sydrichle

[sydrichle]

Back at the table she sees the chain’s out from the neck of his sweater and her eyes land on it: this glint of gold in the gloom, the unselfconscious way he runs a thumb under it to weigh its heft before tucking the links back inside his collar, and she’s shivering, she realises. Shivering, and mentally pulling up the period-tracking app on her phone, counting the days between outright hatred and aggressive attraction and seeing in the correlation if she’s ovulating because she fucking must be, right. She must be. - junk science on ao3 (shes so me i love a good peak of a gold chain)

[sydrichle]

i might explode when i read your sydrichie fic. I'm a sydcarmy girlie, but I can't deny that sydrichie has A LOT of potential for some complex (and hilarious and hot) stuff. I think their scenes in the show are so interesting.

I hope junk science didn’t disappoint (even if I’m replying to this approx. four months after the fact; sorry chérie). I have so many notes & random sections that didn’t fit into that fic, so if the appetite to write more mutual irritation/attraction comes back the food is already halfway cooked. 🫶🏼

[sydrichle]

sydrichie + that very important original editing for @manderleyfire

[sydrichle]

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

[sydrichle]

🔪🔪🔪 oh, you gonna fucking stab me? maybe I fucking will. 🔪🔪🔪

[sydrichle]

i guess i want to say im cool with richie still being with sydney while hes still fucked up (i might be toxic and i am) its still the enemies to lovers thing. cuz after that fight they definitely have hate sex. and keep releasing their frustrations about carmy through sex but then its just not about sex anymore and its confusing and they love each other / cuz sometimes are like she only notices richie when he gets better / there was hate/love/sexual tension from their first moment he kissed her hand sawry / it took reading the fics for me to get in to now everything is just painted through sydrichie lenses :)

[sydrichle]

im done entertaining the bs because you all just want attention im just blocking people no more talking i want to have fun i want to reblog art and fanfictions not be serious

[sydrichle]

all of you are getting blocked im not reading paragraphs GET A JOB

[sydrichle]

im not trying to present myself to be holier than thou or above anyone. if you dont have the money to help someone the least you can do is reblog a post because you never know who will see it and have the money.

last time i'm saying it and maybe you need to put in chatgpt to figure it out since the girls don't want to have original thoughts anymore. the problem is if you all have enough money to generate 200k imagine how many people you can help with that money. i'm just going to delete messages from my inbox because you all are being obtuse on purpose. open the schools because the girls cant' read and comprehend anymore.

[sydrichle]

Hello my friends, I am Hamad from Gaza. I came to ask for urgent help. My tent was burned due to the Israeli bombing. My family, brothers and I became homeless. Please help me so that I can buy a new tent, which costs $1,000. Living is very expensive due to the closure of the crossings. Donate even $20. It would really help us.🌹

Hello, will share. Donate if you can.

[sydrichle]

You’re the one that asked “where is that money going” bro

once again shut the fuck up

[sydrichle]

morning routine

[sydrichle]

how are niggas gonna die on the cross for ao3. like thats the hill you want to die on. suck my dick

[sydrichle]

The OTW / Ao3 is a registered 501c3 non profit with annually posted budget, finances, and audits. There’s no mystery where the money is going, this is all very easily accessed public info, and decisions about all of this are made by a board that posts minutes of their meetings. Board members are elected by donators. Like, this is one of the least mysterious and most transparent ways one can spend money.

To imply otherwise or suggest ���embezzlement” is occurring makes you come across as, at best, severely uninformed. And at worst, deliberately disingenuous. Either way, it makes your opinions about where other people donate their money very easy to ignore. Not that being educated would change the fact that you have ZERO business giving opinions on the financial decisions of strangers, but you at least wouldn’t look like an idiot doing it. I recommend educating yourself.

(You should also quit using ao3 if you don’t think it deserves donations, because that just makes you a hypocrite. Like honestly, have some consistency if you want to be taken seriously, it’s embarrassing for you.)

shut the fuck up

[sydrichle]

if you donate money to ao3 but refuse to bother with gazans' gfms you should be aware of the fact that you're a walking talking piece of shit

[sydrichle]

it actually unbelievable archive of our own continues to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars each year. where is that money going. its giving embezzlement. if you feel compelled to donate to them instead of gofundmes for sudan, palestine, etc. or help people asking for food, health care, essentials please unfollow me. i'm pinning this. i love fandom fun but if you all can give sums amounting to 200,000 + dollars and you cant open for wallet for marginalized people who actually need it so if this makes you mad you can fuck off

[sydrichle]

decided to re-read tenderizer. just reading the first chapter and im crying.