I Love When Someone Reads An Account From Someone Who Experienced Severe Abuse And Says “wow! I Have

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someone on the news claiming that "adhd is fashionable" meanwhile people are still dicks if you forget things easily, need people to give clear instructions, ask someone to repeat themselves, or can't sit still for longer than half an hour at a time. this is like saying "ocd is fashionable" because people like to say they're "a little ocd" when they like things organised

"I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy" nah fuck that I would. Actually if I could choose to have any superpower, I'd want the power to make people feel whatever I've felt at any point of my life, at my choice. Someone mildly inconveniences me, I'm letting them have 30 minutes of being five years old and trying to learn how to cry silently because you know nobody's coming to help you and if someone hears you, they're coming to make it worse. Fuck you and your eyebrows.

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.

"Dude," Steve says, pressing on his eyes because he feels like he's about to cry. "What the fuck."

"What?" Dustin squeaks, alarmed. "What? Steve, you're freaking me out!"

"Good!" Because Steve just worked eighteen hours and it's past midnight and he got thrown up on twice and there was a bed pan incident and even though he showered at the hospital he probably smells awful and it rained and he lost his keys so he had to take the bus and he's sweaty and tired and wet and cold and Dustin's DnD friend is hot. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Okay, maybe Steve's feeling a little delirious.

"Do what??" Dustin is full on shrieking right now. His hot friend is standing in their apartment looking more and more worried and hot.

"You didn't tell me he was hot!"

The expressions that go across Dustin's face is impressive, before they stop and he settles on a flat glare. "Seriously??"

Hot guy is now blushing and Steve will collapse if he doesn't keep with the righteous fury.

"I've been TRYING to get you two to meet for months now!"

"You didn't tell me he was hot, though! Dustin!!"

"I don't know what guys are hot, Steve!" Dustin says indignantly. "I thought you didn't like nerds!"

"Dustin!"

"Um," says hot guy. He looks like he's panicking.

Dustin's face changes again. "Oh, no. Oh, no, you're right."

"All this time!" Steve says and he really is close to tears. "You've been nagging on me all this time to find my soulmate, and you had the perfect guy right here?? You had him in my home??? Dustin!"

"Whoa," whispers hot guy.

"I'm sorry," Dustin wails now, just as distraught. "You love nerds, all your favorite people are nerds, I don't know what I was thinking, oh my god!" He whirls on hot guy. "Eddie, give Steve your number right now!"

"Okay," says hot guy Eddie, immediately. His face is super red and his eyes are wide, and he looks scared out of his mind as he fumbles his pocket for his phone. "Yeah-Yep-Absolutely. This is a thing that's happening."

Steve, tears burning in his eyes, watches as Dustin punches his number into Eddie's phone. "Okay," he says a little nasally, wiping quickly at his face. "Okay, I'm going to shower and then sleep for two days, and then pretend like this never happened so I can look hot guy in the eye when he asks me on a date. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" Dustin says, all cheery now. Behind him, still looking vaguely scared for his life, hot guy gives him a shaky thumbs up.

11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #09. steve harrington and robin buckley - stranger things

bones and all

i keep finding good music with ai generated album covers and it actually like hurts me. you're a musician. you're an artist. you spend i assume hours and hours poring over a single track, come out with something you're proud of and then dont have the braincells to stop yourself from making an ai album cover. you won't hire someone or make some photobashed shit in canva out of copyright free images or something. have you no sense of dignity. no sense of comradery as a creative type. you could make a crayon drawing and take a picture in shit lighting with your phone and it would be infinitely more charming than the ai art. youre ugly youre disgusting im gonna kill you give me 500 dollars

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[Concept] I love the idea of Ethel tormenting Isaiah- might actually finish those two one day.

Thotbot trying to steal me from my man.