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hey so it's exactly 10 days after what i added to @cherrychapsticksteve's post, and it hasn't left my brain SO! Murphy, this is for you. i hope enjoy this full version!!!

pairing: steddie | word count: 7,536 | rated: T

-🎸-

Eddie's chest heaves as he sprints farther into the woods.

It’s not the first (and certainly won’t be the last) time he runs from Hawkins’ finest. This time, Hopper and Callahan had busted him after he ran a stop sign (it wasn’t his fault, okay? He had to change the tape and didn’t see the sign or the patrol car stopped at the damn cross street).

The ‘failure to obey traffic signs’ was the least of his problems though, not after his damn lunchbox dropped out of the van when they asked demanded he “Take a step out here, Munson.”, and the last crumbs of the stock he’d gotten from Rick the week before last spilling out at Hopper’s feet.

They get him in cuffs, of course, but the second they turn their backs on him, he fucking books it.

Hands cuffed behind him, wallet chain jangling around his hip in time with the zipper of his jacket hitting the lowest button of his vest, both officers are wheezing way too soon after he starts playing getaway. He twists and spins out of the way of their grasps, but Callahan gets a second wind and nearly catches him, so he bolts; Tears off past his van and into the woods.

He's got some sense of where he's going, they busted him on Cornwallis and it should be a clear cut through the forest past Loch Nora and to the park, but it's even darker as he gets under the treeline. The fading twilight blocked out by the canopy above him.

Still, he took off into the woods on the west side of the street so as long as he keeps going straight, he'll be fine. 

Joke's on him though, nothing about him has been straight since before he came to live with Wayne (since he was born if what his science teacher Mr. Clarke once told him is to be believed), so it's no fuckin' wonder that he's gotten off course.

He dismisses it at first, the gradual incline he's following at more of a jog than a sprint now, but when he hears sirens go off way too close and he finds himself crashing into a meticulously trimmed backyard, it makes sense.

What doesn't make sense is why of all the gallivanting through the woods he'd just done, over and under fallen logs, rocks, through bushes and thickets, that his feet betray him on the half inch concrete lip of patio he hadn't yet slowed himself enough to avoid altogether.

The toe of his sneaker clips the very corner, his feet try to right themselves, but he's already hurtling toward this person's inground pool. 

In the split second he's falling, Eddie's brain does three things almost simultaneously: 1) realizes that whoever's house this is, there's only one light on. an upstairs window that must be a bedroom. Good. Maybe then he can pick himself up after this what-would-have-been super embarrassing fall and get the fuck back out of their yard without them noticing.

2) It has enough sense to turn his body to the left to take the fall onto the concrete on his shoulder instead of his face, though it means he'll definitely be rolling into the pool now. Damn. 

And 3) a simple thought of 'Aw, fuck.'

What his brain didn't account for was the edge of the pool. And that it should have considered its boney housing's downward momentum in the fall.

His temple collides with the edge where plastic meets stone, and Eddie Munson, freshly concussed and all but dead to the world, falls into the water.

-🍦-

The night Steve Harrington officially meets Eddie Munson is like every other.

At home, alone, waiting for it to be a reasonable time to go to bed. 

He’s leaning his desk chair back on two legs, his feet propped up on his mattress, flipping through the new June '85 edition of Vogue that came in the mail that day addressed to Linda Harrington.

Halfway through reading about Eric Stoltz in that new movie Mask (and seriously debating somehow guilting his parents into sending him one of these watches for a late graduation gift because shit that's a nice watch), he hears a splash from outside his window.

The sound makes him jump from how unexpected it is, and he would've for sure tumbled ass backwards off his chair if the wall hadn't been behind him.

He jumps up and yanks open his blinds to look out at the pool below.

There are fresh ripples weaving across the normally still top, and a shadow of something bubbling up from the bottom.

His guts twist up immediately; of course, it could be just some stupid deer, but it could also be any number of insane hell creatures, one of which had once used his pool as it's front door before.

"Shitshitshitshit," Steve snatches up his bat from under the bed and launches himself out his room and down the stairs in record time.

By the time he gets to the edge of the pool, the ripples have dispersed significantly, and the..whatever it is.. at the bottom is releasing bubbles slower than ever.

It takes about a second more for him to parse out the very obviously human shape crumpled under the water and--is that blood?

Steve dives into the water directly across from the bright red smear on the plastic lining.

His eyes burn with the chemicals, all he makes out of the person is a pale face and dark hair.

He hooks an arm under theirs and across their chest, and pushes up from the bottom.

Steve finds a foothold in the shallows and powers over to the stairs as fast as he can, pulling the limp man up onto the concrete.

He gets to work on them immediately, checking for a pulse, checking for breath..nothing.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" Steve starts compressions on his chest, counting in his head before sucking in a deep breath, pinching the guy’s nose shut, and sealing his mouth onto the blue lips below him.

Nothing.

"C'mon Munson," Steve starts counting compressions again. "Don't do this to me, man." It surprises him that this is when his brain pairs the pale features and dark denim to Hawkins' Super-Senior, but it's him alright. The vest is a giveaway, though he definitely looks like a completely different person without his bangs hanging over his forehead, or that dumbass grin he has when he's going on some tirade at lunch.

Steve closes his lips over Eddie's once again and this time, it works.

Eddie pitches forward, spewing chunky water all over the ground in front of him.

Steve supports his back as he does, "Shit, man, let it out, let it out." He looks down then, finally realizing Eddie's arms have been completely incapacitated by a pair of cuffs this whole time. 

His breaths are ragged, gagging while he takes in shaky breaths.

He continues to pat Eddie's back, smacking his palm over some demon-looking thing on the back panel of his vest.

"Breathe, Eddie, you got it." The older boy's dazed gaze turns to him then, "You back with me?"

"Harrington?" it comes out a wheeze.

“Hey Munson, you okay?”

Eddie looks around at Steve’s yard, to the pool, “Yeah I—Yeah..” he looks back at Steve, “What happened?”

“You fell into my pool, dude.” he chuckles, “I pulled you out and you weren’t breathing.”

“…huh.”

That pulls another snort out of him. “Yeah, ‘Huh.’.”

Eddie looks off into the woods, then back to his face. “And what happened before that?”

Steve pulls lightly on the cuffs. “I was hoping you could tell me that.”

“I don’t–I don’t know what..” he glances around, panicked, “I don’t know why I’m in cuffs, I–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay man. You’re okay.” Steve rubs gently over the same spot he’d been patting, “Let’s get you inside, alright? Get some food maybe?”

Eddie takes a couple more breaths then nods, “Yeah…yeah okay, Harrington.”

He leads Eddie inside after he’s calmed down a bit more, sitting him down on one of the chairs at the breakfast nook and dashing quickly to the laundry room off the kitchen for a towel.

"Eddie, hey, y'gotta stay awake." he says, wrapping him up and giving him a light shake, "I'm gonna make you something to eat soon, but I wanna get you outta your cuffs first. Can you tell me how to get them off?"

"Yea-yeah," Eddie smacks his lips dryly, thinking hard, "Do you have a bobby pin?"

Steve studies him while he quickly searches his brain for where the last time he might've seen one. He's still dazed, still out of it (which is fair, honestly, he almost died after all), and is starting to shiver despite the towel.

He goes to the sink and pours a glass of water. "I think my mom has some. Let me help you drink some of this, and we’ll get you upstairs, okay?" he says, turning back to Eddie and keeping his voice soft, as if he'd scare him off if he spoke any louder.

Eddie's face scrunches in confusion, so he continues, "I’ll get you out of those cuffs and into the shower so you can warm up."

He watches Eddie’s expression morph as he registers what was said to him. His eyes go hooded, his cheeks tinge pink, and a smirk tugs at his lips. "Y'wanna get me naked, big boy?"

Steve rolls his eyes, his own cheeks prickling with heat. Eddie's hot okay? Objectively. He doesn't have to be into guys to know that. And flirting is flirting.  Sue him. "Shut up man," he laughs.

He holds the glass to Eddie’s lips and lets him drink as much as he wants, then sets the glass down on the table. He pulls gently on Eddie’s bicep, hooking an arm around the other man's waist, under an arm, and when he finally feels like he's got a good enough hold on him, they head to the steps.

They make their way up the stairs slowly, Eddie mumbling to himself the whole way. Steve hears a grumbled "Naked..", something that sounds like "..Gotta be dreamin',", and his own name, drawn out as if in disbelief "Steeeve Harrington...".

Finally, they make it to the master bedroom and Steve deposits Eddie on the edge of the bed. He immediately falls over onto his right side.

"Ow! Shit.. that fuckin' sucks."

"Your shoulder?" Steve asks, grabbing up a pin from his mother's vanity and turning back to the still damp man on the bed.

"Yeah, I–I must've fallen onto it before I went in." Eddie reasons, "Also, my head hurts."

"I bet," Steve nods, climbing up behind Eddie, "Now, you gotta tell me what to do here, man." he turns the cuffs slightly where he can see the little keyhole. "I've never picked the lock on a pair of cuffs."

"Ya don't say..'' he drawls sarcastically, "Just put the pin in my hand and I'll do it.”

Steve watches Eddie's fingers fiddle with the bobby pin; twisting it every which way while he feels out which side is which, which end of it he wants, prying it open with only a couple fingers, twisting into his hair, the pads of them ghosting along his lips, how they might feel opening him u--

Steve jumps up off the bed, causing Eddie to complain about the movement fucking up his concentration or something.

He ignores him, heading into the ensuite to start the shower.

Holy shit.

What in the actual fuck was that? He shakes his head, hard, willing his brain not to think those thoughts again. He is not gay or anything, everyone has thoughts like that sometimes. Tommy said so.

After starting the water and grabbing a new towel from under the counter, Steve takes a breath and steps back out into the bedroom.

He lets the breath out in relief when he sees Eddie's hands separate from the other, one palm pressed to the left side of his face and his other hanging loosely in front of him off the edge of the bed.

His soggy white Reeboks have also joined him on the bed, feet dangerously close to the pillow.

"Up n’ at 'em, Munson, gotta get you cleaned up." Steve calls, relishing briefly in making Eddie jump in surprise. "Can you get up on your own?"

Eddie groans, but slowly lets his feet drop back down to the floor.

Steve is back on Eddie's side of the bed before he's upright, offering a hand.

His open palm is puzzled at for a few long seconds, then Eddie places his hand in Steve's.

"Okay, up we go," he pulls Eddie to his feet, singing his arm around the other man's waist again and pulling Eddie's arm over his shoulders.

"Dizzy." Eddie complains.

"I know, I know," he soothes in return, "It's this way."

They shuffle into the bathroom and Steve lowers Eddie onto the closed lid of the toilet.

"We gotta get you out of your wet clothes, okay Eds?" The nickname slips through his teeth, but Eddie doesn't seem to mind it, nodding slowly.

Steve kneels in front of him, "Shoes first. Can you get your jacket and vest off for me?"

“Pushy, pushy,” Eddie teases, starting to pull his jacket off, “You really wanna get me naked, don’t you.” 

“Oh yeah. I am just itching for ‘pale, scrawny asshole’.” Steve deadpans in return, unlacing Eddie’s sopping sneakers and placing them in front of the counter.

“Oh now you wanna see my asshole? Buy a guy dinner first, Stevie.”

Steve tries to ignore the soupy feeling in his stomach at the nickname. It’s not even a new one, Tommy’s called him that before too and it never made his guts all squirmy like this.

It’s gotta just be because he and Eddie aren’t friends like he and Tommy had been.

That’s all.

But that’s not all, is it? His brain betrays him again, taking only half a second to imagine going on a date with Eddie, taking him to dinner, a movie, whatever. Taking him home, giving him a kiss goodnight.

The scenario is imagined, but the swirling feeling in his stomach is all too real.

He’s felt this before, the nerves and excitement of taking out a girl he really likes, getting to talk to her, get to know her, the possibility of getting to kiss her (and maybe more) at the end of the night.

But now it’s Eddie Fucking Munson that his gut’s all soupy for. Does he like Eddie? Does he want to Date him?

Steve feels his face heat up, his knees feel wobbly despite being on stable ground, his stomach erupts in butterflies—aw fuck. He likes Eddie. 

“Be careful with this, Harrington, It’s worth more than you’ll ever know.” Miraculously, Eddie managed to get his jacket off with the vest still wrapped around it. He passes the bundle gingerly over to Steve, like it's breakable.

He looks down at the crumpled clothing in his hands; he can see a couple patches that are hand-sewn into the denim, a broken zipper on one of the sleeves of Eddie’s jacket that has been pinned shut, a single button worn shinier than the rest. He believes him.

“I’ll take care of it, promise.” Steve says, placing the bundle up next to the sink gently. “Now, do you need help with the rest?”

Eddie immediately looks like he’s going to say no, but he seems to think better of it. “Uhm, can you help with these?”, he pats his legs, “I’d do it myself, but they’re gonna be a bitch to get off since they’re all wet and I’m still dizzy and don’t really want to bend over to pull off the bottoms but–y’know what just forget it, I’ll—”

Steve interrupts his rambling, “Eddie, it’s fine! I offered, didn't I? Help me out?” he gestures to Eddie’s zipper with his chin and starts to pull at the legs of Eddie’s skinny jeans. “I don’t get it man, why squeeze into these–”

The jingle of Eddie’s belt buckle pulls his focus, his eyes darting up to catch a flash of the buckle being undone. He averts his eyes, but a split second later, his brain registers what he’d seen and his gaze snaps back to it.

“Handcuff buckle? Really?”

“Don’t diss the buckle, Stevie,” Eddie chides, working the buckle loose. It continues to jingle as he works at it.

“How good of a buckle can it be if you can’t even get it undone?” Steve says, getting the second leg of Eddie’s jeans pulled down under his heel.

“It keeps me virtuous.” Eddie grits out, then huffs out a “Finally..” as the mini handcuffs fall open.

It was a bad moment to be done with what he was doing. Because Steve looks up just as Eddie unbuttons his fly and pulls the zipper down.

Steve shoots up off the floor, “Need some help standing up?” He asks, trying to cover for his minor freak-out. Eddie didn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah, thanks,” Eddie takes his hand and pulls himself up, “Don’t let me fall okay? I’m still feelin’ kinda…loopy.”

“Sure, man.”

So Steve stands there, gaze averted politely, as Eddie shimmies his jeans off and pulls his shirt off over his head.

He leaves him to it after that, pointing out the shampoo and soap, where he’d hung the new towel for him, and escapes to go find Eddie some new clothes.

He fishes a pair of black sweats out from one of his drawers, a pair that had been too small for him since sophomore year, and a plain black undershirt. He grabs up his personal favorite hoodie too, a Hawkins High Swim one, and a pair of thick fuzzy Christmas socks Mrs. Henderson had given him this past year.

After agonizing over whether or not to grab a pair of boxers too (he does, a new pair from the back of his top drawer), Steve wanders back into the master bathroom and deposits the pile on Eddie’s vacated seat.

The frosted glass door and added steam cloud Eddie’s form, but Steve can see the vague outline of him, standing just at the edge of where the water must be falling.

“I’m gonna start a quick load of laundry with your things, okay? I left you some stuff on the toilet.”

“‘Kay.” Eddie says softly.

It’s after he’s gathered up Eddie’s chlorine scented clothes that he notices, thinking belatedly to grab the discarded towel off the bed on his way back downstairs, but when he turns to grab it, he’s stopped short by a darkening stain puddled up on one end.

Right where Eddie’s head had been.

It all clicks. The smear of blood on the edge of the pool, Eddie’s complaints of his head hurting, of feeling dizzy and lightheaded.. And now Steve’s left him standing on his own in a hot-ass shower?!

He’s not sure how he heard it, but there’s a soft “Steve?” called out from the bathroom before a loud thump echoes out into the bedroom. 

-🎸-

At first, the shower felt fan-fucking-tastic, but not long after stepping under the hot, wonderfully pressured stream, he’d started feeling (even) more light headed.

He takes a deep breath, and leans on one hand at the back of the shower out of the spray while his head clears enough.

Operating in much the same way through the rest of the shower, he scrubs himself down, washing the chlorine from his skin and hair, wincing slightly when he stretches his shoulder the wrong way and when he scrubs over his right temple. There’s a knot there. Great.

He continues through the motions, taking as deep of breaths as he can, but rinsing the shampoo out of his hair is what does it. His arm stretched up, the more concentrated steam, the tilting back of his head…he bobbles forward out of the stream, hand on the wall again.

Where the hell is Steve? He’s gotta get out of here, gotta turn off the shower..somehow? Eddie’s vision blurs. Fuck.

“I’m gonna start a quick load of laundry with your things, okay? I left you some stuff on the toilet.” Steve says, back in the room as if summoned by Eddie’s desperate thoughts.

‘C’mon coward, ask him for help! He’s right outside the door!’

“‘Kay.”

‘No! Damnit!’ He’ll be fine, he just needs to breathe again, needs to sit down..

“Steve?”

Then he’s out (again).

-

When he comes to (again), he’s back on the bed, under the covers, and still kinda damp. And dressed.

“What the fuck?”

The bedroom door opens then, and he tries to sit up. Shit, why is he so sore?

He blinks away the fuzziness in his eyes only to see Steve goddamn Harrington hovering over him.

Steve pushes him back down onto the pillows. “Oh no nono you don’t. You stay right there.” he chastises.

“What the fuck, what happe—” The memories of the last couple hours roll over him all at once, along with heavy mortification that presses him further into the pillows. He covers his face with his hands, “Jesus H. Christ..did I pass out in the shower?”

“I’m sorry Eddie,” 

“Sorry for what? That I’m a klutz?” he mumbles out from under his palms. “Don’t think that’s your fault, Harrington.”

“You’re not a klutz, dumbass, but you do probably have a concussion…” Steve snarks back, and Eddie feels the mattress sink beside him, “Though I don’t know, maybe you always pass out in the shower?” 

Eddie can’t help but laugh. He scrubs his face a couple more times, then drops his hands “Only in the showers of my own personal saviors.”

He swears Steve’s face tinges pink at that, “Well aren’t I a lucky guy.”

“Well, seeing as how I’m dressed, and last time I remember, I wasn’t..” Steve’s face is blazing red now. “I think you must be, if you got a look at the goods.”

He waggles his eyebrows teasingly when Steve glances up at him, “Shut up man, I didn’t look at your junk any more than I had to.”

Eddie sputters at that, “How much looking is in your definition of ‘had to’?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “You passed out in my shower man, I had to get you out didn’t I? And I’m not about to leave you cold and wet so..I wrapped you up in a towel and got you up here.” he gestures to the bed, “Got you dressed and under the covers so you could sleep somewhat comfy while I made you something to eat.”

Eddie continues to eye him suspiciously, “So you got into my pants and then got them on me? That seems backwards…and sounds kinda fishy, Steven.”

“Oh my god..” Steve throws his head back in exasperation and scrubs his own face with his hands. “I got your pants on while you were still wrapped up in the towel, asshole, now do you want something to eat or not?”

“Wow…the kiss of life, a personal scrubdown (“I didn’t scrub you down!”), and now I get breakfast in bed? If I’m dreamin’, don’t wake me up.”

“Your dreams include getting concussed and passing out?”

Eddie shrugs, “To be fair, there’s usually less clothes and more making out, but I’m holding out hope.” He waggles his eyebrows again and Steve’s face flushes red, scoffing lightly 

“Don’t hold your breath.”

He feigns being shot in the chest, hamming it up and falling limp further into the pillows, “You wound me Steven, am I to be laid up for the rest of my days? Does his royal highness not believe in true love’s kiss?”

“I’ve already kissed you once, dumbass, Is that not enough for you?”

“It musn’t be, for my head and heart still ache!” he continues to bemoan, flailing a hand to his forehead. He’s honestly not quite sure why he’s still keeping up with the bit, painfully straight jocks like Steve don’t normally take well to his dramatics, and he’s not keen on getting punched right now.

But Steve doesn’t punch him. He laughs. 

He laughs and says “How ‘bout you eat something first, and if your head and heart still ache after that, I’ll give you a smooch.” Steve says, standing from the edge of the bed.

Eddie gawks at him, but allows himself to be helped up after his stomach growls loudly not a second later.

Steve walks down the stairs in front of him half-sideways in case he decides to pass out again, then helps him up onto a stool at the Harrington’s long kitchen island.

“I made eggs and toast, but I can get you something else if you like?”

Eddie’s stomach rolls at the thought of eggs, “Just toast, thanks.”

Steve nods, and passes over a plate with plain buttered toast stacked at least a half a loaf tall and a new glass of water. He takes a slice gratefully and munches on it slowly.

Suddenly, something clicks. “Wait, rewind, concussed? You think I might have a concussion?”

“You hit your head didn’t you?” he asks, rounding the counter with a plate of his own and perching on the stool next to him.

“Well yeah, but concussion?”

Steve shrugs, “I mean, I’m not 100 percent sure, but you definitely hit it pretty hard,” he gently pushes the hairs of Eddie’s right temple up and back, touching the fingers of his other hand to the knot he’d felt in the shower earlier.

“Sorry,” he says when Eddie winces, “There was a cut there too, but it wasn’t that deep so I cleaned it up and used a couple butterfly strips on it. Definitely looked worse than it was, but you said you didn’t remember what happened, that your head hurts, you’re dizzy, and I’m guessing the thought of eggs made you nauseous didn’t they?”

Eddie blinks at him once, twice, “I think I have a concussion.”

Steve barks out a laugh, tossing his head back with it. He looks back down at Eddie, still grinning, and time seems to freeze for a long moment.

Steve Harrington’s always been attractive, okay? And Eddie is only a man. The soft swoop of Steve’s hair, messy and flatter than he’s ever seen it in any normal circumstance, but it still looks good, the moles he can see scattered across his neck and arms and legs that Eddie’s always seen a big ol’ ‘KISS HERE’ over each, the relatively new softer smile he’d seen after Hargrove showed up and King Steve was tossed from his throne..

Eddie’s been so gone on Steve for so long already, and now he’s literally saved his life.

He never thought he’d ever want to be the damsel in distress, but now is, and he’s here, and Steve Harrington is his knight in shining armor.

It’s not just the possible concussion making his head swirl.

“Thanks, Steve.” he says, coming back to the present again–was he always this close? Do not look at his lips, Munson, stay focused. “Never thought this’d be how I’d ever be in your house though.”

Steve’s eyes flash to somewhere below his nose (‘Wait.. did he just–’), then he takes his hand away, dropping it back to his lap from where it was all but wrapped around the back of his skull. He didn’t even register that Steve was still holding him (‘Fuck!’).

“How d’ya think you’d ever be here then?” he asks, taking a large bite of runny egg.

“Oh y’know me, peddler of wares for any manner of frivolities my liege may hold.” He attempts to give Steve a bow, but gets dizzy almost as soon as his head tips forward.

Steve’s hands reach out to steady him, but drop when Eddie sits back up. “Yeah I didn’t get any of that.”

“Party favors, Steve-o, pills, ganja..all that fun stuff.” Eddie continues on at Steve’s understanding expression, “That’s what got me cuffed earlier.”

“Ah, so you do remember.”

“For the most part. They wouldn’t’ve even pulled me over if my tape hadn’t ended. I was trying to swap it out and ran a stop sign.”

Steve snorts, “What, did you try to bribe them with drugs?”

“I wish; that'd’ve been a much better story,” Eddie laughs, taking another bite of toast, “My stash fell out at Hopper’s feet when I got outta the van.”

Steve winces, “Bad break, dude. So what, you just decided to run? Why not before they cuffed you?”

“I dunno, man, I just bolted into the trees. Those old men couldn’t’ve caught me if they tried.”

“So you got pulled over, got cuffed for having drugs in your car, evaded capture by running through the woods in the dark, fell into my pool shoulder first,”

“Well I rolled into it, actually. I tripped on your patio, couldn’t catch myself on my hands, obviously, so I fell onto my shoulder first and kinda skidded slash rolled into the pool. Must’ve hit my head then too.”

Steve winces again, “That’s why the “Sorry” earlier.. I saw that blood on the lining and I didn’t even check where you could be bleeding.” He shakes his head in disappointment, “I shouldn’t’ve put you into the shower like that, it’s not good for you. And I know my way around a head injury.” Steve mutters.

“Sportsball will do that to you.” Eddie nods, grabbing a second slice of toast.

“It wasn’t basket–” he sighs, “Nevermind, is there someone you need to call or anything?”

Eddie’s stomach sinks. “Trying to be rid of me already, Harrington?”

Steve waves him off, “Nah. Your clothes are still in the dryer.” he says, standing up and passing around the island to the far counter where a phone book lays open. He picks it up and brings it back to Eddie, “I looked up Munson in case someone would be wondering where you are, but the only Munson here didn’t answer. A Wayne Munson?”

“My uncle,” Eddie explains, “He wouldn’t, not at this time of day. He’s already at the plant for the night.”

“Ah.”

“You can just give me a ride home, we stashed a key on the porch.” he tries to stand, pushing through the dizziness.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here, Munson. That’s an order.”

Eddie sinks back into his seat.

“Concussions are tricky, you know; You have to check on the person periodically while they sleep to make sure they’re not getting worse. If there’s not going to be anyone at home with you, you’d better stay here.”

“Whatever you say, Doc.” Eddie gives him a two fingered salute, and relishes in the feeling of making Steve smile again. 

-🍦-

It was easier than he thought it'd be to convince Eddie to get back to bed, this time in the guest room across from Steve’s own bedroom.

He’d thought the surprisingly charming weirdo (he was apparently already smitten with) would fight him on it, but he’d followed him back upstairs without complaint after a third slice of toast, though he had gotten a bit woozy about 2/3rds of the way back up.

“What, no smooch? I have to settle for common drugs?” Eddie grumbles as Steve shakes a couple Tylenol into his palm. Steve just rolls his eyes, ignoring him (and the giant swoop of his stomach), “I’ll be up for a little while longer, I have to get your shit outta the dryer and get ready for work tomorrow, so I’ll wake you up before I go to bed and wake you up again in the middle of the night.”

Eddie takes the offered glass of water from him, gulping down the pain meds, “I’m gonna be super grouchy at you, you know.”

Steve smirks at him, “I know, but it’s gotta be done.” He takes back the glass and sets it on the nightstand. 

Eddie’d nodded through a long cracking yawn, smiled, then murmured a light “G’night Stevie.” that made Steve’s heart squeeze.

“‘Night Eds, I’ll see ya in a bit.”

Steve, however, did not get to sleep as easily, lying awake in his room after waking Eddie the first time. 

He set his watch to wake him in three hours to check on Eddie again, and he’d already wasted a good half of it staring at his ceiling and thinking in circles about everything that had happened, everything he’d felt and thought about the town freak sleeping across the hall.

He’d started with gathering all of it up and trying to cram it away to some corner of his head and leave it there, lock it away from even himself, but to no avail. The…he supposed you could call them feelings...for Eddie had grown much too big already for any one of the lock boxes in the back of his brain.

Then he’d tried to rationalize them again like he had at first. Tommy had told him, very confidently, that everyone has gay thoughts sometimes, it’s normal to realize when a guy is just objectively attractive. To realize you’d totally hit that if you had the chance. 

Harrison Ford was the first person Steve’d brought up during that conversation, and Tommy agreed. So that was it, Eddie Munson was just the same as Harrison Ford. He’d definitely sleep with Eddie if there was ever a chance.

And was there? There’d always been rumors about Munson, at least since Steve’d started at Hawkins High, maybe even before, but were they true? How would he even ask that? “Hey Eddie, heard you might be..y’know..into guys and I think I might be too. Do you maybe wanna do something about that? Together?”

Yeah. Not likely.

And Eddie hasn’t looked at him any different than he ever had before, at least not in the handful of times he’s caught the older teen looking at him across the cafeteria or from down the hall.

Should he just..start flirting and hope for the best? What if he doesn’t like it and decks him for it?

Steve scrubs his face again, this is so much easier with girls.

…And that’s another thing, what about girls? He still likes girls. A lot, actually. So is he even allowed to like Eddie? He reasons it’s at least possible to because he does like Eddie. Wants to date him too, but that’s definitely not allowed.

He’s no closer to figuring out what he’s supposed to do when his watch beeps to life again.

Sighing, he throws his covers off, stands up, and sneaks across the hall to Eddie’s room.

“Eddie..hey! Eddie!” Steve whispers, gently shaking him awake. Eddie’s bangs are sticking straight out from his forehead, the rest of his hair fanned out in a mess below his head, his morning breath already starting to form…how can this be so damn attractive?

“Mmm…Hm?” Eddie’s eyes squint against the low light filtering in from the hallway, “Steve?”

“Hey, how are you feeling? Is your head feeling better?”

Eddie sinks back onto his pillow and lets his eyes fall shut again. “Uhm, it hurts, but less than it did earlier.”

“Good, that’s good.” A split moment of bravery comes over him then. “How about your heart?”

“Still aches,” He slurs sleepily in response.

Steve’s bravery and Eddie’s wakefulness fade with each second, so before they’re both gone, Steve leans forward and presses a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “See you in the morning, Eds.”

-🎸-

When Eddie wakes up the final time the next morning, it’s on his own and from an amazing dream involving an epic battle, injuries, and a healing kiss pressed to his forehead by a soft-haired paladin.

He sits up, already significantly less dizzy than he’d been last night, and chugs down the glass of water Steve must’ve left last time he was up here. 

He gets dressed slowly, grabbing his freshly de-chlorinated Iron Maiden tee and trusty black jeans from the neatly folded pile on the nightstand. 

He’s wondering where his jacket and vest are when the sweet smell of breakfast hits him, “Oh, fuck yeah,” he says aloud to himself like a loser.

Eddie pulls on his socks, mismatched but bundled together anyhow, and steps out into the hall.

Steve’s voice filters up the stairs with a mouthwatering buttermilk smell, “Good morning Mr. Munson, I’m sorry if I woke you.”

What time is it anyway? Eddie winces internally on Steve’s behalf if it’s anytime past 8. 

“My name is Steve Harrington, sir, and I—” Steve sighs, “Yes sir, that Harrington.”

Eddie actually winces this time, halfway down the stairs now.

“No, no no, of course not, no trouble at all Mr. Munson, I’m calling because of Eddie.”

Oof, nope, that’s not gonna help ya, Stevie.

“I didn’t—no, not complaining about—no, he got hurt an–”

Eddie can hear Wayne’s voice through the phone now, even from where he’s stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“I think he might have a concussion and—no, no! I wanted to let you know so you can—”

He decides to save Steve from the Wrath of Wayne and walks around the corner into the kitchen. He holds his hand out for the receiver, and Steve gratefully passes it over, turning back to his waffle maker (a whole-ass waffle maker! Lucky sonofabitch…).

“--And if you don’ tell me righ’ this minute how he got hurt–”

“Calm down, old man, I’m fine. Though I think Steve would’ve denied me waffles if you went on any longer.”

“Theodore Munson, you tell me what’s goin’ on right this second.”

“Whoa! Full name privileges are revoked for you,” He jokes, unable to resist riling up his uncle more. He pulls the cord around the corner and back into the hall, “Wayne, seriously, I’m fine. I just fell into Harrington’s pool a little. No big deal.”

“No big deal huh? Why’n the hell were you concussed in Loch Nora?”

“It’s a long story, but short version is I fell into Harrington’s pool and smacked my head. Steve made sure I was okay, and,” he cringes, “and Hopper might show up on our doorstep in the next couple hours.”

Wayne heaves a long sigh, “Goddammit, boy.”

“It’s all good, I’ll be home soon. I’m gonna pilfer some breakfast and get Steve to drive me home.”

“Wait, wha’happened t’yer van?”

“Okay, bye Wayne! See you soon!”

“Theodore Wayn—”

He breathes a sigh of relief when the phone is back on its cradle.

“Your uncle is scary, man.”

Eddie turns back to Steve’s voice, sitting on the same stool he did last night. Steve passes him a plate with two large golden brown waffles.

“Nah, he’s a big softy. He just worries ‘bout me.” he picks up his fork, digging into the fluffy waffles. They are unfairly good. “Thanks for breakfast, Steve, this is great!”

“You’re welcome man, y’want strawberries?”

They eat quickly, it was later than Eddie thought and Steve has the opening shift at his new-ish job at Starcourt’s ice cream parlor.

“Oh, um.. Ice cream’s good, right?”

Steve grimaces, “I feel like it’ll be very not good after this summer. Plus I have a dumb uniform I have to wear.” he gestures to the backpack he’d grabbed on their way out and tossed in the backseat.

They’re in Steve’s BMW now; his shoes and vest are still kinda damp and he’s gonna have to re-condition his leather jacket after the damn chlorine got to it, but that’s a problem for Future Eddie. “No college for you then? I honestly figured you’d be outta here as soon as you walked across that stage.” 

“I uh, didn’t get in.” Steve says, “Dad decided I should get a job at Scoops to teach me a lesson or something. As if I didn’t feel bad about not living up to his expectations enough already.”

Eddie doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but his silence seems to make Steve nervous. “It’s whatever though, I shouldn’t be dumping this all on you, sorry.”

“Hey man, it’s cool, sounds like King Harrington of Hawkins expected a lot of the Prince.” They’re turning into the Forest Hills trailer park now; Eddie has a fleeting thought about how he’s finally made it to where he’d been heading last night, and something about how a twist of fate (of feet?) diverted him to a whole new course he hadn’t expected, but was glad had happened.

Steve snorts, “Yeah, don’t think he appreciated the Prince parading around pretending to be King prematurely, huh?���

Eddie grins at him as the wheels crunch on the gravel pad outside his home. “A savior and a Prince is better than a King any day.”

He gets a grin in return, then it falls slightly as he glances up at the trailer. “Well, here you are, Munson. It was, uh, weird? But nice to meet you…Officially, anyway” he tacks onto the end, “Just don’t accidentally fall into my pool again.”

“Hmm, I dunno Stevie, it was nice to be pampered.”

Steve’s eyes crinkle up again when he laughs, “How would you rate your visit to Casa Harrington, sir? On a scale of four to five stars?”

“Hmmm.. probably a 4.7 out of five.”

“4.7?! Ouch Eds, that hurts.” Steve clutches a hand to his chest, “After all the waffles and wakeup calls,”

“Hey, I didn’t ask for those wakeup calls.”

“4.7…” he mutters again, shaking his head, “What would’ve given me a full five then?”

“Well you gotta lay off the wakeup calls for starters,” Eddie says, starting to count on his fingers, “More options for toppings at your waffle breakfast bar,”

“You had strawberries and chocolate syrup! What more do you need?!”

Eddie continues on as if he hadn’t heard him. “There was no lifeguard on duty, my towels weren’t warmed up for me, I believe I was promised a True Love’s kiss at some point and never got it, the concierge antagonized my uncle—”

He’s interrupted from his rant by a quick press of something to the corner of his mouth.

He whips his head around and Steve’s face is mere inches from his. There’s a blush high on his cheeks, his eyes are wide (and they’re hazel, how’d he not know that?!), “Did you just—”

“Eddie! Get your ass up here, now.” Wayne calls from the porch, causing them both to jump.

“Better get goin’ Eds.” Steve whispers, swallowing hard.

“Yeah, I–” he glances down at Steve’s lips, he has a few seconds, right? Enough time to—

“Eddie!” Nope.

His eyes stay trained on Steve’s nervous expression while his hand scrambles for the handle. He finally finds it, all but spills out of the car, and closes the door behind him once he’s out fully.

Without any more preamble, Steve backs out of their driveway, and leaves the park.

-🍦-

Steve doesn’t see Eddie for a couple weeks, wasn’t even sure Eddie would want to see him again after that stupid move he pulled, but when he finally does, it’s just before closing on a random Wednesday at Scoops.

“You missed, Harrington!” Eddie calls from the entrance to Scoops. He sounds like he’s out of breath.

“Eddie?”

“You missed!” he walks forward at a normal speed, despite seeming like he’d rushed to get here. He’s also shaking his finger at him, chiding.

“Where’ve you been, man?”

“Had to take care of the whole ‘evading arrest’ thing, but that’s not important. You missed Stevie.”

“Stevie?” he hears Robin mutter in disbelief.

“Missed what? I mean, yeah, I missed you too man, but what—?”

He’s cut off when Eddie finally reaches the counter, grabs his face in both hands, and kisses him square on the mouth.

Robin yelps in surprise, but that is the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. 

Eddie’s lips are chapped, but they slot along Steve’s so easy it makes his head spin.

After forever and no time at all, Eddie pulls back, dropping back to his side of the counter. “There. A real lips to lips kiss. None of that sly cheek shit, Harrington.”

Steve’s still a bit dazed, “Much better than the first one.” He leans closer to Eddie again, lips searching, but he’s held still.

“Whattya mean, ‘the first one’?”

It clears his head a bit, “Uh, the one where I saved your life? Obviously.”

“That doesn’t count!” Eddie’s hands leave his face, and he misses them already.

“It was lips to lips! Isn’t that what you just said?”

“It was CPR, Steven!”

“I can count it as our first kiss if I want to, Edward.” Steve crosses his arms across his chest.

“My name’s not Edwa—”

The long squeal of marker-on-whiteboard cuts him off, and he immediately flushes red.

Oh yeah, Robin…aw fuck.

He turns slowly to the window behind the counter; a single tally mark has been drawn into the left side of Robin’s YOU RULE / YOU SUCK board.

She caps the marker, sets it down, smirks, and says “Congratulations, Dingus.”

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The Dr Dolittle incident as a meme (Dimension 20's Unsleeping City)

In Dimension 20's Unsleeping City season 1, Zac Oyama and Ally Beardsley famously got derailed during a scene by a minor reference to the Eddie Murphy movie remix of Dr Dolittle, and it triggers them thinking about an entirely different Eddie Murphy movie remix, and the two of them absolutely crack up and it's hilarious. This incident has since been discussed by the cast in Dimension 20's Adventuring Party, in an episode of the A Crown of Candy season of Adventuring Party.

I have simply put these screenshots together in one place because I couldn't find them as images or put together as a meme anywhere on the internet, and that tickled my brain painfully until I made this post. Full credit to cutting these clips together for us to the Dimemesion 20 Critposting account on YouTube. Simply amazing - thank you for your service. See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iECKMUxQgqo for the full video.

In order, here's how the hilarity went down:

And now I'm crying with laughter, too.

Thank you, Dimension 20, for creating a fandom I love and enjoy so much.

Thank you, Ally and Zac. I love your wild and beautiful brains.

And thank you again, Dimemesion 20 Critposting, for helping me to relive this moment in its full glory.

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hey all what would you do if someone is homophobic or transphobic and racist to venture?

Ana: I'd put them to sleep. They often say lack of rest creates a bad temper.

Ashe: Always like to keep my aim sharp fer just an occasion.

Baptiste: They call me a combat medic for a reason.

Bastion: Baw, Vree! >:(

Brigitte: Have you ever heard my catchphrase: Mace to the face!

Cassidy: They should know I've got my dead-eye on them.

D.Va: I've grown up on the Internet, so I'd flame them back to the 4Chan hole they crawled out of!

Doomfist: I am always ready for combat.

Echo: Discrimination perplexes me. My observations indicate it does nothing but hurt humans, yet they inflict it apon each other, anyway. Strange.

Genji: Have you heard of what my brother did to me? ...That.

Hanzo: Have you heard of what I did to my brother? ...That.

Illiari: Let's just say they live to regret it.

Junker Queen: Throw 'em in the pit!

Junkrat: I always need an excuse to test out me experimental explosives.

Juno: Why would anyone think of doing that? It's so cruel!

Kiriko: Sometimes, I feel like being descriminatory back, see how they like it.

...Maybe not.

Lifeweaver: Life protects life. All life.

Lúcio: Boop!

Mauga: Hehehehehe... just imagining it.

Mei: I think they'd need some time to cool off.

Mercy: You know, I'm sometimes known as 'Battle Mercy.'

Moira: I would have to study how a brain as unintelligent as theirs can still function.

Orisa: I'd like to see them say that with me around!

Pharah: We'll hear what they have to say when I kick their ass!

Ramattra: Those pathetic humans will rule the day they dared open their mouth.

Reaper: ...This account would get banned if I said.

Reinhardt: I'd like to see them try!

Roadhog: Arson.

Sigma: Such a small little ant, it would be a shame if gravity were to crush you with its weight.

Sojourn: Y'know Murphy is technically a guard dog? You just need to let 'em loose.

Soldier 76: I've heard it all before, so I'd have a few words of my own.

Sombra: Someone like that always has some serious skeletons in their closet.

Symettra: It's not worth stooping to their level.

Torbjörn: I may be small, but I have a big mouth!

Tracer: I'd run back in time and stop them before they even have the chance.

Widowmaker: A shot to the head solves all of my problems.

Winston: ...They wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Wrecking Ball: The hampster says words too vulgar to repeat.

Zarya: I'm a proffessional weightlifter, I love showing off what my muscles can do!

Zenyatta: We are all one within the Iris, so they are foolish for othering who are ultimately our siblings.

Venture: You guys! These are the nicest things I've ever heard in my life!

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I've got Milo's World on the brain. I know I'm not alone in saying its such a good episode of Milo. It brilliantly highlights our main cast and how they perceive Milo and handle Murphy's Law. If there is any episode that I'd say gets across who the character's are its that one.

Neal is someone who doesn't know Milo very well yet, but wants to learn more. Milo's the little brother of the girl he likes, and him and his condition are important to Sara (and informs who she is). Neal's a nice guy, if a little unaccustomed to it like everyone else is (not unlike Zack in the first few episodes), whose finding out about Murphy's Law as someone who wants to get used to it being in his life. He's going into this knowing full well it's possible to deal with, has seen what it's capable of, but whose first experience with it was largely positive.

So it's fitting that as the second newest to all this Zack shares his perspective. All things considered Zack answers the question directly just with a little embellishment. How does Milo handle Murphy's Law? He handle's it with the power of his backpack. Zack's assessment of Milo as a Wizard is pretty accurate all things considered. He says he's a Wizard "without all the wizardy stuff" and when describing him, basically just focuses on that he's got a backpack that holds everything. And by all accounts, cartoon logic is fully in play and he holds stuff that shouldn't be held in there. It is literally a bag of holding. He's not wrong. He also uses Wizardy in the sense of someone who takes a wide variety of mundane supplies to work wonders. Melissa, asserts that a Wizard without the wizard stuff, isn't really a wizard it literally is just Milo, which I think demonstrates how literal and close to reality Zack's interpretation is. Zack's just describing Milo but he's using particularly flowery language (which matches his character mind you). Sara also backs him up later on the wizardy thing, without even known about what Zack had said. While first she just shares her assessment that Milo is just a person, he's just got a condition, and a particular personality type. She finishes it up with the potential of him being magic. It's clear she's not saying that to be taken seriously. But she does acknowledge him as impressive. But Milo describes her with that same language, for doing the same kind of thing that he's doing. And she accepts the descriptor and returns it. Showing that the use of that sort of supernatural descriptions applied to him, at least coming from his family and friends, is not very othering, but rather a form of praise. He's impressive, because he does that as he is. Not because he has any sort of power.

Melissa's assessment of Milo being a robot, while untrue, does demonstrate an understanding, if exaggerated, about how Milo lives. He's familiar with things due to experience, and is able to come up with solutions due to experience (the very first episode highlights how Milo's experiences inform his solutions, when he has the route memorized because it has happened before. I also think the Llama incident). He is a bit more physically capable than the average person, due to all the near death experiences, and due to those experiences is quick to notice problems and act, which could make him seem more like a robot. But even if she thought Milo might be a robot, she doesn't seem to have every dehumanized him for that (which tracks considering she and all the kids see CIDD as a person). It's another piece of Melissa's story, from cautiously curious about Milo, to thinking he's the coolest, to wanting to help him deal with Murphy's Law, to understanding its a part of who he is… and maybe taking advantage of it as it. But despite her understanding being relatively close to reality to begin with all things considered, by the present, she immediately agrees with Bradley that thinking he was a robot was ridiculous, (and in the next episode vehemently emphasizes that he isn't a robot to Doof). She may have started with a viewpoint of seeing him as something other, but cool and worthy of friendship, but has grown to recognize him as her best friend, a kid just like her whose just as worthy as teasing too. Even her wildest ideas of who Milo is aren't far off, and she knows that understanding is wrong. She contentiously emphasizes how ridiculous everyone's stories are and tries to shut them down. Not that far off from Sara, whose brief description of Milo focused on him being like everyone else. Highlighting how well Melissa knows Milo, and understanding that rivals his family.

Bradley is the perfect character to counter Neal's genuine desire to understand Milo with a misleading story about who Milo is, describing him as a villain. I reiterates the perspective Bradley has on Milo and his role as Milo's psuedo-foil. Bradley believes that Milo's an attention hog who takes all the attention away from him. He describes Milo with the worst possible language. Villain instead of show off or attention hog. And it's not that he's wrong… technically in the sense that all Milo does is clean up the messes he caused (even if it's more complicated than that), and doesn't get punished and even gets praised for it some times. That said, I do want to be clear that it still kind sucks to be Milo to have to clean up the messes that he doesn't directly cause. And people are rude to him about it. It's just Bradley who mostly sees him at school surrounded by generally accommodating classmates and staff (and also refuses to acknowledge truth's unless it fits his viewpoint) doesn't see that. But ultimately he doesn't describe Milo to be doing anything he isn't he just phrases it in a way that makes Milo seem bad. It foils Zack's (and later Sara's) description of Milo as a wizard, not in the sense they believe him to be more than what he is but that they apply positive language to him because they see him in a positive light. It's only fitting that Sara shows up around this time to mildly put Bradley in his place. Sara who knows Murphy's Law as a force, not something tied only to Milo and whose probably spent her life causally shutting down people needlessly rude to her family. Side note: Sara knows Bradley and his personal Milo beef, but generally speaking, she along with everyone else doesn't care enough about Bradley to really take his beef with Milo seriously just, calling him petty and ignoring his feelings. Which ironically the dismissal of his importance is exactly the beef that he has with Milo being the center of attention. (Even if they're dumb… like Carla… probably says something that he got that attached to something that literally couldn't reciprocate his attention.)

Anyway too much Bradley. Mort's Mort (has his head in the clouds and is big into spirituality), who does generally like Milo. But also doesn't really have a lot to say about how he thinks he lives his life. (Though we do see him dismissing Murphy's Law to blame for things going wrong blaming a blocked chakra instead... self centered but in a positive way?) And Chad's Chad. Dramatic, easily manipulated a fan of conspiracies who does. We see Chad spend a lot of time conspiring about Mr. Drako, more than anyone in class. So it does reason that he thinks about Milo too. But, it does show that rather than actually getting to know Milo, he comes up with conspiracies and explanations not based in truth. It is especially egregious. While Chad doesn't dislike Milo, and generally sees him as a person, he's the only one to straight up get facts about how Milo lives wrong, the only one to deny the existence of Murphy's Law instead of simply taking Milo's word for it. He comes up with a conspiracy about Milo's backpack with exactly NO evidence. Something that Zack and Melissa never really questioned, and that they (and we the audience) actually do know the real story behind. Chad is like Bradley in focusing on what information fits what he wants to be true, rather than actually getting to know Milo. (Also bigfoot continues to be of dubious canonicity, never actually appears despite things like Klimpaloon and Santa existing, has an episode dedicated to him. Apparently has a cousin who lives in the tri-state area (but that's dubious for a couple reasons).

Sara doesn't really have a story about Milo. She commentates on Bradley's, dismissing him and providing some insight into Milo's genuine perspective (the idea of cleaning down). Clarifies that Milo is just an ordinary kid (like how Melissa's been shutting down all the unusual stories), and backs up Zack's description of him as a Wizard. She also demonstrates an understanding of Murphy's Law by helping him out with it herself, even if he was supposed to be helping her. To her, Milo isn't "Milo the great" or "Milo the villain" or "Milo who sees dead people", but Milo her "little bro". They're siblings who are alike where it counts. They're both wizardy. Murphy's Law, while manifesting differently in their lives, colors both of them and isn't what makes him unique, so much as how he handles it. Milo is a whole person, and at no point in her life would she have mentally broken him down into such a box, no matter how fancy the box.

It's also interesting how NONE of the stories account for the fact Murphy's Law is a genetic condition, passed from father to son, despite all of them having met Martin (except Neal). None of them account for the fact that Milo isn't alone in this. Chad doesn't bring up how Martin might also see dead people. Bradley doesn't take any time to villainize Martin, or view Martin as an example of someone who has Murphy's Law but isn't a villain. Because he doesn't deal with him. Milo's life beyond what they see, beyond what effects them, might as well not exist to them. Melissa's robot thing wouldn't make any sense but she admitted as such. And Sara just brushed of the question, and Zack was just being dramatic in answering Neal's question by likening how Milo handle's Murphy's Law to an RPG but wasn't literal.

Milo showing up in the end. Just doing his thing same as always, not as a Wizard, or Robot, or a schemer, or a exorcist. Just being himself, and impressive for who is is, not what the coolest explanation is.

Also the last viewpoint shows the most important thing that Milo is. Diogee's treat dispenser/go home orderer.

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Interesting Papers for Week 23, 2024

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Learning efficient representations of environmental priors in working memory. Eissa, T. L., & Kilpatrick, Z. P. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011622.

Bayesian accounts of perceptual decisions in the nonclinical continuum of psychosis: Greater imprecision in both top-down and bottom-up processes. Goodwin, I., Kugel, J., Hester, R., & Garrido, M. I. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011670.

Rhythmic modulation of prediction errors: A top-down gating role for the beta-range in speech processing. Hovsepyan, S., Olasagasti, I., & Giraud, A.-L. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011595.

Distributed Coding of Evidence Accumulation across the Mouse Brain Using Microcircuits with a Diversity of Timescales. Imani, E., Radkani, S., Hashemi, A., Harati, A., Pourreza, H., & Moazami Goudarzi, M. (2023). ENeuro, 10(11), ENEURO.0282-23.2023.

Hopfield-like network with complementary encodings of memories. Kang, L., & Toyoizumi, T. (2023). Physical Review E, 108(5), 054410.

Parametric information about eye movements is sent to the ears. Lovich, S. N., King, C. D., Murphy, D. L. K., Landrum, R. E., Shera, C. A., & Groh, J. M. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(48), e2303562120.

A Somatosensory Computation That Unifies Limbs and Tools. Miller, L. E., Fabio, C., de Vignemont, F., Roy, A., Medendorp, W. P., & Farnè, A. (2023). ENeuro, 10(11), ENEURO.0095-23.2023.

The Structure of Hippocampal CA1 Interactions Optimizes Spatial Coding across Experience. Nardin, M., Csicsvari, J., Tkačik, G., & Savin, C. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(48), 8140–8156.

Misidentifying illuminant changes in natural scenes due to failures in relational colour constancy. Nascimento, S. M. C., & Foster, D. H. (2023). Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 290(2011).

The microstructure of intra- and interpersonal coordination. Nazzaro, G., Emanuele, M., Laroche, J., Esposto, C., Fadiga, L., D’Ausilio, A., & Tomassini, A. (2023). Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 290(2011).

Algebraic approach to spike-time neural codes in the hippocampus. Pasini, F. W., Busch, A. N., Mináč, J., Padmanabhan, K., & Muller, L. (2023). Physical Review E, 108(5), 054404.

Subsecond fluctuations in extracellular dopamine encode reward and punishment prediction errors in humans. Sands, L. P., Jiang, A., Liebenow, B., DiMarco, E., Laxton, A. W., Tatter, S. B., … Kishida, K. T. (2023). Science Advances, 9(48).

Abstract cognitive maps of social network structure aid adaptive inference. Son, J.-Y., Bhandari, A., & FeldmanHall, O. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(47), e2310801120.

Optimal information loading into working memory explains dynamic coding in the prefrontal cortex. Stroud, J. P., Watanabe, K., Suzuki, T., Stokes, M. G., & Lengyel, M. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(48), e2307991120.

Decoding working memory information from neurons with and without persistent activity in the primate prefrontal cortex. Thrower, L., Dang, W., Jaffe, R. G., Sun, J. D., & Constantinidis, C. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 130(6), 1392–1402.

Architecture of the brain’s visual system enhances network stability and performance through layers, delays, and feedback. Velarde, O. M., Makse, H. A., & Parra, L. C. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011078.

Information-theoretic analyses of neural data to minimize the effect of researchers’ assumptions in predictive coding studies. Wollstadt, P., Rathbun, D. L., Usrey, W. M., Bastos, A. M., Lindner, M., Priesemann, V., & Wibral, M. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011567.

Interaction between decision-making and motor learning when selecting reach targets in the presence of bias and noise. Zhu, T., Gallivan, J. P., Wolpert, D. M., & Flanagan, J. R. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(11), e1011596.

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Headcanon dump when

you’ve made a grave mistake. media analysis is one of my special interests and i’m also a lifelong writer so this will definitely start to get incomprehensibly ranty (warning i literally gave like an essay length explanation of how i would rewrite heinz’ story in mml s2 and this whole thing devolves away from the question very quickly)

1. my funniest one and most out of pocket one i like to bring up is that i think doofenshmirtz is such a whore imo. an absolute harlot. i think he gets around. not like people are attracted to him or find him charming (he is NOT) but he will have been with everyone in the room, like, at least once. particularly the love muffin scientists, especially rodney, and he and monogram DEFINITELY were together at some point

2. on the monogram thing, i figured monogram “experimented” at one point before doof was an owca threat and dated heinz for a short period of time and that’s why they call eachother by their first names and are so familiar with eachother (heinz probably turned him from bi-curious to homophobic very quickly). i just think the idea is hilarious

3. obviously, heinz is transgender and so is perry, that’s a given. and as mentioned one of my previous posts, 2d doof is a karen archetype and your conservative aunt at thanksgiving dinner (you decide if he’s actually cishet or if he’s like blaire white)

4. less of a headcanon and more of an “i wish this happened”, i think monty and vanessa should have stayed together and i don’t like ferbnessa much but that’s also a pretty popular take. i like the perryshmirtz parallels what can i say. also this pairs very funnily with my first and second headcanons

5. buford and bajeet are qpps (they don’t know what that is but they are). ginger is supportive

6. another obvious one, i think pretty much everyone is neurodivergent because of course they are. to get specific on the ones i feel strongest about, heinz has audhd, perry is low-empathy autistic, the rest of the flynn-fletcher family besides linda are autistic, milo is autistic, cavendish is autistic, and dakota has adhd. thank you for listening to my ted talk. i’m actually.. 👉👈 writing my first ever fic, focused around how heinz and perry communicate with their contrasting neurodivergence that will be up on this account once i finally post it to ao3, and that goes a lot more in depth

7. this is actually something i feel differs a bit from most headcanons i see. my take is that norm initially (throughout most of pnf) does not see perry as a father figure at all and only tries to get that from doof, and is also jealous that perry gets all his attention, so kind of actively dislikes him. he also hasn’t made the connection that anyone other than heinz could fulfill that role for him, because in his robot brain, he will take father in the most literal definition, like they have to be directly responsible for creating you. and not something more complex and nuanced like it actually is because he’s a robot and he’s not gonna get that right away. but i feel like over time, he’d begin to realize those nuances, and start to accept perry as family, and get much more out of him as a father figure than heinz. especially since (unless it’s a human au) they would have similarly complicated relationships with not being human but also being fully sentient.

that was a long one and i still don’t feel like i covered all of it but maybe i’ll do a fic about that one too one day 💔

8. i don’t know, as i am writing this sentence, how explosive i will get with my details on this one, but my favorite proposed future for heinz is both a mix between doof 101 and act your age. so an open secret between my friends and i is that although i love both seasons of milo murphy’s law, i really. really. dislike the whole professor time thing. don’t get me wrong, i would keep the whole reveal and not change anything about the season 1 finale.

but, if i, alister r. zamir, were personally hired by dan povenmire and swampy marsh to write the continuation of said finale, i would make everyone including the audience think he’s professor time but have that be a RED HERRING and not ACTUALLY have him be professor time because i think that’s REALLY BAD!! (maybe make it sara or cavendish or even phineas and ferb since they already did that)

the reason why i, the new writer of milo murphy’s law season 2, think this sucks, is because heinz has spent his whole life trying to live up to the expectations of others, and in the shadow of others and is always striving for unreachable goals to substantiate his self worth. it’s like his whole character, it’s his whole thing, this is his canon ass story, so to just throoooww in that whole professor time thing VALIDATES this behavior and encourages him to keep holding himself at an unnecessarily high standard, PLUS the fate of the world is kind of in his hands now, so that’s FINE. AND IM FINE ABOUT IT AND IM NOT MAD. YOU ARE.

so coming back to doof 101 and act your age, particularly act your age (which i also don’t like as an episode but that’s another story), as somebody who suffers from The Serious Illnesses of the Mental Variety, heinz being able to move on, adjust his expectations, and not be doing great or amazing or rule the tristate whatever and just be fine with doing alright, is super meaningful and relatable to me

so i think they should have just stuck with that. i like the phineas and ferb characters included in mml and like i said id keep a lot of it, but i’d save all the heinz arc stuff for phineas and ferb exclusively cause i love the perry funding professor time thing and that whole deal is cute but also i hate it. because it’s so rushed. and everything with his development feels so out of place. and wrong. and it makes me throw a tantrum.

not to mention, but i WILL, how heinz is completely justified about being upset and falling into depression because of this whole ordeal, and they sorttt of treat it like he’s justified? but they also make him unbearably annoying and we as an audience are justifiably unsympathetic to that and it seems like you want me to feel bad for him sometimes but also hate his guts, which could have been an interesting conundrum ig, but even though i love milo murphy’s law, it’s character writing is farrr from strong enough to get any kind of interesting story or arc out of that

so like, in conclusion, dwampy, hire me, i will work for pennies

alright that’s not all of them but i’ve been writing for 20 minutes and my fingers hurt thank you very much for asking me i needed to get these out of my system

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Movie Review | Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F (Molloy, 2024)

Listen, I was always gonna be an easy mark for this. You could play "Axel F" over a slideshow of Eddie Murphy's career and I'd be having a good time. And this is definitely heavy on the fan service. Within the first ten minutes, you've not only gotten the classic theme, but also "The Heat is On" AND "Shakedown". I was barking like Pavlov's dog. You have not just Axel Foley, but Rosewood, Taggart, whoever Paul Reiser played, and even Serge. And aside from Murphy... time comes for us all. To be honest, Judge Reinhold and John Ashton probably look a lot worse than they actually should because of their terrible dye jobs. You know who look good in this? Reiser and Bronson Pinchot, because they let their hair go grey. They understand the winds of time cannot be reversed, only accepted. There's enough shtick from all the boys here that it surpasses the meager expectations of a long gap fan service sequel. Ashton definitely has "day trip from the retirement home" energy, but I was hooting and hollering when Reinhold picked up an AK. "You can never have too much firepower."

But those without Beverly Hills Brain Damage might appreciate the modest amount of effort that went into this. This is definitely a streaming original and doesn't play at too high an energy level, but it's usually closer to "real movie" than "SNL parody" or "commercial homage to classic film". (One exception is the Nasim Pedrad scene, which plays closer to The Other Guys than authentic Beverly Hills Cop.) While only the second film is really satisfying as an action movie, the action here is directed with some visual flair. And most importantly, Murphy might operating at no more than 50%, but the fact that he's putting in effort when he so frequently does not means that this is worth some attention for fans of one of our great comedic talents. Much better than the "no more jokes" bullshit of the third movie.

I will say that this one's release date is definitely not coincidental, as it feels designed to live on as something that autoplays after you finish one of the recent Bad Boys sequels. It's got the same digital magic hour look, and even the same composer in Lorne Balfe, this time riffing on Harold Faltemeyer instead of Mark Mancina. And it's even got the same bullshit with the younger generation. Joseph Gordon-Levitt used to headline movies, and now he's stuck playing this movie's version of AMMO. To be honest, he actually plays pretty well off Murphy, and their scenes together are a lot more enjoyable than the boring ass father-daughter bonding scenes Murphy has with Taylour Paige. I understand Murphy is big on family these days, but he has a family in real life. So keep that shit at home. If I'm watching Beverly Hills Cop, I want nonstop laffs.

And on one last note, I appreciate that this didn't try too hard to modernize the formula, although the sudden concern Foley shows for police accountability and corruption is pretty rich given how blatantly he misused department funds and straight up took a bribe in the second movie, on top all the usual rule breaking he gets up to in all of them.

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'Imagine, if you will, living in the year 2016 and not knowing what the acronym “OMG” stands for. Better yet, picture living in 2023 and earnestly asking the question: “What's a meme?”. Well, you would be Cillian Murphy.

Murphy is currently on the promo trail for Oppenheimer, a rare mass press outing for the notoriously low-key actor whose occasions of visible happiness at having to be out of the house can be counted on one hand. The massive global campaign for the Christopher Nolan film, where Murphy plays the father of the atomic bomb, J. Robert Oppenheimer, has naturally involved an endless stream of junket interviews. Murphy, however, is having none of it.

In one particular instance that's now going viral (not that he'd know what that means), his co-star, Robert Downey Jr, uploaded a video while walking through an event in Paris filled with the cast of Oppenheimer. When he lands on Murphy, his hand shoots up almost instinctively to cover the camera, barely looking away from the conversation he's having. Not today, sir.

Murphy's anti-internet agenda has been making the rounds of late, ironically, on the internet. An interview at the start of the year for his film The Party, where he revealed that he had never seen the classic ‘disappointed Cillian’ meme because he doesn't even know what a meme is prompted a wave of internet celeb interview archivists to comb through the records of his longstanding rage against the machine. In the same press run with Jamie Dornan, where he didn't realise that ‘OMG’ stood for ‘Oh my God’, he also revealed he doesn't use emojis. Naturally, he doesn't have social media of any kind. It's not worth imagining how he'd respond to having a TikTok video painstakingly described to him.

But let's face it, Cillian Murphy has got it right. The peace of a man who's never had to waste energy thinking about how to burn Elon Musk on Twitter is a hard won thing. He's probably never heard the “ATTENZIONE PICKPOCKET” lady or seen those videos of bottles of olive oil being kicked downstairs. He just rawdogs Succession, blissfully unaware of stan accounts calling Kendall Roy their babygirl. The inside of his head must be like a laundry advert – all green fields, lambs and nobody “serving cunt.”

At every turn, the internet is telling us to log off. Twitter is becoming more unbearable by the day, its users like marionettes battling rate limits, blue badges and terfs. Elsewhere, Meta has asked us to download another app to share our same thoughts on a different platform. One that looks exactly like the other platform but isn't that platform, don't worry. All the while, TikTok is sucking our brains dry of its juices like a sponge.

What if we all just… logged off? Wouldn't that be nice? What if we take a leaf out of Murphy's book and untethered ourselves from the shackles of the digital world and allow ourselves to simply exist. That seems quite nice. Maybe then, one day, we too can look blank-faced at someone as they describe something on the internet and say, with all sincerity, “What is that?”'

[brunhielda]

Because this has become THAT account:

I am 33 years old and just watched “Beverly Hills Cop” for the first time- I think it broke my brain.

Ok- so I watched Beverly Hills Cop II, and missed some of the beginning. I watched because my dad had it on while I was grabbing dinner, and I got pulled in.

1) How did I not know that was the theme to Beverly Hills Cop? I have heard that all over the internet since its infancy and had no clue. It just goes to show what I always say- a good piece of music will outlive the movie it was written for, and many iconic favorites are made for films.

2) Oof. This movie could NOT be made today. That is an officer of the law consistently breaking the law and skirting morality. The sexism ain’t great either.

That said- he never broke laws to physically hurt people. In fact, the film continually compared his method of talking his way in and out of things with the “bad guys” who shot up rooms full of people when they already had cover stories and could have been in and out with few to no questions asked.

No one put hands on women. They gawked at them, made a few rude comments. Our hero did have a creepy pick up line about shaving long legs. But for the 80s, I recognize that no one put hands on women- not even the bad guys. The heroes also had a female helper who was never sexualized at all and had crucial info. So… you get a “less creepy than you could be” pass 🤷🏻‍♀️

All that said, I really do understand the appeal. I got sucked in after all. Which brings me to 3 & 4.

3) This is going to make the male fans of this movie mad and the female fans giggle.

That was an R rated little boy adventure story along the lines of Goonies. As someone who regularly tries to convince people to enjoy more children’s literature, I am not complaining. I am saying they snuck it in there really well.

The humor was all stuff you would expect a 12-13 yr old to crack, including the sex jokes.

One of the most fun parts of the film was the somewhat quiet nerdy one slowly become more weapon obsessed and getting gleeful over pistols and rocket launchers. The punchline being is the correct personality types to actually read the instructions to be able to USE the rocket launcher when they needed it.

Which brings me to the biggest point here- our main trio is the exact personality profile one would expect in a “kids on bikes” storyline. Which is highlighted in their middle of the night raid on the shooting range. Our main hero- the “cool” one with all the best plans and sneaky skills, in a sports jacket and tennis shoes. Our excited “nerdy” one who just wants to be involved in the “cool guy’s” shenanigans is in a grey hoody. And then, the sarge- the character with money and reputation to lose but has been dragged along for moral reasons, dressed up in a sports coat and snappy polo like the rich kid dressed by his mom. I will add this is the character who is a little tubby and keeps pointing out that they are all going to be “in so much trouble.”

Like- remove the authority as cops and age them down to 13 and it would be the same movie. In the 80s, they would even have let them have guns by the end of film.

Then Murphy sells it with his absolute child like joy at getting away with all this crap.

This film revels in all the little boy dreams of solving the mystery, blowing shit up, getting to see pretty girls, and saving the day. Good for them.

4) Eddie Murphy is playing Bugs Bunny as a Cop.

This is the part that broke my brain.

I’m good with the chaotic “talk your ways past everyone” shenanigans. It was well done, and what sucked me in. Even while acknowledging how problematic it is, you cheer for him. You can’t help it. He has charm.

The fact that he pulled it off without any costume changes was impressive. I would have expected coat changed and fake mustaches. Nope. Just chatter.

It’s the cop part that is messing with me.

The type of character he is playing here is the “chaotic hero.” This is the sort of hero that comes along to break unjust systems and reorder everything by being so out of left field no one can predict them.

This is Robinhood. This is Vishnu. This is Scarlet Pimpernel. This is Zorro.

The pattern here is- these guys are from the position of power, use or reject it in some way, then destroy things as your everyday man or straight up criminal.

If you are talking even more chaotic, we come across Ananzi, Loki, Coyote, and Bugs Bunny. These guys aren’t always good. They are chaotic neutral who occasionally find themselves being heroes in a specific situation- not to do the right thing, but because it is fun to mess with the blow hard bad guy.

Now we come to Axel.

He is conning his friends into dangerous situations, steamrolling his boss at taxpayer expense, and laughing at other’s justified fears. He breaks the law consistently. Is he a bad guy? He backs up his friend who needs help, never takes anything to keep, and seems to make sure to pay back everyone who has been inconvenienced with political praise, favors they really like, or straight up cash. Is he the good guy?

He is NOT Robinhood or Zorro. There is no moral mission. He also does not come from a place of power that he leaves behind. He pulled himself out of a place of poverty to gain the power he needed to pull off this nonsense with impunity.

He is neutral chaos with a streak of loyalty, well wishes, and simplistic gleeful fun. He is, in fact, a cartoon.

In our minds that does not fit in with the authority of the police force. Neither does he.

He flashes his badge around, but often not to be a “cop” but to be “health inspector” or “building manager” or whatever else he needs at the moment.

He is consistently at odds with the chief of police and if he thinks you are terrible at your job he will ruin you, slowly and painfully. The chief in this film dug his own grave one step at a time and you wonder “did he plan it? Was it improved? What just happened?”

Now that I type this out, the closest character I have to this is Jack Sparrow. Again, but necessity of personality, Sparrow is a PIRATE.

The best thing you can say about Axel being a cop is that he seems to be slowly cleaning it out from the inside. The reverse Robinhood- he went up to the power structure to show them a thing or two about how it ought to be done. 😂

They make a point of all the cops who work with him slowly becoming more like him and becoming better at thier jobs, happier in thier lives, and generally better off for having met him. I suppose he works, even in this system of power, because he never FEELS like he is a part of it. He is a force, sweeping through, and sweeping back out.

He is less a chaotic hero, and more a chaos god. Sparrow was similar until they brought him down to earth in movie 4.

Speaking of which- I got all this from exactly one film. There are like what- 3 of these with another on the way? I cannot be the only person who saw this. Tell me someone somewhere did a full deep dive academic analysis on this character as a “trickster god” type. It was done too well.

Also realizing I started this by saying the film couldn’t be made today, and they are going to try. That will be a train wreck. I must go see it. 😈

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Bucky X Reader

#1: After losing his arm in a car accident, Bucky Barnes struggles with every day tasks but after already having some hired help, he refuses to get more. Natasha however, isn't having any of it and goes out of her way to hire him a private chef.

#2: I don't like tea and other lies Bucky tells himself.

Bucky wakes up in a strangers house after passing out on their doorstep after a particularly bad fight. He is resistant to their help but this stranger isn't having it and takes it upon themselves to get his stubborn ass back to the Avengers Tower

#3: This is not a safehouse.

The mission goes horridly wrong to no-one's surprise and the safehouse is destroyed. Steve and Bucky follow Natasha to another safehouse, except that it's not and now it's time to meet Natasha's "old friend".

#4: Lessons in apologies and being a disaster by Bucky Barnes

Being a superhero is hard and Bucky can't catch a break, he's just trying to get by and start enjoying his life. But a tense encounter with a person he mistakes as a reporter makes his relationship with his new neighbour all the more strenuous that it has to be. It's Sam to the rescue.

#5 An egg for a brain. (I fucking love this one and do intend to continue it.)

Bucky is well versed with Murphy's Law but this is one of those times he thinks the world is just out to get him. An accident causes Bucky to lose all his memories except for those from before World War 2. Steve is the only person he knows, he's lost in a modern world that he dreamt of living in, is struggling with the fact he can't remember shit about who he is (everyone is quick to chime in though) and to top it off, he can't seem to face the woman he fell in love with.

#6: A Serious Problem

It's Tuesday and portals open above New York. Again. The first on the scene is not the Avengers or even any of the other local crime-fighting vigilantes. The first person appears seemingly out of nowhere, brandishing rebar and a fiery attitude. Of all people, it's Spider-Man who they say hi to while sprinting past covered in alien blood.

Stucky - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (my beloved ship omg)

#1: Shit My Soulmate Listens To (The story of how Steve Rogers loses his mind, just a little. (Another one I intend to finish cos it's gonna be so good).

It's not that Steve is a snob. Really, he isn't. It's just that he has good taste. And his Soulmate certainly does not. And he swears if he has to hear the same damn song one more time, he's going to punch someone.

#2 Becoming (My post-endgame somewhat fix-it that finally tackles the abandonment of Bucky by Steve).

This is a story about heartbreak, grief, healing and self-discovery. Bucky knew that Steve wasn't returning after he put the stones back, but that didn't stop it from it hitting him like a truck. He takes a break from being a superhero, learns to be Bucky Barnes again and learns that some endings are actually beginnings.

#3: Doom. Or how Bucky Barnes got fucked over, lost an arm, went to Hell and came back laughing. (A Marvel and Doom video game crossover)

Bucky Barnes has been imprisoned on the Mars UAC facility after defying his CO. He's not imprisoned though, he's a fucking test subject for a squirrely scientist named Arnim Zola whose didn't stop to think about the consequences of messing with Argent energy. After a mysterious explosion destroys the facility and leads to the worst infestation known to man, SHIELD sends the Avengers, a Rapid Response Tactical Squad led by Steve Rogers to gather intel and lock down the facility.

#4: A roommate AU

Bucky responds to Steve's ad for a new roommate. It turns out food isn't just good for the soul but a fast track to the heart of the hottest man Bucky has ever met.

#5: Atlas Shrugged

All eyes are on Steve who frankly does not give a shit. His eyes instead are on the shield, the gaudy thing they insist is his and expect him to pick back up again even thought he doesn't remember a thing about why he picked it up in the first place. Bucky says it was because he's an idiot and never knows what's good for him. But Bucky is the only one who is against him picking it up again.

"It's not your job." Bucky had said one night when they both couldn't sleep. His metal hand nursing the bottle of Vodka while he looked downright miserable.

Undecided Ship

#1: A Marvel and Fallout crossover, staring all the Avengers but my main man, Bucky Barnes

The second the platform stops moving, Bucky’s knees buckle and he drops to the ground hard and grasps at his chest. Just like the platform, his breathing has all but stopped, panic setting in.

He gasps and gulps and tears flow quick. In all his years he has never felt desperation and grief as he does right now. All he hears are his own choked sobs on top of the silent hill and it scares him how silent everything is. Anywhere he looks there are signs of death and destruction despite the regrowing nature. Skeletons litter the ground, all the families he had passed on his way to the Vault all those years ago, and all the workers, even the Vault-Tec guy.

Instead of standing, Bucky scrambles over to the dirt around the platform, searching desperately for any signs of footprints, of life.

There are none.

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✅️Well. First I just want to let everyrbody know that today is Chris Murphy's birthday🧍‍♂️💖

✅️I never doubted he would live another year. That sounds so suspicious what the heck🌈🦋

️✅️I just mean Chris Murphy is eternal. I really really mean he did🤩🤟

So silly. So its just cracking it up. Chris of Sloan is responsible for so many awesome songs such as Coax Me as featured in my video that I made. Hi mom and adad. And he has the best Lou Reed impression in all of Sloan. Oh btw if you Chris is in the rock combo Sloan. Rock. combo COMBO!!!!!! I MEANT COMBO! And all he ever dreamed of was to make people laugh. And they didn't laugh. And in turn heis dream chang3d to be to make people not laugh. So that he can laugh. Just like they did on Mike Bullard. Just like they did on that show Mike Bullard. Hapoy birthday Chris you changed music and my brain chemsitry forever.

And to the person who just followed this account. On this awesome or prec we inf preceding the celebetations. Whay what is your favorite sloan song.

[theuniverseawakens347]

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[2024patriot]

The Party Starts Today

August 18, 2024

The real show, the Democrat Convention in Chicago, begins today/

My question about the Kamala team surviving the Democrat Convention resulted in many responses, virtually all believing that her team would endure. What was interesting was that a few people had concerns about Walz surviving the convention; they worried that his teaming up with Kamala has produced too liberal of a ticket.

The comedy team on the Babylon Bee posted a story that Tim Walz, after two weeks with Kamala, signed back in to the national guard and requested immediate redeployment to Iraq. Rumors over the last three years tell that she’s a very hard person to work with.

One thing that we know for sure is that the democrat’s convention will be a hate-fest for DJT; it is getting worse than I thought.  On Wednesday, David Frum compared Donald Trump to murderer Charles Manson.  This was reported by the Media Research Center’s Newsbuster’s site: 

“The Trump = Hitler analogy is getting old. We've been in desperate need of some fresh material! How jejune. 

Unsurprisingly, Trump-loathing journalist David Frum appeared on CNN This Morning today to supply it. 

Frum dug up, and approvingly quoted, this line from Republican consultant Mike Murphy -- or to be completely up to date, "Republican Voters Against Trump" consultant Mike Murphy. 

"Asking Donald Trump to talk about policy, it's like teaching Charles Manson to foxtrot. He can manage a step or two, but then he's going to put a pencil in your eye, because he's Charles Manson. And Donald Trump is Donald Trump."

Frum went on to call Trump an "insult comic" who "knows how to abuse and denigrate and humiliate and demean."

The irony was apparently lost on Frum that whereas he trashed Trump for denigrating people, he himself had just analogized Trump to Charles Manson—the personification of pure evil. Maybe Frum could serve as the warm-up act for Trump's next insult-comic appearance.”

One charge against Trump that keeps popping us is that he wants to make abortion illegal across the nation. It is a calculated lie.  It is impossible for him, or any president, to do such a thing.

Boing:  A group has sprung up named “Republican Voters Against Trump.”  It has to be made up.  Any republican with an operable brain cell would not vote for any of today’s democrats.  Obviously, this is a creation of the democrat party.  They are very creative.

Hama strikes:  I just read that in the warm-ups to the convention, a group of pro-Hamas demonstrators invaded the festivities and disrupted the meeting.  So, we are off to a good start.

The Social Security Scare: I am seeing advertisements that claim various republicans want to end Medicare and Social Security. These claims are untrue. 

Some politicians want to allow private social security accounts, where insurance companies provide the coverage and investments. This is a change, but one that offers better security and some big government politicians don’t like it one bit.  Remember, the politicians have raided the social security lockbox and spent all the money on their own programs.  They do not want to lose control over their funding,

When private social security accounts were proposed during Bill Clinton’s presidency, he quickly charged that republicans “want to end Social Security as we know it.”  That was a very crafty statement; a half-truth that deliberately misdirected the meaning to his trusting citizens.  

It worked and big government won.  Now the democrats are at it again,

Our Press at work:  JD Vance was asked yesterday “Why don’t you smile more?”  This question was typical of the leftist media who won’t address the constitutional responsibilities of the politicians; instead, they address personal idiosyncrasies.  Charisma matters more to them than competence, their candidates prove this assertion.

Panel Below:  Wikipedia has removed the awards that V.P. candidate J.D. Vance received during his military duty.  The swamp runs deep.

Tucker Carlson in Australia, speaking to a reporter:

“I really resent what I’m seeing across the West in the last fifteen years, which is a sea change from my youth when my father was a reporter, this alignment between media organizations and government. I find it disgusting, actually, 

I think it’s a perfect inversion of what you are supposed to do.  You are a journalist; your job is to challenge power on behalf of the powerless.

It is not to align with the powerful against the powerless. And that is precisely what you have done.”

 I’ll write again in a couple of days,  

Steve

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Movie Review | Murphy's Law (Thompson, 1986)

This review contains mild spoilers.

The title makes more sense when you remember that Golan and Globus had a habit of selling movies to distributors based on a cool title and poster and worrying about things like the actual premise and plot and other inconsequential details later. Because the movie as is has little to do with the concept of Murphy’s Law, except for the hero to clarify that the only Murphy’s Law he’s familiar with is the one that concerns him, his name being Jack Murphy. His version of the rule is very simple. “Don’t fuck with Jack Murphy.” This line resonated with me for two reasons. One, I once had a co-worker who frequently touted Murphy’s Law but clearly didn’t know what it was. He was also not, how you say, a top performer, and was an asshole to boot, so his misinterpretation of the law was merely one of several strikes against him. Two, the line is said by Charles Bronson in that classic Charles Bronson voice.

This is a mid-‘80s Charles Bronson vehicle directed by J. Lee Thompson, meaning that’s it’s sturdier than the ones directed by Michael Winner while offering similarly lizard-brained thrills. The premise here concerns Bronson being targeted for revenge by a serial killer he put away years ago and having to team up with a snot nosed teenage punk he finds himself attached to, somewhat literally, while generally pissing off the mob. Bronson and Thompson did a few collaborations in between that hit other notes, but this feels like a halfway point between 10 to Midnight and Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects, merging the serial killer plot of the former with the bifurcated structure of the latter. It is nowhere near as sleazy as either movie, as the murders here lack the ugly, sexualized dimensions of the former and doesn’t rub your face in the muck like the latter. It does share with those movies a queasy fascination with and contempt for what I suspect the filmmakers viewed as “aberrant” sexuality (which I suspect includes everything outside of missionary with the lights off and Bronson avoiding post-coital conversation so he go grab something from the fridge after). Bronson broods over the fact that his wife has become a stripper, and characters regularly trade homophobic insults. In addition to that, the only cop on the force who seems interested in holding Bronson accountable when he’s accused of murder turns out to be crooked. So there is something of a worldview running through these movies, one which might inspire a voting record that differs from mine.

I do think the movie is pretty engaging on the whole, as it finds ways to prod Bronson’s steeliness and even afford him some humour. Much of this comes from pairing him with Kathleen Wilhoite as a spunky teenaged car thief, who brings her usual charisma and does a great job of getting on his nerves but not necessarily ours, and aside from some unfortunate homophobia, has dialogue that evokes the kind of words a child uses before they’ve discovered actual cursing. (The most explicit phrases she uses are “jism breath” and “scrotum cheeks”.) And some of this comes from pitting him against a serial killer played with pleasing derangement by Carrie Snodgress, whose methods and meticulousness pose a genuine challenge for the more conventionally minded Bronson. And I think Thompson directs this with a certain assurance, and gets a good deal of suspense from the climax, a two-tiered stalk-and-slash style sequence that plays like if you mashed two slashers on top of each other and added firearms to boot.