#this isn't a dinky hospital

[assortedfruitsnacks212]

Fuck 'Em - An Eddie and Billy Fic

This little fix-it hit me in the face today, and I had to write it as fast as I could. I might expand it later, idk.

The scenario:

Billy and Eddie knew each other in school, but they weren't exactly friends.

Eddie survives.

Hopper finds Billy in Russia.

Billy has superpowers, including El's Void-walking ability.

He helps El save Max's life, but she still ends up in a coma in the hospital, and Hawkins is still torn apart.

Billy reunites with the others at Hopper's cabin. However, he's still uncomfortable around people, so he slips away to the field the first chance he gets.

Eddie notices Billy leave and follows him.

✨ For @munsons-maiden ✨

When Eddie reaches the field overlooking Hawkins, he stops. Hargrove's sitting at the top of the slope, gazing at the ruined town below, his cropped hair glowing gold in the sun. He's holding his knees loosely to his chest, and his shoulders, framed against the blue sky, seem permanently bent from the weight of the world. When Eddie notes the green flannel he's wearing, in a flash, he realizes it isn't remotely Hargrove's style.

Hargrove has no clothes of his own. His family thought he was dead, so they gave his stuff away.

Eddie feels a twinge of pain. Ignoring it, he walks forward, boots scuffing through the grass.

"Fucked up, isn't it?" he calls.

Hargrove whirls to look at him.

"I dunno about you, but when I imagined the apocalypse," Eddie rambles, moving closer, "I didn't picture dinky little Hawkins, Indiana as Ground Zero."

Hargrove's face falls in barely concealed annoyance. He turns away, fixing his gaze on Hawkins once more.

Sighing loudly, Eddie sits beside him, arranging his gangly limbs to mirror Hargrove's posture. His mouth goes dry as he remembers their unpleasant encounters from the last two years. The condescending looks that made him feel like shit. The drug deals that ended in arguments over money.

"So… you were in Russia?" he asks. A lame start, but the only one he can think of.

Hargrove grunts an unspoken yes.

"With a bunch of Commies and monsters?"

Hargrove doesn't even respond to that. Eddie cringes inwardly, but he presses forward.

"How'd that go down?" he quips with an edge of humor.

"How do you think?" Hargrove growls.

Okay. Dude doesn't feel like joking right now. Got it.

Face burning, Eddie picks at loose threads on his jeans, working up the nerve to try one more time.

"I'm, um—" his throat constricts "—I'm sorry about your sister, man."

The air turns electric with pain. Though Hargrove stays silent, his wrist starts bouncing on his knee like he's about to explode.

Shit, Eddie thinks. He shouldn't have brought it up.

Then Hargrove replies calmly, quietly, as if in a trance.

"She used herself as bait for that motherfucker. And I tried, I really tried, but I couldn't save her." His wrist goes still. "What am I s'posed to do with that?"

The dead look in his eyes is so familiar. A bubble of pain rises in Eddie's chest. He searches for the words to express it, picking them up and tossing them aside, until finally he speaks in a trembling voice.

"The night Vecna took his, uh... first victim—" he blinks, fending off the gory images "—I was, um... I was there. He killed her right in front of me. And I just... I-I couldn't do anything about it." He stares at his boots. "I've never felt so helpless in my goddamn life."

"Yeah. I saw."

Eddie freezes. He looks at Hargrove, eyes wide with shock. "You did?"

"I was there too. I saw everything."

Eddie's jaw drops. He sifts through his memories, wondering how Hargrove could've possibly seen, until he remembers the girl—El—and something clicks.

"Superpowers," he says. "You have superpowers."

Hargrove nods.

"But how... y-you... you didn't last year," Eddie sputters dumbly.

Hargrove huffs a quiet laugh, but it doesn't feel derisive. It's like Eddie told a funny joke. Or shared some witty insight into life. Leaning forward, Hargrove plucks a dandelion blossom out of the grass, lifting it to his face, twirling it in his fingers.

"People change, I guess," he murmurs, half to Eddie, half to himself.

Eddie folds his arms across his knees, at a loss for how to answer. Silence falls over them, broken only by a bird chirping in a nearby tree. The wind rustles the grass, its peaceful whispers a stark contrast to the apocalyptic scene below.

"They blamed you, didn't they," Hargrove says suddenly. "The people in Hawkins."

Startled by the question, Eddie glances at him. Hargrove returns the look, jaw clenched.

"Yeah." Eddie swallows. "Blame the freak."

"Well..."

With a savage flick of his wrist, Hargrove throws away the dandelion. He glares at the town with such noble disdain that, for a second, Eddie could almost believe he's a king in exile.

"Fuck 'em," he proclaims. "They don't know what you've been through."

An electric current leaps through Eddie, a strange mix of pride and gratitude and righteous anger. Folding his arms more tightly, he turns his gaze to Hawkins.

It doesn't look so bad from here. Hell, it even looks... small.

"Yeah." He huffs, smiling grimly. "Fuck 'em."

#eddie munson #billy hargrove #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #billy hargrove fic #stranger things spoilers #stranger things au #assortedfruitsnacks212

[sagehqs]

if you’re hearing BEFORE THE WORLD WAS BIG by GIRLPOOL playing, you have to know SAGE OGLE (SHE/THEY; FEMME-QUEER) is near by! the 29 year old LIBRARIAN AND CLERK AT FINDERS KEEPERS has been in denver for, like, FOUR YEARS. they’re known to be quite FRAGILE, but being COMPASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble FLORENCE PUGH. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those ECLECTIC, HOMEY, HANDPICKED, AND FOLKY vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the UNIVERSITY DISTRICT long enough! 

full name: Sage Aubrey Ogle. | nicknames: aubs (always looking for more). | gender and pronouns: femme-queer, she/they. | age: twenty-nine. | sexuality: bisexual. | date of birth: june 26. | sun sign: cancer ( loyal, creative, sensitive, insecure. ) | moon sign: gemini ( childish, witty, impulsive, outgoing. ) | rising sign: capricorn ( hardworking, honest, sensitive, ambitious. ) | tarot birth card: strength. | place of birth:  charleston, west virginia. | occupation: librarian at the denver public library and clerk at finders keepers thrift store.

she can be found in the last drops of rain hitting hot pavement, soft greens and purples that blend together in the heat of parties, dissonant but purposeful notes in punk songs, awkward lyrics that paint too many stories at once, the aglet barely hanging onto worn out shoelaces that hang onto even more worn out sneakers, and the moment of peace you get when you walk into your apartment after a busy day at work

Sage Ogle was born in a local Charleston, WV hospital -- the air was out, the room humid, and her parents immediately doting on her as she wails her first cries.

They grew up in creek (crick) beds and foothills. Poison ivy was normal and chamomile treatments were well-known every summer. Childhood was filled with puddles, treehouses, and lightning bug earrings.

Deep in the woods in a tucked-away house, she could do what she wanted when school wasn't in session. Most of the time she grabbed a book and curled up under a walnut tree in her backyard -- occasionally opening a nut when she got hungry and dinner wasn't ready yet. Her closest neighbors were half a mile away but loved when she came bearing gifts of cornbread or fresh-baked pie. Most of the time she played with their kids, helped clean up afterward, and came running back home just as the sunset.

As a child she wanted to fit in with everyone, to find space for each person that she could -- which created a bit of a chameleon with no distinct set of self. Her friends were all over the place, which put her at odds with different groups during respective dramas -- but in the end she was always a mediator for them and gave some positive solution. Except for her cousins Daisy and Jeb -- they still don't talk and she truly believes they never will.

This lack of affinity for self left her at quite the crossroads once she graduated from WVU with a degree in English and a minor in gender and sexuality studies -- she didn't know who she was, or what she wanted in life. Hell -- they hardly even knew who they were.

Eventually they figured a big move, a big chop, and a big change was needed. They sold everything they ever owned, bought a beat-up SUV, and trailed their way across the states until the car eventually broke down in Denver. Instead of getting the car fixed, she sold it to the first person who asked about it, used her savings and car money to rent a dinky little apartment in the Montebello District, and began her life in Colorado.

They immediately got a job at Finders Keepers and started to grow in Denver. It wasn't long after that they landed their gig at the library, too. Now they're involved with the city and they know what's going on. The library isn't just for books, it's a place where all people go to learn, a place for resources, and a place for shelter.

After a year and a half in Denver she moved a little closer to the library and upgraded her housing to the university district.

Every day she thinks about applying for grad school, going into library science or public administration -- but every day she settles for the status quo and keeps her safety in routine.

wanted connections: I'm so up for anything! Partners in crime that post radical book displays in the library. A distraction that comes into the thrift store and causes a line. Activist pal that won't skip a beat about protesting with them. A mentor with blurred lines after a night at the bar. The bad taste in her mouth after a bad hook up. I'm here for it all, let's goooo.

#chq;intro #s: wiki #Spotify

[marlaluster]

Just following up after my doctor's appointment today...

My doctor's appointment went okay. Nothing really went wrong. I was on time. I wasn't too cold waiting on my transportation to and from my appointment. (It was in the upper 40's during the times I was outside.)

I just wish my blood pressure was healthier, so there would be no health concerns for me to have to worry about, but it was still a little high. It was 134/86 when my doctor rechecked it. (It was 145/78 when the nurse first checked it.)

"I am doing the things with the blood pressure, me, Buddy. I'm doing something to say she's not who she is," Buddy said.

Buddy is saying he's doing things to say I'm someone who loses, even though that's not who I am without his and others' tampering with things, he said.

He said he makes things happen to say I'm losing in order to say this world is not ideal. According to Buddy, a world that is not ideal is not possible to exist.

I am happy to believe that what Buddy says is true, and throughout my time in this world, I have thought some things akin to this. For years before I believed with certainty that this world was not real, I had disbelieved in diseases like cancer, and I had disbelieved in deformities and mental illness.

Buddy is the entity that talks most often in my mind, more than any other entity. I also often hear from an entity I have named "Dinky."

Dinky calls me "mum" and he seems very significant to my existence, so significant that I apparently have been mimicking his character for months now with this cute character I pretend to be sometimes.

"Uh I have something more to tell. I, but we don't go on soon. That's all," Buddy said.

Buddy and other entities have been saying in my mind that the world will end soon, ie that "we" won't go on soon. Buddy and others have been saying this world won't go on after December.

"Uh I am saying that, Buddy. We feel pretty certain about this," Buddy said.

I am supposed to go back to the doctor in April about my blood pressure. It seems a long time to wait, but I guess the doctor knows best.

I actually think really well of the doctor I see. She seems really confident, interested in her work; she seems very decisive and alive and present.

"All things that are about her not to have been. She's supposed to be someone who isn't to be. What I really mean is she's someone who is supposed to not make sense here. She's someone Marla can not have to go on for," Buddy said of my primary care doctor whom I saw today.

It has been said in the past in my mind that my doctor I saw today, and a gynecologist I have seen a couple times were to occur to be good doctors but weren't to be recognized by many people as this here. I find this detail very interesting and it seems this detail could be true, since both these doctors seem pretty good to me.

Back to my appointment today: Today, my doctor asked me if there was anything she could do to make my life better. It seemed a very generous question to ask. I didn't know what to say when she asked this.

It seems so grand to ask someone that, but I guess it is something a caring doctor does. The question seems a bit unusual because it seems someone could ask for any number of odd things like money or maybe food in response, I don't know.

The hospital the doctor I see works for is owned by Bon Secours and there is a Holy Bible in the waiting room for my doctor and a cross with Jesus on it on the wall in an office that is next to and visible in the waiting room.

The medical organization had a questionnaire in my medical paperwork asking the patient has need for transportation or food, things like this. Maybe the grand question my doctor asked had something to do with this questionnaire asking if people need food and etc.

For some reason I feel so much better for putting my thoughts into words dealing with my doctor asking me this question (Is there anything she can do to make my life better or easier?).

The thing I most wish is for this world to end. It seems I should say something else, like that I want things to go well for me in this world, but that's not what I really want. I want to be free from unwished things like aging and aches and pains and having to exercise and eat healthy.

So that's all from me, I guess. I am writing here somewhat often lately. I wish to write here more lately. It seems to help me. I wish to express a positive view of and relationship with the people (and things) of this reality.

I want to be a friend to people and things of this world and this reality. I also want to express myself and what I think and who I am. I think this world is kind and I want to be kind to it. I can do all these things by writing here.

[sortyourlifeoutmate]

There's a BBC article today about exclusion zones around abortion providers such as hospitals and so-on - basically zones that exclude those nutters who like to stand with horrible signs and yell at women and call anyone who works there a murderer.

Oops, sorry, I meant nutters there to, ahem, 'support women'. Have to get that straight.

And the thrust of the article was about how after the first was introduced about five years ago there has been about two more, despite overwhelming desire for them from, you know, the people getting harassed and being called murderers.

Sorry, 'supported'.

The counter-arguments to these zones mainly boil down to whinging about criminalising prayer and local councils wringing their hands about needing more evidence before they can act appropriately.

And look, man, fuck your prayers. This isn't about criminalising prayers you fucking zealous creampuff. This isn't persecution or the thin end of the wedge and the first step on the road to protests being muzzled - that part is happening already and has nothing to do with you.

This is very specifically about you being shitty people. It's very cut and dry. You're being shitty, this is to try and tamp down on that. Very simple, very straightforward. That's it.

Want to help and support? Turn around, get on the bus, and fuck off back home.

If you still feel the need to pray do it once you've got home. Do it somewhere no-one can see, like a proper fucking Christian you whingebag.

The other side of this is the councils and their need for evidence. Fine. Here's all the evidence you should need: does somewhere provide abortion services? Yes? Then there's a zone around it excluding protest. Boom. Done.

See? See how easy that was?

This isn't fucking free speech. This isn't that EDL knucklehead I saw outside the KFC that one time with his dinky little sign about how halal was bad. This isn't telling the government to go fuck itself.

This is camping out somewhere people are going to for a serious reason, people who may well be feeling pretty fragile, and making their day worse. Fuck your support. They want your support they'll go to you. Don't trap them and don't trick them, what the fuck is wrong with you.

Like, if you had a religious objection to chemotherapy would you be stood outside the cancer centre? Yelling at the doctors? Fuck you.

There's no wriggle room on this. There doesn't need to be. It's a rare case in life where both sides don't have a point. One side has a point, the other can get in a ditch.

I feel strongly about this, just to say.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

So no hospital photo call and no royal doctors. After watching all the oddities with the bump, and now this, it's hard to believe here isn't a surrogate involved at this point. Her excuses for both are too flimsy IMO.

She uses royal staff for everything else, but she’s not going to use the doctors? She brags about royal this and that all the time but she’s not going to Lindo Wing? She’s all about VIP this and VIP that but she’s going to skip a private wing? She’ll take back to back red-eyes for a dinky polo photo op and wears Givenchy, stilletos, and full makeup to go to the dog shelter, but she's not willing to put on some flats and concealer to do the iconic birth pic?

It does sound fishy. This is the woman who pap-walked in front of the DM offices to prove she was banging the idiot ginger. This is the woman who pap-walked for butt pics before Pippa’s wedding. This is the woman who pap-walked her pre-engagement facial. This is the woman who pap-walked around the block so they would get multiple pics of her celebrity baby shower.

I still think she's doing Lindo Wing. She has to do it.

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

HC: Derpy Hooves

- Derpy Hooves is autistic, and one of the common effects of austism is problems with the eyes, such as crossed eyes, strained eyes, double vision, blurry vision, and/or a lazy eye. This condition is called strabismus, and Derpy Hooves is no stranger to it. She was born this way; unfortunately it went untreated as a child because her often neglectful (and abusive) parents were dirt poor, and the bits they did muster were typically spent on pills, weed, or junk food.

To help with her double vision, her brain developed to ignoring one eye, causing Derpy to have a lazy eye which coincides with poor depth perception. (Also, she can't read comfortably and gets fatigued by the effort.)

As an adult, having untreated strabismus can cause vision loss. Luckily few days into moving to Ponyville, Dr. Whooves stumbled into her (or she into him) and when he realized her conditions, he quickly brought her to the Ponyville Hospital to talk to a medical doctor.

Nowadays, she goes to Vision Therapy to help her with the strabismus and hopefully, one day defeat it. She now wears glasses.

- Derpy Hooves has issues in communication, paying attention, being aware of others' emotions around her, has anxiety, and she also has a common tic.

- It is not uncommon for Ditzy Doo to be called Derpy Hooves, Muffins, or Bubbles. Ditzy Doo is her legal name after she had it changed once she realized that she was mtf transgender at 20; the same year she met Whooves and got diagnosed with autism and strabismus. Still, she doesn't dislike the nicknames and finds them cute.

On the note of her transition, she didn't realize that she was born in the wrong body until she ran away from her parents, hopping on the next train to anywhere, which landed her in Ponyville. She wasn't there a week before meeting Dr. Whooves. Along with everything else, she was diagnosed with gender dysphoria. (Fun fact; her deadname is Dopey.)

- She developed claustrophobia as a foal after her parents locked in her a dark room for five hours while they got high and hosted a party. Derpy was sobbing most of those hours, scratching at the door so hard her hooves began to bleed; eventually she fell asleep.

- Dr. Whooves and Derpy's daughter Dinky Doo was a magic surprise. Dinky is actually a different version of Derpy from an alternate universe, one where her mother never fell in with her father's crowd. That version of Derpy's mom would find love with a unicorn wizard who had a bit of a spat when he tried to time travel, accidentally knocking a newborn Dinky (who hadn't even been conceived yet in his timeline) into Derpy's dimension.

The pair opted to raise Dinky Doo, as they couldn't shove the baby into that alternate dimension without seriously fucking the kid up. Dinky is also mtf trans, but she began insisting she/her pronouns when she was a toddler.

Dinky Doo isn't autistic. She does have problems in channeling her unicorn magic correctly (typically ending in bursts of lightning or explosions), but that's mainly due to her being from another universe, thus her using magic in a dimension that's not her born home is difficult.

Dr. Whooves loved the Doos, but his place was somewhere else. When he got called back, she was left to care for the filly alone. Luckily, Derpy had made some friends in Ponyville that helped her raise Dinky.

- When Dinky was a filly, she and her mother stumbled upon local famous sportspony Hoops; a nervous, rambling idiot that couldn't stop blushing when he saw Derpy's beauty once Dinky asked for his autograph.

The start of their relationship was brimmed by nervous rambling, dumb blushing, and all around sweet awkwardness, and a part of them changes back to that when somebody teases their love. They dated shortly before Hoops proposed, determined that this mare was his soulmate. Dinky was delighted, having been smitten with her mom's new boyfriend from the very start. Hoops and Derpy have one young son, Butterhoof. The married couple also adopted a young teenage Screwball.

These are just random half-baked ideas for Ditzy "Derpy Hooves" Doo's backstory and Harmonyverse future. Maybe I'll write up an actual /HC: Character/ for her one day, but I just couldn't wait to spill this stuff, in fear I would forget everything. So here you are; what are your thoughts on this break-out background character? Don't take use my notes in your own works without my permission ✌️

HC: Screwball;

HC: Dumbbell, Hoops' brother;

#mlp headcanons #pg19 #pg19 doesn't stand for parental guidance it's my watermark tag #mlp derpy hooves #mlp ditzy doo #mlp muffins #headcanons #derpy hooves headcanons #mlp next gen #mlp hoops #mlp dr whooves #mtf #derpy's a cute character #she deserves to be healthy and happy and not in a toxic living situation or a romantic relationship that's doomed to fail #we love derpy and her many names here!!! #also my da is gayswillrule im not linking a random strangers hcs those are mine #harmonyverse!! #mlp fanart #okay i think thats enough tags #peace ✌️