@/mothercain. Twitter, 9 Sept 2021.

One day, Gareth, Jeff, and Grants caught Eddie scrambling to open the beamer’s door for Harrington in the parking lot and assumed the worst. Though they’d heard about The Fall, they never truly believed it. And now, watching their DM catering to Hawkins’ former king, they feared that their peaceful days had come to an end.

At first, both Gareth and Grants wanted to ask Eddie about it, but Jeff reasoned that they should observe more in case their assumption had been wrong.

It wasn’t, unfortunately.

After multiple times seeing Eddie do all kinds of things for Harrington; from opening the doors to carrying the grocery bags and even lighting the cigarettes, they eventually realized that Harrington must’ve blackmailed Eddie into serving him.

Because knowing Eddie, there was no way he’d be willing to get on his knees and tie the shoelaces for King Steve of all people. Gareth was pretty sure the dopey smile on Eddie’s face was just an act to conceal his seething rage.

But when they finally found an opportunity to pull Eddie aside and express their concern for him, they were forced to listen as Eddie spent nearly an hour waxing lyrics about Harrington’s eyes.

They were glad their friend wasn’t in any danger, but they couldn't help the disappointed sigh when Eddie revealed Harrington had no idea about his courtship.

this answer on a “what’s the most embarrassing thing you did as a kid” reddit thread has been haunting me since i read it

Dissociation vs Overstimulation

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

One time when Steve was a kid, he wanted some older kids at the park to think he was cool so he asked them what he had to do to prove he was.

They told him only cool kids can win a fight and if he wants to hang out with them, he has to beat someone up. They even point out a whimpy looking kid for him to fight.

Steve doesn’t want to do that but his dad says being cool is like, super important so he has to. He goes up to the kid looking at ants on the sidewalk and tells him, “Hi, I’m Steve. I have to beat you up so I can be friends with those guys.”

“I’m Eddie,” the boy says, giving the hand Steve stuck out to shake an amused look. “I don’t want to get beat up, no thanks.”

Steve sighs.

That’s gonna be a problem. Eddie said no.

Steve runs his hand into his already messy hair and then asks, “What if I hit you? Just once.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie nods after some consideration. He shakes the ants off his hand and then stands up. “Okay. We can do one hit.”

Steve’s never hit anybody before but he can feel the older kids’ eyes on him so he squeezes his eyes shut and swings. His swing is too wide and he clips Eddie in the ear.

He doesn’t even have time to get his bearings before a hand strikes out and Eddie punch’s him in the nose. Steve staggers but Eddie grins at him like they’re having fun, “One hit, right? Want to go again?”

Steve has never been hit by anybody before and he wasn’t planning on being hit today.

He promptly burst into tears.

This memory is burnt into Eddie’s brain for the oddity of it all and the confusion he felt when Steve started crying. He was the one that suggested they hit each other???

Meanwhile, Steve only really remembers the story his babysitter repeatedly told his parents about how a big kid punched him unprovoked, that she had been watching but not close enough to prevent it, and that he wasn’t allowed to go to that park anymore.

Favorite adderall review

we are NOT reclaiming "female hysteria". listen to me. women fucking died because their every issue was labelled "hysteria" in recent fucking history. we are not talking about the old times we are talking about my grandparents' generation. the legacy of the hysteria diagnosis is alive and well in many many forms we are not. under any circumstances. reclaiming this one

This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.