#that's so important to me

[unclewaynemunson]

you got the wayne munson/scott clarke brainworms into my head, now deal with them (affectionate)

fair warning: i have no idea what i’m doing

“Oh, you don’t gotta get ready, Munson,” Danny says with a smirk as Wayne reaches for his work clothes and helmet to get changed.

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Guys decided you’re on kids duty today,” Danny explains with a leer, all too satisfied with himself. Wayne just raises his eyebrows, thoroughly unimpressed and unwilling to play games this early in the morning. “There’ll be a class coming by later, y’know, getting the good ok’ tour through the plant so their teacher can teach them what not to do with their lives.”

It’s said in that same tone they always use when talking about the job. Everyone hates it here. But they don’t hate the money. It’s a safe passageway into bitterness that Wayne tries not to follow.

So he sighs and heads outside again for a smoke. Wayne doesn’t mind the school trip days, they provide a welcome distraction; and he usually gets to keep out of it anyway, just walking along as the teachers do the talking, reigning in the kids that are either entirely too bored, or entirely too motivated to fuck shit up. Usually school trip days end with one or two stories to tell Eddie.

The cigarette is better company than his coworkers anyway. Far less depressing. And far less talkative.

The moment of silence is interrupted when a glaringly yellow school bus pulls up on the comically large car park. A man who looks like the comic book version of a science teacher actually jumps out and approaches him with a friendly expression Wayne wants to be wary of. But maybe it’s the gentle features, maybe it’s the big eyes, maybe it’s the ridiculous sweater vest. The point is, he’s not wary at all.

“Good morning!” the man says in what must be the the dictionary definition of chipper. “Hawkins Middle School, Scott Clarke is the name. Could I ask you to tell me where I can possibly find one mister Wayne Munson?”

“You’re talkin’ to him,” Wayne says around his cigarette.

The man, however, is not deterred in the slightest. “Wonderful! Guess we get to spend the morning together, then.” He ends on a chuckle Wayne would once have called endearing. But nothing is endearing at 7:30 in the morning. So he refuses.

Mr Clarke goes back to the bus, a right spring in his step as if he’s really looking forward to spending his day in this godawful plant. Maybe this day won’t be so bad at all.

“So, how do you like working in a plant?” Mr Clarke asks him, but contrary to the other teachers who like to make an example of Wayne one way or another, Clarke asks him privately. As though he’s genuinely interested.

“‘S fine,” Wayne answers truthfully, his gaze sweeping over the kids, busy as they are with some kind of work sheet. None of them are up to any funny business. Clarke really has a way with them. They seem to like him. Wayne can’t remember ever having liked any of his teachers. And what’s more, Clarke really seems to enjoy this. His friendly expression only shifts to excitement when he explains something, and it’s sort of fascinating to watch. Not that Wayne’s been watching.

It’s just that he doesn’t see many friendly faces, especially not around here, so he soaks it up while he can.

“How do you like bein’ a teacher?”

His face lights up like a nuclear glow stick and he goes on to tell Wayne about the joys of teaching, all while answering the kids’ questions, asking them not to run and not to bother the others while they’re still working.

As they continue with their tour, the two men stick together as if by a strong magnetic pull. Wayne even finds himself listening with rapt attention as Mr Clarke goes on and on about what kind of possibilities and dangers plants like this one bring, not only on a local or national scale, but globally. Hell, Wayne learns things about his job he never even cared about.

And he wonders how his life could have gone if there’d been someone like Scott Clarke in it. Not just as a teacher. As a friend. As a person. Maybe joy and excitement wouldn’t be strangers. Maybe genuine interest and kindness wouldn’t have become a thing of the past. Even clad in a sweater vest like that.

And if Wayne finds himself smiling for the first time in a really long while, he blames it on that sweater vest, too. And maybe on the way that Mr Clarke asked for his contact details so they could get together and perhaps cooperate on more school trips like that.

Not even Danny’s babysitter comments can sour his day, the note with Mr Clarke’s home telephone and address secure in his pocket.

Umm hello??? May I kiss you on the forehead? Bc I do know what you're doing and it's called BEING A GODDAMN GENIUS holy fuck!!!! I am very much not normal about this thank you very much. The way you capture both their personalities, and the way you phrase Wayne's inner voice? PERFECTION. I'm not even exaggerating, seriously. I'm fully on the Wayne/Scott train now. What should we call them? Scayne? Clarkson? Something more original? Help me! I hope it's okay if I add a lil something to this btw :) It's 1am and I should be asleep but hey this isn't gonna leave my brain anyway so I might as well get to it right away.

'What's this?' Eddie asks, tapping the note that's taped to the wall right next to the telephone.

'Nothin...' Wayne says. And usually it's quite convenient how his nephew needs less than half a word to understand him, but right now, he curses how in sync they are - because a truly devilish grin starts spreading over Eddie's face.

'Nothin, huh? You sure 'bout that? Should I...' He pauses to take the horn off the hook, still looking at Wayne in the exact same way the stray cats around the trailer park look at the fat birds that make their nests at the edge of the woods. '...call to find out?'

'Don't you dare, you little shit. I'll kick you out.'

Eddie only throws his head back in laughter. 'You would never.'

And he's right, of course he is. Wayne wouldn't dare joke about that if he wasn't one hundred percent sure that Eddie knew for a fact what a big fat lie that was.

'So you gonna tell me who it is?'

When Wayne keeps stubbornly silent, Eddie taps the note again, his big rings shining in the lamplight. 'Come on, there's even an address on it, I could just drive over there right now and find out for myself! You should've done a better job at hiding this shit if you actually wanted to keep your little secret.'

Wayne sighs; yet again, Eddie is right. He doesn't keep secrets, not from Eddie. Never.

'You know a Scott Clarke?'

It's almost comical how fast Eddie's jaw drops, and how wide he expands his already huge eyes; it makes him look like some comic book character.

'Are you kidding me?! He was my science teacher back in middle school! Tall, moustache, huge nerd?'

Wayne can do nothing but nod in confirmation, waiting for Eddie to inevitably laugh at him for at least five full minutes on end.

But that doesn't happen; the sudden softness in Eddie's gaze catches him by surprise.

'Jesus, Wayne – he's fucking awesome, man, seriously! One of the best teachers I ever had!' Eddie is practically skipping through the trailer now, his hair dancing around his face. 'I always thought he had a bit of a gay vibe, to be honest. Ha! I knew it!'

'Don't get your hopes up, boy,' Wayne answers. Because yes, he had an unexpectedly fun morning with Scott, and passing the time with him had been easy, and at some point they had laughed together about nothing like they were teenagers, and Scott had given him a somewhat mischievous smile when he gave Wayne that note – but he can't know. He can't assume. It simply doesn't work like that for him.

'Sides, you know I don't do relationships anyway,' he adds to tone down Eddie's enthusiasm.

Eddie frowns – reads between the lines exactly as well as he always does.

'It's been legal for ten years now, you do know that, right?'

'Course I do,' Wayne mutters. 'But for a long time, it wasn't. I'm glad you're too young to really understand what that means.'

Eddie lets himself fall onto the couch with a sigh. 'You should just give him a call. See what happens.'

Wayne snorts. 'Why do ya think I taped that damn note to the wall? Callin' him as soon as all the nosy eavesdroppers have left the building.'

Eddie laughs again, that serious expression finally leaving his face.

'Alright, hint taken, I still needed to drop by Rick's place anyway.'

And in his usual whirlwind of movement, he shrugs on one of his leather jackets, jumps around to get his shoes on his feet, and pats Wayne on his head before he rushes out of the door - only to pop back in within two seconds to get his keys. Then, silence washes over the trailer, Eddie's engine fading away in the distance.

Wayne isn't going to call. Not yet. Not today. But he will keep the number taped to his wall until he's ready.

[fromemotoangel]

hey everyone remember the high pitched "it's a keep" on the one sweater in the recent keep or yeet

[zh-lele]

Moon Taeil is a Frank Ocean enthusiast never forget it

[daincrediblegg]

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

[ro5ani]

sobbing over this dungeon meshi page....

[ato-dato]

Road help.

[sangrefae]

i love getting to see day one expac launch bugs such as "eating pizza breaks male au ra faces" and "syrcus tower now has savage level difficulty mechanics"

[hellyeahsickaf]

I found an extremely dope disability survival guide for those who are homebound, bedbound, in need of disability accommodations, or would otherwise like resources for how to manage your life as a disabled person. (Link is safe)

It has some great articles and resources and while written by people with ME/CFS, it keeps all disabilities in mind. A lot of it is specific to the USA but even if you're from somewhere else, there are many guides that can still help you. Some really good ones are:

How to live a great disabled life- A guide full of resources to make your life easier and probably the best place to start (including links to some of the below resources). Everything from applying for good quality affordable housing to getting free transportation, affordable medication, how to get enough food stamps, how to get a free phone that doesn't suck, how to find housemates and caregivers, how to be homebound, support groups and Facebook pages (including for specific illnesses), how to help with social change from home, and so many more.

Turning a "no" into a "yes"- A guide on what to say when denied for disability aid/accommodations of many types, particularly over the phone. "Never take no for an answer over the phone. If you have not been turned down in writing, you have not been turned down. Period."

How to be poor in America- A very expansive and helpful guide including things from a directory to find your nearest food bank to resources for getting free home modifications, how to get cheap or free eye and dental care, extremely cheap internet, and financial assistance with vet bills

How to be homebound- This is pretty helpful even if you're not homebound. It includes guides on how to save spoons, getting free and low cost transportation, disability resources in your area, home meals, how to have fun/keep busy while in bed, and a severe bedbound activity master list which includes a link to an audio version of the list on Soundcloud

Master List of Disability Accommodation Letters For Housing- Guides on how to request accommodations and housing as well as your rights, laws, and prewritten sample letters to help you get whatever you need. Includes information on how to request additional bedrooms, stop evictions, request meetings via phone, mail, and email if you can't in person, what you can do if a request is denied, and many other helpful guides

Special Laws to Help Domestic Violence Survivors (Vouchers & Low Income Housing)- Protections, laws, and housing rights for survivors of DV (any gender), and how to get support and protection under the VAWA laws to help you and/or loved ones receive housing and assistance

Dealing With Debt & Disability- Information to assist with debt including student loans, medical debt, how to deal with debt collectors as well as an article with a step by step guide that helped the author cut her overwhelming medical bills by 80%!

There are so many more articles, guides, and tools here that have helped a lot of people. And there are a lot of rights, resources, and protections that people don't know they have and guides that can help you manage your life as a disabled person regardless of income, energy levels, and other factors.

Please boost!

[beroebluejeans]

Whenever I am thinking very hard about The Locked Tomb, I find it important to remind myself Tamsyn Muir did compare the series to the KFC Double Down.

https://clarkesworldmagazine.com/muir_interview/

[shepscapades]

SESSION FULL OF LITTLE GUYS :)

[lazylittledragon]

domesticating your vampire: a memoir

(beautiful high res version on patre0n)

[the-phantom-peach]

🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

[virtu4l-di4ry]

yeah deancas is cool but you know what else is cool? they gave dean a best friend. dean who never stayed in a school long enough to bond with other boys. he never had inside jokes or slept over at his friend’s house. always an outsider, loner. john even suggested staying away from others in their line of work because no one survives. so they gave him a best friend who’s immortal and who lives with him. someone to have movie nights with and to laugh harder than he has in a while with.

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[mountainshroom]

They deserve to have a quiet moment for themselves (and Zuko is seriously questioning his taste in men)

[evichuart]

i love the idea of luffy not wanting to let go of shanks after the arm incident and being by his side during his recovery