#disagreements

[tinsnip]

[... M]any of us have never had a good role model on how to have civil and productive disagreements. I took a great class that helped me a lot when it comes to having difficult conversations. 1. focus on the behavior, not the person, not their motives. 2. don’t assume you know why somebody is doing something. (I.e they are coming in late because they are lazy). Because then you get stuck in a moral judgment scenario, not a problem solving scenario. Ask questions and remain curious before you decide you “know” something. 3. You don’t have to get to mutual agreement that behavior X is a problem/wrong/shouldn’t happen, etc . Then you are stuck in the problem. What you have to get to is an agreement about a mutual solution. 4. It is possible to have a solution to a problem without either party having to admit they are wrong. They just have to agree that they will do X instead of Y. 5. It is even possible to resolve an issue and still think the other person was being ridiculous/overreacting, whatever. As long as you have a solution that both parties agree to, you can feel however you want to about it, as long as you honor the agreement. 6. And remember that somewhere there is somebody who is having a problem with you. Yes, you. How do you want them to approach you about it? Try that.

don't send anonymous notes at work — Ask a Manager

[poetrybyonur]

True friendship is feeling safe with someone. Where you can disagree without having to walk on eggshells or being verbally attacked or emotionally abused for doing so. In true friendship, disagreements are ways to understand each other, to grow together, not fall apart.

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

it’s possible. not always easy, but possible.

[laurzzz]

RSCB (Celebrity AU) - CHAPTER 4: Asteroid Belt

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Chapter Summary:

As just like you thought earlier, you grate through your teeth with sarcasm dripping at the night-themed robot, “How would you know if what the fans think is wrong or not? You’re programmed to be incredibly good at anything you do in the industry, remember?” Moon receives your sharpness with a soft hush, a gentle caress of your cheeks, and a tender pressed kiss on to your forehead, “The difference between you and I is that you actually worked hard for your skills, star.” That doesn’t really convince you well enough.

A/N:

This chapter features two other existing AUs and fics in the DCA fandom: Robo-Boyfriends AU and Sleuth Jesters (Detective AU)! We're around halfway there, so hold on tight <33 Robo-Boyfriends AU fic can be found HERE! While Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse can be found HERE! Also the Detective Designs for the DCA in Sleuth Jesters are made by @/sunnys-aesthetic on Tumblr! Anw that's all, please read the tags and enjoy. Not beta-read, we die like Y/N’s promise to the twins. All mistakes are on me. Chapter Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Flirting, Emotional Distress, Emotional Manipulation, Envy, Insecurity, Controlling Behavior, Disagreements, Unhealthy Parental Dynamics

[celandeline]

Disagreements (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Part One)

You wouldn’t be lying if you said the majority of people at Hawkins High disliked Eddie Munson. The teachers, because of his overstayed welcome and wasted potential. The students, because of his failure to comply with social norms (aka, his passions for rock and roll and dungeons and dragons). The parents of the community, for his involvement in their children a marijuana use. All, you supposed, fair enough reasons to dislike him. But most of that meant nothing to you.

The reason you disliked Eddie Munson was a bit different from the usual - you disliked him because of how loud he was.

And not just in the hearing sense (though he definitely was, there had been several instances where you lunch had been disrupted by the Munson crows from across the cafeteria), but even down to the way he dressed. Eddie Munson was the definition of loud, and often you found your eyes drawn to him, even if you didn’t want them to be.

He was the human version of a car crash - bright, fast and loud, and you couldn’t tear your gaze away. Much to your chagrin, of course.

You found yourself watching him whenever you were in the same room - which wasn’t all that often, considering he was in mostly remedial classes. But during the periods you did share, you always found yourself looking at him.

It hadn’t been until recently that he had started looking back.

“I just feel like I’m not doing enough.” Pam said, sighing as she picked at her lunch. “Like, it feels like there’s something I’m forgetting.”

“I guarantee you it’s going to be fine.” Lula said, sipping at her water. “You’re working on it almost 24/7, it can’t work out any other way.”

“Yeah Pam, you’re going to be fine.” You reassured, biting into your own sandwich. She’d been going on about this test since Blevins first announced it, and studying since been before that. You really had no idea what she was worrying about (her running for valedictorian, probably).

“I don’t know.” Pam continued. “I really need to score high on this test. If I fail, there’s no way I’m beating out Nancy Wheeler and I’ll end up salutatorian…”

You rolled your eyes and drifted away from the conversation, disinterested. Instead, your eyes drifted over to the far end of the cafeteria, catching on a familiar denim and leather combination, glimpsed between shoulders of other students. Your eyes traced the arm upwards, past slim shoulders and long curly hair until you reached Eddie Munsons face… and found him already looking at you.

Your eyes met and a slow smile spread across Eddie’s face - the kind that screamed sudden confidence. Hurriedly, you looked away, feeling caught. You’d gotten used to him realizing you were looking at him, but this was the first time you had caught him looking at you first.

“What?”

Your attention was called back to your friends. Lula was looking at you, obviously concerned.

“What do you mean, what?” You asked.

“You got all jittery all of a sudden.” Lula said. “What happened?”

Your eyes betraying you, you glanced back over to where Eddie was sitting. He was still looking at you, sly smile still stretched across his face. Seeing that you looked his way again, he raised an eyebrow, almost inviting.

“Why’s Munson looking at you?” Lula asked, shifting on her seat to get a better look at Eddie.

“You didn’t… but anything from him, did you?” Pam asked, looking pointedly at you.

“No, I didn’t.” You said, mildly offended. You were better than buying weed from Munson. You got your weed from more reputable sources.

“Then what’s he want?” Pam asked.

Lula looked back at you. “He’s giving you some sort of look girl, you must have done something.”

“Not that I can think of.” You said. A lie, of course. In hindsight, it was only a matter of time until he’d notified your stating problem and started staring back.

“Its probably just funny to him, he’s weird anyway.” Pam said.

“Yeah.” You agreed, steadfastly looking at your lunch in front of you and not Eddie Munson. You could feel his eyes on your back though as you ate. You tried your best to ignore them. It was much harder than it seemed.

—

It wasn’t until the end of the day, when you were packing your things from your locker, that your encounter with Eddie at lunch meant anything, after you had had significant time to over analyze what his staring had meant. You had determined that Eddie Munson was going to kill you. Or ask you to buy weed from him. Or maybe, both - when you refused to buy weed from him, he would take a bowie knife and put it right through your-

The clang of metal shot through your system and you gasped, flying back to reality to see none other than Eddie Munson standing next to you, elbow resting on your now closed locker. He was still wearing that cheeky smile from lunch, mischief in his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me-“

“And you should’ve seen your face.” Eddie finished. Your expression must have shifted because he laughed, and quickly covered his tracks. “No, but actually sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“It’s okay.” You said instinctively.

For a moment, silence stretched between you and Eddie as you just looked at each other, almost the same as you did during the rest of the day, only much closer than usual. Up close, his face was more friendly, with a wide smile and big brown eyes.

Still, you were a little apprehensive. It was completely out of the blue for him to be here, at your locker. “Can I help you with anything?” You asked. It was the politest way you could think to ask ‘why are you here?’

Eddie’s smile turned into something more cocky, and he leaned heavier into the arm that he had propped up against the locker, bringing his face a little closer to you. “I see you looking at me, you know.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you forced out a laugh. “I don’t… what?”

Eddie shrugged, glancing away from you for a moment, scanning over the rapidly emptying hallway. “It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind that you have a crush on me.”

“You think I have a crush on you?” You asked, incredulous. He couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Yeah.” Eddie said it like it was obvious. “Why else would you be staring at me longingly all the time?”

“First of all, it’s not longingly,” You said. “And secondly, I do not have a crush on you.” The thought of anyone even having a crush on Eddie was enough to make you laugh. He was possibly the most unattractive man on the planet - aside from those big brown eyes, of course. Even you had to admit that.

“I disagree.” Eddie said.

“You disagree?” You asked. “You can’t disagree with that.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Because it’s how I feel!” You said. “That’s not something you can disagree with. And you don’t even have grounds to disagree with it on.”

“I guess you’re right…” Eddie mused. “I don’t have grounds to disagree with it on… yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yet.” Eddie said, standing up from leaning on the lockers and snapping his fingers. “If our date tomorrow night goes well, I’ll have plenty of grounds to disagree with that on.”

“Hold on, what?” You asked. “Our what, tomorrow?”

“Our date.” Eddie clarified. “You know, I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow and we can go get some fast food and drive out to the lake to stargaze and maybe make out?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity on this man. “What makes you think that I would agree to go on a date with you?”

“I don’t know…” Eddie trailed, folding his arms behind his back. “Maybe the fact that you’re always staring at me?” There was a twinkle in his eye as he said it, grinning at you.

You sighed, thinking. Just within the last few minutes, your opinion of Eddie had drastically changed. He was oddly charming, in a way, and that smile had a way of melting the barriers you had put up between you and him. And who else would have had the gall to call you on your staring, and interpret it as a crush? He was bold, you would give him that.

Still, it was Eddie Munson. The fact that you were even talking to him now would surely raise questions with your friend when they found out. He was the Hawkins freak, after all.

“One condition.” You said.

Eddie’s grin widened. “Anything for you.”

“Nobody else needs to know.” You said.

Eddie pretended to think about it for a moment, and then stuck out a hand, pinkie first. “Deal.”

You returned the gesture, locking your pinkie around his. “Tomorrow at eight, you said?”

“Sharp.” Eddie returned. “I’ll see you there, sweetheart.”

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Kenpachi Zaraki (Bleach) Chapter 3

The following week you couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to him. It felt like you’d crossed a line.

“Maybe I should apologize. I was impulsive. Everyone knows what kind of person he is. He’s a captain too. I might get in trouble.”

Why did life have to get so complicated?

Even on your mission your mind was preoccupied.

“I’ll just apologize.” It was decided. You didn’t want to be thinking about this any longer. Sliding the door open to your room, you stepped out, only to run head first into something big and firm.

“What the-”

You lift your head, and Kenpachi is the last person you expect to see. Yachiru is firmly planted on top of his head.

“Zaraki-taicho? Why are you here?” He said nothing.

“Ken-chan feels bad so he came to apologize!” Yachiru says with a smile. He doesn’t admit or deny the claim, and Yachiru jumps off his head and onto another building.

“I’m going to play, see you later Ken-chan, Spikey-chan!” She waves happily, taking off.

You would never understand these two. Despite the unprompted visit, at least you don’t have to go looking.

“I wanted to apologize. It was disrespectful for me to talk to you the way I did. You’re a superior. It won’t happen again. “ You bow.

Kenpachi just looks down at you, and when you’re upright. It’s a bit unsettling to be under his gaze. For some reason you prefer it when he’s chasing you for a battle. At least then you can read him.

“You care about that shrimp.”

You tilt your head.

“Shrimp…Oh, you mean Hanataro.”

You rub your arm.

“Not particularly. I don’t really know him, it's just that he..he bears a striking resemblance to someone I used to know. I guess in a weird way I’m protective.”

“Guess I won’t fight with him after all.”

“W-WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO FIGHT HIM ARE YOU SERIOUS!!”

You’re worked up, and Kenpachi smirks.

“I’ll spare him if you fight me.”

“Didn’t you come here to apologize!!”

Kenpachi just turns.

“I’m looking forward to fighting you again.”

“I never agreed to that!!”

You press your fingers between the bridge of your nose in agitation. It’s like he heard the complete opposite of what you just said.

“What a nuisance.”

Now you’ll never get rid of him.

Why was life so cruel?

[oddballtumbles]

Glass Onion and Mona Lisa

My friend and I disagree on this, but for them the Mona Lisa was real, and the consequences are ridiculous for Miles. I like this but I prefer:

The Mona Lisa is fake, Miles is just too stupid to know. The French Government had copies made for dumbass rich people to rent, and it's probably in the small print that it's not the real Mona Lisa. That way, when he has to report that his fuel exploded and he circumvented the security, he is still contractually obligated to pay for everything, and he goes down as an even bigger dumbass.

My friend thinks there's more cultural weight and significance if the real one is burned, I think it's more karmatically humorous if it's fake.

[atths--twice]

The Blue House on the Hill

This post on Twitter sparked a story idea. Hope you enjoy it.

“The blue house on the hill.”

That’s what they told him when he asked if anyone had seen a petite redhead with piercing blue eyes.

“Was she with anyone?” he asked.

“No. No one I’ve ever seen.”

Good, he thought. It would be easier to speak to her alone.

He parked half a mile away and walked up the hill covered in tall grass. The wind whipped his hair and clothes, the grass waving and bending, as he began to breathe harder, the hill becoming steep. His dress shoes were not made for hiking and they pinched his feet.

When the house came into view, he stopped, staring at it with a thudding heart.

She was outside, hanging clothes on a line and singing quietly. The song was carried on the wind and hit his ears, causing him to stumble backwards a couple of steps.

He had not heard her voice in so long and until that moment he did not realize how much he had truly missed it.

A dog barked and ran out to her, wiggling and wagging its tail happily. She laughed and he doubled over, the sound of it taking his breath away.

A different bark, an alerting tone, forced him to stand up straight, knowing the dog had to have seen him.

She shaded her eyes and looked in his direction. Her hand fell slowly as she recognized him and her shoulders slumped, standing frozen in place.

He waited, his entire body aching to run to her. To apologize. To beg for her forgiveness. But he stayed rooted to the spot.

She turned and walked into the house, snapping her fingers for the dog to follow. It did obediently and she shut the door without looking back.

His answer given to a question asked long ago, his head dropped and he exhaled a breath as he closed his eyes and remembered the day his world had shattered.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mulder.”

“How can you say that? To me, Scully?”

“This job is consuming me.”

“I don’t feel the same.”

“Not yet, but you will.”

“Then go.”

“It’s not that simple,” she had said, reaching for his hand.

“Then let me help you.”

And he’d left.

Left their office.

Left her.

She’d tried again, calling him and leaving a message on his machine.

“Come with me. Please.”

He never called her back. Never answered her plea.

But he listened to the recording until the tape broke and he threw the machine against the wall.

She disappeared. Her apartment was emptied out, and no forwarding address given.

Not that he asked.

Not at first.

Not when he was so angry and hurt.

But then he desperately asked for any information about her. Where was she? Where did she go?

Skinner refused to give any details.

Mrs. Scully tight-lipped as well.

Frohike shook his head, leaving the room when Byers gave him the first lead he’d had in months.

“Don’t fuck it up,” Byers said, shocking Mulder.

“Yeah,” Langly said and Frohike called out his agreement.

He’d taken personal time off of work, but the people he questioned did not know that, as long as he looked the part.

Exhausted and at the end of his rope, he had come to this little town, asking anyone if they had seen her, nearly crying when they had said yes.

Now he stood within sight of her and it may as well have been hundreds of miles.

She left him. He did not follow. She had moved on, happy in her little blue house on the hill with her dog and her clothesline.

She did not need him.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, he opened his eyes for one last look.

“Goodbye, Scully,” he whispered and took one step back, intent on leaving. Running down the hill in his slippery shoes, chancing a fall, if it got him away faster.

But then the door creaked open and she walked out, staring at him with her arms crossed.

“Are you coming? Or do I need to send Fox after you?” she called and his stomach fell to his knees. “I really wouldn’t take my chances. His bite is worse than Queequeg’s.”

His feet moved, but he did not know how they did, his brain momentarily detached from his body, taking over and doing what it wanted.

The grass danced and waved again, hitting his pants and whispering against the material.

It was the quiet sound of coming home.

Stopping at the bottom of the two steps up to her porch, he stared at her. Her face the same, but softer. Happier. More freckled than he remembered. Her eyes were just as blue and her hair was longer, the wind whipping it in front of her face.

Wordlessly, she turned around and walked back inside, not watching to see if he would follow, but knowing he would this time without question.

He stepped across the threshold and breathed in, her scent overpowering his senses. The unmistakable scent of Scully all around him.

“Sit,” she said and he saw a small kitchen table laden with two place settings, the plates mismatched and the colors faded.

“It’s laid for two,” he said, his voice low.

“It always is,” she said. “I knew one day you’d find me. I just needed to be patient.”

“Why?” he asked, wondering why she would wait for him.

The one who walked away. The one who let her go.

“Because I love you,” she said so easily, it stole his breath. “And sometimes… that love needs to break and crumble to find its way back again.”

“Scully,” he breathed, shaking his head.

She reached out her hand and he stared at it, the past blurring the present.

His fingers brushed hers, scared to hold on too tightly. She eased his worry by covering their hands with her other one and squeezing.

“Hi,” she said and he choked back a cry as he pulled her to him, laughing as he cried, whispering his apologies in her hair and then his love.

The dog barked and pawed at his leg, causing them to break apart.

“Quiet, Fox.”

“Fox?” he asked with a laugh, looking at the dog.

“Well, yeah. I couldn’t call him Mulder. That would be confusing once you finally made it here.”

“Yes, it would,” he said with another laugh. “God, Scully. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently, Fox whining quietly beside them.

He never went back to work. He quit over the phone, not giving a goddamn about any of it.

His apartment was cleared of his most prized possessions, put into a moving truck, and driven to the little blue house on the hill where Scully and a dog named Fox were waiting for him.

[dragonrider9905]

In Defense of Hunter and Echo’s Disagreement

So I was doing some thinking…I really like how just like last season, this season has some complications and no simple answer to some things. I know lots of us like taking a side and we defend it passionately, such as the Hunter vs. Crosshair conflict from last season (I have lots of thoughts about that too but I’ll refrain from that for now) but I noticed a pattern happening again this season with Hunter Vs. Echo.

Before we get further, let’s take a Tech step and try to see why the characters are taking their positions. Personally I like that they’re making us think rather than always being like “oh so and so is so right”. Both are right and both are wrong in a way.

Hunter wants to give Omega a peaceful future. He wants her to have a good childhood. One that isn’t constantly in danger. Crosshair LIED and said they were dead….they were off the Empire’s radar. If they could lay low out of harms way, because he’s tired of living day by day not knowing if he or his family will get hurt or killed. He’s a leader so everything weighs on him. Also….as much as I would love to see in the show that the Batch knew 99….it’s not canon. At least not yet. Here’s hoping. Anyway….if they didn’t know 99… then that would mean the Batch has never known loss. Think about this for a moment. No bad missions. 100% success rate. No brother lost in the field. Losing Crosshair in Season 1 would have been their first tragedy. I imagine that would have scared Hunter. He’d realize they are breakable, they aren’t invincible, they can shatter and just think, he would do anything to keep them all safe.

Echo on the other hand….he wants a future for Omega too but he’s looking past the present moment. He’s an Arc and he and Tech are probably paying more attention to what is going on in the galaxy so he knows there is no way they can’t fight. He doesn’t want a temporary peace. He wants one that lasts. And he’s alway been one to do the right thing. The Empire is bad? Then by heaven he’ll bring it down. Echo’s been through hell and back. He lost his batch mates one by one…..not to mention his twin. Fives. His other half. He’s worked through grief. He’s familiar with it. He knows there is a cost to anything good but its worth it. He’s come out stronger because he didn’t let it conquer him. He’s ok questioning Hunter because again he’s an Arc. He was taught to question. Plus his comfortability with Rex (ie helping plan strategies etc.) shows he’s comfortable challenging people. He isn’t picking on Hunter. He’s just speaking his mind.

The Batch also have a brother centric ideology. I will have to talk about Crosshair in a different post because this theory is very consistent with him as well in a different way. They fought for the Republic …. They never were like the refs in their enthusiasm for the Republic. Brothers was their cause. Not the Republic. Sure they struggled with helping the Separatist Senator from S1, but Hunter and Tech put that away rather quickly. Echo was the one who was so strongly adamant against him. Crosshair makes a comment about what difference does it make if it is the Republic or Empire. They even were going to give the Empire a shot by going on the Onderon mission. When it became clear that it was wrong, they left. Their mottos were all brother centric. They were loyal to each other not anyone or anything else really.

Then you have Echo. He was a Reg. He fought for the Republic. A cause. (I’m not saying he’s not brother centric at all. What I’m saying is he shares the Batches sentiments but there’s more). He knows what it’s like to fight for a cause bigger than himself. To be willing to die or weep for his brothers who fall because they believe in a cause. He’s willing do devote himself to an ideal.

I guess all I’m asking is please before bashing one side or the other to be considerate of where they both come from. They have their own struggles, differences. But at the end of the day they love each other and would die for each other. At the end of the day the Empire is the main evil for setting two people with good intentions against each other because they are trying to find the best path in a confusing time. We have the gift of retrospect. This is new to them. Please be generous to both the characters as they go. They both will be right at times and both be wrong. It got heated between Hunter and Crosshair fans because people forgot that the Empire is forcing them into difficult situations and decisions. There isn’t always a clear answer in the time.

The Bad Batch is giving us some grey space and I love it because I love the complexity of it. But it can be frustrating especially when we want it to be simple so we can just take a side. But the conflict is good and healthy. It is good to have a challenge. Sometimes things come out stronger after being tested and I hope that’s the case for these two. The conflict is healthy to see because Echo and Hunter aren’t disrespectful to each other. They get frustrated, sure, but they don’t want to hurt each other. They want to be heard and valued. Watching them work through these difficulties should be good. But this really shows how our experiences shape us. The best of people may make wrong choices. The hero isn’t always right. And when heroes don’t agree? Makes things sticky. But intriguing. Even they have room to grow because they are only human.

Anyway, thank you to those who took the time to read my rambling thoughts. Happy Bad Batch Eve!

[jujutsuaiko-ka]

Do you and Junpei ever have disagreements? If so how does that work considering your bond?

𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕙𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝔸𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. (ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕟'𝕥-)

Yeah, if we can reach a peaceful middle-term, or make things as clear as possible before things get ugly, it's better. But it's not like it happens that often or that violently, gladly.

𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡. (𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥.) 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕀 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟.

What can I say? I'm a big pile of emotions. It's part of the package.

[religioused]

A way to respond when there are religious differences.

[theeviltriplet-fromao3]

It’s easy to get caught up in how badass & good hearted your favourite characters are, especially when you wrote them yourself

So here’s your reminder to think about all the things you’d absolutely hate about each other

[a-wondering-wandering-brain]

Disagreements

I think many arguments or seemingly paradoxical statements are the result of a false perspective of contradiction. People/ideas aren’t actually in contradiction. They overlap each other at a point of Truth, but differ in interpretation and expansion from it.

[in-sufficientdata]

The person who coined the phrase "the internet is for porn" simply didn't notice that the internet's true purpose - from the very beginning - was actually for having arguments

Important corollary: you don't necessarily have to disagree with your opponent in the fight. In fact, some of the most heated arguments online happen between two parties that actually agree on something, just not on the nuance of how to express it.

[amormusicamuerte]

What I love about science is that disagreements are not problems. They are opportunities for everyone to learn something

Derek Muller, YouTuber, creator of "Veritasium"

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Disagreements (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Part Two)

If you could go back in time and tell yourself that you would be standing on the corner down the road at eight o’clock, waiting for Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson to pick you up so you could “get fast food and drive out to the lake and stargaze and maybe make out”, as he’d said, you wouldn’t believe you.

But here you were. Listening to the crickets as you waited for Eddie to come pick you up.

Since he asked you out yesterday (told you, more like), he had been the only thing on your mind. Every time Eddie would catch you looking at him, he would send a wink in your direction, accompanied by a cocky grin. Part of you - the part of you that had noticed his big brown eyes and boyish smile - could t wait for the date.

The other part of you was apprehensive, to say the least.

If anyone found out that you were going on a date with the freaky dungeons and dragons boy, you would never hear the end of it. You weren’t even sure yourself that you wanted to go. If you just turned around and went back inside, no one would know. Eddie would just think you stood him up, you could play it off like a joke…

The rumble of a car caught your attention, and you turned to see a van rolling down the street, some rock band blaring from the windows. Eddie Munson sat in the driver’s seat, bright grin on his face as he slowed down for the corner.

Too late to turn back now.

Coming to a stop, Eddie leaned out the window, grinning down at you. “Hey sweet thing. Waiting on somebody?”

“Yeah, did you see if Steve Harrington was coming this way?”

Eddie laughed, turning the music down a tad. “Oh, ouch.” He shook his head, pressing something inside his van. A click on the other side ensued. “Shotguns all yours.”

Pushing down the mix of fear and butterflies in your stomach, you circled the van and opened the passenger side door, hefting yourself up and inside. The interior of the van was as expected - covered in broken guitar picks and empty soda cans and beer bottles. As soon as you sat down, you clicked your seatbelt into place. Just in case.

“So I was thinking we grab some burgers and fries,” Eddie said, pulling away from the curb, rings glinting in the evening light. “Maybe a milkshake to share…” He raised his eyebrows, glancing away from the road to make eyes at you. “And then we can head up to the lake and climb up to the roof of this baby and watch the stars,” He paused for dramatic effect. “Maybe a joint to share…”

“You don’t even know if I smoke.” You said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You smoke.”

“You never asked-“

“I can just tell.” He said, whipping around a corner to merge onto the highway. You found yourself gripping the edge of your seat to avoid sliding off in the turn. “Am I wrong?”

“No.” You admitted.

“That’s what I thought.” He said smugly. “If you do smoke though, how come we’ve never talked before?”

“I buy from my older sister.” You said. “Family and friends discount, and all.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He said. On the radio, one rock song faded out to be replaced with another, heavy drums and blaring guitar. Eddie squared, cranking up the volume. “Dude I love this song!”

You laughed as he started to scream along with the lyrics, and hit the gas. The van jerked forward and you grabbed onto the edge of your seat again, holding on as Eddie sped down the road, heart racing.

—

As promised Eddie took you to get burgers, and you did end up splitting a milkshake, oddly enough. Two straws and all. It felt very cliche, sitting in the diner, sipping on chocolate malt while the jukebox behind you played cheesy love songs, but strangely you could find it in you to mind. It didn’t feel all that cliche with Eddie as your date.

Stomach full of ice cream and french fries, you found yourself in the van again, listening to the tires bite into the gravel as Eddie pulled into the trail leading out to the lake.

“Anyways, the point is, it’s really about as far from satanic as you can get. Like, if D&D is satanic then Lord of the Rings is too, and people love that shit.” He said. “You ever read it?”

“Yeah.” You said. “I liked it well enough - a lot of just them walking from place to place though. I would have liked some more action, or at least better pacing.”

“It’s about the environmentalism though!” Eddie said. “Tolkien only focuses on the traveling that much so that he can really drive home his points about nature-“

“How are you still trying to graduate high school?” You asked, interrupting him.

Eddie stopped talking, glancing over at you. “What do you mean?”

“Over the last couple of hours, you haven’t said one unintelligent thing. So far, you’ve convinced me pretty well that you’re smart. So what’s the deal?”

“You think I’m smart, huh?” Eddie teased, shooting another grin at you.

“I think you’re avoiding the question.” You said.

Eddie shrugged, bringing his van to slow as you approached the lake. “I guess I just never really cared that much about school. I just figured I’d flunk out and become a rockstar, but the more time I’m spending stuck there, the more I’m realizing I need that diploma.”

His voice sounded different when he wasn’t joking and teasing or flirting, and a twinge of sympathy struck you at his words. “If you ever want help, academically, I’m usually free most nights.” You said.

“Yeah?” He asked, parking the car at the end of the lane. “You looking for another excuse to hang out?”

“Sure, Eddie.” You said, unlocking your seatbelt and opening your door. “Whatever you say.”

You stepped out into the cool summer night, gazing out over the lake as a breeze ran ripples across its surface. The sky was just dark enough that the first constellations were peeking through, twinkling down at you from above.

The sound of Eddie’s boots in the gravel made you turn. “So does this thing have a ladder?” You asked.

“Nope.” Eddie grinned getting down on one knee and lacing his hands together to make a foothold. “M’lady.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He said. “I promise I won’t drop you.”

Tentatively, you stepped into the fold of his hands, your own going to grip the top of the van. With a grunt, Eddie heaved you upwards and you pulled yourself up onto the roof, rolling away from the side.

“You make it?”

“Yeah.” You said, peeking over the edge to see him standing there. “You want me to pull you up?”

“Nah, I got it.” He said. Using the back tire as a foothold, he pushed himself upwards enough to grab the edge of the roof and pull himself on top. With a thud, he clambered next to you, grin on his face. “Pretty cool spot, right.”

“For the roof of a van, sure.” You said. You did have to admit, the view of the lake and the forest and the stars was pretty nice. It felt like you and Eddie were miles from civilization, even though the drive wasn’t even half an hour. It was peaceful.

“So…” Eddie reached into the pocket of his best, pulling out and already rolled joint and a lighter. “Care to share?”

“Sure.” You said, taking the joint as he offered it to you and placing it between your lips.

Eddie flicked the lighter on, cupping his hand against the lake breeze and bringing it to the end of the joint, lighting it. You inhaled, letting the smoke fill your lungs and that familiar buzz settle under your skin. It was good stuff, surprisingly. Better than what you bought off your sister.

After another hit, you handed the joint to Eddie, watching as he took a hit, held it for a moment, and began to exhale smoke rings into the air. You laughed as they drifted towards the lake, expanding until they dissipated entirely. “How do you do that?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Seriously, cmon.”

Eddie just shrugged. “Honestly don’t know. It’s like blowing a bubble with gum, you just keep trying until you get it.”

“Guess I’ll have to start practicing then.” You said, taking the joint as he handed it back to you.

“Hey, if you ever want a practice buddy…” Eddie said.

“You looking for an excuse to hang out again?” You joked, throwing his earlier response right back at him.

“Yeah,” Eddie responded earnestly. “I am. I’m having a great time.”

You exhaled, watching as smoke dissipated into the air. “Me too.” You said, just as earnestly. “Surprisingly.”

“Why’s that surprising?” Eddie asked.

“You come off as the kind of guy who would think sharing a milkshake is stupid.” You said. “And like, would probably think knife throwing would be a good first date.”

“A first date?” Eddie said. “No way. Now for a second date-“

You laughed, passing the joint back to him. “No way. Nuh-uh.”

“Now hold on.” Eddie plucked the joint from your fingertips. “Who said it would be with you?”

“Weren’t you the one just saying how you were having a great time and all?” You shot back.

“Touché.” Eddie shrugged. More smoke rings hovered around his head, painting him in a hazy glow.

A silence fell over you then, like a comfortable blanket. You passed the joint back and forth a few more times as you watched the sky darken fully, the moon and the stars casting the lake in a greyish light. It could have been minutes or hours until Eddie spoke again.

“We should do this again.”

You pondered it for a moment. Against all odds, you had had fun. Eddie was still loud, of course, but you had discovered he was also smarter than he seemed, and good company. As long as word didn’t get out that you were seeing the school freak, you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to do this again.

“Yeah.” You said. “We should.”