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Eddie stole.

Not very often, but it would happen quickly. Sometimes even he didn’t notice. It started when he was little. His dad had started him in kindergarten, practicing shoplifting and such.

When he got a little older (around nine when he started learning to hot-wire cars) he would steal bigger things; notebooks from his classmates, confiscated toys for his friends, groceries. Afterwords he would always feel a knot of guilt in his stomach. He would repeat what his dad had always told him in his head as a mantra: “take advantage of the world before it takes advantage of you.”

In the next few years he developed a set of rules for himself: don’t take from someone who needs it, don’t take from individual people, only take things you need. He’d justify taking that candy bar when his stomach hurt from hunger by reasoning it was a large company who wouldn’t miss anything. He only stole to survive.

Then he moved in with Uncle Wayne. They didn’t have a lot, but Eddie wasn’t as hungry as he used to be. Wayne tried to gently guide him through high school, teaching him new values. One time Eddie had stolen a jar of peanut butter for their lunches. Wayne came home and asked where it had come from. Eddie didn’t know what to say, no one had ever asked him where the groceries came from. It had always been strictly don’t ask don’t tell. Eddie had felt so embarrassed and ashamed that he never tried it again. That night Wayne sat him down to tell him that they were fine, they’d always have food on the table and enough for treats every now and again.

Eddie fought hard to break the habit, but he did teach himself not to pick up things, even small objects like pens or coins. It was difficult.

By the time he was redoing senior year Eddie hadn’t stole anything in a long time, didn’t even think to. That is, until he and Steve sat in the camper after stocking up on weapons. Steve had gotten a pack of gum (nervous habit) and popped a piece in his mouth. When Steve looked away, Eddie watched the other man’s jaw work as he chewed and gum and reached over subtly to take a piece from the package, wanting to know what Harrington’s mouth tasted like right then.

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

To everyone who WANTS to work out and be more active, but can’t make it out of bed bc or depression or burnout etc. YOU DONT HAVE TO GET OUT OF BED.

Here’s a list of exercises I’ve found I can do in my bed. Please be aware that as long as you are happy with yourself, that great. I just made this list for myself when it’s hard to get out of bed, but I still WANT to get some exercise in. This list is not meant to shame anyone or tell people that they have to work out or say any “no excuses” bullshit. This is really just for fun and for when you’re feeling up for it. Love you guys and take care of yourself ❤️

Note: I do not have experience with chronic pain or issues with mobility, so if you are in bed for those reasons, this list may not be for you, but if you feel up to giving them a try, great!

- leg raises

- planks

- Russian twists

- supermans

- side planks

- knee push ups or push ups

- flutter kicks

- shoulder tap planks

- bicycles

- hollow body hold

- modified tricep dips (where you get in a crab-walk stance and dip your arms up and down)

Anyway, love you guys. Have fun and take care of yourself.

Peter: Davy look! I got a box of crayons that has 100 colors inside!

Davy: color me impressed

Peter: *digging through box in distress* I don’t have that one!

Mike: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

Peter: The secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you’ll need.

Micky: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling.

Davy: The third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer.

I’m just a boy who love itty bitty shorts

People who drink coffee: why did you start?

I don't drink coffee and I've never wanted to, but that's obviously ~not normal~, so I'm curious why most people do start drinking it.

Hey now those (your big brown eyes) are some dangerous weapons you got there be careful where you aim those things

Source: I’m Told I Had A Good Time

Davy Jones