#because Jeff is an asshat

[queenie-ofthe-void]

I've seen a few secret admirer Steddies going around where Steve's the one giving the notes (which I LOVE! I feel like those aren't as common)

But I headcanon Steve as having the worst handwriting. Therefore, I present platonic partners in crime CheerKing (is that right? Idk)

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Under no conditions would Steve ask Carol to write the notes. But he's always liked Chrissy, and she seems trustworthy.

They strike up a deal. Chrissy will dictate Steve's notes and drop them in Eddie's locker herself. In return, Steve has to act as her fake-boyfriend to keep Jason at bay.

Then SHENANIGANS! Eddie gets feelings for Admirer, he sees Chrissy slip a note in his locker after Hellfire one evening. He's never had someone crush on him before, and he's straight (cue internalized homophobia, childhood trauma, big feelings for Steve he can't process) so he tries to convince himself he likes her.

The only problem is she's dating King Steve. Eddie hates the guy, with his stupid shiny hair and his big brown eyes and his moles and his smile... why does he get all the girls? Chrissy's the first girl to ever like him and of course Mr. Dreamy is dating her. They're not even clingy like he was with Wheeler so he probably doesn't even like her that much, just sees her as a rebound.

Eddie actually replies to the notes, leaving them in the library books Admirer tells him to. Steve knows Eddie likes Admirer, the pieces of Steve he shares in the notes, and it's the only way Steve gets to talk to him and he lives for it. But instead of Eddie asking who Admirer is, Steve watches as Eddie starts flirting with Chrissy. Steve gets all hurt and jealous because he thought Eddie was gay but now he's unsure. Still, he can't give up getting Eddie's replies, so he keeps writing.

Does Chrissy play along to keep Steve's secret even though this guy is crushing on her? Chrissy really likes Eddie, but she likes him as a friend. She decides to not tell him he's mistaken, because she wants to keep getting invites to band practice at Gareth's so she can spend more time with their cute friend Jeff.

Let's make it even more complicated! Instead of Tammy Thompson, Robin has a crush on Chrissy and sees her slip a note into Munson's locker on her way out of band practice and decides she's going to tell Steve to take him down a peg and hopefully breaks up with Chrissy. They then have a bathroom scene: she's been watching Steve and Chrissy for months and tells him how it's fucked up that he follows Eddie around, stares at him across the cafeteria, etc (she's saying it's bc Steve's jealous / Steve thinks she's calling him out). So he confesses, and cries. She feels like an asshat so she comes out too. They're just two gay idiots in love with straight people (only one of them is wrong. Sorry Robin!! Idk how to fix that part).

Steve starts coming with Chrissy to Hellfire night. Steve's doing it for protection from Jason, who's getting increasingly angry about Chrissy and Eddie. Eddie thinks Steve's being nice because he's sizing him up, trying to insert himself in between him and Chrissy in some macho way.

It all comes to a head when Jason catches Chrissy hanging with Jeff in the library (she's told Jeff EVERYTHING and is picking up Eddie's last reply). Jason hears them talking about Eddie planning to ask Chrissy out and decides to follow Eddie out to the quarry after school. Robin saw Jason pull out behind him and runs to tell Steve before he starts practice.

Steve rushes out and saves Eddie, then brings him home to patch him up. Eddie's pissy about it, Steve thinks it's adorable but frustrating. Jeff and Chrissy stop by the trailer when Eddie misses practice.

Eddie confesses his feelings to Chrissy, but she's holding hands with Jeff. Steve's forced to admit he's Admirer, sending Eddie head first into a sexuality crisis. But it's happy ever after so it's all good.

We get platonic hellcheer, platonic kingcheer (??), platonic stobin, Jeff x Chrissy (corrodedcheer??), and Steddie.

Idk there's something here but I don't want to write it lol Too many POVs and through lines for a person who already has a million WIPs.

[arceus-insanity]

Why Did Teen & Tween Girls Love Creepypastas so Much?

The creepypasta fandom was my first fandom, it introduced me to fandom when I was 13 and every once in a blue moon, I check in on it. But why was it so popular amongst young girls? Part of it is that the line between ‘canon’ and fandom was made of tissue paper with a ton of holes. It allowed a feeling of engagement and belonging as anyone could add to the lore, and there was a possibility of your story or character taking off.

But after seeing the endless anti-writing advice of WhY dOeS eVeRy ViLlIaN nEeD tO bE cOmPlEx! No Tragic villains! We only want evil for the sake of being evil! I’ve been thinking about how all the creepypastas have sympathetic backstories, more of the creepypasta characters have tragic backstories than murderers.

Now I’m all for evil characters who are just asshats like Jack Horner (Dreamworks Puss in Boots 2), or the classic Disney villains, but so many spout this ‘advice’ without getting into why evil for the sake of being evil villains are good, or the pitfalls of tragic or complex villains, hence why I’m calling it anti-writing advice.

So why did tragic creepypasta characters work so well?

For starters and addressing one of the most dissed aspects, is the story quality, while with anyone writing or adding to the fandom quality varied to extreme degrees, most of them including one of the most well-known (Jeff the Killer 2011) was shit. These stories weren’t popular because they were well written, they were popular because they were engaging. They are like campfire stories, their value wasn’t based on quality but on the ideas they had. 

Now Teen girls and tweens are shamed for everything (See all the criticism Turning Red got for being ‘cringey’), they are dealing with the lack of respect a child gets and the expectations of an adult (to simplify). It’s also a common age for us to be discovering the darker elements of the world, assuming we haven’t experienced them ourselves yet. Many are dealing with bullies, or dealing with being catcalled or worse (a lot of the girl creepypasta’s were sexually assaulted, or betrayed by their partners). But I think a huge part of it is these characters let us live out our rage through them (to an extreme) (I recommend watching this short video on what I’m talking about, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2Ea8fwetA8). One of the criticisms I’ve seen for Encanto is how peacefully the movie has Mirabel treat Alma after everything. Part of that was to allow viewers to live out the idyllic ending that many people who relate to Mirabel in her mistreatment by her family and community where their (for lack of a better word) abusers realize they were wrong and change. The group levelling this criticism or writing and/ or reading many of the fics on ao3 want to enjoy the other confronting your abuser fantasy, the revenge route, whether that be violent or not.

Jeff the Killer; Woods (2011) Vs Hodek (2008)

Now him and Slenderman being the most famous creepypasta’s out there, Jeff’s story is known for how shit it is. The famous 2011 Woods version isn’t going to win any rewards for its writing, but it’s not the original, so why is it the famous one, especially as I heard the OG was better, or at least more realistic? Well, I read the original, watched the video, the wiki and the official DeviantArt summary for it, and wondered how the Hell is this better written or more realistic, maybe by a molecule. It was harder to follow along how Jeff Hodek became a killer. But more than that, he was boring and what could have made him a ‘relatable’ (read understandable or even interesting) character was only in the summary and didn’t have any focus on it.

Meanwhile Woods, in the main confrontations in his story, didn’t start them. First, it was some violent kids going after him and his brother and not being prepared for someone who could and would fight back, albeit very violently. This is followed by the adults (his parents and the police) only listening to one side of the story and refusing to do any further investigation, which Liu purposely takes the blame for getting taken to juvie. His mom forces him to attend some random little kid's birthday party so she can fit in even after the prior events, where those bullies then show up to attack him again. Jeff wins again but arrives at the hospital with his signature white skin. And when he gets home and ends up killing his parents, it's after his mom says “get the gun”, after finding him mutilating himself in the bathroom, not call the doctor, or authorities, kill him that's the call. The only time he starts an incident is at the end of the story, and the start which takes place after so he’s on the run in this, and how far the violence goes isn't shown in those instances. Is this some badly written power fantasy bullshit, yes, but it’s interesting, it’s engaging, and Jeff can be used as a way to vent rage with a needed amount of distance

Eyeless Jack: Everyone Gets Backstories

Eyeless Jack is a perfect example of how every popular creepypasta character had a tragic past because he did not come with one. In his original story, he’s just a scary monster who breaks into someone’s home, steals an organ and the next night kills someone in that house. There are some interesting aspects, such as his surgical knowledge and the evidence that Eyeless Jack eats people, but most he seems to be a cross between a slasher and a monster. Then someone else gave him a backstory. It had him as a medical student that a cult sacrificed to some god turning him into Eyeless Jack. And for the most part everyone accepted that as Jack’s backstory, to the point his wiki had to include it

Carrying This over to The League of Villains (My Hero Academia)

Now years after the fact and a couple of fandoms later, I finally give in and read My Hero Academia. Now the fan content that pushed me into the series were major Midoriya fans and of Class 1A. And the Fics I first sought out reflected this, but it did not stay that way. I ended up becoming a massive fan of the League of Villains, and my opinion of Deku, 1A, the Heroes, and their supporters soured more and more over time. I found that the LoV weren’t the system failing but working exactly as intended, as not only were we shown the humanity (& backstories) of the League, but the ‘heroes’ constantly making disturbing decisions and doubling down.

A huge part of why I got into the series was because the early arcs seemed to present themselves as not just being a hero story but a story that challenged the toxic elements of not just its society but others as well. But as it went on not only did the protagonists fail to live up to that, but so much of the later arcs reframe the beginning arcs for the worse. The League however delivered on what drew me to this series, there were other elements, like the smaller cast allowed there to be some actual focus & development on the characters in the short moments we got with them.

While we were constantly with the heroes, we were constantly being introduced to new characters, and focusing on the supposed ‘greatness’ of an abusive monster, and spoiled abusive brat. The solutions the hero side showed were painfully superficial, avoided dealing with any of the root issues caused by their ‘wonderful’ hero society, doubling down to hell & back and more often than not just plain stupid & ignorant.

Why I Can’t Like the ‘Good’ Victims

Part of what inspired this post was another post (It’s been months since I saw it so this isn’t an exact quote) saying that Dabi (Touya Todoroki and one of the main members of the League) was the rage of eldest daughter syndrome. Not Fuyumi, his younger sister by less than a year, and very blatantly parentified, Dabi.

Why? For starters, while Fuyumi’s intro page says she resents her abusive father, her actions paint a very different story. In practice, she’s the most eager to be a loving daughter, and constantly supports him, even against her younger brother Natsuo who doesn’t want to forgive him.

Rei is even worse for this, telling Fuyumi and Natsuo that she forgives the man who abused her to the point of a mental breakdown the first time we meet her, because he sent her a flower. And is seen at the end pushing his wheelchair around, so his caretaker.

Did I forget to mention that Touya was believed dead, at age 13, as the result of that thing’s ‘parenting’, read abuse and grooming

I want to like them, there are so many characters in this series that I want to like but I just can’t force myself to after reading this series. Because as a blatant of an example(s) the Todoroki family is, they aren’t unique.

This whole series demands that everyone be good victims, and shows that a good victim must not only be silent on their mistreatment, never act out in even the slightest way, but should support their abuser, the reward of which is going back to the same circumstances that enabled this to begin with.

[withacapitalp]

How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 20

Part Nineteen Part One Link to ao3

A huge thank you to so many people but it's especially @thefreakandthehair for betaing, being the best, and generally encouraging all of my nuttiness. Also a big shout out to Bowie ( don't remember your Tumblr my lovely!!) for doublechecking some sensititvity reading for me. Y'all rock!!!

Jeff had the decency to wait until Frank was safely in his house before he called Eddie out on his shit. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Jeff sighed the second the door closed behind Frank, leaving only the snow, Eddie’s headlights, and two best friends about to have an incredibly awkward conversation. 

“Driving you dicks home?” Eddie tried, hoping that he could fool Jeff into not having the uncomfortable conversation that was already beginning. He kicked the van into reverse, throwing a hand casually over Jeff’s seat as he turned and began to maneuver his way back to the road. 

“Eddie.”

It wasn’t much. It wasn’t anything really. Just his name, nothing more, nothing less, but it was Jeff’s tone. 

That voice, the voice he always used when he was trying to cut through Gareth and Eddie’s bullshit. Corroded Coffin had lasted all these years because of balance. Frank was their rock, steady and sure; Eddie and Gareth were the stream, bouncing and playing and whirling around in a daze; but Jeff was the earth around them. Jeff was everything, and Eddie might be their leader, but Jeff was the one that held everything together. 

And he was the only one who could get Eddie to drop the act with just one word. 

“Honestly, dude? I have no fucking idea what I’m doing,” Eddie sighed, slightly curling in on himself as he focused on the road. The snow was only mildly awful at the moment, but winter in Indiana could turn on a dime and Eddie wasn’t looking to run his van off the road just because Jeff was grilling him about his stupid little completely non-existent crush. 

“Well, what do you want from him?” Jeff asked, dragging the first word slowly out as he thought about what he wanted to say. Sometimes the other members of Hellfire would do things like that— talk slow or choose words carefully, just to try and avoid Eddie’s sparky temper. 

Unfortunately for him, Eddie was already worked up about this particular topic. 

“Great question!” Eddie snapped, going to throw his hands up before choosing to be wise and hold the wheel steady. A small squall was beginning to form around them, and his visibility was starting to cut to next to none.

“Okay, okay,” Jeff said, placating to Eddie’s need to be a bit of an asshat, “So what happened between you and Steve that’s got Gareth so pressed?”

If it was any other person in the car with him, Eddie might have been able to fake it. Even Frank might have fallen for a lie about Gareth’s hatred of jocks and conformity and how Steve was just a representation of that. 

But it was Jeff. Jeff, who was their Earth, who knew that Gareth’s grudge wouldn’t have lasted this long if it wasn’t motivated by protectiveness. That the only reason Gareth wouldn’t have started to warm up even a little bit was his need to make sure his people were safe. 

Few things in life were assured, but death, taxes, and Gareth Winston’s need to protect his own were all a given.  

“Steve probably doesn’t even remember, so it doesn’t matter,” Eddie muttered, evading the question just as he narrowly evaded a pothole that seemed to appear out of thin air on the road in front of them. The storm was picking back up again, and this was not the conversation to be having right at this moment.  

“Well, do you want him to fuck you?” Jeff asked bluntly, cutting through the fat and straight to the juicy meat of the problem. 

“Jeff!” Eddie blurted out, a nervous burst of laughter escaping along with his name. He took the risk of looking away from the road for a few seconds to give the other boy a wild-eyed look, but Jeff seemed unphased, cool as a cucumber as a lion’s smile began to curl on his face. 

“Do you want to fuck him?” 

Unbidden, a dozen images flashed through Eddie’s head. Steve in his bed. Steve shirtless. Steve underneath him with his hair splayed out on the pillows, wrists trapped in gleaming silver cuffs as he begged so pretty for—

No. 

No no no no no no NO. 

“Dude!” Eddie groaned, turning away from the road again to shout at Jeff. 

And then it happened. 

Jeff’s shit-eating grin disappeared, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates as he shouted a wordless warning cry and Eddie had less than a second to turn back to the road, slamming his foot on the brake and throwing his arm out to protect Jeff from the inevitable crash. 

There was something on the road in front of them. The snow made it impossible to see beyond the shape, but, whatever it was, it was massive. Huge, and hulking, with a dark shadow that sent a chill down Eddie’s spine, and he was sure his van wouldn’t survive the impact. 

But no impact came. 

His tires skidded, the van turned half a quarter, but no collision, no smashing glass, no pain. Just twin panting from him and Jeff, and an empty road all around them. 

“What was that?” Jeff whispered when he was able to form words again. 

“A deer, I guess,” Eddie murmured back, not really feeling all that sure of his answer. He had never seen a deer like that, but he also hadn’t really seen anything. His wild imagination wanted to run with it, but there was no point. Whatever it was, it was gone, and that’s what mattered. 

He leaned back against his seat, his heart still racing as he patted Jeff’s chest twice, slightly assured when he could feel Jeff’s heart pounding through his shirt as well.

“Sorry.” 

“Shouldn’t’ve distracted you,” Jeff mumbled, lacing his fingers together to hide how badly they were shaking. 

“Hey, not your fault,” Eddie said, knowing how Jeff’s anxiety tended to latch to any blame it could when it got tripped like this. Eddie tested the van, carefully pulling back onto the right side of the road. They stayed quiet as Eddie turned them towards Jeff’s house, driving at a turtle’s pace with both hands on the wheel. 

“I want to help him,” Eddie offered into the silence, eyes firm on the road. “If I can.”

When Jeff didn’t immediately respond, Eddie thought that was the end of the conversation, but as they approached Jeff’s neighborhood, the boy next to him spoke up again. 

“Steve needs the help. Something’s really wrong with him, Eds.”

“You’re turning over to Gareth’s side?” Eddie joked, the words thin and frail and instantly disappearing the second he put them in the air. 

“No,” Jeff replied, no veil of humor over his words. “There’s something wrong with him like there’s something wrong with me.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Eddie said on instinct, hating the bitter scoff Jeff gave. He pulled up to a stop sign and put the van all the way in park, turning in his seat and giving Jeff his full attention 

“Look at me.” Eddie ordered, waiting until Jeff’s dark eyes met his own in the dim light of the streetlamp before speaking again. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Jeff. Nothing.” He said, making sure that there was zero wiggle room in his voice. 

Because there wasn’t, and Eddie hated that his best friend thought there was. There was something wrong with Hawkins, with the country they lived in, with the world. There was something wrong with a species that somehow made color a defining factor in a person’s worth, but there was not, and never would be, anything wrong with who Jeff was.

“Fine, then something wrong happened to both of us,” Jeff amended, a ghost of a smile crossing his face at Eddie’s insistence. “Either way, just be careful with him,” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be giving Steve the shovel talk? Not the other way around?” Eddie joked, putting the van back in gear and turning onto Jeff’s street. 

“When you get him, I’ll give him the talk,” Jeff promised, crossing his heart as he did. 

When, not if. Just one word instead of the other, but a flush of warmth flooded Eddie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Jeff was right to use the word ‘when’, because Eddie’s chances were not even ‘if’, but he loved the positivity. 

“Have a good night, man,” Jeff said as they pulled into his driveway, holding out a hand for a quick shake as he unbuckled his seatbelt.  

“Hey,” Eddie called, grabbing the edge of Jeff’s coat as he stepped out of the van. “Us freaks stick together. Always.”

It was a little reminder, just a hint of a conversation they had over a year ago, but judging by the way Jeff’s eyes softened and his shoulders lowered, he knew exactly what Eddie was reminding him of. 

“Always,” Jeff echoed, squeezing Eddie’s wrist once before he hurried towards his darkened house and slipped inside. Eddie waited till the porch light turned off before sighing heavily, resting his head against the steering wheel for a moment before reversing again. 

Back to the lion’s den. 

The house was dark as Eddie quietly let himself back in, but the glow of the pool and the embers of the fire crackling in the fireplace gave just enough light to see the aftermath of the party. It wasn’t half as bad as some of the messes Eddie had seen from Steve’s previous parties, but it was still pretty messy. There would be a lot of cleanup coming tomorrow, and Eddie’s heart ached when he thought about Steve spending Christmas Eve alone cleaning up his house. 

Damn this boy. Eddie didn’t even celebrate Christmas, and here he was worrying over Steve about being alone for it. 

Maybe Wayne wouldn’t mind having one more person over for dinner. Usually it was just the two of them, but Wayne loved his strays almost as much as Eddie did, and Steve was an easy guy to care about. 

Eddie would ask him tomorrow morning. Call before anyone woke up and see what Wayne said. Then he would offer to help clean and ask Steve when it was just the two of them. After all, no one should be alone on the holidays. 

Eddie was so lost in his thoughts, that he almost missed the sound of an angel singing somewhere up above. 

Are you lonesome tonight?

Do you miss me tonight?

Are you sorry we drifted apart?

But no, there was no missing that voice. Eddie was a connoisseur of music, but he already knew that almost any other song was ruined for him. He was the cat caught by the canary instead of the other way around, lost in the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. It was deeper now, fuller, grown almost into a man from the boy he had been the last time Eddie heard him sing.  

Does your memory stray to a bright summer day

When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

He climbed the stairs slowly, drawn like a moth to a flame, knowing it would burn, but needing to be close anyway. 

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Outside the room now, Eddie could see it all while still staying hidden. Steve was sitting on the floor, his head leaned back against the bed that was filled to the bursting with his sleeping children. 

His entire self was on display for Eddie, not just his body, but his soul and his mind, a gift being given without knowing, and Eddie was too selfish not to take it. 

Is your heart filled with pain?

Shall I come back again?

This was the boy Gareth couldn’t see, but the one Eddie couldn’t stop looking for. A boy who knew their first memory together. Without a doubt. Who had never forgotten, no matter how much Eddie tried to convince himself he had. 

There was no other reason to pick this song. 

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

And without permission Eddie was thrust into a memory.

Despite it only being his sophomore year, Eddie was more than used to getting detention. In the two years since he had moved to Hawkins, Eddie had earned his ‘problem child’ status at least twice over. This particular afternoon, he was stuck sitting at a graffitied desk in the detention room because he dared to argue when his teacher told him that it was valid to not believe in evolution when it went against your religious beliefs. 

Evolution. The base of all humanity. 

She was wrong, but she was the one with all the power, so Eddie was the one in trouble. 

Still it could’ve been worse. Wayne had given him the van for his fifteenth birthday, so he wasn’t stuck waiting on the steps for a ride home after missing the bus. It wasn’t technically legal, but Hopper tended to look the other way as long as Eddie continued to give him discounts on ‘merchandise’. 

All Eddie had to do was wait out the clock. Mr. Whiter had already fallen asleep at the desk up front and at six, Eddie would be free. Maybe he could even stop at Benny’s. The man always gave him extra fries to bring home to Wayne, and Eddie was making good money now that Rick was in the slammer. He was the last dealer left in town, so things were looking up. 

Well things would be looking up, except the kid next to him refused to stop sniffling. 

Eddie muffled an irritated sigh, sliding his eyes over to take stock of the boy sitting across the way. Clearly a freshman, and obviously his first time in detention. He was looking around the room with wide-eyed horror, slightly terrified of every single thing he saw, and obviously trying to brush tears away from his bruised cheek and busted lip. 

Normally, Eddie would just tell him to shut up. That detention was barely anything to have to deal with in the grand scheme of things, but he had seen the fight that landed the kid in detention, and it had been bad enough to warrant some misery. 

One second he and another boy (obviously a friend given how upset the kid was) were laughing by his locker, and the next second they were exchanging blows. It had been bad, taking three teachers to separate them, and somehow this kid had gotten in trouble for the whole thing!

But Eddie had seen the start, and it was the other twerp that had thrown the first punch. Yet somehow, he was already on the bus home and this schmuck was stuck in detention with the Freak of Hawkins High

The unjustness gnawed at Eddie’s soul, and the longer the kid sat there doing nothing but brush at his already dry cheeks, the harder it was to ignore him. 

Fuck it. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon. 

Eddie grabbed his notebook, slamming it open to a fresh page and dragging his favorite purple pen across the paper, taking a cursory glance at Mr. Whiter’s snoring form before sliding his chair over to the other boy. 

“Hi!” Eddie said, throwing a big smile in the kids direction and hoping that would grease the wheels a little. Eddie knew how intimidating he could look to the rest of the world, and he liked it that way, but it sometimes made it hard to make friends. 

Sure enough, the kid startled the second Eddie spoke, looking at him the way a deer looks at the hunter right before they hear the death shot. He didn’t seem like the type to just outright tell Eddie to fuck off, but he did look massively uncomfortable with Eddie invading his space.  

Oh well, what was the worst that could happen?

“Wanna kill some time?” Eddie offered, holding up his notebook before placing it down on the desk in front of them. A tic tac toe board sat in the middle of the page, and a scorecard was up in the top corner with the word ‘Eddie' on one side and the words ‘Random Kid 'on the other. 

A barely there smile glanced across the kids face as he looked down at the page, and then those big brown eyes were on him. Eddie waited patiently, forcing his body to stay still which was actually a pretty herculean task— not that this kid knew. He had the worm on the hook and the line in the water, and now he was just waiting for the curious fish to bite. 

Whatever the kid was looking for, he must’ve found it because that same soft, shy smile was gifted to Eddie as he leaned down, rooting around in his backpack for his own pen. When he found the one he was looking for, he carefully crossed over Eddie’s purple writing, replacing ‘Random Kid’ with just one word instead. 

“Well, Steve, let’s hope your tic-tac-toe powers are better than your fighting skills,” Eddie joked, pleased when instead of getting mad, Steve’s cheeks darkened in a pretty little blush, and he simply ducked his head with a soft protest and an embarrassed smile. 

They played a few rounds in relative silence, the occasional quiet groan or cheer when one or the other managed to clinch a victory. It was nice, a little boring, but far preferable to what they had been doing before. 

And then Steve’s pen died. 

It was a slow death, long and drawn out with some furious scribbling to try and get one last juice for the squeeze. 

“Here, man, just take mine. I’ve got a spare somewhere,” Eddie offered, not even thinking twice as he gave away his favorite pen, even though he never let anyone borrow that pen. Wayne had gotten it for him on a day trip to Indianapolis for his birthday, just a tiny trinket to commemorate the day, and Eddie loved it to death. 

There was no way Steve could have known that, and yet he was looking at the pen like it was a live snake. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Steve asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the clearly treasured object in front of him. 

Eddie looked up at the other boy, furrowing his brow. 

“Why not?” Eddie said with a shrug, going back to his notebook with a plain black pen. He was scratching out another tic-tac-toe board to add to the dozens that were already on the page, but paused when he saw Steve wasn’t picking up his own pen. 

“People aren’t just nice,” Steve insisted, giving Eddie an unexpectedly guarded look. “They always want something…so what do you want from me?” 

“I want to make this afternoon a little less unbearable, I want to fight the system, and I want to make you feel better.” Eddie offered, quirking his head to the side and picking up his favorite purple pen to offer once more to the other boy, “Isn’t that enough?” 

They stared at each other for a long second, until Steve’s face broke into an incredulous smile and he ducked his head down. 

“You’re really weird,” he said with a soft laugh, taking the pen. It was a lovely sound, like birds singing in the morning, or the first soft strum of a guitar as practice began. 

Eddie needed to hear it again.

From there they were off, talking about everything and anything. Eddie shared about all of the  ridiculous reasons he had gotten detention over the years, and Steve explained that the other punk from the fight was Tommy, apparently his best friend for his entire life. They had lived next to each other since Steve had moved to Hawkins as a kid, and had done every single thing together. The reason Tommy had started the fight was Steve had told him he wasn’t sure he wanted to go to basketball try-outs tomorrow. 

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just want to try some other stuff too you know?” Steve said, looking up from their game to catch Eddie’s eye, “We’re in high school now, so it’s the time to try something new, isn’t it?” 

“Sure it is!” Eddie agreed eagerly, holding himself back from going on a diatribe about the laundry basket devils that ran the school and instead talking about all of the clubs he was in. He couldn’t really see Steve enjoying Marching Band or Creative Writing, but Drama might be a good fit, or maybe Art. 

“You could even join the new club I’m trying to start if you wanted,” Eddie offered, trying to stay casual but practically vibrating at the thought of having someone else to show Higgins that Hellfire was worthy of a place at the table. 

“A new club?” Steve asked. 

“Yea, it’s gonna be great,” Eddie started, taking a deep breath to start his long rant about the joys of dungeons and dragons, “So it’s called—”

“Alright boys,” a nasally voice droned from the front of the room. “Time to pack it up.”

Both boys jumped at Mr. Whiter’s interruption, and Eddie rolled his eyes, frustrated at being stopped right as he had started to get to the good stuff. The geometry teacher either didn’t notice or didn’t care, too eager to get back to his own home to do whatever geometry teachers did when they weren’t at school. 

If Eddie had to guess, it was probably fucking their wives with compasses while reciting geometric formulas as foreplay. That seemed right. 

“And don’t let me catch you in here again, Mr. Harrington. I would hope your parents had taught you better,” Mr. Whiter said as they trudged past him. His blank potato looking face was only showing the barest hints of disappointment, but that was still enough to make Steve cringe away.

“Yes sir,” he whispered, all joy from the last hour they had spent together vanishing in an instant.

“What? No warning for me Mr. Whiter?” Eddie inquired, batting his eyes and trying to take the attention away from Steve. 

“I don’t particularly like wasting my breath on hopeless cases, Mr. Munson,” Whiter droned, half raising one brow, as if shocked that Eddie would even bother to ask for an admonishment. “Try to get your homework done tonight, will you? I’d hate to add another zero to my gradebook,”

Hot shame rushed down Eddie’s spine, replaced quickly by a lightning fury that made his lips loose and his logic take a quick hike. 

“Well, I don’t particularly like making promises I can’t keep, sorry Tighty-Whiteys!” Eddie declared, grabbing Steve’s hand and dragging him away before they could get in any trouble because of Eddie’s big fat mouth. 

“Jesus H Christ, that guys a dick!” Eddie shouted, both boys laughing breathlessly as they burst through the doors of the school. 

“You gonna do the homework?” Steve said through his giggles. 

“Now? Hell no!” Eddie swore, cackling as he did and jumping up onto the low wall next to the school. “Gotta fight the system however you can, Stevie. Trust me. Listen to your elders.”

“Whatever you say,”  Steve said, continuing to laugh at Eddie’s antics. He idly looked around the parking lot, his mood starting to darken as he looked again, searching the parking lot again, but Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what for. 

Then Steve sighed, plopping down on the curb and wrapping his arms around his knees resting his chin on top of them and rapidly blinking. 

“What’re you doin’?” Eddie asked with concern, shocked at Steve’s sudden turn and hopping down from his spot on the wall. 

“My parents aren’t here,” Steve muttered glumly, staring out at the empty lot instead of looking at Eddie as he sat on the curb next to Steve. “The school called after the fight, and they knew when I was getting out, but my dad’s probably going to make me wait ‘till after dinner or something.”

It wasn’t exactly the most damning thing to say in the world, Eddie could think of a dozen things that his dad had done to him that were worse, but the thought of making his own son wait for hours in the cold and dark still made something in his stomach squirm. He could never imagine Wayne doing anything like that to him.

Steve curled up even tighter around himself, completely unaware of Eddie’s internal struggle. 

“God, I bet they’re so pissed.” Steve whispered into his knees. “And now my dad’s going to have to come get me, and he’s going to be even madder about that—”

“Why don’t I give you a ride home?” Eddie offered in an instant, shocking even himself with the boldness of the offer. He had just met the kid only an hour ago, but Steve’s genuine nature touched something in him, and there was a magnetic pull to want to help him that Eddie couldn’t quite explain just yet. “Then at least they won’t be mad at you about needing a ride, right?”

It would make more sense for Steve to say no, to try and play it off, but instead he was giving Eddie a watery smile and a look of gratitude as he nodded, starting to stand. 

Eddie had never really worried about what the van looked like, but as they walked towards where it was, Eddie jogged ahead, trying to throw the multitudes of wrappers and junk into the back where Steve wouldn’t see. Luckily for him, the younger boy seemed enraptured by the simple fact that Eddie had a car at all. 

“I want something cool like a Beemer or a truck, but my mom doesn’t want me to get a car ‘till I’m 18,” Steve said idly, pausing and furrowing his brow as he did, “She’s really weird about me driving for some reason.” 

Hopefully, she wouldn’t feel too weird about a random guy giving her kid a ride home in a kidnapper van. 

“Pick a tape for us to listen to,” Eddie offered as he climbed into the driver's seat, fighting with his seatbelt as Steve perused his choices. Unfortunately, Steve quickly skipped over all of the metal that Eddie had at the front of the pack, but soon familiar notes began to sing, and Eddie’s shoulders relaxed as he recognized the song. 

“Ahhhh, The King. A good choice,” Eddie commented as Elvis’s voice began to croon out into the air between them. 

“Who could hate this song?” Steve asked rhetorically, a wry grin on his face as the tune began to take shape.

“I always loved that nickname,” Steve said off handedly, staring out the window at the rows of corn, “King.” 

“You should steal it then,” Eddie said automatically. Sure, Steve was a kid right now, but Eddie could see it in his eyes. A few years, a couple more inches, and that kid would have the world eating out of his palm. That sweet nature, that funny little humor, ‘King’ wasn’t too hard to imagine when it came to Steve. 

“Maybe,” Steve replied, drawing out the word with a tone that showed that he wasn’t sure about that. He gave Eddie a few more directions, and they got closer and closer to their time being done together. A strange desperation started to make Eddie’s heart race, like he could feel the two of them pulling back into their roles, backing away from whatever they had this afternoon. 

“It’s got a good ring to it. King Steve,” Eddie pushed, pausing and making the turn into Loch Nora before he put his heart on the line. 

“Why don’t you blow off basketball try-outs tomorrow? Come to my club I’m starting instead. You can meet my friends.”

It was a chance, a choice. Steve could make the right one, and be one of them, or he could get sucked into Hawkins and all of it’s hell hole small town bullshit. Eddie was giving him an out. 

“That sounds really fun,” Steve said in a small voice, a secret smile shared between them before it was ruined by a shout from the house in front of them. 

“Steven!”

It was a woman’s voice, and Steve’s entire body stiffened. No more smiles, no more relaxing, Steve was a rod of pure steel, with a blank unaffected face. A man and a woman, Steve’s mother and father presumably, were standing on the porch together, twin faces of disappointed gravity that stole all of the air out of the van. 

“Well, wish me luck,” Steve laughed without humor, his fingers worrying over the straps of his backpack as he started to unbuckle his seatbelt. 

“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asked, already knowing in his stomach that he wouldn’t. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve said, the word so thin and frail now. 

And he was gone. Out of the car, and most definitely out of Eddie’s life. But if he was losing this like he seemed to lose everything, Eddie wanted to at least say a proper goodbye. 

“See you later Alligator!” Eddie shouted through the window. Steve turned back, haloed by the setting sun, looking far too angelic for a gangly fourteen year old. 

“In a while Crocodile,” Steve called back with a slight laugh, just a shadow of his former self, turning and rushing to his waiting parents who gave Eddie one last glare before slamming the door shut. 

Eddie waited a second, staring at the locked door and listening to the song on the radio, wishing that the burning in his eyes would just disappear the way Steve had. 

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and care?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain

Shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Eddie opened his eyes again, back in the present, to find Steve already watching him. 

In another world, things worked out differently, but not in this one. 

In reality, Steve didn’t come to Hellfire the next day. Tommy was at his locker bright and early, there to laugh the whole thing off and drag Steve to try-outs come hell or high water. Eddie had seen the whole thing, and he had known then and there Steve wasn’t one of them. Steve’s cheek was still bruised, but there were finger shapes on his wrist that definitely hadn’t been there the day before during detention. He had glanced at Eddie, but quickly glanced away, agreeing loudly that try-outs were going to be awesome. 

When Steve had caught his eye that day, when he had tried to say he was sorry without words, Eddie hadn’t been in a place to listen. He had a thousand chips of his own weighing on his shoulders, and an inability to see anything but his own opinion as right. 

There was no way to be two things at once, not back then. 

But that bruised beat up kid was in front of him again, big hazel eyes begging for forgiveness again. And this time, Eddie finally felt ready to give it to him. 

“Hi Alligator,” Eddie whispered, the words barely able to get out past the lump in his throat. A small smile graced Steve’s lips as his eyes began to shine in the dark. 

“It’s been a while, Crocodile,” Steve whispered back. 

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[crushedsweets]

Okay but would Kate ever get around to beating Jeff's ass? Ik she can't bc Ben and not being allowed to kill Jeff or wtv but if there was a scenario where it was allowed or maybe there wouldn't be any consequences for her, would she absolutely destroy that asshat?

yes. absolutely. toby does beat jeffs ass for nina (before ninakate happens), and BEN just thinks its funny because Jeff ended up completely fine. jeff was just limping a little the next day, nothing he cant walk off - which means bens laughing at him for it. BEN only gets pissy if jeff is so hurt he can't hang out (or dies, ofc)

if jeff tried going for nina AGAIN, kate would be on his ass in a second. the only issue is, she will kill him if nobody stops her. and then ben wont think that is funny . . .

it would upset nina, though. she can hate jeff all she wants, but she doesnt want kate (or anyone) tearing him apart

TLDR: KATE WOULD FUCK JEFF UP GIVEN THE CHANCE

[contentment-of-cats]

We now return to your regularly scheduled chaos of daily living.

When I was first diagnosed with cancer, it was as if my world stopped turning. I was terrified. Reading the diagnosis in my release paperwork from Asshat General, it felt like I was in freefall, looking at the ground rushing up at me, helpless. I went through the preparations for radiation and chemo in a daze, but over time the terror transmuted into... well... Tuesday. You get used to it, you live with it, going from one day at a time to what day is it? Your mind bends to accommodate.

Our consciousness is already bending to accommodate the loss of five lives out of thousands lost last week. The nature of their existence set them apart from the drowned of the Mediterranean and the dead in wars declared and undeclared. Your mind bends to accommodate. I asked my aunts and my gran years ago what it was like to live during WW2, and they replied that you just got up and got on with it. You comforted the friends who lost their sons and daughters, you hoped your family who stayed in Europe were all right, then you did the dishes and got the kids to school.

Our collective consciousness is bending, much of that bending accomplished by the media in its ever lasting mission to feed us adulation of the plutocrats and oligarchy as a goose is fed for foie gras. A friend of Nargolet said,

Cut for rage-inducing bullshit.

“And I’m tired of people coming in now to insult the high achievers and disparage wealthy people that want to break trail for the rest of humanity. “These are risk takers, risk takers have always driven humanity forward and taking risk is what distinguishes us as men, and it’s the divine spark."

The divine spark is apparently for wealthy male risk takers, heroically blazing the way. At least Jeff Bezos had the balls to go up in his own rocket, and Rush was piloting his own unclassed, insufficiently tested, experimental jack-job of a vessel. However, the difference between Bezos and Rush is a gulf of knowing what you do not know. Bezos hired experts, did not cut corners, and kept his ego out of it so that people could do their jobs. Rush openly spoke of hiring 25 year-olds because people with decades of experience under their belts were 'not aspirational' enough.

In truth, the only reason a company hires young, inexperienced people - however brilliant - is because they are going to pull some straight up bullshit and young folks are too intimidated to speak up. I am happier than I can tell you that Millennials and first cohort Gen Z are calling that shit out. I love you, babies. You are the revolution.

Nargeolet and Harding were both experienced adventurers. Of the two, Nargeolet had the experience that should have spotted any red flags with the sub. Were they inured to danger, as many adventurers become? Did they believe that after decades of not being shot that they were bulletproof? Did OceanGate use men like this as window dressing to give the impression of safety - or that safety is to be had two miles down in the dark and cold at 6K+ psi? In my opinion, the answer is yes. We become blase about danger - when we learn to drive, we're terrified as we pilot a ton of metal, plastic, and fiberglass in a parade of unknowable lunatics. Five years later, we hop in the car and go to the store thinking about nothing more than the price of gas or hamburger. I believe that Harding and Nareolet expected to come up Sunday evening, have a few beers and think about a TED talk.

I'm sorry that they didn't.

I'm sorry that Suleman Dawood, while being terrified, did not want to disappoint his dad. He might have looked at his father and these impressive men and his own thrill-seeker father and put aside his misgivings, assured that these adults of many years experience would not put him in danger. He might have been calmed by the fact that Stockton Rush, CEO of the company, would be their operator to the ocean floor. He wouldn't put his ass on the line if there was a hint of danger, right? If ignoring danger made it go away, those five men would be back in St. Johns right now, and Suleman would be thinking about heading back to university in the fall with one hell of a 'what I did on my summer vacation' talk.

I'm sorry that he's not.

His dad was not an adventurer. He was a thrill seeking partaker of extreme tourism, an expensive gilded-age hobby that has resurfaced in an era of unimaginable wealth, just as it did in the late 1800s and early 1900s. The plutocrats privatize the 'thrill of discovery' and put the onus on their extreme thrill seeking fuckups on the shoulders of the rest of us. Us - the dull, plodding class of people who can't look up from our jobs for a minute to dream of a vacation that won't put us in the hole or lose us our jobs. The rest of us who are one disaster away from homelessness, squeezed dry as the ladders of social mobility or even a comfortable few years of retirement are pulled up, rungs sawn out, left fighting for crumbs in a dystopia.

I'm bitter - yes.

Of all things, I hoped to leave the younger generation a better world.

Instead, I watch as the machinery of wealth-worship spins up again, knowing that people will stretch up their necks and willingly be stuffed for the table.

[weaselle]

"but then i finally had a thought that was far enough outside the box for me:

what if i instead of throwing money at something that doesn't work until solutions are found, I actually ignored what has been proven to work and spent unthinkable amounts of money on doing what experts say has already been proven to be a bad idea

... in short gentlemen, what if i threw money at what can already be done until it stops working at all?"

these dumb fucks, i hate them so much, if they really wanted history to remember them as great, they could sit around a table together with the world's leading experts on global issues and find a way to solve half the dire circumstances facing the world.

MEANWHILE:

Ruth Gottesman's billionaire wall street investor husband died and left her all his money recently... do you think she went to space? invested by buying all the houses families are struggling to afford? Funded extreme tourism for the wealthy?

nope. She put a billion dollars in a trust that earns interest income and pays the tuition of every student at a medical college, the Albert Einstein School of Medicine (one of the top 10% medical colleges in the country btw) so that not only current students, but all incoming students for the foreseeable future can become doctors without paying a cent in tuition. Because the world needs doctors -- the US alone is short about 86,000 doctors to properly care for the public.

Jeff Bezos' ex wife McKenzie Scott?

has donated more than 16 BILLION to charities and non-profits, including, for example, more than 4 billion to food banks.

THAT's what these fucking billionaire asshats COULD be doing with their money. Godsdamned space rockets and healthcare price hikes and buy-back profit schemes (the boeing shit is literally at the expense of public lives) i hope all those greedy ass shitstains fucking die today

"The Stoppables"

[xoxoavenger]

F*&% Them All

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N visits Eddie on a special night at Hellfire Club.

word count: 2737

warnings: allusions to sex but no actual smut, cursing

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"What do you mean you're getting married?" Dustin practically screamed as soon as Eddie had announced it at the end of that night's campaign. They were in the middle of the game, Dustin about to roll, when Eddie dropped the bomb as casually as telling someone what they ate for breakfast.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend." Mike frowned, watching Eddie roll his eyes.

"Well, she doesn't go to the goddamn high school." He smirked. He was waiting for her to come through the door, looking like the absolute babe she was, and knock the socks off of all these boys. She wasn't sure if any of them would know who she was, but honestly her looks alone were enough to take any of these dweeb's breath away.

"How the hell did you meet her then?" Dustin asked, making Eddie simply blink at him. This kid was going to run Eddie into the ground.

"My life does not revolve around you losers, believe it for not." Eddie sassed back, making Gareth and Jeff stifle a laugh.

"Did those asshats know and we didn't?" Dustin was getting heated, causing the other members of Hellfire to giggle slightly. Mike and Lucas pretending to be coughing when Dustin turned, but it was a poor acting job.

"Well, have you ever asked, Henderson?" Eddie questioned, making Dustin sigh, because as stupid as it was the older man was correct.

"No," The younger boy answered, annoyed.

"Right then," Eddie cocked his head slightly, smile returning. "I am getting married, and you fuckers are all invited." This caused another uprising from the group, however more positive this time.

"You're actually getting married?" Lucas questioned, and Eddie groaned.

"Like, you're having a ceremony?" Mike asked. Eddie put his hands on his head, wanting to pull out his goddamn hair.

"Was that not clear?" He was shouting now, causing the members of Hellfire to cringe back slightly. "How much more explaining do I have to do for you idiots to believe me!" He watched his group simply blink at him, knowing that their questions pushed him too far.

"You could bring her in to meet us at some point." Of course Dustin didn't know his boundaries, and he quickly realized as Eddie's eyes went wide that he had pushed the older man to his breaking.

"Listen here you little shit," Eddie was standing, his hands slamming against the table. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Dustin to piss him off, but he wanted it to be good. "You have been uninvited to the wedding." He decided on, sitting back and watching the kid shake his head and start to whine.

"No, no, no!" Dustin cried out, drowning out the sound of a girl's laughter through the hall and finally into the room.

"Who the hell have you uninvited to our wedding now, babe?" Her voice caused every man at the table to turn and stare. Walking down the hall and into the doorway, she stood, cheerful as ever, using one hand to wave at the boys.

"You're getting married to Y/N L/N?" Lucas asked, and Eddie smirked at all of their shocked faces.

"Present," Y/N smiled at the group as she stood in the doorway, both hands now behind her back.

"You said she didn't go to this high school!" Dustin argued, looking angry at Eddie again.

Y/N had gone to Hawkins High, graduated in three years and was captain of the cheer team. She graduated in '84 - two years prior - and was in Eddie's senior class the first time. She was the one who encouraged him to start the Hellfire Club his sophomore year, and even played with him on nights when she wasn't at practice or a game - which wasn't often, but she still did it.

So, Eddie had been in love with her for about five years at this point, even if they had only been dating for two of those years.

"No, I said she doesn't go to the high school. As in present." Eddie smirked, staring at his girl as if she put the stars in the sky herself.

"I didn't know kids still knew my name." Y/N smiled, watching all the boys melt. Her smile could melt cheese with how bright it was. Eddie wanted to just take pictures of her smiling forever and put them all over his room.

And then maybe he'd take some pictures where she wasn't smiling. Pictures that would stay in his wallet, for his eyes only.

"You used to go over to the Wheelers all the time to tutor Nancy." Lucas filled in, still staring at Y/N. She was older than the last time they had seen her, about three years older, and in that time she had grown into an adult. It was a strange sight for this kids, who had just seen her in passing years ago. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she looked at the table, her gaze settling on Mike.

"Mike Wheeler?" She gasped, her hands coming out from behind her back and showing off a small container with what could be cookies in it, causing all the boy's to stare. "You guys still hang out?" She looked at the rest of the group, obviously not realizing she had ruined her surprise.

"Baby," Eddie was obviously getting upset that the attention was not on him anymore. "What'd you got there?" He nodded to the container, and she gasped, as if she had suddenly remembered it.

"I made you guys cookies," She smiled, moving forward to put them on the table and take off the top. As she did so, she got close enough for Eddie to grab her waist and pull her into him, causing her to knock over the cookies. They fell all over the table, one falling not the floor.

"Eddie!" Dustin groaned through a mouth full of cookie, gesturing toward the now soiled cookie. Eddie rolled his eyes, tugging Y/N onto his lap more so that they were both sitting on the throne, Y/N's legs pulled over his lap and his hand venturing all the way from her calf to her upper thigh, slightly too high to be decent especially in front of children. The contact on her skin felt nice, since she was wearing a dress tonight for good impressions, however she knew Eddie probably needed to be stopped. She grabbed his wrist as he decided to go further, all the way to her ass. She tilted her head when he smirked at her, fingers twirling at her.

"There are children here," She whispered, leaning forward to put her face close to his. She scrunched her nose, and Eddie couldn't help but lean forward and kiss it, because she was just too cute. He then looked to see only a couple cookies left, and his face instantly changed to anger.

"Hey, dumbasses!" Eddie yelled out, the volume making Y/N close her eyes and lift her eyebrows. "Leave some for me! My wife made them!" He reached forward and snatched the rest, causing an uprising of groans.

"You're not married yet!" Dustin reminded the couple, finishing off his cookie.

"Too bad you'll never see it!" Eddie fired back, stuffing a cookie in his mouth to punctuate his sentence. Y/N smirked, grabbing his face and pressing a big, wet kiss to his cheek. It made him blush slightly, and she smiled at that as she turned his face for a proper kiss.

"Thank God." Dustin fired back, but they both could tell that he was hurt.

"He's joking," Y/N rolled her eyes as she broke away from the kiss.

"I'm not," Eddie shook his head, arm wrapped around Y/N and pulling her close, the other hand resuming rubbing up her thigh now that she had let go of his wrist.

"Eddie," She sighed, frowning. She knew she could get him to stop acting up, the same as she knew Eddie was joking. "You talk about Dustin, like, all the time." She tried hard to keep her pouting look as Eddie looked at her like she had just stabbed him in the back.

"You know my name?" In all truth for Dustin's question, she had figured it out in the combination of what Eddie has told her and what she remembered of the boys when she would tutor Nancy. Which, as she thought about it, was more her helping Nancy with some homework and then talk about the boys at school.

But, Dustin won't know that, and neither will Eddie.

"Of course. Eddie talks about all of you." She smiled at the group, who was looking at her and Eddie with confusion.

"He does?" Dustin asked, hope filing his voice even as he tried to act cool.

"No," Eddie removed one hand from Y/N's thigh to hold a finger out, trying to take control of his club once more. "No, I don't. And if I do, it's about Hellfire." Eddie looked back with pleading eyes at Y/N.

"Oh, Eds," She whispered, petting back his hair as if he were a child. Mike and Lucas shared a look at how annoying it was that Eddie still looked at her with big, soft, eyes. "Please, just reinvite Dustin." She put a hand on Eddie's chin once more, giving him a quick kiss.

"We don't even have a date set." He whined, his hand squeezing her thigh. She sighed, looking at the table that still had everyone's stuff and the empty container of cookies.

"Why don't you finish your game and then we'll go home and talk about wedding plans." She suggested, the boys watching as Eddie sighed and nodded.

"You heard the woman!" He yelled when the boys continued to just stare.

"What just happened?" Mike muttered, blinking. Sure, he had been in a relationship with El for awhile, but this was something completely different. Eddie seemed to be wrapped around Y/N's finger.

They went through the rest of the campaign, with Y/N cheering everyone on and giving Eddie good luck kisses for part of it, getting sleepy as she continuously shifted onto Eddie's lap even more; he was grabbing her up and making sure she was as close as possible, somehow shifting closer every time. Everyone was shocked that Y/N knew what she was talking about, that she knew was she was doing.

"You're looking at a founding member of Hellfire, boys." Eddie smacked a kiss onto Y/N's cheek, loving the way she grinned and curled into him.

"There's no way." Even Gareth was surprised at this, and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"She helps with every campaign." Eddie shrugged, smiling because he was finally getting to share his girl with his boys.

An hour later they were done, and Y/N was practically asleep by the time the last dice roll - she was completely straddling Eddie's lap now, her head resting on his shoulder and his arms around her ass, keeping her dress from flipping up and flashing everyone.

"I can't believe she has him wrapped around her finger." Mike whispered to Lucas and Dustin as he stared at the two on the throne while continuously putting his stuff away. Y/N had her cheek pressed against Eddie's chest now, hair covering her face mostly. Eddie was pushing her hair back, looking at her lovingly, the same he had all night.

"I bet she even tops." Dustin said nonchalantly as he slid his binder into his bag.

"Dude!" Lucas and Mike both yelled, grossed out at the thought of the couple having sex. Before Dustin could say anything back, Eddie was ready to kill them.

"Hey!" He whisper yelled, getting their attention. "Shut the fuck up!" He gestured slightly to the sleeping girl in his arms, who was moving slightly.

"Sorry," Lucas whispered, looking away quickly.

"Don't think I didn't hear you little shits talking about my sex life." Eddie grumbled, settling back into his throne and going back to being obsessed with the girl in his arms.

"We're never getting his full attention again." Dustin muttered as the three of them stared at the couple on the throne. Everyone else was leaving, muttering shit at Eddie as they left. Eddie didn't even nod, probably because he couldn't be bothered to know what they were saying anyway.

"So, when's the next meeting?" Mike asked, barely loud enough for Eddie to hear.

"When have I ever told you that at the current meeting, Wheeler?" He asked, not even looking up at the boys as he stared at his girl.

"You know you're gonna have to wake her up so she can drive back home?" Dustin asked, and Eddie looked up at them, eyes wide in anger, and took a deep breath.

"Henderson, you are so goddamn lucky that my wife is asleep on me because otherwise I would be strangling you with my bare hands." The strength that it took Eddie to not scream was immense, but he made it with an even voice and was able tp keep Y/N asleep.

"She's not your wife," Again, Dustin with the pushing boundaries.

"Get the fuck out." Eddie grumbled, staring them down as they left.

"You're gonna get us kicked out one of these times." Mike said as they walked through the hallways.

"I give it two weeks from now." Lucas nodded with a sigh, making Dustin groan.

"You guys have no faith in me!"

Meanwhile, Y/N was waking up with Eddie.

"You gotta be easier on those kids." She muttered, having only been partly asleep the whole time.

"Didn't you hear what they were saying?" Eddie asked softly, looking down and rubbing her back. It was enough to make her want to go back to sleep.

"Eddie, they're not even teenagers." She sighed, moving to sit up. "They think I'm the one in charge." She smiled, watching Eddie smirk.

"They're fourteen." He muttered, a hand going to her neck to stroke her skin.

"They clearly know nothing." She was still smiling, eyes droopy from sleep.

"Clearly, if they think you top." It was almost a joke, almost enough to make them laugh as Eddie ran his finger along the collar of her dress, one that was barely hiding the marks Eddie had made on her on the last night. "What if you just went home with me. I can bring you to pick up your car tomorrow." He was practically begging, so she nodded, getting ready to stand.

"We need to set a date for our wedding." She told him, grabbing his hand after he swept all his D&D stuff into his bag.

"You're already my wife," He used her hand to pull her forward and kiss her, thumb rubbing against the ring on her finger. It was smaller, because he failed senior year twice and sold drugs for a living, but obviously Y/N didn't seem to care.

"We still need a ceremony." She said as they parted, pulling him out the door. The ceremony was solely for her benefit, because they had already gone to the courthouse and gotten married a couple months ago anyway. They didn't tell anyone because they were both young, and Eddie was still technically in high school and it would mean reliving the shit they went through when the town found out that the girl who graduated in three years and the boy who couldn't graduate were dating.

"Do we?" Eddie asked running forward to open the door for Y/N. She smiled and felt her cheeks heat up as he did so, squeezing his hands in thanks.

"You already told your friends," She shrugged, smile on her face when he realized that telling the boys that he was getting married had suddenly backfired on him as his girl used it against him.

"Fuck them," Eddie grunted as he opened the van and the couple got in.

"Fuck them all," Y/N repeated with a large smile as he started the van and then backed up, grabbing her hand and putting it on the stick shift so that he could shift and hold her hand at the same time.

"Fuck them all." His voice was low, and they both knew that she was talking about more than the kids, more than his friends and her friends and their wedding. They were talking to everyone who talked about them behind their backs, who judged their relationship without knowing either of them.

So yeah, fuck them all.

[greenthena]

you cannot steal from a corporation. Stealing is something that people do to people. Corporations Are. Not. People.

I truly wish the pythons could make a Social commentary movie today because I guarantee Michael palin would reprise, “help help I’m being repressed” but he’d be saying it to the Jeff-bezos-coded asshat.

[tixuctoad]

General Creepypasta HCs

General TW/CW for gore/violence/ect

If I need to add any extra warnings let me know!!

Not proof read btw

I have an au that all of them are in the same universe!! All the characters that can age (basically any of them that aren't undead or whatever) are aged up !!

Im still not sure by how many years, but it's in the 8-9 year range!! So!! This will be applied!!

Also cringe ahead because I've combined fanon n canon stuff !!

Eyeless Jack 🍖

You know that one backstory someone wrote for EJ, where he was a student who got dragged into a cult sacrifice thingy? Yeah!! That's what I base my verison of EJ on!! Of course, I'm still gonna work in EJs OG creepypasta in, if I ever write out this whole au, be it comic or fic form

Funky possession stuff. Jack is still there, along with the silly flesh eating demon in his silly body

He doesn't really. Want to eat people. I mean, does anyone? But it's really the only thing he can actually. Digest and get energy from now

Still humanoid, but his looks will degrade and become more monstrous as time passes and he consumes more flesh

Hermit, he wants to separate and isolate himself. He thinks it'll help lower his body count

Lives in the woods, probably builds a little shelter somewhere

Short king, about 5'5

But stocky

Bites at his fingers n shit when his mind slips and desires flesh

Dude he's so over it

Jeff the Killer 🔪

Okayokay so. I *personally* HC Jeff to be FtM trans so!! Yeah!!

His sight is all sorts of fucked up, because, yk, he messed up his eyelids

Eyedrops are his best friend

Is it realistic? Probably not, but lets be real, was he ever realistic? No. He never was

Tall stringbean, 5'11 and has a nasty punch

In my au, Jeff actually does feel some remorse for (mostly) everything he did; especially things regarding what he did to his own, and Jane's family

While he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to make things right, he is mellowed out in the killer department

Kinda bounces around, doesn't stick in one place long. Cuz. Yk

Though if I were to impliment the slender mansion into this au, or at lesst some sort of stand in, I think Jeff would be there

Would probably patrol the grounds to make sure no intruders come

Oh but going back a few lines, don't get me wrong; Jeff is still the arrogant asshat the bulk of the fandom portrays him as

Jane the Killer 💅

I need to reread her story tbh, but for the most part it plays out the same; Jeff still destroys her family and messes her up

Unlike most the others, though, I feel like Jane still has a place in society; in terms she can go out into the streets and do whatever. She's not really. A killer like the others

She's still gunning for Jeff, though. Literally all she wants is revenge and then she can live her life in peace

Probably lives with a relative and works in town

When she's not trying to track Jeff, I feel like she does volunteer work

I don't really have much on her atm

Laughing Jack 🍬

Ooooough I love a guardian/imaginary friend character being corrupted by their maker yall dont get it

The whole "Issac becoming a murderer shaped Laughing Jack into one without intending to" thing has me in a death grip

Can puff into black smoke, and he uses that to fuck with people; be it other creepypastas, or with his victims

Often times has his tongue sticking out between his teeth

REALLY tall, I'm talking like 8 feet tall; but I like to think he can manipulate his height, so he can be as short or as tall as he'd like

Calls everyone silly pet names (E.g. "Sweets", "Gumdrop", "Toots", ect)

Have you ever seen Spinel from Steven Universe move? Yeah he moves like that

Noodle arms n legs

Perma smiler

Sometimes, if you land a stab on him, candy and confetti comes out of the wound; alongside thick, tar like blood

Laughing Jill 🥀

While L. Jack is more... fleshy? Laughing Jill takes on a more doll like appearance; at least for my take on her design!!

Real short because of it; like. 3-ish feet tall

Don't let that fool you!! This ankle biter is stronger than she looks!!

In my au she's more benevolent and caring, opting to take on a protector sort of role

I wanna make a storyline with her and Jane, where she's helping Jane track Jeff. Need to figure out how the two end up meeting, though

I dont have much on her yet either tbh

Ben Drowned ⛓

I'll admit, I wasn't aware there was a lot more lore with Ben, but since this is mostly based around the og version of ben the fandom took n ran with, I'll only really touch on the original ideas of the creepypasta

When he initially died, his soul got bound to his game; I feel like in his ghosty form he looks like how he looked when he was alive mixed with Link + other traits (his eyes being all messed up, his skin being blue with dark viens, ect ect)

He CAN bounce from device to device though it's. Hard, I'd assume

Can rarely exit the screen though

So literally if I ever make a fic or comic and he's there, someone's gonna have to be carrying him around on their phone

Imagine he's on his DS and you're arguing with him and as he's about to say something mean you just. Shut it

What's he gonna do? Open it? Spoiler, he can't open it

Because of this, he can't really. Do much physical harm to anyone; and instead has to rely on bullying someone to death (/hj)

When he does manage to exit a screen, it's v brief, and the occurrences are rare

His hair swishes around!! Like he's underwater

Bastard

Since he's like 13-14, and can't really. Age. He still acts like your standard annoying 14 year old boy. Probably really whiny n shit

Yk how some fans interpret Ben as a flirt (which is weird bc. Hes a kid)? Weeeell.. I guess that's kinda how my Ben is. But instead of being "good" at it its really fuckin cringe and annoying

Hes just some annoying young teen, yk?

That's all I got right now!! I would love to write more for these lads in the future but!!! Idk!!! Not sure if it'll be in comic form, or as writing

And if it is in writing, idk if it'll be one continuous story, or if it'll be in chapters

Idk!!!!!

[spooki-spaghets]

Dumb stuff that the creepypastas have done (any idrc)

Oooo-

Jeff convinced Sally she could paint her bedroom walls by herself and she didn't need to move anything to do it

Slender was pissed

Hoodie was on a sleeveless jean vest kick for a week, and decided to try iron on patches and insisted he didn't need any directions

How hard could it be, right?

He dropped the patches thing very fast after putting the iron settings too high and causing a fire at the dining room table

Hoodie burnt the table cloth, the patch, and part of his vest

He still wears the thing from time to time

Jeff and Toby squeezed orange and lemon juice into their eyes to see who would give first

Jeff was a dumbass who forgot that Toby wouldn't feel pain from it-

BEN was the asshat who watched and also forgot Toby wouldn't feel anything

Toby was a dipshit and knew they forgot but did it anyway just to say Jeff gave first

EJ could smell the citrus and found them

"TOBY!"

Jane was playing with Lost Silver's hair and BEN yelled for him saying the new Pokémon Scarlet and Violet trailer dropped and he got so excited he shocked the hell out of Jane

Helen was chilling out with EJ while he was playing around with some chemicals and didn't put his respirator on correctly and passed the fuck out from fumes

EJ fell asleep on the roof during his free time and rolled off

Slender saw him fall past his office window

He landed on top of Masky who was doing yard work

Jane and Clockwork were sitting in the living room floor trying to do the marble swirl stuff with nailpolish and BEN tripped over stuff and fell face first into it

Clock is pretty nifty and is good at patching stuff up but accidentally sewed Hobo Heart's pants to the table cloth

That table has been through some shit

Masky woke up early for work and accidentally put salt in his and Hoodie's coffee instead of sugar

Slender puts the salt and sugar in shakers then hides the sugar bag so SOME RESIDENTS LJ, Toby, Jane, Sally, BEN don't go ham with it

Other residents beg him to use a different method

Slender refuses

Jane snuck into LJ's room to grab some candy and satisfy her sweet tooth and grabbed the bad ones on accident

It was pieces that are meant to cause paralysis and LJ found her flat in his floor a few hours later

She ignored the sign on his door that says "DON'T TAKE CANDY FROM MY ROOM (you might die) -Your Favorite Clown, Laughing Jack"

Cody was mowing the lawn and got bored after a while and decided to try and make "cool lawn art"

He was actually really good at it

But he ruined the bushes

All the residents enjoy scaring BEN because he buffers and glitches out

Poor baby just wants peace-

Slender can sneeze

He gets these little tingling sensations and he kinda sneezes

When he does it's bursts of static and he occasionally teleports

He accidentally teleported in front of the TV when BEN and Silver were playing games in the living room

BEN lost his winning streak that day

Liu is the good baby that doesn't get involved in the shenanigans of the house

Although he was letting Sally put makeup stuff on his face and he fell asleep but she kept going

He walked around with a face full of maybe kinda not the best makeup and toughed through it for her because he promised

Sully didn't like it, but he tries not to be an asshat with kids so he toughed through it also

Jeff made fun of him but promptly stopped when Sally kicked his shin really hard

The residents said he looked nice after that

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Hi @thehollowprince and @princeescaluswords,

lovely asshat/ “deranged” loser here.

I understand your arguments, but I just thought I’d chip in since this discussion also includes me. 

Firstly, I’d like to correct @princeescaluswords on their assumption that I have watched the movie. I have not. In fact, I have made several posts saying that I haven’t because the whole movie is a cash grab for a dying fandom/franchise with a plot that is so full of shit and I would rather not waste two hours of my life. 

Secondly, as per your comment that Jeff Davis wouldn’t write a story/movie/tv show where the audience would hate on the main character; Jeff Davis can’t write for shit. His plot lines are all over the place, they involve random elements that never needed to be there in the first place, and he ignores his own canon.

Thirdly, about the Jeep. In the final episode of season 6A, Stiles leaves the Jeep with Scott. By definition, he left it behind in Beacon Hills. That does not mean he abandoned it. Yes, he has the Jeep again in the final episodes of 6B, but considering Stiles goes back to Quantico and the FBI (confirmed in the movie), it’s not exactly a leap to say that he ‘left it behind’ with Scott again. 

It is not twisting facts, it’s a logical leap. 

What doesn’t make sense is Stiles just leaving the Jeep somewhere and going. At the very least, he would have given it back to his dad, and the Sheriff - who is also sentimental about the Jeep because it was Claudia’s - wouldn’t have abandoned it either.

Fourthly, referencing Stiles taking care of the Jeep with duct tape isn’t the argument you think it is. In 6A, Sheriff Stilinski explains that when he gave Stiles the Jeep and Stiles had his first accident (bound to happen when you’re a new driver), he gave Stiles the first roll of duct tape. Ignorance about the engine parts of a car - let alone a Jeep - is not the same as mistreating it. Also, I have friends who are autoelectricians and mechanics and they say that a Jeep is the most expensive car to maintain in terms of mechanical parts and the engine. So, considering the financial trouble Stiles and the Sheriff had in season 3A, 3B, and 4, it’s not surprising that they resort to duct tape and - to quite Stiles - “ignoring the problem until it goes away.”

Yes, Stiles throws a spanner at the Jeep, but he does so in a fit of rage when he is unable to express himself in any other way. Also, it is following him and Scott arguing (because Theo told Scott that Stiles killed Donovan) and can be interpreted as the rupturing of their friendship and trust. But do you know what else Stiles did? He got it fixed.

Fifthly, I agree, the fact that Eli wears plaid and Derek has “complicated feelings for the Jeep” does not mean Sterek is cannon. If that were the case, Stackson would also be canon because Stiles drove the jeep right into him. But no. And if you actually paid attention instead of singling out a post because if fits your cause, you would know that I don’t agree with that. 

People can ship what they want to ship. People can like what they like and not like what they don’t. Just because I don’t like Scott doesn’t mean I’m wrong; nor are you wrong for liking him. The problem comes when people start fights, like this one, and resort to bullying and name calling, like you have.

Finally, I, and my blog, stay away from the toxic side of the fandom and the internet, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring this toxicity and fighting here. Furthermore, if there’s something you want to say to me, I ask that you have the decency to contact me directly instead of making assumptions, villainising me, and blowing things way out of proportion without even trying to communicate first.

From the asshat/idiot who spews ‘bile and viciousness’.

TLDR; People can like what they like and not like what they don’t like. Don’t be an asshole.

So, last night, while I was at work, I was scrolling through Tumblr, as one does when they're bored, and I came across this lovely suggested post.

Putting aside that this lovely asshat deliberately tagged it as Scott McCall, which is why I saw it in the first place, but I'm forced to ask the age-old question that I've had to ask this fandom for years now.

Did you actually watch the movie?

Because if you had, you'd know that Noah specifically mentions how his own son left it when he left town, which is why Derek had it towed. Like, it's something that was specifically mentioned in the movie.

I will never understand these people who actively look for reasons and twist facts to justify their hatred of a character for just existing.

[drama-by-daylight]

DbD Sexualities - Survivor Edition

Dwight Fairfield - Radiates baby gay energy

Meg Thomas - Bisexual, female lean

Jake Park - Bisexual, 50/50

Claudette Morel - Lesbian bean, must be protected

Nea Karlsson - Oh, come on. 100% lesbian

Laurie Strode - Bisexual, 50/50

Ace Visconti - Based on the way he sits alone, this man is gay

Bill Overbeck - Because the ship Overconti has caught me in it's clutches, Bill's an old bisexual icon

David King - This man be gay af

Feng Min - Angry lesbian, smol edition

Quentin Smith - Him and his little beanie is fucking gay, honestly

David Tapp - Asexual

Kate Denson - Lesbian (Her and Cheryl are dating and this will never change)

Adam Francis - Bisexual, 50/50

Jeff Johansen - Asexual, Non-Binary

Jane Romero - Pansexual Icon

Ash J. Williams - Bisexual, 50/50 (He's fucking John lol)

Nancy Wheeler - Bisexual icon, female lean (Nancy x Robin's cute, okay? :'D)

Steve Harrington - Also a bisexual icon, 50/50 (He's currently loving his little Frenchman aka Ben)

Yui Kimura - LESBIAN, YES I HAVE EYES

Zarina Kassir - I utterly REFUSE to believe this woman's anything but lesbian.

Cheryl Mason - Demisexual, female preference (She be looking at you, Kate)

Felix Richter - Bisexual, female lean (I know he's married and has a kid, I ain't no homewrecker)

Elodie Rakoto - Bisexual, female lean

Yun-Jin Lee - Angry lesbian, bitch edition

Jill Valentine - Bisexual, female lean

Leon S. Kennedy - Queer (He's fruity, that's all)

John Doe - Transgender, Pansexual

Benjamin Copper - Gay. Gay. Baby gay. 100% a baby gay Frenchie.

Skarlet Ivy - Bisexual, female lean

Evelyn Drachen - This Aussie asshat is lesbian. It should be obvious by now.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Just something random, but I’m tired of people telling me that Negan is a rapist, like they try and factually say he’s a rapist, and once I say JDM and the director who made the character said he isn’t, they say I’m lying. THE PERSON WHO MADE NEGAN SAID HE ISNT, you’re gonna tell him that he’s lying💀 about his own creation. This banter has been going on for about 2 weeks now. They seriously won’t let it go and then say, “you lack comprehension skills” huh?! Negan literally killed a rapist. Then they proceeded to say “a rapist can kill a rapist” idk. I personally think I’m right. Yes, negan held offers over the women’s head, only if they married him, but when did he rape them, Sherry even admitted that she liked him right?? Like am I saying my facts right or am I wrong?

I try to avoid fighting with people about this. The only thing I will say about this is that Jeff has played unfortunately a lot of rapists. The Comedian, Max, etc. The writers, director and Jeff have all said that Negan is not a rapist. Jeff wouldn't be afraid to state that Negan was a rapist if that was the case. I know I'm going to be pissing someone off just by saying this and will likely get angry messages (oh well, won't answer them), but Negan isn't a rapist. With the show, you can prove with Negan that he's really big on consent. If someone says no, they mean no. This we saw in his discussion with Dwight previously. Negan killed a rapist. And in the comics, that's the very reason that Negan killed Alpha because she was allowing people in the whisperers to rape Lydia. Negan is anti-rape. Not one scene did you see Negan rape anyone. Not one scene did anyone talk about being raped by Negan. Negan never forced himself on anyone.

God could come forward and say that Negan wasn't a rapist and they would never listen. Fans genuinely think they know a character more than the people who created them. That's their business I guess, but they're wrong. People are always coming up with shit to hate Negan to help fit their false narratives and what not. Jeff knows his character more than some random asshat on the internet. I would just suggest ignoring people because they are going to come up with whatever they want about things. But here, I'll leave you with this.

I had to find it from a friend's page but yeah, this ^

[falcqns]

tw: sebastian stan & tommy lee

sorry I know this is irrelevant but all my friends love seb so I can’t rant to them about it but recently he was spotted leaving a restaurant after having dinner with tommy lee and hugging and *throws up* ew just so disgusting and the fact that they’re actually friends is so revolting - I didn’t think it was possible for seb to become anymore of an asshat but here we are - like doing the show (without Pamela’s permission) is enough but actually becoming friends and liking the actual person is so fucking awful (you can ignore this but you are one of the only people who truly understands)

also what is up with him lately? something in his water??… he’s looking extra musty and wrinkled like what’s up with the haircut dude and the style? 🤧 sometimes I just wanna 🧎🏌🏼‍♀️

thank you for letting me rant and I’m sorry if this puts you in a sour mood but i just can’t stand him and I’m so sick of everyone turning a blind eye to all his shit (literally I saw a TikTok which showed pictures of this and the creator and the comments were like “oh my gosh so handsome” “his sweater is so cute” blah blah completely ignoring the fact that tommy lee was with him)

fucking misogynistic (you can just feel it) racist repulsive fat ego man (🤮🙅‍♀️)

no bc you made such great points. i was never a pamela anderson fan before watching it but i watched it anyways because i was becoming a fan of Lily and wanted to support her. i am now a full blown pamela fan and i support her 100%, and i felt bad after realizing she never gave her consent for one of the worst things shes ever gone through to be made into a show for everyone to see. thats like if someone made a movie about andrew and i's relationship before we broke up for almost a year.

but yeah, the fact he's friends with tommy lee?? disgusting, and i dont blame anthony for wanting to distance from him. him doing that makes me think he's also friends (or on good terms) with jeff gilooly too because he interveiwed him for I, Tonya.

also yes, he doesnt look good. the only time he looks remotely good to me is when he's playing Bucky and thats the only time i find him attractive because i am able to take the thought that it's seb out of my mind and think of bucky and i think my mcu dr helps with that because i've told bucky that i shifted there and explained what seb as done and he was disgusted. unfortunately i forgot to script out that seb exists in that dr and he's met him and it didn't go well lol. but yeah, he just looks like he smells lol. either he smells really bad, or he uses WAYYYY to much cologne.

he just gives me the major ick lol

[queenlokibeth]

So i want to address something that I just witnessed because it showed me that a lot of people miss the fucking point: we had this CEO come talk to us about his experience building a successful business. Please note: this man is not a billionaire and his business (not him) hasn't even made 150 million total, through the past ~15 years. Is he rich and did he show up wearing LV shoes? Yes. Is he the equivalent of Jeff Bezos? Absolutely not. Also, his particular experience is that of someone who was the very first in his market, so he had no competitors for a while BUT MIND YOU, HIS CLIENTS ARE MASSIVE CORPORATIONS, NOT PEOPLE. Basically thid dude got really lucky, i'm not calling him a saint or anything but he clearly didn't need to exploit anyone to get to where he's at now. He also recognised his privileged upbringing as a white dude and having had a comfortable living situation growing up, but he was by no means the type to start his business with a "small 1M loan from his parents". Dude had 2k in savings from his first job and used that.

At the end while we were trying to ask him questions, because the stuff he had to say was useful even if you're selling stuff on Etsy, it was generic good business advice, someone decided to grill him about "what he planned to do with all his wealth" and he honestly replied that he had no idea because all he does is run his company and he doesn't have the time OR enough money to be the "world-changing type", and this person directly told him that he didn't give a shit about running his company ethically and left in what i suppose they thought was a 'mic drop' moment but in reality it was just incredibly uncomfortable for everyone involved, and it reeked of resentment and it literally achieved nothing. Like, we get it, we're poor too. That's why we're talking to this guy, so that we can not be.

This is the kind of energy you should have with asshats like jeff bezos, not some random guy with a good amount of disposable income. What most of us were doing was in fact trying to BENEFIT from him by gaining experience. One dude even landed himself an internship on the spot. What im trying to say is that losing the plot and becoming resented towards anyone who's well off is extremely counter productive. People like him are the ones who will actually give a shit about helping others at the small scale. His 50 employees all have healthcare and good salaries. I'd much rather work for a dude like him or have him mentor me into building my own business than simply continue stewing in my shit complaining about being a poor college student.

All i'm saying is that PLEASE concentrate your energy in the right direction. Please don't go around hating everyone who managed to make money because it makes no fucking sense. This isn't some pro/anti capitalist thing it's merely just PLEASE don't go around being perpetually salty about other people's reasonable success, it helps no one. Systemic inequality and our economic problems aren't caused by random people with disposable income, in fact in many cases those are the very people who are willing to help and redistribute their wealth to others. I know that I wouldn't have had the opportunities that I've had if not for other wealthy people who decided to give out grants and shit that i've been able to use.