#basket of light 1989

[sheltiechicago]

Basket of Light, 1989

In the 1980s and early 90s, many artists explored the interrelated histories of colonialism and patriarchy in Latin America. Flor Garduño’s intimate portraiture meditates on the adaptations of ancient cultural rituals in contemporary life, with the figures of women of Indigenous heritage at the centre.

Photograph: Flor Garduño

[barkingbonzo]

Flor Garduño (born 1957) is a Mexican photographer. Garduño is known for her black-and-white portraits of a diverse range of subjects, including indigenous people and cultures, street photography, and still lifes.

Basket of Light, Flor Garduño, 1989

[casadabiqueira]

Canasta de Luz [Basket of Light], Sumpango, Guatemala

Flor Garduño, 1989

[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 34

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Part 33

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, alcohol use, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating, mentions of drug use, crying, arguing, jealousy, breakup

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Part 34: Twilight Zone

Saturday, September 23rd, 1989

"Hurry up, Eds! They're gonna be here in less than an hour! And we still have to get dressed!" You shout to Eddie as you both scramble to get your apartment tidied up before your guests arrive.

"I'm going as fast as I can, angel! I still don't get why we have to clean up the bedroom. It's not like we're having the party in there. Unless it's an extra fun kind of party you didn't tell me about." He jokes, picking up all his dirty clothes from the floor of the bedroom and tossing them in the laundry basket. He fixes the bedspread, putting it just the way you want it to be.

"They might take a peek out of curiosity, Eddie. And if they do, I don't want anyone to think we live like pigs!" You retort, wiping down the coffee table with some lemon Pledge. "Did you get the litter box already?" You call to him from down the hall.

"Yes, Y/N. For the millionth time, yes!" He groans, wiping his palms down his face. You're being particularly anal-retentive tonight, so eager to impress your friends with your new apartment. He'd find it cute if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.

"I'm sorry. I just want everything to be perfect. It's our first time having people over." You say as you get up off the floor and rush to the kitchen and empty the dishwasher. "Can you take the trash out, babe?" You ask, the last thing you need to do before getting dressed.

"You got it, sweetheart. But if this is how it's gonna be any time we have people over, I'm gonna avoid it like the fuckin' plague." He grumbles, pulling the very full bag out of the can to take it to the trash chute.

"We wouldn't be rushing if somebody hadn't kept us in bed all day." You sing-song, putting the blame on him.

"Says the woman who couldn't stop riding my face." Eddie scoffs, heading out the front door for a moment to take the garbage away. You sigh, waiting for him to come back so you can put an end to the bickering. Tonight is supposed to be fun, and relaxing. To spend time with your friends. You finish putting the dishes away, and hear him open the door again, much gentler this time. You smile when you recognize his slow steps, he's coming over to you to apologize. "I'm sorry, babydoll. I know you wanna be a good hostess." Eddie coos, pressing a kiss to your neck as his hands find your hips.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't need to be riding your ass so much. You've been really helpful." You sigh blissfully, more than happy to end this little tiff.

"Mmm, very true. You ride my ass enough as it is." He chuckles darkly, nipping on your throat.

"You know you love it, Eds." You reply, holding back a moan at his teeth worrying your skin into a light bruise. "We'd better get ready, baby. We don't have a lot of time." You say softly, your eyes fallen closed from his insatiable touch.

"I s'pose you're right. I'd hate for our friends to find you bent over this counter while I'm fucking you into next week." He gives you one last little bite, before pulling away entirely. He clears his throat, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his jeans.

"Naughty boy." You giggle impishly, heading down the hallway to change into a cute dress for tonight. Something black, and revealing. A garment that will drive Eddie wild all night, forcing him to keep his hands to himself until everybody leaves.

"You're wearing that?" Eddie asks, pointing at the silk, spaghetti strap dress you're holding on its hanger.

"Mhm. Just for you, baby." You tease, biting your lip.

"Ugh, you're killin' me already, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to behave myself?" He groans, his pants growing tighter at the idea of your sinful body in that little number. The skirt barely goes past your ass, and the front shows off every ounce of cleavage imaginable.

"I’m highly aware of the challenge. I only hope you're up for it." You give him a cheeky wink, turning away to undress.

"What should I wear, princess?" Eddie asks, somewhat distracted by your jeans rolling down your legs, leaving your supple skin exposed.

"Uh, I dunno. A nicer shirt, and jeans with no holes in them at least." You answer, sensing his eyes on you. You take off your shirt, and switch out your current bra for a far more sexy one. You also remove your panties, neglecting to put on a fresh pair altogether. Eddie definitely takes notice while he exchanges his own clothes, smiling to himself with all the little ways he can tease you tonight.

"How do I look?" He asks as you turn around. He looks exactly as you were expecting, wearing a dark blue button-up with rolled sleeves and the top buttons left open to show off his chest a bit. You've seen him dressed this way so many times, but it never, ever gets old. He of course can't be bothered to wear nicer pants, but he at least listened about 'no holes'.

"You look good enough to eat, baby." You say lowly, walking over to him, your hands meeting his chest. You guide his back to the wall, unable to help yourself. You give him a hungry kiss, slipping your hand inside the opening of his shirt. Eddie hums against you, grabbing your ass as your tongues come out to play.

"So do you, sweetheart. You have no idea." He says with a smirk between kisses. He squeezes your rounds of flesh roughly, making you moan as arousal spreads through your bare folds. Eddie pulls away, the both of you left out of breath. "You'd better finish gettin' ready. I sense a group of freaks and weirdos quickly approaching." He jokes, giving your butt a light smack to dismiss you.

"Eddie Munson, showing some self-control. I'd better alert the press." You bully, leaving him to go do your makeup in the bathroom. You keep it light, mostly lipstick and eyeliner. Eddie insists that's all you ever need. He's such a sweetheart, always showering you with compliments. You'll never get over feeling so loved by him every second of the day.

"Keep crackin' the jokes, love. See how well that works out for you." He calls to you in warning, before following you. He sits across from you on the edge of the bathtub. He watches as you meticulously circle your eyes in thin black lines, and drag a cherry red lipstick across your mouth into a blowjob-worthy pout. Just when you set the stick down and give yourself a final once-over, you hear a knock on the door.

"Shit! They're here!" You run back to the bedroom, scrambling to put your heels on. "Get the door!" You command, and Eddie goes to greet your guests. You hear the voices of Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy as they step inside your home. You immediately feel giddy, pulling the back strap over your heel to get your other shoe on. You leave the bedroom, joining the party before they wonder where you are.

"Y/N! You look totally smokin'!" Robin exclaims, handing off the bags of chips she brought to Steve so she can give you a hug. She throws her arms around you, squeezing a little too tight.

"Hey, now. Don't be makin' moves on my woman." Eddie scolds playfully, waiting for his turn. "How are you, Rob?" He asks as they embrace.

"I'm doing great. I've actually started seeing someone." She says happily.

"And who's the lucky guy?" He asks, and the room falls quiet. "What?" He questions, confused. Everyone gives him awkward looks, clearly he's missed something.

"The lucky girl is named Vickie." Robin replies, almost flinching as she speaks. Everyone waits for his reaction, and he just smiles wide.

"Oh! Well, that's great! Can't wait to meet her." Eddie says a little too loud, growing red in the face.

"Sorry, I thought you knew." Robin sucks through her teeth.

"Nope. I really was kidding before. God, I'm a dumbass." He smacks his forehead, clearing his throat to force the feeling of idiocy away.

"Don't feel bad, Eddie. I didn't know right away, either. I spent almost an entire summer pining after her." Steve says, hoping to alleviate the tension in the room.

"And that was seriously painful to watch, Stevie." Robin says, taking the chips from him once again and bringing them to the kitchen.

"Alright, enough! Who needs a drink?" Nancy asks, rolling her eyes. Everyone answers in some form of 'yes', and she takes it upon herself to pour the girls some wine and get beers for the boys. You finish giving your hugs and take a seat. Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy sit on the couch, while Steve and Eddie take the armchairs, with you in Eddie's lap.

"I guess I'll be the first to congratulate you on your victory yesterday." Chrissy says, speaking up the first time this evening.

"Thank you, Chris. We're extremely relieved it went our way." Eddie replies for the both of you, squeezing you a little with his arms that rest around your waist.

"I wish I would've been there to see it. But I couldn't get off work." She says, somewhat sadly.

"It's okay, really. It's not like you were involved or anything. And you've got your own trial to worry about." You reassure her.

"Shit, I don't even want to think about that right now." She laughs dryly, taking a large gulp from her glass.

"No problem. We'll move on to somethin' else. How's JJ?" Eddie asks, changing the subject.

"He's doing great! He's been adjusting really well to us living with my aunt." Chrissy smiles, reminded of her pride and joy. She misses him every second she's away, but she appreciates having the chance to get out of the house on her own tonight.

"That's great. I'm glad you're both doing so well." You respond, taking a large sip of your wine.

"Thank you. This place looks great, by the way." She says kindly.

"Yeah, it really does. No offense, but I always took Munson for a slob." Steve chimes in.

"Believe me, Y/N won't stand for my messiness. She really cracked the whip to get me to help clean up before you guys came over." Eddie replies with a chuckle, pinching your side teasingly.

"Knowing Y/N, I doubt it was that bad to begin with." Nancy adds, giving you a reassuring nod. She knows full well how much the boys like to tease, even if they go a bit too far.

"What can I say? I can't stand clutter, it drives me crazy." You shrug, polishing off your first drink of the evening. "Anyone need a refill?" You ask, getting out of Eddie's lap to stand up.

"I'll take another beer, sweetheart." Eddie answers, chugging the rest of his half-drunk one and handing you the empty bottle as he swallows. He lets out a low belch, covering his mouth with his fist. "S'cuse me."

"Charming as always, Eds." You roll your eyes, taking the bottle and tossing it away in the kitchen trash. You get a fresh one from the fridge, and pour yourself another glass of dry red. You return to his lap a moment later, giving him his beer.

"Thank you, babydoll." Eddie coos, giving you a gentle kiss.

"So, Rob? What do we need to know about this mysterious 'Vickie'?" You ask, looking at her. You're very happy to hear that she's found somebody, you were becoming a little worried that she'd be subtly pining after you forever. It's flattering, sure. But one-sided crushes aren't exactly a pleasant experience. And more than anything, you wouldn't want any romantic feelings to get in the way of your friendship. Robin is a really amazing person in every way, and you hope to know her for the rest of your days.

"Well, she's a redhead. She keeps it real short, very Molly Ringwald. And she's got these beautiful eyes I could get lost in for hours. And she likes all the same movies I do, our first date was actually watching Dr. Zhivago in her apartment. She has great taste in everything, really. Food, music, fashion..." Robin speaks dreamily about Vickie, which makes your heart fill with happiness on her behalf. The way you can see her visualizing this girl as she describes her, eyes twinkling with pure admiration. It reminds you of the way you and Eddie feel about each other. Totally, completely, helplessly in love. Robin eventually stops talking, realizing she's gone on a rather impassioned rant. "Sorry, I'm talking too much." She blushes, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"No, you're not. Vickie sounds awesome, Robin. And I'm sure she'd happily talk her friends' ears off about you, too." You say with a laugh, and her expression brightens in response.

"I appreciate that, Y/N. I'll have to bring her along next time." Robin can't help beaming at that idea, bringing her first real girlfriend around to meet all of her friends. It sounds so perfect, so...normal. She doesn't really get a whole lot of that in this less-than-open-minded town.

"You'd better." You affirm. "What about you, Steve? Any luck in the dating pool?" You change the subject a little, noticing Steve has grown a little quiet now. You suppose his past crush on Robin, as well as her new relationship, has reminded him of his bad luck in love.

"Nah, not really. I've kinda tapped it out at this point." Steve says dryly, taking a swig of his beer.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You really are a great guy, Steve." You reply apologetically, recognizing that this may not have been the right route to take.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'The right girl is out there somewhere'." He mocks, rolling his eyes at the constant reassurance that he will find 'the one' someday. He's become less and less convinced that this is true, and watching the rest of you be so damn happy certainly isn't helping his case. Eddie Munson of all people can find a smokin' hot chick that's the love of his life, and Steve 'the King' Harrington can't? He may as well give up altogether.

"Don't be an ass, man. It may be annoying and cliche, but it's true. Maybe if you stopped tryin' so hard, it would happen for you." Eddie cuts in, speaking honestly. He feels for Steve's plight, truly, he does. Hell, he never thought he'd be so lucky to find a girl even half as amazing as you are. But before you came along, he went looking for affection in all the wrong places. It wasn't until he took a minute to step back and let shit fall where it may, that you happened to come crashing into his life. Well, more like he crashed into yours, if he's honest about it. Steve gives him a slight glare, but Eddie doesn't let up. "Look, all I'm sayin' is that I've been where you are. We all have." Eddie gestures around the room, and everyone nods in agreement. "You can't force true love or connection, Steve. You just have to let it happen."

"I know. I just..." Steve trails off, sighing as he doesn't want to say what he's really thinking. You'll all laugh and call him a weenie. He picks at the label on his beer, before flicking his eyes up to gaze around the room. And what he finds surprises him. You're all looking at him intently, with loving, supportive expressions on your faces. "I just want to get my life started so badly. I want a partner, a home, and lots of kids. It's all I've ever wanted." His breath catches, heat building behind his eyes. "I wanna build a family, to shower them with all this love I have inside of me. Because I never got that from my parents. Ever." His voice breaks, and he realizes that he's crying. Way to ruin the mood, dingus, he mentally scolds himself.

"Aw, Stevie. C'mere." Robin says, standing up to go to him. He meets her in the middle, and she captures him in a tight hug. "It'll happen, Steve. I promise. And you're gonna make a great husband, and a great dad. Whoever your spouse and kids turn out to be will be so lucky to have you." She says tearfully, wishing she could conjure up someone perfect for her best friend. It's too bad things don't work that way.

The rest of you stand up too, forming a warm group hug around Steve. He takes notice of the additional weight surrounding him, laughing through a sob. "Jesus, I'm sorry, guys. I'm being a total dork right now."

"No you're not, Steve. We love you, and we're here for you. That's what friends are for." Nancy says, resting her head on Steve's shoulder. He sighs happily at the contact, so grateful to have all of you as his friends. The six of you stay standing like this for a minute, radiating kindness and empathy.

"Okay, I think I'm good now." Steve dries his eyes, smiling wide. "Who's up for a game of Trivial Pursuit?"

Your huddle disperses at Steve's suggestion for a more cheerful activity, taking your places once more. Steve pulls out the game, and everyone picks their color to play. You spend the next hour or so answering various trivia questions and filling in the little plastic pie slices. The lot of you get rather competitive, though, on the edge of your seats as you try to get as many answers right as possible. There's lots of laughing, and shouting, and cheers of victory. It's all a very good time among friends, the energy in the room happy and comfortable. You've missed doing things like this with these wonderful people. The last thing you can remember that would even come close to this was karaoke at the Hideaway, which was months ago.

"Fuck, yes! I win!" Eddie surprises everyone by taking the win, forcing you off of his lap to do a goofy victory dance. He pulls you in for a celebratory kiss afterwards, very nearly sweeping you off your feet. This earns some rather lewd noises from the others, and you have to push him away to get it to stop.

"Looks like I need another refill." You say once the ruckus dies off, picking up your empty glass. Nancy and Robin follow behind to fill up their own glasses again, too.

"Hey, where's your bathroom?" Steve asks, getting up from his spot.

"Down the hall and to the left, Stevie. Don't get lost." You answer with a giggle, opening the fridge to get out the opened wine bottle. You fill up your glass, as well as Nancy's and Robin's. You make very light conversation, hearing Eddie get out of his chair to sit with Chrissy on the couch for a minute while you all take a break.

"I haven't had the chance to thank you, Eddie." Chrissy says on the other side of the wall.

"For what?" He replies.

"For saving my life." Chrissy clarifies.

"Oh, please. That was all Y/N." Eddie says humbly.

"But you helped. And before I left Jason, you were there for me when I needed you." She says sweetly, which makes you smile a little.

"I was selling you drugs, Chris. That's hardly 'being there' for someone." He snorts, undoubtedly rolling his eyes.

"We both know you did more than that. You listened to me, when no one else would." She insists.

You don't hear them say anything else for a moment, which feels odd. You expected to hear Eddie give some kind of response to that, he's not one to freeze up mid-conversation. Something doesn't feel right. You take your glass, ignoring whatever the hell Robin and Nancy have been talking about. Not that you were particularly paying attention to begin with. They give you an odd look, following your quick footsteps. You come around the corner, returning to the living room. And you find something you'd never expect to in a million years. You see Chrissy kissing your boyfriend, hands cupping his face, while his own hands sit frozen in his lap.

"What the fuck?" You gasp, your stomach dropping at the sight before you. Your wine glass falls from your hand, shattering on the floor and spilling a trail of dark red in the debris.

Eddie pushes Chrissy away, practically leaping off the couch to distance himself from her. His eyes meet yours, his mouth open in shock. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like." He puts a defensive hand up, hoping you'll let him explain.

"And what does it look like, Eds?" You snip, crossing your arms. "Because to me, it looks like you're kissing someone who isn't your girlfriend!" You say angrily, giving Chrissy a sour look.

"I-I didn't! She kissed me!" Eddie splutters, gesturing at the blushing woman still sitting on your sofa.

"And why would she do that, Eddie? Are you sleeping with her?" You retort, growing angrier by the second. You were all having such a nice night, and it's quickly turned into a nightmare.

"What?! No! Jesus, Y/N! When would I even have time to do that?" He asks, making you scoff.

"Dude, that is not the way to answer that." Steve interjects, coming back down the hall from his bathroom break. He's heard everything else so far, you aren't exactly keeping things quiet.

"Seriously." You add, shaking your head. "But you didn't answer my question. Are you sleeping with her?" You ask again, stepping closer to Eddie. Your body is coursing with adrenaline, and you're trying not to break down crying right now. Your stomach is doing flips, and you really hope this night doesn't end the way you think it will.

"No, Y/N. I swear to you, I am not cheating on you. Not with Chrissy, not with anyone." Eddie explains as calmly as he can, though on the inside he feels like the world is falling apart. The fury in your eyes, your trembling body, he senses a blow-out on the horizon.

"Alright. Fine." You say flatly, turning away from him to face Chrissy again. "Why did you kiss my boyfriend?" You ask her viciously. She raises her bowed head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Have you slept with Eddie before, Chrissy?" She doesn't even have to say anything, her shifting eyes and continued tears tell you everything you need to know. "Fuck's sake." You chuckle angrily, turning away from the entire party and storming down the hallway. You don't even know what you're doing, you're just following your bodily instincts. You go to your closet, finding a small suitcase. You yank it out and plop it on the bed. You hear footsteps approaching, four sets of them. You ignore them, far too upset to do anything besides pack your things and get the fuck out of here.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" Eddie asks fearfully once he and the others enter the room.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" You shoot back, still avoiding his gaze.

"Y/N, please, just let me explain." He says, stepping forward to put his hand on your arm.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You shriek, yanking your arm away and pointing an accusing finger at him. "Tell me the truth. All of it." You jab at his chest.

"Alright, alright. Can you just stop for a minute?" Eddie pleads, holding back tears as he fears losing you. He looks to the others gathered in the doorway. "You mind giving us some privacy?" He asks rudely, shooing everyone else away. They scurry back down the hall, leaving you and Eddie alone. He goes to shut the bedroom door, and turns to you again. "Can you sit with me? Please?" He sits on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You do, but you sit as far away on the other side as you possibly can. You're still boiling with rage, shaking terribly as you begin to feel a bit sick.

"Go on." You say with an expectant glare, crossing your arms even tighter.

"Alright." Eddie sighs. "Chrissy and I hooked up once back in high school when she and Jason had been broken up for about a week. We were drunk, and at a party. But a little bit later, she got back with him and she ended up pregnant." He explains, and your eyes widen.

"Is JJ yours?" You blurt, and his face scrunches.

"What! Fuck no! I had enough sense to wear a fucking condom, Y/N." He rolls his eyes at your accusation.

"Okay, fine. So, you hooked up in high school. Why would she have any reason to kiss you now, three years after the fact?" You're not buying for a single second that they've only had sex once. Women don't kiss guys they had a one-night stand with like that. They do that due to something more, when they think there's still something left. "Did you sleep with her after she was married? Before we got together?" You question, regretting every word as it slips from your pursed lips. You don't want it to be true. But why else would Chrissy deem it at all appropriate to kiss your fucking boyfriend?

"Sweetheart, I一" He starts, trying to come up with an excuse, some kind of explanation that doesn't mean that he's lied to you. But he can't. He shakes his head, looking away in shame.

"Eddie. Please...tell me you didn't." You say tearfully, your lip beginning to tremble as your worst fear about this whole situation comes to fruition.

"I'm sorry. I can't." Eddie practically whispers, his voice laced with sorrow and guilt. You get off the bed again, resuming your task of packing your shit while burning tears fall from your eyes. "Baby, please. Don't do this." He begs, unsure what to do or say to convince you to stay. He knows he's so unbelievably in the wrong here, but he can't lose you.

"Why did you lie to me?" You sob, stuffing some of your shirts into the suitcase. You go for some pants next, your vision blurry and distorted. "You promised me you'd never do that." You slam the dresser drawer shut after retrieving a couple pairs of jeans. Eddie flinches at the sound. You can't stop picturing them together. Eddie's lips on hers, or between her legs, making her cum on his face. His hands all over her body, his voice moaning her name instead of yours. The two of them going at it on that damned kitchen table, or in her fucking bed, while JJ sleeps in the other room. The images make you want to vomit, or punch a hole in the wall.

"I really didn't mean to, princess. When I started dealing to Chrissy, we were both lonely people. It just...happened. We made a mistake, but we put an end to it. I'm not proud of it, Y/N. I didn't want to think about it anymore." Eddie says, his own tears falling in warm drips onto his jeans. He doesn't stand up to stop you, or beg and plead with you to forgive him.

"But you went out of your way to tell me nothing went on between you two! You lied to me! You claimed you couldn't go to the police to help her! But you were more than capable of sticking your dick in her!" You can't help shouting at him, frantically stuffing underwear and socks on top of everything else in the suitcase. You put your uniform in last, closing the main compartment. You'll retrieve your toiletries on the way out and shove them in the front pocket. You have one last thing to ask him, something that's been gnawing at you for a good few minutes. You pull your luggage down to the floor, rolling it along so you can stand before Eddie again. He meets your eyes, his own red and watery. "Do you have feelings for her?" You ask coldly.

"I did, for a little while. But not anymore. I only care about you, Y/N." He says honestly, taking your free hand in his. You pull it away, making him break down entirely. "Y/N, please! I'm sorry! I don't want to lose you!" He cries, slipping off the bed and falling to his knees. Your heart breaks at seeing him so distraught. But you can't let this go so easily. He lied about something pretty fucking important, he could be lying about anything else. Anyone else. You have to be alone to think this over, to decide if this is enough to destroy the foundation of your relationship.

"I just need some time, Eddie. Regardless of how awful Jason is, you slept with a married woman. Multiple times. And then you lied to me about it at the start of our relationship, and continued to keep the truth from me. I have to figure out if I can really trust you, because right now...I don't." You explain through your gut-wrenching sobs. You're not even all that angry anymore. You're sad, heartbroken, and betrayed. You can't even look at him right now without seeing all the things you imagine he did with Chrissy. Distance is what you need. To think things over rationally, without Eddie whispering sweet nothings in your ear to convince you to forgive and forget.

You turn away from him, going for the door. You open it, causing the others to fall into the room as they've been eavesdropping. Except Chrissy. You're guessing she had the good sense to get to hell out of dodge, before you dragged her by the hair to throw her out. You sigh loudly at their pained expressions, rolling your eyes at their nosiness. You don't say anything to any of them, stepping over their entangled bodies to get your toothbrush and shampoo from the bathroom.

"Do you need a ride home, Y/N?" Steve asks, groaning as Robin's foot is lodged against his shin.

"Yes. Please." You whimper, failing miserably to keep any semblance of control over yourself. You shove all the toiletries your frazzled mind can remember into the little pocket, only managing to zip it halfway closed. You go back to the hall, giving Eddie one last glance before you leave. You reach up to the back of your neck, removing the guitar pick necklace he made for you. You toss it back over to him, and he regretfully catches it in his hand. "Don't forget to feed Arwen." You say with total finality. He nods, not saying anything else. Not a damn word out of his mouth could convince you to take back your decision, so it's no use to open his mouth at all. He just continues sobbing on the floor, wondering how the hell he's going to survive a single day without you.

Robin, Nancy, and Steve manage to get themselves up off the floor. They say their awkward goodbyes to an inconsolable Eddie, and walk with you out of the apartment. Robin grabs your purse and textbooks on the way out, and helps you load everything up into Steve's trunk once you make it outside.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I hope you two can work this out." Robin says, giving you a heartfelt hug.

"Do you want us to stay with you tonight? So you don't have to be alone?" Nancy offers, not wanting to let you stew all by yourself right now. Break-ups call for girlfriends staying over and lots of ice cream. At least, they do for her.

"No. I just want to go home. Maybe another time." You force a small smile for her kind idea, though it falls away to let another flood of tears come crashing down your cheeks.

"That's alright. Don't hesitate to call us, okay? We're always here for you." She says, giving you a hug of her own.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." You pull away from her, going with Steve now who has the car running. You get into the passenger seat, collapsing into your own lap as he pulls out of the parking lot. Steve does his best to console you as he drives, but it's no use. Part of you feels like you've made a horrible mistake, that you should beg him to turn around and take you back to Eddie. But the other part feels like there's no coming back from this. That it's all ruined, that it's over. You're completely spiraling. You're tipsy and exhausted from entertaining guests all night, and then finding out this terrible, awful thing. You just need to get home. And you need your mom.

Steve pulls into the driveway in front of your house, leaving the engine running as he doesn't expect to stay long. You get out of the car, going to the trunk to gather your things. Steve helps you out, and you hear the front door open. Mom comes outside, wondering what you're doing here so late.

"Sugarpuff? What's going on?" She asks with sleepy concern. You look at her, still quietly sobbing. She sees your splotchy face, eyeliner forming thick lines all over. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Mom一" You only manage to squeak out this one word, before falling apart all over again. She rushes over to you, capturing you in her arms. You wrap yourself around her so tight, crying so hard you could throw up.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." She coos, stroking your hair as you wail into her shoulder. "Let's get you inside, alright? I'll make you some tea, and you can tell me what happened." She says sweetly, pulling back from your embrace and taking your hand. Steve brings your belongings in for you, and Mom thanks him and tells him goodnight. She sits you down on the couch, and goes to the kitchen to make some tea to help you calm down. "Okay, here you go. Now, tell mama what's wrong." She says as she hands you your tea, taking a seat right next to you.

"O-okay." You stutter, almost gasping for air from all your sobbing. You proceed to tell her everything that happened tonight. Chrissy kissing Eddie, finding out about their past relationship, packing up and leaving, giving his necklace back. She calmly listens to you speak, but she can't help getting a little angry on your behalf on the inside. She'll ream that little fucker for lying to you, for hurting you. No one messes with her baby girl, not even the man she loves.

"I'm so sorry, sugarpuff. Do you know what you're gonna do?" She asks, putting her hand over yours.

"I don't know. I love him, Mom. I really do. I think I just have to sleep on it...for a while. I don't want to give up on us. But I'm worried that I can't trust him now." You sigh, wishing you could solve this right now. But your mind and body have other ideas. Your eyelids are drooping as you sit here, and you feel so heavy, like you're made out of bricks.

"I understand, and I think it's a good idea to think it over. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay? And whatever you decide to do, I'll always support you, sweetie." Mom replies.

"Thanks, Mom. I love you." You give her another hug, much shorter and gentler this time. "I'd better let you get to bed. I'm sorry for waking you." You add as you pull away.

"Oh, no hour is too late for my babies when they need me." She chuckles. "I think you could benefit from some rest, too, kiddo." She cups your cheek, once again noting the obvious evidence of exhaustion on your face.

"I know. I'll try my best." You give her a small smile, standing up with her to head to bed. You walk down the hall, turning to her before entering your old bedroom. "Goodnight, Mom." You say, fighting back a yawn.

"Goodnight, sugarpuff. I love you." She replies. She goes into her own room, closing the door behind her. You do the same, finding your old bed waiting for you. The blankets and pillows are arranged nice and neat, the bedding pink and juvenile. But all it reminds you of is the times you and Eddie shared in it.

Your first night, after you sat in on one of Hellfire's campaigns, the two of you turning each other on under everybody's noses. On your birthday, when he gave you the little book of sex positions he'd made. After your father's funeral, when he got you high and snuggled with you for what felt like hours. And countless, unforgettable others. So many memories made in one room, all of which have come back to haunt you now.

You can hear Eddie's infectious laugh mingling with your own as he tickles you on the floor. You can smell his cigarettes and cheap cologne wafting past your nose. You can taste your own arousal transferred from his mouth to yours in a hungry, post-oral kiss. You can feel his large hands caressing your body to admire every last inch of you, the rings on his fingers shocking you with a welcome cold. And all of these only break your heart even more.

"Fuck." You mutter, sensing another bout of uncontrollable sadness coming on. But at least you can be alone, in your own bed, and not have to answer any more questions. For tonight, at least, you get the solitude you've found yourself craving for the last hour. You step out of your heels, just now noticing how much your feet have been killing you all night. You slip off your dress, and toss it and the bra you had on underneath in the corner. You don't bother to put any other clothes on, it's not like you've never slept alone in the nude before.

You crawl under the covers, realizing just how cold this bed is now. Without Eddie, without his warmth and cuddles and kisses. You don't even have Arwen to keep you company, you left her at the apartment. But you know Eddie will take good care of her. You force the oncoming memory of you two cuddling the cat away from your mind. You can't keep reminiscing over your entire relationship right now. It's not over yet. At least, you sure as shit hope it won't be. But that's not to be decided tonight, perhaps not for a good while.

To be continued...

[intomore]

Flor Garduño, "Canasta de Luz, Period Basket of Light", 1989,

BnF, Prints and photography,

© Flor Garduño

[abwwia]

Flor Garduño, Canasta de Luz [Basket of Light], Guatemala, silver print, 1989, printed 2012. Sold in our June 2020 sale of Fine Photographs for $5,750.

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The End

Summary: It's time for Eddie to make things right.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: Fluff and Christmas cheer, cursing.

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! It's the end! The last chapter of the story, I hope you've enjoyed this little tale! Please let me know what you think! Have a great holiday everyone! Thanks for reading!

Previous - Series Masterlist 

9:23 AM Christmas Day 1989

Panic. That’s all the metalhead felt as he thrashed around in his delirium, just trying to get the dirt and mud that was covering him off so he could see, so he could breathe. His movements pushed him so far on the bed that the edge of the mattress was a danger he didn’t even think about and with one final kick of his leg he went down hitting the floor harshly with a loud thud.

A yelp groan left Eddie as he fell from his bed, the sheets tangled around his legs like the wrappings on a mummy. Blinking at the bright morning light he wiped the sleep and his unruly hair from his eyes as he sat up and looked around bewildered. He was home. He was home! Quickly he all but ripped the blankets from around his legs and ran or stumbled really into the living room where he could still hear the TV that he never turned off last night. He fumbled with the remote on the coffee table trying to press the buttons to get to a channel still showing the news.

“Good Morning Hawkins and Merry Christmas! It is a cold day out there so bundle up if you are heading outside…”

“Ah ha!” Eddie yelled his arms thrown up into the air as he looked towards the closed window, the one the ghost pulled him through last night. It was Christmas! He hadn’t missed it! He still had time to make things right! How those bastards did all that in one night he would never understand but he also didn’t care. He was getting his life back! Getting his family and friends back! He was getting you back! 

Running back to his room he changed quickly, a shirt and flannel and a pair of black jeans all tugged on ceremoniously not caring if they matched as he rummaged through his sock drawer like a raccoon trying to find ones that didn’t have a hole in them. Sitting on his bed he pulled the socks on and jammed his feet into his docs tying them quickly before he reached over into his nightstand and pulled a small clamshell velvet box from the drawer. Opening it he checked on the small snowflake pendant that sat on a delicate chain that had been hidden in there for three years. This was the gift that he had intended on giving you the year he broke up with you. It was time to fix that. Closing the box he gripped it tightly in his hand and fled from the room grabbing his leather jacket as he went. He shoved the velvet box into his pocket after he pulled on his jacket and checked the hall tablet for his wallet and keys as he rushed out of the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door behind him. 

Down the stairs and out into the cold of the parking lot, he shivered as the cold hit him like a brick wall and he rushed to unlock his old van. Jumping into the driver's seat he shoved the keys into the ignition, the van's engine roared to life as his frozen fingers hurried to turn on the heater, grabbed the wheel, and he was out on the street before he knew it. 

He had a few stops to make and if luck was on his side a few stores would still be open. There was one shop that was open but it would have to do. Inside he quickly found what he was looking for, it wasn’t much, just a mug for Wayne, a bunch of candy for the party, and beer for the band. With those in the hand basket he hit the register.

“Last minute shopping?” The old woman behind the counter asked as she rang him up a smile on her face. She either didn’t know who he was or she didn’t care, she didn’t even blink an eye at his leather jacket.

“Very last minute.” Eddie laughed a little embarrassed. 

“Well everyone is so busy these days it’s hard not to do some last minute shopping.” She laughed. Giving him his total she exchanged it for his change and handed him the bag of things. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” He smiled as he dropped his change into the open donation tub at the end of the counter and with a wave he was out the door in under ten minutes. Looking at the bag of things in his hand he decided who he was seeing first. Deciding that he would see them in the same order the ghost took him last night. The band, Wayne, and the party. Nodding to himself he hopped back into the van and headed towards Gareths. 

Pulling onto the street his heart was in his throat as he grabbed the beer from the passenger seat and looked out his window at the house. Both Brandon and Jeff's cars were still there parked out on the street. Looks like they stayed over. Getting out of the van he walked up to the house, he could hear music coming from the garage again. They either never went to sleep or were getting in an early jam session before they separated to see their families. Knocking on the garage door he took a step back waiting. He heard the music stop and the sound of someone coming towards the door. Quickly the whole garage door was pushed up and the three boys stood there curious about who was here so early. All their eyes wide as dinner plates as they saw him.

“Hey,” He said with a little wave. 

“Eddie…” Gareth said as he took a step towards him. “What’s up man?”

“I wanted to apologize. I’ve been an asshole and I ditched you guys. I had a lot to deal with but that’s not an excuse for pushing you away like I did. I’m sorry.”

The boys all stood there blinking at him for a moment before they all smiled at each other and started towards him giving him hugs and pats on the shoulders. 

Jeff looked over at the other two. “I told you he’ll come back!”

“It hasn’t been the same without you!” Brandon said as he pulled away from the hug he gave Eddie.

“We missed you man!” Gareth said, punching his shoulder. “We still have a second guitarist spot open if you're interested.”

“Hell yeah!” Eddie nodded as he laughed. Holding out the beers he handed them to Brandon. “Got those for you guys. Look I would love to stay but I have a few other stops to make today. I’ll call you later and we can talk a bit more if that’s cool?”

“Yeah of course!” Gareth said with a wide grin. 

“Awesome!” Eddie smiled as he started to walk backwards. “I’m also going to start writing a new campaign soon if you guys still wanna play?”

“Yeah!” All three smiled. Excitement is clear on their faces. “Merry Christmas Eddie!”

“Merry Christmas guys!” With that Eddie turned and ran back to his car only slipping slightly on the ice covered asphalt. Giving one last wave he turned his car around and headed towards Wayne's. 

In almost no time at all he parked the old van in front of Wayne's new trailer. It looked nicer in the daylight than it did last night. All bright white and new. Taking a deep breath he grabbed the mug from the bag he held it firmly in his hand as he exited the car, shoving his keys in his pocket and walked up the small cement steps to the home. Knocking on the door he waited patiently for Wayne to open the door. The door creaked open and a tired looking Wayne blinked at him.

“Ed?” Wayne said as he looked at his nephew. 

“Hi Wayne,” He said as he smiled slightly. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst nephew in the world to you these last few years. You’ve tried so hard and I’ve been such an assho-”

Wayne interrupted Eddie by pulling him by his shoulders into a crushing hug. “Welcome home son.”

Eddie blinked in surprise as his uncle hugged him, taking a moment before he threw his arms around him and holding him tightly, tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry Wayne.”

“There’s no need to be sorry,” Wayne said, shaking his head. “You’re back now and that’s all that matters.” 

Sniffling Eddie smiled as he pulled away. “Can I come in?”

Wayne stepped back letting him into the house with a smile. “Get in here.”

Eddie stepped into the house looking around at the place like it was the first time he’s seen it. “This place looks great!”

“Y/N helped me decorate when I moved in and then helped again when the holidays came around. I was hoping to show you. It’s bigger than the older one that’s for sure. Took some getting used to.”

“I bet,” Fiddling with the mug in his hand Eddie looked down at it. “I got you something. It’s not much but I figure we can restart your collection.”

Wayne looked at him and laughed as Eddie passed him the mug in his hand. It was a Santa-shaped one. His cheery little face smiled up at his uncle as he looked at it. “It’s great! Thanks Kiddo.”

“You’re welcome.” Scratching the back of his neck he looked around the room again. “If it’s okay with you I was thinking of coming by for dinner tonight. Maybe bring Y/N. If she’ll forgive me.”

“That girl will forgive you.” Wayne nodded as he held the mug tightly. A present from his kid. “She never stopped loving you Ed.”

“I hope not.” He smiled as he looked at Wayne. 

“You’ll be fine.” Wayne smiled, “Dinner tonight would be great. I got a turkey defrosted so we can have a good meal. Looks like you need one.”

Eddie laughed as he looked down. He would have to agree that his eating habits had become terrible the second he moved in on his own. He had a lot of missed meals over the three years he had been alone and the boxed mac and cheese had barely kept him alive but he managed it. “That sounds amazing. I hate to be the guy that just drops a present and runs but I have one more stop to make and a lot of ass kissing to do.”

“Go get your girl.” Wayne said, pulling him in for one more hug. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah you will.” Eddie smiled as he hugged him tightly again. It felt good to have him back. Pulling his keys from his pocket he headed out the front door waving at Wayne as he ran back to his car. 

It took him a little longer to find Steve and Robin's home, since he was going off a memory that might have been some weird ass dream but eventually he found it and he rolled to a stop. Your car was gone and it made his heart drop a bit. Grabbing the bag of candy he got out of his car and walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell once he got to the front door. A very tired looking Robin swung the door open, the robe she wore over her pajamas hanging open.

“Holy shit…” She said looking at him with a shocked look on her face. She was definitely awake now.

“Hey Robs.” Eddie said with a smile. “You okay?”

Shaking her head she blinked and pulled him into the house to stop the cold from coming in. Turning she couldn’t help but just look at him. “You’re here, like actually here. Holy shit. I didn’t think.. I’d hoped…Steeeeve!”

“What happened?!” Steve yelled as he rushed from the kitchen a white apron thrown over his night clothes. Looks like he caught them during breakfast. 

“Harrington. Nice apron.” Eddie said with a laugh as he pointed at it. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Steve said in shock as the kids filed out of the kitchen. 

“I wanted to ap-”

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled as he bolted for him, his arms going around him in a tight hug. He smiled when he felt Eddie’s arms circle him back. “Thought we lost you forever man!”

“Yeah, so did I.” He laughed as he pushed on Dustin's shoulder to look at everyone. Mike smiled at him from where he stood by the couch. “Look guys. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ve been a complete and utter asshole and I want to fix that. I know it’s going to take a while for you all to forgive me for just up and ditching you but I wan-”

“Shut up Munson.” Steve said with a small smile and a shake of his head. “You were an ass. We all agree on that, but you went through a lot more than we did when it came to the upside down and the town. We get it. I’m just glad you got your head out of your ass long enough to take a breath and see us.”

Eddie chuckled a bit as he nodded, holding up the bag full of candy. “Brought you guys candy. I know it doesn’t make up for anything but..”

“It’s a start. I guess.” Max said as she held onto Lucas. 

“Red,” Walking over to her Eddie put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m so so-”

“Don’t even think about it.” Max said, her eyes trying to focus on Eddie. “We all failed. Not just you. Besides, if anyone needs to apologize it’s Steve, Robin, and Nancy for not killing the bastard.”

“We tried!” Robin yelled from the door.

Laughing Eddie looked around. “Where’s Y/N?”

“The diner,” El said as she looked at Eddie with a smile. 

“She had an early shift.” Will said from his spot behind her in the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Then I guess I know where my next stop is.” Eddie said with a smile at everyone who just smiled back at him. Turning around he slapped Steve on the back as he headed towards the door before turning around. “Oh! One more thing.. I’m going to start writing a new campaign so anyone who wants to play should start thinking about a character!”

All the younger boys jumped up excited to get to play again. 

“Yes! That’s so awesome!” Dustin yelled as he looked around at everyone.

“Get out of here, you fucking dork.” Steve said as he pointed to the door. 

“I’ll see you later!” Eddie said as he ran out of the house. Checking his pocket to make sure the necklace was still there.

He knew his way to the diner by heart, having walked by it many times over the years to get to work at the record store, always looking for you through the windows. It had started to snow on his way and by the time he pulled into the parking lot it was really coming down. He looked up at the old diner as he got out of his van, it was a nice brick building that had been in the town forever and the inside showed what it would have looked like in the 50’s and 60’s. Quickly he rushed through the snow and into the warmth of the restaurant. The bell above the door signaling that someone had come in.

“Good morning! Welcome! Take a seat anywhere!” Your voice called out to him as you worked on something behind the counter not even looking up at him. It wasn’t very busy and there was one other waitress on shift with you so he didn’t feel too bad about being here.

He watched you for a moment before he moved towards a counter seat right where you were stationed so that when you looked up he was the first thing you saw. Taking the box from his pocket he placed it in front of him on the counter. He drummed his fingers on the counter as he waited for you. 

“How can I help y- Eddie?” You asked, stumbling over your words when you looked up at him eyes wide. Your pen and paper pad practically fell from your hand as you gasped in shock.

“Hi sweetheart.” He smiled up at you. 

“What- what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. I’m sorry. For pushing you away, for hurting you.” He glanced up at the scar on your forehead. It was barely visible but it was there. “I’m sorry I left.”

“You had good reasons Eddie.” You said with a shrug as you tucked the pen and paper into your apron around your hips and leaned on the counter, your hand touching the box. Glancing down at it you looked up at Eddie. “What’s this?”

“Open it and find out. I’ve been saving it for you.” Eddie smiled, pushing it closer to you with one finger. 

Picking up the little box you looked up at him with a curiously before opening the box. The little snowflake sparkled at you under the lights of the diner. Your hand flew over your mouth as you looked at it and then up at him. “Eddie… It’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.”

“I knew you would,” Eddie said as he took the box from your hand to replace it with his own, giving your fingers a squeeze. “Listen, if you want to… I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance? It took me a while and I had some help but I realized that I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you. I love you. Will you be my girlfriend again? If you want to, that is..”

You stared at him for a moment before you let go of his hand and practically ran around the counter to get to him. He turned and stood up from the stool just in time to grab you around the waist as you launched yourself at him. He picked you up easily, giving you a quick spin before setting you back down though never letting you go. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too baby.” He said into your hair as he nuzzled his nose against the side of your head, placing small kisses as he hugged you closed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” You said as you clung to him, tears in your eyes. Leaning back you pushed your hands through his hair as you cried. “This isn’t a dream?”

“This isn’t a dream.” Eddie said, shaking his head with a smile, his hands moving to cup your jaw. “I’m real and so are you.”

“I love you. I knew you’d come back.”

“I’m sorry I took so long.” He said, his eyes flickered down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded with a little giggle. “Yes, please.”

Smiling even wider Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It felt wonderful, magical almost. You’d missed him and his kisses so much. This. This was a real Christmas miracle.

Pulling back Eddie leaned his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your jaw as his other ran down your body to grip your side. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smiled up at him rubbing your nose against his. “Merry Christmas, love.”

[rmmvr]

Basket of Light, Flor Garduño, 1989.

[rabbitcruiser]

International Picnic Day

Join a picnic-centric event like a charity or school event on International Picnic Day, or make your own picnic to appreciate food in a new light.

It’s often claimed that life is no picnic – but today it is! International Picnic Day is a chance to eat out in the open air with friends or family.

Placed conveniently in the middle of June, for many people this means that the weather should be fine and the sun shining (at least in the northern hemisphere). But even if the weather doesn’t want to cooperate, an inside picnic can be a great substitute. Just spread a blanket out on the floor and enjoy a simple meal!

So get that picnic basket ready and get started celebrating International Picnic Day.

History of International Picnic Day

The word “picnic” probably gets its origins from the French language, specifically from the word “pique-nique”. It is believed that this type of informal outdoor meal became a popular pastime in France after the French Revolution in the mid-1800s when it was possible again to get out into the country’s royal parks. However, even if it began in France, it has become a lovely activity that has spread all over the world.

As fans of Jane Austen novels will know, 19th-century picnics in England became elaborate social occasions, with menus featuring a wide range of cold meats and pies that took days to prepare.

Over the years, picnics have sometimes come to represent the gathering of the common people in political protest. One of the more famous of these was the Pan-European Picnic that took place in the summer of 1989 at the border of Austria and Hungary. It was part of many protests against communism that year that led to the fall of the Iron Curtain.

More recently, in 2009, the Guinness Book of World Records made note of the record for the largest picnic in the world. It took place with more than 20,000 people in Lisbon, Portugal.

Today’s picnics might be a bit more casual, sometimes just a few pieces of bread and cheese thrown into a paper bag and eaten on a park bench will suffice. A picnic can be centered around just about anything the participants want it to be, including games and other outdoor activities.

International Picnic Day is celebrated in many countries–a simple opportunity to enjoy the beauty of eating outside!

How to Celebrate International Picnic Day

Those who want to get in on the fun can find plenty of opportunities to celebrate this enjoyable day. Consider these creative ways of celebrating or come up with a list of your own:

Join a Picnic Day Event 

Charity events, school picnics and all kinds of other group meals are organized to mark the occasion. Check with a community board or website to see if any picnics are planned locally. Look particularly at local parks or museums that often plan these types of events. If they are having one nearby, join in. If not–go ahead and organize it!

Have a Personal Picnic for Lunch or Dinner

A great way to celebrate International Picnic Day is to bike, walk or hike to a nearby beauty spot, or just take your sandwiches and cold hard-boiled eggs into the garden and enjoy an al fresco lunch. Those who are at work for the day can just take their normal lunch hour to head out to a patch of grass or park nearby.

Other ideas for piling foods into a picnic basket include:

Sandwiches. Perhaps the perfect picnic food, sandwiches make everything easy. Just pile some meat, cheese, and vegetables on a couple of pieces of bread. Add a few condiments, such as mustard or mayonnaise, and it’s a great start for a picnic. 

Fruit. Most fruits come with their own natural packaging, making them the ideal food for a picnic. Grab some apples, oranges, bananas, or a giant watermelon to enjoy outside. 

Side Dishes. Easy salads, potato chips, or a tray filled with veggies will make a picnic super tasty!

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BASKET OF LIGHT, FLOR GARDUÑO, 1989

[bethestaryouareradio]

Full House

By Cynthia Brian

 “Having plants in your house is a natural way to continuously clear yourself!” Doreen Virtue

 With another four weeks to go before the start of spring, turning our yearnings for gardening chores to our indoor spaces is ripe with opportunities. For many years we relied on the debunked 1989 NASA report that claimed that houseplants cleaned up to 87% of dangerous VOCs (volatile organic compounds) in our interior air. We thought if we filled our homes with a jungle of plants, we’d breathe easier and even prevent colds. Many scientists still agree that plants do remove pollutants through a process called absorption, although how much is debatable. Recent studies indicate that while a few plants won’t do much purification, a full wall of plants will. 

 The living walls that we witness at airports and fancy hotels are scenic and inspiring as they freshen the air for the numerous clientele that transit. Creating a living wall of plants and flowers in our homes is not feasible for most of us. Yet, there are other benefits to including plants in our interior designs. 

 Benefits of Plants Indoors

 ü  Aesthetic Appeal: Plants add beauty to any room. Plants create a natural feeling, making the atmosphere more inviting and pleasant.

ü  Elevate Moods: Being around plants helps to reduce stress, improve moods, and boost cognitive function. Plants make people happy.

ü  Increased Oxygen Levels: Through the process of photosynthesis, plants convert carbon dioxide into oxygen. 

ü  Therapeutic Benefits: Tending to plants, whether outdoors or indoors, is calming and meditative. We create a healthier environment that is pleasing to the senses.

ü  Enhanced Productivity and Creativity: Studies have shown that plants in a workplace or study area enrich concentration, sharpen attention, and reduce both physiological and psychological stress.

ü  Healing Properties: Looking at greenery when recovering from an illness or surgery helps speed recuperation. Research has focused on patients in hospitals, not in homes, but my personal experience demonstrates that transporting nature to the sickbed, speeds the healing process. 

 Before you bring plants into your home, make sure to choose varieties that are safe for children and pets. For a list of toxic plants, connect with the resources of the ASPCA and the National Poison Control Center. Some plants could be toxic if ingested, and others may cause skin reactions. 

ASPCA website: https://www.aspca.org/pet-care/animal-poison-control/toxic-and-non-toxic-plants/a

 National Poison Control website: https://www.poison.org/articles/plant

  Goddess Gardener Recommended House Plants

 Sadly, two of my favorite indoor plants that are easy to grow, attractive, and flourish for years are on the poisonous list: Peace Lily (known to be an air cleaner) and pothos (a great climber or trailer). Below I’m listing houseplant suggestions that I grow.  I leave it to you to double-check for toxicity that would affect your family or animals.

 Orchid: I’ve never met an orchid that I didn’t love. The bad rap that orchids receive as being fussy is a myth. Basically, read the plant tag for best results, provide a few drops of water weekly, and ignore them. Mine are continuously reblooming.

Bromeliad: Super simple to grow, long-lasting, low maintenance, and minimal watering needs. Before the flower dies, the plant will produce offsets, called pups, around the base.

Snake Plant: Referred to as “Mother-in-Law’s Tongue” tolerates low light and minimal moisture. This plant is almost impossible to kill. 

Spider Plant: Known as the “Airplane Plant”, this plant is perfect for beginners. It’s easy to care for, produces long, cascading stems, and is great for hanging baskets or trained to a trellis.

Philodendron: Foliage comes in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors. Prefers moist soil and vines to eight feet or more.

Parlor Palm: Add a bit of the tropics to your office. Great in dim light. Only prune dead fronds. Don’t overwater. 

Fiddle Leaf Fig: Slow growing to fifteen feet or more. This plant prefers east-facing windows. Water only when the top inch of the soil is dry and never feed during the winter months.

Aloe: Every home needs an aloe plant for medicinal purposes. If you get a burn or a cut, snip a piece of aloe to soothe the area. Aloes prefer to be root-bound in sandy soil and require very little water. 

Croton: Growing in warm, humid climates outdoors, crotons may reach eight feet, but indoors, they offer an explosion of color in a small pot when ideal temperatures above 60 degrees are maintained. Place pebbles with water under the pot to increase humidity.

 These favorites are all relatively low maintenance and will thrive in a variety of environments. They are terrific choices for beginner indoor gardeners as well as those with more experience. As always, when you make a purchase, carefully read the plant instructions tag and follow directions. The number one cause of house plants failing to succeed is overwatering. 

 No matter what your lifestyle, add a touch of hassle-free greenery to your home and enjoy a full house of indoor nature to keep you happy, healthy, and gardening rain or shine.  

Happy Gardening and Happy Growing!

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[asteticas]

FLOR GARDUÑO — “CANASTA DE LUZ” (BASKET OF LIGHT), FROM SERIES "WITNESSES OF TIME," ©1989. (AT GUATEMALA)

[federer7]

Canasta de Luz, Guatemala (Basket of Light), 1989

Foto: Flor Garduño

[theluminoussunflower]

charlie dalton: the teacher

richard cameron fought tooth and nail to get charlie the civics teaching position

why? couldn't tell you

but charlie is determined to actually be a good teacher

he wants his students to like him but he also wanted the little rascals to do well

he makes lesson plans, like a dumbass

he never follows them

like, he'll start off on The Point

but then his students will ask questions, and they'll get off on a tangent, and then suddenly, the hour is over

he almost never gives out homework, purely because he doesn't want to grade it

he said that on day one

"i know you guys don't like homework, and frankly i don't either"

of course, students have to write essays or do discussions with other students, but it's a very lightweight class

and he's very forgiving

for example, pittsie wasn't able to write an essay over a weekend because he had to help his dad after a surgery

he thought he would be able to manage it, but he couldn't

charlie just let him turn it in late, no points off

"you're taking care of your dad, kid, i'm not gonna penalize you for that"

or the time he let evan out of a discussion because yom kippur was that weekend

which evan was very grateful for because he wanted to, you know, refrain from work over the holiest day of the year

(charlie does this with other students, not just the sons/daughters/nieces of his friends)

charlie quickly gains the reputation of being the cool teacher

he never wears a suit

almost never wears a tie

he has a blatant disregard for welton's rules

like, he lets kids eat in class

(he has a snack basket but it's just filled with crumpled pieces of paper... not sure what that's about)

but he also encourages students to voice their opinions

if they disagree with another student, politely state your case

if they disagree with him, politely state your case

no student has changed his mind yet, but who knows?

anyway

he's very relaxed

he wants the best for these kids, they go through so much already

one day, he noticed his students weren't as talky as they normally were in class and he asked what was up

someone said they were getting kicked in the ass with trig and latin with both classes having quarter exams coming up

so, charlie said "you guys can have the rest of the hour off, just stay in the room and don't be disruptive, get some studying done"

the next few classes, he did the same thing

thirty minutes of lecture/teaching

twenty minutes of study time for the students

and what do you know? students in his class did excellent on those exams

it's almost like these students are so bogged down with studies that they physically don't have time to do it all, thus setting unrealistic expectations and standards for them for the rest of their lives, gee i wonder if there will be any repercussions from that

another time, he was talking with todd about how amelia was doing

apparently, french sucked and she wasn't having fun with her teacher

todd felt like it would have been wrong and unprofessional to interfere

charlie did not

now, not much is known about the Welton Shaving Cream Incident of 1989

all that's known, is that monsieur conan walked into his classroom that morning and the desks, the chalkboard, the lights, the chairs, and the door handle were all covered in whipped shaving cream

no student ever owned up to it

cameron couldn't prove any student did it

so it just remained this unresolved mystery...

...for like four hours and then charlie told his class that he did it

"if i get fired, i'll know one of you finked, ask mr cameron what i do to finks"

("dad, what did mr dalton do to finks"

*cameron flashbacks*)

amelia knew she should have said something

but it got her the weekend to study for a quiz so...

"yeah i have no idea what happened"

speaking of todd, now that they were at the same workplace, they got to hang out more often

they would go out to dinner, go to welton rowing matches, walk in the park

todd apologized for the distance that grew between them, but charlie told him not to

they would talk about their kids

of course, amelia

charlie has three, two from his first marriage and one from his third (virginia, john, and charlotte, respectively)

he has a stepson from his second marriage who he still keeps in contact with called liam

they're all grown now, virginia's gonna be married next year, john just finished his graduate degree at dartmouth, charlotte just started studying law at harvard, and liam just finished his undergrad from nyu

he's immensely proud of them, how could he not be

they didn't turn out like him

"now wait a minute, you turned out just fine, you're alive!" todd immediately regretted saying that

"but here i am, back at my old high school, never thought this place would take me back"

"cam took you back, charlie, i wouldn't have imagined in a million years it would have worked out between you two"

charlie smiles "yeah it's nice huh?"

they're pretty solid though

and hey, now that charlie's back in town, he can see all of his old friends!

he practically leaps into knox's arms when he sees him again

of course, he doesn't do that with pitts, with the cane and all, but they hug

parent-teacher evaluations are really funny

"yeah your son literally never turns in his homework, he's always backtalking, he's generally a shithead and i don't know why he's in this school"

"..."

"i'm kidding, richie's doing great, cam"

but charlie's pretty strict on one thing

under absolutely no circumstance can a student say they hate themselves or that they're gonna hurt themselves

it's literally the only time he will say "watch your language"

for example:

"jesus this assignment makes me want to k*ll m*self"

"hey! watch it, mister"

he would only want to hear that if a student actually meant it

if a student came to him saying they were thinking of killing themselves, he would take it one hundred percent seriously

he can't imagine what he'd do with another death at welton

but at the end of the day, he's grown to love these stupid kids

he loves teaching

he loves seeing todd and cameron every day

it seems like there are good days at welton once more

who knew it would all be because of the return of charles dalton?

"i think the integration of the schools is more likely"

"hey cameron, cmere"

"what—OW!"

~

taglist!!! (pls lmk if you want to be added or removed)

@chloe-octavia

@aedan-mills

@regina-della-poesia

@justanotherpjofan

@sapphicnoel

@iguanamuppet (i think your tag should be working!!!)

[megamanrecut]

Mega Man Recut playlist

:D Since a some of you shared your amazing Recut inspired playlists, I slapped together a quick 90s(...ish) playlist for Recut, organized by season:

Youtube: Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 0 | Season 3 

Disclaimer: My taste in music ranges from annoyingly popular to WTF was that

Disclaimer 2: Some of the lyrics fit very well, others are just for mood/vibes/whatever

Disclaimer 3: Okay it doesn’t really work as a playlist BUT this sorta showcases  moods for different characters. Click below to see text list (most songs are well known) with author notes why I selected. 

lol I hope these links work! I don’t have all the Robot Masters but it was getting long:

Season 1

Wheezer, “Buddy Holly” (1994) - Mega Man vibes (I have trouble picking out songs for Rock, so got idea from @go-west-young-meowth ‘s playlist :D geek rock bands are perfect for him)

Joan Jett “Bad Reputation” (1980) - Roll vibes

Pantera “Walk” (1992) - Roll (for now out of laziness) (*Okay so for Roll, I always pictured Roll liking metal bands that liked dressed all goth/halloween like Slipknot or Ramstein and such WHICH I ASSUMED 90s band did. But they didn’t really. So I did the best I could. idk I got kinda frustrated while researching lol)

Beethoven, “Symphony No.7, 2nd Movement” (1811-1812) - Dr. Light

Nirvana, “Lithium” (1991) - Proto Man vibes 

Cowboy Bebop OST, “Tank!” (1998) - Proto Man (Nirvana (though cliche) fits well as a 90s grunge influence for Proto, while if Recut had a soundtrack, something cool and Blues/Jazzy like the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack would be nice for Proto’s scenes)

Herman Stein, “Revenge of the Creature” (1955) - Wily (really anything with the theremin works lol)

Kevin Manthei, “Invader Zim Ending Theme” (2001) - Wily again (why not)

Danny Elfman, “The Batman Theme” (1989, 1992 BTAS)  - Syndicate vibes

The Immortals, “Mortal Kombat” (1995) - Cut Man!

Village People, “Macho Man” (1978) - Guts Man (sorry this was all I could think of, I’m sure it could be a karaoke???)

The Aquabats! “Super Rad!” (1997) - Gyro Man (was torn between this and pool party :D also Beck probably works)

House of Pain, “Jump Around” (1989 )- Ring / Magnet

Beastie Boys, “Sabotage” (1994) - Ice / Metal / Magnet / Ring? (lol I’m sorry!)

Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta (1997) - Metal Man

Season 2

Tom Cochrane, “Life is a Highway” (1991) - Top Man

Foo Fighters, “My Hero” (2006) - Mega Man (Someone once told me this reminded them of Recut Mega Man a long time ago. Guess it fits with Nirvana being strong Recut Proto Man influence? D:)

Hole, “Violet” (1994) - Roll 

Nine Inch Nails “Head like a Hole” (1989) - Roll (...for now out of laziness. Probably White Zombie/Metallica/Tool/whatever would have worked too. All the 90s metal bands)

Nirvana, “Come as you are” (1991) - Proto Man (...90s anthem? :P but it fits!)

Cowboy Bebop OST, “Bad Dog No Biscuits” (1998) - Proto Man

Beethoven, “Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement” (1801) - Dr. Light

Beethoven/Maganeko, “Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement (remix)” (2018?) - Dr. Cossack, also Proto Light

Howard Shore, “Ed Wood Titles” (1994) - Wily, NotLMB (theremin again but this time Tim Burton 90s haha)

Debussy, Claire de Lune (1905) - Centum

Green Day, Basket Case (1994)- Ring Man, Magnet Man?

Spin Doctors, Two Princes (1991) - Top Man(ish) again

Spice Girls, “Wanna be” (1996) - Kali Cossack

Soundgarden, “Black Hole Sun” (1994) 

The Verve, “Bittersweet Symphony” (1997) - Snake Man

Season 0 - (corresponds with chapters with one bonus)

Beethoven, “Für Elise” (1867) - Prologue: Proto

Beethoven – “Pathetique 2nd Movement” (1798) - The Secret

Beethoven, “Pathetique Sonata 1st Movement” (1798) - Stuck

Beethoven/MusicalBasics “Für Elise Nightmare” (2020?) - Cracking Up (ignore lyrics haha)

Beethoven/Imagine Music, “9th Symphony: Ode to Joy (remix)” (2020?) - More Secrets

Walter Murphy, “A Fifth of Beethoven” (1976) - Breaking Out

Cowboy Bebop OST, “Rush” (1998) - Building an Army

Cowboy Bebop OST 2, “Don’t Bother None” (1998?)

idk Proto may be a whiner Beethoven’s alright

Season 3 (Incomplete)

The Ventures, “The Twilight Zone Theme” (1964)

DALI, “Moonlight Densetsu” (1992)

Cowboy Bebop OST, “Cat Blues” (1998)

Nirvana, “All Apologies” (1993)

Pixies, “Where is my mind?” (1988)

Rage Against the Machine, “Bulls on Parade” (1996)

Beethoven, “Ghost” (1809)

Andrew Gold / The Living Tombstone, “Spooky Scary Skeletons (remix)” (2014?)

Queen, “Flash” (1980)

Beethoven/MusicalBasics, “Moonlight Symphony Nightmare” (2020)

Honorable Mentions

Billie Eilish, “Bad Guy” (2019) - ...Elec Man and/or Elec/Proto vibes? (I’m sorry, I’ve thought this for awhile)

The Toadies, “Possum Kingdom” (1994) - same as above (if you don’t take lyrics literally), 90s flavor) though seriously need to research 90s EDM (I guess) because Elec Man is the only main cast member not to have any songs

Neu Tickles, “I am Ninja” (2006?) - Shadow Man (for obvious reasons... :S), LOL warning has very explicit lyrics

There’s a lot of other amazing 90s bands (there’s a lot of amazing bands from any decade) sorry to those I didn’t feature :( 

Okay now that this is published I’m going to listen to these for these first time lol

[pop-punklouis]

If you had to assign each Taylor album one month of the year how would you do it? (or zodiac signs if you prefer)

oooo this is a fun one! i’ll do months bc zodiac is too hard to pin down for me with albums.

• Self-Titled: August

A month that reminds me of the anxious itch of school bells ringing, apprehensive change, the naivety of youth, the innocence of friends that haven’t given you an expiration date yet, fresh starts with the excitement of the unknown sitting between your chattering teeth, adolescence.

• Fearless: September

A month that is filled with tides of change. A shift in the air, a subtle change of color in the leaves, whirlwind emotions tied to faces that were once strangers not too long ago. Hazy sunday drives, brisk mornings ending in humid evenings that match the indecisive emotional maturity of the heart beating in your chest. blossoming.

• Speak Now: April

A month of inbetweens straddling the cool of the winter and the sun’s beckoning rays of spring. a cold shoulder of memories attached to faces that used to have flowers blooming in your garden. flowing dresses running across morning grass and pastel shades painting the sky. sipping warm coffee while inking names to places and things. the waking of nature yet the bittersweet end to a season that feels unfamiliar to you now as the warm wind whips through you. plucking of flowers. growth.

• Red: October

A month soaked with the dustings of this record. Autumn leaves weeping as they fall, creating shades of burnt embers in their wake. tightening of chests at the first cold morning dew. worn books and record sleeves from late night ponders. crackling of firewood as two pairs of feet huddle closer for warmth. dusk-ridden bed sheets that’s entangled in two, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. cinnamon candy. flurries of goodbyes. pumpkin farms and comfort food. bittersweet.

• 1989: June

A month that acts as the height of summer. sea-salt scented hair and sticky sweet fruit. humid heat off the pavement and ice cream cones. polaroid flashes and wide smiles that could crack the horizon. frenzied sugar highs of young love and new love and crushes galore. lipstick stained coffee mugs. twinkling starlight and the fresh smell of grass as two lay on a blanket pointing up at the sky. playground swings at sunset. infinite dreams. hopeful minds. endless days that never bleed. anticipation.

Reputation: January

A month that feels like the longest of the year after several holidays and festivities. cold winds and grey skies. new year’s day and flecks of gold. new beginnings and reinvention. soundless potential. wandering hearts wrapped in dark clothes. light cigarette smoke. drizzling days and frosted glass windows. brewed coffee while flipping through the newspaper. kaleidoscope of memories filled with who you were and who you want to become. determination. charcoal eyes. reflection.

Lover: February

A month of chocolate boxes and hues of pink. reminds me of grand confessions and soft, button noses. glitter gel pens and handwritten notes. hearts being tattooed to sleeves and blooming petals that cascade. lovers faces lit up by a candle’s glow. sudsy baths and kisses that taste like the sour of red wine. toothy grins that feel at home dancing around the living room floor. the subtle flashes of touch on evening car rides. humming in tune to the stereo. daylight.

Folklore: May

A month that orbits the beginnings of the summer’s daze. Bright green leaves bursting to life as the trees bend at the sun’s early morning rays. The soft flutters of a butterfly’s wings and picnic baskets full of baked goods. Woods echoed with the laughter of memories told and anecdotes swapped. the babbling brooks and peaceful silence as one steps across the fields. journals filled with ink-smudged words. kisses met with the light of fireflies. worn guitar strings that lays music underneath green eyes or soft laughter or fingerprints left on one’s frame. the fuzzy texture of peaches. breathing deeply. lantern glows. raconteurs.

Evermore: December

A month that sweeps in blankets of snow and stardust. Plaid-stained jackets and the scent of mixed potpourri. Whispers among bonfires with ever present glances across rooms. bright rouge painted to lips and tears soaked to the pillows. the highs of familiar holiday cheer and the lows of second thoughts. unexpected greetings. icy hands but melting smiles. sacred cuddles with hazy morning rays filtering through the glass. blowing air into one’s cold palm. rosy noses and glassy eyes. the phone’s worn-thin buttons. late night drinks. sobering realizations. content.