Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You

some gingerbread mars love for today~

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not that joe keery isn’t a very attractive man but i absolutely love the mythos the fandom has constructed around steve’s beauty like he’s somehow simultaneously the most beautiful creature you’ll ever encounter in your life and just some guy. fic writers become divinely possessed by the muses when describing this guy’s moles. i’ve never felt more secure about my own brown eyes than when i read what people write about steve harrington’s otherworldly beautiful brown eyes. he’s both unobtainable handsome and your boy next door.

I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Steve’s dad walks in on Eddie and Steve making out, both shirtless. Eddie freaks the fuck out and Steve just sheepishly smiles at his father.

“I know I told you not to lock your door, but I take that back because I don’t want to see that again.”

“Thanks Dad!”

“Use protection!”

…

He walks into a house full of random children. The kids and Steve’s dad are just staring at each other.

“You’re paying to feed these kids, right?”

“No, you are.”

“Well shit.”

“Language, there are children!”

“Do I get to know these children who I have financially adopted?”

…

Hopper, who is over at the Harrington house to speak to Steve. Mr Harrington walks in to see the chief of police sitting on his couch. He sees Steve in the kitchen and quickly makes his way over.

“Steve! What is the chief of police doing here?”

“He’s a family friend.”

“What family?” Mr Harrington snaps back, gesturing at himself.

“He’s my friend?”

“I don’t see a world where you randomly become friends with the chief of police”

“I got caught with drugs?”

“Then why isn’t he arresting you?” Mr Harrington points to Steve’s cuff-less wrists.

“Can’t tell you?”

“Why?”

“I signed an NDA?”

“Steve, why the fuck would you do that? I’m a lawyer, you don’t just sign NDAs at a whim.”

“To be completely fair, I was concussed every time or they used a friend to threaten me.”

“It shouldn’t stand up in court then. Who did you sign it for?”

“The US government.”

“Fuck.”

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

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

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

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

Steve sighs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He promptly burst into tears.

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

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

The thing about those greentext stories from 4chan is that you've got to approach them with the assumption that the first person narrator telling the story is more or less a villain protagonist. This person turning out to be a good, wholesome person, or having their experiences change them into a better person, is a pleasant surprise, not something you should expect by default.

Whether this story they're telling is a work of pure fiction, or a harrowing tale shared as an anonymous confession of one's sins, it's safe to assume that it was written by a sad, strange little man with several things wrong with him.

Like I recall stumbling upon one where OP starts his post by saying that his favourite things in life are smoking meth and jacking off to gay porn. He's also gay when he is not on meth but anyway that's how he rolls. So he's in the middle of a completely normal afternoon, 10 hours in on a porn-and-amphetamine binge, when he suddenly regains self-awareness and finds himself jerking it to fat transgender femboys on tumblr.

So he steps back to consider the situation, and comes to realise that either he has to reassess his perception of himself, or his perception of the world around him, and that he would rather completely shrug off his previous perceptions of transgender identities and accept that trans men are men, than spend even one minute doing any kind of introspection of himself or his own thoughts and feelings.

Content with this, he carries on with frantically beating his meat to someone's fat tits.

‘Grew up hard, fell off harder’

sf vomit

Speaking of Ethel Cain, I miss Hayden’s presence on this app so much.

Obviously, her reasons for logging off should always be completely respected but really missing the hours upon hours I’d spend just scrolling through her page just to read her “ask me anything” responses. She is so eloquently spoken and knowledgeable about the topics she speaks on; I can only hope to eventually reach just half of her reflective capacity. And also, obviously, her lyrical and storytelling genius like no other; it is actually mind blowing. Truly one of the greatest artists of our generation. No one does it like her.

(And if she’s not sharing the sacred secrets to her craft, she has me laughing till my stomach hurts with her responses)

MotherCain, we absolutely do not deserve you but I hope you return one day ily 💔 so excited for the new album coming up.

Autistic people sometimes struggle with apologizing, because they're never taught how to do it the right way.

When autistic people are taught how to apologize, they're often taught that the sincerity of the apology is determined by how well they can hide their disability.

Not enough eye contact = insincere apology

Struggling to phrase it = insincere apology

Wrong tone = insincere apology

Asking questions to figure out how to prevent doing it again = insincere apology (and "arguing" or "making excuses")

Meanwhile, neurotypical people can continue their patterns while still being considered sincere by these standards.