If I Should Stay
So… I just realized I never explained the title? It’s from Eddie’s favorite song, “I Will Always Love You”. If y’all got that, kudos! If not, congrats, you’re just like me! 😂
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They leave the bathroom together, Eddie bowing dramatically as he lets Steve exit first, pulling a chuckle from Steve.
His eyes find Robin as soon as they walk into the living room. He asks a silent question with his eyes—Does she know?—and gets a silent answer: No. He sighs and turns to his sister, who is already looking at him. “Can we talk?” He asks, but she’s already standing and walking towards him.
She ruffles his hair with a familiar hand, poking his arm with her other hand as she grins at him. “Sure thing, bud. Lead the way.”
Steve pauses to sigh at Robin. “Can you brainstorm? Try to figure out how?”
Robin nods seriously. “I’ll fill them in.”
Steve nods and lets himself be led away.
As soon as they’re away from the rest, tucked away in a little side room, Alli hits him with a serious look. “What’s going on, bud? I know what you look like when you cry.” She tugs a piece of his hair and gives him a sad sort of smile.
He tries to smile, but it crumples immediately. “Sorry,” he whispers, trying not to cry.
He fails at that, too, when Alli tuts and pulls him into a hug. “It’s alright, bubba,” she murmurs. She’s taller than him, and it brings him right back to being five years old, scraping his knee outside and running to her because he knew she’d console him.
A sob tears out of his throat, and he hides his face in her neck, waiting for the tears to abate again.
Eventually they do, and he pulls back to wipe at his face, smiling at Alli when she hands him a tissue. “Sorry,” he murmurs again.
She just rolls her eyes and pokes his arm again. “Quit apologizing,” she says. “Now, what’s going on? How do I help?”
He stares at her for a moment. “I love you.”
She softens. “I love you too, bubba, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Yeah.” He takes a breath, rakes a hand through his hair. “So this is gonna sound really crazy, but I’m from four years in the future. Or I think I am. Now I’m not sure, because you’re here.”
She frowns. “Do I move, or something?”
“No. Alli…” he sighs again, scrubs a hand down his face. “You-” he swallows down tears. “You died when I was six, on a girls’ trip to Indy.”
She frowns. “That doesn’t make much sense.”
“I know.” Another sigh. He’s been doing that a lot lately, he absently thinks. “That’s why I asked Robin to figure it out.”
Alli nodded. “Your girlfriend, right? Or- no, that’s Nancy—oh, the future—”
“No,” he interrupts. Can’t help the smile. “Nancy and I… something happens, in the future, in the past, and, uh. I broke up with her?”
Alli blinks. Her expression is begging for clarification, so he sighs. “In a week she calls me—and my love for her—bullshit at a party. I don’t know how much longer it is after that, but she and Jonathan Byers hook up while we’re still technically dating.”
Alli’s eyes narrow, turn calculating. “And to think I-”
“Alli,” he pleads. “It’s okay. She didn’t do anything yet, it’s all in the future, remember? But I had four years to think on it and I realized we were never really it for each other, it was just comfortable, you know?”
Alli nods. “So… is Robin it for you?”
Steve chuckles. “In a different way, yeah. She’s my best friend in the entire world. Knows more about me than anyone else. And I’d do anything for her, and I know she’d do anything for me, but… we’re not together. And we’re never gonna get together, either. Neither of us want that.”
She nods. “But you’ve found the person who’s it for you?”
Steve bites his lip. “Maybe.”
A familiar gleam appears in her eye: the one she used to get when she’d sneak him a cookie too close to dinner time. “Oh?”
Steve worries at his lip. “Promise not to hate me?”
“I could never,” she says immediately.
“Alli,” he murmurs. Hates how his voice is shaking. “I need you to promise me, please.”
She stoops to look him in the eye. “I promise,” she says seriously. “I could never hate you, Steve.”
He takes a breath, nods. “Out there right now. Um.” Another breath. “His name is Eddie.”
She grins at him. “I met him. Damn, bubba, you have a type, huh?”
Steve blushes scarlet. “Shut up,” he mumbles, but leans toward her when she tugs him into a hug, hums when her lips press to the top of his head.
“Hey.”
He lifts his head. “Yeah?”
“You know my friend Cassidy?”
Steve narrows his eyes in thought, then nods. “Yeah, you’ve known her forever.”
“Yeah.” She bites her lip on her smile, nods.
“Oh,” he whispers, then begins to laugh. “What are the odds?”
“What are the odds indeed,” she laughs.
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so...it seems like ruby wants to ascend to be like summer.
but given that it's been said that the tree and ascension are about "acceptance", i don't think ruby is really going to ascend in the traditional sense.
ruby's goal for herself and her identity has always been to "be like the heroes in the books".
and now we've seen how jaune has handled that mindset (hint: it wasn't a great way of thinking. ouch).
part of that identity has been centered around summer. she inherited her emblem. she inherited her silver eyes. she's always being compared to her, and she's been living in her mother's shadow—"super mom", the perfect hero.
Qrow: You're special the same way your mom was.
rather, that's the version of summer that ruby has held onto. she's trying to live up to an expectation that was never really set in the first place, because summer wasn't perfect.
Yang: Mom took a risk the day she left. And I don't think it went the way she wanted it to, but she's still my hero.
which—side tangent—i feel like is part of the reason yang didn't seem to notice just how far ruby was falling, so to speak.
yang doesn't see summer as such complete perfection, but she's still her hero.
Yang: It's not like we were asking her to be perfect.
and of course, she (and everyone but ruby herself, really) doesn't expect perfection from ruby either.
and don't get me wrong, yang still definitely idolizes summer—just in a different way from ruby. ruby's idolization of summer is much more...unhealthy. she feels like ruby rose is not enough, but that summer rose is.
Ruby: And it never, ever goes away. The feeling of not being...enough.
The Blacksmith: And how would you measure...enough?
that being said, i'm getting the feeling that we may be getting some insight into summer, whether that be through some flashbacks of her failures, or maybe even how she died (i can only dream).
through that, i think ruby might be able to finally accept herself, because summer wasn't perfect either. ruby is not her, she's her own person.
and she's enough.
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My housemate is moving out in January
She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."
The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.
She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.
The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.
The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.
And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.
All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.
like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.
Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.
(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)
Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.
But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.
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The tradwife movement... I could crack my knuckles and go on a typing diatribe (and did and erased XDD); but I find it interesting that they're poorly disguised business women who make bank off of marketing a lifestyle they themselves don't live by. "Traditional" stay-at-home wives and mothers irl have equal agency in personal and financial decisions in their marriage (names on everything, money set aside for their personal accounts, etc.); and are not "obedient, demur, quiet" 50s/red pill/far right (in the actual, technical term) aesthetics. It's a beautiful thing when done honestly-- aka, not "YOU WON'T GET A MAN UNLESS YOU BECOME A TRADITIONAL WOMEN SO LET ME TEACH YOU HOW, LIKE THE VID, BUY MY COURSE", etc.
THAT BEING SAID, I'm afraid to know... what's sugar dating. I do and don't and really don't want to know.
I've only seen like one of those "you won't get a man unless you become a tradwife" videos. Though I read an article about it being a trend on TikTok and women selling courses teaching young women how to "do it right". Saying things like, if he doesn't get you expensive gifts on your dates, he doesn't love you. It was shocking, to say the least.
I don't know any tradwives personally, and I'm sure you're right that the influencers who market the lifestyle for the most part have their own finances and security. However, many, many women do not. Some really go into this blindly, let their partner decide everything and take care of finances. I see that a lot with the stay-at-home girlfriends who have like zero security.
Like people can do what they want, obviously. It's not for me, that's for sure. I've just seen relationships go to shit and women being left for a younger model, having no work experience whatsoever and not knowing how to pay rent.
People who enter these kinds of relationships, no matter how much in love they are and no matter how much they think nothing will go wrong and they will never break up, need a back-up plan. Just in case.
Sugardating is dating someone who is older and who's usually financially well off. I think it being more of a trend now is also thanks to TikTok.
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