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Bring Me Back to You

AO3 | written for @steddiebingo hop into spring mini event | prompt: time travel | rating: t | wc: 3.6k | cw: language, depictions of death | tags: steve POV, s4 canon divergence, steve harrington may or may not have time travel related powers

Steve looks back at past-Dustin and Eddie in what could be the 10th or 20th time at this point and wills his expression not to break as he knows what happens when he walks away. He’s tried to change it. He’s tried every goddamn trip to find a way to stop the inevitable, to stop Eddie from dying at the end of it. 

But then, he’s right back at Eddie’s body, holding him tight as he bleeds out, and Steve is sobbing as yet another Eddie slips away from him. 

It’s like a goddamn knife to the chest every time and Steve is broken. Hollow. Exhausted. 

But, he refuses to give up. He still gets up every goddamn time and tries again. Keeps throwing himself through the fucking winds of time to try his damndest to save Eddie. He’s lost track a bit of what’s his own timeline and what’s another iteration of the same spring break from hell that he’s trying to change.

------

Before Steve started all this, he pulled Dustin aside and had him explain, in excruciating detail, everything he knew about time travel and how it works. Dustin had obstinately refused to discuss anything until Steve told him what the fuck was going on. 

And, well. Steve was too tired to argue, and he trusts the hell out of this kid.

That’s how Steve ended up showing Dustin Henderson one of the Harrington’s best kept secrets. And how Dustin ends up punching the shit out of Steve for the first time. 

Twenty minutes and an ice pack later, Dustin was sitting slack-jawed in the basement of the Harrington home, digesting the fact that, yeah, Steve’s family had kind of invented time travel. 

“The hell do you mean kind of, Steve? You either do or don’t invent time travel. There’s not really an in between state there!”

Steve had adjusted the ice pack on his shoulder, thankful Dustin hadn’t aimed for his face, because fuck he could not handle another head injury. “I meant what I said. We didn’t really invent it, but we’re credited for it? I guess. We helped stabilize it. Made it somewhat safer. I don’t really know how it all, works man. My parents never fucking taught me shit, just told me not to touch this and not to let anyone in the basement. That’s why I need you to explain to me all your nerd shit about time travel.”

Dustin groaned. “You’ve had this the whole time? Do you know what we could have done with this technology, Steve?” He jumped to his feet, raising his voice. “We could have– fuck, man. The amount of shit we could have changed. We could have avoided all the Russian torture, could have stopped Hopper from– hell, we could have stopped Will and Barb–”

“Dustin! Just stop, man.” Steve yelled, surprising the both of them with the amount of power in his voice. He slumped back against the wall, knocked his head back. “Look, don’t you think I know all this already? Don’t you think that I’ve, like, thought about this? Fucking killed myself agonizing over what I could’ve changed?”

Dustin stared at him. “Then why didn’t you?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Oh, really?” Dustin scoffed. “I thought you didn’t know how it worked. How do you know if it’s not that easy?”

Steve lifted his head back up. “Because – because I know my family and others have used it and it hasn’t always worked out. It–” He stumbled, took a shuddering breath.

“Steve?”

He avoided Dustin’s gaze, focused instead on the simple machine setup across from them. “It sucks the life out of you, or something, man. I don’t really know how it all works, genuinely. But I do know that it takes a hell of a fucking toll on the person using it. Kind of saps them.” He hesitated. “It’s killed people, man.”

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. ‘S not easy.”

Silence took over then, granted them a few moments of reprieve from the hell that had permeated their lives for the last, like, two weeks, but really, if they’re being honest, the last 3 years. 

Dustin broke the silence, stared inquisitively at Steve. “So why now?”

“What?”

“Why do you want to use it now? What could make you want to risk your own life energy particles or whatever the hell this thing takes?”

Steve had swallowed, dragging his gaze to Dustin. Saw the hurt and pain and fear playing across the boy’s face, felt his own heart breaking at all the fucking shit this kid’s been through. Saw the pick necklace resting across his neck. He locked eyes with, essentially, his brother, because that’s what Dustin’s become over the last couple years. 

“Eddie.”

“What?”

Steve sighs. “I want to save Eddie.”

Dustin’s eyes had widened. “Well. Shit.”

—-------

And that’s how Steve ends up where he is, in whatever number journey this is, staring at a past version of Dustin and Eddie, and hoping to whatever fucking good still exists to let this be the one that works. He doesn’t know how many trips he has left in him, and his own timeline Dustin is begging him to stop trying as he watches the toll it takes on Steve’s already shot to hell body. Steve refuses to stop, and tried, and failed, to pin Dustin down the one time he tried to go in Steve’s place. That’s how they learned it doesn’t work if it’s not Steve, or, maybe, not a Harrington? Unclear. Something to investigate later, when Steve fucking saves Eddie’s goddamn life. 

They still don’t really get how he doesn’t collide with past-Steve in these trips. Steve just knows he shows up and no one acts weird about or points him out as some kind of impostor, and he’s never run into any past-Steve. So, he assumes he just kind of…becomes one with past-Steve, or whatever.

Steve’s brain feels a bit foggy on this current trip as he tries to separate present-Dustin from past-Dustin. He knows and loves them both and wants to protect them the same. It’s really fucking hard not to run up to past-Dustin and shake him and ask him how to fix it, right here, right now, as if this version would have any different knowledge to offer. 

Not like Steve didn’t try a few times. No, he definitely took a few trips to try to talk to past-Dustin and the others, or sometimes just past-Dustin when he realized many of the others were freaking out over Steve time travelling too much, some of them bitching at him to stop. And those were the worst moments to hear because these are his kids, his family, and he’s always going to do anything in his power to protect them, to fight for them. 

The worst thing, though, Steve has learned in all these journeys, is that neither he nor present-Dustin quite know the best way to work the machine, so they never quite know where Steve will end up. 

Sometimes, he’s lucky, and the time travel sets him back far enough that he can change certain events, save some injuries and time, get them prepped quicker. Sometimes, he’s a little less lucky and gets thrown into the middle of the Spring Break From Hell and has to hit the ground running, either saving Max at the graveyard, or tracking down Eddie at Skull Rock, or fighting off bats in the dried out version of Lover’s Lake. 

Other times, he’s shit out of luck and gets thrown in what he considers far too late. Sometimes, in front of Vecna in the Creel house, meaning he doesn’t even get a chance to try and stop Eddie’s plan, just has to fucking fight the monster in front of him and hope they kill him quick enough to save Eddie (they never do). Sometimes, he’s thrown right back into holding Eddie’s bleeding body, and it takes everything in him not to just scream in anger then because it’s like the world’s worst double feature, holding the dying body of a man he’s come to really fucking like over the countless trips. 

This time, though, he starts right here, staring at Eddie and past-Dustin as they prepare the trailer for the “most metal concert, ever” in past-Dustin’s words. 

Steve feels a slight sense of hope in his chest after spending the last few hell trips not able to even see Eddie properly. He lets out a relieved breath, earning a concerned look from Nancy.

Ah, shit. Starting here means he gave the most cringeworthy speech of his life to Nancy Wheeler already. 

Well. 

Not like this trip will be any different, the cynical part of his brain bites out. 

He always hopes he can start the trip early enough to avoid some things, like that conversation. It only took a dozen trips or so for Steve to realize he actually really doesn’t want that kind of future with Nancy. He was just running on adrenaline and old comfortability. Forcing himself to relive the same series of days repeatedly gave him some time to reflect. 

He’s only giving himself minimal rests in between trips for present-Dustin to try to help rejuvenate him with fucking IVs, because holy shit this kid taught himself how to set up an IV somewhere in the midst of all this. He probably learned it from Nancy and a handful of textbooks, but Steve doesn’t question it, because the IV and variety of drugs the Harringtons have stocked in their weird little basement, actually kind of make him feel a bit better before he jumps into another trip. 

But, in those moments of rest, Steve has started talking to present-Dustin about all the muddled emotions in his head, just trying to free up space because his body feels so goddamn crowded and heavy after every journey. He’s tried explaining the feeling to present-Dustin, like he’s got cinder blocks pressing against his ribcage and barbed wire wrapped around his brain and an itchiness in his veins.

Neither of them can figure out why, but present-Dustin is getting increasingly worried. Steve assures him that trying to talk as much of it out after every trip helps lessen the feeling. And, it does. Just…not as much as it did the first few times. Each time, the feelings grow more and more intense, and Steve’s worried he’s approaching some sort of critical mass moment, but he refuses to give up.

He shakes his head, waves Nancy off. “Hey, guys, remember to block the vents inside.”

Past-Dustin turns, his eyes lighting up. “Oh shit, yeah, good call, Steve.”

Steve nods at him, then turns to Eddie to give the same speech he’s given too many times to count. Tells them to be safe, to not do anything stupid, to not be goddamn heroes. He stresses that last bit, pleads with his eyes as he stares into Eddie’s. Tries his damndest to make Eddie see, because he doesn’t have fucking time to hash out the why or to help prepare Eddie anymore than he already is right now when the whole party is waiting on cues to get into action. 

Eddie, blessedly, sees something because he cocks his head to the side and squints his eyes. “Yeah, Harrington, I got you. I mean, neither of us are quite heroes. That’s all you guys.”

Steve’s breath hitches, because that’s not what Eddie says here. That’s not the script. Steve has memorized the script of it all in the marrow of his goddamn bones, and Eddie never breaks it, not unless Steve derails them fully first. 

He blinks, eyes widening slightly as Eddie keeps staring at him inquisitively. “Yeah. Yeah, I just, just want to make sure you both know to stay safe. Don’t do anything fucking stupid, okay?” He hardens his own eyes and takes a step toward Eddie. “That means you, Munson. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t try to–” He stops himself, bites his fucking tongue because he doesn’t have time to talk about time travel right now, my god.

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes a step forward, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t try what, Harrington?”

Steve swallows, so many words stuck in his throat, bubbling up in a frenzy to get out and explain to Eddie what’s going on, but he can’t. He can’t tell him that he’s basically being sent off to his 20th or so death in this hellscape. “Just – don’t try anything. Leave when it’s time to leave. Don’t try to buy more time or whatever. We’ll be fine. I promise we’ll be fine. Get pa– get Dustin and yourself out at the second shit hits the fan, okay?”

“Holy shit, you know something, don’t you?” Eddie drops his voice even further, the sound only loud enough to carry between the two of them. He takes another step forward, reaches his hand out and grabs Steve’s arm. “What do you know, Steve?”

Steve blinks back tears at the feeling of Eddie’s hand against his arm, warm even through the layers of his jacket. “We don’t have time, Eds. Just, please. Please don’t try it this time.”

“This time?” Eddie questions. “Stevie, you’ve gotta tell me, because I’m honestly freaking out a little if you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”

Steve shakes his head, whispers out, “I can’t, there’s no time. I gotta–” He takes a deep breath, reaches his arms out, and hugs Eddie as tight as possible. He hears a murmurs around him but he doesn’t fucking care. He just needs to feel more of Eddie’s warmth when he can take it before he’s shuttled off into fuck knows where in another trip, another attempt to stop this from happening.

Eddie only hesitates for a second before wrapping his arms around Steve and squeezing him just as tightly. He takes in a few shuddering breaths against Steve’s chest that mimic Steve’s own, but there’s not time to even process whatever the fuck that’s meant to mean. 

“Dingus, we, uh – we gotta go.”

Steve swallows, schools his voice. “Yeah, alright.” He pulls back, holds Eddie by the shoulders, pretends not to see the redness around Eddie’s eyes. “Please, please be there when we get back. Make it out. Survive this bullshit and then we’ll talk, Eds, I promise.’

Eddie stares back. “Holy shit.”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s shoulders once before dropping his hands and taking a step back. “Don’t do anything stupid. Cover those vents. Make it out.” He hesitates as he takes in the way Eddie looks right now, full of life. All covered in battle armor, sans vest that’s probably laying somewhere in the RV or something. The Hellfire Club shirt peeking out catches Steve’s attention, and all he can think about is how bloody and ripped and destroyed it was what feels like 20 minutes ago. 

“Steve. We have to go. Now. You can do whatever this is later.” Nancy bites out, grabs him by the arm and starts to pull. 

Steve laughs, shakes her off. “Yeah, later.” He steps back up to Eddie and zips up his jacket before patting his chest. “I’d hate to see your shirt get ruined any more than it already has. Dustin told me how hard they are to make.”

Eddie sputters out a confused laugh. “Yeah, they are a bitch, but they’re worth it.”

“So are you, Eddie.” Steve smiles sadly. “Worth every shot I take.”

And with that, Steve turns and walks deeper into hell. 

—----------------

They’ve beaten Vecna. Flamed him to a crisp. Right before Nancy would have shot him out the window, Steve runs forward and tackles the bastard to the ground, straddles his chest, and bashes his fucking head in with his bat. It’s only when Robin grips his arm that he falters, lets himself be pulled off. Watches as she throws the last of her molotovs at Vecna’s body. She lets Steve take her lighter, lets him set Vecna’s body ablaze.

“Stay here. Watch and make sure it burns the fuck out.” Steve orders, an iciness to his eyes that neither girl has seen before. He moves to walk down the stairs, get the fuck out of this hellhouse and over to Eddie.

“Wha– Steve, where are you going?” Nancy reaches out and grabs his arm. “What do you mean? You can’t just order us to stay here.”

Steve rips his arm free, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Listen to me. I don’t have fucking time to explain this, okay?” He points to Vecna’s burning body. “Watch that fucker and keep filling him full of lead and fire until there’s not a goddamn shred left of him.”

“Since when do you think you can just boss me – boss us around?”

Steve laughs, venom dripping through it. “What, you mean like how you boss all of us around, Nancy?”

Nancy flinches, takes a step back. “Wha– I don’t boss anyone around.”

“That’s rich. God, Nancy, listen. I really don’t have fucking time for this, so –”

Robin steps forward. “You keep saying that.”

Steve stumbles, voice softening at his best friend. “What?”

“You keep saying you don’t have time for this. Why? What’s happening, Steve?”

He swallows, tries to rip away from her imploring gaze, but can’t. “I think you can figure it out, Robbie. I think you both can, actually.” He takes a deep breath. “Look, I have to go. There’s something I have to check and if I don’t it’s going to eat me alive, so we’ll have this fight later, and I’ll tell you both whatever the fuck you want to know, but please –”

“We’ll make sure there’s not a shred of him left, Steve. Then we’ll meet you at the trailer.”

Steve nods. “Thank you, Robbie.” And he runs out of the house, slips onto a bike, and starts booking it to Forest Hills, hoping to all hell that he’s not going to have his heart broken again.

—------------

This isn’t right. 

Steve slams into the trailer park, throws his bike, and starts running. But, Eddie’s not there. His body isn’t there. 

This is the 20th something trip and Eddie’s body isn’t there. 

Steve refuses to get his hopes up as he runs through the park. There’s no mass of dead bats around where Eddie di– where he usually finds Eddie’s body. There’s a smattering of them around, but not the mass like he’s used to.

He keeps running toward the trailer, trying to squash down the hope that’s bubbling in his stomach. He can’t afford to hope. Not now. Not until he can lay eyes on Eddie’s face again.

What if the bats carried him off the top of the trailer this time? What if Vecna caught on to Steve constantly replaying this week and intervened, took Eddie away for good? 

What if Eddie’s lying broken and bloodied inside trailer this time?

Steve feels tears hot on his cheeks as he makes it to the trailer, bounds up the steps, tries to rip the door open.

It’s locked. 

He laughs. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous right now, he’d be thrilled that past-Dustin and Eddie managed to lock the door against interdimensional bats. 

“Hey, nerds, open the fucking door!” Steve’s voice wobbles as he pounds on the door, tears still steadily streaming. He turns his head down, closes his eyes as he slams his hand into the door over and over and over. “Please – please, guys. Please open this fucking door, I swear to–”

The door swings open. His hand is still hanging in the air, his head still down, and he refuses to look up. He stops breathing, terrified of what he might see, before he’s engulfed in a hug.

In a hug that feels and tastes and smells like cigarette smoke and sweat and leather. 

Steve fucking chokes out a sob, eyes still clamped shut out of fear that this isn’t real, that’s he’s dreaming, or on another journey through time and this is just a different timeline before they fight Vecna. 

It’s not until the person holding him speaks that he loses it completely. 

“You did it, Stevie. You won. You– you saved me.”

Steve shatters, crumples to the ground, bringing Eddie with him. 

“You–you’re here. You’re alive. Oh my go–Eddie, fuck, you–”

“Shh, Stevie. I’m here. I’m alive, man. I made it. You made it. We all made it.” Eddie squeezes him tighter, rubs his hand across his shoulders.

“Steve? What happened? Are you okay? Are the girls–?” Past-Dustin stammers.

“Shit, yeah, Stevie, are the girls okay?”

Steve nods into Eddie’s shoulder. “Yeah, they–they’re fine.” He chokes on another sob, burrows deeper into Eddie’s chest, whispers, “You’re alive.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m still kickin’. Takes more than a demented swarm of bats to take me out.”

Steve whips his head up at that. “You still– you fought the fucking bats?”

Eddie grins. “Sure did. Well, distracted them, more like. And thanks to you, I’m fine.” He pauses for a moment. “The jacket thing really helped. Wish I’d thought of it.” He squeezes Steve’s shoulders, levels him with a hard gaze. 

Steve blinks back a few tears, wipes away the tears and snot from his face. He stares at Eddie for a moment. “You know.”

Eddie nods.

“But–how? I didn’t–”

“That is a question for when we’re not in a hell dimension, my good sir.” Eddie stands, pulls Steve to his feet. 

Past-Dustin pulls Steve into a hug. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m glad you’re okay.” He buries his face against Steve’s chest, lowers his voice a bit. “Is it really over this time?”

Steve feels fresh tears brim at his eyes, threatening to spill. “Yeah, Dustin. I think it is.”

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Accept My Character

Summary: After Steve and Robin's first time playing DnD, Steve seems both enthusiastic and nervous about playing again. When Eddie offers a safer way to be herself around Hellfire without completely coming out, Steve takes it.

Author's Note: I never named Steve and Robin's DnD characters before because I wasn't sure what I wanted them to do. For their original names this time, I looked up scientific names for rabbits and just made names from that, the more normal for Steve. For the next one, I looked up playboy playmates and used a surname of one from the sixties. It seemed fitting.

Sequel to How I'll Play and Come Play with Us

~

Eddie was thrilled with how the campaign using Sylvanian families toys as figurines had gone. Everyone had enjoyed it and Steve was already talking about joining another, but he looked uncertain about it sometimes.

“I think she wants to tell the rest of Hellfire about who she is, but he’s not sure if they’d accept it.” Robin said when it came up between them one evening. Steve had left to drop the kids at home so they had a rare chance to talk privately about her. “How would she even explain it, feeling more like a girl some days and others okay with being called male?”

“Just like that.” Eddie pointed out, “But I get what you mean. Why doesn’t he use his character first? Bring her back female for a second campaign, maybe with a name change or even not immediately recognisable to them at first? Then explain.”

“That needs discussing with him,” She decided, holding up her hands.

A throat clearing behind them startled the pair, both turning to see said person leaning against the door with an eyebrow raised, “What does?” She asked, having changed into a more fitted blouse before coming back to them.

Eddie jumped up, smiling nervously at him, “Whether you’d be happier playing another campaign if we put more of you into your character.”

“What?”

“Eddie was wondering why you’re delaying letting him plan or arrange it, and I wondered if it’s because you were wanting to be out to everyone in Hellfire.” Robin blurted out.

Eddie clicked at her, “And I suggested starting with your character if your nervous about how they’ll react to you. We know the kids will stick up for you already and I doubt the CC boys would react badly but that gives you a safer way to check.”

“Can she have a different name? Like Winchell? Or swap between them, like Steve and Eve?” Eve asked, moving further into the room now, looking at Eddie hopefully.

“Anything you want. You could even swap the outfit your character is wearing to show which name and pronouns they’re using as long as there’s narratively time to do so.” Eddie promised, getting a playful pout directed back.

Eve whined a little too, “Are you sure I can’t pause a battle just to change clothes?”

He nodded, “Yes, cause you’d keep using that to also get advantage in other ways, by moving or accidentally throwing something as you change.”

“I could do that regardless.” She nodded, glancing at Robin who was definitely ready to plan more ways they could make Eddie’s life as DM more difficult.

~

“We’re heading back to Sylvan for our next campaign. Reacquaint yourselves with your characters for it, and prepare for confusion with a dash of chaos.” Eddie declared after celebrations for the one they’d been working on wound down.

“You got Steve to play another campaign?” Jeff asked, looking thrilled at the idea. “I’m going to keep a tally of how many times he messes up your plans.”

Gareth laughed with him, “Or just get popcorn as the breaktime snack. Either to watch Eddie frantically rework the route or to watch their debates.”

“Glad you’re all excited for it. I’ll let everyone know the dates if Steve doesn’t.” Eddie accepted the teasing easily.

~

Around the table everyone could see their figurines from before, and Dustin was aghast to notice a couple noticeably missing. “Where are Oryctol and Leopold? I thought we were starting the campaign together this time.”

Robin and Steve shrugged as their characters were mentioned, pretending to be as confused as the party over Eddie’s antics even if they’d agreed to them. It helped with the storytelling if none of the players knew anything and after their first campaign they were more than willing to play along with that.

“As you’ll recall your last campaign ended with a farewell to the Harengley siblings as they returned to their families for a time. You, Broc, sent a letter requesting their companionship on this new journey but have yet to hear from them.” Eddie jumped straight into narration to answer the question, pausing at the end of that introduction to note who had asked and pull the letter out of his folder. “Here’s the letter sent, please pass it to Oryctol for safe keeping. As there’s been no reply you are hoping they’ll join up with the party on the way.”

There were a few questioning looks exchanged as Robin’s character was the one specified, but nothing more was said as play began.

~

“An arrow flies from the trees for Broc, too unexpected to be dodged or deflected by him or anyone in the active party, but, Oryctol, do you want to try?” Eddie turned to Robin abruptly, where she and Steve had remained observers for the first half hour of gameplay.

“YES!” She hurried to grab her dice, rambling about various ways she might be able to bock it as she rolled, before moaning at the low number, turning to Steve. “In my desire to save a friend who asked for help I drop the things I wanted to use, and instead call still hidden by the trees, ‘Winchell, can you stop it from hitting him?’”

Eddie frowned a moment at the actions but nodded to accept her role-playing without letting him describe the failed attempt.

“I throw my shield on it’s side, aimed just between Broc and the arrow flying as fast as I can.” Steve decided the action immediately before rolling. “And a side note that given it’s being thrown like a frisbee, it would arch away from Dustin and back into the tree line if it flew too far.” He muttered to Eddie, instead of calling out his roll. He knew that type of real world physics sometimes got ignored if Eddie decided to injure a character anyway.

Eddie leant over his guard and smiled, “Your attempt succeeds and the shield knocks the arrow off course before clanging into a tree, slightly dented.”

“Oryctol! You managed to make it.” Dustin exclaimed in character, “Thank you for saving me, Leo-” At that point he froze, looking at the figures now placed on the map just coming out of the woods, and realising the name called wasn’t the one he’d expected. “Winchell? Who are you? Was Leopold not able to come?”

“I’m him, Broc. But yes, my name’s Winchell currently. Come on, whoever fired that arrow must be close and we don’t want to stay where an unseen enemy wants to attack us.” Steve replied, gesturing to where the arrow had come from.

The rest of the party exchanged surprised looks for a moment, looking ready to ask more, but Robin stepped in, “My sister is right,” she said in character, “And I’d like to roll a perception check to confirm if I can locate the archer.”

“Me too,” Grant decided. “I get advantage as an Owlin, remember. And Winchell, Oryctol, it’s great to have you with us again.”

Steve nodded, moving his figure further through the map and replying, “Good to be here.”

With the rolls made, Eddie began narrating again, getting the party moved on from the area they’d met up in.

~

The beginning session ended with laughter and praise over how Steve’s character changes between campaigns. He felt even more comfortable being himself around the entire group than before. He wouldn’t have thought role-playing would help him so much.

ao3

Dustin and Max were hanging out at Dustin’s house watching The Princes Bride for the fiftieth time since its home release. Claudia got sick of renting it twice a week, she just caved and bought it for the two teens. Mainly so she didn’t have to listen to them argue about what to watch since they both loved it and were practically glued to each other’s sides anyways.  

Just as Princess Buttercup and Westley (who Max insists looks like a younger Mayor Kline) are about to reunite, Dustin says to the room, “I think I have to tell Steve and Robin.” Max whips her head so fast Dustin almost starts rattling off the risk of neck, and head injuries. He quickly decides against it when he realizes how intense she’s staring. “Okay? What the hell’s your problem?” Dustin asks, genuinely confused. 

“Why?” Her eyes narrow in a way that makes Dustin squirm. She has this freaky ability to see right through him, which means there’s no way he’ll be able to bullshit her even if he wanted to.

He sighs and pauses the movie, turning to fully look at Max now. “I got my period at Steve’s, left a big fucking stain on his couch.” He threw his hands up.

“He didn’t have questions?” Max asked with disbelief.

“You know how Steve gets at the sight of blood, he went all Mr. Mom and insisted I was hurt.” He puts on his best Steve voice, “Well Dustin obviously something’s going on there’s blood on you pants, come on just let me see–”

“No!” Max gasps.

“I swear on my Ghostbusters Certificate of Authenticity. It was mortifying, and then Robin got her Robin look. Like she knows she’s missing something, and almost has it, so I came up with a lame excuse about homework and bolted. Haven’t seen or talked to them in three days.”

“Well, you technically don’t have to tell them you could say you actually did have a cut on your ass or something. Seriously though you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to. It’s not anyone else’s business.” She pauses and cocks her head in thought,  “But on the other hand it is Steve and Robin, and honestly I think they’d be safe to tell. And if not, I stole Steve’s bat last week and he’s been losing his mind looking for it.” She’s smirking, and somehow it eases his nerves. 

Telling Max had been easy but it was also heavy. She was still in the hospital two weeks after she opened her eyes after the coma and he just had this burning need to tell her. She almost never knew, and she was too important to him not to know. In response she weakly grabbed his hand, tears in both of their eyes, “Totally tubular dude.” They both laughed and cried together while a confused Claudia came in with edible non-hospital food for them. That was kind of the turning point for the three of them, when they became their own version of family, and eventually Steve and Robin were more or less forced to join them too at Claudia’s insistence. 

His friendship with Max isn’t necessarily surprising since despite her denial about it, they’re both nerds, but it does surprise him how close they ended up becoming. He thanks every deity he can think of that his crush on her died relatively quickly and they were able to become the platonic soulmates that their little adventuring party is weirdly full of. Dustin didn’t really understand why Steve and Robin wouldn’t date until getting closer to Max, and now the thought of kissing Max makes him want to gag, like that’s his sister. So, much to the relief of Steve and Robin he finally dropped it. It was also a pretty good indicator it wasn’t going to work out when Robin came out to all of them. 

Dustin turned his eyes back on the movie, even though his mind was everywhere else. Almost everyone in their friend group knew, he came out to Max first and after that initial confession it got easier and easier to tell everyone else. The fact he kept it from the original party for so long seems so silly in retrospect. They were the first kids that ever made him feel like he was supposed to even when they didn’t realize they were doing it at all. When Will came out to them it was a rush of relief, because while obviously different there was some kinship in it, then one by one it seemed like everyone they were friends with started coming out. He doesn’t care what they say, queer people fucking clearly have a way of finding each other. Steve being the straight anomaly was the only thing that really made sense about their gay little family.

Sensing his continued unease about the situation Max, “Do you maybe want to call Steve and like I don’t know, set up a time to tell them?” She asked.

“What like an appointment?” Dustin laughed, a beat, “Actually that’s a good idea, because they’ve been hanging out with Eddie a lot recently and I want to keep it Scoops Troop and you, if you’ll come.” He gives his best puppy eyes.

“I literally already decided I’m bringing the bat, even if it’s just to annoy Steve,” She shrugs, shoves Dustin a bit and softens her tone, “Of course I’m going to be there, I was already planning on it,” She squeezes his hand. “It’s going to be okay no matter what.”

Dustin sighs, “Let’s hope for their sake, because if not Mom will go apocalyptic, we thought Vecna was bad, but Hawkins will not recover from a Claudia rampage.” He’s kidding of course, but also not. There was a reason they moved to Hawkins in the first place. 

On Dustin’s eighth birthday, he broke down and told his mom how he felt wrong and he didn’t know what to do about it. She did the research, found bars and people like him, who directed her to secret specialists. Which is how Dustin was able to be Dustin. 

When his dad found out however, his mother was beyond shocked at his frankly, traumatizing reaction. Before that, Dustin’s dad was his idol, he was smart and a huge dork, he kept his heart locked up for a long time after that. The night his ‘father’ spit all those horrible names at him, his mother packed them up, found ways to forge his government documents and that was that. He hasn’t seen his dad since, and it’s not like he ever tried to find them or reach out ever again. 

One time he had Suzie’s help locating his dad, finding out he was remarried with new kids, like Dustin had never existed stung of course, but then his mom made his favorite dinner just because, and he realized with her and all his other found family, he didn’t need that piece of shit. Steve and Robin reacting negatively would probably hurt more than being torn apart by a demodog, he guesses. They really took on the role of siblings and losing them would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. 

Dustin grabbed the phone and put it between him and Max so she could hear everything too. “Family Video this is Robin. How can I assist you in bringing the theater to your home?” Robin says with clearly fake sincerity. Max and Dustin snort.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Yeah its Dustin, but if I need some movie magic you’ll be the first person I ask thanks.”

“Oh thank god what’s up dingus junior?” She audibly relaxes knowing that it’s just one of the kids, and not an obnoxious customer.

The familiarity of Robin’s casual teasing usually was enough to calm Dustin’s nerves, but he was still too keyed up to lean into the comfortability of it all. He awkwardly paused, and Robin to her credit was patient as he tried to find his words. A soft nudge from Max and he was able to, “Uh. Yeah, so I have something I wanted to run by you and Steve if you guys are around later tonight, just me and Max?” There was no answer, which was concerning seeing how Dustin hadn't said anything yet.

“Dustin?” Steve’s voice coming through the receiver, “What’s going on? Is this a code red?” Steve sounded frantic.

“What? Jesus no, I would’ve just shown up if it was that. Like last time. No this is… it’s personal okay? So can Max and I come over later or…?” Dustin twisted the cord around his finger.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry man. Yeah that’s okay. We get done at six so anytime after that come on over.” His voice gets distant, “It’s all good Robbie, nothing to worry about.” Dustin wishes he could agree. “Do you guys need a ride?”

“We’re good, it’s nice enough to bike. Thanks though Steve. Um I’ll see you later then.” Dustin finishes lamely.

“You good man? Sounds like you’re about to upchuck through the phone.” Steve huffs an airy laugh.

“Uh huh. Bye.” He hung up the phone as soon as he finished his sentence. 

Max eyes him, “Smooth.”

Dustin just groans and slumps against the couch in lieu of a response.

***

Both kids are staring at the Harrington door, almost daring it to open itself. After a few more minutes and another nudge from Max, Dustin rolls his shoulders back, takes a deep breath, and knocks probably a little more subdued than he normally would. And going by the concerned and confused look Steve is giving them, the abnormal Dustin behavior is absolutely being noticed.

Or it was until Steve spots his bat at Max’s side, “What the fuck Mayfield? I’ve been looking for that everywhere!” Steve’s pinching his nose with one hand while his other lands on his hip. “I swear to god one of you little shits is going to be the death of me, but for real this time! Is this what you’re being so weird about?”

Dustin sighs and shakes his head slowly, “No but think you could let us in? Would rather not have the whole town hear my business if that pleases his highness.”

“Jesus Christ with the dramatics already,” Steve huffs but still moves aside letting them pass, not before taking the bat from Max and putting it in its spot beside the door. He closes the door and shuffles the kids toward the living room, where Robin is already perched on the edge of the sofa, biting her nails and tapping her socked feet soundlessly against the carpet. 

Seeing the teens walk through, she immediately tucks her hand away, but her feet speed up it seems. “Hey guys!” She says obviously trying for casual which she misses by a mile. It softens Dustin to see, giving him a bit of courage to just get through this. 

With his nerves settled at least a bit, Dustin realizes how silly this whole thing is. It's Steve and Robin for crying out loud, if they can handle inter dimensional flesh monsters, they can handle the fact he’s trans. The new confidence rushes through him, he just starts explaining everything, the flowing it easier than he ever thought they would. As he finishes he feels Max grab his hand again as they wait to see their friends’ reaction.

When he sees them visibly sag with relief at the end of his speech, Dustin calms even more. Doubting Steve and Robin was always a mistake, he sneaks Max a relieved smile, she returns it and pushes her side into his for a brief moment. 

Realization dawns on Robin’s face, “So that’s why you were so weird the other day! Dude you should’ve said, Steve has like the most supplies ever for that stuff, especially since E–” She gets cut off due to Steve elbowing her. Okay... weird Dustin thinks to himself but that isn’t going to stop him from feeling relieved that his friends are extremely normal about this whole thing.

“I honestly thought you’d guys have way more questions. I think Lucas asked questions for forty-five minutes,” Max adds, eyes squinted with a smirk, teasing. “Especially you mister perpetually concussed.”

“Oh come on, give me a break. I am in fact capable of complex thoughts you brat.” Steve throws a pillow at Max as a scowling Robin backs him up and throws another pillow at her.

With the noise of their playful banter the entire group misses the sound of someone descending the stairs, and a groggy voice fills the room. “Stevie, Robin what the hell are you guys doing.” He yawns and stretches completely unaware there are two people in the room then when he left to take a nap earlier. “Baby?” 

Max, confused, whispers “baby?” under her breath with furrowed brows.

Steve is up in an instant, concealing Eddie from the kids’ view. He’s not fast enough because Dustin gets an eyeful of similar chest scars Eddie’s sporting, clearly forgoing a shirt during his nap. He stands wide eyed, and just points at Eddie with his mouth open. 

In retrospect Dustin realizes he probably could’ve reacted better, especially when Eddie starts scrambling to explain the scars and hides himself behind Steve. With words stuck in his throat and not wanting Eddie to shrink in on himself further, Dustin just rips off his shirt, his hat goes flying, and wordlessly points back and forth between himself and Eddie trying to emphasize his non verbal point. Eddie goes slack, mouth dropping open. Eddie is gripping Steve’s arm like it’s the only thing holding him in place and he just stares at Dustin.

“Is this a really fucked up dream or am I actually seeing what I’m seeing?” Eddie says out of breath like he just ran a mile.

“Not dreaming man,” A huge smile takes over Dustin’s entire face. “Holy shit Eddie!” He’s laughing so hard now tears are starting to run down his face. 

Before anyone can get their bearings from the first reveal, Max as it seems has figured out her own realization, “Wait wait wait, Steve and Eddie are dating?” 

Now it's Steve’s turn to blanch, “Um.” He’s looking at Eddie panicking on how he should answer. Lucky for him it seems like Eddie has been brought up to speed and takes the lead on the conversation. 

“Okay so!” He claps his hands in a very Steve-like jock way that unsettles Dustin and Max just a bit more, “To catch everyone up to speed. Dustin and I are trans, yes?” Looking to Dustin to confirm, to which Dustin nods his head vigorously, eyes wide open waiting for Eddie to continue. With that confirmed Eddie’s smile softens, he nods his head too, and takes a breath to continue, “So Dustin and I are trans, and yes Steve and I are dating.”

“You guys can’t be dating! Steve’s straight!” Dustin squawks.

This makes Eddie frown and Robin just scoffs with a sarcastic yeah right under her breath. “Sweetheart you didn’t tell me you were straight.” Eddie whines at Steve jokingly.

Steve barks a laugh, “News to me baby. This whole time I thought I was bisexual I swear!”

Max laughs but Dustin still isn't satisfied, “But… But Steve’s a jock, you can’t date a jock!”

“Jesus Henderson it might work for you but I do not dabble in nerd on nerd romance thank you very much. Besides you wanted me and Steve here to get along, and congrats buddy we get along real well. Don't we Stevie?”

“Mhm,” Steve says with a flirtatious tone, “Some would say that I guess,” and he leans in to give Eddie a quick peck so as to not traumatize his friends any further.  

“If anyone else has anything to confess I think now's the time.” Max adds laughing. Dustin and Max are laughing so hard over the day's revelations, and getting rid of the last of their adrenaline, they miss the teasing looks Eddie and Steve are sending Robin, baiting her into revealing her own relationship with Nancy. Robin flips them off before the kids start paying attention again.

The rest of the night is filled with questions, and stories about transitioning and how Steve and Eddie ended up together. They talk and laugh. Dustin brings up how happy his Mom will be not only for Dustin to have an older friend who understands all the things he goes through, but for her adopted son to have someone love him as fiercely as he deserves. Not to mention that Claudia has known the entire time about both Steve and Eddie, as well as Robin and Nancy. But what Dustin doesn't know won’t kill him.

when the fic was so good, you just sit and wish it was you there rn….

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

Eddie Munson was bisexual, a theory by me (Or 🎶He's bi, he's bi, my man Eddie is bi, goodbye🎶)

Before y'all come for my throat, hear me out:

He didn't have to lower the collar of his t-shirt to show Chrissy his tattoos, he had some more accessible/visible on his arm. I mean, they were right there, yet he chose to do that because he wanted to impress her. He was clearly flirting.

He also smiled a lot and acted very goofy around Chrissy to cheer her up, like when he threw himself into the ground feigning a heart attack, or when he mimicked her cheering choreography.

Eddie also didn't have to get so close to Steve or call him "big boy" while he was hot-wiring the RV. He did that because he wanted to, same as complimenting Steve on biting the demobat or saying he was jealous of Dustin and Steve's friendship. Again, flirting.

Also, his first contact with Steve was putting a broken beer bottle to his neck (which is pretty standard of enemies to lovers), but he warmed up to Steve pretty quickly after that, and when he threw his vest to Steve, it wasn't for Steve's modesty, it was because Eddie was getting all hot and bothered seeing him shirtless.

In conclusion: Eddie was a bisexual. He had a crush on Chrissy and then on Steve (major crush on Steve). Also, the way to impress him if you're a guy is being as metal as you can, and if you're a girl, just smile at him and do something he wouldn't expect of you.

By the way, that's also how you gain his respect/make friends with him, doing the unexpected and not taking any of his shit. Playing D&D and/or having the same taste in music also helps. I mean, look at Erica: first she was the annoying little sister of one of his friends, she sasses him, and then he welcomes her with a big smile. That's how you roll with Eddie.

I'm in Love with the Way You Always Come Around

Chapter relevant tags: implied/referenced drug use, past child abuse, mention of needles, smut, hurt/comfort, flagging, kink negotiation, dom/sub, underage drinking

Part 2 - Fall of '86

Eddie never really liked Hawkins. It was a small town whose residents had even smaller minds. With his long hair, leather jackets, and ‘satanic’ music, he was an easy target from day one. Not to mention the rumors that he was gay and speculation about why he moved there in the first place.

He heard all kinds of stories. Some people said Eddie was a runaway, just some troubled kid who didn’t want to deal with his parents' rules, so he left. Other people said he killed them both and came to Hawkins to outrun the cops. Maybe that was part of the reason the town was so willing to accept that he was a cult leader committing ritual murders. The truth was unfortunately a much different story. 

When he was only 11 years old, Wayne showed up to Eddie’s house unannounced. Eddie had heard vaguely of his dad’s brother, but they never got to meet until Wayne got a phone call from Eddie’s school to check up on the family. Turns out it was a damn good thing he was called, because when he entered the home it was immediately clear that this was not a safe environment for a kid. The place was a mess, an obstacle course of trash. Eddie’s mom was in the middle of it all, reclined in a La-Z-Boy, high off her ass, his dad long gone. Eddie had made sure to take the tourniquet off her arm and dispose of the used needle safely, and was quick to tell Wayne as much. That’s what really sealed the deal and had Wayne helping Eddie pack up all of his belongings.

Eddie loved Wayne more than words could describe. He was the parent Eddie always wanted, even if they saw each other infrequently due to their schedules. He just wished Wayne lived anywhere else. 

The only time Hawkins was tolerable was the fall. When the temperature started to drop, and Eddie’s heavy leather jacket made a little more sense, attention on him dropped as well. Not all of it, and never enough to actually feel normal, but it was just a little easier to exist. This fall was entirely different. For starters, he was in hiding from the town that wanted him dead. There was no weather cold enough to make him blend in now. Even worse, with the change in temperature came eerie noises. Things that he may have assumed to be wildlife earlier this year, but now he could point out the screech of a demobat from miles away. He could also point out the threatening clicking sound of a demogorgons growl after Steve heard the first one circling through the woods. They were only spared so far by sheer dumb luck. It was all very dramatic, very Eddie the banished… again.

That stupid ‘Eddie the banished’ joke. At the time he still believed there was hope in clearing his  name. At the time he had the energy to fight tooth and nail for revenge. At the time he hadn’t nearly bled out on freezing, slimy vines. Now none of those things were true and Eddie felt truly banished, like there was no future for him beyond prison or worse. 

Eddie was so tired. An exhaustion unlike any he’d ever experienced slowly, but surely sapped away every good thing he’d ever felt. He found one of the only ways to slow the process was Steve.

Steve somehow felt like a bright spot in Eddie’s comically dark life. They spent the entire summer holed up in the cabin together. At some point, some of Steve’s stuff ended up there. First his toothbrush, then a change of clothes, some books and tapes, until little by little he was basically moved in. Eddie asked Steve how his parents weren’t suspicious of where he was going, but apparently they were all too happy to have Steve out of the house. And Eddie felt bad that Steve’s parents were so shitty, but he couldn’t help but feel a little grateful that he could hold Steve as a sort of willing hostage in banishment with him. He definitely made it more fun.

Sure, they spent a lot of time getting to know each other, laughing and flirting and crying, letting the flutter of infatuation grow bigger and stronger. But they also spent their time on more physical activities. Unsurprisingly, Steve was incredible with his hands, and not just wielding that bat.

Eddie had experience. Like, a LOT of experience. Between ditching boring ass Hawkins for gay clubs in the city, and shows that inevitably caught the attention of someone in the crowd, Eddie had been given plenty of handjobs and blowjobs and what have you. Some were bad, some were good, some were downright incredible. But Steve? Steve made him see fucking stars. There was a certain type of way Steve started to act when he wanted to make Eddie feel good. Like he was hungry and Eddie was a five course meal. Like the only thing in the world was Eddie’s dick. But his absolute favorite was when Steve would get bossy. Not bossy in a bratty way that made him want to punish Steve like a cute little sub, bossy in a way he was much more familiar with.

Eddie never had any doubt that he was a switch. Both dom and sub roles brought him incredible pleasure, one just involved a little more trust on his end. Which is not to say that trust on both ends wasn’t important, but he always felt like it took a little more from him to enjoy subspace. He loved being a dom – it was one of the more rewarding activities in his old life, but never once did he imagine himself as such with Steve. Steve just had this energy, inviting and intense, that made Eddie’s knees weak. Even back before they knew each other and he was sure Steve was just staring to find some reason to kick his ass. Saving each other’s lives, bonding in the hospital, falling head over heels in love – they all just made that energy stronger.

There was one night Eddie played on loop in his mind, the first time Steve had let that side of him slip. Steve usually cooked dinner when he got home, but he had work and then gate patrol immediately after, so Eddie made his best attempt at a decent meal. They had much more food now that Steve was able to do some actual grocery shopping to stock the kitchen, but that didn’t mean Eddie was a particularly skilled cook. Still, Steve almost cried, he was so happy. Eddie even had a movie they’d been meaning to watch in the VCR, but he never even got to hit play.

As soon as they sat down, Steve’s hands were all over Eddie. They usually sat near each other in their spot on the couch, the stage for their first kiss, but this time Steve guided Eddie into his lap, the same exact position they were in that night. 

“Do you remember this?” Steve asked, running his hands up Eddie’s thighs. It sent a violent shiver down his spine and Steve laughed at his reaction. 

Now the thing about Eddie was that he always preferred a softer dom. He’d never felt a strong enough connection or trust with anyone to enjoy any form of degradation. But in that moment, that sharp breathy laugh from Steve, specifically aimed at him, made Eddie’s pants a little tighter. 

“Fuck, I- How could I forget? You’re not going to run out on me this time, are you?” Eddie had noticed a bit of a large problem growing in Steve’s jeans as well. 

“Not a chance, baby,” he answered, and pulled Eddie down into a kiss. 

That kiss was something else entirely. Steve didn’t hesitate to take control, slipping his tongue into Eddie’s mouth with ease. Eddie whimpered in shock and joy at his eagerness, and the noise only made Steve hungrier. The grip on Eddie’s hips got tighter, digging fingers into his bony sides, and then Steve was bucking his hips, looking for friction between their jeans.

“Get up.” Steve ordered, his voice dusky and Eddie didn’t have the willpower to disobey even if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to, he wanted to do everything Steve told him, wanted to be good for him, so he stood up and let Steve unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down.

When his bottoms were in a heap somewhere out of sight, bare as the day he was born from the waist down like fucking Pooh bear, Eddie sank down to his knees between Steve’s legs. He leaned his head on one of Steve’s thighs and stared up at him through hooded eyes. Steve really was a sight to behold. Legs spread to house Eddie, putting his bulge on display, his arms spread over the back of the couch exuding confidence and power, his gaze fixed on Eddie, so good and on his knees for him. Steve tried to drop a hand to undo his own jeans, but Eddie stopped him. He loved this part, relishing in the way he could take Steve apart with the zip of his jeans. With his head still cushioned by Steve’s thigh, he began undoing the button, then the zipper, but Eddie had always been scolded for playing with his food, a habit that wasn’t about to break now. His face drifted up to the opening in Steve’s pants to nose at his aching cock. He was leaking and the smell made Eddie’s head swim in pleasure. He gently mouthed over the wet spot to taste Steve, but a hand gently brushing over his hair stopped him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Just made to sit down there.” Eddie nodded frantically, the point of his nose digging into Steve’s confined shaft. And then Steve was guiding Eddie’s head up to look at him by the grip in his hair. “I have something else I want to try tonight, cutie.” Steve’s voice was saccharin sweet, and Eddie whined into the attention, into being called cute. He grabbed Steve’s waistband and started working his bottoms down. Eddie’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Steve’s cock bouncing up against his stomach, desperate to get his mouth all over the throbbing length. But Eddie is being good. He’s never seen Steve like this, and he wants to listen, to keep Steve in this headspace and ride it out to the end. 

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I don’t choose ships. They choose me, and then destroy my life.

When the hyperfixation Kicks in sm that you lat in the bathroom screaming

a little speedpaint

Did u see the new spiderverse artwork cuz I sure did knfiejge

Heh, Squid game [Sketch]

Love 001 last save 456 from Jegi game

o right… uh here…

I like to think Doom is pretty protective over Prism now.

You know as I was drawing this I was like “well why would he use the doom morph if he could’ve just flown up there to try” and I think he lit just did it to show off. But he’ll never admit it.

We’ve knocked out three more asks! Hooray! We’re getting closer 😈

Oh also the next low light part is out!! So I’d love if yall checked it out :3

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Magickal Lyfestyles for those of magical bloodlines🧝🏻‍♀️

What typa Witch are you?🧙🏻‍♀️Surprisingly I’m a Sea Witch🌊🌬

I was thinking recently about how "alt" subcultures are so aestheticized now but they used to be much more about your societal views than the clothes you wore or even the bands you listened to, and my brain connected some dots. Idk if this is anything

My two favorite anarchists 🥰🥰

Feel free to make slaps or patches, but please do not make profit. My gift to you, just spread the message.

Unpopular opinion: we should all wear masks as much as possible. Forever.

Immuno compromised people were in danger long before 2019. How many people could we have saved, just by masking?

Seriously. Disabled people deserve to live without fear.

We never know if we're carrying a disease or not, since most symptoms only show up after we're contagious.

Very useful in a world with cameras everywhere.

Even if your masking is not perfect, it is still better than nothing. Every step, even the smallest ones, is another layer of protection for immuno compromised people.

Wouldn't it feel good to save a life by doing something so simple?

Thank you and goodnight!

Edit: this is about all mask preventable disease, not just covid.

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say black lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say disabled lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say First Nations lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say neurodivergent lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say women’s health matters

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say ANY other marginalized communities’ lives matter

Intersectional identities are here and won’t go away

So much of what society treats as a joke is just mocking disability. Their idea of lazy is a disabled person trying to survive, whether that be living with their parents as an adult or using pre prepared food. Cringe culture is based entirely around mocking neurodivergent people and their interests. Symptoms and characteristics of disability such as urgency issues, drooling, tremors, tics, strabismus and speech impediments are used as cheap punchlines.

In children’s tv shows disabled characters such as those with speech impediments are treated as a joke, with symptoms of disability being portrayed as synonymous to stupid.

This idea is being taught from a young age in the media and it’s engrained into our language and culture. This goes beyond jokes, it contributes to the alienation of people with disabilities.

Once you start noticing these things you realise how constant and normalised it is.

Reducing an entire person to a punchline is wrong. Using a disability symptom as an insult is wrong. It’s disturbing how normalised it is to not treat people with basic decency and respect.

Burn your own CDs, mend your own clothes, rent all of the books and movies you can carry at the library. Feed the birds, don’t mow your lawn, grow your own food. Love openly and honestly, give yourself patience and time, feel the emotions that you want to feel. Let yourself live in the body you have without being told to change it. Be openly and unequivocally yourself, revolt against your government, challenge preconceived notions of what you should be.

okay but why are so many medical professionals focused solely on getting their patients back to their jobs and not actually helping the patient feel better. like you will be literally unable to digest food or eat or do anything and they'll be like "that's not good we gotta get you BACK to WORK!!!!!!!!" and so they drag their heels and take up a bunch of time and give you treatments that don't work or take forever to give you ones that do and when you tell them. hey i still don't feel good the first thing is "BUT YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

fuck my stupid job. i'm dying. i'm a person not a walking job. help me. a lot of medical professionals will refuse to do their job and instead lecture you about being unable to go to your job instead. unreal.

I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm

if it isn't actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called "too simple" or "too surface level"

I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called "the babysitters club" on Netflix

(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it's super problematic I'm sorry) (yes. I know it's based on a book, this is about the show)

this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.

in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like "oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes". they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it's pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.

but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.

one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.

and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say "I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can't do that" (I'm disabled). she has even asked me why I'm pushing myself, why I'm not using my crutches when I complain about pain.

my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.

yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you've read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.

Happy Black History Month 🤎

Oh, also! If any of you intentionally make someone under 18 feel guilty for not doing anything that could somehow affect the election, I WILL PERSONALLY CURSE YOUR ASS SIX WAYS TO SUNDAY

Teens can reblog. They can spread posts. They can talk to their parents and adult friends, can try to change their opinion.

Revolutions are not organised by teens. Rebellion is not organised by teens. They can join, if their situation allows it.

But they have enough on their plate. Fuck off. They’re doing what they can. Not everyone can afford going on a protest - it a risk. Risk of getting caught or beaten up or getting homeless/locked at home. Not everyone can go through it.

APRIL POST

Hey punks!!! It's a new month: Good Morning April, Goodnight Authoritarianism!!!!! Kick ass, pull your friends up with you, never forget who you're fighting for!

APRIL'S CHALLENGE: Community month! Do something that connects you to your local community via volunteering or political participation, organisation ect. Take to the streets and stick up some posters in your area. Financial donations also applicable! Get out there!

March's Goal: did you achieve any eco punk / green goals in march? please share if so!

Girls will be boys

Boys will be girls

Fascists will 💖 be shot💖

i love them