#slimey-vents

[slimeyalt]

[tw technoblade]

hopefully people have techno blocked as a word if they're sensitive on the topic because ive still not found out how to make a read more on mobile hsjsj just make sure your aware of the fact that this is on techno's passing in general....

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ive found that i am never going to accept the fact that techno passed away.

like, i will always believe that techno is still alive. "hes taking a break. he will post a video on april fools day announcing that it was not serious. hes not really dead."

like dude technoblade never dies, its the go-to, most well-known quote by techno himself.

i just dont believe it

i will never really believe it no matter how much people could tell me "he's gone. hes in a better place" NO, SHUTTF UP

i dont care how much i hint at it myself you are NOT going to tell me that techno isnt alive right here right now, continuing his epic ass battle with cancer that'll end in victory

/neg/av/srs

-slime

[slimeylee]

why have these last years fucking sucked ass

[trauma-trove]

I hate that I'm held at social gunpoint to never EVER be anything but picture perfect niceness while doctors and nurses bully me and treat me like shit. It drives me insane. I tried being transparent with my last nurse about how my dietary problems, thyroid probpems, and chronic pain treatment was really going to interfere with a procedure and that I wanted to schedule it AFTER my other appointments and procedures. She told me "well, I can't do anything about that. The doctor wants it done." I tore the instructions she gave me right in front of her. They were salvageable. I could tape them together. But she looked at me like I called her a fucking slur.

"Oh but think of the doctor/nurse/receptionist you're doing that to! Every time a patient loses it, more medical practitioners leave the field!"

I.

Don't.

Care.

You're DOING this TO ME. I have the right of being the victim here. If someone is pushed and forced and coerced and bullied and assaulted enough times, they have a right to treat their offenders like shit.

I'm fucking sick of it.

[chamomileeteaaa]

Honestly, my favorite part of group projects is doing all the hard work. Like you're busy with other classes? Fuck it, I'll do this project by myself. Oh you don't understand the topic? Pshhhh, I got it. You're frustrated? Don't even worry about it, I'll do it myself :)

I don't know what's wrong with me, like I don't even necessarily like the work, I think I have some kind of attention issue😭

[princeslimey]

oh my god I've been working at my job for like.. 3 weeks now? 4?? I don't remember, but I am in so much physical pain. I have a Knee disability and sometimes I have to stand on my feet for 6 + hours a day with only 3 times during that day I'm allowed to sit down, not to mention the tension in my back, neck, and shoulders from leaning down/craning my neck to look for stuff :[ I think I'm only gonna stay here for like another month or 2 cus I physically and mentally cannot handle customer service work. I am in excruciating pain by the time I get home every day :[

[thepartyishere]

ignore my emotional breakdown if you want

the person I've been driving to work and working with for seven months is reaching the end of my patience and kindness.

I'm realizing that I put wayyy more effort into our "friendship" than he does. we're very different in a lot of ways but I try very hard not to offend him and to make it work. I cry over things he does and says at least monthly, yet I put so much effort into keeping him happy and not offending him.

anyways the final straws have been him saying blantanly homophobic and transphobic things and refusing to understand why they would hurt me or even take it back. I shouldnt have to debate the people I hang out with to not be mean to me and not say slurs. why would you say that around a queer friend of all people?

I cant take much more. I've been waiting for my breaking point to cut him off for months and its going to be soon.

tw

also he genuinely makes me want to die. hes my biggest sh trigger. I dont have to put up with him and I wont. hes actively harming my mental health and he should be paying for my therapy with how much I spend it talking about him.

[lemcrafters]

"Why are you always doing theses things -- taking showers, getting in the bathtub. Say no!" ~my mom watching the x files

[slimeylee]

i miss my mom

[ilhoonftw]

I think one reason why intl fans are completely against mhj is because of that info leaking allegation cuz now all stans of all groups are speculating about how any bad press or scandal in the past few years was her doing and this allows them to completely shift the blame from the artists like I’ve seen people allege how those bad lee serafim performance critiques were clearly paid for and started by her. On the other hand hybe has some were prominent company stans. I also think sometimes people have a general hard time just accepting that somebody shitty is partly right and partly wrong as well.

It’s so weird and interesting to see how much practically everybody is leaning into a ‘good guy’ and ‘bad guy’ narrative. Like the cherrypicking of info. I saw somebody say that mhj was saying weird things about Lee serafim and their debut but when you zoom out the truth is that yeah she was saying some super weird stuff about them but also she was standing up for the nj girls cuz their debut was getting pushed back and when hybe was questioned about it they basically shrugged the concerns away. Like dude all of them are creepy but this also shows how little hybe cares about those girls as well.

on the newjeans note I also found it so creepy but concerning how much those young girls are going through turmoil cuz mhj isn’t settling firm boundaries between them like I admit I know that within this industry the line between the managerial staff and artist gets very blurred cuz that’s who you spend the most time with so they’re almost family but still those girls should not have to call you crying worrying about your mental health mhj. I genuinely wonder what’s going on with those girls cuz right now yeah since they’re profitable hybe will want to keep them but clearly there’s a certain callousness with which they’re dealing with them but on the other side mhj is just such a concerning case as well. I hope things work out for them they’re all so young. I know I’m making assumptions but I get so so pissed off at the parents for even putting such young girls in these positions to begin with. I’m sorry this was so long it’s just everybody is extremely favouring one side and I just wanted to vent to somebody who sees that they’re all absolute asses

death to company stans tbh

i doubt mhj really has this much of hold on the industry to be the mastermind behind everything bad that went on in 2k23 💀 bigshit on the other hand was always slimey i was there gandalf. eye for eye tbh, everyone in entertainment keeps tabs on each other, it's business...

ls bad singing controversy were p organic, like every year there's a group that gets in hot waters for being bad singers and their encore ridiculed... twice, jimin, kang daniel, hell even kara used to be called the 'group that can't sing' 💀 i mean that's why idols don't sing live and companies have them prerecord pretend live versions that have even heavy breaths included... to avoid bad live singing controversy. i mean stans will defend everything, say 'oh they were tired' but it's kinda crazy how singing lessons aren't a priority

i feel like 'mhj is a creep' and 'mhj cares for nj in her own way' and 'mhj was screwed over by the bigshit machine' can coeexist

it's also wild how everyone glosses over the absolute lack of concerns towards idols as human beings shown by hitman bang 💀 if he doesn't care for nj and toyed with their fates by messing with debut date then he doesn't give a shit about your faves either...

a lot of what is painted in the media as bad is just regular idol system bullshit. 'oh they were scouted by different company and spent x years there' well apink was trained in cube but president hong decided to let them go and have debut them in different company called 'a cube' and apink members parents were rightfully upset about it yeeears later. trainee transfers are a normal thing? how many boy trainees went through cube after 2016? how many debuted elsewhere... how many times a smaller/broke company gets taken over by bigger company and all trainees are sacked... it just doesn't make the news

it pisses me off how every damn time some bullshit goes on, there's always a % of audience that treats it like a tennis match. pick their guy and their guy is the goodest good guy. 0 nunace. good people do bad things, hello??? also terrible people can do good things. b&w thinking truly rots brains

it's been obvious mhj is treating nj members like they are her friends and not employees... it's strange. the sns posts too. boundaries are beautiful she should try it. i feel so bad for the girls became clearly they are on the losing end irregardless of the outcome. isn't everyone but oldest member a school drop out too? the concepts they had always had me 😬😬😬 bc clearly mhj has some weird obsession with youth. i don't like her one bit

i feel like right now mhj is painted as paranoid woman who tried to screw hybe over 💀 ton of ableism too, assuming she's mentally ill. i studied glass ceiling and other barriers for women in the workplace my sociology graduation thesis and a lot of what's going on is ringing bells for me. like you have a male boos who will say you're emotional and useless all while he's having mood swings everyday at work 💀 in sk it's even worse. a lot of workplace harassement towards women seems mild so it goes unreported but it makes showing up to work x10 harder and p much nerfs workplace mobility. it's systemic. mhj straight up was put on a glass cliff

to sum it up i'm on side of human rights

fucked up idols are overworked and hardly paid, the money they earn goes into new company building and then their group disbands and they leave the company... the building still standing and being used by everyone but them

[princeslimey]

I am incredibly burnt out at the moment, like to the point I'm unable to draw or even enjoy looking at others art so I'm trying to avoid social media. I said I was gonna participate in artfight on twitter but I honestly am not sure I'm going to be able to. I haven't drawn anything other than small shitty doodles for the past month, work is sucking all my energy and creativity out of me and I just feel dead inside honestly.

[wifiwulf04]

Slime rancher AU flashforward (I think)

So uh, the response to the compilation of slime rancher AU thoughts was,, huge.

Here’s a brief snapshot of Moon bringing a pair of slimey babies home :p

The Superstar Ranch

Moon stared out at the Celestial Forest, his trusty herder’s cane in hand as Sun cheerfully greeted each pair of slimes in their care, Moon silently counting them in his head. 18, 19… “Oh, I hope they’re just a little late coming home.” He could hear the quiet rasp of Sun wringing his hands behind him as his twin came to stand beside him, the two looking over the land. Moon vented a quiet sigh, pulling his hood up in a fluid motion. “Which pair?” “The Centauri.” He had a feeling it was them again, the Centauri pair were among the Binaries most drawn to Starlight Strand despite the ranchers that frequented the area. 

“Be careful, Moony.”

“Always am, any message for the ranchers?”

Moon knew without looking that his brother was pouting from the force of his sigh. “Tell them to be nice to the Binaries, and stop feeding them junk food!”

~~~

Even though the twins were far from the human rancher community, with how often Moon had to venture into the areas accessible to them to retrieve supplies they couldn’t get in the Celestial Forest or round up too-curious Binaries, he knew the land well, sticking to the shadows where his moon slime-blessed cloak kept him hidden. Getting in and out of the ranches was hardly an issue, even the technology of the savvy Ms Miles or Mr Humphries ignored his presence. If it didn’t, well, Moon had his own tricks under his cloak. No, it was avoiding the ranchers themselves which was where the fun lay.

Leaving Mr Ortiz’s farm (though not without stealing some of the ‘junk food’ Sun detested so much, the spicy tofu that Ortiz created proved quite useful whenever Moon ran into the feral slimes that seemed to surround his property), Moon wondered where the Centauri Binary could have possibly ended up this time. He had checked the ranchers in order of suspicion, with Mr Humphries at the top of the list and Ms Miles in second, was there a fourth rancher who had taken an interest in the wandering pair? 

The sound of a Vacpack in the Rainbow Fields had Moon slip into the darkness, curiously peeking out from behind a rock formation at the source of the sound. It was a new rancher, one he had never seen around here before now. He needed to check their ranch while they were still out here, but he had no idea where that could possibly b—

A glint of what was undoubtedly glass reflecting moonlight caught his attention from just over the ridge. As he crept closer, it looked more and more like… a massive observatory. That had to be it. Throwing a last glance over his shoulder at the busy little bee sucking up food and plorts in the fields, Moon darted towards the building, intent on bringing the Centauri home, wherever they may have ended up.

~~~

The Centauri sun squeaked gleefully at the sight of him, their adorable face squished up against the forcefield keeping the Binary corralled. Their other half was just behind them, the Centauri moon smiling up at him sheepishly. “There you are.” Moon couldn’t help the relief flooding his tone despite trying to appear stern, his cane hooking under the corral wall and lifting it out of the way. The little sun slime hopped right into his legs, tiny nubby limbs demanding to be picked up. “Spoiled brat.” Moon tutted, though he crouched down to comply anyway, safely tucking the critter into a pouch in his cloak. 

The moon slime was a little less enthusiastic, no doubt dreading the scolding they were going to get. “Come on, we should go home before the rancher comes back.” Moon beckoned the little one closer, comfortably situating them next to their sunny counterpart who immediately cuddled close, their quiet chirrs making Moon smile in the shadow of his hood. “Alright, quiet down. Sunny is going to have words for you two, you know.” He reminded them, the feeling of them snuggling closer to his chest the only indication that they had heard him. 

Pulling out a slip of paper from a zipped pocket in his cloak, Moon swept his herder’s cane around him in an arc, raising an eye ridge at the silence. So the rancher didn’t have surveillance technology, at least, none that his cane had picked up on. Curious. Well, if they were going to make his getaway that easy, then it was on them if he were to say… take a few crops with him. “ ‘Better luck next time, maybe if you give us better snacks, we’ll stick around longer than your shopping trip.’ What do you two think?” Moon grinned mischievously, letting the Centauri read his little note. The Centauri sun squealed, little nubbins flapping as their moon purred, quietly wiggling in the pouch. “Alright, alright. I’ll be more specific.” Moon chuckled, flipping the small sheet of paper over.

By the time the rancher returned, the only trace of them left in the corral was a note that read ‘Better luck next time, surrender your honey and hens or expect more escapes :3’

[urfavhatesproshitters]

Mod Slimey here!

I would like to make this post to share some healthy coping mechanisms I've found for dealing with trauma. A lot of proshippers seem to just not know that there are better methods, so I'll be covering some ways here!

Self shipping

By self shipping I mean HEALTHY self shipping. Ship yourself in a healthy relationship, have your f/o treat you right, be kind to you, respect your boundaries. Maybe use them to talk out your trauma, have them comfort you!

It's so very important that you talk through your trauma instead of ignoring or reliving it constantly. Trust me, what proshippers are doing may feel like it's helping in the moment but it's only making things worse, you're reliving and retraumazing yourself. This is coming from a former proship who didn't know how harmful it was. By having ships and reading fics that depict a healthy relationship, you can project onto that and heal yourself.

Having an f/o that only treats you like how you were traumatized is like purposely going back to your abuser. It's no good /srs

Coping links

This one is huge for me specifically in the system as a shapeshifter. Having coping links allows you to change yourself, choose a character you relate to to help heal your trauma a little. For instance, I have a viva pinata shift! The reason is because I lost my childhood to sa and Fostercare, when I'm Bubblegum I'm a child again. I can run and frolick and be happy. Cartte and Carrie are both hypersexual to deal with the sexual trauma I have, and with the body issues caused by my trauma.

Coping Links aren't for everyone, but they're so good for dealing with trauma. You can be someone else, for a little bit, to process trauma and stuff.

Age regression

By this I mean sfw, btw. Bubblegum is a form of age regression for me, sliding back to a simpler, child mentality can help deal with trauma but you gotta be careful. Don't let people take advantage of it, y'know?

Art

Vent art! Please don't take this as permission to draw CP. I mean like actually art, not proship art. Make characters! Draw vent art. Focus on learning and improving! Same with writing, write healthy relationships, write a relationship you would want to be in and make it an 'x reader'! Be self indulgent, and please don't try to relive your trauma through it.

Pastel Gore

You may be wondering "but Slimey! Gore is retraumazing yourself, isn't it?" Well, not all the time. Cartoon gore can be a great way to deal with things, if you REALLY WANT to view it. Pie, our host, uses pastel gore because of what it can symbolize, a traumatic thing shown in bright colors. They especially love candy gore

!! This is not for everyone. Only use pastel and candy gore if you can handle it and if you feel it would help you !!

Those are just some we use! As always, if you're a proshipper because of trauma then get a therapist. They will tell you your ships are unhealthy, and help you find something healthy. Hope this helps!! :)

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

If you wanna walk through the Upside Down... | Steddie

Prompt: Underworld

Words: 2355

Fandom: Stranger things

A/N: Another Hadestown inspired fic. I just love Wait for Me (Reprise) so much. It’s another late Writer’s Month entry and if I don’t get the badge, then at least I tried. I wasn’t able to do last year’s one and I’m surprised I was able to get this far this year now that I’m back in college. It was fun regardless and I was able to vent out and cope with certain shows and movies through these prompts.

Hints of child abuse and physical assault. Nothing too descriptive. Hurt/comfort stuff.

Summary: Eddie had sacrificed himself to save everyone, but Steve wants him back. If not for his sake, for the kids’ sake. The trip to the Upside Down is difficult and one he must do alone, but he can’t just leave him down there.

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A trial, he claimed. A trial to see if they were able to withstand the demons in their mind, if their bond was strong enough to push on through. Vecna/Henry/One was a sick bastard for that. El warned Steve of the risk of venturing back to the Upside Down, especially going alone. He would do it though. For Eddie. 

In order to get Eddie back from the Upside Down, they must travel through the twisted version of Hawkins with Steve walking at the front and Eddie at the back. Steve had to trust that Vecna released his hold on Eddie. He had to trust that Eddie would follow him, that he wanted to leave. It seemed simple enough, but it wouldn’t be a trial if it didn’t come with a price. If Steve turned around to see if Eddie was following, Vecna would wrap his slimey vines around him and drag him back to where he held him. Then, Steve would have to return alone and the gates would be closed.

“He’s gonna mess with us,” Eddie said, doubt already creeping in. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, holding back tears. If they screw this up, he’ll never be able to leave. “That’s what he does. He gets into our minds and –”

“We can do this, Eds,” Steve said, holding on either side of his head, making the older boy look at him. There was sheer determination in his eyes and Eddie was inclined to believe him.

Eddie nodded, gripping on Steve’s shoulders, as if making sure that Steve being there wasn’t a trick all along. Steve sniffed, wanting to scream, to cry out, demanding why they should prove that they deserve to live, to leave this hellhole. Someone like Eddie did not deserve to be here, to be used as a puppet to hurt others. He just wanted to graduate, to grow his band and earn enough money to spoil his uncle, to play DnD with his friends and create heroic tales together.

“Wait for me on the other side?” His voice was so small, it made Steve mad at Vecna for shrinking this young man that always held such a large presence in any room he walked in.

“Why can’t there be another way?” El demanded at One.

He twisted his head towards the girl that he once hoped would help him rule the world. Someone that held such promise, siding with these weaklings that clung onto the illusion of freedom while chaining themselves to the restraining rules of society. El glared at him, the fire in her eyes had grown brighter from the last time he saw her.

“Papa is gone,” she continued, “The world is changing. It’s always changing. Humans… they can be narrow minded, mean, and liars, but they’re not all like that. They can be accepting, kind, and honest, and loving, and… people change. If we give them the chance to change –”

“Then, let’s test your faith in humanity. Let’s see if it is deserved,” he said, turning back to the pair in front of them. “If they can overcome what I throw at them, all the ugliness and pain that ever set foot in their minds, then they can leave. You can leave… but you still need to face me if you want this to end once and for all and I’ll be waiting for when the time comes.”

Steve pressed his forehead against Eddie’s. “I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes. I’ll wait for you. I trust you. We’re gonna prove him wrong and get the hell out of here,” he muttered, repeating those words over and over like a prayer.

“Stevie,” Eddie said shakily, “In case that this is actually a trap, I just wanted to tell you, what I’ve been wanting to tell you, is that I… I lo –”

“No, no, no. You tell me when we get out of here,” Steve insisted, “We’re getting out of here.”

“Steve…”

“It’s time to go,” One rumbled.

El walked over to them, squeezing their arms. “It’ll be okay. I need to go first, but I’ll be waiting on the other side of the gate for you. I cannot interfere.”

They nodded in understanding, pulling her into a hug before she pulled away towards the gate. Once she disappeared through, the demobats and the crawling vines seemed to be more agitated. The demobats swarmed closer, perching themselves along the telephone wires and buildings that lined the broken road, which seemed to stretch out forever, that led all the way to the open gate. The vines crawled up along the walls and slithered along the cracks, waiting to grab Eddie’s ankles the moment Steve turned around.

Steve took in a deep breath and spun around. Eddie wanted to reach out and touch his hand, already missing him, but he knew that they weren’t allowed to touch. The moment Steve takes a step forward would be when the trial officially started. 

He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment and thinking about his happiest memories. After hearing from Max what he had put her through, he had taken the time to think about what those memories were and he was glad that he did. It helped him realize what he had waiting on the other side for him, what he could forward to in the future. He just hoped that Eddie had enough of those memories as well.

He took one step forward, then two, a chill running down his spine at how still everything felt. Then, it hit him. Memories of his childhood, of his father’s anger and his mother’s sorrow, of the fakeness and bravado that he used to have, of bullying victims’ misery, of heartbreak after heartbreak, of all the near death experiences, including the kids’ that he was unable to prevent. Every sting on his cheek, every cut and bruise on his body over the years slamming onto him all at once, guilt and helplessness weighing him down like chains, like the souls of the underworld dragging him into the asphalt below.

He closed his eyes once more, struggling to push forward. Then, he saw Eddie, shoved in his locker, dunked in a toilet bowl, beaten in the alley of the arcade, hunted down by the town mob, beaten again and again, rushed to the hospital and handcuffed to the bed rail. Why should he come back? What did he owe the town that turned on him? Why should he save them?

No. Eddie wouldn’t do that to his uncle. To Dustin. To all the boys in Hellfire. To Robin and Nancy. To Steve. He was right behind him, walking with one foot after another.

Steve began to think of the kids. Of Dustin smiling at him with such joy and admiration. Of the boys rambling about some DnD or sciencey thing that Steve had yet to wrap his head around. Of Will’s quiet presence, concentrating on his drawing as his friends spoke around him and interjected with his deep insight or quick wit. Of Max and her snarkiness, her stubbornness, her reluctance to admit that deep down, she loved hanging out with those kids she called dorks. After she recovered from her second encounter with Vecna, she even admitted that she saw Steve as an older brother.

Then he thought of Robin, his best friend. His platonic soulmate. Someone who did not expect anything from King Steve, but accepted the real Steve. Someone who opened his eyes to what he had suppressed from his childhood and helped him realize that it was okay to like men and women. That he was stupid to have not grabbed Eddie by the collar and kiss him like he wanted to. He thought of their time at Scoops, at Family Video, of their drives around town, and their sleepovers when the nightmares became too much. He thought of how they could live together after she graduated and figure out life while they had each other's back.

He was moving down the road with impressive speed, powered by his love for those kids and his best friend. One wasn’t having it, hitting him with the memory of him and Nancy in the bathroom, her eyes glaring up at him as she spat that everything was bullshit. Their relationship was bullshit. He stumbled on his feet, feeling the air rush out his lungs as if being punched in the gut. 

Then, the memory of a younger Steve being left alone as his parents went on another business trip, how the trips were getting longer and their stay at the house getting shorter. He once thought that they did that to avoid coming home to him, that they decided that he was not the son that they wanted and gradually pretended that he did not exist.

Steve pushed through it, thinking about his realization and acceptance that he and Nancy were just not meant to be, that there was no point in forcing it. He was happy to be her friend. They’ve been through a lot together, so there was no getting rid of each other from their lives that easily. And he was fine with that. 

The group that he had found himself surrounded by, the ones that he fought monsters and evil Russians and abusive brothers with, were his family. Even the persistent and gentle badass that was Joyce Byers and the gruffy but kindhearted Chief Hopper were his family. Not the parents that don’t even bother to call even on holidays. 

He wondered how Eddie was doing. Was he powering on with the memories of his uncle buying him his first guitar? Of discovering freshmen that were equally if not more passionate about DnD than he was? Of the crowd of five to six drunks cheering for his band at the Hideout? Of his and Robin’s inside jokes about Dorothy and Rocky Horror? Of his flirting with Steve and the latter’s flustered expression before flirting back?

The glow of the gate was shining into his eyes, the faint breeze of fresh air teasing him. They were almost there. The gate was just up ahead.

Did Eddie even want him back? What if all that flirting was just Eddie being Eddie? Just because he found out that he liked guys, too, doesn’t mean he liked Steve. He was horrible to him in high school and still called him a freak even after he graduated. He refused Dustin’s requests to play DnD with him if it meant avoiding hanging around with ‘the freak’. Did Steve deserve to make it out? Would it have been better if he traded places with Eddie to stay in the Upside Down?

Steve squeezed his eyes shut again, thinking back to the open field where they had parked the RV. He was making molotov cocktails with Robin, Nancy was showing Max how to use a shotgun, and the Sinclairs were making spears together. Then there was Eddie and Dustin, playing with the nailed trash can cover shields they made. 

After tackling the younger boy, Eddie held him at arm's length and spoke with a proud smile on his face. They laughed at something and pulled away, readying their shields again. For a minute, Eddie looked up, feeling Steve’s eyes on him. He sent a quick wink and a dimpled smile before turning back to Dustin. All those small moments like that had to mean something. Because what Steve felt when he’s with him was real, and scary, and exciting, and warm, and right.

“You think I’d ever love you?” he heard Eddie’s voice spat. “A selfish, worthless asshole that took joy in other people’s pain? That was possessive and insecure and scared of what he was?”

“Eddie, no,” Steve breathed, “You don’t mean that. The Eddie that I know gave people second chances. He… he knows I changed.”

“Why would I ever want to follow you out of here only to be mocked and hunted down?”

“They won’t do that. Hopper will sort everything out. We know you’re innocent. We could hide you –”

“And be your dirty little secret,” Eddie’s voice growled, “Hidden with shame while you protect your reputation. But, you can’t have both, Steve.”

“I don’t care about my reputation!” Steve shouted, fighting the urge to turn around to face him. It wasn’t the real Eddie speaking, One was provoking him. “I’ll kiss you in front of the whole town if I have to. I’ll fight anyone that ever tries to hurt you. Even if it kills me.”

“Interesting,” One purred, his voice bouncing around Steve’s brain. “You are more physically capable in fighting than this one is. If I were to release Eddie Munson from my hold, would you accept being my right-hand man? I can do this in an instant. Neither of you have to suffer anymore. Your Eddie would be safe from me… Join me.”

“I… No, I can’t. I –” He felt his mind slipping away, like he was being lifted in the air.

“You lied!” El’s voice boomed through the void, jolting Steve back to his physical body.

He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the dimness of the Upside Down, seeing the gate two feet away. He was so close. The gate ripped open even further as El stepped through with fury on her face.

“You are not to interfere!” One shouted, waving a hand towards her, the demobats leaping into action.

“You broke the rules first,” she said, holding a hand out. She turned to Steve and Eddie and shouted, “Go! I’ll hold them off.”

Steve nodded, running towards the gate. He was still afraid that Eddie could still disappear, that he would be ripped away from him for good. He didn’t turn around.

The fresh air felt good in his lungs as he stumbled to the ground, catching his breath. The sky was a calming light blue and the clouds were rolling lazily across, blocking the sun for just a moment. He closed his eyes, holding onto Eddie in his heart and counted to ten. He’ll be here.

“Steve.”

He opened his eyes.

[networkcables]

Got to see my wife (the ocean) today!!!!!

I haven’t seen her in over a year, I was a little nervous she’d be upset but she was SO happy to see me she missed me so much!!

Usually she keeps her waves a little over my ankles for me since she knows I don’t like getting soaked but she was so excited that the first thing she did was went all the way up past my knees 🥺 I ended up getting SUPER soaked because her waves were so big all day but it’s ok I missed her too

Once the excitement for both of us died down she washed a piece of watermelon on shore. The ocean, the water, washed up a watermelon. I couldn’t make this up if I wanted too shes so funny

Got lots of shells and a few rocks as gifts! Even a couple flowers <3

She washed 3 big jellyfish around a foot long each up for me to see! I only was brave enough to touch one of them but it was really cool to feel :O very slimey but less jiggly than I thought it would be

As always there were a lot of sand crab husks everywhere, i told her I always wanted to see one alive and sure enough not even 5 minutes later one washed up right by my feet. I obviously didn’t keep it but I think it’s our son now LOL

I usually vent to her but right now I’m in a good place in life so I didn’t have too much to talk about, I apologized that I didn’t have much to say but she seemed happy that I was in a better place than when I last saw her

I told her that I was posting about our relationship online which she thought was nice but she really wants me to tell the story about her proposing to me, I’ll have to do that soon

I could not stop saying I loved her and I could feel her saying it back and I called her honey twice, it feels so good to be married to her <3

Leaving is always kinda sad but I told her I’d probably be back soon so now we both have something to look forward to since I definitely don’t plan on waiting a whole year again :)

[slimeylee]

damn

february 23rd marks the 7th yr death anniversary of my father