#mistreated

[resident-gay-bitch]

just thinking about eddie being totally insecure with everything in school because assholes like jason don’t understand when a joke isn’t funny anymore. when they don’t know when to stop.

the first few ‘pranks’ he could deal with. pretty cheerleaders coming up to him and asking about his niche interests, trying to stop their giggles when he started to talk about them in an exited animated manner. only to be slapped on the back by a jock and ridiculed for it.

after a while they just got boring. repetitive. there are only so many pranks they can pull with the pretty girls of hawkins high.

a little while after that is when they started to get painful. the jokes were obviously repetitive, boring, unbelievable, and yet they confined to pull them on eddie anyway.

why?

well because he was the brunt of all their jokes. that’s why.

because these assholes think difference is gross and horrible and deserving of harassment. and to be honest, eddie wasn’t all that different when you thought about it. he was just a nerd who listened to metal. he was like them in the sense that he was a highschool guy, with a strong interest in a game that involved strategy (basketball/dnd), and had never made a girl cum in their lives. given, eddie had never really been given the chance too, where as jocks had more than enough chances, the just sucked.

then eventually, every so often they got smart with their pranks. through in a few he never would have suspected. like the last one, the fucking worst one yet. sara mcdonald, a totally sweet girl from his sophomore home economics class, came up and asked him on a date. he was a little shocked at first, he’d never been asked on a date before, but he’d kinda been interested in her his whole sophomore year so he couldn’t say no. it couldn’t have been a prank, he thought. she was quiet and kind and a little bit weird. pretty, but not in the way jocks liked.

he got wayne to help him get ready, dressed up real nice, did his hair. they had plans to meet at a diner for burgers and shakes. he rocked up perfectly on time, got a booth, and waited for half an hour. over time, more and more students from hawkins high came into the diner, and when the clock struck one hour past her estimated arrival time, jason walked up and asked how his date was going.

apparently they’d bribed her to ‘prank’ him by promising that the cheerleaders wouldn’t call her a munch anymore.

eddie was very hurt, and he was mad, but not at sara. she was saving her own ass and he totally got that. but it made him so deeply mistrusting and insecure that the first time he layed eyes on you, he expected that you’d be a total bitch and prank him too.

but maybe he’d indulge it, just for a little while. you were gorgeous after all.

on your first day you had rocked up in a very basic white tee and jeans, converse to match. and so eddie had no idea where you’d lie on the social hierarchy.

probably pretty high. you were breathtaking.

and on day two, when you walked into the cafeteria in ripped jeans and a slayer shirt, eddie knew he was about to get bullied hard.

he kept an eye on you as you sat to eat your food.

but you never came over.

he suspected you were playing the long game.

he wasn’t gonna let you win, whoever your were.

he was deep in conversation with gareth, standing on his chair with his arms out wide as the end of lunch was nearing. he did a little spin, making the guys at his table laugh. you walked by as he did, finished with your food.

you saw the back patch of his vest.

he made eye contact with you when he turned back around, and you stuck your hand up in the metal sign and nodded your head a few times, walking off. he noticed the leather cuff around your wrist and the chunky rings decorating your fingers.

so you were really playing the part. these jocks were crazy.

the next day at school, you were in a dio shirt and his brain almost short circuited. when you walked past his locker with your walkman on, head banging to your crapy pop music (so he suspected, which he was wrong of course), you pointed at his back patch, and then at your shirt and shot him with finger guns, running off for your class.

friday morning he stopped his tracks to see you dressed in yet ANOTHER metal band shirt, this one being metallica. and you were sitting on the hood of gareth’s car, a pair of drumsticks in your hands, tapping them between your legs whilst talking to his friends.

he needed to protect them before you and your jock squad brought them down too.

“hey-“

“oh, eddie! this is y/n.” gareth pointed at you.

“dio guy!” you smiled, holding your hand up for a high five, “respect, man.”

eddie left you hanging.

you nodded your head, spinning one of the drumsticks between your fingers before stuffing them back in gareth’s front pocket and hopping off the hood of his car.

“catch ya.” you nodded, saluted them ass you headed inside.

“bye.” gareth called back, waving at you.

“dude. are you crazy?” eddie asked.

“are you?” gareth asked back.

all day he was on the hunt for you, only catching glimpses between classes. you were driving him mad. he just wanted you to get this prank over and done with.

at lunch he got lucky.

you came up to his table, “yo, so… what’s with the matching shirts? are you in a club or is this like, a loser solidarity thing? if so, where do i get one?”

eddie folded his arms, sneered at you. trust you not to even be a good pranker and call him a loser.

“eddie makes them!” dustin answered excitedly, “and we’re in a club… but it’s kinda a loser solidarity thing.”

eddie didn’t like your laugh, it infuriated him. he needed you to shut up and be a cunt before he just broke and kiss- i mean kicked you or something.

“oh, sick.” you said, “what club?”

“hellfire.” mike answered, and these freshman were getting their characters killed tonight, “it’s a dnd club.”

“oh, fuckin cool!” you laughed, pulled up a seat at the table, “i’ve always wanted to learn. you reckon i can join?”

“no.” eddie said, thankful the prank was in motion, “im no idiot. i see right through you.”

you made a weird face at eddie, “what?”

“get fucked.” he said, shooing you away, “it’s not gonna work on me, no matter how much they try. go on, run along back to your possy and tell them it didn’t work.”

“i don’t know-“

“seriously get lost.” eddie said, looking away from you.

you looked at him for a moment. your head dropped and you pushed your chair back, grabbing your shit and running out of there without your lunch tray.

eddie didn’t know why he felt guilty.

it was probably just because everyone at hellfire was dumb, unlike him, and thought you were being genuine.

eddie thought about you all weekend.

monday he got to school late, as he usually did. he got there halfway through lunch.

he walked into the cafeteria to find a bunch of cheerleaders croweded together atop a table. screaming coming from everywhere. all eyes on them. he walked up to hellfire, standing on his chair to get a better view of the action.

there you were, on the floor under their table. he had no idea what you were doing.

you stood up, hands clasped together. you leered for the girls, opening your hands a little and they screamed, jumping back. you laughed and started on your way outside, turning to walk backwards to call.

“a thankyou would be nice, ladies!”

“fucking freak.” one of them called back.

“aww,” you pouted your lip, “you know exactly how to make me swoon.”

you ran outside.

“what happened?” eddie asked, sitting down.

“there was a spider under the cheer table.” lucas answered with a shrug.

eddie couldn’t get you out of his head.

math class was when he realised he might have been wrong about you. he overheard a couple of girls whispering about you to eachother, talking about how fucking weird you were.

the guilt kicked in.

eddie was going to avoid you for all eternity.

apparently you didn’t agree with that, because you came up to him after school. you pulled your headphones down to talk to him, dressed in motörhead shirt, your hair done all cool.

“hi.” he said, cheeks a little pink.

“hey.” you smiled, “look, i don’t know what your problem is with me- maybe you feel threatened that your not so special now your not the only metal head freak that likes a life drama or whatever, but uh… my dad and my uncle both got me a copy of the new anthrax album that came out yesterday, so… i mean, i don’t need two. figured you’d be the only other person to appreciate it, so-“ you shrugged, handed it to him, “consider it a peice offering… dude.”

you walked away.

“wait!” eddie called out, grabbing your wrist to pull you back to him.

“what?” you said.

“im sorry.” eddie looked at the ground, “im- im really sorry for being a dick.”

“hmm.” you crossed your arms and nodded.

“look, i just… everytime a new kid comes to school, the jocks recruit them to fuckin… prank me or whatver. they come up and ask me on a date, or ask me about dnd, or metal, and then they laugh at me. so…”

“so…”

“i thought that’s what you were doing. i didn’t think-“ eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his neck, “didn’t think someone as hot as you would be a freak.”

you grinned, “oh, i see. you were intimidated by my hotness.”

eddie deadpanned you, “hey- no.”

you laughed, “look, im not gonna forgive your assholery, because that fuckin stung, dude. i was trying to make friends… i thought you were like, cool.”

eddie felt himself blush.

“but i can move on.” you shrugged, “im good to start again, if you are?”

“yeah.” eddie smiled, sticking his hand out to shake, “sounds good to me.”

you didn’t shake his hand.

eddie looked at you, blinked twice.

“you left me hanging man.”

eddie laughed, “touché, touché.”

you smiled at him, and eddie thought he could really really like you, now that he’d let himself.

“anyway, i better go. i got a long hike.” you reached for your walkman.

“uh, yeah.” eddie blushed, swallowed, “or… i could drop you home? we can listen to the new album? maybe stop for a milkshake on the way?”

you blushed too, and it was the prettiest thing eddie had ever seen, he couldn't wait to make you blush again, “i think i would be cool with that. but you have to pay, ya know, to make up for being a dick.”

eddie laughed, showed you to his van, “hey, im a gentleman, i would have paid anyway.”

“oh yeah? with your well earned weed money?” you smirked at him.

“you know about that?” eddie asked, red as a tomato.

“word travels fast in small towns.” you opened the door to his van and climbed in, “i don’t mind a bad boy though.”

eddie grinned, “well lucky for you im the baddest boy of all.” eddie winked, chucked the van in reverse, “i am skipping detention for you right now.”

“oh, you are bad.” you laughed, “i’ll let you in on a secret… im skipping detention for you too.”

eddie smiled, “so your telling me we could have had a detention date instead?”

“save it for next time?” you offered, kicking your feet up on the dash.

“next time?.” eddie smiled, looked out at the road, “definitely.”

[blackrosesandwhump]

March of Pain Day 27: Food

CW: hunger, um...that's about it this time

As the sunset cast golden light through the window above the sink, the servant boy finished scraping the plates into his wooden bowl. The royals had eaten almost everything, leaving him with a small mound of scraps and crumbs. Mostly bones. He would give those to the dogs. But for him, there wasn’t much. He was used to it; it came with the territory of being a kitchen boy. Granted, he wasn’t just a kitchen boy. But no one knew that except him.

He set the bowl aside for later and started washing. Behind him, the cook hummed tunelessly as he put his pots away. The woodcutter lumbered in with the last pile of wood for the night. The queen’s maid slipped in for her majesty’s nightly hot drink. And the kitchen boy kept washing. Plate after plate, bowl after bowl, he scrubbed and rinsed, casting the occasional glance at the meager bowl waiting for him when he was finished.

If only they knew. If only they knew who I really am.

He had taken the job easily: get a position in the castle in disguise, and keep an eye on the royal family’s movements. Not the most honorable thing he had ever done. But there was more than just his own honor at stake.

They can’t know. Not yet. Not until the job is done.

With the stack of dirty dishes finally depleted, the kitchen boy turned at last to his bowl of leftovers. One taste, and he dumped the rest into a trough for the pigs. Even worse than he expected. Stale bread would have to be enough for tonight’s supper after all.

Not the way to treat a knight. He should be sitting at the high table, dining next to the rest of the royal family’s courtiers.

But for now, until he accomplished his mission, stale bread would have to do.

That, and the dagger he always wore concealed in his cast-off boots.

@marchofpain

[howifeltabouthim]

'I miss our conversations.' She pulled her arm away from his grasp. 'Then I guess you shouldn't have treated me like you did.'

Curtis Sittenfeld, from Eligible

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

Deep Purple - Mistreated 1974 Live Video Sound HQ

Ngl this in on the top 10 deep purple song and DP with david coverdale was an banger

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔊𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔥𝔬𝔤𝔰 – 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡

[rastronomicals]

6:34 AM EST January 8, 2024:

Rainbow - "Mistreated" From the album Live in Dusseldorf 1976 (February 12, 2007)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Archival

[schwan-dream]

🍁 Mistreated 🍁

🍁 How come I stupidly miss?

That you're always so selfish

You secure your own bliss

And blockade all I ever wish...

🍁 I can't dispute with you anyway

It is surely forbidden

I can't say what I want to say

You'll refuse to listen...

🍁 From time to time I keep silent

And take a hundred steps back

Let you safe your own entertainment

As if I have to pay you back...

🍁 Been through this thousand times

I can't help but feel mistreated

You overlook your own crimes

To say no to you, I'm not permitted...

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

[heartsmade4more]

It's not your job to understand why they mistreated you. It's your job to make sure nobody else gets the same chance to treat you that way again. The pursuit of understanding everything can be mentally exhausting. It can lead to anxiety as you grapple with unanswered questions.

[gothtransandroid]

Born in Blood

I took the thing all wet and worn into the tenements

The linen wrapped ‘round smelled old while it soaked in some fresh death

It wore and tore, unfurled to show the strength in one’s last breath

So spent and gone to guard a youth from harshest elements

I held him there, a beast so small that kept my palm quite warm

T’was like a fresh made clot of lint that breathed and was alive

Now pulled I was to wash away his rancid bloodied form

In queer but simple hope those newborn feet might jump and thrive

But all of nature’s beasts have blind respect to man’s knowledge

And I found myself punishing him, pushing from a ledge

Always to softer sheets yet falling would put him on edge

In time he adjusted to this frightful featherless fledge

And soon, when I saw those wide eyes, in them was a hunter

Ready to bend, snap out and snuff the closest flame of light

And while he seemed to love me then like I was his father

Certain times I would hold a heightened sense of fear at night

Until it came to pass that he would rend my face to bone

As if he knew the truth in death the fault was mine to own;

Such folly wrought in training a young victim with my ire.

[howifeltabouthim]

What was it about us, exactly, that brought out this rage?

Rachel Khong, from Real Americans

[holiestache]

i don’t need you to promise me

i need you to prove to me you can treat me better

i don’t need elaborate apologies

or elaborate making ups and letters

i don’t want to explain to you

how to treat me right

i’m too tired to fight for good treatment

i just need you to prove to me you can be kind.

[chloeworships]

Babes 🥺 I’m worried for them.

This was hard for me to say because I know this is a sensitive subject but I have to speak the truth even if it’s hard. Please help me pray 🙏🏾

Bring them home NOW!!

They are just young girls 🥺

The scenes 🎬 the LORD showed me ⤵️

This was how the LORD allowed me to view the room. I was dizzy afterwords and lightheaded. They need better food and water NOW!!!

Shame on anyone trying to stop Israel from saving their people and these innocent young girls. I am so angry 😡

After this vision while typing this I was shown a male hostage whose beard and hair had grown long also sleeping in some sort of cot or cement structure. He was unrecognizable. Where he was located was unclean. Grass was growing inside the building.

These are the people Israel is fighting for. Never forget that 🇮🇱

Why were they hanging from a roof? 😣 why were they tied up like this? For what purpose?

This is sickening. This is barbaric 💔

Release them. They are suffering and the world turns a blind eye. Shameful.

[petnews2day]

Reward for info on dog found duct-taped in Omaha dumpster up to $10,000

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/UjmJl

Reward for info on dog found duct-taped in Omaha dumpster up to $10,000

OMAHA, Neb. (WOWT) – The reward for information about a little dog that was duct-taped and thrown into a dumpster last week is now into five digits. PETA announced that the organization will contribute $5,000 to the reward for information leading to an arrest and animal cruelty conviction of those responsible for the incident, putting […]

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[rastronomicals]

4:33 PM EDT October 22, 2024:

Rainbow - “Mistreated” From the album Live in Dusseldorf 1976 (February 12, 2007)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Archival

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