#my little nerdle

[tacosaysroar]

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Never Took The Time (To Forget) part 5: Man Of The Hour

Life is mildly less sucky with depression being more managed (also the mood boost from Renaissance Faires 😁) and my weekends being free again for me to travel to see my person. Still full of dumpster fires but I want to scream about it less. Also, been in feels very similar to the ones that inspired this whole endeavor so... enjoy?

Anywho, here's part 5! Enjoy, my little nerdlings. As always, feel free to yell at/with me in the comments, tags, reblogs and/or ask box. If you see any mistakes feel free to message me about them. 😬👌

Part 1: Hop Fucks Up, Part 2: Pride and Prejudices (Joyce Edition), Part 3: One of Us, Part 4.1: With A Capital P, Part 4.2: Robin's Boy

Steve Harrington was an odd duck. That's what his grandmother always used to say. She would pat his already proudly coiffed hair as he hung off the arm of her rocking chair and tell him as much whenever his parents took him to visit. He would beam at her with his big (reportedly pinchable by every aunt and grandmother in the family) cheeks and quack at her before cracking up at himself like he told the funniest joke and she would let him laugh until he rolled himself off her armchair to the plush carpeted floor. She would laugh and reach way over the arm of her chair to poke his stomach or cheek or nose, sometimes just his little forehead, before leveraging herself up out of her chair and taking herself to the kitchen to boot his mother out of it. Steve Harrington was a certified 'odd duck'.

Steve isn't sure, as he sits in that old rocking chair he had stolen liberated from his parent's house when he moved into his new apartment, when he became whatever he is now. He slowly rocks himself back and forth, the chair creaking a little as his weight shifts. The kids and other teens are chattering on the walkie but it's nothing too pressing, just nonsense and junk food emergencies, Mike cursing out Hop. His ribs hurt and his nose is sore but it doesn't feel like anything is broken. It sucks he knows what broken feels like. It sucks that Robin is kind of mad at him for getting hurt enough Owens pulled rank and had him dropped off at home and assigned someone to be the Party's chauffer for the rest of the day. It sucks that all the kids have their own plans tonight, leaving him to try and find ways to keep himself distracted without their usual insanity. A lot of things just kind of suck these days.

He feels himself smiling and picks up the walkie to confirm that he was alive and resting like ordered when he hears Dustin bickering with Robin about invading his apartment to check on him. That doesn't suck he supposes. He knows Robin and the kids care and he knows that eventually the soldier tasked with driving his hellions around is going to be bullied into driving them to see him, other plans be damned and the thought makes him smile.

The smile drops when he hears what sounds like a soft knock at his door. It's too sharp to be Widow Bea two doors over who leans on her walker and kicks the bottom of his door with her soft leather slippers that belonged to her late husband when she needs him to fix a cabinet or mix batter for whatever pastry she was making that week. And it's not the distinct pattern of Clara Damon from down the hall who will come and tap at his door to ask if he has an extra cup of sugar or spoonful of flour as she bats her eyes at him simpering about how she's making cookies or a pie or a casserole of some kind and inviting him to dinner with her and her folks to have some. He's always got an empty pantry and a surplus of plans when Clara Damon comes knocking. He and Widow Bea have standing poker nights with the other older ladies who all meet at the recreation building.

(It used to be the Harrington house. But his parents decided to sell to prove a point when they up and kicked him out and Owens needed a place to set up a promised recreation space and the gym was already a relief supplies warehouse.)

But the knock at his door isn't either of those. It could be someone else in the building. Could be one of his neighbors who have started to associate Steve Harrington with fighting mutated wild dogs caused by government experiments gone wrong and hauling around kids who seemed to cheat death and holding I.O.Us signed by the U.S army instead of the absent Harrington socialites who are known for swanning into town, flaunting their wealth and making themselves scarce again. The ones who he can sometimes hear whispering about him as he makes his way down the street or through Melvald's.

The knocking comes again, louder this time and firmer. It could be a lot of things and he doesn't want to deal with any of them.

Steve sighs, it could be important. He gets up to answer the door, breathing slow and shallow and letting himself lean on walls as he makes his way to the door. A third round of knocking and he's starting to get tired of it. He takes a slightly painful breathe to call out to whoever is trying to knock down his door to calm themselves down when, "Hey kid, Harrington, you in there?" That stops him a foot from his door.

His ribs hurt and his nose is sore and his leg is throbbing where a demodog got a lucky swipe on the meat of his thigh. But nothing is broken. His leg will be fine in a day or two. He hates that he knows what broken feels like. He hates that he knows what infected feels like. He hates that he knows the stone in his stomach and the clenching vice around his lungs has nothing to do with his injuries. His ribs scream at him when he pulls himself as tall and straight backed as he can, shifting himself so his weight is on his good leg and he can (hopefully) use the hallway wall and doorframe to support himself long enough to talk to Hopper and send him on his way.

He opens the door with a smile and feels himself falter a little when he sees Hopper standing there in a big tan canvas jacket and baseball cap and he's reminded of the times the older man would show up on his parent's doorstep with the same look on his face asking questions Steve didn't always know how to answer.

"Hey, Hopper." His voice is light and smile wide and loose and he just needs to keep this up. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Heard you got a bit banged up on a patrol?"

Steve shrugs. It takes more than he'd like to hide the pain that causes. "Just a couple bumps and bruises, nothing I can't walk off after a decent night's sleep. Owens is just paranoid these days, ya know."

"Owens huh?"

"Uh, yeah? That's who told you right? Cause I took a couple hits?" Hopper doesn't say anything, just looks at him with something that Steve might have once thought was concern about his potential injuries. He doesn't know why today of all days Hop decided to show up cause he got knocked around a little more than planned but it doesn't bode well when something in his face shifts and he lets out a tired sigh. "Oh, but don't worry!" That came out louder than he intended. "I'm totally fine. Like I said, I just need to walk it off and I'll be back out there in no time. You don't gotta worry about a thing, I've got it handled. Like I said, Owens is just overreacting. Nancy can cover for me tomorrow and then I'll be right back on the roster I promise. You and Mrs. Byers don't have to worry about a thi-"

"Steve. Shut up." He feels his jaw snap shut, the edge of his tongue and inside of his cheek getting caught in his teeth. "I didn't hear it from Owens. The kids told me. Owens knows you're hurt?"

"Uh, ye-yes sir. He's the one who sent me home. Gave the kids a detail to transport them and keep them protected while I'm out of commision. One officer to drive them around and they're being tailed by at least 3 others in case anything happens."

"Four soldiers just to replace you?"

"Oh they're not in that much danger! I'm perfectly capable of watching them usually, its just that Owen's guys are still kinda green even this deep in. Most of them just can't wrap their heads around the whole 'other dimension stuck in 1983' side of things." Hop's eyebrows shoot up under the bill of his cap. "But again, it's fine! I always take point whenever we go into a new sector and those guys are good as backup at least."

"But you're hurt." His eyebrows have come back down but now they're furrowed like he's confused or upset.

"Just a little!" He is not making things better. "I swear Hopper, you guys don't have to worry about a thing. I've got it handled, you don't have to-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington! Just shut up!" Steve flinches back, stepping further into his doorway as Hopper yells. The older man sighs, a big hand coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He tries not to think of the times Robin and the kids have made fun of him for doing the same, calling it one of his 'dad poses'. "Look, I didn't come to try and give you shit about getting knocked around a little being stupid and playing soldier. I came to- I was going to ask." He sighs and his shoulders slump a little forward and his eyes are focused on the toes of Steve's (very comfortable) bat slippers that had been a gift from Wayne once the kids had told him Steve had been the one to drag Eddie out of the Upside Down. "Did you want to come over for dinner?"

Steve doesn't think he heard him right. "What?"

"Joyce is making some sort of spaghetti casserole-"

"Isn't that just baked spaghetti?"

"And we wanted to have you over. We haven't talked much since I came back. I'd like to change that."

"What?"

"You, dinner, at our place? With me and Joyce and the kids? I think Jonathan is bringing Nancy." Steve flinches and Hop silently curses himself bringing up the ex who cheated on him and the guy she cheated with.

"Why?"

"Uuh... Talking?"

Ah, he had it now. "What did the kids do? Just, lay it on me man, and I'll take care of it. Did they say something? I can have them over tomorrow and talk to them. Was it Mike, it was probably Mike, I'll get him to apologize, just-"

"Goddamn it Harrington I just wanted to ask you over for some dumbass spaghetti casserole thing and a decent conversation. Maybe watch a football game cause no one else in that house seems to enjoy a good game."

Steve isn't sure what's happening. "You want me to come to dinner. To talk?"

Hop sighs again. "Yes, kid. Just. Dinner and talking."

"Uh huh. Right. I'm just- I just need a minute." He tries not to slam the door in the man's face but he's definitely trying to be as fast as possible. He's not sure what the hell is going on but it has to be something because Hopper wouldn't just invite him over. And Joyce Byers definitely wouldn't want him in her house for something as simple as a talk and to watch football. It takes him longer than he'd like to reach the walkie on the little side table by his grandmother's rocking chair. His ribs are screaming at him and his elbow smarts from banging it on the corner as he turned into the sitting room.

"I need some sort of backup at my apartment. Like now please?!" He waits a second before pressing the speaker button again, "Over."

The walkie crackles and he hears an assortment of concerned chatter. "Steve?" Dustin's voice breaks through the general din. "What's the problem? Over."

"I- I'm not sure how to classify it? I've Got Hop at my front door but I think there's something wrong with him? Or something is trying to trick me it's him? Oh shit did I get Vecna'd??"

"Steve," Nancy snaps, shutting up most of the chatter and giving his rising panic something to focus on. "Why do you think it's not Hopper? Or that he's not in control of himself?"

"He- He invited me to the cottage for dinner?"

"What?"

"Yeah just dinner and talking? And that- that's weird right?"

Nancy sighs and Steve hears Hop say something from outside his apartment. He's running out of time. "Why is that so weird Steve?"

"Cause he doesn't like me. And Joyce really doesn't like me." He feels like that's obvious. "They don't like me and they're busy with other stuff. They wouldn't willingly ask me over for dinner and football or some shit so something has to be up."

"Seriously kid?"

He doesn't scream as he drops the walkie-talkie, spinning around to face the voice behind him.

"You're calling an emergency cause I invited you to dinner?"

Again, he feels like this is obvious. "Yes. I don't know what happened but we're going to fix it Hop, I promise. Or, like, if you're something controlling Hop or wearing his face or some shit I will figure it out and I will find the most painful way to kill you."

Hop runs a hand down his face again, he's going to have so many wrinkles after this. "Fucking Christ, kid. Is it so crazy that we wanted to try and get to know you? Make sure you're fed and taking care of yourself since apparently Owens isn't making sure you're alright?!"

What the fuck?

"Yes!" That seems to make Hop take a step back. "I tried for years to try and get the slightest acknowledgement from you! I've spent the last year taking care of the kids and monitoring the gates and fighting Powell and Owens every time they decide to try something stupid and almost get their men killed cause I realized you never meant it!" God he can hear his voice breaking and feel the tears starting to roll down his face. "You never meant it. But you meant it for El and Will and fuck, even Jonathan. And they deserved that. They needed you and you couldn't be there if you and Joyce were fighting with Owens and-" He can't hold back the sob that rips out from deep in his chest. "And I don't- I can't- I just-"

"Hey, hey kid. I need you to breath for me. Okay? Can you just let it out in one push and take a deep breathe in."

There's a large, warm hand rubbing up and down his back. His running nose is throbbing, his sore ribs are probably cracked now from how tightly he's folded in on himself and his injured leg feels wet like he pulled the stitches when he dropped to his knees on the threadbare rug. There's a deep rumbling voice talking to him, telling him how to breathe and asking him to sit up, let go of the walkie he can hear crackling as people call his name and ask Hopper what's going on. It's all just too much.

Why?

"What was that, kid?" Oh. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Why?"

"I fucked up. I'm trying this thing called owning up to my mistakes." Steve lets out a wet laugh that turns into a pained groan when it shakes his ribs. "Come on, let's get you up here." He tries not to cry out when Hop lifts him up from under his armpits, pulling at his ribs, but he knows he lets out a sharp whimper. "You fuck up your ribs?"

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, dumb question." Hop chuckles self-deprecatingly. "Look, let's get your ribs wrapped and we'll get you down to the hospital to get checked out an-"

"No. No hospital. Can't do 'em."

"Kid you need to get looked at and maybe some pain meds and antibiotics while you heal up."

"No fucking drugs." Steve practically growls, his teeth clenched and eyes burning as he stares up at Hop. "I'll take your fucking antibiotics but I can take a couple of ibuprofen and call it a day."

"A couple of- What the fuck, kid? You can barely walk and you're telling me you're not in serious pain?"

"I've had worse."

"Bullshit." The kid winces and the look on his face closes off. "Stop trying to be a hero and just admit you need help." Steve rolls his eyes.

"I'm fine, Hop. I've walked off worse."

"Again, I call bullshit."

"You know how thorough our Russian friends could be."

"What?"

Steve shrugs, an angry grimace on his face. "Once you live through Russian military questioning and hiking through Upside Down Hawkins, most everything after that's a piece of cake."

"Jesus Christ-"

"I don't think saying his name is gonna make him listen to ya now."

"Ya ain't cute, kid."

Steve gives him the same smile he always did whenever Hop crashed one of his 'King Steve' parties. "I'm adorable." He chuckles at himself and Hop finds himself laughing along at the kid's attitude. "What do you want, Hopper?" Steve's voice is quiet. It wavers in a way that tells him the kid is sad and hesitant and tired and Hopper can feel something niggling at the back of his mind. "You come over out of the blue asking me to dinner with your family like that's something we do. What the fuck man? What are you trying to do?"

"Like I said kid: I realized fucked up. Bad. And I'm trying to fix it."

"That's it?"

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

Steve leans back, the rocking chair leaning farther back than Hop feels comfortable with considering the kid's injuries but he manages to not rock back so far he falls. "Alright then. So what do you need?"

Hop can't follow this kid at all and he's not sure when that happened. If it's always been like that. "What are you talking about kid? You're the one that's all beat up." His mind goes back to swollen eyes and bruised knuckles covered in a rainbow of haphazardly placed bandages being fussed over by a group of dirty but uninjured kids. Bloody sailor uniforms rounding up rowdy kids without a mark on them despite obvious injuries and a slight limp and what might be bruised ribs. Bandages being removed to expose red raised around a strong neck that looks like someone took barbed wire to it and bulky bandages poking out from beneath stolen shirts. "What are you talking about what I need?"

Steve lolls his head to look at Hopper. For the first time all evening his eyes are trained on the older man unflinching and not anxiously darting away. His smile is more a resigned grimace. "What do you need to get Robin -and I'm guessing the kids- off your back?"

"It's not just because of them."

"But it is because of them."

"I want to make this right."

"It's not yours to fix, Hop. I've made peace with that. Thought I'd made that clear to the rest of them."

"I thought the kids didn't know."

"Not about you being my emergency contact and like, in charge of making big medical decisions if they couldn't get a hold of my parents. But that you'd stop by the house to make sure I hadn't like drowned washing my hair after I took a beating. That I put more stock in that than I should have."

"You were right to put stock in that stuff Steve. Fuck, if I knew anyone else in that situation I'd assume they'd basically adopted you. It makes sense."

Steve shrugs, wincing less this time. "That's life, can't fix it now."

"Will you let me try?"

"I mean. I'm giving you a get-out-of-jail-free card here man."

"And I'm not taking it."

"Well. It's there, whenever you decide to take it."

"Thanks but no thanks, kid."

"Hey, your choice Hop. Ever get tired of the boardwalk just say the word and it's yours. Do not pass 'Go!'. Do not collect $200."

"Monopoly, really?"

"My head may have gotten a knock too. Not a concussion but I'm a little... swimmy."

"Swimmy?"

"Uhm-hmm"

Hop chuckles, "You're an odd duck, kid, you know that? An odd, pain in my ass, duck."

Steve feels his face splitting in a wide smile that pulls at a small cut on his lip and lets his head fall back, his body finally starting to come down from the adrenaline rush that has been this entire interaction.

"Quack quack."

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[mistercrowbar]

Starting playing BG3 a month ago, and I'm 130ish hours in. I run a DND club at the high school I teach at, and quite a few of my ceramics students/DND club kids have payed BG3. Make of that what you will given the age hah.

That said, I LOVE your boy's night/girl's night illustrations, and since I'd seen your Tav in a few pieces while trying to avoid spoilers, I thought they may have been a companion before I got too far. If the memes are appropriate, I've shared them to start convos with the kids and all. What I've seen of your comics is hilarious and wholesome, and make me smile. They've gone the rounds enough that my little nerdlings are even aware of your Tav's design, and I wanted to share that!

I know I'm late to the game and all, but would love if someone shared my work and it was so well received. Stay happy and healthy, and best of all to you!

Awuwauwauahwuahahauh i’m so honoured ;u; 💖💖💖 like it blows me away whenever someone leaves a tag saying my little guy is one of their fav tavs and to know there’s a bunch of high schoolers out there who enjoy the comics aaaaa that’s really awesome!

I;m so amused you thought he was a companion too aghdhjs maybe a tangent but i posted two variants of the Karlach Hugs piece online, one with Aldiirn and one without, and it warms my heart that i’ve mostly seen the version with him reposted.

i hope all your nerdlings keep having great d&d adventures and enjoy the comics to come! Thank you so much for sharing with me ;u;

[jo-harrington]

Lack of Faith (Eddie Munson)

Summary: Eddie Munson. Dungeon Master, Rock Star Wannabe, King of the Freaks and the Nerds. Can you believe that he doesn't like Star Wars?

Characters: Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, Wayne Munson, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair

Themes/Warnings: Our nerdy boy being a nerd, and his nerdlings making him worse, Star Wars references, might borrow some dialogue from the movie Fanboys (2009), boys will be boys, angst-ish, hurt/comfort-ish?, friendship, reference to some FOI characters, don't worry about it.

Note: This has been a thought that's lingered in my mind for quite some time as I am a HUGE Star Wars fan. And a little talk with @br0ck-eddie today (an unrelated topic) brought this back to the forefront of my mind. Tagging @fracturedarkness and @courtingchaos for no reason other than "you'll like it."

This is not an xReader fic. This is about Eddie and Star Wars and if you nerf-herders can't accept that, you can get the kriff out of here. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT JIZZ IS, KEEP FUCKING MOVING NORMIE.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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It was a normal lunch period.

Well, as normal as it could be when you sat at Hellfire Club's table in the cafeteria. There was no talk of homework, or dates, or crushes.

Instead Gareth was tapping a beat against the edge of the table with two unsharpened No.2 pencils, Dave was working on a new character sheet with Eddie after he suffered a tragic and untimely death during their last session, and the freshman were arguing about something down at their end of the table.

Their heads were bent together, occasionally Mike would throw his head back and groan, and then get right back to his furious whispers. And although Eddie, gracious and fearless leader that he was, was typically grateful that they kept their mindless drivel to themselves, today he was curious.

He could hear little tidbits of their conversation and they intrigued him enough:

"...they still kissed."

"That was to make Han jealous."

"That was the second time, what about the first time?"

"The first time they were about to die!" Dustin got to his feet now, staring at Mike with wide, incredulous eyes. "They were swinging ten-thousand feet in the air!"

"Hey!" Eddie shouted at them now, as kids at the surrounding tables started to stare and laugh. And usually, yes, he'd flip them off, tell them to mind their own business. Pull the whole freak card to get them to look away. The freshman needed to learn when to not place a target on their own backs; he hopefully wouldn't be here to protect them forever. "Shut up! Sit down!"

The three boys immediately clamped their mouths shut and Dustin sunk back into his seat as the older boys snickered.

"What's so important that you're about to start throwing punches over there?" Eddie questioned. The boys seemingly made themselves smaller and Eddie had to sigh. "Come on, I'm not gonna bite your heads off."

The entirety of Hellfire Club shot a skeptical look at him and his rolled his eyes.

"M-maybe you can help us," Mike suggested. "We're in the middle of a debate."

"A debate? What kind of debate?"

"One of the utmost importance," Dustin said desperately. "Because Mike is insane."

"I am not! You're the one who's lost it. 'There's something innate.' Did we even watch the same movie?"

The boys all started to bicker again, louder this time, and Eddie needed to whistle to get them to quit it.

"See that's not very helpful. Why don't you tell me what movie, and what the problem is, and I can offer final and absolute judgement."

"Because you're right all the time," Jeff muttered under his breath to Gareth, causing Eddie to toss an eraser at him good-naturedly.

"Star Wars," the three freshman all answered simultaneously, and then they started talking over each other about whether Luke and Leia knew they were siblings when they kissed or if he had a thing for Leia and if Han was really weirded out by it all when he found out.

They were so caught up in their explanation that they didn't notice the members of Corroded Coffin get all tense, or the way that Eddie began to clench his fists and grit his teeth.

Until aforementioned lead guitarist stood up himself and hauled his backpack over his shoulder. They all stared at him, his bandmates with fearful eyes, and the freshman with hopeful ones.

"Easy," Eddie answered with a sardonic smile. "Star Wars is a dumb shit movie and you shouldn't waste your breath arguing over it."

And he walked past his friends just as the bell rang signaling the end of the period.

---

"What do you mean you don't like Star Wars?"

"Drop it Henderson."

"Is it...are you more of a Trek fan? Is that it?"

"It's not--"

"Because it's ok if you are! I like Star Trek too. I got Vulcan ears for Christmas last year and I have the new Klingon dictionary on hold at Waldenbooks. Pretty sure I'm already better at it than Latin."

"Do you not understand the meaning of drop it?" Eddie slammed his locker shut and stared at the younger boy. "I just don't like it. It's...it's--"

"It's a cultural phenomena!" Dustin cut him off. "It's only the most detailed and expansive fictional universes I've ever experienced. Even better than Tolkien."

"That's blasphemy," Eddie scoffed.

"Ok maybe not Tolkien," Dustin conceded, hands held out innocently. "But seriously, it's insane. I thought that you'd be all over it. I was gonna even talk to you about helping me plan a small one-shot for Lucas' birthday set in the Star Wars universe. I would DM!"

Eddie, though annoyed with the topic conversation, fondly pushed the bill of Dustin's hat over his eyes.

"Come on!"

"Listen I'll help you," Eddie promised. "Whatever you wanna cook up for Sinclair's birthday, I'm your guy. I'll even get the guys to come and play if you want a bigger group. Just anything but Star Wars ok?"

He started to walk away but Dustin was hot on his heels, dodging other students left and right to stay in-step with Eddie.

"Why not? Just give me one good reason why you don't like Star Wars, and I'll drop it. Is it because Obi-Wan wasn't secretly Luke's father? Or..." He fumbled over his words, struggling to find a reason that his friend didn't like one of his favorite series. "Or...because Wedge was a better pilot than Luke but somehow Luke was the star of the Rebel Alliance."

"Stop it now."

"Do you not like C-3P0? No one likes C-3P0! Wait...is that your favorite character and you don't like the movie because everyone else hates him?"

Dustin was sure he'd hit the nail on the head and offered explanations and tried to convince Eddie that he was all wrong. And all of it fell on annoyed ears until Eddie, at his wits end, turned and grabbed Dustin by the shoulders. He stopped them dead in their tracks in the middle of the hallway, uncaring of the other students groans and insults as they pushed past.

"I don't like Star Wars," Eddie said through gritted teeth, a sense of finality in his words so the subject could be dropped once and for all. "Because I've never seen the movies. And I don't want to. They're overhyped, and dumb, and just a way to get little idiots like you to spend their money on posters and action figures and life savers."

"Lightsabers," Dustin corrected him, but then backtracked. "Wh--Eddie? What do you mean? You have to have seen them! Ed...Eddie wait!"

The metalhead let him go and the quickly retreated into the crowd leaving Dustin to call after him, confused.

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Of course, news spread to the other freshman quickly. Dustin was devastated, Lucas was lost, and Mike felt betrayed that his role model--loose definition--hadn't seen the movies that shaped him as a person to this day. Shaped all of them.

Into nerds.

Even Max was surprised to hear that her neighbor hadn't seen it, as she was dragged to the depths of the Wheeler's basement along with the boys to discuss how this all could have happened.

They thought of everything. Body swaps and mind control. A curse! Mike was dead set on Eddie being a die-hard trekkie and, as someone who disliked the Trek himself, got irrationally angry about it.

"I swear he didn't even bat an eye when I told him about the Klingon!" Dustin exclaimed. "I just...I don't know."

"Well have you asked the rest of the geek patrol?" Max questioned, and all the boys turned to stare at her. "If Eddie hates it so much that he doesn't want to talk about it, the others have known him for a lot longer than any of us have. They're bound to know something right?"

"See this?" Dustin snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "This is why we need you in Hellfire. Eddie wouldn't be able to trick us anymore, you'd see right through it."

"Not gonna happen," she deadpanned.

The boys protested her refusal to play DnD with them, but took her advice and ran with it.

For a solid week, they pestered Jeff, Gareth, and Dave. And for a solid week, the older boys refused to budge. They tried everything. Bribes, blackmail, threats.

"You think," Gareth laughed when the boys cornered him outside the locker room before PE. "That I'm gonna tell you anything after you threaten to have Steve Harrington beat me up? That guy might've been a big douchebag few years ago, but I know he's a loser working at Family Video now."

All hope was lost as he was about to head to class. Until Mike spotted someone out of the corner of his eye, leaving the athletics hall for their next class, and he was struck with inspiration. He called out to Gareth.

"What if I can get you one of my sister's bras?"

Gareth skidded to a halt and looked over his shoulder with shock and, surprisingly, intrigue.

"...go on," he nodded.

Thus, a negotiation was made before the coach blew his whistle. And a few days later after school, at the picnic table out in the woods behind the football field, the exchange took place.

"Gimme the goods," Gareth held his hand out for his bounty.

"Story first, bra later," Lucas scoffed at him. "Otherwise what's to stop you from taking it and leaving."

Gareth clenched his hands and then let out a long-suffering sigh.

"At least lemme see what color it is."

The three freshman ducked their heads together to discuss the risks, and then Mike unzipped his backpack and flashed the tiniest peak of pastel purple lace at him.

"Nice," Gareth nodded. "Alright! You better not have anywhere else to go, we're gonna be here for a little while."

"My mom's not coming to get us until 6," Dustin agreed.

Gareth then took the time to weave the tale. One he heard from Jeff, who heard it from some guy named Dougie, who heard it from a girl named Ronnie, who only knew about it because she was there.

"It's his closely kept secret," Gareth explained. "Ronnie was still here when I was a freshman, and she wouldn't say shit about it. Which is why this can never make it back to me."

"We swear," the boys said simultaneously, and all crossed their hearts.

Apparently, Eddie had been all excited for the very first Star Wars movie when it first premiered. He saw the posters for it at the Hawk and babbled on and on about what it might be about. He'd always been a little interested in space, thanks to Star Trek--

"I knew it!" Dustin exclaimed.

"God damn it!" Mike cursed. "He's a Trekkie!"

"Are you gonna let me tell this story?" Gareth hissed.

"Sorry," Lucas apologized and slugged both of his friends in the arm.

--and he thought Star Wars was gonna be the next big thing. He was sure of it. Not only that, it was gonna be his new favorite thing. He was hesitant to ask his dad to buy tickets for the two of them to go and see the movie together. What with money being tight and his dad's unreliable presence. Still, he heard that the local radio station was giving two tickets away and he called and called and called until he won them.

"Wow," Mike was awestruck. "Two tickets for the opening day of Star Wars. Can you imagine? What a lucky son of a bitch."

"Uh," Dustin watched Gareths shifting eyes and pursed lips. "Mike I think you're forgetting something."

"What?"

"He didn't see it, dipshit," Gareth sneered. "Duh. Isn't that the whole point of you guys bothering me with this? Did you forget?"

Eddie, excited for the day, told his dad, Al, two weeks in advance. He and Ronnie had picked up the tickets for the show after school one afternoon, lying to Ronnie's grandma about having detention. And Al Munson, father of the year, promised that he would be around to take Eddie.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said and flashed his charming smile at his young and hopeful son. "We can make a day of it, how's that? You got the tickets, I've got dinner at Benny's afterwards. And you can get a sundae for dessert."

Eddie was over the moon, happy that his dad was finally excited for something that he enjoyed. He couldn't be bothered with Lord of the Rings or Narnia or any of the other stories that Eddie enjoyed, but he was excited for this. Probably because it had Wars in it. But that was ok. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

And then the morning finally came. A Wednesday in May, almost time for summer break. Al was sitting on the couch looking at something in the newspaper and Eddie reminded him about the movie before he left to catch the school bus. Al simply patted him on the head and promised to pick him up at 3 so they'd have plenty of time to get a good seat and watch the previews.

"And then the asshole never showed up," Gareth scoffed and broke all the kids hearts.

They didn't know a whole lot about Eddie's dad; he purposefully said precious little except that he was in jail and "belonged there, good riddance." If a good word was said about anyone in Eddie's family, it was said about his uncle Wayne. And even then it was scarce. Hearing this whole story though instantly put a bad taste in their mouths about the elder Munson.

Gareth continued the story, telling them how Eddie sat at one of the picnic tables for his dad until Ronnie and her grandma offered to drive him to the theater so at least he could see the movie. Ronnie even offered to see it with him. But Eddie refused.

"He was sure that his dad was coming. Waited there for hours. Until the movie had started, and then was over. And then he walked home alone."

"But..." Mike frowned. "But then why didn't he try again? Why didn't he go to see it when Empire came out...or...or Lucas...remember when your dad took us to see Return of the Jedi a couple years ago? And we tried to get him to take us all to the midnight showing of the whole trilogy?"

"Yeah! He told us we were crazy for wanting to sit there for 8 whole hours."

"But he didn't wanna see it," Gareth shook his head. "That's the whole point. His dad pissed him off, and now...he's written it all off. He refuses, because...I guess he doesn't wanna admit how upset he was. I don't even know if he cried! Ronnie never told anyone what happened afterwards. We all just know not to say anything about Star Wars around him."

Gareth got his bounty in the end and left, and the three freshman all sat there, defeated.

"I almost wish he was a trekkie," Mike said sadly.

"My dad's left us and it's still somehow not that bad," Dustin whispered.

"Listen," Lucas straightened his shoulders and looked at his friends. "This...man it really sucks, but we can't just give up. Eddie deserves to know all the ups and downs of Star Wars. He would love it. Probably more than the three of us combined. Hell, even Max thought so!"

The other boys nodded in agreement and sat upright as Lucas got to his feet.

"Are we just gonna sit here and let our friend who always looks out for us miss out on the best thing that he's ever seen just cuz his dad's a big asshole? Or are we gonna look out for him too?"

Mike and Dustin clapped and cheered and whooped.

And then the three of them got out their notebooks and began to scheme.

---

Eddie rang the doorbell of the Wheeler's house and waited silently on the porch, hands fiddling with the small gift and binder in his hands.

9am was too fucking early for a birthday party, in his opinion, but for the kids--for Lucas--and for Dungeons and Dragons...eh...he could stand to lose some sleep on a Saturday.

As long as they were done by 7 so he could go make a few bucks at Matt Donovan's party over on Elm. He'd lose out on sleep, but not cash.

The door opened and a tired-looking Ted Wheeler looked Eddie up and down with a sigh, then waved him in.

"They're all downstairs," he droned. "Snacks and sodas in the kitchen. Karen's gone to the store to get more. We're ordering pizza for lunch and there'll be cake a little later."

"Great," Eddie gave him a stiff nod. "Thanks."

Ted grumbled something about "having enough birthday parties for his own three kids let alone their friends too" and Eddie rolled his eyes.

Asshole.

He kicked off his sneakers in the pile by the stairs to the basement and then shuffled down the steps, eager to join his favorite group of idiots for a day of fantasy escapism.

And he was excited; it had been a while since he'd gotten to play one of his characters and Dustin had put together a fantastic campaign for Lucas.

Only...when Eddie got to the basement, he was in for a shock.

No tables and chairs, no dice, no maps or figures. No binders or books or character sheets. Nothing.

Just his friends all sitting together on and around the couch facing the tv set that had been set up in front of it.

With lightsabers in their hands.

They all cheered when they saw Eddie, Lucas the loudest of all.

Well, not all of them. Jeff, Gareth, and Dave all looked about ready to run. Especially when they saw the scathing look on Eddie's face.

"You're finally here!" Lucas laughed. "You're late.

"Happy Birthday," Eddie deadpanned and threw the gift to him. "What the hell is going on here?"

"What does it look like?" Dustin snarked. "It's Lucas' birthday."

"It was supposed to be Dungeons and Dra--"

"Well, I changed my mind," Lucas said smugly. "I thought...you know what, save it for the summer so we can make it longer than just a one-off campaign. Dustin worked really hard on it after all."

Eddie couldn't deny that. Still he glared at the plastic...toys that the boys all held.

"And you just happened to pick Star Wars?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest as he eyed them all skeptically.

"It's my favorite," Lucas insisted. "Not the first time I've had a Star Wars themed party. First time we're watching the trilogy all the way through though."

"Yeah cuz someone fell asleep last time we tried," Dustin jabbed Mike in the shoulder with his lightsaber pointedly.

"That's why we're starting so early this time," Mike parried with a jab to Dustin's stomach.

"So," Lucas stared Eddie down with challenge in his eyes. "Are you just gonna stand there and ruin my party? Or are you gonna sit down? Because we're never gonna get to Empire by the time the pizza gets here if we don't start soon."

Eddie stared at the hopeful expressions in all of his friends--his little sheeps--faces. Even the ones who were familiar with his feelings about the franchise.

And he weighted his options.

Eddie was a man who abided by the code. He'd gotten burned to many times in life not to. And that code included things like never trust your dad, rich people are assholes, popular girls are bad news. Somewhere in that list though, between always change your underwear when you think they're still clean and shake the can of soda before you hand it to your friends was never watch Star Wars.

It'd been that way for years.

But since the start of the school year, since Eddie had met these three kids...he'd started changing his code.

Steve Harrington wasn't an asshole. Well he used to be, but he proved that he could change.

Not all popular girls were bad news. Nancy was helping him work towards a better grade in biology and the student council president had slipped her number into Eddie's locker the other day.

And while there might be things that would never change--his father wasn't trustworthy, end of story--he figured...for his friends he might be able to bend some of his self-imposed rules.

Eddie sighed and looked at television screen with the words A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away... frozen, and he felt a little pang in his heart.

And if he could do things like that for his friends...

His inner 10-year old self was sitting at that picnic table still, waiting for the van to pull into the parking lot. Only this time, he wasn't left high and dry. This time a much older Eddie drove up and popped open the van doors for little Eddie to hop in. They could finally fulfill this dream together.

...he certainly could do things like that for himself.

"Alright," he closed the distance and pushed his way through his friends so he could plop front and center on the floor in front of the television. He tried to keep the sour attitude, but as a blue plastic lightsaber was pressed into his hands, he couldn't help but crack a smile. "Let's see what all the hype is about."

The group cheered and Gareth pressed play on the remote.

And as the swell of music began and STAR WARS flashed on the screen, Eddie said aloud...

"Hey guys, what if it sucks?"

[fabled-lady-twilla]

✨Twilla's Fandom Blog Introduction✨

Hello my fellow nerdlings, my name is Twilla and this is my new multi-fandom/fanfiction writing inspiration blog. I'm currently looking for active fanfiction writeblrs and MHA/JJK/general fandom blogs to follow and interact with! I would really appreciate it if you could like or reblog this so I can follow you and we can chat about our favorite fandoms and ships. ♡

A Little About Me

I'm a sassy bisexual woman-child (in her late twenties) who LIVES for reading and writing fanfiction and original fiction stories. For those of you that don't know me, my other blog is lovelyladyventress, which is mainly a FF7-centric blog. The few fandoms I love enough to write fanfiction for are as follows: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Final Fantasy 7.

My Absolute Favorite Ships

My Hero Academia

OTP(S): ShigaDeku🖤 (This ship is ✨ruining✨my life)

Runner-Ups: BakuDeku🧡, DabiHawks💙, TogaChako💜

Other Ships: TodoDeku, DabiDeku, ShinDeku, DekuHawks, ShigaDabiDeku, DabiDekuHawks, KiriDekuBaku, TodoBakuDeku, Dekubowl, EndHawks, ShigaDabiHawks, ShinKami, MonoShin, KiriBaku, KudoIchi, TogaChako, TsuChako, MiruYumi, SetsuMori, MitsuInko, KacChako, KamiJirou, IidaMei, MezoTsuyu, OjiToru, KiriMina, ToshInko

Themes, Tropes, and Content I Write

exploring human relationships: platonic, familial, and romantic

enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, friends to lovers

sensuality, intimacy, slow burn romance, spicy scenes

soulmates, souls bonds, magical ties, and mental links that are usually tied to main enemy (looking at you ShigaDeku)

angsty, whumpy, dark, intense, and sometimes traumatic scenes, and lots of hurt/comfort (with HEAPS & HEAPS of comfort)

sexual identity, self-discovery, individual journeys, character growth, overcoming adversity and bad experiences, and of course, finding genuine happiness at the end of the story. Very, very few stories I write have sad, unsatisfying endings (because I am a TOTAL sap haha)

If any of above sounds appealing to you, give me a follow and lets chat! ❤️❤️❤️

[spectrechosts]

Slimetember

@relia-robot made a set of daily prompts for slime stories for september, which I started doing and then my motivation swiftly dropped off a cliff when Cohost was announced to be shutting down at the end of the month. Still, got two done!

PROMPT: Ooze that's pretending to be a suit of armor

"Hey beautiful." Jilx says, swaggering unsteadily along the cavern wall. "I see you're admiring the impermeability of my surface bits."

Glelm looks at her, covered head to blobby leg-ending-appendage in thick plated armor, and laughs; the sound bubbling out of her musically.

"Now where'd you get that?" She asks, rising out of puddle into a human shape.

"Oh, you know-" Jilx says, as she tries to move away from the wall. One of her heavy greaves shoots right out from under her as she puts weight on it, and she collapses entirely. "Big Blurt split a buncha kids off, left all sorts a' junk she didn't have the mass to carry anymore behind."

"And so you grabbed some armor?"

"And so I grabbed some armor!" She says proudly, reforming enough to throw a gauntleted hand over Glelm's shoulder. "Feel how solid my hand is!"

"Ooooh~" Glelm coos. "Why, I bet you could push it right into my soft squishy body."

"I bet we could have sex without melding together at all." Jilx gurgles, low and filthy.

Glelm gasps, mockingly scandalized.

"How kinky."

~

PROMPT: Slime that's gonna trans your gender

Ameria slowly leafs through her Encyclopedia of Slimes, Oozes, and Other Gels, Third Edition.

"Fer fucks sake bookworm, can I slay it or not?" Storr complains, inching closer and closer to the large slime blocking their way.

"It's- It's complicated!"

"It's blue." He grunts. "Check under B. For blue."

"He's getting better with his letters, soon you'll be out of a job Ame." Drawls their necromancer, lounging on her throne of skeletal hands.

"It's not that simple!" Ameria whines. "It isn't the right blue! It's not light enough to be a frost slime, it's not dark enough to be the common blue- it's got like a slight tinge of green to it, but it's too uniform to be a mixture of multiple slimes. I don't know that this one's in the encyclopedia."

"Alright-" Storr grunts, hefting his axe. "Write this down."

He cleaves into the side of the massive cube filling the hall, ripping and tearing through the soft mass, boring a tunnel right down the center as he goes.

"That isn't- You shouldn't-!" Ameria protests as she dodges chunks of slime being tossed back out of the opening. "Are you okay?!"

"Seems fine to me. C'mon."

The torrent of slimy debris comes to a stop, and the two girls carefully follow through the tunnel to catch up with Storr, who is-

"Oh my~" Hums the necromancer.

"Oh my!" Squeaks Ameria, covering her eyes. "Um, Storr, um, um, um-"

"Breathe, nerdling."

"Do you… feel… okay?" She manages to ask. "…Different, at all?"

Storr is, he's- a girl!

"Feel good!" She says, and her voice is different but… familiar.

"Do you notice any… changes?"

"I'm noticing some big changes." Says the necromancer, unabashedly leering at Storr's new body.

"Mm. Slime made me a woman." She says, nodding.

"One hell of a woman."

"Do we have any particular feelings about this?"

"I know I-"

"Not asking you!"

"Creepy likes me, she didn't before." Storr says, pointing.

"Okay I should be clearer I guess- Storr, do you feel uncomfortable at all?"

"No. Feel a nice little tingle inside."

"Well- that's probably good." Ameria sighs, relieved. "I'll take a sample for color reference and write more detailed notes when we're back in town. Um… Would you like to put a shirt on?"

"A true warrior fights bare-chested."

"Won't hear any complaints from me. Ame?"

"It's- It's a little distracting-" She says, staring at her feet as she collects a glob of slime and seals it in a vial.

[totallyshattered]

May the 4th be with all of you, my horny little nerdlings!

Fun Daddy fact: Today is also my anniversary. 17 years married!

Extra Fun Daddy Fact: Wifey did NOT know 5/4 was Star Wars day when she put the wedding on that date. I said NOTHING and got the best date possible. When she eventually realized like 4 years later, I got repeatedly smacked pretty hard while I laughed myself into stomach cramps.

Not So Fun Extra Daddy Fact: When I, being the massive Star Wars fan that I am, found out we were having boy/girl twins, I was forbidden to name them Luke and Leia in penance for my previous anniversary-related Star Wars transgression.

[laventadorn]

Re-reading TNER for... oh probably the twentieth time because I'm an obsessive little nerdling who loves snariette 🥰 and for some reason this time round reading Snape smoking gave me this weird moment of imagining him looking like the woman in the JOB cigarette advert. I imagine you know the one

Well its nearly a week later and the image was still in my head so I figured I'd try and draw it.

So what do you reckon is he Snape enough to continue to adding his name in the background and some colour or should I try again? Quite a random ask I know but you said on someone else's ask you don't mind random and I have no one else to discuss my drawings possible Snapeness with and I'm just a touch biased lol

Hope your having a nice week 😊

GKDJFJFK he is AMAZINGggg omg :DDDD

it’s inspired!!! i think if you want to continue it, this would be magnificent and i would be ✨✨✨✨👍👍👍👍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

even if you do not decide to continue (art is like that, inspiration is like that, motivation and energy etc) this right here makes me very happy too :3 i love it!!!!

[cemetrygatess]

Some thoughts and tips on beating writers block:

1. You cannot beat writers block by wanting to write

And in fact in my experience, the more you want to write, the less able you will be to do so. For me, the biggest step in overcoming writers block is accepting that I have it and that’s normal and okay. More pressure and self critical thinking has never helped me.

2. Ban yourself from writing

Reverse psychology can be something you do to yourself!! Set a date before which you are not allowed to write (a week, a month your choice). Whenever I do this I rarely make it to the day I said I would without “cheating” and writing.

3. When you are writing, set future you up for success.

Write one sentence of the next section or chapter. Or give yourself a little outline of what happens next. Write a few bits of dialogue for an upcoming portion. Anything that makes it so you are not tackling something empty next time you start.

4. Classically condition yourself

This one is going to sound nuts but I did it on accident for work. Every day I would play a specific number game (nerdle) to get my brain started and that made we wake up a bit and be ready to code. Now I can play that game and get started working so much more easily than before. It can be anything- a place to sit, a flavor of tea, some activity you do before, etc etc etc. Ideally it should something you like doing but only do before writing. Of course you have to start this while you’re writing, but once the connection is there you can trick your brain later. Also! You may have done this without realizing, in which case, following your old habits might help you write!

5. It’s okay to switch WIPs

If George RR Martin can do it so can you! Will he ever write winds of winter? Seemingly no, but he has written other books. If there’s a Problem with something you’re writing you can and should take a break and write something else. If your thing is too sad, write something happy. If it’s too complicated and plotty, write something simple. You might find yourself drawn back to what made excited about the wip later.

6. Done is better than Perfect/editing is easier than writing

All hail the shitty first draft! It can be terrible! So bad! It’s easier to write poorly than well. Give yourself permission to write poorly.

7. Community helps

Join a writers group or discord! Little group writing sprints and discussions make writing less solitary and more communal. Similarly, doing writing for specific events (NaNoWriMo or fandom exchanges etc) can help you feel like you are writing for something and often there is a community built in! People that wrote a lot for school sometimes find a deadline helpful.

8. Is it really writers block?

You might have writers block, or you might have other stuff going on! Maybe the writers block is actually a symptom of a mental or physical health issue. Maybe you’re really stressed at work or school or by family. I recommend going after the cause if this is the case! See a therapist or a doctor! Finish school! Change jobs! Move somewhere better! The writing will be there when you are ready for it. In the meantime forgive yourself for being human.

[schniggles]

Children, Behave (39258 words) by Schnikeys Chapters: 7/15 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Family, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, juvenile delinquents, POV Third Person Limited, Alternate Universe - Canon, BnHA Manga-Compliant, Strangers to Friends, Kirishima Eijirou Wears Crocs, Identity Reveal, Police Misconduct, Kirishima Eijirou Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Betaed, Don’t copy to another site, POV Kirishima Eijirou, Suspense

Chapter title: Recombinant Buddy

Chapter summary: Kirishima Eijirō interacts with some adults who think he’s an upstanding young man, some adults who think he’s an embarrassment to his parents, some adults who think he’s an adorable little goth, and some adults whom he’d much, much rather have no idea who he is.

Chapter notes: Contents include police misconduct, legally-permitted repression of civic engagement, culturally sanctioned child abuse, nerdlings who do schoolwork together for fun, therapeutic smashing, organized crime, and HARDCORE PUNK!!!

(Updates Mondays! The link may work a little oddly because it's archive-locked. If necessary, go to my author page first.)

[msookyspooky]

Hi Spooky !!! Sorry I’ve been kinda dead on the asks end (i have been keeping up with terrible trilogy and I’m loving it) but the Scream 6 trailer ?????? WHAT ????

Okay so I wasn’t as excited for it, specially because of Neve not being in it (still hoping that’s just them trying to trick us but she’s actually in the movie) but holy fucking shit the new tRAILER ????

YES !! YES !! I started screaming when watching the trailer “it’s Stu ! He survived ! It’s the cult plotline” cause I don’t fucking know where I saw this but Im SURE that one of the scrapped plots for 3 was Stu survived, went to jail and in jail found this cult like following and used them to terrorize Sidney (damn we could‘ve had it all)

The knife thing, the old ghostface mask, the literal fucking cult he has now !! All those ppl in the train (?) are probably red herrings, just ppl in their Halloween costumes, BUT OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEIR ALL IN THE CULT AND KILLING PPL ??? Actually terrifying

GF with a gun was hot (obviously) but I also lost it a little like ??? IS THAT ALLOWED ??? HE CANT HAVE A FUCKING GUN ??? Hot and also very scary (fucking delicious)

I’m now so excited for this fucking movie !! It’ll be the first Scream movie I get to see in theaters 🥺 so im really happy it’s gonna happen and I stg if I see Matthew Lillard getting unmasked— SPECIALLY if they pull some “Surprise Sidney” call back I think I’ll just cum immediately (is that too much ???? Nooo.... maybe ?? Idk you tell me skskskks)

If it’s not Stu however I think i have accidentally ruined this one for myself KSKSKSKS oh god

Star! I missed you where have you been loca? 😭💘

No valid!! I was so against it w/o Neve, I was like meh looks alright with the first trailer but the second??? I'm so sorry Neve but I gotta see it 🥲🎟

Him having a cult would be so damn amazing, never done before, scary af and SO FITTING FOR STU MACHER! AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SHRINE? IMAGINE STU HAVING BILLY'S GF COSTUME IN THE MIDDLE AND OBSESSING OVER GETTING HIS KID TO DIE OR JOIN HIM

Everyone talks about Billy but Stu was by far the scariest. Jill was really the only GF imo trying to hold a candle to Billy (We can't count Roman bc he was on his own and the original technically and Mrs. Loomis as well obviously). But how many GF's have we had try to be like Stu? Mickey may have fanboyed Billy but he acted like Stu, Amber for sure, Charlie gladly took Stu's role next to Jill's Billy (Slapping himself and saying just like Billy and Stu the lil nerdling) Why? BECAUSE STU WAS THE MOVIE AND YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A GF DUO LIKE BILLY AND STU

Stu was the og whose death wasn't clear, he was the goat and the franchise is doing such a fucking disservice to Matthew and fans by not finally showing SOMETHING to do with Stu Macher. 5 Movies and he's barely even mentioned??? No hate to Roman stans but it should have been Stu. BUUTTT Scream 6 looks infinitely better than 3 so if we get Stu in 6 being the baddest fucking GF we've ever seen AND with a cult following; I will be happy.

No it's not to much bc if I see Stu being that skilled with a shotgun and a knife pulling some marvel moves and shit? That's gonna be my porn forever. The edits of this mystery GF already have me feeling a certain way 😩❤️‍🔥😏🥵

(Give me peepaw GF I NEED IT if Michael Myers fans get a middle aged to old man to simp for so do we damn it)

[crystalelemental]

For those who need it: Dawn interaction chart from Zamcio.

At a glance, Pokemon, Places, and Friends are the really good topics, Other and Fashion are decent, but Items and Hobbies are rough.  Other and Places, however, only look this way because there are so many zone-specific options; some zones don’t get any options and the ratio is much worse tha nit seems.  Hobbies in particular suck, with effectively only one good option barring a specific location topic.

My favorite fun tidbits from the topics:

Dawn is also super interested in the Sinnoh lore.  It makes sense, but I don’t think they’ve ever confirmed that.

Dawn really likes Water types, despite not partnering with a single Water-type yet.

Outside of the core friends of Lucas, Barry, Rowan, and Cynthia...Dawn has no friends in Sinnoh.  All her secondary picks, at the mildly interesting stage, are off-region.  Also they’re Bugsy, Nessa, and Trevor.  Considering Bugsy and Trevor are little nerdlings, safe to say Dawn is absolutely in that camp.  Nessa’s a really interesting pick, though.

She seems fairly aligned to Galar stuff, talking about Dynamax, Wishing Stars, Wyndon, and Nessa, but apparently likes Hoenn as a region more, with Hoenn as a mid-tier topic, and Petalburgh City in particular as a location of mild interest.

I’d have to double check this but don’t want to put in the work: Despite her love of Water-types, the ocean is only mildly interesting.  Which is notable because the original 10 all had the ocean as a mid-tier favorite, and I don’t believe anyone’s had it lower ranked.  This is neat not just because of that particular factoid, but because Dawn seems to like Hoenn.  The region infamous for the water routes.  You can’t even say Petalburgh is a hint, because she doesn’t like forests any more than the ocean.  Maybe it’s because Outer Space is a mid-tier interest, and Hoenn’s all about space stuff?

[cha-mij]

NERDS: A Manifesto | A Capella Science

I got a lyrical proclivity

Special like relativity

General knack of physics

Incredible rap ability

Feeling me? Don't tell me these glasses lack in virility

I'm physically intimate yo

Cause physics is into me

The cold open

Nerds from CERN to Hoboken

The soft spoken

When talking openly

Gets your nose broken

It's no joke and I'm

Not hoping to make light

Just throwing a rope

If you got no hope

To hang tight

Dang right

I know what high school life is like

Can't fight

When every bully is twice your height

Turning the pages fascinated up late nights

But stay bright little nerdling

Cause when the hard part's done you got the world on a string

Leaving home as a hobbit you'll return as a king

Cause modern life is brain boxing and you're lord of the ring

It goes

Nerds!

Our name since junior high

But now we're Doctor Last Name saving juniors' lives

It goes

Nerds!

We got pushed at the front of the class

But now we running banks pushing fat stacks of cash

It goes

Nerds!

Ears burnin but we never let it catch fire

Stayed calm built a dot com empire

Nerds!

So keep your pride with your face in the dirt

Cause it's no secret that the geek shall inherit the earth

I'm repping nerd rights

Because we're hotter than thermite

Sharper that any pencil

At the start of the term

Might I suggest

That next to any text a nerd writes

That Hollywood gossip whoring

Is boring like a termite

Cause we're the greats

From Shakespeare to Cape Fear

Oscar nom dot com bubbles in your great beer

Engineers need a mention here

For turning tension and stress

Into a professional career

Yeah we've learned to be relentless

So whether you're a chemist

Inventor of medicines

Or a dental hygienist

Apprentice in theoretical dietetics of lettuce

Just get up and represent;

You know the world has got a nerd fetish

So all my geeks in the closet living secretly

I see you sneaking nature docs on the BBC

No time to hide, take pride in our legacy

Cause it's a brand new world; 51 Pegasi

Nerds!

You say we're lame; are you kidding me?

Nerds!

You think great techs can't have great sex?

We study Wikipedia pages and type in LaTeX

Nerds!

Kept you blind, under cover like a peregrine

Sly enough to leave you Hufflepuffin' while we Slytherin

Nerds!

I never got to be fly as a kid

But my vocabulary gave me sick rhymes to spit

I studied science

Grew up to be a rhyme sayer

No Minnesota connection, one of a kind

Say you're pumping iron?

I'm pumping ions through this bilayer

You can't abide this myelin if you try, player

Mind greater than a giant Ghana land snail

Sign "theta" when I'm answering my fan mail

Rhymes get under your skin just like a hang nail

Wits make you dizzy better hold on to the handrail

I know my limits,

So don't you try to limit me

Won't be derivative

Spitting back what you're giving me

What matters is understanding patterns and symmetry

So I'll be integrating your factual data lyrically

OMG so OP These NERDs

Got the ATP to defeat all you NPCs

LCD to your CRT

TNG to your TMZ

ICBM to your TNT

Cause we're explosive like caesium

Bright like burning magnesium

Swallow you like amoebas

Enveloping paramecium

Fighters right in our element

Like a knight in Elysium

When we bridle the elements

Hell we make it look easy hon.

You think it looks easy? Umm.

Well how bout we face off?

Ignoring laboratory procedure?

You'll blow your face off

So keep your He-Man stats in your grey skull

Cause grey matter is power

That's the power of Grayskull

Nerds!

They called us ADHD, made us take pills

Now we're rippin 88 keys, rocking great skills

Nerds!

If you ever took band or theatre

Take a bow to the haters

And say "Calc-u-later!"

Nerd!

You don't appreciate this high tone

Tell me again how you would die without your iPhone

Nerd!

Music, science and art, the trifecta

Kneel before the mighty pocket protector

[donatello-writes]

I’m sorry I half-assed the sketch of me…

The Nerdle is more important, obvs. 

[aelfgiure]

I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant. My childhood was hell, I knew I was broken as fuck, I only had a couple roll models of decent parenting.

When my daughter actually survived to be born? Terror and ecstasy all at once. This wee little human was my responsibility now, and by all the gods and demons I was going to do my best for her. My biggest touchstone was "what would my mother do in this situation?"

Then I did the opposite.

I listened to her. I told her stories. When I lost my temper I fucking apologized because that's the only way to do it, right? She had her Things she liked and I supported them, once to the point of making six distinct pirate outfits for her and her friends for Halloween. (Can't deny, that shit was fun.)

Every memory I have of her childhood is awesome, and I still feel like I won the lottery because how the hell did this fucked up weirdo nerdling end up spawning someone as beautiful, as smart and gracious and talented as HER?!

Being her mother has been a joy, a grand adventure, and there are no regrets on my part. I did my best and now she's living in another country, living her best life and it makes my heart fill with wonder every time I think about her.

My only regret has been this fucked up world isn't good enough for her. I'm doing my part to fix that. People that dislike their kids? Fuck. You. They're my kids now. I'll love them unconditionally and support them with all I've got, in this life and beyond.

[schniggles]

Children, Behave (27400 words) by Schnikeys Chapters: 5/11 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Family, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, juvenile delinquents, POV Third Person Limited, Alternate Universe - Canon, BnHA Manga-Compliant, Strangers to Friends, Kirishima Eijirou Wears Crocs, Identity Reveal, Police Misconduct, Kirishima Eijirou Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Betaed, POV Kirishima Eijirou, Suspense

Chapter Title: Only Child

Chapter Summary: Kirishima Eijirō experiences the epic highs and lows of high school delinquency, including more jackass stunts, nerdling behavior, reverse-theft, family dinner, a nice day at the mall, apparently-tsundere behavior, and overhearing your parent arguing on the phone.

Chapter notes: Contents include organized crime, disorganized crime, mixers, overindulgence in fried foods, medical implications, and discussion of canon-extrapolated intersectional societal prejudice.

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