#YES! the dashes

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[punkitt-is-here]

local horse woman voted most Male Living Space of all time

[fuffy2002]

dash MD

screencaps

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[wurld-wideweb]

the gang’s all here :3 100% gonna fiddle with some designs but i like where it’s heading

[sleeptaken]

are you in pain like i am?

[ponydoodles]

girls are mining and crafting

transcript under cut

(First Image) Twilight Sparkle: I don't - Spike~! Am I doing this right~?! (Spike: mmf?!)

(Second Image) Fluttershy: Aww, look at them all~ So cute~!

(Third Image) Arrow pointing to Applejack that says "Having the time of her life"

(Fourth Image) Arrow pointing to Rarity that says "The Group Resource Miner"

(Fifth Image) Rainbow Dash: Okay, this time for sure, dude

(Sixth Image) Pinkie Pie: Wow, these guys have all kinds of goodies! I coulda been doing this the whole time?

[cronchy-baguette]

they're listening to california girls

[chersoyei]

Everything changes. I just changed, too.

[punkitt-is-here]

rainbow dash plays against a mysterious new opponent

[laundrybiscuits]

The officer leans close, jabbing a finger into Steve’s chest. “You’re damn lucky it ain’t ten years ago or one state over,” he growls. “You could be looking at a felony charge, serving 15 to life. We didn’t stand for this kind of thing in Hawkins when I joined the force.”

Steve just folds his arms and gives the officer a bored look. “Okay,” he says. “Good talk. Can I see my boyfriend now?”

The officer sneers, but he steps aside to let Steve through. They’ve got Eddie cuffed to the hospital bed with another gun-toting guard in the corner. 

“Jesus christ,” snaps Steve. “He’s not gonna escape, he can’t even walk right now. Why don’t you clear out and give us a little privacy, huh?”

“Sorry,” says the guard, not sounding all that sorry. “It’s for his own protection.”

Fuck. He’s gonna have to hope Eddie can follow his lead. All that practice pretending to be a wizard or whatever has to be good for something, right?

He perches on the side of Eddie’s bed and takes his hand. He can do this. “Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” 

“Uh,” says Eddie, eyebrows doing something hilarious. “Steve?”

“It’s okay,” says Steve. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. This is the most they’ve ever touched, he thinks—the most that was just skin, no layers of denim or leather in between. Not even a layer of blood and dirt. 

He swallows and keeps going, willing Eddie to develop freaky mind-reading powers all of a sudden. “I know you didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but I had to, baby. I’m sorry. I had to tell them you were, y’know, with me when…when Jason killed Chrissy.”

“You didn’t have to tell them about us,” says Eddie slowly. He’s giving Steve kind of an intense look. “Honey-pie. I’m sure there’s gotta be another way. One without as many consequences for you that you might not have thought all the way through.”

“There really isn’t,” Steve says. Thank god Eddie’s so quick on the uptake. Sure, he’s being a stubborn dick about it, but at least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let anything slip. 

“Fucking hell,” sighs Eddie. “Don’t suppose we can put that pesky little cat back in the bag. Okay. Darling angel, light of my life, corndog of my soul, who else knows?”

Corndog of my soul, Steve mouths to himself. “Just the cops. And Robin and Nancy, obviously. And—oh, remember Hopper?”

“Do I remember Hopper, he asks. Oh, pudding-pop. The late Chief Hopper and I spent so, so much quality time together over the years; he was practically a father figure to me. And just as with my actual dear old dad, his departure was cause for great rejoicing in Casa Munson.”

“Sorry to break the bad news, then. Hop’s alive, and he—uh, he knows everything.” Steve tries to communicate the scope of everything by kind of tilting his head back and forth. “He’s been…helping.”

“Huh. No shit,” says Eddie. Steve can’t tell whether or not he’s getting it. To be fair, there’s a lot to get. “Okay, gallant knight errant of mine, any news on whether or not I’m getting sprung from this charmingly appointed dungeon?”

“We’re…Hopper’s working on it. That’s why I’m. Y’know. Here. To tell you that they know about us.” 

“Cool, right, understood.” Eddie closes his eyes, leaning back on his pillow. It’s so strange to see him in nothing but a hospital gown against white sheets. He looks like a wrung-out dishtowel. 

There’s a commotion from outside, raised voices saying something like you let him what and haven’t even interrogated the Munson kid yet and not a legal status you fuckin—

“Time’s up, sweetheart,” says Eddie, mouth quirking up into the ghost of a smile. “Anything else you wanna say before they decide to upgrade my security?”

“Uh,” says Steve. He’d mostly been focusing on getting the basics of Eddie’s alibi across in a convincing way, and he can’t remember if there were any other details Eddie should know. 

He hears the door slam open behind him, and panics. “Love you, bye,” he says, and ducks in to brush a quick kiss across Eddie’s chapped lips. The last thing he sees as he’s hauled bodily out of the room by a pissed-off detective is Eddie with his eyes gone enormous and shocked, lifting his uncuffed hand to his mouth, looking and looking at Steve like something is always going to be different from now on, forever.

(ETA: small continuation here!)

[bonjaminfranklin]

@tatumsdrawing’s mechanic au has me in a chokehold

ID: a messy drawing of Danny and Dash making out sloppy style on the hood of Danny's car. Dash is covered in oil stains from doing Car Things. lower down we see that this is a thought bubble Danny is having as he blushes and stares at Dash offscreen. a speech bubble from Dash reads "dude what did you do to this car it smells like ass." End ID.

[discountprophet]

just because trans men/mascs are erased doesnt mean that we arent oppressed or are oppressed less than trans women/fems

you just refuse to see our oppression or you attribute it to someone else

trans men/mascs ARE the ones blamed for ��transing autistic girls” through our blogs, youtube channels, etc. saying that trans women/fems are the ones mainly blamed for that is just plain false

trans men/mascs also have wayyyy higher statistics of corrective rape and assault, we are denied medical care for that assault too. we also are denied basic reproductive medical care when we transition. in addition to this trans men/mascs have much higher suicide rates than trans women/fems

those arent the only areas our oppression/discrimination is unique or higher either

no, youre NOT oppressed more because youre transfem. we are all oppressed because we are trans equally. there are certain areas where trans men/mascs have it worse and there are areas where trans women/fems have it worse but no one group of trans people is oppressed more than the others and youre a gender essentialist if you think so

[rumiraclemi]

non-qsmp watcher checking in on the livebloggers like

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???