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apomaro-mellow · 2 months

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Inspired, of all things, an episode of Between the Lions. Steve has to leave his family for a week.

"You're really going to be okay while I'm gone?", Steve asked.

"A little late to be asking that", Eddie said, eyeing the bags by Steve's feet. Robin would be there any minute to take him to the airport.

"I know it's just, you know this is the first time I've been gone this long."

Eddie didn't need to be reminded. A whole week without his husband while Steve went to help Dustin and Suzie with their new baby. They hadn't been apart for that long. Ever. Even when Eddie was in the bat bite coma, Steve had been there. And when Steve had to go away for college, Eddie visited him nearly every weekend, sometimes every three days.

"The kids'll probably wanna call you everyday", Eddie shrugged. "But I can keep 'em occupied."

"Okay, Robin will be back to come help out right after dropping me off. Don't miss me too much."

"You enjoy that new baby and let it be a reminder of why you're glad we stopped at two", Eddie said, giving him a goodbye kiss when Robin honked outside.

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"Alright, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, fruit cup, pretzel sticks, and an extra bag of chips for any kids that might need it", Robin said each item as she packed it into Ollie's lunchbox. "Is that all?"

10 year old Ollie hesitated before saying, "Well, sometimes daddy puts a little note in my lunchbox too...and gives me a kiss before sending me off to school."

"Auntie Robin isn't quite as affectionate as your daddy, Ollie", Eddie said, coming into the kitchen. He gave the top of his son's head a kiss and then grabbed a marker from the drawer and drew a skull on the back of his little hand, then wrote the words 'kill it today' on his palm.

"Steve lets you use permanent marker on your kids?", Robin asked when Ollie went out the door.

"...Fuck."

"According to Steve's list, the last thing I need to do is help with the dishes. Is that it?"

"There's other chores, but I can handle those once I get Lucy to preschool. Steve probably put that there because I uh, I hate the dishes."

"You're a grown ass man with two kids."

"This coming from the fellow grown adult who needs her brother's help to do laundry", Eddie quipped back.

Robin groaned. "It's so goddamn tedious. Okay, point taken, so how do you guys do it?"

Eddie thought about how he and Steve normally did the dishes. Steve scrubbed and rinsed. Eddie would dry and put away. And after every few dishes, they'd share a kiss. Sometimes nuzzling noses. Sometimes Eddie's kisses would venture below the chin. He let out a forlorn sigh and he dried the bowl Robin handed to him.

"Guess I can't do all that with you."

"You can try but I'll spray you like a cat in heat", Robin threatened.

Eddie let out another sigh. "Stevie..."

"You guys are ridiculous."

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #platonic stobin #we've all got that chore we hate #and ones we don't mind as much

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missnind · 6 months

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And just give me one last look. Darling, the hold you took.

Eddie looked at Steve. He nodded at the nurse as she left and went and sat by the bed.

"Hey, Stevie. How you feeling?"

Steve opened his eyes slowly.

"Like death." He laughed but it came out more of a wheeze.

Eddie smiled softly at him.

"None of that talk here, sailor."

Steve laughed again.

"It's been years, Eds. You ever gonna let it go?"

"Let it go? That uniform is why I married you, Mr Munson."

"Worth the embarrassment then." Steve replied.

Eddie sat looking at his husband. His luscious hair was now a wispy white crown upon his head.

The moles that smattered his skin now had the company of liver spots.

Steve breathed slowly.

"Eddie, what day is it?"

"It's Friday, my love. The kids are coming over to see you today, remember?"

"Oh, yes. I remember. I hope it isn't too much though."

The tiredness in Steve's voice hit Eddie's heart like a gunshot.

He took Steve's frail hand in his own.

"It won't be, darling. I promise. They just wanted to pop on by whilst they were passing."

Steve smiled and closed his eyes.

"I'll just have a rest til then."

Eddie watched Steve sleep. The soft rise and fall of his chest and the rasp of his breathing. He blinked back tears.

"No time for that, Edward." He scolded himself.

He had no idea how long he spent watching Steve but a voice in the hall stirred him from his thoughts.

"Eds? Steve?" The voice called.

"Dad, are uncle Eddie and uncle Steve even here?" Another asked quietly.

"In the living room, Dusty." Eddie called back.

Steve stirred and began to open his eyes.

"Dustin? Is he here?"

"Hey, Steve." A familiar voice said. "I'm here. And Suzie. And Evelyn."

"Hey, uncle Steve." The young teen spoke. "Uncle Eddie." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Evie, my special girl. Come here." Steve beckoned her to his side.

Evelyn sat carefully in the edge of the bed.

"How's school?" Steve asked.

"Good. Real good. Dad's been helping me with my physics. Auntie Nance is helping with English." She answered.

"Eds, they set up the next gen of Hellfire at her school." Dustin said excitedly.

Eddie laughed.

"About time! Only been playing it her whole life!"

Suzie looked at Eddie and nodded to the next room. Eddie nodded back.

"Stevie," he said, squeezing Steve's hand. "I'm just going to show Suzie the new flowers we planted."

He stood up and made his way to the door, looking back at Evelyn and Dustin laughing and joking with Steve.

"How's he doing, Eddie?" Suzie asked, face laced with concern.

Eddie took a deep breath to calm himself as his eyes started to tear up.

"Good and bad days, y'know? Nurse left about an hour ago. I'm still doing what I can for him but I'm no spring chicken now either." He answered quietly.

"Eddie, if you need anything... please just ask? You know Dusty and I think of you as family. We will help wherever we can."

"I know. I know you will. Listen, I have a letter for each of you. Information about... you know. Just... read them when the time comes, OK?

Suzie's eyes filled and she nodded as he reached out to pull her into a hug.

"Love you, Suzie Q."

"Love you, Eddie."

They shared the moment when Evelyn came into the room.

"Mom, dad says that uncle Steve should rest now. But they're having a talk so I got sent in here. Hey, uncle Eds, did mom tell you that the DM is leaving and they're looking at yours truely to replace them?"

Eddie smiled widely, dimples showing.

"Evie! That's great news! Your dad has a lot of my old campaign notes from my time as DM. You will be absolutely amazing. Evelyn Henderson, you keep being the amazing human you are, OK?"

Evie looked at Eddie and nodded thoughtfully.

"Can we see you again soon?" She asked.

Eddie clocked the look Suzie sent her daughter and stifled a chuckle.

"Hopefully."

They all went back into the living room and Eddie took his place right next to Steve's bed, hands together.

"Well," Dustin began. "We best be making a move. I think the Sinclair's are on their way and we don't want to overcrowd you."

He leant over Steve and kissed his Forehead.

"See you soon, Steve." Dustin's voice caught in his throat.

"Later, Henderson." Steve replied quietly.

As they left, Eddie lifted Steve's hand to his lips.

"You enjoy that, Stevie?"

Steve nodded slowly.

"It was nice. Evie is so like her father."

Eddie laughed in agreement.

"Without the ego though."

Steve laughed. It was a proper laugh, not the raspy ones of late.

"I missed that sound, big boy." Eddie replied.

"Me too." Steve smiled.

"Where are my two favourite idiots at?" A voice called.

Steve relaxed at the sound.

"In the living room, Max." Eddie responded.

A flash of firey red waves entered the room, followed by Lucas and Max.

"Uncle Eddie!" The child called, excitedly.

"June bug!" Eddie replied as the firey mane climbed into his lap.

"Be careful, June!" Lucas admonished as June climbed herself onto the bed.

"Uncle Steeb!" She exclaimed as she wrapped her small frame around his side.

"Hey, Junie." Steve replied as he lifted his arm slowly to hold her.

"I missed you so much!" She said as she pushed the red curls out of her face.

The red curls hid a face full of freckles. The kid had killer dimples and Eddie couldn't help but smile around her. Her energy was contagious.

"Junie, you stay here with uncle Steeb and tell him about the killer park we found on holiday, k?" Max said as she headed into the Kitchen with Lucas and Eddie.

"How long?" She asked, arms folded across her chest. To anyone else, this would seem aggressive. Eddie just saw the scared middleschooler he first met.

Eddie held his hands up in defeat.

"We don't know, Max."

"You should have told us sooner, man." Lucas said, eyes sad.

"I couldn't. Steve didnt-"

"Steve shouldn't get to choose on that. We could have had more time."

"I know. I'm sorry. But Stevie... he wanted you to live your lives. He wanted you to enjoy your time with June bug."

Lucas embraced Eddie and Eddie stifled a sob as the tears threatening to fall overtook him. Lucas held him as he let himself feel for a while. The enormity of the situation.

Max joined in and they huddled sobbing until they heard a little voice from the other room.

"Uncle Eddie! Mom! Uncle Steeb wants a drink!"

"Coming, June Bug!" Eddie call back, wiping his eyes and heading back in.

He poured some water into Steve's cup and helped him drink it.

"Uncle Steeb, I have a cup like that too!" June clapped her hands. "We are twins!"

"Don't let Auntie Robs hear that, Junie." Steve responded. "She might think you've replaced her."

June giggled with glee.

"Junie, we have some errands to run, shall we come see uncle Steeb and uncle Eddie another day?"

June's lower lip wobbled and she clung to Steve.

"I don't wanna go, mommy."

Eddie slid her into his lap gently.

He whispered loudly in her ear.

"June bug, you said you'd fetch the secret ingredients for the potion."

June's eyes grew wide.

"Dad, I need to go to the potion shop!"

Lucas smiled at his daughter and lifted her into his arms.

"Ok, kiddo. Let's go do that then. Say goodbye."

"Bye, uncle Steeb!" She blew a kiss and Steve caught it. "Bye, uncle Eddie!"

"Cya, Junie." Steve said as they left.

He looked at Eddie.

"Eds, I'm tired. Nap?"

"Course, baby." Eddie said as he plumped the pillow and helped Him lie down.

Steve drifted off into a slumber and Eddie messaged Nancy.

/Nance, Steve having a nap. Hold off an hour?/

A reply pinged through.

/Let my dingus get his rest. C U in 1hr. Also, we have Arg, Jon and Mike./

Eddie smiled.

/Cool. 1 hr./

Steve slept peacefully as Eddie watched him.

Memories coming unbidden to him of their many adventures.

The door sounded and he heard Mike call down the hall.

"Eddie?"

"In here." He called back, softly.

Mike entered the room, slowing as he saw Steve still sleeping.

"It's ok, man. He's just... it takes a lot outta him, you know?"

"I have a surprise for you both. He couldn't come with me coz of work but..."

Mike whipped out his tablet and Will's smiling face was on the screen.

"Hey, guys!" Will said from the screen.

"Will! Hold on, let me wake Steve."

He gently roused Steve.

"Stevie, honey, Will is on the line with Mike and wanted to talk to you." Eddie said. He helped Steve sit up.

"Will! How wonderful to see you!" Steve smiled widely.

"I'll just let you two have a catch up whilst I go have a chat with Eddie." Mike said, propping the tablet up on the table.

He left the room with Eddie.

"He looks so... old." Mike blurted out.

Eddie nodded. He was used to Mike's bluntness after all these years.

"We both are, Mike. Stevie just got ill and-"

An arm surprised him by embracing him.

"I'm sorry, man." Mike said quietly.

Eddie just nodded. "Me too."

The door went again and Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy and Robin bustled in.

"He's in there." Eddie gestured. "Talking to Will."

"We'll go see him briefly, man." Jon replied. "Don't wanna..."

Eddie nodded.

"No problem."

As the men went to see Steve, the girls came into the kitchen with arms outreached.

Eddie felt the damn break as he saw Robin's drawn face and Nancy's sad eyes.

The tears came thick and fast and the girls followed suit. They just held each other.

Mike went and joined the men and left Eddie with his best friends.

"Eds, we are so so sorry." Nancy said as she smoothed his hair.

"I can't-" Robin's voice cracked as she tried to explain her feelings. "I'm sorry."

They held onto each other once more.

Jon, Argyle and Mike left the room Steve was in as one.

"My man," Argyle began. His long black hair now a vivid white. "Steve is asking for you."

Jon looked quickly at Eddie and he recognised the tears in his eyes.

"We're gonna go now. I can't... won't..." Jon Fumbled over his words.

Eddie nodded and waved them off as he walked back to his husband.

"Hey, Stevie. Did you want me?" Eddie asked, gently.

"Eds," Steve slurred a little. "Missed you."

"Missed you too, my sunbeam. I was actually about to bring you a surprise!"

"Surprise?" Steve managed to say as the exhaustion settled in again.

"Yup. C'mon in, ladies."

"Dingus?" Robin asked as she slowly moved into the room.

"Robs!" Steve breathed loudly. "You came."

"Course I came, Steve. Where else would I rather be? And I came prepared with this!" She held aloft their fave DVD. "Room for a little one in there?"

"Always" Steve replied as Robin climbed up next to him on the bed.

"Hey, Steve." Nancy greeted him as she pulled a chair up by Eddie's. "Just like the good old days here."

"Without the weed," came Steve's bittersweet reply.

"Ah, bet they got you on some good drugs now though, Steve." Nancy smiled. Robin's hand edged towards hers, seeking reassurance as she snuggled up with Steve.

Eddie got up to pop the film on and they all started to watch it.

Robin and Steve used their Wondertwin powers to communicate - Nancy and Eddie always confused how they did it.

Eddie's mind drifted to their younger years and many a night spent just like this. It seemed only 5 minutes ago. Nancy glanced at him and gave him a reassuring look.

Towards the end of the film, Steve was out for the count and Robin alongside him.

Nancy was half asleep with her head on the bed and Eddie nudged her gently.

"Nance? Nance, take Robs up to the spare room. It'll be more comfortable. Me and Steve will be right here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Gotta be near him for him meds and he doesn't like me going far lately." Eddie shrugged. "I can't sleep without him after all these years."

Nancy began to wake Robin to move her upstairs.

"I know just what you mean"

Eddie's heart swelled as he saw the love between the two women.

"Sweet dreams, Steve." Robin murmured as she kissed his cheek. "Night, Eds."

She let herself be guided out the room and up the stairs by Nancy.

Steve stirred and opened his eyes.

"Just us, Eds?" He asked quietly.

"Just us, Stevie." He replied.

"Will you come read to me?"

"What do you want me to read, baby?"

"The Hobbit. I love you, Eddie."

"You always did enjoy my Hobbit voices." Eddie chuckled. "I love you too, Stevie."

He grabbed the book and got Steve snuggled with his head on his chest.

"In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort..."

Eddie read on and lost track of time. All that mattered was his love was in his arms and they were together.

Eventually, he came to a stop as exhaustion began to take hold.

"Stevie, I just need to-" He paused and panic seized his heart. "Steve? Baby?"

The body next to him was unresponsive. He shook him. He checked his breath. It was going through the motions.

Steve was gone.

"Oh, baby, no." The tears flowed freely as Eddie held his husband tightly. "Please no. I needed more time. We needed more time."

Eddie sobbed and sobbed. He knew he should alert the girls but he was selfish. He wanted his boy all to himself.

"I hope you know how loved you were, Stevie. By all of us. Til the very end. You will always be mine and I yours."

He cried until he had no tears left to cry.

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"Let's go see if they're up yet." Nancy suggested as her and Robin descended the stairs. She headed in the kitchen and heard a soul wrenching scream from her wife.

"Robin!" Nancy flew into the living room to where her wife was inconsolable. "Robin, calm. Shhh. Shhh, let me see."

Nancy looked at the bed.

There lay Eddie Munson, Steve wrapped in his arms. There were no movement from either of them. Nancy had seen her share of bodies in her journalism career.

She led Robin into the kitchen and sat her down.

"They're both gone. They can't be." Robin sobbed.

"I guess they couldn't live without each other, Robs." Nancy said, softly. "I need you to stay right here whilst I ring the paramedics, OK?"

"Nancy, they're d... they're de..."

"I know, honey. I know. Shhhh." Nancy held her as she rubbed her back.

She remembered the letter addressed to her on the side. With heartache, she opened it.

As expected, it contained all the arrangements and people to contact upon Steve's death.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator began.

"We have two deceased elderly males here. One is under the care of the local hospice. The other is his husband. No known health conditions."

"An ambulance is on the way, ma'am."

Nancy took Robin with her outside to wait.

"Fly high, boys." She whispered to the sky with a gentle kiss.

#steddie #stranger things #fanfic #big sad #old #family #love

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yummi3010 · 1 month

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Abigail introduction!!

Meet my OC, Abigail Clover! :DD

Born on : February 21, 1999

Personality : Caring, more on the positive side, extrovert, sunshine character

Job : Florist

Sexuality : Lesbian

She's a part of the clover family being a child of Dave and Suzie, and the aunt of Kel! As a child she was a pretty smart kid, always helping others. Her relationship with her family was great as well, except for her older sibling (Kel's parent) they were always mean to her but she never knew why.

In the 5th grade, she met an exchange student named "Rei Belladonna" they became realy good friends. But in the 9th grade, Rei had to move away for unknown reasons. They had the longest goodbye, but before she left, Abigail gave Rei her pearl bracelet. When she graduated, she opened her very own flower shop!

In current time (2020) after her favorite niece Kel attempted, she became slightly depressed, so a friend of hers invited her to a night club, she never "drank" before so she only agreed for the company. When they arrived, she was having a conversation when suddenly someone on stage began to sing (insert jazz music). She almost immediately recognized her, it was Rei!! After Rei's performance, she walked up to her wanting to catch up for lost time. At first Rei just thought she was just another fan, later realized it was her old friend!

After a very long conversation, Rei agreed to stop by at Abigail's flower shop. And after they both went home, Abigail gets a call from Suzie (her mom). "Abby! Kel woke up!!" She was tired but that didn't stop her from rushing to the hospital, "I'm so sorry I'm late, omg Kel! How are you??" Abigail asked, "I'm fine Auntie <:3" Kel said. When Kel recovered, she asked if she could live with Abigail and visit Suzie in the weekends, they agreed but when they asked why, Suzie said "She'll tell you when she's ready".

Hi!

If you've made it this far you must be wondering who "Rei Belladonna" is and what she looks like. Well, she's my friend's clover OC! I've introduced Clover to them, and I'm proud to say that we've created an ASK BLOG about our OC's!! My friend will mostly be operating it, so if you want to know more about my OC (Abigail Clover) and my friend's OC (Rei Belladonna) then go visit the:

Abirei Askbolg

They also posted Rei's side of the story so i suggest reading it too! Yes, "Abirei" is their ship name. Most of the art there will be in their own art style and DON'T WORRY, of course I'll still be posting here!

As always, have a wonderful day/night/time!!

#clover or3o #or3o clover #art #oc art #new blog #art colab

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helluvaoutlaw · 24 days

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Striker Headcanons

A list of headcanons for my version of Striker.

- He eats a lot, but never gains weight, he remains a skinny imp noodle, and no one can understand how he does that.

-He trains regularly, physical exercise is very important to him and likes to stay fit.

- He smokes occasionally, when he wants to relax or is lost in thought (he picked up this habit from Susan).

- He enjoys drinking tequila and whiskey, and it's very rare for him to get drunk.

- He has a great bond with all animals. He inherited this special connection with nature from his paternal grandfather, Amaru, who belonged to a tribe of serpentfolk and was a shaman/hunter. Striker knows very little about his grandfather because his father saw him only a few times when he was a child. All Striker knows is that he was a snake-like demon, a desert shaman, and that he came to see him at his birth.

- He loves spicy and savory foods, but dislikes bitter, sour, or bland ones.

- He sleeps in fetal position, holding his tail.

- He learned to play guitar from his mother, June. The first song he learned is "You Are My Sunshine" (Christina Perri's version), a human song his mother heard from a sinner in the Pride Ring years before he was born.

- As a child, he was very curious and would explore the caves and the abandoned mine near his home all by himself.

- Despite his efforts to hide it, Striker is a hopeless romantic.

- As a child (and even now), his favorite book was "The Adventures of Robin Hood," a human book his father managed to pick up at the market. His father gave it to him for his seventh birthday.

- He is an only child.

- When he was young, he was extremely shy and awkward with girls, still unsure of his sexuality and desires. I headcanon him as bisexual.

- He visits his "auntie Suzy" every couple of weeks or so, and calls her occasionally. He hates Extermination Day, and every year he tries to hide from the infernal guards, who the day before patrol Pentagram City to evacuate the hell-born demons. Unfortunately, every year Striker is forcibly dragged away from Susan's house (even though it takes about twenty guards just for him). He spends the whole day and night anxiously awaiting Susan's phone call, which she promptly makes early in the morning to let him know she's okay.

- Human objects used to be rare, but now Striker can easily find books and songs from the world above almost anywhere.

- When he's short on money and has no clients, he performs in pubs or saloons, singing and playing his guitar.

- His hat belonged to Cole, his mentor, who taught him everything he knows: shooting, fighting, riding, taming beasts... everything.

- He's the only known demon to have successfully tamed a Firebreed stallion. This particular breed is rare and way too dangerous to even get close to, but somehow Striker did it.

-He's still very bitter about Blitzø refusing to join him. He knows they could've been an unstoppable force.

-He has a small, red heart-shaped birthmark on his lower back, right about his left butt cheek.

#helluva outlaw #helluva boss #striker #helluva striker #helluva boss striker #striker headcanons #headcanons #Blitzø #susan

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bowiebond · 2 years

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AU where Steve buys a yellow school bus with money from his inheritance, paints it in a bunch of different colours, installs some beds and a portable kitchen and just travels across the country with Billy and Robin, helping homeless kids by giving them a place to sleep or a ride to where they can go next for shelter.

Over time they even adopt some of the ones who don’t have anywhere to go and those kids grow up to take over the bus when they get too old to be on the road anymore and need somewhere to settle down (most likely California, where Robin meets Vickie again who works as a nurse now and does soup kitchens on her off days - their unspoken feelings from high school rekindle and they end up getting engaged ❤️).

There they get a big house and make it into a sanctuary for homeless or abused kids who need somewhere to go. Vickie becomes their in home volunteer nurse because she has the biggest heart and wants to support her future wife.

They never stop their work, because it’s something they love, and they become known for it all over the country to the point where the kids they did help when they were younger visit them as adults and practically bawl into their arms with gratefulness because they wouldn’t have made it out of their situations without them.

It’s a running gag that Steve is everyone’s Mom and Robin is everyone’s Dad, while Billy always ends up as “Pops” or “Old Man” because of his gruff wisdom. Vickie is “Auntie Vickie” to most of the younger kids, though some of the older teens call her “Big Sis Vick”.

The Party comes around to help sometimes, when they can spare time, and Max loves seeing siblings like her and Billy finally get the chance to be kind to each other like they did. The under 5’s that get dragged in by their older siblings adore Dustin because he tells the best stories, Suzie is a tech whiz who is an inspiration to the geeky girls, and nerdy queer kids always get choked up when they get to meet their favourite comic book artist and writer pair William Byers and his husband in all but law Mike Wheeler.

Lucas and Erica are a comedic duo when they come around, and it puts the black kids at ease to know there’s people like them they can talk to about issues that the other might just not understand. El knows how to handle the quiet ones, communicates with them in a way that makes them say “it’s like you can read my mind!”

Eddie rocks up with his band to perform for free, and it makes Billy laugh at the pure adulterated joy teenage boys get when Corroded Coffin walks in the door, jumping and hollering and asking for autographs. Eddie was pretty sure one kid was gonna piss himself from excitement alone when he let him hold his guitar.

Chrissy always brings the best baked goods around when Eddie and her are in California, hosting classes in the big kitchen that’s open to everyone. Her ED recovery story makes a lot of young girls and boys feel a lot better about their own relapses and struggles, and she gives the best hugs to those who understand the scorch of a mother who was supposed to cherish them and their self esteem.

Jonathan is around a lot too, with Argyle, and sometimes Nancy, and he hosts music therapy and photography sessions to help kids branch out their hobbies. Argyle teaches the kids with anxiety and panic attacks like him to find their centre and bring all the high emotions down back to earth via mediation and art; painting, sculpting, woodwork, you name it. He’s all about kids getting hands on and expressing themselves. Jonathan and Argyle get credited for many of them getting into their dream art schools. Nancy is busy a lot, but she’s always happy to read over a stressed out teens homework and help them when she stops by the sanctuary.

Just,,, the whole gang starting a group home and it being a paradise for lost kids who need a home more than anything.

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korizzybee · 11 months

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|| Something New || Chapter 1: Kendra Sullivan ||

(If you don’t know already this is an OC story pls go look at the info)

Currently reading: C.1

Next chapter (WIP)

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Okay let’s do this the right way, my name is Kendra R. Sullivan. I’m 14 years old, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider on the way home from ballet practice. During the time I’ve been SpiderWoman, or as the people from my town call me, StarSpider, I’ve been through a lot.

I’ve fallen in love, been in MANY near death situations, lost my mother, Bianca and my uncle Benji in a car accident, and lost my best friend, Suzy Carter in a fire accident. I was adopted by my aunt, Mary Johnson, and was given the billions of dollars left in my name by my parents.

I currently live a life of luxury with my aunt and for the last 2 years I’ve been the one and only SpiderWoman…or that’s what I thought. A couple months ago I was recruited to join the Spider Society by a man named Miguel, even though I was young, he saw great potential in me.

He told me I had what it took to help him out with protecting the multiverse. Of course I HAD to accept, I mean not only did I get a cool watch that I could travel to many different multiverses with, but I was also not alone.

That amazing event is what led us to today…

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ALARM ALARM!!

“Kenny! It’s time to get up for school you’re going to be late!” I heard my Aunt May call out to me from downstairs. I groggily opened my eyes and looked at my alarm clock, ‘7:43 AM?!’ I thought. “Coming Auntie!” I yelled, rushing to get out of bed as fast as I could, making me trip over my blanket and fall on the floor. “Ow…” I groaned slightly.

“Is everything okay up there!” My aunt yelled from the kitchen. “Yes ma’am!” I yelled back. The maid, Darla, came running in to my room, she helped me off the ground. “Oh dear, Ms. Sullivan, you sure are a clumsy one.” She said with a soft voice and kind smile. I loved Darla, she was like a mother to me, most of the time my aunt would be out working, so Darla would be the one taking care of me. Plus, Darla was the only one who knew about me being StarSpider…

I giggled at her words as she pulled my uniform out of my closet and handed it to me. As I got dressed, Darla was packing my bag and making sure I had everything I needed for both school and ballet practice. “Ms. Sullivan, you’ll need to leave school early today around 12:45 to be at practice. Ms. Johnson had scheduled you an extra practice so that you will be ready for your ballet solo this Saturday.”

I nodded at her words, “Got it, by the way, I’ve told you many times to just call me Kendra.” I sighed, a fake annoyed tone showing through my voice as she placed my cardigan on me. “Sorry,” she said softly with a small chuckle, “force of habit.” I rolled my eyes playfully at her, she sat me down on the bed and placed my brown loafers on my feet. “Well, I hope you one day get out of the habit.” I replied with a playfully snarky tone.

Anyone who didn’t know me would’ve thought that I was actually being rude to Darla, but I would never. Darla is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, and yea I might be short tempered sometimes, but never to Darla, I’m always patient with her. “Come on Kendra!” I heard my Auntie yell, “It’s fine to go!” “Okay! Okay!” I yelled back, slightly annoyed she was rushing me. Darla put my lunch in my bag and placed my bag on my shoulders before hurrying me downstairs.

“Darla, please take her to school, it’s too late for me to now. I have a meeting with my boss, I won’t be back until late tonight.” She informed Darla before pressing a kiss on my cheek. “Auntie!” I whined, “I’m not a little girl anymore! You don’t need to give me cheek kisses every time you leave!” I softly argued. She giggled softly, pinching my cheek gently, “You’ll always be a little girl to me, my little girl, now have a good day at school.” She said as Darla and I left the house.

Looking out the window of the car, I see building passing by, or more accurately, us passing by the buildings. New Orleans was a big city after all, it’s always an adventure and sometimes there’s always a lot of traffic. Today, fortunately, there wasn’t any. “Make sure you work extra hard today, you have an algebra exam next week. Besides, it’s important you work harder because you’re a grade ahead.”

Darla said, keeping her eyes on the road. I just turned 14 in the summer, really, I’m still supposed to be in the eighth grade. Since I’m so smart though, I was able to skip seventh grade. Many people say I get my smarts from my dad, he graduated college at 18. I sighed, leaning back in my seat, “I know Darla, you tell me this with every exam each school year.”

I said with a bored sigh, but I know Darla was just looking out for me. “Sorry,” she said apologetically, “you know how I feel about this. I think you should be in a class with the rest of the eighth graders, but this was your decision to skip that grade so I have no choice but to comply.” She said. “I understand, I know you’re just looking out for me.” She turned and looked at me, smiling a bit.

The car stopped in front of the school, I stepped out of the car. “Have a good day Kendra.” She said, blowing me a small kiss. I pretended to catch it and place it on my heart. “Thanks, bye Darla.” I said to her, grabbing my bag and heading inside of the school. When I walked inside, a bunch of kids were staring at me. I was the youngest at the school, everyone there was either already 15-18 or turning 15 this year.

I had literally just turned 14 four months ago! This was a private school filled with snobby rich kids with nothing better to do than hate on others just trying to live their lives. I looked at the time on my phone, ‘8:15 AM,’ I thought to myself. Class started in 5 minutes, my senses went off, something told me this was going to be a terrible day….

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parvamundi · 3 months

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The Han Solo metaphor falls apart disastrously when Mr. Armstrong starts bringing Sammy around for visits. Sure, it could just make him Kylo Ren, but what did that make Ollie? Besides, Auntie Lou might have been Leia but that made mom Luke and Luke didn't have any kids for her to be. Yeah. The whole thing's just been shot to shit, but that's okay. Weird as it is to be introduced to someone who goes by the same thing her father calls her, Sammy is okay people. Which makes sense.. he's an Armstrong after all. She likes watching him kick a soccer ball around in the yard, showing off his little tricks and looking pleased and bashful all at once when it makes him an easy favorite with the Mexican side of the family. Mom claims she's gonna buy him off Mr. Armstrong and sell him to the highest South American bidder and Sam, even knowing she's joking, can't help but wonder what it might be like if Sammy lived with them in her house— just down a hall instead of a whole country away on opposite coasts. She can't help but think then they might actually do what they keep dancing around doing but never do. At least she sure as hell never leans in first, even when the moment seems right, because she can never shake the thought that they only have so many days until he's on a flight back home and what would be the point in tasting something she can't actually have?

"If your dad says you're not for sale one more time, I think mom might just kidnap you." Small towel held out, she feels like some kind of a cliche, bringing the athletic boy his water bottle and something to dry off with but it hadn't started that way— it wasn't intentional. She was just... and he was over there sweaty and thirsty looking.. and it's HER house.. so it's only polite to... feel like an idiot in her own backyard, the heavy gaze of beloved aunts and uncles anything but discreet on her back. God, they're probably making bets about them. Sam flips the bird back behind herself and never takes her eyes off Sammy, as if it'll keep him from noticing. "It's not so bad here. My aunts and their Stus and Bullets actually go home sometimes. And Tara's in her shut herself up in her room phase. We could have most of the place to ourselves."

And the privacy to match. The kind she sneaks him into after dinner, when everyone's lounging about, drinking, smoking, talking... wrapped up in their own adult world; finally leaving her the room to tug him by the hand under her treehouse and set herself up with closed eyes and lightly puckered lips for a kiss.

( @echoestm )

Leaving California had become increasingly more difficult as of late. Leaving her had become nearly unbearable. Sure, there were girls on the east coast, cute ones, fun ones, but no one like her.

She was so distinct in his mind that he'd even shared his thoughts about her to his mother, which was a huge first. Suzy teared up, sniffled, and apologized for their life apart from his father and the little life Sammy had begun a whole country away. He understood, he did, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't still suck.

But he had the summer. They did. The whole summer to hang out and play and watch the grown-ups act weird around them or listen to them tease. It had been great so far, the greatest of his life maybe. Things are so different there, more laid back, fun, so much less hectic. He spends time with friends who feel like family rather than just actual family, like back home, in New York, where it's school, home, the tavern, or Aunt Anna's or Grandpa Sam's for weekend dinners. The Scotts were numerous and wonderful, but they weren't... like this.

Every time Ms. Christina talks about selling him off to the soccer (football) teams, he grins proudly and laughs at his father's reaction. When Sam mentions getting kidnapped, Sammy doesn't mind the thought, until he thinks of his mom and how much she'd miss him. He simply smiles, gives her a couple nods, but says nothing. He doesn't want to dwell on the what ifs.

And speaking of... There'd been quite a few that summer, but the particular one that consistently crossed his mind was what if they kissed. He found he couldn't stop thinking about it most of the time and only did when Mr. Loomis glared his way. In the moments he wasn't under that man's watchful eye, he considered asking Sam if he could kiss her or just leaning in and doing it and waiting for her to slug him. The time never seemed right though and he was still so unsure if that was even something she wanted.

Until she had him by the hand, drawing him to seclusion.

His brain doesn't process it at first, confused, staring down at her like an idiot for a moment when he realizes her lids are closed, lips puckered, chin tilted up. She's waiting, patiently maybe, for him to stop being a moron and make the move. Sam always seemed the type to wait for nothing, take charge, take what she wanted, and she's standing there waiting on him. He's so foolish and stupid for not moving sooner, but he's present and shifting, moving closer. A gentle hand lands on her upper arm before his presses his lips to hers, soft at first, timid, giving her space to stop this at any moment if she wants. When she doesn't pull away, Sammy applies a little more pressure, urging her to continue despite the fact that his heart feels as if it'll pound right through his sternum into hers.

#echoestm #( echoestm: sam )#( sammy. / && answer. )#( verse. / && whisper to a scream. )#( ;_____; bbs )

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ozneedle · 1 year

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Esiyae: “Okay- Okay, sure, what’s the good news?”

Suzie: “I can steal it for you!”

Esiyae: “...From where.”

Bugs: “Bank o’ the world clearly. Like you’re gonna find one of those.” (grumble grumble)

Suzie: “Okay not EXACTLY steal it, but I can fudge the paperwork so you don’t have to pay AS much. What’re they gonna do, count it?”

Bugs: “Usually how that works, yes.”

Esiyae: “How much would we have to pay?”

Suzie: “Well with MY once in a lifetime opportunity, your 50 grand comes down to a total of.... Badadadada-”

Bugs: “Get on with it.”

Suzie: “...Thirty five thousand!”

Esiyae: “That’s still far too much money, Suzie. We can’t do that, we’re barely scraping enough together to keep up with groceries, scavenging runs aren’t very feasible with the kids and...”

Suzie: “T...twenty thousand?”

Esiyae: “Watcher on high. I’ll... See what we can do.”

Suzie: “Cool! I’ll bug everybody to stay off your back too.”

Bugs: “If you get executed for messing with the Republic’s official papers, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Suzie: “I’ll be fiiiiiine. I should get going. See you Uncle Bugs, Auntie Essie.”

Esiyae: “Tell your dad to come visit sometime, would you? On... not bankrupting our entire family business.”

Suzie: “Can do.”

#my sims #sims 2 #ts2 #s2 #egorno

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shawnjacksonsbs · 2 months

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I wonder.

I really do.

(Bonus entry) 2-16-24

"Anybody who unconditionally loves another human being for the goodness of their heart and nothing more is already on the right side [of God]." - Suzy Kassem

I wonder, a lot, actually.

I wonder a lot.

I wonder a lot about things like . . .

Let's suppose there's a person of faith. It probably doesn't matter which faith, as most of those we know of are pretty intolerant to people being gay.

If you are of this idea and/or belief system, I'm not necessarily here as an attack or an affront on what you yourself believe. We're allowed to disagree, so long as you keep it over there, but. . .

My point-

Let's say you feel like being homosexual should be regarded as less than in . . . rights, moral appeal, societal responsibilities, etc, etc.

Then one day you are at a religious affiliated group time, like a service at your local "home" church, synagogue, mosque, or wherever, or maybe it's doctrine study like a Tuesday night Bible study, whatever.

Now this a "family" type get together, so there's kids there, younger kids. Whether or not they're yours makes no difference, but for the purpose of this, they are.

Main topic, or side conversations are on homosexuality, and as hard as it is to stay on tactical point, (and some try), still disgruntled hate and opinionated judgment from most of the people are aired.

Pick your statement.

We all know what I mean here.

Conversing continues, maybe a leader tries to rectify how the approach is, or maybe they share in it, or maybe it's light enough to everyone present it isn't frowned upon.

Maybe it's just a sermon.

Your kid hears, some or all of it. Takes in some or most of it, and it resonates with them as you'd probably expect it would with a kid.

Now you're at home. Maybe it's a holiday or private family function.

Your or your spouse's gay brother or sister is coming over. You think to yourself, "It's whatever."

You know you don't agree with their lifestyle, but you love them in your own way, and you'd never actually treat them differently.

But your kid, or that kid, didn't understand that's a part of it.

They're confused because they loved their auntie or uncle with all their hearts.

Now they're acting different around them, to them. In their confusion, they act out a little bit. You honestly have no idea why.

After everyone leaves, you have a talk with them, and it turns out they heard and think they know they aren't supposed to like them.

You try to set them straight with a talk about "We disagree with their choice, but we don't treat them differently."

Loving the "sinner" but hating the "sin" doesn't sit in the same place for a child.

Their relationship with that special family member is forever tainted, and their little open mind (and heart) starts to close as they follow along with the most important people in their lives, their parents.

If my dad is a drug addict, chances are I'll be trying drugs, at the very least, at least once.

Children are impressionable beyond understanding.

If your intent is for this to be your kid, well, good luck with that turning out well. I feel for your kid so much that it hurts my heart.

If it isn't, CHANGE something before it's too late.

If you're the one making that impression and it's not your kid, then in your ignorance, intolerance, and bigoted judgment, you are still responsible, even if no one holds you accountable.

I know, that not everyone is here yet, some may never be, and I will never stop trying to reach for more of the common ground and to respect the difference, diversity, and beauty I find around me, but some of that shit needs checked.

Poisoning the minds of our young is a whole different thing to me.

Believe me, I'm working on things now that will be my contribution to that one day, but if I ever see that ignorance directly, or indirectly filling the mind of a child I'm allowed to approach they will know the other side of that hate if I have anything to say or do about it.

Rant over.

It just builds sometimes, and for so long without "fleeting" that if I don't let it out, it will consume me.

You can't really love a person that is doing something you "hate", if the thing they're doing is who they are.

Regardless of what you say, to them, and most of us, watching, you are saying that you hate them. 💯

As it turns out, there's just enough room in my heart for a little bit of hate, because I hate . . .hate.

Hate the hate, but love the hater? Is that a thing?

Learn better.

You're allowed to hate or feel hate, but why do you want to so badly?

Is that really one of the things you want to pass on to the young?

Please be more. Please.

Until tomorrow;

"Children who never learn to respectfully challenge authority or trust their own judgment grow up struggling to set boundaries, say no, and speak up for themselves. – Shelly Robinson

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psychcdelica · 4 months

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@dcviated gave Boss a cute present! "My daughter made a macaroni drawing for your birthday." Wylan is beaming with pride. But the corroboration of pasta and glue is nigh indecipherable. Maybe 'auntie' can puzzle out the smattering of shapes and bits made by the toddler.

It doesn't surprise Boss to know that Seina cares enough to gift her something as precious as a picture, probably the second greatest gift she could receive, after Suzy's wonderful present. Still, she did her best, and Boss appreciated the thought.

"A work of art, I guess I gotta find a frame for this beauty." The word auntie brings a tear to Shizue's eye, at least the kid accepts her as family. "Think she'll be an artist when she's older?"

#dcviated #blog: Ask.#muse: Boss.

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julio-viernes · 5 months

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Billy Paul (Paul Williams) y su versión de "Let' Em In" de Paul McCartney y Wings, año 1976. Lógicamente readaptó las citas de la canción y no dejó entrar a "Sister Suzie, brother John. Martin Luther, Phil and Don. Brother Michael, auntie Gin. Open the door and let 'em in", sustituyéndolos por "Pauly Williams was my twin. Elijah Malcolm, still our friend. Brother Martin, we can't forget John, Bobby Maker. Louis Armstrong oh, oh Lord, now, y'all". Bueno, el Doctor Martin L. K. está en las dos. Billy y Paul.

Billy Paul citó a los Beatles en alguna ocasión como la influencia clave en su crecimiento artístico. "Yo cantaba exclusivamente jazz, pero cuando escuché a los Beatles y la influencia del gospel y todo eso dije: 'Puedo hacer jazz con R&B'. Esa transición se produjo cuando Los Beatles llegaron a Estados Unidos. Cuando escuché a Los Beatles ese fue mi punto de inflexión. Eran como mis mentores".

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bornredheadedme-blog · 1 year

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Terry

She was my best friend as I progressed through my adolescence. Only 4 1/2 years older than me, we became closer the older I got. She married Dennis, an alcoholic, but a funny one. He never abused her physically, but would drop little comments about what might happen if Terry ever left him.

They moved into the 1st floor flat in our Grandma's house with their 1st born child, a girl, Debra Jane. It was nice to be able to see my gram whenever I went there to babysit, and sometimes Gram would make apple fritters for me reminding me that she wanted to teach me how to make these.

Once, when Terry was hospitalized, I spent a week at their apartment taking care of Debra. I couldn't have loved her more. Debra was like my own child so it was natural for me to stay with her. I remember feeling uncomfortable around Dennis during that stay. He was different. Not the joking goofy guy who married my sister. I was very aware of his chosen topic of conversation whenever he would relax with his beer. I wasn't sexually active yet, but that seemed to be all he wanted to talk about. I didn't really understand all that he was talking about and generally went to bed when he brought it up.

Terry had been diagnosed with type I diabetes while in the hospital. She was certain that it was a side effect of the birth control pills she was taking. Now, I'm fairly sure that it was genetics, since her daughter eventually was diagnosed with it at 16 and my daughter and son were both diagnosed with it at age 22. I worried about my sister constantly, just because she continued to keep her Hershy Bars handy, and not just because her blood sugar was low. Her favorite donut was a Bavarian Cream and she referred to them as "Kaverian" creams. Her doctor's name was Kaverian.

We raised our kids together, her two daughters, Debra and Margaret, and my daughter Jennifer and son Gary. We were together so much that the children referred to us as "Aunty Mommy." We as close as anyone could possibly be until my daughter attempted suicide at 15. While hospitalized in the psych ward, she was finally able to disclose that Uncle Dennis had molested her repeatedly since she was 6, admonishing her not to tell anyone because then everyone would hate her and she would end up having to live with another family.

Dennis didn't deny he touched her, but refused to admit how much damage he had done. When I repeated what Jen had told me, my sister told me that her husband denied it and he "had no reason to lie to her." I silently noted that he had every reason to lie to her since it was a felony. He also suggested that she had seduced him. We all know how seductive those 6 year olds can be. We were never the same after that. My daughter's psychiatrist told us not to call the police, and I didn't realize that they were mandated reporters and violated their own rules.

Eventually, we simply stopped talking and my husband and children began starting new traditions so we didn't have to think about my family moving on without us. My mother declined invitations to come to any holiday dinner because "Terry asked me first," a blatant lie but I got the message. My other sister Suzy accepted my invitation only to call a week later and state that she had forgotten that Terry had already asked her.

To be continued...

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