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I’d love to see more of addict!

so i don't LOVE this bit that i wrote, but i sat on this for EVER and this is all i could get out so it'll have to do 🫠

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Wayne shrugged, glancing at Eddie. “Who knows what was goin’ on in that boy’s head. All that matters now, though, is getting everyone out on the other side of this.”

How did Eddie miss it? How could he miss something like this? Why didn't Steve tell him? Eight years of knowing each other, of loving each other, and never once had Steve said anything about being clean. How could he not have seen the signs?

Eddie had been a dealer himself. He’d seen addicts, he'd seen people in recovery itching to go back to that high. He's helped keep those people on that path, refused to sell to them and listened to them talk. He knew what to look for, so how did he not see it?

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #gloomysoup #steddie fic #stranger things fic #soup's wip weekend #gloomysoup writes #steddie angst

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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MOOD!

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Can I ask for some affairs for wip weekend 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

ugh this fic. it hurts. i love her. she is everything. i want to finish it so bad so i can share it all with you. until then, here's this. thank you for bringing her to wip weekend.

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No one ever prepares you for something like this; relearning how to live without someone important. Eddie knows he should move on, but he can't. It's been long enough. He has to accept that this is how things are now. This is his new reality. A reality without Steve.

It starts with stumbling out of his cold bed, his hair greasy and his clothes dirty and disheveled. He’ll stop and look at himself in the mirror, stare at the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. He won't do anything about his appearance before going to the kitchen and standing in front of the open fridge. He’ll stand there, staring at the shelves, for ten minutes, then he’ll walk away with nothing but a cold beer. After that, he settles on the couch and wastes away for as long as anyone will let him.

It usually ends with Wayne showing up, finally dragging him into the shower for the first time in at least two weeks. If not a shower, then definitely forcing some food and water in him. Changing his clothes and starting a load of laundry. Putting away something else that Steve had left behind. Then Wayne sits with him on the couch, lets him wallow in silence for a little while. They rarely talk. Wayne puts Eddie to bed early, but they both know he won't sleep long. He never does.

It becomes a routine for Eddie. For six weeks, this is how it goes. The rest of the Party comes and goes. They filter through the lonely apartment with sad looks and worried stares. No one talks about Steve. His friends try to coax him out. They do the best they can. No one can get through to him.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #gloomysoup #stranger things fic #eddie munson angst #gloomysoup writes #soup's wip weekend #angst fic

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Soup's WIP Weekend

i've been severely slacking in the writing department lately and i hate that. i want to write more, i just need the motivation to try. so we're pulling out WIP Weekend again in the hopes i will get something done. i'm also posting early & reblogging later so it might get a little more traction this time around. anyway, please help me write. i am desperate.

rules:

i'll post a handful of "file names" (basically whatever the main document is titled bc i don't have very many wips with actual titles yet)

send me an ask with the file name ! it's that easy ! (or send me an entirely new prompt. either one works)

i will then spend the weekend filling said asks with at least a decent sized paragraph attached

i'm taking files now through 11pm on sunday. i will get them filled as quickly as i can. i may even have to do some on monday depending on how many i get and when.

file names:

addict

daycare

russian adventures

secrets

affairs

stepdad

snippet:

(from addict)

If Eddie were in a more stable state of mind, he would be able to admit that he was spiraling. Bad. As it stood, however, Eddie could barely take in his own surroundings.

This was his fault.

He did this to Steve. He was going to lose the best thing that had happened to him since moving in with Wayne, and there was no one to blame but himself. He should have seen it. He should have known. He should have been more careful, looked out for Steve better. Done more. Robin was right to kick him out. This is what he deserved.

#reblogging #bc i can.

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If you're doing WIP Weekend can I ask for secrets pls 👀

okay okay i tried really hard to figure out what to share that wouldn't be like a major spoiler and i think this will be okay. this fic has me in a CHOKEHOLD and yet i struggle so hard to get the right words down. so here. take it, my friends.

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“I'm sure we can figure it out. Maybe if you called Ed-”

“No.” Steve shook his head. “This is my problem, Wayne. I'm not calling him.”

“Don't ya think he should know, though? She's sick, Steve. Don't ya think maybe she deserves the chance to meet her dad?”

Steve inhaled sharply, the breath shaky when it left his lungs as he fought his tears. He didn't want to think about the implications behind Wayne’s words. The things left unsaid. Readings between the lines would remind Steve of all the things he'd been convincing himself weren't going to happen, couldn't happen. Not to her. Not to them. He was lying to himself, of course. He would continue to lie to himself until he couldn't any longer.

#soup's wip weekend #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #gloomysoup #steddie fic #omegaverse steddie #wayne munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson #gloomysoup writes

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Soup's WIP Weekend

i've been severely slacking in the writing department lately and i hate that. i want to write more, i just need the motivation to try. so we're pulling out WIP Weekend again in the hopes i will get something done. i'm also posting early & reblogging later so it might get a little more traction this time around. anyway, please help me write. i am desperate.

rules:

i'll post a handful of "file names" (basically whatever the main document is titled bc i don't have very many wips with actual titles yet)

send me an ask with the file name ! it's that easy ! (or send me an entirely new prompt. either one works)

i will then spend the weekend filling said asks with at least a decent sized paragraph attached

i'm taking files now through 11pm on sunday. i will get them filled as quickly as i can. i may even have to do some on monday depending on how many i get and when.

file names:

addict

daycare

russian adventures

secrets

affairs

stepdad

snippet:

(from addict)

If Eddie were in a more stable state of mind, he would be able to admit that he was spiraling. Bad. As it stood, however, Eddie could barely take in his own surroundings.

This was his fault.

He did this to Steve. He was going to lose the best thing that had happened to him since moving in with Wayne, and there was no one to blame but himself. He should have seen it. He should have known. He should have been more careful, looked out for Steve better. Done more. Robin was right to kick him out. This is what he deserved.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #gloomysoup #steddie fic #stranger things fic #omegaverse steddie #soup's wip weekend #steddie angst

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Post S2, at some random party, Steve and Eddie hook up, not full naked sex, but undeniably gay activity. And they’re teenagers and they were both a little intoxicated, so they didn’t stop for a conversation on the topic. In the aftermath, Eddie isn’t sure if Steve actually started it, or if Eddie was too turned on by his crush, and imagined it.

Aftermath is the right word. This is a Steve who hasn’t met Robin yet. He’s grown since S1, but in the morning, seeing a hickey on his neck from a guy, he spirals in a bad way. Tries to convince himself he didn’t want it, then spirals harder because he absolutely did want it.

Eddie likes to pretend he’s a cynic, but he’s a romantic and an optimist, and when he approaches Steve after school the next week - carefully, hidden, no one knows they’re talking at all because Eddie knows this is a dangerous place to be like them - he doesn’t get as far as asking if Steve maybe wants to come hang out. Steve is still spiraling, and Eddie is undeniable proof that he should be spiraling.

Steve says a lot of stuff in the next few minutes. All of it is true and all of it’s a lie. There’s one thing that sticks with Eddie and festers. Steve says that he didn’t want it, didn’t want Eddie to kiss him, to touch him. Says he didn’t want to touch Eddie but he had to. Sure, a lot of that is the same as every other closeted guy would say. The part that makes it stick in Eddie’s gut, churning and painful, is that no matter how hard he tries, Eddie can’t be sure if Steve was leaning in, or if he was imagining what he wanted to see

#i'm having thoughts #someone stop me #steddie angst #stranger things #steddie

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listen, love my job. working with littles is both amazing and exhausting but i wouldn't have it any other way. there's something very satisfying about the connections i've been able to make with them and the progress i've seen in the short time i've been at this childcare center. however, sometimes i think the lead teacher in my room should not be a teacher.

she's a nice person and all, good with the kids, but she doesn't seem... like she's fit for the job, is all. she's never in the classroom and often fails to communicate lesson plans or ideas, and hardly ever takes suggestions. this week we're doing butterflies with our littles and the other day, she straight up asked me if a caterpillar comes before a chrysalis. she was 100% serious. she had no clue. after i told her that yes, caterpillars come before the chrysalis, bc that's how life cycles work, i made a little joke about that being elementary school biology that she should know, being the lead teacher and all. she said she thought science was stupid. granted, it could have been a joke in response to my joke, and the other teacher's jokes that followed, but part of me doesn't think it was.

and then there's the cocomelon shit. let it be known that as a daycare teacher, and someone who has taken courses in early childhood development and psychology, i absolutely resent cocomelon. it is horrible for a child's developing brain. it's overstimulating in several aspects, and it doesn't actually teach anything. it is, subjectively speaking, one of the worst kids shows i've ever come across in terms of how it helps with development. i've read psychological studies and articles about the negative affects cocomelon can have.

and yet, this woman lets her own child watch it. she puts on cocomelon songs for the kids i work with all the time. she has praised cocomelon and talks often about how much her toddler loves it. i refuse to let anything cocomelon play while i'm in the classroom bc i cannot stand it. i've also stood my ground on this, explained my point of view to the other teachers. it has not been played while i'm present since, but i have walked into the room to certain songs playing before.

obviously, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and not every teacher is going to have the same views on early childhood education, but the things just keep piling up with her. and it's really starting to annoy me. she tries to act like she knows so much and does all these lesson plans, but not once has she clued me in on anything. not once has she asked my opinion or acknowledged my suggestions. maybe i'm just looking too far into things that aren't there, but i just don't believe she makes a very good lead teacher. all we seem to do is sit and watch the kids play while kidz bop or cocomelon plays on the ipad. and while that's great sometimes, it doesn't feel like a lot of learning is happening. and if i try to bring this up and offer suggestions, i simply get shut down. at this point, i'm not sure what i can do. i would take it to the director, but this teacher is the director's daughter in law and is often shown favoritism. she spends more time talking in the office than she does her own classroom. i also apparently dont have the qualifications to be considered a teacher, even though i have more than enough college credits, so there's nothing i can do on that end unless i wanna put myself back through school. which is not really in the cards for me right now either.

so basically, i'm stuck. and this sucks. and i've seriously thought about asking if i can be moved to the pre k room instead, but there's very specific reasons that i was placed as a closer in the classroom im in and i don't want those things to go back to how they were before.

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one of my favorite things to do when i'm having trouble with my wips is to take a random one-off idea and just write. no direction, no plot, no purpose. i just take a general concept and see where it goes. i don't think about it, i don't worry about inconsistencies or plot holes. those things don't matter in these projects bc they're not SUPPOSED to be good. they're not supposed to be worthy of other eyes. most of the time, i don't even like how they turn out. it's just an outlet to get the creativity going again, to remind myself why i write.

and sometimes, an idea works out. it's certainly not well written, but the story sticks. i have a few that i've played around with that might get rewritten into something better later, something to be shared. but until then, they sit in my drafts and i go back to them from time to time. add more. reread. play around with other thoughts. and i think that's something every writer should try at least once. pick a random thread and see where it takes you. it doesn't have to be good. it doesn't have to be coherent or consistent. it doesn't have to have plot or meaning. it can be however short or long you want to make it. i have some that are only a couple thousand words max, and others that are 30k+. they may not ever see the light of day, but that's okay. it's there to have fun. and sometimes, it spawns other ideas for my actual wips.

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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okay i know i've hardly posted any content lately but honestly adulting is hard. been fighting for my life lately ngl. anyway i'm HOPING to get some writing done this weekend between all the chores i also hope to get done bc i have been severely lacking in both departments lately and my living space is a disaster zone right now. i've not properly cleaned in like months. it's been weeks since i actually picked up my shit. i have laundry EVERYWHERE that either needs washed or put away. there's so much that needs to be done and i just don't have time during to week. SO it must be done this weekend. especially with my uncle coming to visit next weekend. he hasn't been back in YEARS. we saw him four years ago, but we went to him that time. so this is kind of a big deal. anyway not the point.

the point is i'm gonna try really hard to get some writing done and maybe post some content. it'll probably just be snippets of something or other. idk we'll see. probably nothing too crazy bc i don't have much at the moment. and my writers block has been ROUGH lately too. the inspiration for so many things is just gone. i need to do some more thought cleansing. maybe i'll try to do that this weekend too.

two days is simply not enough time for everything i need to get done guys. idk how i'm gonna do it.

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Sweet Home Indiana Part 1

Hello! And welcome to this fun little fusion that I came up with here. If anyone can find the post about gay legal troubles after gay marriage was legalized (I think was originally about polyamory divorces) let me know so I can link here, too.

Summary: Eddie is a successful tattoo artist in Seattle and is engaged to be married to Chrissy. Only there is one problem. Well, technically three. You see, back before the Supreme Court ruled that gay marriage was a right and not a privilege Eddie had gotten married in a couple of different states to different people. But now that's it's legal, he's a bigamist and he has to get his exes to divorce him. Which is easy enough for two of the three, not so much for the third. You see the third just isn't just any ex, it's the ex. Steve Harrington. So now he has to go down to Hawkins and try to convince the person he thought he was going to spend his life with to divorce him. Something much easier said then done, especially when Eddie finds himself falling back in love.

EDDIE IS GAY IN THIS BUT THERE ARE REASONS OKAY!

Eddie’s life was good. Let it be said that it was really good. He knew that. But he had regrets. Didn’t everyone?

He regretted how his band broke up. It wasn’t his fault, but he hadn’t seen the cracks when they had started to show. He hadn’t seen how tired Jeff was getting or how fucked Gareth was. He hadn’t seen that Brian was only phoning it in every night.

So when it all fell apart after a concert in Seattle, he was left holding the pieces of his band and his broken heart. He had gotten a job as a tattoo apprentice and had worked really hard to get his own chair.

He had friends. Good ones. Jeff had stayed in Seattle, too. Gareth had gone into rehab and had moved to a small village in the south of France. Brian had gotten married and moved back to Indiana where he became a teacher and lived a quiet life. The life he had always wanted.

Then there was Chrissy. He loved her so much. They had met when she came into the tattoo parlor to get a tattoo covered. She wanted to cover the name of her ex-boyfriend with a purple violet. Eddie had smiled at her when she asked.

It was some of his best work, if he was honest.

She was a legal assistant that had just gotten her paralegal degree and was trying to get a work visa.

She had come over to the USA from Barbados. A little island country in the Caribbean.

He didn’t know how she could stand living in damp Seattle after being born on sun-soaked shores under glistening palm trees. But Chrissy was adamant that she loved being in Washington where it rained almost all the time.

Eddie was on a mission. One that he had sworn to Chrissy that he would do today.

He walked into the county clerk’s office and applied for a marriage license for him and Chrissy.

“I’m sorry Mr. Munson,” the clerk told him, “but our records show that you have not one, not two but three marriages in three different states.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide.

“What?” He would remember that, surely.

“To a William Hargrove in Hawaii, a Thomas M. Hagan in New York, and Steven J. Harrington in Massachusetts,” the woman said, holding up her reading glasses in front of her face to read off the list.

“But those were only legal in the state they were preformed in, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

The woman shook her head. “Not since the Supreme Court ruled that it was legal for gays to get married. It’s cause a lot of trouble for a lot you people, let me tell you.”

Eddie knocked his knuckle on the counter and licked his lips. “Shit.”

She grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, but before you can get a marriage license in the state of Washington, you’ll have to provide divorce decrees from all three of your exes.”

Eddie pounded on the counter this time with his open palm. “Thanks.”

He walked away and he heard her call out, “Next!”

Shit, shit, shit.

This was going to be hell, he could feel it.

Chrissy had fast food waiting for him when he got home from work.

“Did you get the license?” she asked, handing him his food and drink.

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “No, because stupid gay marriage legalization made all gay marriages legal, no matter what state you preformed them in.”

“Oh.”

She sat down hard. “So your three marriages suddenly count?”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmured. “I don’t even know where any of them are. Like I assume Steve’s still in Hawkins, because he’d never leave, but the other two? I have no fucking idea.”

She patted him on the shoulder and said, “We’ll find a way. The law firm has investigators on staff for this very reason. It might take a while, but we’ll find them.

Eddie nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down on his lap. “I’m not. You didn’t know. Otherwise you would have taken care of it when Obergefell v. Hodges went through the Supreme Court.”

Eddie nodded, but he pursed his lips, his hands up around her waist to hold her steady.

“Let’s just eat and I’ll start work on it tomorrow,” she murmured. “Okay?”

“Mmk,” he muttered.

Three weeks later, Eddie had in hand two of the three annulments. Billy had sent his back with a little note that said, “With pleasure.” Tommy had merely sent his back without comment.

That was a relief. He was no longer bound to either of those two assholes. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to marry them in the first place.

Well, okay. He did. He was far away from home, lonely and willing to connect with anyone who would fuck him.

He was getting ready to call Chrissy to her the good news when the phone rang under his hand.

Eddie frowned at it for a moment, before he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” the familiar voice sounded through the cell phone.

“This is he,” he replied, still confused.

“If you want to divorce me, you asshole,” Steve spat, “then have the fucking courage to tell me to my face.”

“Steve?” Eddie asked, his confusion still there, but for a different reason now. How did he get his number?

“Yeah,” Steve hissed. “Remember me? The man you left for fame and fortune? How is that going, by the way?”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “You know full well we broke up, I know Dustin still talks to you.”

He could hear Steve snap his fingers. “That’s right. You broke up. And until you tell me to my face you want to do the same, you take your annulment and shove it up your ass.”

“Stevie...” Eddie pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Stevie’ me,” Steve growled. “Fuck you.”

And the phone went dead then Eddie turned his phone around to see that yes, Steve had disconnected the call.

“Fuck.”

Eddie called Chrissy with the news. Two yeses and a ‘fuck you’.

“All right, Ed,” she said. “There is more to this than you’ve been telling me, so you are coming over to my apartment with the annulments you got and you are going to spill. Capeesh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she huffed and then hung up.

Looked like today was hang up on Eddie day. He sat down at the table both annulments spread out in front of him and buried his head in his hands.

After a few minutes of allowing himself to break down, he picked up the papers and grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone.

Time to face the music.

Chrissy opened the door with a scowl, but softened when she saw how miserable Eddie looked.

He handed her the annulments and she put them her bag to take to work so that they could be filed with county clerk.

“Tell me about Steve Harrington.”

So Eddie did.

He told her about how they had bonded over a bunch of kids. Kids Steve had used to babysit, but once they got into high school came under Eddie’s wing as leader and DM of the D&D club called The Hellfire Club. How they had gotten together and when Massachusetts made it legal, him, Steve, Jeff, and Steve’s best friend Robin all drove out to Boston and Steve and he got married in a little court house.

“My Uncle Wayne was pissed he wasn’t there,” Eddie said. “But it was spur of the moment thing. We drove all night and got there that afternoon. We put on little suits and let the judge say his words.”

“That sounds sweet, so what happened?”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Gareth graduated from high school and we got an offer to record an album in New York.”

“Why didn’t he go with you?” she asked gently.

Eddie rubbed his nose. “Because the kids still had two years left of school. He wanted to be there for them. A couple of them didn’t have good home lives and he wanted to make sure they had someone they could count on. We fought about it. Hard.”

“I’m sorry, cher,” she whispered giving his arm a squeeze.

“God,” Eddie said, his voice cracking. “The things we said to each other. It was bad, Chris.”

“And now he won’t sign the papers?” she asked.

He shook his head. “He told me the only way he’d sign anything is I came back to Hawkins and handed it to him myself.”

Chrissy nodded. “All right,” she said, “here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get a proper divorce degree written up, making sure it’s worded so he knows you won’t be going after any assets he has and then you are taking a week off of work and going down there and facing him. Because holy fucking hell, Ed, he deserves some kind of closure as do you.”

Eddie let out a heartbreaking sigh. “I don’t know if I can face him, Chris. God, I put everything else before him and broke his heart. He always wanted this big wedding. A beautiful reception where all our friends and loved ones were there. A beautiful grey morning jacket with a proper boutonniere and saying his vows across from the one he loved. And instead he got an empty court house and broken promises from a screw up like me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and let him sob into her shoulder.

“Which is why you need to go down there and give him that closure,” she murmured, “so that he can have all that with someone else. Someone who isn’t afraid.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, just let me know when it’s ready and I’ll take one of my vacation weeks to go to Hawkins, Indiana.”

Chrissy winced. “Maybe don’t sound like you’re going to your funeral, yeah?”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned he was going to a funeral. Maybe not his own, but the death of the first real relationship he ever had and if somehow he made it out alive, he was never going to be the same again.

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metal band steve au for WIP wednesday por favor 🥰

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Other asks here, here.

Hello! This was a very pleasant surprise in my inbox today!

Snippet

Shane and Spence shared a surprised glance.

“Yeah, okay,” Spence admitted. “I see what you mean. Our sound is more Nu Metal than thrash.”

“I would say your sound is more Disturbed more recent work,” Bob said. “Less screaming and more focused on the vocals. So we’re going to focus on that. You’ve got some great songs in here. Stuff the other guy didn’t want to touch. Some of the more blatantly queer stuff. Who’s your writer?”

Spence and Shane raised their hands.

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i just wanted to say thank you to every fanfic writer out there.

thank you for writing what others haven't, what others can't, what others won't.

thank you for writing what can be judged and hated, but writing it all the same.

thank you for indulging in something that you love and allowing the rest of us to love it with you.

if you have one kudos or one thousand, one comment or one hundred, one bookmark or fifty, i love each and every one of you for writing them.

thank you.

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okay i'm about to go on a little mini ramble here so just be warned. i had a long day at work followed by an almost 3 hr long staff meeting and i am feeling my feelings. the main feeling is frustration so..

cw: discussion of active shooting below

we had one of our monthly mandatory staff meetings after work today. for a little context, i work with small children in a childcare setting. we're located in a small town with a small building. there are 5 main classrooms altogether, with an open area for school aged children. our meeting today was over active shooter protocols and training.

one of the things i hate most about living in the US is that this is something we have to worry about. this is something we have to think about and go over. we had the chief of police and another officer come in to discuss what we should do in general, and then did a walk thru of the entire building to go over specifics of what we could use and where we could go in the event that something happened. with all of the dcfs regulations, our options are limited.

the chief told us himself that he's never thought about doing these kinds of trainings in childcare centers before. they do them in the schools at least once a year. this is the first time either of them have really stepped foot in our building. i think it was really eye opening to him to come in and see our set up and talk to us and hear our questions and concerns. there were so many times where they suggested something we could have or do that we had to say "we can't do that here. it's against dcfs regulations"

i hate that i had to ask what my best option was if i was in my classroom by myself with five small children. bc i often am by myself, and five is our ratio of students per teacher.

the fact that we had to do any of this at all is sickening. we shouldn't have to think through every possible scenario and decide how we would keep our kids safe. these shouldn't be questions we have to ask ourselves, but we do. we have to have these discussions, just in case. bc god forbid it does happen and we aren't prepared.

anyway i'm sorry this is pretty intense. i'm just so frustrated by the state of this country right now. i shouldn't HAVE to think about these things, and yet i do. i have to ask these questions and have discussions with other teachers about what we would do, where we would go, how we can help each other. it's just a lot. and there's still so much work to be done in order to make sure we're as prepared as we can be.

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Raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized by tumblr refreshing while you’re in the middle of reading a one shot causing you to lose it forever. So many incredible stories that I never got to finish 😭😭