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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.

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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.

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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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