If you're grown and vent at children you're fucked up
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If you're grown and vent at children you're fucked up
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If you're grown up and vent at children then bitch what's your fucking problem
If you're grown up and vent at children you're fucked up
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Dissociation vs Overstimulation
Kisses of fire (the carpet is burning, burning!)
I made a thing in case you were even wondering 🙄
…you like it don’t you 🥺
We desperately need more baby Steve & Munson interactions, they're SO CUTE
Hopper is never having a good day when he has to deal with children but he’s having an even worse day when the kids in question are Eddie ‘Come Back With a Warrant’ Munson and Steve ‘I’ll Answer Your Questions When My Lawyer is Present’ Harrington.
They are eight and seven years old in the backseat of his truck after Hopper caught them separately doing shit they’re not supposed to do. His plan was to drive around a bit, scare them, and then send them on their way but neither are taking it seriously.
Steve, at least, is sticking to his words and hasn’t spoken since he requested a lawyer. Eddie, on the other hand, hasn’t shut up.
Hopper said he was talking them to jail and Eddie’s response was to point out that they weren’t committing crimes. They were committing miss-de-meters and second, “The police station’s that way. You’re drivin’ to Uncle Wayne’s.”
Hopper feels like a glorified taxi driver at this point. He makes one last attempt to instill a little fear of god into these future felons by saying, “You’re going to get grounded by your parents and you’ll deserve it.”
There’s a beat of silence before Steve pipes up, “What’s grounded?”
“It’s when your parents bury you in the backyard,” Eddie supplies helpfully.
“Oh…” Steve says and then loudly announces, “Mr. Hopper, I can’t be grounded. We have a pool.”
“That’s okay,” Eddie cuts in before Hopper can steer this conversation in the right direction.
He clasps a hand on Steve’s shoulder in the rearview and tells him, “They’ll drown you instead.”
I keep seeing people call the Trump administration shit like “schizophrenic” and “psychotic” and can we fucking not do this please???? schizophrenics and people with psychosis have a biological and neurological basis for their behavior and beliefs. there is no biological basis for being racist and sexist and a monster. schizophrenics and ppl with psychosis are innocent. you can’t beat bigotry with more bigotry
Steve gives up and goes to law school — just like his dad always wanted. But not out of obedience. Oh no. He does it out of pure, unfiltered spite. The kind of spite that whispers: "I’m gonna dismantle your entire shady-ass business empire, old man. From the inside. With the kind of legal knowledge no overpriced firm ever managed to use against you. And guess what? I’ve got dirt."
It’s that unhinged desire for petty revenge that somehow turns Steve into a genuinely good lawyer. Like, worryingly good. Turns out, it’s easy to learn when you don’t take any of it too seriously — and your internal monologue is just a running track of “let’s see what happens if I win.”
Halfway through law school, he meets Eddie Munson. Accused of crimes in one state. Hiding out in another. A rising rockstar. A chaos gremlin. A walking lawsuit. And unfortunately, Steve’s new client — because Steve just had to sign up for that unpaid “public defender internship.”
The rest is legal hellfire, leather jackets, and questionable decision-making.
Oh, and falling in love. Probably. Maybe.
(Definitely.)
Half of this is from @purplepri? I had this idea before but I wrote it down after liking a post about Steve in business school so…
If this is just a demo then I cannot wait to see how she refines it.
the dialogue at 1.15 is stunning. i love her unreleased stuff so much.
Does she mean Monticello GA?
@/mothercain. “3 years ago today, with kelsey in the old abandoned mansion on main street in monticello” twitter, 23 sept 2021.
“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”
damn you must suck at cooking. check out some youtube tutorials man. i believe in you.
eddie munson softly playing a totally sick drum solo on your belly. you glare at him, and he suddenly remembers that you’re sensitive about your belly… so he manhandles you, flips you over so that you’re now laying on your frontside, and resumes his absolutely epic drum solo on your ass.