Imperfection

My names Bree, I'm 24. She/ her

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My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."

He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."

He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"

I did.

"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."

It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.

So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.

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[skyline-sunset-in-my-veins]

How do I put this gently . . . You fuckers wanna see Trump actually face consequences - see Roe protected - not lose all the progress of the past 2 years under Biden? (yes ik we need more to be done i know) YOU HAVE TO FUCKING VOTE IN THE MID TERMS - POLLS ARE SHOWING A RED RESURGANCE BC PEOPLE HATE INFLATION AND THEY'RE VOTING REPUBLICAN LIKE IT'LL DO SOMETHING TO STOP IT.

[fractiousrvt]

Vote. Encourage your friends to vote. Vote at all levels. It does make a difference! If it didn't they wouldn't be trying so hard to discourage us from voting!

[veggiezombiex]

They are coming for Social Security and Medicare and they are talking about this in the open!

https://talkingpointsmemo.com/news/scalise-mccarthy-medicare-social-security-debt-ceiling

Vote, for fucks sake.

[dduane]

Really. 

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E. Munson | Sweetheart part 2

TW: none

Authors note: this might end up being a series idk yet. Also, this is for plus size readers. I do take requests!

After the incident in the lunchroom, you had become close to Eddie. He was a real dork, not a freak. You met his friends, the hellfire club. Everyone seemed pretty nice and you were getting comfortable around them. You adored Dustin and his relationship with Eddie.

Somewhere along the road, things got a little complicated for you. It was after Robin had pointed something out to you one day while you were studying in the library.

"Are you and Eddie a couple yet?" The girl asked as she looked up from her notebook. Her expression was serious.

You looked at her with wide eyes, taken aback by her sudden question. Your brain stuttered for a moment. "No! What do you mean yet?" You tried keeping your voice down. "We're just friends."

Robin rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. "Yeah okay, friends who call each other pet names and hold hands. Friends who cuddle and hug all the time." She said sarcastically. "And totally platonic friends who look at each other with heart eyes."

You fidgeted with your pencil as she spoke. Friends were close like that, right? But you couldn't lie to yourself, you knew that you had feelings for him. But you knew he wouldn't feel the same, not when he obviously had a big crush on Chrissy.

You waved her off. "No, he likes someone else. We're just friends." You stated, wanting it to be the end of the conversation.

Now you couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe you shouldn't be so close to him. Maybe you should give him some space. You walked down the hall, head lost in your thoughts. You didn't even hear Jason calling out to you.

"Where's your boyfriend, piggy?" Jason called again. "What a perfect couple, two freaks."

You glared at him. The whole school must think you're dating. "Fuck off, Carver."

"What's wrong? Did he dump you?" Jason taunted.

You rolled your eyes and left. It was better you didn't feed into it. You decided maybe some space from Eddie would be a good thing.

Eddie smiled as you sat down at the table. His big, warm brown eyes watching you. You realized this would be harder than you thought, because all you wanted to do was hug him.

"You should help me with the new campaign for hellfire tonight, sweetheart." He suggested, leaning over and nudging you with his shoulder.

That pet name had really gotten to you. He called you that more than he called you by your name. You smiled at him but shook your head.

"I can't today. I've got a big test I need to study for." You told him, it wasn't a lie. "Maybe next time."

Your heart broke as you saw the shine in his eyes dim a bit at your answer. But he nodded, acted like he was okay. He continued conversation with everyone as lunch went on.

After a few days he became suspicious. Something wasn't right. You were avoiding him in the halls, not hanging out with him after school and you barely talked to him at lunch. He didn't know if you were upset with him or if he had done something wrong.

He honestly missed you. He missed your voice and how you laugh at his dumb jokes. He missed holding your hand and hugging you. You were warm and always smelled nice. He missed talking to you about anything and everything.

So he decided he would ask you about it, even if he had to corner you to do it. Unfortunately, he had to hunt you down. At the end of the day, he caught you at your locker.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, standing behind you. "I need to talk to you."

You panicked, turning towards him. "Oh, uh I'm in a rush. I've got to babysit for my neighbor today." You told him, not meeting his eyes.

Eddie stopped you from moving by trapping you in with his arms. His hands plated on the lockers behind you. "Not again. You can't avoid me again." He said. "Tell me what's going on."

You finally met his eyes and the hurt in them made you want to comfort him. But you had no choice, you had to tell him the truth.

You let out a loud sigh. "People think we're dating. I know I shouldn't care what anyone thinks but you like Chrissy and if she thinks we're together than you'll never get your chance to be with her." You began to ramble, his gaze making you nervous.

"Wait, hold on." Eddie stopped you. "That's what this was about? Y/N, I don't like Chrissy anymore." He told you.

"You dont?" You asked, looking at him confused.

"No. Now will you stop avoiding me?" He pleaded. "Who cares if people think we're together."

You let out a sigh of relief. "Okay. You're right. "

He took your hand and began walking out the double doors with you. He began telling you about his new ideas for the campaign. You realized just how much you missed him.

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E. Munson | Sweetheart

Trigger Warning ⚠️: pigs blood, bullying

You used to love Hawkins. When you were younger and didn't know any better. But as you got older you realized what a shit place it was. Not only was the town fucking cursed, but you also felt cursed. No matter what you did, you were condemned for it.

You walked down the hall trying to keep your head down so no one targeted you. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Jason Carver and his group started oinking as soon as they saw you.

You heard their laughter and harsh taunts as you made it to your locker. Grabbing your books and slamming your locker shut, you turned and came face to face with Jason and his group.

That stupid cocky blonde. His evil smirk as he eyed you up and down. "Hey piggy." He greeted.

You rolled your eyes. "You would think after all these years you would come up with something better." You scoffed.

You moved to get past him but he put his arm on the locker, trapping you in with his buddies on the other side.

"Aww you don't like it? I think it suits you. Would you prefer whale?" He asked.

"I would prefer if you fucking moved, you incompetent asshole." You spat, stomping on his foot

He cursed and moved back. "You fat bitch!" He yelled.

You moved away from them, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing the hurt on your face. It probably wasn't the best idea to fight back, but after years of torment you were fed up.

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Eddie watched Jason laugh with his group as one of them held a bucket. He couldn't tell what was in it, but he knew whatever was going on wasn't good. Usually he expected to be the target, but it was obvious today it wasn't him.

  The whole table watched as Y/N walked into the lunchroom. Jason had a devious smirk on his face as he spoke to them.

     "No, I'm serious. I'm sorry I was such a jerk." Carver went on to say. "I want to make it up to you."

      But Y/N wasn't buying it. They narrowed their eyes at him. "Eat shit Carver."

    It happened too fast for Eddie to react, the bucket being dumped over their and red liquid poured over them. It looked like blood. The whole lunchroom laughed but his group. He went to get up to help when he saw Y/N flick the liquid at him.

    That's when he heard Y/N laugh, a dark and humorless laugh. "Thought I'd share, Carver."

     They were quiet when they left, didn't run. Just walked right out. But Eddie knew that had to hurt. He also knew how pissed Jason looked with red splattered over him.

       He got up from his seat and chased after Y/N. He made it to the woods behind the school, seeing them sitting on the bench. He could hear sobbing and his heart sunk.

     You looked up when hearing his footsteps. He had caught you off guard. He held his hands up. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He said softly.

   You didn't say anything, just looked away and sat still. So he took a seat next to you. "Jasons a dick." He told you. "I'm sorry he did this to you."

    You shook your head. "It's probably pigs blood. He thinks it's clever because he calls me piggy." You told him. "He's been calling me that for years."

      Eddie shook his head. He didn't think there was anything wrong with how you looked, although he didn't really judge anyone.

     "You want to get cleaned up? I can take you home." He offered. His voice soft and gentle.

     You shook your head. "I appreciate that. But I don't want to go home. My family will make this a big deal." You told him. "I've got spare clothes in my locker."

      "Well if you don't want to stay here, I can take you to my place. You can shower so you aren't covered in red goop all day." He suggested. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

     You looked at him, studying his featured for a moment. "Okay. I'd rather be clean. Are you sure this is okay? You'll be skipping and I don't want you to get in trouble."

      Eddie flashed you a smile. "Can't leave someone as pretty as you in distress. It'll be fine. One day isn't going to kill me." He promised you.

      A small smile spread over your face and he thought it was cute. He was relieved you weren't crying anymore.

    Eddie waited in his room while you showered. He had seen you in the halls, but he never talked to you before. You seemed so closed off, kept to yourself. You were a sophomore and he was a junior, so it made sense you never really talked.

      He still thought you were pretty. You came into his room, hair wet. He smiled at you and sat up. He could tell you felt better after a shower.

"You feel any better?" He asked, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.

  You nodded, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, thank you again. You really saved me from more embarrassment."

       He waved it off. "Anytime sweetheart."

      He could see you blush as you turned away from him. That was extremely cute.  He would definitely have to make you blush more.

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[burnitalldownism]

People who are old enough to remember ad free YouTube, FB, Twitter and Instagram believing that capitalism drives innovation are fucking hilarious.

Like, all of those platforms were still profitable...massively profitable before they had targeted ads on your feed and unskippable ads before videos. They didn’t need to bring them in. They weren’t going to go under, their CEOs weren’t living in the backseats of their cars, they were living in mansions already. They just wanted more money.

Greed was the only reason. Capitalism is the reason they made their platforms and the user experience worse. That’s it.

[imicrowavemycereal-deactivated2]

I remember when I never got ANY ads on the YouTube app. Now I usually get two, and they're all 15 seconds long and unskippable to try and persuade me to buy premium by literally trying to piss me off. Premium was not an addition of features, it was simply taking away features that used to be free and making people pay extra. I prefer to use YouTube on my laptop where I can at least spitefully use a sexy free adblocker.

[trigger-incoming-deactivated201]

This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

[bunnyewest]

I’ve used this before and the person I was chatting with was very kind and helpful. I really could have hurt myself seriously if I hadn’t seen a tumblr post about the site… Phone calls and I don’t do so well together

[phdna]

This is very important, especially the way the world is being recently, so I’m reblogging it