Hello, My Name Is Day. Im A 24 Yo Bisexual Black Man That Has Been Raising My Younger Brother Since The

Hello, my name is Day. Im a 24 yo bisexual black man that has been raising my younger brother since the pandemic hit. we are struggling pretty bad to catch up with bills and its getting more difficult as the summer goes on.

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7/01/2022

The podcast with the Duffers talking about Eddie really pissed me off. They just really came off as if they'd put very little thought into his character other than, hey, wouldn't it be cool if...? So many things don't add up.

Like, them saying he was never going to graduate. That was just an unrealistic dream of his. For one, have they never heard of a GED? (No, but, seriously, have they??)

And also, Eddie wasn't stupid. He read Lord of the Rings. Not an easy novel to get through, and especially frustrating for those who don't read well. He tends to have a pretty impressive vocabulary. Writes out entire D&D campaigns, including maps, etc (again with the reading), and I have yet to meet a D&D DM who isn't smart and creative and incredibly detailed. He pulls percentages out of his ass for weed discounts. And, hello, it's doubtful his family had the means for guitar lessons, so he is one hundred percent self-taught. Which leads me to believe the only reason he hadn't graduated was because he didn't want to (and that's an entirely separate topic delving into Eddie's psyche that I'll save for another day). Let's not also ignore the fact that he very likely designed the Hellfire logo.

But, he had no future. And yes, yes, the whole 'but he was wanted for murder and would end up on death row' excuse. In a show where the government has multiple times stepped in to make up stories to clean up the mess from the Upside Down. Where there was zero evidence to pin it on Eddie, and, oh yeah, multiple witnesses including Steve, Dustin, Max, and Robin who could literally provide an alibi for Eddie during Fred's death??

ETA: ALSO. You can't use the whole murder thing as an excuse when Hopper, the heroic sheriff, would've been back just in time to step in and go, uh, no. Sorry. Not him.

But, seriously, Duffers. Do you think before you say any of this crap?

i understand a lot of people are pissed about what nick said on stream. it wasn't right and it was ableist. but can yall stop trying to make it seem like nick is a negative nancy? like does he have an attitude problem? hell yeah! but some of yall are actually losing focus on what the covo is about.

the covo is about an abelist comment nick made on a live stream...why are some of yall bringing up Nick hitting his brothers when they have hit him as well and eachother? did yall forget when matt swung on nick and damn near took his head off in a video? did yall forget when matt swung on nick for touching the back of his seat during a car video? did yall forget when chris made nick bleed cause he hit him in his lip? did yall forget when matt slapped chris in the head like five times? did yall forget that they are brothers and hit each other every day and every damn video?

and mind yall, some of yall who are dogging nick for his attitude, are the same ones who excuse matt attitude! you gotta be fair about it. and then y'all contradict yall selves too. yall sat up here and was like "i got the ick cause he was threw a chair and was raging about roblox!" talking about matt, was going on full fledge tangents about matt having anger issues and shit, then sat up here and tried to say "the streams were so fun and then nick came back and ruined the vibes!"

WHAT MF VIBES DID HE RUIN?!?!? CAUSE FIRST YALL SAID MATT RUINED EM NOW YALL ACTING LIKE NICK WAS THE ONE WHO RUINED THEM!!!! MAKE THE SHIT MAKE SENSE BRO!

yll are taking this as an opportunity to dog nick for EVERYTHING! SHIT MATT AND CHRIS HAVE ALSO DONE AS WELL!

like can we we actually worry about the actual issue of ableism?! cause its giving yall dgaf about ableism and just wanna dog nick cause you truly don't like him and that's so mf crazy to me.

Anywayyyy, nick was wrong for what he said, i don't like what he said, and that's the only thing to worry about

cockwarming eddie while he rolls a joint

summary: literally what the title says

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming, unprotected sex, p in v, degrading, slight dacryphilia, drug use, eddie himself should be a warning

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you try to remember how you ended up in this situation but your mind was too fogged up to recall. one thing was for sure though, you didn’t wake up that morning and think you’d be sitting on the town freak’s cock as he rolled a joint for you to share with him.

frankly you weren’t surprised, given you were hopelessly devoted to him and anything he did or said. yet as you walked into his trailer at 5:07pm that afternoon it took you little time to realize how the evening would unfold. wondering where wayne was since his shift was nowhere near, you followed the mop of hair into his room as he explained that his uncle was running a few errands before going to the plant.

so what could two promising young adults have in mind to combat the boredom of a crisp late summer night? get high.

that could only be, in your dazed mind, the mere reason for your current situation. as you tried to remain as poised as possible while you were being forced to stare at his hands. getting more agitated as the seconds passed, the pressure on your lower stomach was making you impatient. “stop that” you heard him say extremely close to your ear, but that proximity allowed you to also catch the slight hitch in his throat, consequence of your testy fidgeting.

“eddieeee” you dragged his name in hopes that it would get you what you wanted, but you weren’t even sure what is was that you craved at the moment. for him to forget the fucking blunt in his hands that apparently took all his attention? or for him to fuck you in that same position and then continue rolling the joint, making you feel like the whore you needed to be for him? or perhaps for that same roll of paper that was seemingly your enemy at the moment to be at your lips as you inhale all it’s contents, given you can feel the effect of the previously smoked blunts subside?

“if you move your hips one more time i swear i’m pulling out and not fucking you for a week, you understand that?” all you could do was whimper and cuss at him, aggravated by the growing need that you could feel in every vein and artery. “wasn’t this what you wanted? to be treated like a whore? nothing more than a cum dump? why are you complaining now, hm?”

tears welled up in your eyes, yet it wasn’t because of his words. he knew what he was doing and it was working. eddie loved to rile you up so much that you’d end up taking control, and the jezebel in you would come out. he knew the potential you had and loved to exploit it. yet it could be one of those days where you’re so needy and in such a submissive head space, that you’d go brain dead and not function until he pumps you full of his cum. and that seemed to be the direction in which this night was heading.

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currently working on a pedro fic (it’s purely smutty filth) but i cant write more than a paragraph or two a day without getting distracted.

but it’s nearing 2k words so i’m excited for it, i just need patience and more time. work has been busting my ass and i can’t stay awake past 12am without having to tape my eyes open. hopefully i’ll finish it by the weekend🤞🤞

reposting this because i haven’t written anything in 4 months and the pedro fic is still in my drafts waiting to be finished. if i get enough motivation maybe i’ll post it before march ends🥸

cockwarming eddie while he rolls a joint

summary: literally what the title says

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming, unprotected sex, p in v, degrading, slight dacryphilia, drug use, eddie himself should be a warning

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you try to remember how you ended up in this situation but your mind was too fogged up to recall. one thing was for sure though, you didn’t wake up that morning and think you’d be sitting on the town freak’s cock as he rolled a joint for you to share with him.

frankly you weren’t surprised, given you were hopelessly devoted to him and anything he did or said. yet as you walked into his trailer at 5:07pm that afternoon it took you little time to realize how the evening would unfold. wondering where wayne was since his shift was nowhere near, you followed the mop of hair into his room as he explained that his uncle was running a few errands before going to the plant.

so what could two promising young adults have in mind to combat the boredom of a crisp late summer night? get high.

that could only be, in your dazed mind, the mere reason for your current situation. as you tried to remain as poised as possible while you were being forced to stare at his hands. getting more agitated as the seconds passed, the pressure on your lower stomach was making you impatient. “stop that” you heard him say extremely close to your ear, but that proximity allowed you to also catch the slight hitch in his throat, consequence of your testy fidgeting.

“eddieeee” you dragged his name in hopes that it would get you what you wanted, but you weren’t even sure what is was that you craved at the moment. for him to forget the fucking blunt in his hands that apparently took all his attention? or for him to fuck you in that same position and then continue rolling the joint, making you feel like the whore you needed to be for him? or perhaps for that same roll of paper that was seemingly your enemy at the moment to be at your lips as you inhale all it’s contents, given you can feel the effect of the previously smoked blunts subside?

“if you move your hips one more time i swear i’m pulling out and not fucking you for a week, you understand that?” all you could do was whimper and cuss at him, aggravated by the growing need that you could feel in every vein and artery. “wasn’t this what you wanted? to be treated like a whore? nothing more than a cum dump? why are you complaining now, hm?”

tears welled up in your eyes, yet it wasn’t because of his words. he knew what he was doing and it was working. eddie loved to rile you up so much that you’d end up taking control, and the jezebel in you would come out. he knew the potential you had and loved to exploit it. yet it could be one of those days where you’re so needy and in such a submissive head space, that you’d go brain dead and not function until he pumps you full of his cum. and that seemed to be the direction in which this night was heading.

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