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The Most Effective Bins for Self-Storage

With all of the work that goes into packing and moving, it's understandable that the type of boxes you'll be using to store your belongings is the last thing on your mind. 

However, when packing anything for storage, you must consider the type of bins and boxes you'll use. Otherwise, you risk damaging valuables and sentimental items stored in flimsy boxes that are easily damaged.

If you are planning a move or are in the process of packing items for storage, read our guide below to find out what boxes you should use for your storage needs.

Cardboard Boxes Are a low-Cost Option

Cardboard boxes typically take less space than plastic bins. They are collapsible, meaning you can fold them and store them conveniently in your home. Many people choose to use cardboard boxes because of the low cost. If you require 20 large containers, cardboard will be the most cost-effective option.

We recommend cardboard boxes for temporary or large-scale storage when the cost is the most critical factor. Moving is one of the most common applications for cardboard boxes. If you're planning on moving your home or business from point A to point B, you'll most likely need many boxes to pack and transport your belongings. If you plan on packing and unpacking in a hurry, cardboard boxes will save you money over plastic bins.

Essential Plastic Boxes to Keep Moisture Out

Plastic bins are ideal storage boxes because they are easily stackable and protect your belongings from moisture, heat, and anything else that may try to get inside. They are more expensive than cardboard boxes, but because they are relatively indestructible, you will get much more use out of them. You also don't need packing tape because plastic bins are self-sealable.

If you're only doing short-term storage, you might not want to spend the money on plastic bins, especially since you won't be able to break them down and store them when they're not in use. However, for long-term storage, they are an excellent choice, especially if your items will store in an uncontrolled environment.

While the type of storage bins you use may not seem important, it can directly impact the lifespan of your belongings. Furthermore, you don't want to risk damaging or losing important documents, expensive furniture, expensive jewellery, and other valuables. Choose not only the best storage conditions but also the best self-storage boxes.

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The Cabin in the Woods

Eddie Munson x Reader 11,339 words

Warnings: natural disasters, death/dying (no character death), medical gore, medicinal drug use, use of Y/N but VERY minimal, no beta.

Synopsis: Something is very wrong in Hawkins and Eddie isn’t answering the phone. A story featuring heavy metal concerts, medical attention, mutual pining, and a cabin in the woods.

Author's Note: Follows canon except they do defeat Vecna – whose final act is the ‘earthquake.’ Set primarily in Hopper’s cabin. I used this website as a floorplan reference. We're pretending it's not as trashed as it is in the show.

Part One: Chrissy Cunningham was Dead

Chrissy Cunningham was dead. She was beautiful, with slightly crooked teeth and sparkly eyes. Her face was all over the news on Saturday morning. A small town golden girl was murdered overnight. Eddie wasn’t answering the phone.

The next day the news came straight from Hawkins again. Fred Benson wore glasses and worked on the high school’s newspaper. He was the sole survivor of a tragic car wreck only to die at the hands of, what the reporter called, a serial killer. Eddie wasn’t answering the phone.

On Monday you went to work and listened to people filter through gossip. The girl died at a trailer park. Some drug dealer’s house. Eddie wasn’t answering the phone.

On Tuesday your mother came home and said, “Did you hear? Turns out they found the boy on the road right near that trailer park.” Eddie wasn’t answering the phone.

He wasn’t answering the goddamn phone for four days straight and there were two dead kids from his town, maybe from his trailer park. Eddie was entirely M.I.A. while Fred Benson and Chrissy Cunningham were dead.

Part Two: In a Fairer World

In a fairer world, you would have grown up in the same shitty small town as Eddie Munson. Alas, you were banished to your own equally shitty and small Indianan town. It meant you didn’t have Eddie to keep you company during lunch periods or ask you to the school dance. It meant you remained lonely for most of your teen years. It meant that the only time you got to spend with Eddie was when your paths crossed at metal shows in Indianapolis or Chicago.

It was in the depths of a cold 1984 winter that you and Eddie first officially met. You had seen each other around, noting the presence of another teen that had snuck into the show or club, but you hadn’t ever spoken. Then, on a particularly bitter night, you and Eddie found yourselves in the same hiding spot.

You’d clocked the bouncers of the venue doing periodical laps inside, spot checking IDs. They only bothered when the air was stale and frozen like it was then. Annoyed, you swiped an open jar of maraschino cherries from behind the bar and ducked your way into a small storage room, no bigger than a broom closet.

It was dark but warm. You were pleasantly buzzed and snacking away when the door opened and another body jumped in, bumping into you with a yelp.

“Fuck! Sorry!” Eddie said but made no move to leave the cramped space. You listened to him feel around the door and wall, then the space was illuminated. He turned to look at you.

“Huh,” was all you said at the revelation of there being a light in the room.

“They’re checking IDs,”

“Yeah,” you replied. “That’s… why I’m in ‘ere,”

“Yeah… Um. You want me to go… or…?”

You shook your head no. “How old are you?” you asked.

“Seventeen. Just,” he answered honestly. “You?”

“Sixteen.”

You swapped names and hometowns, then when the coast was clear went your separate ways.

Between ’84 and ’85 you and Eddie danced around each other. Polite nods and manic grins when you slammed into each other in mosh pits. By March of ’85, you became friends. When there was a show, you’d call each other beforehand to plan the night. City meet ups before and 24/7 diner fries after. Something shifted by the end of ’85.  

While you had graduated, Eddie was repeating again. He was still his usual self, but he had pulled away from you a little. It hurt, because you were desperate to see him. It was scary, finishing high school and tumbling into the adult world. You wanted the routine of Eddie and gigs. Also, somewhere along the line your feelings about Eddie had become different than platonic.

Between the hours of phone calls, the hand holding as you ran through crowds together, and the conversations had while sitting on the curb about all the things the future could hold, you fell in love.

You figured it was one sided. If Eddie loved you back, he would have kissed you. He would have said something, even by accident. He wouldn’t have pulled away at all.

By the spring of 1986 you hadn’t seen Eddie in a couple of months. In the rare phone call, he said he was trying his hardest to graduate. There was one class he had to get credits for, even a D would secure him the high school diploma that had alluded him. Like you always did, you offered to help with homework and edit essays and do anything for him, but like always he laughed the offer off, saying that the teachers would be able to tell his own scribblings from your intelligent words.

You hated when Eddie talked shit about himself. Luckily, it wasn’t too often; given his history and current status as his town’s resident freak, he did surprisingly well at the whole self-esteem thing. There were cracks in the facade though. Deep seated ideas about his worth. Self-deprecating jokes. It hurt to know things like that lived somewhere in him while he lived in a place determined to make his life shitty.

Despite knowing just how much Hawkins misunderstood Eddie, and despite hearing the rumours of a trailer park, you still couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Hiding from parents who were asking when you were going to move out, you had been flicking through television channels on the couch in the basement. The couch was musty, with wet patches that never seemed to dry. The T.V. set was old and staticky. Still, it was better than being upstairs.

You stopped on the news to watch a segment on the violence in the Gulf of Sidra between the U.S. and Libya. There were no American casualties. While you were wondering if there were Libyan deaths, the news anchor was shuffling his papers.

“And now to local news. Small town Indiana has been rocked by another in a series of violent murders. Patrick McKinney brings the body count to three, and with rumours of Satanism, Hawkins, population 13,400, is once again in the spotlight.”

The story played out. A reporter in the field stood outside the boundary lines of Forest Hills Trailer Park. “This is a town all too familiar with murder and mystery,” she said. A photograph of a teenage girl named Barbara. Another of the missing child Will Byers. A mall fire. More deaths. More misery.

Frozen in place, your skin broke out in goosebumps and your mouth went dry. Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes and butterflies scraped their razorblade wings across the lining of your stomach.

“And now, three more deaths can be added to the tally, but what has profoundly shaken this quiet town is the thought of a murderer in their midst.”

It cut to a teenager in a green varsity jacket with a microphone held out to him. “We always knew he would do something like this. Guy’s a total freak,” the teen said.

“And the rumour of Satanism?” asked the reporter, aiming the mic back at the teen.

“Oh, yeah. He listens to that devil music and he’s the leader of a cult. They’re called Hellfire.”

Before your brain had a chance to connect the dots for itself, Eddie’s photo was on the screen. The reporter’s voice was steady and sure as she said, “Edward ‘Eddie’ Munson is a twenty-year-old who attends Hawkins High. He is law enforcement’s prime suspect. The first victim was located inside his residence here at Forest Hills Trailer Park, and a witness claims to have seen Munson in the vicinity of the third victim at the time of their death. Munson lives with his uncle, who has declined an interview.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you began to rock back and forth in an attempt to self-sooth. You didn’t register it, but you whimpered as you watched the closing of the news report.

“Are the people of Hawkins cursed? Has the occult been attracted to an already traumatised town? Or is this simply the work of a disturbed young man? Law enforcement is asking all residents of Hawkins and surrounding areas to remain vigilant. Do not approach any suspects. Call your local police department or Crime Stoppers with any information you may have. We will keep you updated on any developments.”

The screen cut back to the news anchor, who moved on to banter with the weatherman. It felt like all the air and sound in the basement had been sucked out in a vacuum. You couldn’t breathe. Your vision was blurry. You were going to puke.

Making it to your bedroom, you threw yourself into your small bathroom and curled up on the cool tiles. There were tears but you weren’t properly crying. Every tiny spark of energy in you was dedicated to figuring out what the absolute fuck you had just seen.

It wasn’t possible, you knew that. Eddie had been generous and sweet since you met him. He was respectful and got pissed when people didn’t observe metal gig etiquette. He pulled people out the mosh when they needed help. He’d bought you more bottles of water than you could count. Eddie was so deeply a lover, not a fighter.

So, no, there wasn’t even a split second where you thought he was guilty. It was simply instantaneous terror for where he was and what would happen once the pitchfork wielding townspeople or the trigger happy cops found him.

A knock on your bedroom door snapped you from your spiraling.

“What?” you yelled.

“What’s with all the door slamming?” your dad’s voice yelled back.

“Nothing. Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

There was a pause. “You okay?”

You sat up and breathed out. “Yeah. Sorry,”

“Alright…”

It wasn’t until you heard his boots walk down the hall that you got up and moved to the telephone next to your bed. Eddie’s number was still connected, but it rang and rang like it had for days. You tried it all night, but there was no answer.

Sleep came in short restless bursts. The following day you got sent home from work early for crying in the bathroom. You apologised and made up a story about a death in the family, earning you a week off.

After another sleepless night, nobody picking up the phone, and all the catastrophising your brain could do, you thought it couldn’t get any worse.

When you emerged late in the morning for breakfast, you found your parents in the living room watching a breaking news story.

“There’s only twenty-two confirmed casualties so far but it’s… it’s bad here, John,” the corresponded said. They were crossing from what appeared to be some sort of natural disaster.

“Are we sure it was an earthquake?” John from the studio asked.

“That’s what the authorities are saying. Seismologists say 7.4. The townsfolk though, they seem to be asking questions.”

“What happened?” you asked your parents.

“Earthquake hit… Did you feel anything?” your mum replied.

“What do you mean?”

“It was here. Indiana.”

Somehow, you knew.

“I didn’t feel anything… Are we even on bloody tectonic plates?” your dad said.

“That poor town,”

“Something going on there, let me tell you. I was talking to Bill at work. He’s got a cousin out that way. Says the whole place has been swarming with feds, even before this,”

“Because of the murders?” she asked.

“That and everything else.”

The back and forth between your parents was making your blood run cold, you shushed them and turned up the television.

“We’re hearing now that a suspect is in custody for the recent string of murders, but it seems like Hawkins has bigger problems,”

“Yeah, John, the people are banding together to help neighbours out. We’ve seen federal support mobilise quickly. But nobody has forgotten about Eddie Munson and the occult murders,”

“He’s in custody?”

“We can’t confirm if it’s him, but we’ve been assured a suspect has been taken in,”

“Right, and the earthquake - what can people at home do to help?”

A phone number appeared on screen with a call to donate funds to help Hawkins rebuild. The sound of your parents discussing an appropriate amount to give, then finding their credit cards, then calling the number, then being annoyed at joining a queue, became white noise.

Whatever was happening in your brain was all happening on a subconscious level. You were standing still, not a single thought in your mind. Just a shell, waiting for something to come from deeper within yourself to move you.

Suddenly, “I… have to go. I have to go.”

Flying down the hall and into your bedroom, you were throwing random articles of clothing and toiletries into a bag while your parents were still on hold. When you ripped back through the house, your mum noticed the frenzy and started to trail you. Kitchen, fridge, apple, a couple of cans of Dr Pepper. Cupboard, chips. Hallway, keys. You only stopped when your mum yelled your name.

“What?!”

“What are you doing?!”

“I… I have a friend. In Hawkins. I have to go,”

“No, no you don’t. They’ve said not to go. It’s too dangerous. There’s a number you can call to find friends and family,”

“You don’t understand. I have to go. I have to.”

The expression on your mother’s face was fear. Your dad appeared and his was all confusion. For a second you considered saying that the friend was Eddie, but logic reasoned a second later.

“I’m going,” you asserted, holding the keys in your hand tighter and taking a step backwards toward the door. “I’m sorry.” And you bolted out the front door and into your car.

In a fairer world, you would have grown up in the same shitty town as Eddie. In a fairer world, whatever was haunting Hawkins would have never existed. In a fairer world, Eddie would have loved you like you loved him. Alas, the world was unfair in far more ways than you could have even begun to imagine.

Part Two: The Drive to Hawkins

The drive to Hawkins was long and lonely. The route bypassed Indianapolis and looped around to continue to the other side of the state. Despite the authority’s warning, it seemed like hundreds of people were lined up to get into the small town. The roads were at a standstill and you spent the night behind the wheel.

You caught a few hours of sleep before being woken by the horns of the cars behind you. That process repeated itself until almost midday the next day. By the time you hit Hawkins’ welcome sign, you were close to peeing yourself and exhausted beyond belief.

Parked at a playground and barbeque area, went to the toilet, and made an attempt to wash your face and armpits. It was when you were reading a tourist information board that it dawned on you that you had no idea where to start. Looking around, you felt like you were at the epicenter of chaos.

Smoke was still billowing in the sky on the horizon. The sound of sirens was constantly audible. There were cars and people everywhere. If you focused on the noise, you could hear crying. The news was right – Hawkins was a cursed place.

“Okay, okay,” you said to yourself. “Okay.”

If Eddie had been arrested, it was unlikely he would be allowed visitors. At the very least though, you may get some information. If he hadn’t been arrested, if justice had prevailed in the so-called-land of the free, then you could try Forest Hills after.

Normally, going anywhere near a cop shop was a hard no, but for Eddie, you’d do it.

When you got to the closest station, you realised how hard the task in front of you was going to be. You had to park blocks away, walking through crowds of people looking for missing loved ones, and past tents of what you feared were body bags.

“Sorry, excuse me?” you said to someone official-looking woman holding a clipboard. They were trying to answer multiple people’s questions. You waited patiently until it became clear that manners couldn’t co-exist with an environment like that. “I’m looking for someone,”

“Everyone is, honey. Check the board for names. Black one has photos of bodies. Red one is for missing people. You see someone you recognise, bring the photo to me. If they’re already on the red board, nothing more you can do.”

There was a third possibility that you legitimately hadn’t thought of, one worse than being wrongfully arrested. What if Eddie had died in the earthquake?

You started to cry, but you were just one person in a sea of misery. Nobody stopped to see if you were okay. Nobody looked at you like you were being weird in public. You were just another grief-stricken person.

After powerwalking back to your car and throwing yourself into the backseat to curl up, you sobbed for what felt like hours. When you calmed down and poke your head up, only minutes had been spent. Fifteen at most.

You climbed over the centre console to sit back in the driver’s seat. You wound your window down and rummaged through your bag for some tissues. Wetting some with the last of your bottled water, you washed your face.

There were still people everywhere, and you could make out a conversation happening close.

“What do we do now?” a small voice asked.

You glanced at your side mirror and watched as a man and woman embraced.

“I don’t know… They said search parties are being organised over at the school…” the man replied.

“I just want to find her,”

“I know… I know. Me too… Let’s just… Just go there. Heard it’s been set up with food and water too. You need to eat something,”

“I’m not hungry… I just want to find her.” The woman began to cry.

It felt wrong to be listening to their conversation, but there was nowhere to go. You saw the couple begin to walk. The woman seemed frail and the man had a scarf tied around his leg. Even through the mirror’s reflection you could tell he was injured.

“Excuse me!” you called after them, sticking half your body out the window. “Do you need a ride?”

Maybe manners couldn’t function, but humanity certainly could.

The man nodded and did not hesitate as he pulled the woman along and got her into the back seat. He slid in next to her.

“Thank you,”

“Yeah. No worries… Um, where do you need to go?” you asked, playing dumb.

The man directed you to the school. You dropped them off at the front door before driving back down the block in search of somewhere to park. The drive had been silent save for the directions. Every part of you was crying out to ask if they knew Eddie. Did they know where he was? Was he okay?

As you approached the school on foot, you read the signs someone had made out of pieces of plywood and a can of spray paint. Search parties and missing people information were inside the main building. First aid and immediate supplies were inside the gymnasium. Not knowing what to do, you flipped a coin in your head, and walked in the gym.

It felt calmer inside. Cots were set up for the injured. It seemed this was triage for the not mortally wounded. Nobody was screaming in agony. Volunteers were handing out cups of water and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Across the space more volunteers were sorting donations of blankets, toys, and other items. The room was lined with pinboards covered in missing people posters. There were people in fluorescent vests giving orders and answering questions. It had only been about 36-ish hours since the earthquake, but already the operation to help was well underway.

You made your way around to where the donations were being collated and organised. A girl looked up as you approached the table. “Hi! What do you need?” she asked. “We’ve got pillows and blankets. Jackets too?”

“Oh, ah, no. I’m okay… I was actually looking for a friend.” You saw her face drop and her mouth open as if she was trying to work out how to redirect you. Before she could, you said, “Not like, a missing friend. I don’t think he’s missing. I just, um, can’t get a hold of him… So, I was maybe looking for someone that knows him? Like a friend?”

“Oh… Well, it is a small town. Everyone knows everyone. What’s their name?”

You hated that you hesitated. “Eddie… Munson.”

The girl was startled at even his name. There were people around who looked over at the mention of Eddie too.

“Don’t you know what he did?”

“He didn’t hurt anyone,”

“That’s not what everyone says,” she replied, the earlier kindness in her voice entirely gone.

“They’re wrong.”

The girl’s expression fell neutral and she stared at you.

“Do you know where he is? Was he arrested?”

It was clear she was deciding if she wanted to give you the information or not. “No,” she eventually offered. “Everyone reckons he did some freak witchcraft shit to get out of it. Cops say they have the real killer and everything.”

You bit your tongue. Starting a fight in an earthquake crisis centre was not a good look. “Okay, so he should be at home?”

The girl shrugged. Despite her intentions, she had been helpful. You left her without a word more and headed for the exit.

You didn’t get far before someone was yelling after you. At first you didn’t respond, thinking they were calling for someone else. “Hey! Ah, hey, miss?!” But then they said, “You know Eddie?”

Spinning, you took a step towards the guy. He was around your age and had a pretty face. He wore a clean blue sweater and seemed relatively put together considering everything happening around him.

“Is he okay? Do you know where he is?”

The guy looked you up and down conspicuously. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” you parroted immediately.

“Sorry… It’s just… There’s a lot of people looking for him… Not all, you know-” He shook his hands in a gesture that meant nothing to you. “Not all friendly,”

“Are you his friend? What’s your name,”

“Steve. I’m Steve… I guess, yeah… Yeah, I’d say we’re friends… New friends, but friends. Been through some… stuff together. Really bonds two guys. People! Two… People. Two separate people…”

“Steve? He’s never mentioned a Steve,”

“Yeah, ah, like I said – new friends,” Steve said tilting his head to the side. “You’re not from Hawkins, are you?”

You shook your head. “I see him in Indy. We go to shows together-”

“Oh! Yeah! No, he talked about you… Which, all things considered, it’s gotta mean something. Not a lot of casual conversation in the middle of all this,” he said, motioning to the surrounding chaos. Steve saw your sad eyes, the tiredness written all over your face. The pins on your jacket. The boots. He was sharper than people gave him credit for and was appropriately suspicious of things. There was a feeling though, a flutter of empathy. “Y/N, right?”

“Yes. Please. Is he okay? I need to see him.”

Steve folded his arms across his chest and nodded. “My shift here isn’t over, but I’ll call someone. They can take you to him,”

“Thank you. Yes. Thank you.” You jumped at Steve, holding him in a hug.

He was unprepared and slow to react. “Ah, yeah, yeah. You’re welcome. Just go sit over there somewhere.”

Saying nothing else, just nodding eagerly, you followed Steve’s instructions, walking down the sidewalk to sit near the school’s bike racks.

It took less than two minutes before the sounds of everything started to pin prick at your heart and lungs. Despair and desperation. You wished you had your headphones, a mixtape made by Eddie and sent through the mail to keep you company, but the batteries in your Walkman were long dead after the drive to Hawkins.

Part Three: “Are You Eddie’s Girlfriend?”

“Are you Eddie’s girlfriend?”

Dustin Henderson was exactly how Eddie described. You recognised the boy before he finished turning into the car park on his bike. Even under his Thinking Cap, his hair was trademark. He beamed at you as he came to a stop, asking the question like it wasn’t going to throw you into inner turmoil.

“Ah… We’re friends,”

“That’s what he says but…” He paused to wriggle his eyebrows.

You stood up and brushed grass off your pants. “Where is he?”

“You got a car? It’s too far to go with you on the handlebars.” Dustin smiled when you nodded. He got off his bike and took a long time trying to get it to fit in the back of your car.

As the kid directed you out of the heart of Hawkins, you were relieved that you didn’t have to think of things to say. Dustin had that covered. It started with a question, “So, earthquake, huh?” It was as if he was testing you.

“Yeah? I’m… uh, sorry? That how you hurt your leg? Is, is your house okay?” you replied.

“It wasn’t an earthquake…” He paused to gauge your reaction. You kept your eyes on the road and said nothing. “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They’re not entirely wrong.”

He told the story of three boys searching for their fourth. A story of monsters and heroes, love and hope.

“He was just with the wrong person at the wrong time,” Dustin told you, introducing Eddie into lore. “The first person that died, the one that started all this, was Chrissy. You probably saw her on the news. She went to Eddie’s to buy drugs and that’s when he got her.”

There was a foreignness in how Dustin said ‘buy drugs,’ and even with all he had been through, that alone was a reminder of the fact he was just a kid.

“He?”

“Vecna. The bad guy. He killed her and Eddie was there,”

“Right. And everyone thought he did it,”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded. “Turn left up here. All of this, the ‘earthquake’ and everything, is Vecna.”

You took the left and slowed down, the road unpaved and winding into a wooded area. As Dustin continued to give you directions, adding more fantastical details about Hawkins and his friends, you began to worry more and more.

“Wait, wait. So, if Vecna is, like, dead or whatever… and Eddie has been cleared, why are we driving into the middle of a forest? Why’s Eddie hiding?”

For the first time in the conversation, Dustin seemed like he didn’t want to speak.

“Dustin?”

“Ah…”

“What’s wrong? What happened to him?”

“Can I just say that you’re handling all this very well,”

“Dustin!”

“I mean, it’s a lot,”

“Dustin. What happened to Eddie?”

Dustin sighed, looking out the window and spotting the end of the road up ahead. “He tried to be a hero.”

You glanced at the kid, then rolled to a stop.

“Maybe he should tell you this part,” Dustin said.

When you looked at each other, you could see the trauma Dustin hid behind a quick wit and years of living in flight or fight mode. He deserved a break; you nodded.

“Yeah, alright,”

“He’s pretty beat up. He’s gotta be in more pain than he’ll admit. Maybe… maybe you can help with that,”

“Should he be in a hospital?”

“Yeah, definitely. He made up some crap about how someone more in need deserved the bed.” Dustin frowned.

Cutting the engine, you got out of the car. The sound of Dustin pulling his bike out drew your attention.

“What now?”

“The path is pretty clear. Just follow it up,”

“You’re not coming?”

“Nah. If I’m gone long, Mom will freak out,”

“Can’t blame her… You sure you should ride that far? With your leg, I mean,”

“I’m fine. Stronger than I look, you know. We’ll bring supplies tomorrow morning. Everyone will wanna meet you too.”

Did Eddie really talk about you that much?

“Okay,”

“See ya, Y/N.”

Dustin rode off back the way you’d come. You stood watching until he was completely out of sight and sound. It was eerily quiet in the woods then.

The walk was only a few minutes. The path led to a small structure that didn’t look like a place for a hero at all.

As you climbed the steps to the cabin, you noted all the missing nails and rotten wood. At the door you held a hand up to knock, then hesitated.

Fuck.

You breathed in deeply then knocked, calling out, “Eddie?” in a weird sort of yell-whisper. The sound cut through the serenity of nature, making you cringe. With a shaking hand, you opened the door, pushing it inward, grateful it didn’t squeak with rust.

The place was small. Directly to your left was a bathroom and to your right a kitchenette. A small living room was ahead, with a door open wide on the opposite wall; you could see it was a bedroom, the bed made and most of the floor space taken up by boxes. The final door, adjacent to the kitchen, moved; you watched it open slowly.

From the darkness, Eddie emerged to lean his weight on the doorframe. His hair was tied in a messy bun, and he wore track pants and a long-sleeved flannel shirt that was at least three times too big for him. Part of his face was covered with bandages, and he had deep lines under his eyes that you’d never seen him with, not even when he was his most hungover.

“Y/N?” Eddie’s voice was croaky, his throat dry. He looked confused and dazed. You were the last person he expected to see.

You were across the room and reaching out for him before he could warn you. As soon as you grabbed him, he winced and made the same sound a puppy does when you accidentally step on his tail.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Sorry. Fuck. Are you okay? Sorry.”

Eddie tried to control the pain, but it kept hold, forcing a contorted expression to linger on his face. You stepped away from him.

“Eddie- I’m- Oh my god,” you breathed out. “What’s happening? What happened? Are you- Fuck.” You didn’t know where to start or what to say. Suddenly, your mouth was moving before you had a chance to censor or edit yourself. “I saw the news. I tried to call but when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I… I freaked out,”

“How-” Eddie tried to ask, but the pain was rolling down his spine.

“Dustin,” you replied. “Um, I was…” Totally and utterly terrified for Eddie. Unable to go on with life without knowing he was safe. No, not just knowing. Seeing him for yourself. “I went to the school, ‘cause it’s all set up as a crisis centre or whatever. I asked someone about you, and a guy named Steve heard. He called Dustin for me. He showed me the way here.”

Eddie managed a small nod. “He outside?”

“No. He had his bike when we met up. We had it in my car and he rode it home. Just us… Should you sit? Back to bed?” you asked, trying to look behind him into the room he’d come from.

Carefully, he turned around and retreated. You followed along behind him, turning the light on as you entered the room. Eddie stood over the bed, and before you could work out how to help, he just let himself fall onto the mattress. He hissed and clenched his teeth, screwing his eyes shut so tightly that it made you shudder.

The single bed was old, low to the ground. You knelt and gently took one of Eddie’s hands. Looking around the room, you began to understand the gravity of the situation.

On the bedside table was a mountain of different medications – antibiotics and painkillers and other things you didn’t recognise. There were bottles of water next to the bed, empty ones thrown about the room. Some evidence of food, but mostly unfinished packets of chips and cookies. Sitting on a table against the opposite wall was a box of medical supplies, and next to that a pile of bloody and gore covered bandages and tissues. The final piece of the puzzle was a bucket under the bed that you couldn’t see into but you guessed was for pee.

“Eddie… When did you last take anything for the pain?”

You thought about what Dustin had said. If Eddie was in more pain than he let on, he probably wasn’t taking a reasonable amount of painkillers.

His eyes fluttered open, and he slowly turned his head to face you. When he glanced at the bedside table, he pulled a face. “Dunno.”

You were confident that it was a significant time ago. “Okay, well, we’re taking some now,”

“M’fine,”

“No. No, you’re not. You’re the least fine I have ever seen anybody in my life. Eddie, whatever happened, this is… insanely fucked. Please, just take some of this and-” A shaky breath in. “And you can tell me what the hell is happening.” 

You studied his face. The patch bandage on Eddie’s face wasn’t a clean white. You could see whatever wound was beneath it was still actively bleeding. He had dirt and grime around his hairline. His lips were chapped badly and now close to him, you could see knots in his hair were matted. Whatever happened forty-eight hours ago when the ‘earthquake’ happened, Eddie still wasn’t clean of it.

His big brown eyes met yours and he gave in, opening his mouth. You put two oxycodone tablets in his mouth. He swallowed them dry.

You sat with him, holding his hand for a little while longer. Eventually, when his breathing had settled into a healthier rhythm and it looked like he’d stopped clenching every muscle in his body, you said, “I’m going to, um, clean up a bit, then when those kick in I’m moving you to the couch out there, or the other bed. You need to get out of this room.”

Eddie made the smallest of nods, and you watched him close his eyes and zone out again.

Turning the light off and leaving the bedroom, you closed the door behind you and leaned your back against it, holding in a sob that was trying to claw its way out your chest. It hadn’t been the reunion you’d pictured. You had no idea what had happened to Eddie, or how hurt he was, but letting your mind try to fill in the blanks was a bad idea.

“Okay,” you said to yourself with a nod.

The cabin wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought. It was old and in need of updating and repairing, but it wasn’t leaking or covered in mould. Finding cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink, you wiped down surfaces and collected all the trash into a bag. It became clear that if Eddie was bedridden, other people were spending a lot of time there. The garbage, the blankets and pillows on the couches, and the dishes drying in a rack told you enough.

The sun was beginning to set as you cooked a vegetable stew. A lot of veggies were in their final days of edibleness, and that way you could put some in the freezer for easy meals later. Later? You caught yourself in the thought; how long did you think you were staying? Did Eddie even want you to be there at all?

You set a bowl of stew down on the old wooden chest that served as a coffee table in front of the couch.

“Eddie,” you called, going back into the bedroom. “I’m turning the light back on… Has the oxy kicked in?”

Eddie looked at you, more lucid than before. You could see his pupils were blown. He shrugged a little, trying to sit up.

“Okay. That’s better than no. Come on. Food’s ready.”

He looked at you like he wasn’t sure you were real. When you held your hands out to him, he took them and let you gently pull him up. He walked slowly, then sat on the couch at equal speed.

You moved the bowl from the table to his lap, checking it wasn’t hot to touch.

“You good?”

Eddie nodded as he looked at the stew, picking up the spoon.

The first thing you did in the bedroom was strip the bed. There was no washing machine in the cabin, so you balled all the linen up in another big garbage bag. Next went all the trash and the bucket under the bed. You swept the floor and wiped down the bedside table and the desk. All the medical supplies found new homes in the bathroom, and you went through the duffle bag of clothes to determine what needed washing and what could be folded neatly onto the desk.

The springtime air was crisp, but you opened the window anyway. With the room airing out, you closed the door to protect the rest of the cabin from the cold.

Eddie had eaten all the stew. It gave you an albeit small but no less real sense of peace. If he could eat, he’d be okay. As you took the bowl to fill again, you spoke.

“Dustin is exactly how you described him, by the way,”

“How was he?” Eddie asked.

“I mean, I don’t know him… but… he was weirdly… chipper? No boundaries? Inappropriate?”

“That’s him… He shouldn’t be riding his bike,”

“His leg?” you guessed.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah,”

“What happened?”

Eddie went quiet, took the second bowl of stew you handed him. He started to eat.

“He told me about everything. Well, not everything everything. Just everything before… Whatever happened to you… But about, um, Vecna? And the upside down. And Chrissy.”

Eddie’s eyes looked for anywhere that wasn’t where you were sat on the couch next to his.

When Eddie thought of you, he thought of heavy metal crowds and cheap beer and being the person he wanted to be. He thought of how you were escapism from the shitty life he had. How you thought he was cool and funny and good enough to be a friend. How you sounded over the phone late at night, all sleepy and cute. How you looked dressed for a gig. Eddie never wanted you to be in Hawkins. He never wanted you to see him in the context of his everyday life.

Of all the fucked up things that had happened over the past week, having that pure, beautiful, escapism taken away from him might be the worse.

“You don’t have to stay and… look after me or whatever,” Eddie said. Although there were some bitter tones in his voice, he mostly sounded sad.

He’d been in and out of consciousness for forty-eight hours. Things slipped from the dreaming into reality. Demobats in the corner of the bedroom. Lightning as the fridge opened. You, holding his hands and making him stew. But you were real, Eddie was only just fully becoming aware of it. He was confused by your presence, and ashamed of what you were seeing.

You were meant to know Eddie at his best and most beautiful. Not this. Not this broken and hollowed-out version.

“I know that… And, um, I know it’s kind of weird for me to just show up. Since we’re not like…”

Eddie looked up, afraid you were about to say that you weren’t friends at all. “It’s not weird.”

You smiled. “I’m just saying I know I don’t have to be here. I mean, we haven’t really talked heaps lately anyway.”

That was on Eddie. He didn’t know how to talk to someone he was falling in love with. Still didn’t.

“But I just… needed to know you were okay. And to tell you I know you’d never do the things the news said you did,” you continued.

He didn’t know what to say. “This is good,” he decided on, holding up the now-empty bowl.

“There’s more. You should let that settle though,”

“When did you get all…” He was going to say ‘parental’ or even ‘maternal’ but had enough cognitive energy to stop. “Uh, good at playing nurse.”

Last time Eddie had seen you, you were shotgunning a warm beer handed to you by the singer of a local metal band in Indi. She had pulled you on stage, impressed to see a girl handling herself amongst the big guys. You’d shotgunned the beer, sprayed half back over the crowd like a fountain, then jumped with reckless abandon onto the pit. It was a far cry from the stew-brewing, soft voiced girl he was looking at.

“If you wanna see nurse, I can do nurse. When did you last shower?”

 At the hospital, they gave him a sponge bath where it was necessary. Before that, well, Lovers Lake probably didn’t count. And after… Eddie had barely set foot in that bathroom. Bare fucking minimum. He picked at his nails, trying not to focus on the black underneath them.

 “Not meant to get the bandages wet,”

“Right… Well, speaking of the bandages. When were they last changed?”

Fuck, Eddie thought. He walked right into that one. “Nancy came yesterday,”

“Is Nancy an actual nurse?”

“No. She’s just, like, really smart. Like… really smart.”

You folded your arms across the chest. “Remember when you said you were fine after you accidentally headbutted the barrier at Sabbath? Then your nose started to bleed later? And it turned out you had a full on concussion?”

Eddie laughed at the memory, but as soon as his chest started to shake, the pain flooded his entire body. He hunched over, whining. He hadn’t laughed since the upside down. It was the most he’d demanded of his body, even if indirectly.

He was incoherent with pain. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t make sense of his surroundings. Eddie didn’t register you rushing over to him and falling to your knees, hands framing him but not touching him.

“Eddie? Fuck, Eddie. What can I-”

His entire perception was clouded by agony. The tears streamed down his face and hit the wooden floor.

There was nothing you could do but wait. Carefully, you rested your hands on his knees and listened to him do his best to breathe through it.

“I’m going to get more oxy,” you said, standing.

“No!” His voice sounded desperate; desperate enough that you knelt back down. “Shit’s too addictive. I don’t wanna-”

“I know,” you interrupted. “I know. But there’s a big fucking difference between your asshole dad, and you needing to be able to function.”

Eddie tried to sit up straighter, but it hurt too much.

“Come on Teddy Bear.”

It worked. Eddie looked up at you through narrow eyes. Even in immense pain, he couldn’t let it slide. You grinned at him.

“Seriously though. Dustin said you should still be in the hospital. So… If that’s a no, then you’re stuck with me.”

You looked at each other for a moment. There was something in both your gazes that scared the other. Quickly, you moved to go get more painkillers. Eddie took what you gave him.

“So, are we gonna talk about why you won’t shower? ‘Cause you’re the cleanest metalhead I know. This isn’t very you.”

That’s the problem with you being there, Eddie thought. You knew him too well. His freshmen buddies only knew him as their over-the-top DM, a contextual friend. Nancy, Steve, and Robin, well they didn’t know him at all. He let all of them make assumptions to hide the truth. Maybe if Gareth, Jeff, or Gene were there, they’d see through it, but he’d been able to trick the rest of them.

“I… I tried… Soon as they left, soon as I was alone. All I fuckin’ wanted was a hot shower. But…” He took a shaky breath in and out. “Couldn’t stand for more than a minute without feeling like I was gonna pass out. And the water burns. I don’t know if it’s some fucking upside down bullshit magic that makes it hurt worse, but it’s not… not normal… And that fucking mirror. Not saying I was, you know, Adonis, but ah… The scars are gonna be… Gnarly.”

Trust Eddie to reference Greek mythology in the midst of a literal nightmare.

There was one other obvious option. “A bath then? Shallow? So the… ah, cuts? Whatever. So they aren’t submerged. Then a strategically placed washcloth?” It was more query than statement.

The image in his mind had Eddie sitting in the rusty old bathtub. The water would be lukewarm. His muscles wouldn’t let him maneuver enough to properly clean. He’d hardly be able to stretch his arms up to wash his hair.

“Eddie…”

He looked over at you. “Uh… I…”

“I’ll help,” you said then.

“I don’t-”

“You do. If you could do it yourself you would have… We can be adults about this.”

Eddie didn’t want to be an adult about this. He didn’t want to have to make decisions beyond what song to learn on guitar and how best to torture Hellfire Club. He was sick of life or death choices. Although letting you bathe him like a baby wasn’t really life or death, it kinda felt like it.

“Fine,” he resigned, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes.

“Besides…” You stood up. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

God, he missed levity. You beamed when he grinned and snorted.

“That was this is? Miss me that much?” he joked.

A messy summer night in the city. Too many beers. Not enough weed to chill the buzz. The plan was to sleep in the back of the van, but it felt like an oven. Item by item, you ripped your clothes off in the darkness. It was entirely innocent and definitely because of the alcohol. When you woke up, you’d been only in underwear and Eddie was entirely naked. You couldn’t look each other in the eyes for an hour after.

The cabin’s bathroom was clean. You let the water go through the pipes and drain away for a couple of minutes. “Good enough,” you muttered to yourself when the water was mostly clear. There was no bubble bath or luxe body wash. You caught yourself looking before you realised it was a stupid act. There was a stack of washcloths, a bar of soap, and a bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner. It was all brand new, still sealed, and sitting on the edge of the bath.

You frothed the soap under the running water, trying to create some modesty bubbles or milky-toned water. With only a little luck, you went back into the lounge.

“Do you want to wait for the pills to kick in?”

“Nah. They will. Let’s just get this done before Harrington or anyone shows up.”

Eddie took your held out hands and walked with you to the bathroom. He quickly sat on the toilet, not out of breath but something like that.

“Shirt,” you ordered.

The flannel was easy to unbutton. You were dismayed to find he was wearing a very fucking destroyed Hellfire shirt underneath.

When Eddie made a small yelping sound during his attempt to lift his arms. You stopped him.

“I’m just gonna cut it off,”

“No! Didn’t let Wheeler. Not letting you. Do you know how much these cost to print?!”

You huffed. “Who’s Wheeler?”

“Nancy,”

“New rule. Every time me and Nancy agree on something, it means it’s the right thing to do. Besides, it’s all ripped up and there’s blood and whatever fucking else on that. It’s never gonna be wearable,” you argued.

Eddie wasn’t sure why he was fighting so hard for the Hellfire shirt. Maybe something about surviving in it. Maybe something about trying desperately to claw a little of the past back.

“Fine,” he agreed through gritted teeth.

It took a little work with dull scissors, but you got there. Whatever you were expecting Eddie’s injuries to be, it wasn’t that. You were too slow to stop the gasp that escaped from you; Eddie looked up frowning.

“I’m sorry, I just… What the fuck happened?”

Like the patch on his face, the ones scattered across his torso were bleeding through. You sat on the edge of the bath and turned the water off, the bathroom suddenly quiet. Eddie said nothing. You nodded, accepting the silence.

“How’s the pain?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “‘Cause I think it’s gonna hurt like a bitch to get these off. They look kinda melted to you,”

“Thanks,”

“Sorry! Fuck. Sorry. I just…”

“It’s fine,” Eddie said. “It’s bad. I know it’s bad. It’s whatever… Can you just… Don’t look at me like that?”

You knew what he meant. Eddie hated pity. He hated when people pitied him for his dead mother and shitty father. For living in a one bedroom trailer with his uncle. For repeating high school. For all the things that made the average folk feel awkward. Eddie fucking despised pity.

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean… I don’t feel bad for you at all. Like, Dustin said you tried to be a hero or something? Do some classic Edward Munson Dumb Shit and end up like this, yeah?”

Eddie smiled. “Something like that,”

“Exactly. See? No pity here. Toughen up, kid.”

God, he loved you.

The first bandage – the one across Eddie’s cheek and jaw – came off surprisingly well. You held your expression steady as you worked, absorbing the excess blood and fluid with cotton balls.

The second bandage was covering a neck wound. Your stomach flipped, sick with the thought that it could have killed him. A little deeper and Eddie would have died.

The third wound was collarbone based and the bandage was a lot harder to move. Eddie’s jaw clenched impossibly tight and he was holding his breath.

You remembered when he took you to get your first tattoo. “It helps if you have something to distract you. Music or talking to someone, you know?” Eddie had said.

“Are these… bites?” You’d been almost too afraid to ask, but your brain couldn’t come up with any alternative conversation topics.

“Yeah,” Eddie replied weakly.

Some of the bites were smaller, but most weren’t. Eddie’s chest was more broken skin than not. His left pec was destroyed, and all down his sides were eaten into. Across his stomach bloomed another wound. Even his arms and hands had not escaped the assault.

“Dustin said the plan was to distract the… bats?”

“Demobats,”

“Demobats,” you repeated, the word feeling alien on your tongue. “What went wrong?”

For a couple of seconds, you thought Eddie was going to stay silent, not answering the question. It would have been more than fair. But, he started to speak in a shaky voice.

“We… did… it… Did what we were meant to do, you know? The demobats were away from Creel House. We were on our way out of there. There were… just so many of them. Too many to distract. I went to climb… climb the rope… but…”

Even with a lot of the story filled in by Dustin, you didn’t quite understand the picture Eddie was painting. You had to assume a lot; the rope must have led out of danger? Out of the upside down? Creel House was where Vecna was? You didn’t stop Eddie to ask clarifying questions.

“I just kept seeing Chrissy. In my head. Nobody deserves what happened to her, but she… She came to me for help and I… I kept seeing her and I kept thinking that this was our one shot at killing Vecna. And what if my part was the part that fucked the plan… What if I could actually do more? So, I didn’t climb the rope.”

Eddie thought for a moment, deep in reflection. Had it been worth it?

“I… I went back out there. Figured I could distract them, the bats, some more. Kill some. And I did. Not enough… There was…” Eddie sharply took a gulp of air in. “There were more than before. They were everywhere. I couldn’t see anything, then I… I don’t know.”

He did know. Even running on adrenaline, he could feel each bite. Eddie had locked onto the memory now. It was so vivid in his mind still.

“All the things from there, from the upside down, they’ve got these teeth. Like, hundreds of them. Their faces aren’t faces, they’re just big mouths and the, the lips, or whatever, they open up in every direction, and there are just rows and rows of fucking teeth. Like… a black hole of teeth,”

“Like a lamprey?”

After one fishing trip, Wayne had come home and told Eddie about the ‘vampire tube’ fish – the lamprey. Eddie was obsessed with them for a while after that, finding a book in the school library with a photo, then telling you about them on the phone. Your own public library had the same book, and you could see why a weird little dude like Eddie was so into them.

Eddie looked at you. “Shit… Yeah… Fuck… That but like, a bat…”

“There were dog ones before, right? Dustin said a few years ago there were dog ones,”

“Apparently… and then the human one.”

You tried to imagine a human figure with no face, just flaps of flesh opening to reveal endless teeth. The imagination is powerful, but even yours couldn’t really conjure a picture. Maybe your brain was just trying to protect you from the pure nightmare fuel that description could produce.

“Then they got you?” you asked.

“They got me. But, ah, as they did, they all just fucking dropped from the sky. And it was so quiet until Henderson showed up. I told the little shit to stay where it was safe. But he was there… Did my whole goodbye speech to him, you know? I could… I could feel the blood pooling in all the wrong places. My lungs were swimming in it. I was coughing it up. No way was I gonna live.”

Eddie’s face was as animated as it always was. You weren’t used to it animating terror and agony though. This wasn’t the kind of story Eddie normally told you. Your eyes had welled up with tears and you’d stopped working on removing his bandages.

Eddie’s gaze was fixed on a spot on the bathroom floor. He stared as he spoke. “The others were still setting fire to Vecna. Dustin tried to get there, but he’d messed his leg up pretty good. They found him halfway there, carried him back. Dragged me back. Got me to a hospital,”

“Jesus, Eddie. Why aren’t you still there? It’s been what, a night? Two if you count that night?”

He nodded. “I woke up the next day. They’d given me blood and stitched up the worst of the bites.”

Everyone had tried to keep Eddie in the hospital, but he was refusing a lot of medical care. He hated the accusatory stares and whispers. He couldn’t stand the noise.

There was no point in asking why he wouldn’t stay there. No point in suggesting he went back. Eddie had looked up and seen both those thoughts cross your face.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Just needed a little blood,”

“Aren’t there like, long-term effects? What about the blood in your lungs? And, like, did you actually die? What if you have brain damage?”

“Not like I was a genius with a 4.0,”

“Eddie,”

“Y/N.” It was quick. Snappy. Your name in a warning tone.

The remainder of the bandages came off, and you mopped up the carnage as best you could. When you were done, Eddie stood, empowered by the painkillers enough to take his own pants off. He stepped into the bath and lowered himself in. It was all somehow both benignly clinical and breathtakingly intimate.

The water came up to his waist, lapping at the lowest of the wounds. You waited until the waves had settled before speaking again.

“I’m gonna wash your hair first,” you told him. He nodded, seeming smaller in the bath. Childlike helplessness.

You left the bathroom briefly to look for tools. There wasn’t a single brush or comb to be found. Returning with only the largest cup you could find, you settled next to the tub.

Lathering Eddie’s hair with the 2-in-1, you tilted his head backwards and rinsed with the help of the cup. As the water ran down his back, Eddie shivered. You repeated the process two more times, the conversation pausing entirely.

When his wild mane is clean, you raked your fingers through it bit by bit, gently pulling knots out. It’s a somewhat successful method, although you’d have to go for rounds two and three when his hair was dry.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed. Eddie complied. “Keep them closed.”

A washcloth was soaked in slick soap and you covered Eddie’s face in the goo. With great delicateness, you cleaned his hair, face, ears, and neck. The soap didn’t burn the bites like you’d both expected, but the coarse washcloth wasn’t exactly pleasant either.

As you descended Eddie’s body, dirt and muck washing down and turning the bath water a hazy brown, you cleaned the wounds. They started to bleed again, not heavily, but enough that by the time you were at his waist, you needed to pull the plug out and re-fill the bath with clean water.

Eddie was acquiescent. The drugs had well and truly kicked in, building on the mild buzz of the first you’d made him take. Even with the washcloth pain, the experience wasn’t as horrific as it could have been, he decided.

When he was finally clean, you sat on the ground next to the tub. The water had a pink hue from the blood, but he’d stopped bleeding.

“You look like you now,”

“Who’d I look like before?” Eddie replied.

“I don’t know. You from a different dimension. A really, really fucking bad one,”

“Guess I kind of am now.”

You said nothing to that. Maybe he was. Maybe you wouldn’t know this Eddie like you knew yours.

Eddie looked down at his chest, then his legs beneath the water. They ached, despite being unharmed by the demobats. He thought about Dustin and his leg. How he jumped through the gate with such disregard for himself, to try to stop Eddie. Save Eddie. Dustin fucking Henderson, man. Suddenly, a new thought-

“What you said about Dustin. Inappropriate or whatever. Did he say something?”

“He said a lot,” you replied.

“But, ah, what exactly was it that-”

A small laugh escaped you, and Eddie’s sentence stopped dead in its tracks. He looked at you.

 “You seem nervous,” you teased. “The kid know one too many secrets or something?” Eddie’s face was expressionless but you could see his mind working overtime to think of something to say. You put him out of his misery with, “He didn’t say anything. He asked something. Like, straight away. Before a ‘hello’ even,”

“Am I gonna have to give him the world’s worst wedgie?”

“I guess it depends on how embarrassed by the question you are.”

Eddie broke eye contact, looked back down at his body. The entire situation was radically out of his control. Might as well add more spice. “What’d he ask?”

“Kid rolls up. Toothy grin. Busted leg. Happy as fucking Larry. First thing out of his mouth – ‘Are you Eddie’s girlfriend?’”

Part Four: The Cabin in the Woods

The cabin in the woods held warmth better than you would have guessed. After letting the bathwater drain yet again, you left Eddie to sit in hot clean water for the third time, then started the fire in the corner of the living room.

“Whose cabin is this?” you called out.

The bathroom had no door, just a curtain to pull across the open frame. Eddie could hear you just fine.

“Hopper’s,”

“That’s… the Chief of Police, right? The one everyone thought was dead? But was in Russia or something?”

“Dustin really gave you the whole story, huh?”

“Kind of. Don’t know how or why he was there… But isn’t he meant to be dead? Nobody’s meant to know about him?”

It was the first time Eddie realised that you might now be in danger. Although not being privy to the truth about Hawkins wasn’t necessarily a guarantee of safety, being included in its secrets definitely bumped up the ‘likely to die a horrible death’ stats. At the very least, you’d be on someone’s watch list now.

“Yeah. He was gonna stay here, but too many people know about it.”

Made sense, you thought. “So, why are you here? The cops aren’t after you anymore. Don’t you want to be with your uncle? Or your friends?”

The small fire was burning bright and the flames licked around the chunk of wood. You stood up, satisfied with your work.

Eddie hadn’t answered, so you walked back to him.

“Think I should get out now,” he said when you appeared. “S’cold,”

“Yeah. Okay. Here.”

Like he had before, Eddie winced as he moved. He stood and helped you wrap a towel around his waist. You draped another over his head. With his fingers threaded through yours, you guided him out of the bath and back onto the couch.

“I’ll do the bandages before you get dressed,” you told him, going to retrieve what you needed.

Before you sat back down, you ruffled his hair in the towel, making sure it was dry enough not to drip everywhere. Taking parts of his hair in the towel and scrunching them, you worked like you’d done it all before.

Next, you coated cotton balls in antiseptic balm and dabbed at each of the wounds, and checked all the stitches. The bites had stopped freely bleeding, with only dots of red and some evidence of gooey serosanguinous drainage. After each was disinfected, you blew gently on the raw skin to cool it down. Goosebumps iced their way across Eddie’s body.

When the fresh bandages were applied, Eddie leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

His immediate reaction was to be sarcastic. It was a defense mechanism, but Eddie reminded himself he didn’t need to defend against anything when he was with you. “Not… good… but, ah, a lot better than before,”

“I’ll take that… I’ll get some clean clothes.”

Eddie pulled on clean boxer shorts and sweatpants while you binned all the old bandages left in the bathroom. Once everything was clean, you returned to the couch. You helped him pull a t-shirt over his head, then sank down next to each other.

The soundscape consisted of the fire and the odd bird call coming from the woods outside. It was late, maybe even close to midnight. Not too far away, the rest of Hawkins was still assessing the damage and counting the dead. But there, in an off-the-grid cabin, the rest of Hawkins didn’t exist.

Eddie reached over and placed his hand palm-up on your leg. You took it and held it tight. All the emotion you’d swallowed since seeing him barely alive bubbled up your throat and out of your mouth in a small sob. Eddie rolled his head to look at you, expression sad.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You choked out a laugh. “What are you sorry for?”

“I dunno. Making you worry.”

When you tried to let go of Eddie’s hand to clear your face of tears, he wouldn’t budge. You used your free hand, attempting to not let the soft crying turn into anything more.

“I was so worried.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah… I’m…” As he searched for the words that felt right, his eyes stayed glued to your face. “I’m sorry about… not calling in a while. Not returning your calls,”

“S’okay. You’ve been busy with school and-”

“Nah. Well, yeah. Yeah… But, I…” Fuck it, Eddie thought. He still felt so close to death. He was scared it was something he’d never be able to shake. What did he possibly have to lose? “I got scared. About… you know… You. Like, how I feel about you. Just seemed easier to ignore it than have to… do anything about it… When I say it out loud, it sounds so fucking stupid but… Losing you ‘cause we lost touch would hurt less than if I lost you ‘cause I ruined it by… having a dumb crush or whatever.”

Dumb crush.

A portal between your world and another? Yeah, sure. A girl with superpowers? Yep. Demogorgons and secret armies and lifesaving songs and everything else that had been handed to you that day? Uh-huh, okay. Eddie having a crush on you? Liking you like you liked him? Well, that sounded impossible.

 Unless… it didn’t. Unless it made total sense. Unless it explained so much. Unless it was one small thing the world could give you and Eddie to help balance the scales.

With those big brown eyes, Eddie was finally able to look at you with all the love he had. Warmth spread across his body and he took one step towards peace.

“It…” You shook your head. “It wouldn’t have ruined anything,”

“No?”

“No… ‘Cause…” Poetic was the aim, but exhaustion had steeped your brain in stupid juice. “I’ve got a dumb crush on you too.”

Eddie smiled, soft and kind, only a hint of mischief. “Cool,”

“Cool,”

“So, how much time have we wasted? Being dumb?” he asked.

“Um… Years, probably,”

“Well, fuck.”

You laughed together and sat watching the fire for a long time.

Eddie told you about how he was afraid to be in Hawkins. He was afraid that Wayne’s mates would treat him like the uncle of a killer. Afraid his friends would be hurt, like Gareth had been. Afraid that it wasn’t really, truly over.

You listened, letting him speak and not undermining the feelings with logic or counterarguments. When he was done, you said you understood.

“Can you stay? In Hawkins, I mean. When do you have to go back?” Eddie asked.

“Never, if I don’t want to. Mom and dad want me out. And, it’s not like I’m working a dream job. I could stay… If you wanted me to. To help. Or not. It’s, like… Totally fine-”

“Yes. Stay.”

Another step towards peace.

Maybe, in an unfair and cruel world, where Chrissy Cunningham was dead and you and Eddie had lived miles apart and the drive to Hawkins was long and solitary pain was all Eddie thought he deserved, maybe this – this mutual love, was what you got to make up for it. It wasn’t enough. Of course, it wasn’t. Chrissy and Fred and Patrick deserved to be alive. Steve shouldn’t have had to feel phantom vines around his neck for the rest of his life. Dustin was owed a childhood. Eddie should never have been witch hunted. But, if it had to be like that, then yeah… Maybe you could be Eddie’s girlfriend.

After creating a nest of pillows and blankets in front of the fire, you and Eddie laid down and curled your bodies around each other. He kissed you on the temple, and you listened to his steady heartbeat. For a few perfect hours, everything else faded away while you slept soundly in an ex-cop’s secret little cabin in the woods.  

End Note: I hope you liked this little fix-it fic. Please, let me know what you think! Reblogs are especially appreciated.

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[magentagalaxies]

Kids in the Archive: Episode 1

as most of you know, recently bruce mcculloch let me help organize some kids in the hall related artifacts that had been sitting in his storage for the past 30 years. i was even able to keep a few original scripts from kith projects, including iconic sketches, unaired sketches, and an original script for "brain candy" then titled the drug.

i've decided to start a little series going through some of these scripts and sharing the biggest changes between script and screen. today's sketch we're looking at is Armada's Future from S5E21, aka the Armada finale sketch

while "armada" wasn't my favorite recurring bit on my first watch of the show, i've come to really appreciate these sketches, especially as i've become privy to the interpersonal and creative dynamics of the troupe in real life. bruce himself has said armada was often a way for them to satirize their own creative process dealing with each other's egos (and the fact that some people would never "arrive having eaten"), and while these dynamics have certainly evolved over the years, there is something almost prophetic about this final armada sketch, which i will get into more later. but for now, let's get comparing.

The Opening

For the most part, this sketch's opening is the same, though the video version's dialogue is a bit more streamlined. In this version of the sketch, prior to the angel reveal the band is playing "trampoline girl," but otherwise the beats are the same.

The Angel

As this stage direction states, Chris Robinson would be nice - and that's exactly who they got! For more information on how he found his way to playing the rock and roll angel, see bruce's youtube video above.

the angel segment is largely similar, but with a missing beat. in this version of the script, we never cut back to the band in their 60s again, and as a result never seen bruce's character's heart attack and several iconic lines are lost because of that.

The Ending

this script includes an extra ending beat where the previous events are all revealed to be a daydream of young-kevin in 1994

overall, this script has the characters much more self aware of their own faults, so it's clear why these changes were made in the final version. there's doubt in their convictions here, versus the trademark "but do we make it?" optimistic in its pure obliviousness. i prefer the ending they went with on the show. even though by all accounts armada is not going to make it, the characters' refusal to believe that is infectious. ending on the question "but do we make it?" somehow leaves you asking it as well, even with all the evidence presented.

what i love about this sketch is that all these years later, that's a question still being asked by the kids in the hall. while all 5 have gone on to have very successful and creatively fulfilling careers, there's still a sense that every new thing the troupe has done from this point forward, whether it's brain candy or death comes to town or the amazon revival, has still been a question of do we make it? while most mainstream comedy icons can coast on their star power to shield them from these creative risks, the kids in the hall embrace that idea of breaking new ground in everything they do even if it's not always successful. this question of "do we make it?" is a force of creativity, and even when the answer is clearly no, sometimes the question itself is enough to drive you forward.

#kids in the archive #time for a jessay #kids in the hall #kith #bruce mcculloch #i'm gonna make this a series of posts as i read these btw #idk what i'll do once i get to brain candy so i'm starting with the short ones first

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Epilogue

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad

The Amity Park airport was small, it only had eight gates and one lonely Mcdonalds stand that waited for its passengers behind the TSA checkpoint. At the checkpoint stood an overweight and shabby TSA guard. He stood there watching the Fenton family as he picked a booger out of his nose, before he flicked it to the side. Jazz looked sick and tried not to gag.

    Meanwhile the whole situation made Danny want to vomit. He had only been out of the hospital for a day and his parents were already dragging him to see him . Vlad Masters stood a foot smaller than his father but his ego was larger than the empire state building. He wore a pitch black casual suit, with a gold handle umbrella in his right hand. In his left Desiree was wrapped around his arm, her long black hair had been moved to hide her black eye. She gave Danny a kind motherly smile. Danny just rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to a leg that wasn’t currently hurting. 

“Well V-man! It was nice to see you again,” Jack said.

“Yes, it was a pleasure to see the both of you again. Hopefully we can meet again soon,” Vlad replied. 

“Of course, and hopefully there won’t be another fire alarm prank next time. Maybe we can spend a nice night together. You know just the four of us?” Maddie said. 

“Yes! We will have to goona double date next time. Won’t that be fun Vlad?” Desiree said. “Maybe next time you can visit us and we can take you to that restaurant we liked. The one with the deconstructed sushi with the gold flakes?” 

“That sounds amazing! Isn't it Jack?” Maddie said.

“What the heck is deconstructed sushi?” Jack stated. 

“Oh Jack, I’ll have to show you. It has to be one of the best things I have had in a while,” Vlad smoothed the mood over. “It was also nice to finally meet your children.” 

“Yes. It was great to get some advice for college and meet someone like Mr. Masters” Jazz said. 

“You don’t need to call me Mr. Masters, you can just call me uncle Vlad,” Vlad said. 

“Maybe someday Mr. Masters,” Jazz gracefully put it. 

“That is okay. Take your time,” Vlad then turned to Danny. 

Danny sighed “It was nice to meet you sir,” 

“It was nice to meet you to Daniel, I hope we can meet again soon. I see bright things in your future,” Vlad said. 

    His parents kept the conversation up with him before he was forced to go to his private Jet. Right before Vlad turned the corner to his gate, Danny could see his blood red eyes. 

. . . 

It was a few days before Danny could go back to school. The teachers and students had created a get better soon card for him and several students bombarded him with questions and well wishes, making it difficult for him to traverse the hallways. During Mr. Lancer's class he was handed another note, this time with a sticker of a bat pushed on it as a sort of seal. It had in it very set instructions to meet Sam in the library classroom. 

The library classroom was used for computer storage nowadays and was rarely used, but rumor had it that one could book the room. And for Sam it seemed it was possible. In the room were old mac desktops and boxes of floppy disks, all shoved in the corners collecting dust. The wallpaper here looked the same poisonous one, as the rest of the first floor. 

Tucker and Star were on a modern gaming laptop. He was clicking through documents showing her something. Danny assumed it had to be nerdy stuff that he wouldn’t understand. Across the room Sam was teaching Kwan self defense. She was holding a mat and having Kwan kick it at different heights. 

“Hey guys,” Danny said. 

“Danny!” Star rushed over and hugged him. “How are you feeling?”

“Ah, a little pain. The doctors say I can’t play a game for a month, but I should be back by the end of the season,” Danny closed the door behind him. 

“That’s good! At least you’re not dead,” Tucker said, still at his laptop. 

“So Danny,” Sam began, “Can you tell us what happened between you and Vlad?”

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be a long story so sit down.” 

. . .

    The school day came with a chaotic close with half the school body asking about Danny’s health and football ability. He was only able to get away by phasing through the boys bathroom and walking around the school. At the end of the sidewalk Paulina stood there with a sour look on her face. 

“Hey Paulina,” Danny said. He opened up to say something else but Paulina shaved a card into his chest. 

“I’m sorry!” Paulina said. 

“What?”

“I’m sorry for causing drama. I wanted you to ask me out and I got pissy when you asked Valerie out and I took my anger on you. I also didn’t mean to spill the punch. That was an accident!” The words spilled out of her mouth like a stream. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Paulina it’s okay,” Danny said. 

“No, I want to make sure I make it up to you. While you were in the hospital Dash and I talked and I don’t want to lose any of you as friends. So I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Paulina. I forgive you. Really I was never really mad at you.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.”

“Oh thank god.”

    A silence fell between them but not a heavy silence. It was one of understanding and forgiveness.  “Hey Danny, do you want to go to Nasty Burger with me? I’ll buy you an apology burger,” Paulina said. 

“Thank you, but I’ll have to take you up on that later. Right now I’m running late to see someone else,” Danny hopped on his bike. 

“Okay. Call me later?”

“Yeah! See ya later Paulina!” They waved goodbye to each other as he rode down the street. 

. . .

    Danny biked up the park path, his wheels crushing all the dead leaves below him. The brown and black leaves littered the ground like a thin blanket, tucking the earth in for a long sleep. Above him the trees were barren without a soul in sight. The songs of birds that he had heard only a month ago were replaced by the distance cries of crows. 

    He rode past the playground, the yellow caution tape now broken and flying in the wind and saw a small patch of sunlight on top of a hill. Valerie sat on a pale knitted blanket, her body covered in heavy coats and thick leggings. A bright red scarf hung around her neck like a medal. Her bright smile made a fire light up in his chest. She had gotten them some containers of soup and grilled cheese, each of the items fogging up their closed take out containers.  

    He huddled close to her taking in the scent of her sweet perfume and the warmth of her body as they watched the last autumn sunset fall below the city lights.

#Danny Phantom #end of the story #popular AU #jazz fenton #ghost powers #writing #write #fanfiction #fanfic #danny phantom fanfic

[owlbearwrites]

Rowan worldbuilding (dealer's choice) for WIP Wednesday

My previous worldbuilding post was stuffed chock full of space and body horror.

Jack has a robot horse called Buttercup!

This piece of lore is silly, completely self-indulgent, and serves absolutely zero plot purpose. And I love it dearly.

And would you believe it, there is not one, but two sources of inspiration for Buttercup Howard.

One of the major inspirations for the character of Jack Howard is Handsome Jack from the Borderlands game series, who is a proud owner of a diamond horse by the name of Butt Stallion. (Okay, he says she’s a pony, but visually, she’s a binicorn, and she is glorious.)

Furthermore, in the world of Fallout, which is a key inspiration for the story’s setting, there exist commercially produced robot ponies. The product is called Giddyup Buttercup, ‘the ultimate in equestrian robotics’. (They may or may not also be part of an alien conspiracy, but that’s besides the point.)

With these two glorious creations in my arsenal, there was simply no way I would deny Mr. Jack Howard a full-size robot horse.

Some facts about Buttercup:

She has her own stable attached to Jack’s country house

She loves solving mechanical puzzles that Jack puts together for her in his tinkering workshop

Jack can’t ride her, or any other horse, but Rowan can, and she allows him

Jack’s old friend Nadia, who owns a ranch with actual biological horses out on the West coast, is very skeptical of Buttercup and confused by her very existence; which is why she doesn’t get to ride

After the initial nuclear apocalypse, Jack is stuck in the city for a while, and doesn’t get to go to his country house for almost a year. During that time, Buttercup roams the grounds and viciously attacks anyone who dares to try and scavenge the place, earning Jack’s old place in the country quite a reputation. When he finally makes it out there, she is very happy to see him. He gives her a good clean and tune-up, and then puts her into storage in power-saving mode. At that time during his post-apocalyptic adventures, he’s about to leave the Boston area with a group of new acquaintances, and even though a robot mount would be extremely useful on the long-distance trip, he worries it might give away his identity (reception for former billionaires is… mixed in the current state of the world).

He has a plan to, eventually, take Buttercup on a journey out West, to see what became of Nadia’s ranch and of his old employer and mentor Edward Castle. Sadly, Jack doesn’t get to do that: first, life gets in the way, and then, death. But Buttercup stays safe and sound in storage, and WILL be reunited with her two favorite people after they find each other again in the future.

#wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #writeblr #worldbuilding #fate is just the half of it #50% fate: worldbuilding #robot horse #butt stallion #giddyup buttercup

[sidewalkscienceguy]

SCIENCE EDUCATION NONPROFIT FUNDRAISER POST

DONATE HERE

Hey everyone, I run a science education nonprofit in Florida called Sidewalk Science Center. I created SSC back in July 2018, and to this day, host FREE sessions of science experiments, telescoping, and other forms of science outreach 3-4 days per week. We do this at playgrounds, parks, beaches, outdoor malls, and other public spaces.

The mission of SSC is to provide regular and reliable access to educational tools and resources in public spaces. As of this writing, I have personally hosted free sessions of SSC a total of 390 times, as well as more than five dozen private events for families, the Girl Scouts, schools, and other organizations. In mid-November, I saw my 50,000th visitor!

We're in the middle of our end-of-year fundraising campaign. We have a goal to raise $5,500 by December 31, 2022. These funds will cover all of our expected business operation costs for 2023. As of this writing, we have raised $1,932.54, which is 35% of our goal. This amount alone covers all of our website, email, insurance, printing, and data storage costs for 2023, plus some of our physical and online marketing costs for the upcoming year.

One of our larger purposes for doing this is to increase scientific visibility, literacy, and overall engagement. Science is often relegated to schools and museums, but where else do we encounter it on a day-to-day basis, actively thinking about and practicing it? By placing SSC in spaces where people already visit and congregate, we hope to help improve the interest, support, and ability in science literacy throughout all levels of society.

In 2023 we will also start gathering volunteer educators to operate standard SSC sessions. We will also offer paid positions through our volunteer base, as a significant source of our revenue comes from paid private events. All educators will take our self-designed training courses that cover performing public science outreach, public science communication, and how to navigate and maintain civil discourse with pseudoscientists and misinformation in public spaces.

Going forward, we want to open regular SSC locations around the state of Florida, the US at large, and eventually, the world. Creating these spaces has been an incredible experience that truly impacts the communities we serve, and levels the playing field for underprivileged communities, allowing everyone to use resources and have experiences they otherwise might not have access to at home or even school.

Please consider making a donation to help cover these 2023 expenses (viewable on the donation page). A minimum of $5.00 is required using the DonorBox.org form, but you can also support us on Patreon for any amount.

Disclaimer: while recognized as a nonprofit in the state of Florida, Sidewalk Science Center is not yet federally recognized as a 501(c)(3) corporation. We are actively working to achieve this designation. As such, any contribution you provide is NOT tax deductible at this time.

Website: www.sidewalksciencecenter.org

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Thank you for your support. One day, you might come across a Sidewalk Science Center in your own town! Right now we are headquartered in Bradenton & Sarasota, Florida. We are in the works to create a west coast tour in October of 2023, with plans to go through Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego during our trip to watch the October 14th Annular Eclipse at Crater Lake. Maybe we'll see you there!

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[eretzyisrael]

Good News From Israel

In the 19th Jun 22 edition of Israel’s good news, the highlights include:

Israel has opened its most advanced cardiology hospital.

Egypt and Israel signed agreement to produce liquid gas for Europe.

Three refreshing new Israeli water innovations.

Huge private funds raised for investment in Israeli startups.

Toyota racing is to use Israeli 3D-printed spare parts.

Israeli paralympic swimmer breaks world record.

Israeli archaeologists discover the earliest evidence of the use of fire.

Read More: Good News From Israel

Israel and Israelis were bursting with oceans of energetic ideas, activities and projects this last week. It began with Israel, Egypt and the EU signing an agreement to bring Israeli natural gas via Egypt to Europe. Water and energy featured in a solar-powered water purification system, compressed air energy storage, self watering plants, a ship navigation system, and sustainable agriculture. Israelis have been electrifying roads in Italy, and setting paralympic swimming world records. A new pro-Israel advocacy group is called "Fuel for the Truth". And finally, the earliest evidence of humanity's use of fire has been discovered - in Israel, of course. The photo is of the sunset off the Israeli Mediterranean coast.

#3-D Printing #books #cyber security #electric #energy #Europe #formula #gas #heart #insurance #investment #Israel #Jerusalem #Jewish #paralympic #radar #solar #Ukraine #water

[energythatmoves]

Empowering Sustainability: Solar Batteries in Central Coast with Energy That Moves

In the heart of Central Coast, a quiet revolution is taking place. Amidst the serene landscape, Energy That Moves emerges as a beacon of sustainability, offering innovative solutions that redefine the way we harness and utilize energy. At the forefront of this movement is their pioneering approach to solar batteries, empowering residents and businesses alike to embrace a greener, more efficient future.

Harnessing Solar Power, Unleashing Potential

As the sun bathes the Central Coast in its warm embrace, Energy That Moves harnesses its power through cutting-edge solar panel installations. But their commitment to sustainability extends beyond mere generation; it encompasses storage and utilization too. Solar batteries represent the next frontier in this journey, offering a means to capture, store, and utilize solar energy on-demand.

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Imagine a world where power outages are a thing of the past, where homes and businesses remain seamlessly connected to clean, renewable energy sources even when the grid falters. This is the promise of solar batteries from Energy That Moves. By storing excess solar energy during the day, these batteries ensure a steady supply of power, day or night, rain or shine. It's a game-changer for Central Coast residents, providing unparalleled peace of mind and independence.

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[solarinstallersperth]

Going Beyond: The Integration of Battery Storage in Perth Solar Systems

In the ever-evolving landscape of renewable energy, Perth stands out as a beacon of innovation and sustainability. With solar power systems becoming increasingly prevalent, the integration of battery storage technology takes solar energy utilisation to new heights. In this article, we explore the advantages and significance of integrating battery storage in Perth solar systems, brought to you by West Coast Solar.

1. The Rise of Solar Power Systems in Perth

Embracing Solar Energy

Perth, renowned for its sunny climate, has seen a surge in the adoption of solar power systems. Residents are harnessing the abundant sunlight to power their homes and businesses, contributing to a greener and more sustainable future.

Addressing Energy Needs

With rising electricity costs and growing concerns about environmental sustainability, Perth residents are turning to solar power as a reliable and cost-effective alternative to traditional grid-based electricity.

2. The Role of Battery Storage in Perth Solar Systems

Enhancing Energy Independence

Battery storage technology allows Perth residents to store excess energy generated by their solar panels for use during periods of low sunlight or high energy demand. This enhances energy independence and reduces reliance on the grid.

Mitigating Grid Instability

By storing energy locally, battery storage systems help mitigate grid instability issues, such as voltage fluctuations and power outages. This contributes to a more reliable and resilient energy infrastructure in Perth.

3. Advantages of Solar Panels with Battery Storage

Maximising Self-Consumption

Solar panels with battery storage enable Perth residents to maximise self-consumption of the energy they generate, reducing reliance on grid-supplied electricity and further lowering energy costs.

Supporting Sustainable Practices

By integrating battery storage with their solar systems, Perth residents can further support sustainable practices by reducing their carbon footprint and reliance on fossil fuels for electricity generation.

Conclusion

The integration of battery storage technology in Perth solar systems represents a significant step forward in the transition towards a sustainable and resilient energy future. With the expertise and support of West Coast Solar, Perth residents can unlock the full potential of solar energy and enjoy greater energy independence, reliability, and cost savings. Embrace the future of energy with solar panels and battery storage integration from West Coast Solar.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

1: How Does Battery Storage Benefit Perth Solar Systems?

Battery storage enhances the functionality of Perth solar systems by allowing residents to store excess energy for later use, increasing energy independence, and reducing reliance on the grid during peak demand periods or power outages.

2: Are Solar Panels with Battery Storage Cost-Effective for Perth Residents?

Yes, solar panels with battery storage offer long-term cost savings for Perth residents by reducing energy bills, increasing self-consumption of solar energy, and potentially providing revenue through feed-in tariffs or grid services.

3: What Size Battery Storage System Do I Need for My Perth Home?

The size of the battery storage system needed for a Perth home depends on factors such as energy consumption, solar system size, and desired level of energy independence. A reputable solar provider like West Coast Solar can assess your needs and recommend the appropriate battery size for your home.

4: How Long Do Battery Storage Systems Last in Perth?

Battery storage systems typically have a lifespan of 10 to 15 years, depending on factors such as usage patterns, maintenance, and environmental conditions. With proper care and maintenance, Perth residents can expect reliable performance from their battery storage systems for many years.

#solar installation

[yuseonghqs]

🌊 GREETINGS FROM YUSEONG BAY !

JUST LANDED: SEOK, YECHAN. / / FROM: SOUTH KOREA. / / AGE: 24.

–––– ( FOLLOW ? ) / / ( READ MORE ? ) / / ( MAILBOX ? )

A look into Seok Yechan’s five most recent Naver searches.

(tw: hospitals, mention of accidents)

1. parcel delivery jeju to seoul 

Seok Yedam’s nineteenth birthday arrives exactly two months after relocating to Seoul for university. His older brother surprises him with a pair of gleaming new sneakers, flashier than any he’s ever owned, purchased with his inaugural paycheck from the hotel. Meticulously wrapped inside a cardboard box salvaged from their father’s storage room, layers and layers of bubble wrap cushioning the overnight journey. It comes with a handwritten note, short and sweet — 

        for your first birthday out of jeju. don’t skimp on the seaweed soup.                 — yechan hyung

Seok Yechan clocks out of his twelve-hour shift to a bright, bustling afternoon. He’s still clad in his work attire, navy blue suit creased from hours of escorting opening week crowds. The post office isn’t too far, thankfully, and he makes it just in time before closing. Green form in hand, each section being filled in with care — Recipient’s Address: YONSEI UNIVERSITY scribed out in big, bold letters. Thoughtful eyes linger on the familiar name, and he begins to ponder on the roads not taken. But it’s all cut short when the attendant calls his number, warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he hands the parcel over.

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2. anticoagulant where to buy near me

Boo Sunja was rushed to the emergency room six years ago in the midst of diving along the coast of Yuseong Bay with her fellow haenyeo. Her thirdborn walks home after completing his suneung, the bright-eyed Yonsei hopeful eager to celebrate. Though he doesn’t make it any farther from the daycare, where he picks up his baby sister as he always does after school. A frantic dash to his mother’s side of the hospital bed, all festivities planned for the night washed over by a wave of worry that carries on. 

An acceptance letter arrives at his doorstep one month later, white and royal blue, but a white lie slips out of his lips instead. He’ll go to trade school in Jeju City, he says. It’s a blessing in disguise. He’ll get to take care of her this way.

Yebin turns eight this year, leaving her and Yechan in the Seok household. Sunja’s only just stopped diving, albeit not by choice — the severance pay from the resort was simply something she couldn’t refuse. The matriarch’s sitting alone on the dinner table, gaze fixed on the empty chairs that once held her family. Her son walks in, moves to comfort her. He shares the news that he’s been offered a concierge role. He couldn’t tell if her tears were more bitter or sweet.

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Self-explanatory. We love you Tottenham, we do.

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4. how to write resignation letter

Gye Wonjin took a leap of faith two years ago, when a fresh graduate timidly steps into his office with a cover letter and diploma in hand. Potential’s not difficult to notice, so he doesn’t hesitate to take him under his wing. Smaller projects fill their portfolio, local housing developments along the bay not out of the ordinary to a small town like Yuseong. The wheel keeps turning as it does, and it’s not until they hear news about an upcoming resort where it finally spins in their favour.

Seok Yechan’s meant to take the day off, but he covers for his boss nonetheless. The site’s much busier today, a striking contrast of sharp suits amidst the routine crowd of hi-vis vests. Potential’s not difficult to notice by any trained eye, it turns out, whether it’s Gye Wonjin’s years in the construction business or hotel management looking to expand their reach. A sleek business card gleams in hand, embossed and glossy in the sunlight. There’s no harm in branching out, one of them remarks. So he walks into the same office two years later, no longer timid, and slides his four weeks notice across the table.

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5. woori bank 24 hour customer service 

Seok Eunchul finds himself ensnared in the grip of temptation every night, a vice that tightens its hold with each roll of the dice and every shuffled deck of cards. His son comes home to a stack of ominous letters glaring accusingly, each one adorned in Woori’s white and blue, bearing a demand that never goes unchanged. Another set of overdue bills, overdraft charges — never-ending, much like the ceaseless arguments that come after between him and Sunja.

Seok Yechan doesn’t utter a word. Instead, scrapes together what little remains of his savings, envelopes of crumpled notes from birthdays and chuseok and whatever windfalls he keeps inside an unassuming shoebox under his bed. Fingers reaching out for his phone to dial in his older sister’s number, just like clockwork. The way the words that fall out of lips, too, falter with a similar desperation. Just this once, he pleads, promising it will be the last time. (Spoiler alert, it never is.)

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Gold Coast Theme Parks Are Enjoyable

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Opening an IRA includes one-time set-up fees of $250 that cover custodian and storage costs, in addition to a $200 recurring annual charge that also cover custodian and storage prices. So the argument goes if the IRS accredited coins or bullion/treasured metals are held at a bank protected deposit box within the identify of the IRA LLC and the financial institution will not be the trustee or the custodian of the IRA that hold the coins or metals/bullion, then is the physical possession definition happy and is the bank acting as the trustee of the IRA which owns the metals? Stocks grow IRAs by means of each dividends and will increase in share value. Thus, overall, the best gold IRA companies offer you potential buybacks and make the method as easy as possible. You'll use this type everytime you purchase or promote precious metals inside your account. Gold and silver IRAs might be the important thing to securing funding for a carefree future. Whenever you open an account, you will need to decide what sort of gold you need to spend money on. You possibly can keep away from scammers by partnering with dealers that belong to the American Numismatic Affiliation or Business Council for Tangible Belongings. IRA Share Certificates: Minimum $500 opening and steadiness requirement.

Nonetheless, costs should not out there on-line and should be confirmed by Augusta Precious Metals on the time of purchase. Investors should buy gold and other valuables by a custodian; clients can not add gold they already personal to a gold IRA. The company additionally does a advantageous job of explaining almost each key facet of these accounts, together with setup, storage, and annual administrative fees. Now we have included crucial information which will interest a possible investor, together with key features, pros and cons, and a proper-to-the-level description. 0.32%. Barrick is one of the largest mining corporations, producing gold and copper in thirteen international locations. Property Available: Gold, Silver, Platinum, Paladium, and Copper Metals. Other than gold, a few of these firms additionally mine for metals like silver and copper. Since you’re developing a self-directed IRA, many firms don’t provide support for choosing a gold broker or custodian. When doing this kind of due diligence, you is perhaps stunned to find out ties to the valuable metals funding company, lawsuits, and complaints on how the investment company is doing business and is dealing with prosecution for illegal business dealings. These are common amongst some investors who usually are not satisfied with the returns available in stocks, bonds and mutual funds, or who have already got enough monetary holdings and wish to diversify into other asset classes. Traditional or Roth IRAs hold belongings in stocks and bonds, whereas gold or precious metals IRA accounts retain physical precious metals (often bars and coins).

Reasonably than investing in physical gold, it's possible you'll resolve to spend money on the businesses that profit from mining and processing gold. How Do I Liquidate The Precious Metals In My IRA? If a an IRA holder holds coins in a secure deposit field at a U.S. Advantage Gold’s major offering is the gold IRA. Nonetheless, with goldira1.com , the choice is quite vast and various for an peculiar gold funding company. These magnificent coins are issued in fractional sizes of 1/20 oz, 1/10 oz, 1/4 oz and 1/2 oz, along with the extra acquainted 1 oz coins.

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Transform Your Office Aesthetics with Window Tinting Gold Coast

Are you looking to breathe new life into your office space? Window tinting on the Gold Coast might just be the solution you need! In this guide, we'll explore how window tinting can transform your office aesthetics, the benefits it offers, different options available, and the importance of professional installation services.

Introduction

Welcome to the world of office window tinting gold coast, where functionality meets style. Whether you're aiming to enhance privacy, reduce glare, or simply give your office a modern makeover, window tinting offers a plethora of benefits that can completely transform the look and feel of your workspace.

Benefits of Window Tinting

Enhanced Privacy

Ensure privacy for your employees and clients with window tinting. By reducing visibility from the outside while maintaining clear views from within, tinted windows create a comfortable and secure environment.

Glare Reduction

Improve productivity and comfort by minimizing glare from the sun. With window tinting, you can create a more pleasant working environment with reduced eye strain and improved screen visibility.

UV Protection

Protect your furniture, flooring, and artwork from sun damage with UV-blocking window tinting. Preserve the longevity and vibrancy of your office interiors while ensuring a healthier indoor environment.

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Energy Efficiency

Reduce energy costs and carbon footprint with energy-efficient window tinting. By minimizing heat transfer through windows, tinted films help regulate indoor temperatures, resulting in lower cooling and heating expenses.

Options for Window Tinting

Solar Control Films

Opt for solar control films to combat heat and glare while maintaining natural light. These films come in varying degrees of tint darkness to suit your preferences and needs.

Decorative Films

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Safety and Security Films

Enhance safety and security in your office with specialized window films. These films reinforce glass, providing protection against shattering and intrusions while also offering UV blocking properties.

Professional Installation Services

Ensure optimal results and longevity by investing in professional installation services for your window tinting needs. Experienced professionals on the Gold Coast can assess your requirements, recommend suitable solutions, and expertly install tinted films with precision and care.

Conclusion

In conclusion, window tinting offers a multitude of benefits for transforming your office aesthetics on the Gold Coast. From enhanced privacy and glare reduction to UV protection and energy efficiency, tinted windows can significantly improve the comfort, functionality, and style of your workspace.

Whether you opt for solar control films, decorative films, or safety and security films, professional installation services are essential for achieving optimal results. So why wait? Revamp your office aesthetics with window tinting today and create a space that reflects your brand identity while prioritizing the well-being of your employees and clients.

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Eco-Friendly Energy Storage: The Rise of Solar Batteries

In the quest for sustainable energy solutions, the convergence of solar power and battery technology has sparked a revolution in how we store and utilise renewable energy. Solar batteries Central Coast, once a niche technology, are now becoming increasingly mainstream as society seeks cleaner, more efficient energy storage options.

The Need for Eco-Friendly Energy Storage

As the world grapples with the urgent challenge of climate change, the demand for renewable energy sources has never been greater. Solar power, in particular, has emerged as a frontrunner in the shift away from fossil fuels due to its abundance and accessibility. However, one of the biggest limitations of solar energy has been its intermittency - the sun doesn't shine 24/7, and energy production fluctuates with weather conditions and time of day. This is where energy storage systems, particularly solar batteries, come into play.

The Rise of Solar Batteries

Solar batteries store excess energy generated by solar panels during periods of high sunlight, allowing homeowners and businesses to draw upon this stored energy when the sun isn't shining. This not only increases the self-consumption of solar energy but also provides a reliable backup power source during grid outages. In recent years, advancements in battery technology, coupled with declining costs, have propelled the adoption of solar batteries across residential, commercial, and utility-scale applications.

Key Advantages of Solar Batteries

Energy Independence: Solar batteries empower individuals and communities to reduce their reliance on the grid, thereby enhancing energy independence and resilience.

Cost Savings: By storing excess solar energy and using it during peak demand periods or when electricity rates are high, solar batteries can significantly lower electricity bills over time.

Environmental Benefits: Unlike traditional backup generators or fossil fuel-based power plants, solar batteries produce zero emissions and have a minimal environmental impact, contributing to cleaner air and a healthier planet.

Grid Support: When integrated into the grid, solar batteries can provide valuable services such as peak shaving, load balancing, and voltage regulation, helping to stabilise the electrical grid and support the integration of more renewables.

Challenges and Opportunities

While the adoption of solar batteries is on the rise, several challenges remain, including technological limitations, regulatory barriers, and upfront costs. However, ongoing research and innovation are driving improvements in battery performance, durability, and affordability. Additionally, supportive policies and incentives, such as tax credits and net metering programs, are making solar batteries more accessible to a broader range of consumers.

Technological Challenges

One of the primary challenges facing solar batteries is the need for improved energy density and efficiency. Current battery technologies, such as lithium-ion and lead-acid batteries, have made significant strides in recent years but still fall short of meeting the long-term storage needs of many consumers. Researchers are actively exploring alternative battery chemistries, such as solid-state batteries and flow batteries, which offer the potential for higher energy densities, faster charging times, and longer cycle lives.

Regulatory Hurdles

In many regions, outdated regulations and policies present barriers to the widespread deployment of solar batteries. Utility companies, for example, may impose restrictions on the installation of energy storage systems or limit the ability of consumers to sell excess energy back to the grid. Addressing these regulatory hurdles will require collaboration between policymakers, utilities, and industry stakeholders to create a more conducive environment for solar battery integration.

Cost Considerations

While the cost of solar batteries has declined significantly in recent years, upfront costs remain a barrier for many consumers, particularly in the residential market. However, as economies of scale continue to drive down prices and technological advancements improve battery performance, the financial equation is shifting in favour of solar batteries. Additionally, innovative financing models, such as leasing and power purchase agreements (PPAs), are making solar batteries more accessible to consumers with limited upfront capital.

Environmental Impact

In the pursuit of sustainable energy solutions, it's essential to consider the environmental impact of solar batteries throughout their lifecycle. While solar batteries themselves produce zero emissions during operation, the manufacturing process and disposal of battery materials can have environmental consequences if not managed properly. Efforts to improve battery recycling and reduce the use of rare and toxic materials are critical to minimising the environmental footprint of solar battery systems.

The Future of Solar Batteries

Looking ahead, the future of solar batteries appears bright. As economies of scale continue to drive down costs and efficiency improvements make energy storage more viable, solar batteries are poised to play an increasingly pivotal role in the transition to a sustainable energy future. Moreover, with growing emphasis on decarbonisation and resilience in the face of climate change, solar batteries offer a scalable and adaptable solution to meet the evolving needs of our energy landscape.

Innovations on the Horizon

Several exciting innovations are on the horizon that could further accelerate the adoption of solar batteries. From next-generation battery chemistries to advanced energy management systems and smart grid technologies, researchers and engineers are continually pushing the boundaries of what's possible in energy storage. For example, researchers are exploring the use of artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning algorithms to optimise battery performance and maximise energy savings for consumers.

Policy and Market Dynamics

The widespread adoption of solar batteries will depend not only on technological advancements but also on supportive policies and market dynamics. Governments around the world are increasingly recognising the importance of energy storage in achieving climate goals and are implementing policies to incentivize its deployment. From subsidies and tax incentives to mandates for renewable energy integration, policymakers have a crucial role to play in driving the transition towards a more sustainable energy future.

Eco-friendly energy storage, exemplified by the rise of solar batteries, represents a crucial step towards achieving a more sustainable and resilient energy system. By harnessing the power of the sun and coupling it with advanced battery technology, we have the opportunity to unlock a cleaner, more efficient energy future for generations to come. As we continue to embrace renewable energy solutions, let us not overlook the transformative potential of solar batteries in shaping a greener, more sustainable world. With continued innovation, collaboration, and supportive policies, the era of solar-powered energy storage is just beginning.

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Have to check the whole length of your exhaust I'm running something through it I'll see if it's clogged he gets everything else and then you have to if you're still not starting you can try new carburetor or rebuilding it if not you need to look inside the cylinder could be seized and if it seized you need a new motor a lot of motors will not hook up to motorcycles so it's better to get a new set and now a lawn mower engine works great self-propelled stand-up push mowers don't really have enough power at all you need a ride to lawn mower and there might be some available you can also go electric but right now they need motorcycles in the West in the south and we fight a lot and we tell each other off but we have to do its logical and you guys need motorcycles you have a ton of them that the engine's broke and the rest of the parts are still good and working and still in the garage and a lot of you don't know that you can still start it you clean out the car battery clean out the cylinder you clean out the exhaust and a lot of them start right up there are those two factors but really you can get a lawn mower engine and transmission and throw it in there if you're a motor is broken or worn out and it'll work in 5 minutes we recommend a 35 for most motorcycles the size of the one you see here the triumph and It Go in any motorcycle if you're bigger like our son you need a 65 if you're big like Joe you need a 100 but that's what it is and a lot of motorcycles can come out of there there's a whole bunch of lawn mower engines that are in storage that people will sell you just have to buy them there's only a few motorcycle engines but there's tons of these motorcycle engines with gears you just have to ask

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Don't worry you're going to be out of balance soon you're leaving and everybody knows it tons of you getting your stuff together now there's going to be riding lawn mowers and motorcycles leaving and you know what they drive right out of here and then put liquid cooling and to take it out of their car and it looks like the funkiest thing you've ever seen I've seen him do it and they change the gears and it works and they go fast they put wind screens and the license plate on there they all go in a big bunch so the cops can't get out of them it's a crazy life but someone's going to do it

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