hey writers if you want to make a metaphor for racism, please maybe remember that racism is literally based on nothing. Africans weren’t enslaved en masse because the Robo-Musa threatened to destroy the world, they were enslaved because it was economically rewarding and politically convenient. If at any point your allegory for racism includes “so <oppressed group> did this major catastrophe and” then you have not only missed the point but you are literally reinforcing the ideas that racism have let racism self-perpetuate (that e.g. black people are naturally dangerous and violent and must be contained or begrudgingly accepted by the Nice White People)
“I think I was made for kissing you,” Eddie whispers, pressing soft, tender kisses down the column of Steve’s throat. When he reaches Steve’s collarbone, he leans back and says, “I was made for lovin’ you, baby.”
He leans in and kisses Steve, slow, unhurried.
“Wait, are you trying to seduce me with lyrics from a KISS song?” Steve asks against his mouth.
Eddie pulls back abruptly and squints at him. “How do YOU know it’s from a KISS song?”
Eddie, who, as a child, struggled with making decisions, so Wayne gifted him a Magic 8 ball that he could turn to for guidance. Eddie spends most of his childhood carrying around the Magic 8 Ball, using it to decide between mac and cheese (ask again later) or chicken strips (signs point to yes) at lunch or whether he should go talk to the new kid Gareth (without a doubt).
Eddie slowly starts to make his own decisions but keeps onto the Magic 8 Ball for important, life-changing questions. He asks if he should drop out of school after failing his first senior year (my reply is no) and then again if he should repeat said senior year (it is decidedly so). He even asks if he should start working for Reefer Rick (reply hazy, try again) – it’s the one time he chose to ignore the ball’s advice.
Unfortunately, Eddie doesn’t have his Magic 8 Ball on him when the witch hunt starts. He wishes he could ask it if all this hiding and running is going to be worth it. But for once, Eddie has to rely on his own decisions. So he keeps going. Lets Dustin and his friends take him under their wing and protect him. Has to trust that Nancy’s plan is going to work and that Steve is going to make Vecna pay when he nods his head at his request.
It’s hard trusting other people without having something to double check the universe’s whims on, but he has no choice.
When he survives and gets sent to the hospital, the Magic 8 Ball is one of the first thing he asks Uncle Wayne to bring him from home. The first question he asks: was any of it real (without a doubt). Oh, how he wishes it was all a dream.
The second question he asks later when he’s all alone: will I get over my crush on Steve (very doubtful). Not pleased with the answer, Eddie pushes the Magic 8 Ball aside and rolls his eyes. What does it know anyway?
As his recovery continues, Eddie comes to rely on his Magic 8 Ball less and less because he has a group of friends around him who are there to offer their guidance. The Magic 8 ball stays perched on the small hospital table though, always in reach if he needs it.
He nearly tells Wayne to take it home one night, but he’s glad he doesn’t because in the morning he wakes to find Steve shaking the ball in his hands.
“Didn’t strike you as a Magic 8 ball kind of guy, Harrington,” Eddie teases, voice thick with sleep and whatever drugs are still coursing through his body.
“M’not usually, but I needed a little guidance with this question.”
“Oh yeah? And what does the magic ball say?”
“It just says yes.”
“Ah, the most definitive of Magic 8 Ball answers.”
“So I should trust it then?”
“That depends,” Eddie says, stretching out on the uncomfortable hospital bed. “What did you ask it?”
"I asked it if I could kiss you.”
Without thinking, Eddie sits up and snatches the Magic 8 Ball from Steve’s hands. He ducks his head, closes his eyes, and mouths his question before violently shaking the Magic 8 Ball.
It is certain.
“What did you ask it?” Steve asks, stepping closer to Eddie’s hospital bed.
“If you were being serious.”
“And? What did it say?”
Eddie turns the Magic 8 Ball so Steve can see the little triangle floating. When he looks up, he sees Steve barely containing the smile breaking out on his face.
“Guess you better kiss me, Harrington,” Eddie teases. “Don’t want to upset the Magic 8 Ball gods.”
You know how cats seem to have an innate sense of when you’re about to get up, and they choose that exact moment to sit down on your lap? And no sooner have they made themselves comfortable than you realize that you have to go to the bathroom, or someone calls you over, or the phone starts ringing, and you have to shove the poor cat off your lap?
That’s basically Eddie’s sex life right now.
Well alright, no, not entirely, but – it’s a component that’s certainly starting to become an irritation.
It’s just that Steve has a wonderful lap.
At least, Eddie assumes it’s wonderful. It’s wonderfully inviting, at the very least; it’s wide enough to offer Eddie (who is not quite as generously endowed in the whole… thighs-ass department, he’ll admit) a good seat, and he’s had his hands on the area often enough to know it’s firm but with just the right amount of give to be very comfortable.
But Eddie’s never actually gotten to spend much time on it.
He doesn’t even mean that in a sexual way (although that much is also true). Every time he’s so much as tried to plop himself down on Steve’s lap to do something as innocent as watch a movie, Steve seems to remember something he needs to get up and do within just a few minutes.
For a little while, Eddie had been worried about what that meant. Did Steve not want to spend time with him? Did Steve not want Eddie near him? Did Steve not find him attractive? Did Steve just find him annoying?
But further time spent together has given Eddie more confidence. Clearly Steve enjoys spending time with him—submits to it willingly and often—and does find Eddie annoying but in a way he enjoys. Steve also most definitely finds Eddie attractive (and, in fact, has no trouble at all spending extended time on Eddie’s lap). So at this point, it’s more of a puzzle. A frustration.
steve always knew he was queer fic where steve keeps trying to invite himself to Queer Hangouts w eddie and robin and they keep being like “uhhhh this isnt really your scene…” until steve is finally like “listen i get it ok theres all this fucking stigma but you two are the last people i expected this from!” and eddie and robin are like “youre a very good ally and we appreciate it but the truth is you just cannot relate to some of our experiences and you need to accept that!” and then steve is like “woooaaaahhh hold on i think we’re having two different conversations. i thought you were doing that thing gay ppl do sometimes where they treat bi people like we arent really queer or whatever. did you guys genuinely think i was heterosexual? lol that’s embarrassing”
Eddie is standing on top of the staircase talking to a journalist when he almost trips in his steps.
The journalist assumes it’s a wardrobe malfunction since he’s wearing boots with pretty high heels, but then he hears him say “oh my god, that is Steve Harrington, that’s Steve Harrington.”
As Eddie’s panic intensifies, the people next to him turn around to see a stylish guy posing for the camera at the bottom of the stairs case.
“What do I do?? Do I meet him?” Eddie asks the journalist, forgetting about the interview he was in the middle of.
The poor journalist can only stay silent at the sight of Eddie Munson, multi award winner, always on top of charts, one of the most known and loved artists of the decade, freaking out over some YouTuber? Tiktoker?
Not that Eddie is giving him any attention either, too busy adjusting the trail of his gown so that he can turn around and see the bottom of the stairs perfectly.
He’s so agitated that he risks falling down a couple of times, which makes the journalist get out of his initial stupor to help him out, and also makes Steve notice the turmoil happening at the top of the stairs.
The guy gives Eddie a look and a small smile but that is more than enough to make Eddie risk his life by tripping on his feet once again.
“Oh my god, Steve Harrington just smiled at me” he whisper-shouts.
Noticing that Steve is still looking at him, Eddie hurriedly asks “can I meet you? Can I?” Shocking both Steve and everyone around them.
“O-of course” Steve motions for him to come down the stairs and the journalist follows closely to make sure the international rockstar doesn’t fall down the stairs and break his neck.
“I cannot believe I’m meeting you, I’m like obsessed with you” Eddie tells him as soon as he reaches the last step.
“This is Eddie Munson” the journalist says, as if to restore the hierarchy of who’s supposed to be shocked to meet who.
Eddie hushes him and gets back to acting like a mega fan meeting their idol for the first time.
The journalists stays there, staring at one of the most bizarre scenes he has ever witnessed in his career.
“Can someone” he finally asks “for the love of god, remind Eddie Munson that he’s Eddie Munson?”
If you’re a poor person listen spending less on things that makes you happy/only spending money on essentials will not get you out of poverty but will make you want to kill yourself
Yalll want to see some trans joy?!
Josie and I get to go swimming this weekend!! I know that doesn’t seem like much, but for a couple of trans women this is a big deal, and I AM SO EXCITED
Billy: That's it, Harrington, you're pissing me off! Leave me the fuck alone!
Steve: I'm TRYING but I need you to stop hugging me!
Billy, tightening his hug: No!
HOLD THE LINE!! KEEP PUSHING!!!!!
Sorry babes but as someone who lived lug around 500 cds they can die. To me lps are at least pretty and pretentious like a fine wine. Cds have no point
the point is cds are sexy as hell. sorry you dont know what sex is.
visual diagram btw ^
The real point is that you OWN a CD. You do NOT own anything digital you purchase.
Google Play stole hundreds of dollars worth of music I paid them for from me by forcing me to upload it to YouTube Music (or lose it entirely) which is behind a subscription paywall, requiring me now to pay more money every month if I want to listen to MY music I PAID for without constant advertising.
You do not own anything digitally purchased. It can be taken back from you at any time and it is fully legal for big corporations to do so for some reason.
CDs can't be taken from you unless they come into your house or car in person to physically pry them out of your cold dead hands.
That's why the resurgence. As funny as that person's reply to you was, it's not in fact because they look sexy. It's because you actually own them.
"poor people are happier with less" and "money won't buy happiness" is literally classist propaganda. stop buying into it and start making molotov cocktails
“money won’t make you happy” well i’d be a lot happier if i knew a medical bill wouldn’t send me into financial ruin
Money doesn’t buy happiness is suppose to be applied to Rich cunts hoarding money! not poor people trying to make ends meet!
If you have a hard time understanding where the shortage of empathy for the sub crew comes from. here is a pretty good explainer.
“They have profited massively from their lies and left the rest of us to suffer the consequences and pay for the damages,” she added. “We say enough is enough.”
BREAKING: Fossil Companies Face $50B Lawsuit Over 2021 Heat Dome Deaths"
