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10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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⇦ 001. English Literature is a Pain in the Ass

002. Your Overgrown Hatred for Assholes

It was high afternoon when school was released at U.A High. Which meant the sun was beating down on everyone, but it wasn't as hot as the past few months, which you were grateful for.

You were walking out of the courtyard and into the parking lot with your best (and only) friend, Jiro. She twiddled her thumbs as you two strut across empty parking spaces. She always had an earbud in her ear; the only way you would catch her without one was if she were dead. You two shared a lot of female music artists in common, which is what initially brought you two together. That and her incredible sense in style that you ogle over.

You were content with the silence you both had while walking until a bright red car pulled up next to you, almost blocking your way to the driver's side of your car. Kaminari stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Hey. Your little Rambo look is out, (Y/N)." Kaminari looked as dumb as ever in his position. His hair falling in his face as had one hand on the steering wheel of the car. "Didn't you read last month's Cosmo?"

"Run along." You rolled your eyes, flicking your wrist at him to move forward. He shook his head, rolling away in his loud, obnoxious car in defeat.

As you and Jiro got in the car you couldn't help but think how much of a prude you had to be to get Kaminari to leave you alone. The boy has been dick riding you ever since the ninth grade. You were seniors now. It was starting to get embarrassing on his part.

After you buckled your seatbelt, you looked forward, only to see Kaminari talking to your sister. If only you could listen in on what they were saying—you doubt it was any good, but you wanted to protect Mina from any scum at all costs.

"Oh, boy." You sighed seeing Mina and her friend, Ochako, step into the back seat of Kaminari's car. They sped off. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened at the sight.

"That's a charming new development." Jiro sneered. She shared your hatred for Kaminari; just another reason why she's your friend.

"It's disgusting." You seethed. You turned the key in the ignition, starting your car. You started to drive forward from the parking space, but was stopped by some idiot on a bike. You stuck your head out the window, shouting at the boy, "Remove head from sphincter, then drive!"

He shakily nodded, moving out of your line of sight. The engine roared as you pressed on the gas pedal. You couldn't wait to get home, excited to start a new book you'd recently picked up.

"Do you actually think your sister is going to start going out with that guy?" Jiro asked, watching you drive into her neighborhood, which was close to the school. She never asked for a ride to school, but it was an afterschool ritual for you and her to drive home together.

A snort escaped from your perfectly plump and soft lips, "Yeah, right. Over my dad's dead body."

"Your old man is so strict."

"He's an idealist." You allowed your arm to fall out the window, resting it against the car door as you drove down Jiro's street. The houses in her neighborhood all looked the same, lacking any sense of character. You stopped the car, waving to your friend as she shut the door.

Jiro waved back, slinging her book bag over her left shoulder. She shot you a dampened smile, "Same time tomorrow?"

"As always." You put the car in drive, doing a U turn in the court. You retraced your steps and turned right, venturing closer toward your own house.

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You sat in the living room, on a chair which faced the beautiful blue sky in your backyard. The birds occasional chirp was your background noise. You found yourself at peace after a long day at school; only sinking further into the comfortable cushioned chair after each word your eyes scanned. You were on page 54 of 'A Room of One's Own' by Virginia Woolf.

"Hello, (Y/N). Make anyone cry today?" Your father asked, flipping through envelopes and letters of mail after entering through the front door.

"Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30." You looked up from your book to your dear, old dad, smiling to remind him what a pain he raised. You went back to reading before he could respond, trying to wrap up the chapter you were on before calling it a day. With the amount you read, you were surprised you weren't cross-eyed.

"Hi, Dad!" Mina popped, clinging onto your dad's arm. Her fluffy hair bouncing with each step she took. Your sister's style was one of a kind, ahead of its time if you will. Her pink, girly outfits paired with her ditzy attitude had any guy on their knees for her.

"Hello, precious." Your father replied, still gawking at the mail in front of him. Mina kissed your dad on the cheek as a greeting.

"And where have you been?" You paused on the page you were currently reading, closing your book. You wanted to catch your sister off guard—get her to admit to her wrong doings.

"Nowhere." She raised her brows at you.

"Hey, what's this? It says Sarah Lawrence." Your dad was too wrapped up in reading the mail that he ignored you and Mina.

He was surprised when he heard you gasp. As soon as you heard that name, you snatched the letter from your father's clutches. Your excitement was too much to contain, you had to stand up as you ripped open the envelope. A black booklet fell into your hands.

"I got in!" You giggled excitedly, pacing the room until you landed on your stomach on the sofa.

"Uh, honey, that's great, but isn't Sarah Lawrence in a whole other continent?" Your dad followed you, watching from behind as you read the booklet. Mina curiously watched from the sidelines.

"Thus the basis of its appeal." You loved your family, but you hated staying in one place. You wanted to go out and explore the world for yourself and be the one to decide what's best for you.

"I thought we decided you were going to stay here and go to school at Kyushu like me." Your brows furrowed, closing the booklet as you sat in an upright position.

You maintained eye contact with your father as you sternly spoke. "No, you decided."

"Oh, okay, so what, you just pick up and leave, is that it?" He shook his head with disappointment, his duchenne smile dropping to a monotonous line.

"Let's hope so." Mina chimed, swaying her body aside to side with her hands intertwined together behind her back. Her flowy dress following wherever she went.

You took a deep breath, maintaining your composure, "Ask Mina who drove her home."

"(Y/N), don't change the—" Your dad pointed his index finger toward you, until it clicked in his mind what you said. His brows raised as the words spewing from your mouth, as he turned to your sister who looked guilty as ever, "Drove? Who drove you home?"

"Now, don't get upset, Dad, but there's this boy..." Mina did the classic wide eyes and pouting lip as your father stared her down, hands on his hips as he did so.

"Who's a flaming imbecile. Just thought that should be brought up." You added, sarcastically smiling as you popped the 'p' at the end.

Your dad's view changed to you, "Please—"

Mina interrupted your father, making direct eye contact with you as she spoke. She was more concerned with getting under your skin than seeking your father's approval of the boy—which he shouldn't appease to at all. "And I think he might ask me—"

"Please. I think I know what he's going to ask you." His hands shot for Mina's arms, trying to get her to look at him. She awkwardly stood, instantly regretting her say in the conversation. Your dad raised his voice, wagging his finger in Mina's face, "And I think I know the answer...No. It's always no."

He spun Mina around for her to take a seat next to you on the couch. She let out a heavy sigh in defeat as she crossed her arms and legs. Mina looked in every direction except your own.

"What are the two house rules? Number one, no dating till you graduate. Number two, no dating till you graduate. That's it!"

"Dad, that's so unfair." Mina shook her head side to side, refusing to accept the truth that she wouldn't the able to go out with the dunce face.

"All right, you want to know what's unfair? This goes for you too." He pointed his finger at you, who leaned into the cushions of the couch, soaking in the comfort they had to offer. He knelt to your eye level. Your father inhaled before going on about a life lesson, "This morning I delivered a set of twins to a 15-year-old girl. Do you know what she said to me?"

"I'm a crack whore who should have made my skeezy boyfriend wear a condom?"

Your dad let out a satisfied smile at your sister's guess, shaking biscuits head in disapproval, "Close, but no. She said "I should have listened to my father.""

"She did not!" Mina slammed her fist into the couch cushions, finding it hard to believe the "nonsense" your father spat.

"Well, that's what she would have said if she wasn't so doped up." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Can we focus on me for a second, please? I am the only girl in school who's not dating." A frustrated Mina asked, using her hands to emphasize her point of view. You could understand where she was coming from, but you also thought the idea of teenage social life was overrated.

Your father's face contorted to one of near laughter, until he pointed at your figure lounging lazily on the couch. "Oh, no you're not. Your sister doesn't date."

Your head turned to your sister next to you, proudly stating, "And I don't intend to."

"And why is that again?" Your dad asked, trying really hard to nail his point into Mina's brain. She was starting to get pouty and you knew that usually meant she was ready to burst into tears out of frustration.

"Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?" You couldn't stress enough how many boys at your school wouldn't stand a chance in society outside of high school because that's where they thrive. The boys lived off of dirt, uncleanliness and beer.

"Where did you come from? Planet Loser?" Mina cranked her head to look at you, finding it hard to believe that you two were actually related. You couldn't bring yourself to believe it either. You wanted to get a DNA test as soon as possible. Her scrunched nose and furrowed brows said it all. She was pissed and puzzled about how you've managed to survive this long as apart of the public without going into cardiac arrest.

"As opposed to Planet Look At Me, Look At Me." You mocked, sneering as you did so. Your dad's voice filled the room after your comeback, you both shot him a look.

"Okay, here's how we solve this one. Old rule out. New rule, Mina can date—" He paused, giving Mina the hope to fulfill her teenage dreams. The your father's finger pointed at you, "when she does."

He turned away from you both on the couch, giving Mina the opportunity to stand up and run after him, "But she's a mutant! What if she never dates?"

"Then you'll never date. Oh, I like that." Your dad's head whipped back to see your sister standing while you remained comfy in the couch's cushions. "And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren't out being impregnated."

The conversation was interrupted when your father's cell phone begun ringing. A tone that was all too familiar to you—he was being called into work. He took out his phone, glancing at the caller ID before his eyes wandered back over to you.

"We'll talk about Sarah Lawrence later."

Your eyes circled to the back of your head, "Fine."

You passed by your sister, paying no mind to her pleads to modify the new rule. She knew you would never date, which angered her even more.

She wandered after your father, "Wait! Dad!"

He picked up his suitcase with one foot already out the door. He quickly stated before shutting the door, "Gotta go."

You kept reading the booklet Sarah Lawrence sent you as you walked up the stairs. You were barely half way when Mina decided to shout at you, "Can't you just find some blind, deaf loser to take you to the movies so I can have one date?"

You turned on your heel, facing Mina who was standing on the first step with her arms crossed and a scowl across her features. You weren't sure if your dad made the best move to leave you alone with Mina—even if someone's life depended on it. He may get a call from a neighbor saying how two young women got into a cat fight in the front lawn.

"I'm sorry. Looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Denki "Eat Me" Kaminari." You used your fingers to make air quotes, allowing your hands to fall back to your sides as you stared at your sister in disgust. You couldn't believe she wanted to go out with that jackass when she had much better options.

She scoffed, turning around to walk away, "You suck."

You rolled your eyes, mimicking Mina's voice as you repeated her hateful words, "You suck."

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⇨ 003. French is the Language of Love

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[thewriteroflucifenia]

Ideas from the Fanfiction Nursery

The Domestic Battles of Juri Han

Juri dealing with domestic bullshit in the most chaotic way possible.

Set in the same continuity of The Spider and the Bee, but during her relationship with Crimson Viper.

Juri Fights the HOA - Crimson's neighborhood has a really shitty HOA and Juri decides to fight the power by throwing a massive party where she and the other fed up neighbors rev their engines, play loud music, and paint their fences garish colors. She also vandalizes the HOA leader's fence and car, giving them pink and blue cheetah print. This all started because they started giving them fines over the pride flag on the porch, then Juri's bike, then the trash, then the length of the grass, and Juri isn't patient enough for malicious compliance.

Juri Fights the School Board - Juri doesn't approve of the School Board's ruling on local book bans and decides to be a menace about it.

Juri Fights River Creek Methodist Church- Crimson is trying to kiss up to her boss by going to the same church as him, and it would really help if Lauren would get baptized for her, but Lauren gets cold feet so Juri decides to step in and pretend to have a religious epiphany for the sake of her girlfriend's promotion. The baptism is held in the pool of a neighborhood full of mansions and is decorated with fancy statues and waterfalls. The line "Lauren, Mommy needs you to suck it up, talk about Jesus, and go get dunked in that bougie pool by the preacher" gets said.

Juri Fights the County

Juri Fights the Manager of a Local Hardware Store

Working Title - Why you shouldn't kidnap Cammy's family members

Set before SF2 when Cammy's 18. She's living with her new, adoptive family, got literally no idea where she spawned from other than vaguely in Eastern Europe, and she's just kinda training for her career working for her adoptive father.

She and George are stuck slumming it at the house while everyone else is on a mission they ain't qualified for.

Cammy's bummed her family is away during the anniversary of her adoption, with the exception of George Ginzu, who's like "we should go do something fun in town"

Famous last words, he gets abducted by Shadaloo. Cammy's fucking pissed.

She's playing Rambo now. She tracks their asses down to break out her little brother and give everyone hell.

The Dolls recognize her and become horrified that she's alive, but not responding to her own name or recognizing them. It's like she's been brainwashed or something!

Juri is mad Akuma gets to Bison before she does, proceeds to sulk all the way to SF4.

Rather depressing oneshot about Decapre mourning Cammy after her "death" between Alpha 3 and SF2.

I kinda just want an excuse to write backstories I came up with for minor characters like the Dolls, Lauren, and Delta Red.

Why Marz was so willing to yeet herself to death

She fell in love with Rashid's friend, friend got the ax, now she's decided to be a Sister Repentia and just fucking die.

Rashid's friend is rewritten to be his sister

She and Marz were both massive Warhammer nerds and decide they'll meet again in space.

Marz imagines herself and all her loved ones as Sisters of Battle and Space Marines watching the Imperium crumble before she flatlines and she smiles.

Fuck yeah, she gonna play Orks in the next life.

Lauren and Li-Fen Try Wrestling

These two rascals hunt down Poison and try to pitch themselves as wrestlers

It's a weirdly dramatic plotline

Li-Fen's character is a pirate who's parents were brutally slaughtered by Lauren's character so she turned to piracy and stock market fraud to fill the void. She's hellbent on revenge until she realizes Lauren's character is kinda hot.

Lauren's character is a super soldier with cat ears that is totally not her GI Joe oc. She works for totally not Cobra but secretly thinks clubbing baby seals kinda sucks, but they match five percent to her 401k so she's stuck morality be damned.

Their characters are in a situationship and most of their wrestling is the girls waxing poetically on the meaning of life and love while body slamming each other.

They're just larping at poor Poison who can't find a way to leave discreetly, she's just trapped with these hyper teenagers who really want to tell her all about their OCS.

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Hallo again, my dear HL friends! Time to get to know your OCs again!

MC Question of the Week:

Without any broomstick, which of this mode of transportation will your MC pick?

- Horse 🐎

- Bike 🚲

- Nothing (use feet I am Rambo)

Joins us for more MC prompts and to get to know more MCs!

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Figured It Out

Tw: Death,Blood

You and Eddie. That’s what it always was. You had graduated and he hadn’t but still, every weekend you could be spotted smoking a cigarette on his porch or propped up against your car that was in his driveway.

Or sometimes Eddie could be seen hanging out at your work, sitting on the counter and messing with the cassette tapes. 

Where one of you were, the other wasn’t far behind.

That’s probably why Eddie Munson was currently crawling through your window because he had a bad day. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do this.

“Hey bud, can I stay a while?” He asked, one foot already on your carpet. 

“Have I ever sent you home?” 

“Nah, but I know you got work.” He was taking his jacket and shoes off.

“It’ll be fine,” you we’re sitting up and reaching for your cigarettes, lighting one.

“Those things are terrible dude,” he said, walking to your bed.

“You ever heard the saying about the pot calling kettle the black?” 

“Yeah, yeah” he laid down, looking up at your ceiling.

You raised a eyebrow, “What’s up with you?”

“I am, like… I don’t know man.” 

You rested the cigarette on your black ash tray then you laid down beside him, “One of those days, huh?”

“Well, not exactly. I just, are you… single?”

“No, and no. You are not going to try to hook me up with one of your of your friends sisters.” 

He was silent.

“Eddie?”

“Yea?”

“What’s up?” You rolled your head to look at him.

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you. I think I love you..”

Now you were silent.

“Eddie, I-“

“I’m sorry, I know that you proba-“

“I think I love you too.” 

You were screaming at him as he ran out the door, “Get your ass back in here!” 

“Keep him safe!” He yelled as he slammed it shut behind himself, you looked up at Dustin.

“Stay there, okay?” You saw the fear in his eyes. “We’ll be back, I promise.”

“Don’t-“ 

You didn’t catch the rest of it because you were running out the door. You looked a little ways into the distance and saw Eddie on a bike, peddling away as he was chased being chased by the bat like creatures.

You ran after him, as fast as your feet and lungs would allow. You were still a good ways behind when he got off the bike and began to fight back. 

When you joined the fight, Eddie was yelling at you.

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“Hell no!” You yelled as you sliced with your comedically Rambo-like knife. 

It was one fight you weren’t supposed to loose. You both laid there, bloody and dying.

“Hey,” you breathed. 

“What?” He weakly responded.

“You’re my hero.” 

He was silent, “You’re mine too.” 

You smiled, “It was your year. Sorry about this.”

“I think of it as our year.” He coughed out.

You chuckled. 

“I think I know that I do love you.”

“I know.”

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 27 - Breaking the Law

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Eddie helps get their plan in motion by getting them a ride so they can get weapons to fight Vecna.

Warnings: stealing, grand theft auto

Word count: 2.4k

Chapter song: Breaking the Law by Judas Priest

Tag list: @munchabunch​ @madaboutmunson​ @earl-greater​

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. “Wait, what?!” Dustin asked.

“How do you know?” Steve questioned.

“Because that’s what I was staring at in the kitchen. It was her. She was doing the remote traveling thing we do,” revealed Kat.

“So she’s gonna help us, right?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, I mean, once we actually have a solid plan, I can communicate with her and… I don’t know, maybe we do have a shot at this.”

“That’s fine and great, I’m so happy we have Eleven back, truly. But what do we do about weapons? We’re already harboring not one, but two wanted fugitives as it is. I doubt we should go around raiding the nearby neighbors for guns,” Robin quickly added.

“Uh, I think I know of a place,” Eddie shared, his face lit up with the sudden idea that popped into his mind. He started shuffling things around where Max’s phone was as a plan started formulating in his mind. “Hey, you got a phonebook lying around?” he asked Max. She nodded and went off to grab it and then handed it to Eddie. He began thumbing through it and when he landed on the ad he wanted, he slammed the book down on the kitchen table. Everyone crowded around behind him. Steve was leaning in closely on his right who had Dustin peaking through next to him. Nancy and Lucas were at the heads of the table. Robin was peering over Eddie’s left shoulder. Max stayed behind the group, simply listening in on the plan, knowing exactly what her unfortunate role in all of this was. Kat was across the table from everyone, already having guessed where Eddie’s plan was going.

“Check this out. The War Zone. I’ve been there once,” Eddie said, tapping the page. He quickly glanced up at Kat, who returned the fleeting smirk. “It’s huge. They’ve got everything you need for, uh… killing things, basically?” As he spoke he switched his weight between legs causing his shoulder to bump Steve’s chest. Kat had to keep her facial expressions to herself as she noticed Steve lean into it ever so subtly. 

“Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin asked. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Well, lucky for us, it is so… This– this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks,” said Eddie.

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone?” Erica pointed out with her signature sass.

“Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons, so I think it’s worth the risk,” Nancy said.

“Me too,” Lucas agreed. “Especially since Kat can hide any or all of us.”

“Yeah, but even with Kat, is it worth the time? It’ll take all day to bike there and back,” Dustin pointed out.

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie said.

“What, you got some car we don’t know about?” Steve asked, seeming confused.

Eddie finally stood up straight to look him dead in the eye. “It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but uh… It’ll do,” he said with the most mischievous cheshire cat grin. “Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandana, something like that?” he asked as he turned around to face Max.

“Eddie, really?” Kat scoffs as she walked over to him and pulled the bandana out of his pocket, which somehow managed to stay put all the way through to the Upside Down, and waved it in front of his face.

“That is a signature Munson accessory, sweetheart. Easily recognizable around here. Plus I have other plans for that,” he said snarkily as he plucked the bandana from her hand and stuck it right back in his pocket.

“I’ve got… something like that,” Max shrugged before she walked off to her room.

“Okay, so what is this super stealthy plan of yours?” Robin inquired.

“Well, see those neighbors over there enjoying this lovely weather?” Eddie said as he walked over to the window. “That, right there, is a Winnebago. While they’re sitting outside, chain smoking and pounding down a six pack, we’re gonna climb in through the back very quietly. I’ll get her started and we’re outta here.”  

“Wait, why do you need a mask? Couldn’t Kat just hide us?” Steve asked.

“Here,” Max said, handing a Michael Meyers mask to Eddie. “This should work.”

“Oh yeah, super inconspicuous,” Dustin said sarcastically.

“Wait, why do we even need that?” Steve asked again.

“I don’t want to use my powers. I don’t know if it sounds a beacon to Vecna, so if we can do this the simple way, we should.”

“Exactly,” Eddie said. “You got a toolbox or something with pliers in it, Red?” Max nodded. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a small duffle bag from under the kitchen sink. Eddie inspected it, nodding. “Yep, this’ll do.”

“I don’t know how I feel about all these risks–” Robin started.

“If shit goes south, I’ll step in. But for now, this is our only option,” Kat cut her off.

“Here we go again. Child endangerment,” Erica sighed.

“Alright, let’s go,” Eddie said, his voice muffled as he put the mask on. He started towards the door with Kat following behind him. He opened it, peeked his head out, and looked both ways before pointing a finger gun to lead the group on their way. 

Quickly and quietly, they moved from trailer to trailer. They all ran directly behind the couple who was sitting outside of their home. Had they looked back at the right second, this plan would have all been over. For the moment, luck was on their side.

They all crowded around behind the Winnebago. Eddie hastily reached his hand up to try and open any window. Thankfully the very back window slid open with ease. He hoisted himself up through the small opening which just so happened to be big enough for him to slither through. Landing on the couch, he ripped off his mask. “That was suffocating,” he breathed. Kat rolled in right behind him as he shot up and darted to the entrance to swiftly lock it. Steve dove through the window, followed by Nancy and the rest of the gang. 

After securing the door, Eddie settled into the driver seat up front. He threw the bag down and grabbed needle nose pliers. Shoving them in his mouth, he went to work finding the wires near the ignition. Kat leaned on the side of the seat, “Oh, finally get to see the delinquent in action,” she whispered. He flashed her a brief look and wiggled his eyebrows. His chuckle was muffled from the pliers. When he yanked them out from the dash, Steve made his place next to Kat. She moved down the first step so that she could get a front row view and so that Steve could too.  

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” Steve asked as Eddie snapped two red wires.

“Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hotwire. Now I swore to myself, I wouldn’t end up like he did,” he recanted, twisting two wires together, “but now I’m wanted for murder, possibly kidnapping, so why not add grand theft auto to the list of charges. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name.”

Robin flew up to the front and watched over Steve’s shoulder. “Uh, Eddie, I’m not really sure I love the idea of you driving?” she shared.

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her,” he said as he leaned in close to Steve making a reprised impish smile. “Don’t ya big boy?” With that, he flicked the frayed wires together and the engine roared to life.

As it backfired, the couple who owns the mobile home shot up out of their lawn chairs. “What the hell?! Hey! Open this door!” the woman yelled. All four of them turned their heads as the man started banging on the door. “They locked the door!” she continued screaming.

“Shit! Go!” Steve said as Eddie flew out of the seat and Steve hopped over to sit in the driver seat. “It’s just a car,” he whispered to himself before turning around and yelling, “Everybody hang on to something!”

Robin had rushed towards the back to find her seat. Kat and Eddie had crawled to their spot, while Nancy went up to take her place next to Steve. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Go! Let’s go!” Lucas said anxiously. 

“Pedal to the fucking metal! Woo!” Kat cheered, having the time of her life.

“Drive, Steve! Drive!” Dustin screamed from the very back of the vehicle. 

“Go, go, go!” Robin hurried as Steve threw their new set of wheels into gear and punched his still barefoot on the gas. 

Lucas kept telling Steve to “Go! Go! Go!”

Dustin was watching out of the rear window as the couple were still yelling and throwing their arms in the air. “Shit, they look pissed,” he observed. 

“I mean it’s not everyday you lose your house and your car in one fell swoop,” Robin said, holding onto the sides of her seat.

“Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!” Steve yelled as he made a sharp right turn, running over some garbage bins in the process.

“There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’ just as fast as my feet can fly! Come away, come away if you’re goin’. Let’s leave this sinkin’ ship behind!” Kat started to sing at full volume.

“Kat, what are you doing?” Nancy laughed.

“Come on! Road trip songs! You know you wanna sing along,” she gleefully said. She looked down at Eddie and nodded. He shrugged and together they both sang, “Come on the risin’ wind! We’re goin’ up around the bend, oh!” and with the second verse, soon enough, they had everyone singing Creedence Clearwater Revival as Steve hauled ass to War Zone.

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Eventually, when the songs and the adrenaline died down, a silence befell the group. Everyone was either wrapped up in small conversations of their own or zoned out from exhaustion.

“Hey,” Kat whispered, gently nudging Eddie with her elbow, “what’s going on with you and…” She jutted her chin toward their getaway driver.

A puzzled look scrunched Eddie’s features. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Kat started, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and her head tilting back and forth as she counted her points on her fingers, “You gave him your battle vest ‘for his modesty.’ You confessed how cool you think he is, with an Ozzy reference no less. You practically nuzzle into his personal space. I’d recognize that shit-eatting grin anywherel. And! What the hell was up with calling him ‘big boy’?” she chuckled quietly.

Eddie curled his lips in and his eyes grew wide as his cheeks reddened. “I– I– I… uh,” he stuttered trying to get his bearings. “What?”

“If you ask me, those are tell-tale signs that Munson has a little crush,” she said with a smirk.

“I have a… What? No, no, no. I mean. He’s a dude and I–”

“So what if he’s a dude? You can have a crush on a guy,” she shrugged.

“But it’s–”

“Always a little weird when you first realize. It’s okay, babe. Been there, done that. Here to help ya through it, big boy,” she giggled and winked as she ruffled the top of his head.

“‘Been there, done that?’” he repeated.

“Mhmm. I’m telling you, life is very different in LA. Plus if you weren’t so annoyingly persistent when I first got here, probably woulda batted my eyelashes at,” Kat moved her eyes in Robin’s direction. Eddie followed her eyes and then his eyebrows shot up in surprise as he slowly turned his head back to her.

‘Really? Buckley?’ he mouthed.

“Yeah, you had no idea, did you?”

“Nope,” he shook his head quickly, his curls zipping side to side.

“Of course not. That’s because it’s called being subtle. Something which you have not yet mastered. Oh, hey, wait, I know someone you could practice on!” she said, bumping her shoulder with his.

“Hey, I am very much with you. Have I told you that I love you? Because I love you. Very much in love. Runs real deep,” he said speaking quickly.

“I know, babe,” she nodded with a breathy laugh as she patted his knee.

“Hey, Kat?” Max called to her from the back. “Can I, uh, talk to you for a sec?”

“Of course!” she said, getting up to switch places with Lucas. “What’s up?”

“Well, I sort of came up with a plan. I just… I mean, you know Vecna so I wanted to run it by you, I guess,” she said nervously.

“Yeah, tell me what you came up with,” Kat nodded as she sat down, crossing one leg under her.

“Okay, so, he uses my darkest memories against me. Which, you were there when it happened with Chrissy, right?” 

“Yeah, a couple times actually. If those were her actual memories… They had to have been her darkest ones. Is that… is that what he did with you?”

Max nodded. “It’s like he only sees the darkness in us.”

“No, not just in people. Honestly, he only sees darkness, period.”

“Exactly, so I figured I’ll just run in the opposite direction. I mean, that’s what I did when they started to play Kate Bush. I saw them at the cemetery and I just ran towards it. So that’s what I’ll do. I’ll run to the light again. And maybe he won’t be able to find me there, you know?”

Kat stared out the rear window pensively. She started to nod. “Yeah, yeah. That could work. Eleven has her powers back. And if I’m there too… Wait, do you already have a specific memory in mind?”

“I do,” she said with a half smile, her eyes darting to Lucas and back as her cheeks turned rosy.  

“Max, this could work. If you show me that memory, I can find you there and hide you. I don’t know if… I don’t know how long I can hold him off and keep you safe, but maybe it’d be enough time for them to obliterate that son of a bitch…”

“Really? You think this could work?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said confidently as she walked up to the front of the camper. 

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Chapter 11: I Wanna Start a Fight

“I have an idea.” Eddie rose from the couch, rummaging around the various cabinets. “What are you looking for?” Max asked. He glanced up at her, focusing on her a second before continuing his search. “A phonebook.” He answered without looking up. Max turned the corner, returning with a semi-thick copy of the yellow pages. “This?” She offered. Eddie nodded, reaching for it. He leafed through several pages before slamming it down on the table. “Check this out. The War Zone. I’ve been there once, it's huge. They’ve got everything you need for uh, well, killing things, basically.” He spoke quickly, pointing to the ad in the book. A wannabe commando with a squared off hairstyle toted a submachine gun in his hands, bare chested, with his hair tied back in a bandana. The American flag flew behind him proudly. “Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin asked sarcastically, scoffing. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is ANY of this legal?” She seemed very skeptical. “Well, lucky for us it is so…” Eddie let the sentence trail a second before continuing. “This, this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we ought to be able to avoid cops and uh, angry hicks.” He explained. 

  Erica rolled her eyes. “If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called The War Zone.” She pointed out. “Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons. So, I think it’s worth the risk.” Nancy piped up. Lily had to agree with her. “Me too.” Lucas said. “But is it worth the time? It’ll take all day to bike there and back.” Dustin said. “Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie asked, glancing at Dustin. “You got some car we don’t know about?” Steve asked, a lilt to his voice that suggested that he highly doubted it. Eddie stood up straight. “It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but uh, it’ll do.” He said as he smiled wickedly. He glanced up at Max. “Hey Red, you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?” He asked. She pondered a moment before turning and bounding down the hall to her room. She returned a few moments later with a rubber Mike Myers mask. Eddie stared at it a moment before taking it. “Alright, let’s go.” 

         Eddie slipped the mask over his head, his own curls hanging out beneath the mask's fake tufts. Because he looked so ridiculous, Lily couldn’t help but smile. It seemed oddly apropos. He led them around the side of Max’s trailer, pausing at the corner before signaling them forward. They kept close together, their heads on a swivel. Eddie had a small duffle bag clenched in his hand. It reminded Lily distantly of her lockpicking set, which she missed desperately. It was still at the Wheelers. They filed behind a Winnebago, the occupants of the RV listening to the radio and smoking while they sat in lawn chairs outside. Eddie led them around the other side of the RV, testing a window and finding it unlocked. He heaved himself inside, and the others followed after him, Steve giving Lily a boost so she didn’t injure her shoulder any further. As she climbed into the RV, she watched as Eddie made his way to the front, twisting the lock on the door before settling in the driver’s seat.

         He worked quickly, his hands moving expertly through the motions of hotwiring. Lily watched in fascination. “Where did you learn to do this?” Steve asked as he leaned over Eddie's shoulder, also watching, his expression a mixture of awe and a little concern. Eddie sighed heavily. “Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hotwire. Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto.” There was a bitterness in his voice that made Lily’s chest ache. He didn’t deserve any of this. “I’m really living up to that Munson name.” He added with disgust. “Uh, Eddie, I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving.” Robin said over Steve’s shoulder. Eddie turned his head to her. “Oh, I’m starting the sucker. Harrington’s got her…don’t cha big boy?” He teased, a wicked grin spreading over his features. That smile seemed to wash every bit of bitterness from his face. Steve stared at him, his eyes wide. Eddie touched the wires together carefully and the engine coughed, roaring to life. The radio belted out “Somewhere around the Bend” and Lily couldn’t help but smile. Shouts and curses from the owners of the RV reached their ears and Eddie grinned again, standing to allow Steve to get into the driver’s seat. 

         “Everybody hang onto something!” Steve yelled back, throwing the RV into gear. “Drive Steve, DRIVE!!” Dustin bellowed from the back. The older boy stomped on the gas, and the RV lurched forward, rocketing down the dirt drive of the trailer park. “Oh they look pissed!” Dustin observed. Robin scoffed. “Well, it’s not every day you lose your house and car in one fell swoop.” She pointed out. The RV's owners ran after them, but were no match for the Winnebago’s get up and go. They left the pair cursing in the dust, disappearing around the bend and out of sight. 

         The sights of Hawkins faded from view as they drove down oddly deserted highways. Lily half expected there to be sirens behind them, the law sending the calvary after them. But there was nothing. She relaxed against Eddie’s side, exhaustion creeping to the forefront. He wrapped an arm gently around her, cradling her against him. “That was pretty metal.” She murmured. “Hmm?” He asked, glancing down at her. “How you hotwired this thing. You’ll have to teach me that…” He smiled. “I think I am enough of a bad influence on you without making it worse, Naur Tinu.” The Elvish endearment rolled off his tongue easily, warming her. Fire Star. It seemed a fitting nickname. She smiled broadly. “Oh, I called that asshole Jock a Lygion and Nadorhuan. I knew he wouldn’t understand them and it was so satisfying to see the confusion on his face. He thought I was speaking the “Devil’s tongue.” She air-quoted the last, laughing. Eddie’s eyes were serious as they settled on hers. “I don’t want you going anywhere near them again, understand me?” He said sternly, his intense stare shaking her down to her bones. “These fanatics are dangerous and if they think you are the enemy, they won’t ask questions. They will just shoot.” He told her. Her smile faded. “You have already put a target on your back by even associating with me, let alone antagonizing Jason.” He added bitterly. She glanced away, color on her cheeks. “I couldn’t just sit by and let them slander your name.” She said quietly. He kissed the crown of her head. “I know that sweetheart. And I admire your bravery and sense of justice. But you have to understand how these religious idiots think.”

         His words had her stiffening, her hair bristling. Oh, she knew EXACTLY how religious fanatics thought. She had personal experience at the hands of her very religious and bigoted stepfather. She had the scars to prove it. The largest of which spanned across her back, from just under her bra strap to the swell of one hip. She had received it when she had made the mistake of walking away from him. That had been with the buckle to his worn leather belt. It had bled for hours, healing into a matted rift that not even her mother had seen. She had made sure of that. Lily shivered. She was grateful that Eddie hadn’t seemed to notice. She was afraid of what he would think or do if he knew.

  “How’s the handle?” Nancy asked Steve as they drove along. He smiled softly, casting a brief glance at her. “Not half bad considering that this is a house.” He replied. She chuckled softly. Lily couldn’t help but overhear, and found herself sucked into the conversation. This was a softer Steve, a side of himself that he seemed to reserve for Nancy alone. There was a beat of silence between them before Steve cleared his throat. “Yeah it’s…it’s silly, but I…I’ve actually, uh…I always had this dream that I’d have this really, really big family. I’m talking like uh…a full brood of Harringtons.” Lily couldn’t help but smile, picturing it. “Like five, six kids” Nancy stared at him incredulously. “Six?” She asked, her tone matching the traumatized expression on her face. “Yeah, six little Nuggets.” Steve replied, oblivious to her panic. 

“Three girls, three boys.” He seemed to be lost in the image as he drove. “And…and every summer I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this…” He gestured with his free hand to the vehicle, “and just…see the country. You know, the Rockies, the Grand Canyon…maybe Yellowstone.” Lily had to admit, his dream was nice. “End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.” Nancy was watching him in rapt fascination. “That sounds nice.” She whispered. His eyes met hers. 

“Yeah?” He asked, a slight smile on his face. “Yeah.” She replied tenderly before catching herself. “Well, uh, except for the six-kid part. That sounds like a total nightmare.” She joked. Steve scoffed. “If only I had some practice.” He said sarcastically, casting a glance back into the rest of the RV. Something about his tone made it almost seem like a boyish fantasy that he had somehow held onto through everything that he had been through. Lily felt a pang in her heart and she snuck a glance at Eddie. He was looking out the window, his eyes following the scenery as they passed. She wondered briefly what he felt about starting a family. Maybe even a family with her.

***

         The War Zone was smaller than she had anticipated. The way Eddie had talked about it, she expected a warehouse like space. But this was no bigger than a Piggly Wiggly or Kroger's back home. Steve parked the RV off to the side of the building, under the shade of huge oak trees. Steve and Nancy climbed out, followed by Robin, Erica, Max, and Lily. Eddie had been reluctant to let her go, but she had only offered him a smile before following after them. 

They entered the shop, pausing just inside the doorway. The place was crawling with people, the entire space filled floor to ceiling with everything from guns to drones, military attire, and every manner of weapon they could imagine. “So much for avoiding angry hicks.” Robin scoffed. “Let’s be…fast.” Nancy agreed. There was no argument. 

They fanned out, each choosing a corner and loading up the buggies with supplies. Robin and Steve found the kerosine, setting five or six  gallons into their cart. Robin glanced up, and froze. Steve followed her gaze and smirked. “What are you gonna do, Robin? Stand and gawk?” He teased. Robin’s eyes softened, taking in the scrawny redhead from across the room. She would know her anywhere. Vickie. “Shut up.” She said offhandedly, half-hearted at best. Robin went to move towards Vickie when a boy spooked the girl, wrapping his arms gently around her. Vickie jumped and squealed in delight, giggling as she turned around to face him. Robin’s heart fell. Steve felt a searing hatred for the redhead boil up in his chest. Robin turned and fled as the girl’s eyes landed on her. Steve called after her, but to no avail. 

Lily wandered in and among shelves of knives, throwing stars, and ammunition of every possible kind. She wasn’t the type to like guns, and even the throwing stars didn’t grab her fancy. She turned a corner, the far wall coming into view. Her heart hammered and she stepped closer. Bows. From simple wooden hunting bows to tension compound, every possible type gleamed from their hooks. This was more her style. Her father had insisted that if she wanted to play a Ranger, she had to learn how to shoot. The man behind the counter eyed her a moment. “May I help you, miss?” He asked, a little sarcasm in his voice. She smiled. “That one. How much?” She pointed to the huge tension and pulley bow in the center of the display. “That one is $220, and I’ll throw in 60 steel tip arrows if you do cash.” She smiled. Eddie had contributed quite a bit of quid for this excursion, as his side gig as a drug dealer seemed to have its merits. She had known about the dealing, and despite her own reservations about it, couldn’t deny it was indeed the fast track to getting out of one’s current situation. He had admitted to trying everything once, but found that he didn’t like the lack of control they provided. He only dealt them to save up enough to take care of his uncle and eventually get out of Hawkins. 

She paid the vendor, also purchasing a pair of boots and a steel hunting knife from a nearby seller. “Nancy Wheeler…” Jason’s slight drawl caught Lily’s attention, instantly drawing her gaze. He leaned over one of the display counters, cradling a handgun between his fingers. Not for the first time Lily had to admit to herself that if he wasn’t hunting the man she loved, she would have found him attractive. In a very "Boy Next Door" kind of way. She couldn't exactly hear their conversation as the jock had leaned in close but stiffened as he grabbed the barrel of the shotgun in Nancy's hands. A growl forced its way through her clenched teeth. "Let it go…" The words echoed through her mind, an unfamiliar tingling sensation skittering down her spine, stretching down her limbs and even making her eyes feel funny. Heat seared her shoulder, burning intensely for a moment before dying to an uncomfortable ember. Lily could see that Nancy had echoed her thoughts in words as she stared the jock down. He yelped and stepped back abruptly as if the barrel of the gun had burned him. Even at that distance Lily could see his hand tremble, slightly red in color. "What the hell?" He asked, his eyes widening as he staggered back another step. "You're a goddamn witch…" He said, now trembling from head to toe as he backed away from Nancy. "Goddamn freak." Lily had heard enough. Though her shoulder trembled and throbbed, she crossed the space to Nancy, her eyes never leaving the jock's terrified face. His jaw fell slack as she came into his view. "You....it was you!" He cried. 

Lily couldn't help another growl as it escaped her. "I suggest you leave while you can…" She warned. He hesitated, peering around nervously, no doubt, looking for his other stooges. “Where’s your master, freak?” He sneered with more gall than Lily would have given him credit for. She leveled him with a glare. “If you think I am going to tell you anything, then you are even more delusional than I thought. Leave while I am still in a charitable mood.” The tingling in her limbs intensified, flaring along her shoulder a second time. She ignored the stinging, refusing to look away from Jason. He met her stare only briefly as if contemplating refusing her, before his eyes went wide. He stared at her with a mix of horror and fascination, as if she was simultaneously the most beautiful and terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. She growled at him again, taking another step towards him. Jason staggered back, turned tail and practically ran out of the store. It wasn’t until he was gone that Lily felt herself relax. 

Nancy grabbed her arm. "What did you do?" She asked hurriedly. Lily shrugged. "I didn't do anything…I don't think…" Nancy's eyes met hers and the older girl sucked in a breath. "Lily, your eyes…." Nancy fought to tear her gaze away, and finally succeeding, turned and snatched a pair of sunglasses from the rack. "Here put these on. Jason won't be alone. We need to get out of here before he can tell the others." Lily nodded, putting the glasses on. She slung her newly acquired compound bow over her shoulder, tucking her three quivers of steel arrows under her arm. A pair of army grade combat boots dangled from her fingers. "Let's go." 

"What in the hell is taking them so long?" Dustin paced the RV, back and forth and back and forth. It was beginning to grate on Eddie's nerves. He was about to tell him so when the door flew open and the rest of the gang piled inside. 

  "We gotta go!" Erica announced, flinging herself into a nearby chair. "Yeah, step on it!" Lily agreed. Eddie cocked his head at her. "Nice shades. Too bright for you outside?" He asked with a smile, teasing her. She shook her head. "I think something happened to me in the Upside Down. Something....weird." He eyed her, his expression urging her to continue. She sighed, taking off the glasses. Her gaze met his and he sucked in a breath. "What. The. Hell?" Was all he could say. Lily turned towards the back of the RV, where a mirror was mounted on the wall. Her heart began to pound. Her eyes, once a shifting hazel, were now blazing molten amber, burning like twin flames. She blinked several times, but they didn't change. "The leader of the Stooges was harassing Nancy. And I made him stop. He thought Nancy made it happen. But it was me." Dustin stared at her. She had almost forgotten that they were not alone. "Like Eleven? She's psychic…and telekinetic…" He asked, eyes wide.

Lily shrugged. "It's a possibility. I don't know. I wanted him to let the gun go and the next moment he did. As if the gun had burned him. And I’m tingly all over." Eddie reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Lady Aezadora is living up to her renown." He said with a smile. Once it was confirmed that she wasn’t in any danger, he seemed to take her newfound weirdness in stride. It wasn’t by far the weirdest thing that had happened to him the past week anyway.

  Nancy cleared her throat. "Thank you for that. Jason had me really nervous. He is convinced that Hellfire is some kind of devil cult and that they are somehow behind the murders. And I don't think he is going to stop until he sees it destroyed." Nancy's voice shook as she spoke. Lily shook her head violently. "We won't let that happen. We will kill Vecna and stop the killings. Then we will clear Eddie's name." She spoke with a finality and confidence that booked no argument. And there was none. She reached for Nancy’s hand, taking it in her own. 

“Don’t let that pompous airhead get to you. He’s gonna think twice before picking on someone from now on.” Nancy smiled, but the light of it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Don’t underestimate him. What he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in charisma. People are drawn to him and follow him blindly.” Lily nodded. She knew full well what charisma could do. She cleared her throat. “I know his type. My stepfather is a lot like him. Only he takes it one step further. He is in a position of power and doesn’t hesitate to let everyone around him know what kind of pedestal he has placed himself on.” She shivered, rubbing her arms where the bruises had faded. Eddie noticed the movement and rage shot through him.

  “Did he abuse you? Physically, I mean.” Eddie whispered, his voice dangerously low. Lily didn’t answer him right away as if afraid of his reaction. But her hesitation was all the answer he needed. He took deep breaths, willing calm into his limbs. “If I ever meet the sonofabitch, I will become what they’re accusing me of.” He vowed. Lily released Nancy’s hand, reaching for Eddie’s, which shook. “You won’t have to worry about that. I’m not going home after this. That place is dead to me. He can never hurt me again.” He seemed to relax a little, wrapping his fingers around hers, his thumb making little circles across the back of her hand. She smiled, marveling once again at how warm he was, as if he held a sun captive beneath his skin. 

The drive back to Hawkins was quiet, and Lily found herself dozing off. It has been nearly two days since she slept, and it was beginning to weigh on her. She leaned against Eddie’s shoulder, snuggled into his warmth. “Hey Eds…” She murmured, looking up at him. His dark eyes found hers, sparkling slightly. “Everything okay, how’s your shoulder?” He asked quietly. She lifted her arm, surprised that there was only the tiniest twitch of pain. “Hardly hurts at all.” He smiled. “That’s good. What did Max give you?” Lily shrugged. “Just Tylenol I think. But when I confronted Jason, I felt this tingling sensation all over. And a little burning in my shoulder. I wonder…” She sat up, unzipping the jacket and shifting his shirt away from her neck. Lifting one corner of the gauze, her eyes widened. “It’s so much smaller now.” Her voice was a squeak, disbelief an edge to every syllable. "Fire and healing magic. Seems the Upside Down really awoke the Aeza in you." He remarked with a smile. 

She snuggled back against him, playing with a loose thread on his shirt sleeve. "What were you going to ask me?" He spoke quietly, nuzzling into her hair as if they were alone. "Oh, it's nothing." She replied. He eyed her a moment, but let it go. 

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Oddball mystery box!

Back in the day, we didn't have no interwebs. If we wanted to meet fellow geeks, we'd do it through fan clubs, and ads in nerdy magazines. Trade and sale by mail was the order of the day. It was a dark time, but there was something about bartering toys back and forth that.... it just hits different. And I've managed to strike up just such a relationship with an eBay seller!

We exchange boxes of crap a few times a year, collaborating to an extent, but also throwing in lots of surprises. Now that I'm covering mystery boxes on the regular, I think it's high time I started including these.

We'll start with Slithe. I'm not a huge fan of Thundercats, but this guy is still a favorite because he captures the Rankin-Bass animation style remarkably well. He's just got that look about him, y'know? Nobody drew wretched lizardfolk quite like Rankin-Bass. And the sculpting here outshines the rest of the line besides. Just a stellar piece all around, even without his axe.

Speaking of accessories- well, I'll get to that in a second. Here's Dr. Killemoff and a Radiation Ranger, from Toxic Crusaders. Rambo and Robocop may have been oddly adult properties to base cartoons on, but the Toxic Avenger? That's some next level shit. It was one of those environmentally conscious 'toons too, which is doubly hilarious in context.

Anyway, Doc here is an alien cockroach monster out to pollute the planet beyond repair, like we needed any help doing that. He's short his backpack and belt, but as a base figure, he's not a bad specimen. The Ranger (evil mooks) is damn near pristine.

I bring up accessories because this box nearly finishes out my Bonehead. Basically the leader of the punks that accidentally created Toxie in the first place, the 'toon has him subsequently crashing his bike into a barrel of acid rain, withering into a near-skeletal horror with a powerful grudge. Mine had only the gas mask, and now he's a knife away from completion. Yay!

Here's a couple of fun little guys: an evil soldier from Air Raiders, and the snake dude from Dino Riders.

Air Raiders is a strange little property, revolving around air-powered missiles and a sort of 70s sci-fi periodical aesthetic. Distant planet, unsafe atmosphere, air supply controlled by totalitarian government, etc. Y'know what, this guy needs visual context.

There we go. The vehicle isn't quite complete, but yeah. Lots of swooping curves and rubber-tipped missiles. The heroes are looking pretty screwed here. I should track down something for them to ride on, at least.

Dino Riders, I've covered before, but the quick and dirty is that anthro aliens are fighting future humans on prehistoric earth, and they've kitted out a bunch of dinosaurs with armor and weapons. Simply amazing.

Moving on, we have a wonderful surprise in the form of Burnheart's shield and... well, flamethrower. Tonka's Supernaturals mostly stuck with a medieval theme, but the evil knight totally had a weirdly futuristic weapon.

I don't pretend to understand that, but he's the only villain I don't have, and this will save me a fair bit of money. Also, my Leech now has his crossbow, and there's another gun for the parts bin.

Speaking of the parts bin, there's a decent pile of sci-fi bits in here. Most I recognize from Transformers, others are less certain. The biggest surprise is 3/4 of a sprue of Morph-o-Droid guns. Now that's a deep cut. I'd literally never heard of them until I texted the guy wondering what the hell some of this was, but it turns out I did in fact own a secondhand one as a kid. And now I'm half compelled to find another. Dammit.

This wasn't the most exciting breakdown for general audiences, I'm sure, but it made my week on this end. Hooray for old-school toy trades!

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The Rise of Adult Electric Bikes: A Sustainable and Convenient Transportation Solution

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[the-firebird69]

Trillions and trillions and we were not so I'm gonna help make this rainbow serious and I'll have cameos because the max made that kind of money and they were not letting us have anything and they send it back too. In both formats. What happened to us. Stuff happened to them. Does Chuck Norris film as an example a couple of them were trying to set him up and then set them up and we understand the parakeet thing we need some but we're getting a lot this is great. Perfect idea we really needed this. Other ideas too and a series of movies and then I made chicken feed and I need stuff there's the arm wrestling one and we can put our friend in it and make a series and they try and get him back into it and it's a good a big group and some of them were mac proper. And to try and get them in shape. And I think that's a great idea he says it too. I have a couple other movies Cobra I didn't make much movie money. And he says he's got some ideas for Cobra Copperhead and it's about armor and they are talking about armor with cobra and it's a type of ammo and it's new and we're stuck with copperheads. And to be part of the movie. Good script and he's got a good idea let's try and get him something. And we will it's going to look like us the whole time anyways. And the max want that he says so what arm wrestling with me in it is the unique idea that's incredible I get paid for cameo then Garth will try and pay me for anger fist and some other stuff milli Vanilli. It is Prince and you'd make it to the circle a little at least on the outside this has he be on his Johnny Pag not on the hard knock she wants to be on that and he wants to be on the Johnny Pack 'cause it looks cooler so she's gonna be on the Johnny Pag too. It was made with her more so than Randall Tex Cobb she likes that too. Hulu boy says he's gonna have to sell the house the barn the farm every week to buy her a new ring. So it sounds familiar. But we're gonna go ahead with this it's great ideas great ideas chuck Norris wants a series of movies and he says ok how about Chuck Norris is back 'cause he's been out for a long time. And I can make up a title but I don't know it's going well for Trump and actually Rambo is gonna help with the movie. As a director and producer and you have a ton of cities that can you can do it in and it'll make the cities report on the map and it can be tourist areas based on the movies. It does work that way and would start with us. And he says he should we should make historical places one of them would be freedom monuments and he says in each should be a Holocaust thing and a obelisk and it's kind of weird but we figured something like that out now we might go ahead and do that and it's a great idea. There's other things but those that would be a pilgrimage so when they get there it all try and drive by at least to the one in that city area. And if he goes there we'll have him drive by first or in a stupid ebike. You see an ebikes going A120 miles an hour and they handle it well I mean the tires are nice and rims it is just a shocker. He says once you get momentum the centripetal force handles it and it does it stays up it's really a wonder. And it's disproportionate with the weight of the bike so it actually has a weird feel to it and it does it's not too hard to move it over but it's difficult. What a weird day. To know that. We have more movie ideas but these are fun and we want to do it.

rambo and i approve the moviee and cast and lines hsi line he says good

Olympus

[raiding]

Werner's Holiday

I was late for dinner, because researching the difference between angels and chilblains is time-consuming work in which one can easily lose oneself.

The only seat left was next to Werner, who is from South Africa, now living in Dublin.

I probably wouldn't have chosen that seat, had there been others. This shows that one shouldn't judge a book by its covers or, in this case, a cyclist by the fact that all of his clothing (that I could see) was in camouflage patterns, including the baseball cap firmly pulled down on his head, indoors, at dinner.

As I tuned in to the conversation, I seemed to have my prejudices confirmed. Werner was telling his neighbour exactly which gear ratio he had used for the first kilometre of the Tre Cime, and what his maximum heart-rate had been: "I was 53-32 and 170. Man!" This is the cycling version of Rambo. It's also a crazy way to start a hard climb, but, as I later learned, Werner is indeed a really hard cyclist. He was lying 5th in the (incredibly hard) Fred Whitton Challenge ride in the Lake District, until he broke three spokes in his front wheel. He'd like you to think that was because the surge of power from his quads, but he forgot that that would break spokes in your rear wheel.

(Werner's neighbour on the other side caused general consternation at our end of the table by neither knowing nor caring what his own heart-rate had been on the climb. He doesn't use a heart-rate monitor. Werner, incredulous: "And no power-meters?" In full disclosure, I use both.)

But then we heard about Werner's holiday in the Alps. This was a present from his wife. She thought he needed a break, and a bit of time on his bike, so she booked him a ski chalet in Alpe d'Huez, because she'd heard that was a great place to cycle.

She booked it for April. April is still the skiing season in the Alps.

Alpe d'Huez, the village, can only be reached on a bike by riding up Alpe d'Huez, one of the hardest climbs in the Tour de France.

In the ski season, Alpe d'Huez can't be left, other than on skis, until the snowplough has carved a road for the day.

So Werner's relaxing holiday consisted each day of waiting for the snowplough; descending all 21 steep hairpin bends in the slush; riding 100 km and doing 3 other open cols (because he is hard); and then riding back up Alpe d'Huez. He rode hard enough to keep his body warm, but because he was gulping in the cold air, he said it felt like he was freezing from the inside out.

Werner told the tale well. One of his other neighbours, having heard it, said "Your wife didn't do her research." I couldn't stop myself from saying "Perhaps she did."

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[13beachesxx]

Day One

May 9, 2021

I’ve begun the journey now, finally. Actually, I don’t know if I’m crazy doing this the same day as beginning my new novel, but maybe it’s actually perfect. That will be a great distraction when the going gets tough. 

I know the road up ahead isn’t easy — this might be the biggest battle I have had to face yet. But I beat ana/mia, social anxiety, and have gotten more or less on top of my depression — now BED, you’re next, you bitch. Imma make you my bitch. Mark my words. This will probably be the toughest battle I face, indeed, because I have been living with BED since I was…15/16 at a generous estimate. Or whenever it was that I was hiding those pie trays under my bed. Maybe I can find exact dates. Point is, if we’re being generous and say it came around 16 (hand in hand w/the anorexia and bulimia), then that makes…

[longhand subtraction equation here with a note next to it that says (I suck at math OK always have) ] 14

14 years I’ve lived with this condition. 14 years is a LONG ASS TIME. it’s a teenager. It’s about to start fucking freshman year of high school. Christ on a bike. 

14 years of having it, and 16 years without. Or maybe even 15 years with/without.

15 — 15

That’s half my life.  50% of it. 

The depressing part is that those 15 years were meant to be the most joyous, adventurous, crazy years. But they weren’t because this bitch stole them from me. 15-30 were a whole ass struggle.

But I’m here now.  I’m making the changes. I’m going to defeat this monster because I’m That Bitch. I’m a knight of the round table, I’m Rambo, I’m a motherfucking Jaeger pilot, a sailor soldier, one of The Endless, one of The Boys. 

I got this.

—VMK

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