I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.
Continue to peacefully protest against the modern holocaust Israel is committing. I will keep protesting until Palestine is free. I will not forget the people of Palestine. I will not ignore the horrors. Together, we can bring about change.
The Fastest Fix-It (Or: How a Jealous Girlfriend Shut That Shit Down and Saved Eddie Before the Bell Rang)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: A jealous girlfriend completely de-rails season 4, but Eddie's fine, so it's all good.
Contains: Thinly veiled rage, openly hating on the popular kids, foiled Duffer Plans.
Word Count: 400ish
"You'll neeever guess who just left a note in my locker," your boyfriend drawls as he drops into the seat next to you.
"Jason Carver," you deadpan without looking up, digging through your backpack for yesterday's homework before the last class of the day begins.
"Close," he slaps a neatly folded piece of notebook paper onto the table between you. "Chrissy Cunningham."
You pause your search to look at the dainty handwriting. Of course it's written in pink. You're surprised she didn't dot the "i" in "Eddie" with a little heart.
"What does she want?" you feign disinterest, resuming your search for… whatever you were looking for a minute ago.
He lowers his voice and delivers the word "druuuuugs" in an exaggerated whisper.
Your hands still and you look over to study his face, a mixture of disbelief and excitement. This asshole.
Pretending that your blood wasn't starting to boil at the thought of him spending time alone with a cheerleader - you knew he was a sucker for skirts, no matter how much he insisted he loved the way your ass looked in jeans - you calmly place your backpack on the floor and try to unclench your jaw.
"So you're gonna go meet her?"
"It's business, sweetheart."
"Riiight." You turn in your chair to face him. "So Chrissy Cunningham just contacted you, completely out of the blue, never having spoken a word to you before… and you're not at all suspicious."
"Why would I be suspicious?"
You heave a sigh.
"Where were you two hours ago?"
He looks at his watch. "Lunch?"
"And did you happen to do anything loud and obnoxious at lunch today?" He smirks. Of course he did, he's Eddie. "Something involving stomping across a table… yelling at people… for example, Jason Carver? You know, the guy who's been betrothed to Chrissy Fucking Cunningham since their perfect little blonde heads exited their mothers' perfect asses?"
You can see the wheels start to turn beneath that unruly mane.
"You think it's a set-up?"
You give him a pointed look.
"Shit."
"Think with your main brain, Munson." You flick him on the fly, making him jump. He fakes a glare that turns into a sheepish smile as the bell rings. Grinning, you turn to face the front of the room.
It's so fucked up that digging a bunch of holes works so well at reversing desertification
I hate that so much discourse into fighting climate change is talking about bioenginerring a special kind of seaweed that removes microplastics or whatever other venture-capital-viable startup idea when we have known for forever about shit like digging crescent shaped holes to catch rainwater and turning barren land hospitable