#im livid today

[squeakadeeks]

nothing makes me wish i had some variety of acme ray gun blaster more than when someone almost hits me on a pedestrian sidewalk on a motorized scooter/ebike easily doing 15+ mph on their phone/headphones/doesnt move or even be aware of actual people walking on the sidewalk around them. where pedestrians are going to be. where pedestrians are supposed to be.

[bbael]

I deserve a gun, perhaps a blade

[your-fave-is-bi]

I think i gotta be firmly offline for a few days ngl

[thewickerking]

had a dream I had a boyfriend and he wanted to come to a therapy session to talk abt smn unrelated to our relationship (this was 100% cool with me) but my therapist instantly hated him and she was like "justify to me why you're here 🤨🤨🤨 name something u like abt ridley and then maybe ill let u talk" like what ���😭 it was just me being a mediator bc they were arguing. Which is insane it was like couples therapy but evil

[saltyr3mix]

HEY TUMBLR IM ANGRY AND REALLY WANT SOMETHING TO WRITE THAT I CAN PROJECT IT ON TOO. ANY SITUATIONS OR IDEAS? IM TAKING REQUESTS FOR ANY FANDOM IF I KNOW THE CHARACTER I JUST NEED TO WRITE SOMEONE BEING VIOLENT

[collaboratiiveanarchy]

//hi hello

[orcelito]

Also the fact that it's 4/20. The holiday I "observe" (typically by making jokes) despite not being a weed smoker. And I spent all of today filled with dread, actively miserable, actively distraught, and then vaguely dissatisfied/depressed

😊✌😋 happy 4/20 to a certain dead bastard in particular

[lauryn-order]

Send me asks to cheer me up.

[livian-lucifenia]

So the FNaF movie started filming today.

About fucking time-

[tinylittlecubby]

"I'm impressed!"

THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEEEEE

[in-a-slanted-outhouse]

Y’all ever so angry that you can feel it in your jaw?

Yeah

[bunnyboy-juice]

i stfg im gonna start swinging (: these men better watch the fuck out

[ghost-toe]

got rejected from "affordable" housing for... *checks notes* ...not being able to afford it

[foxyloueh]

.

[shushmal]

tw: for implied past emotional abuse, im in my feels today

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Hopper growls. He's not quite shouting, but he's still loud, raised voice echoing through the living room. "She's not ready to drive yet, I forbade it, and what? You two decided that you knew better?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, but gamely keeps quiet. He knows Hopper's less upset with Ellie taking a spin through the parking lot and more upset about the property damage. Eddie's on her side though, that phone pole came out of nowhere. Must have been pretty rotted out too, to fall over that easily after a little love tap.

Ellie had done a damn good job fixing the huge dent in the bumper.

But if Hopper wants to be dramatic and chew everyone involved out, Eddie's not going to stop him. Whatever gets the guy's blood pressure back down.

"You're supposed to be responsible adults! Especially you, Steve!"

Rolling his eyes again, Eddie glances over, hoping to share a commiserating look with Steve.

Except Steve isn't looking anywhere but down, shoulders and spine ruler straight. Eddie stalls there, stuck on the way Steve's standing, tense from jaw down to his ankles, his hands balled into tight fists flat at his side, knuckles white. Hopper keeps ranting, pacing a wide circle in front of them, but Steve doesn't flinch, doesn't look up, doesn't react. It's like all the color has washed from him.

"Are you even listening?!"

"Yes, sir," Steve says tightly. He doesn't look up. Hopper keeps going.

Eddie watches as Steve's throat works to swallow, like he's choking. Like he can't breathe.

"Hopper," Eddie snaps. "Shut the fuck up."

Hopper whirls on him, livid, but Eddie's not looking at him, fixed on Steve as he reaches out. Tries to take Steve's hand, just holds his wrist when Steve can't unclench his fist, gentle as he touches him. Steve is tightly wound and trembling under his fingers.

When he looks, Eddie finds Hopper with deep regret on his face, struck silent. He doesn't say anything when Eddie leads Steve away, back out onto the porch. They sit on the swing, Eddie's arm around Steve's shoulders, rocking back and forth until the muscles loosen and Steve slumps, strings cut, into Eddie's side. They'll sit like that for a while more, watching the woods as the sun sets and listening to the dusk settle, crickets and cicadas and chats calling the moon up, filling their silence with nighttime music.

Later, Hopper will come out, temper cooled, and sit on Steve's other side. Will ruffle Steve's hair when Steve starts to stiffen. Will apologize when Steve eyes him warily.

Later, Eddie will scowl and glare, but ultimately keep quiet, unwilling to make the whole thing worse for Steve, another fight, another shouting match. Will stiltedly tell Hopper good night and take Steve home, wait patiently until Steve finally speaks, when he finally tells Eddie a little more and a little more, until Eddie's holding him tight.

That's later though. For now, he digs his heel into the porch, rocking them back and forth, and waits for Steve to breathe.

[bangerbug]

Okay you know what. People with shit phones and horrible data connection shouldn't be held accountable for the bullcrap of "yeah well it wasn't sent on the deadline, sorry lols!" NO? I WAS THERE. IT SENT. NOT MY FAULT MY SOCIAL STATUS TO AFFORD INTERNET FAILED ME OKAY I NEED THIS. C'MON. I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR AN HOUR. AN HOOOUURRR. STOP RHIS MADNESS.