STEVE AND ROBIN, CHANGE MY MF MIND.

STEVE AND ROBIN, CHANGE MY MF MIND.

Somthing stupid someone said to me, that I’ll never forget, was that time in like 4th grade, this girl asked for my star sign

I was confused, but I said “I’m an Aires”

And she had the AUDACITY for a TEN YEAR OLD to say “Oh we can’t be friends then”

I WAS LIKE ???

And like I didn’t even know this girl, she just came up to me and asked my star sign, then announced that we aren’t friends like girl what—

I asked her why and she said “I’m a Leo”

I can tell her mom was one of those astrology girls—

As Taylor swift once said, “You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room.”

Hawkins High had a procedure for when the lights went out. The procedure went like this: First, every teacher locked the doors, then they instructed every student to find a buddy to stand next to for the next however long the lights would be out for.

The principal usually shut the power off to the whole school after making an announcement that they would be doing the “Blackout drill.”

It was a mandatory routine, Steve had been doing it for a few years because they did it on the second day of a new school year. Every time, he’d either be next to a girl who would get a bit too touchy because for some reason they weren’t allowed to talk with the power off, or one of the basket ball boys. This time was different.

“Alllllrighty students, this is your principal speaking, we are about to preform the Blackout drill. If you are new here and do not know what it is, I shut the power off to the whole school and you have to sit there in the dark next to someone for 30 minutes, then school proceeds as normal when the power is back on.” The principal said from the intercom. A collective groan came from several students, including Steve. “Okay, you heard him. Everyone find a person to be next to. I really don’t care who unless you guys start getting handsy.” The teacher got up to lock the door.

Steve looked around for anyone to be next to, but this time the girls congregated amongst themselves and the basket ball boys had already found each other. So Steve walked to the back of the classroom to hopefully find someone. Everyone else had already found their friends. But then, Steve saw a fluffy haired boy nervously standing against a counter in the corner. Out of sight, out of mind.

Confidently, Steve went to stand next to him and as soon as he saw his face, he recognized him. “Eddie, right?” He asked. “Uh, yeah.” The boy fidgeted with his hands. “Cool. I’m Steve. Although, you’ve probably heard of me already, huh?” Steve crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter with Eddie. “Mhm. King Steve.” He mumbled. “Right.” Steve said quietly.

The awkward silence only grew between them as the power shut off. To be fair, no one said a word. But Steve could’ve sworn he felt Eddie shaking next to him; he wanted to say something, but everyone was instructed to stay quiet.

This was the longest 30 minutes of Steve’s life, it seemed to last forever and nothing of note had happened for a while since he felt Eddie shivering. Then out of nowhere, Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand; pulling it down from the counter. And that’s when he seemed to stop shaking.

Should I finish this?

What if, hear me out, Au where Steve was a youth pastor in a homophobic church and one day this punk looking boy unwillingly comes to church with his uncle (Eddie, dUH) and Steve gets his bisexual awakening seeing this absolute masterpiece of a human being (to him)

And when Steve decides “Fuck the church” and runs off with his new found bf after being kicked out by his parents, Eddie decides to give the church one last goodbye for Steve

He walks in wearing the most ungodly (pun intended) outfit possible, sits through all the Jesus and God gibberish, and decides to give a goodbye speech that goes something like: “Hello people of the church. I would love to give one last goodbye before I leave for good.” Everyone nods in agreement, although judging his outfit, they listen. “Jesus will always be with me,” He starts, people seem happy. “EVEN WHEN MY BOYFRIEND GIVES ME HICKEYS!” Eddie yells. The people obviously gasp and gawk bc who would say such a thing?

Eddie leaves with a bang and before he walked out, he adds one last grain of salt to the gaping wound, “And God is a woman.”

What do we think?

Not exercise as in fitness, exercise as in “AWAY WITH YEE DEMON!”

Not exercise as in “extra fries”, exercise as in I’m clutching a crucifix in one hand and a random Bible in the other.

Not exercise as in going to the gym, exercise as in a fast paced walk to a random religious family’s home in the middle of the night to banish their beloved daughter into the shadow realm.

Not exercise as in sparing hours to get in shape, exercise as in sparing countless nights and days getting this damn old woman back down in her rocking chair instead of speaking cryptic runes.

Oh to be a non-religious exorcist in a commonly demon possessed town.

I’m sensitive and I’m proud

So what if I cry after a long day? Yeah, I feel like I disappointed or annoyed at least one person because I’m not good enough and I talk too much

But that’s nothing to be ashamed of!

Sometimes.