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Sweet indulgence đź
Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.
Rated: G
CW: none
Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts đ)
Notes: continued from this one.
"You canât be fucking serious,â Steve says.Â
âWhy not?â Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. âItâs still Valentineâs Day.âÂ
âFor thirteen more minutes,â Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid heâll punch a hole through it. âYou donât even have a date.âÂ
âDidnât know that was required,â Eddie grins. âAll Iâm saying is, if you offer a Valentineâs Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentineâs Day, so âŚâÂ
Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order.Â
âYouâre being ridiculous,â he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. âJust so you know.âÂ
Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates.Â
Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous.Â
Itâs not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And heâs always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are.Â
Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasnât pushed. Instead, heâs slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces heâs been collecting.Â
Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddieâs absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. Heâs pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. Heâs also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldnât be working the night shift on Valentineâs Day.Â
He also hasnât eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest.Â
âEnjoy your meal,â he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him.Â
âJoin me?âÂ
Steveâs brow furrows. âIâm on the clock.âÂ
âOh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,â Eddie quips. âIndulge me, my liege.âÂ
Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddieâs chest, thatâs neither here nor there.Â
âSo,â he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. âHow was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes.Â
âYeah, sure,â he says around a mouthful of frosting. âHave you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.âÂ
They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. Thereâs a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away.Â
âWhat about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.âÂ
So he isnât the only one whoâs been puzzling, Eddie thinks.Â
âHellfire Records,â he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steveâs attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. âWe have some pretty cool bands, but Iâm not sure theyâre your taste, exactly.âÂ
âOh?â Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. âBold of you to assume that youâd know my taste. Indulge me?âÂ
Eddie does.Â
Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but heâs surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie wouldâve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.
When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates.Â
âYou already gave me all the food.âÂ
Eddie smiles easily. âSo? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.âÂ
Something flits over Steveâs face, something open and vulnerable, but itâs gone as soon as it came.Â
âDonât think you can buy my affection, Eddie,â he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddieâs fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket.Â
âDonât worry,â Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. âI wouldnât dream of it.âÂ
âGood,â Steve calls after him. âSee you tomorrow?âÂ
âYou bet, big boy,â Eddie says. Heâs just about to leave when something else occurs to him. âAnd Iâll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.âÂ
Steveâs blush is as pink as the sprinkle thatâs still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesnât wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.
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Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos
Part 3
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie brainrot#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#steddieholidaydrabbles#steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up challenge#upside diner AU#ready to roll?#hype's holiday drabbles 2024#upside diner au
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A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU
***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***
Blacked out part is my name.
Iâm not going to let this make me give up. Itâs disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too
AND
I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.
And I wonât let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.
A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am
#us politics#donald trump#election 2024#aclu#a promise to myself#how is this comforting you May ask#bc we are not fighting alone or uninformed#we have good and strong groups in our corners defending what we believe in#itâs not over yet#we have to try and pushback#added Alt image descriptions since this is leaving containment#happy to see many engaging with this to either donate time or money or both#really warms the cold heart of mine#wow this broke containment#overall itâs been pretty nice seeing people engaging with it ready to roll up their sleeves and get to work
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Drew my beautiful anime wife this morning
#loz#legend of Zelda#ganondorf#totk#I hate his washboard abs#u know what I just have overly defined abs#but I love him angry and disheveled#rolled out of bed and ready to curb stomp a twunk
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IT'S BUNNY TIME EVERYBODY
(feat. Dilla)
(bugle accompaniment by Yuu)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#white rabbit festival#ah...the eternal dilemma of 'is it hair dye or whimsical anime hair'. and so we roll the dice again.#so it's canon now that yuu is inexplicably great at bugling. everybody get ready to incorporate that incredible trivia into your characters#anyway HELLO THERE madam spade#i think we have enough evidence now to say that you're not allowed into nrc unless you have an absolutely smoking mom#(riddle's mom has a smoking crater where her heart should be but we digress)#dilla likes two things: BIG VANS and also telling her son's friends all about how he used to literally refuse to not dress like a bunny#and yet now he does not wish to dress like a bunny. :( deuce what HAPPENED#meanwhile epel is too polite to whine at his best friend's mom so he's just hoping vil never finds out he wore a bonnet#silver is like 'i'm the handsomest little marching band boy. i'm taking this outfit back to show everyone.'#and ortho put all his points into POWERFUL THIGHS#he minmaxed leg day and is going to go kick a tree in half#can't wait for part 2 to see if they resolve the exciting cliffhanger of whether or not silver finds an alarm clock
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#rolling stone magazine#telling it like it is#it's ok to not be ok#but don't unpack and live there#in the bitterness and grief#mourn and rage by all means#but be ready to keep fighting#us politics#global politics
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a troubling discovery
#fnaf#fnaf fandom#fnaf art#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddys#five nights at freddy's#springtrap#fnaf springtrap#fnaf 3#fnaf 3 springtrap#springtrap fnaf#i literally love peeps so much#i had this ready to rock and roll you have no idea#also never allow me to say the words rock and roll together like that#that was horrible#dont look at me actually
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i'm calling just to hear you scream - part i
"Sheâs tried to be positive. Sheâs tried to be kind. Sheâs trying to be the peacekeeper, but all of that falls out the window when her brother is bitching out everything that fucking blinks and breathes and Richie has slung a sledgehammer into the wrong wall that needed to be knocked down." or Natalie gets fed the fuck up and hires a hospitality attorney before everything else turns to shit.Â
a/n: i couldn't help myself at all and had to bite by trying my hand at writing for carmy! what can i say? i love men with trauma that need to be cuddled like newborns! please enjoy the beginning of enemies to lovers to enemies back to lovers fic with a workaholic chef and an overly empathetic attorney. angst is my brand! i hope you enjoy!
Being the peacekeeper of your family is never something anyone ever sets out to be.Â
One day youâre normal and live blissfully with the rose-colored lenses of naivety tinting life shades of bashful blush and magnetic magenta. The next day youâre diffusing a spitfire scarlett dispute between your anxiety-ridden mother and impulsively crude older brother while simultaneously taming the balloon of battered blue tears your baby brother sheds who observes from the corner; scared yet somehow unaware of the emotions sucking the oxygen out of everyone.Â
At first, it feels good. It feels nice to be appreciated and turned to in moments of darkness. Helpfulness defines your livelihood and gives you the nameplate of the gold star child who can never do any wrong and always finds a solution. But then you realize that is what you ever really are, and youâre both hated for your inability to let things sour and for always having an answer despite uncertainty plaguing every course of action.Â
Being the peacekeeper of your family is both a Medal of Honor, worn with pride and graciousness, yet a bullet wound wielded by shame and agony. The tenderness and hurt push on it until you can hardly stand it; half expecting pus to be seeping out in pale yellow heaps because the pain feels so real.Â
There are no exit wounds. There are no breaks. There is no humanity or personal identity or room for self-discovery.Â
A peacemaker is all you will be and all you will ever accomplish, and youâll never say it out loud but itâs fucking exhausting.Â
Being the peacemaker is something Natalie Berzatto never fucking asked for, yet here she is, playing project manager to her haywire (and sometimes freakishly obsessive) baby brotherâs blind-eyed throw of a dart that manifested itself in asking Uncle Jimmy for an eight hundred thousand dollar loan with the promise to have it completely paid back within eight months.Â
Sheâs not one to rain on a parade, but itâs hard to keep marching when your entire life has been putting out the fires of overly ambitious business ventures during unmedicated fits of mania. She had seen it with their dad, with their mom, and with Mikey. Carmen is the last needle needed to complete the fucked up haystack that engulfs their family.Â
Sheâs tried to be positive. Sheâs tried to be kind. Sheâs trying to be the peacekeeper, but all of that falls out the window when her brother is bitching out everything that fucking blinks and breathes and Richie has slung a sledgehammer into the wrong wall that needed to be knocked down.Â
Natalie has never thought of looking into Botox until now; when her face is set in a permanent scowl and her resting heart rate nears triple digits. Pete had been telling her for the past three weeks that she was doing amazing; that this was an impossible task to complete stress-free, and that the stress was âgoodâ because it meant that she cared.Â
Sometimes she doesnât realize that not everyone has a mom who drives the fucking car through the den during Christmas Eve dinner nor does everyone have a mom who moves all the furniture to the backyard before having to leave for their oldest brotherâs high school graduation. Not everyone has an older brother who blows his head off and doesnât leave a note and not everyone has a younger brother who would lose his head if it wasnât attached to his body and had his mouth that was spewing hurtful insults by the dozen.
Stress does not mean that you care. Stress means that your eyes are staring at the fucking Sun trying to see where the other shoe is getting ready to drop because thereâs always another disappointment and always another phone call to make to the pharmacy for more SSRIs.Â
Needless to say, Richie calling Neil âlard assâ on an antagonizing loop after he had pointed out the wrong wall was being destroyed was the last straw. Well, that and the fact she found a new patch of white hairs colonizing on her hairline the other morning. Constant shouted insults, gray hairs popping up overnight, and the colossal secret of a new infant making its arrival into the chaos in October weigh heavy on her. And she absolutely cannot afford to lose her cool and become the kind of bitchy and mean she knows that sheâs capable of.Â
Your phone number sits inside the LED-lit text thread of a friend she had known in high school. Becca was the older sister of Claire Cantor whom her little brother may have or may have not had a pathetic crush on years ago when he was in high school.Â
She feels kind of grimy doing what she is; offering up information about Carmy to Becca to give to Claire who apparently thought her baby brother was the bee's knees (which, if she saw the way he was acting right now, Natalie knows she would run the other way). She doesnât even think Carmen has the capability to think of anything outside of the restaurant and the menu and how royally fucked they all are.Â
She can feel the dull ache of guilt in her chest that comes with knowing how unlikely anything is to come from this, and how wrong she is for pretending like her telling Becca where he grocery shops or if he has a girlfriend or if he was currently looking for someone to date would somehow tether Claire to a world where her and Carmen are a âthingâ (because apparently âboyfriend and girlfriendâ is too permanent of a word for Chicagoan twenty-somethings to use).Â
But sheâs doing it for the sake of everyone else! It canât possibly be as gross and low-lived as she feels it is.Â
Becca Cantor is insufferable and can only be taken in small doses, but sheâs also a big wig junior partner at one of the most lucrative law firms in Chicago. Natalie hates blowing smoke up peopleâs asses who donât deserve it (and in Beccaâs case certainly donât need it), but she desperately needs help and knows that she needs to figure something out before she fucks herself in such a deep hole that she couldnât attempt to unfuck herself if she tried.Â
Your official title is âjunior associateâ and you had been working at Beccaâs firm following your graduation from Northwesternâs Pritzker School of Law a couple of years prior. Becca had said you were amazing; freakishly smart, funny, and hardworking. She also mentioned that you were the best kind of junior associate; the ones that know when to shut the fuck up and when to get the fuck out of the way. The addition added before the text conversation ended was how you were looking to get your foot into the hospitality legal field, and how you were willing to do anything concerning that for free fucking ninety-nine if it meant you would have some experience.Â
Natalie sits with her lower lip worried between her teeth and her hands one tick shy of shaking. Her heart beats erratically despite lounging on her couch with the lights off and a re-run of That 70âs Show playing softly in the background. She makes a mental note to bring up the high resting heart rate at her next OB appointment.Â
Itâs because sheâs pregnant. Yes. It has to be because sheâs pregnant.Â
She shouldnât be nervous. It would be absolutely ridiculous to be nervous. Sheâs not nervous.Â
She already ran the idea past Sydney and she agreed that they absolutely needed a lawyer in their back pocket. With all of the tax records fucked beyond belief, new workers being hired who actually knew their worth and wouldnât tolerate not having an actual employement contract, and the lack of permits under their belt currently, a lawyer wouldnât hurt if getting one turned out to not be as helpful as anticipated. Besides, Becca had said you were doing it for them pro bono which in turn meant free fucking nintey-nine.Â
But Natalie had lied to Carmen about how much some fluted cocktail glasses cost to ensure that they purchased the cheaper ones so that she could run the numbers and figure out a way to put you on the payroll. Pro bono or not, youâre doing them a huge favor and part of her canât put the peacekeeping to rest.Â
Her fingers type and untype a novel of characters. She canât seem to relax her mind enough to articulate what exactly she wants to say. She has one shot to not scare you off and not lose her mind in a fit of fiery rage and not have everything turn to shit and it be her fault. She has to be perfect.Â
Fuck. She is nervous.Â
Hi! This is Natalie Berzatto. Iâm one of Becca Cantorâs friends and she referred me to you. Iâm working on opening a restaurant and would like for you to swing by and discuss some things about it if youâre open to that! Please let me know. Iâm looking forward to hearing back from you soon!Â
Natâs finger hits the blue âsendâ arrow in the rounded box of her phone screen the same time she pushes a gag to the back of her throat. She used to work at a marketing firm for Christâs sake. Cold contacting people isnât anything new and sheâs usually not one to shy away from reaching out to anyone in her personal life first. But she canât help the fact that sheâs never been able to swallow the artificial bubble gummy niceness of reaching out to a complete stranger for the first time. She feels stupid and knows that she sounds even stupider but tries not to think about it.Â
Besides, keeping everything together is never easy and she knows that she would be selfish for letting her discomfort prevent her from doing what she knows is best.Â
Her breath is stuck in her chest as she eyes the open text thread to an unsaved number; her blue text message staring at her menacingly and breeding contempt as the seconds pass. She gasps loudly whenever she sees the gray bubbles pop up beneath it. Pete pokes his head into the living room with a tea towel in his hand and one of the ceramic plates they had eaten dinner on in the other. His eyes wear concern but he knows better than to confront his wife. Natalie was anything but sugary sweet when she was stressed and the influx of hormones as of late have not been helping.Â
You see the message as soon as Natalie sends it. The unknown â312â number finds its way into your notifications and your eyes read over the words in a frenzy. You know that youâre intelligent. You graduated from law school for fuckâs sake, but for some reason you absolutely cannot comprehend the text youâre reading.Â
Firstly, you were sure Becca hated your fucking guts. She was a junior partner that everyone hated being assigned to because she pushed all her work onto the associates and nothing ever seemed to be good enough for her. Part of the reason you had to take work home tonight was because she sent you an email with enough passive-aggressive undertone to know that these edits needed to be done now; never mind the fact that the time she took to type out the seven and a half page report about the original report probably took up so much time that she couldâve done the task herself. But yet you replied kindly and have been working through your brain fog and finger cramps since arriving home at six in the evening five hours ago.Â
Secondly, hospitality litigation was absolutely above your pay grade. You had taken one elective course on it during your 2L year and did a two-week internship before the start of 3L simply because one of your friends wanted to go on vacation and needed to find someone to cover for them. You know jack shit about hospitality law and you donât even know why Becca Cantor, of all fucking people, would be so willing to recommend you when she couldnât care less if you lived or died.Â
But of course, you canât say no. You can never say no, and if this Natalie person was desperate enough to reach out to you via text at 11 PM on a Wednesday, she definitely needed help and needed it now. Besides, you would tell her that you do not need to be paid and if whatever she needs proves to be way too advanced for you, you can always help her find an attorney that knows what theyâre doing.
Right?Â
It definitely doesnât mean that youâll pull an all-nighter and research every aspect of hospitality law in Illinois that you can get your hands on. . .Or look up every department dealing with food and management regulations in the state. . .Or try and look at precedent cases. Your firm gave you unlimited access to West Law. Might as well use it for something slightly more interesting than trusts, estates, and contracts.Â
Youâre unusually pensive for something you know you would love to do. The ongoing battle as of late has been the dispute between seeking joy and wading in practicality; happiness or falsified peace?Â
You rub your eyes with a roughness that would make your optometrist cringe. You know that staring at your computer screen five hours after your contracted work hours ended was the culprit for your dry eyes, but the hours you need are not going to bill themselves. Getting up to get your eyedrops will have to wait.
Replying to Natalie cannot.Â
Your fingers type and untype; the feeling of texting back an unknown number foreign and unnerving.Â
Thanks so much for reaching out and thinking of me! I would love to. What dates and times work for you, and where would it be best for us to meet?Â
The text stares at you on your phone screen. Why do you sound so. . . corporate? Boring? Infantile.
She could probably tell you donât know what the fuck youâre talking about at all. The feeling of defeat rises in your throat but you ignore it and hit send instead. Youâre trying to be better about that; letting your fear of uncertainty keep you from taking action. Youâve come to realize that the hard part isnât doing the thing. Itâs actually sitting in the aftermath of the âthingâ and waiting for the rest of the world to catch up.Â
You bite your lip so hard it begins to bleed and throbs with each pulse of watery blood that fills your mouth. The gentle suck you give it to stop the bleeding makes it partially numb.Â
Fuck you, Becca. Fuck you, Becca. Fuck you, Becca.Â
Natalie chirps when your text illuminates her screen. She gasps and sits up; startling Pete who had settled next to her after finishing the dishes. Her eyes curl up in the same way her lips do.Â
Fucking finally.Â
The world no longer feels like itâll fall apart.
#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#the bear#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmen berzatto x fem! reader#carmy berzatto fic#carmy berzatto fanfic#carmen berzatto fanfic#carmen barzatto fic#carmy the bear#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmy x you#carmen x you#carmen carmy berzatto x you#the bear fx#the bear fanfiction#the bear fanfic#the prologue before shit starts rolling#i've been daydreaming this up while i do my internship at the courthouse this summer#actually thought up the angst that builds up during bond court today and oh my god#y'all aren't ready#anywho#i hope you enjoy?#not bradley but i wanted to try my hand at something else#i hope it doesn't suck!!!
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He is ready
#not sure for what#but he is ready#to rock n roll perhaps?#to rumble ??#my son#ani#anakin#cats of tumblr#mostlycatsmostly#cats#can imagine him on a motorcycle đď¸#my child#he is focused#meow#mine
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When I was last on tumblr, it was ten years ago and one of the biggest faux pas you could commit was incorrect tagging.
It was Literally Colonialism to use a tag that was For Certain Oppressed Groups. The actually-autistic tag was created because allistics "took over" the autism tag, and this/other tags became heavily policed by users to make sure they remained a "safe space".
I remember seeing countless posts about how autistics would never be safe if we didn't have a bubble to protect us from interacting with allistics. The same went for tags about transliness and queerness. The going approach used militarized and hyperbolic language to characterize and other folks who weren't in the community: autistics (the group I had the most direct experience with) were attacked by allistic invaders who violated and conquered autistic tagging systems.
The "Literally Colonialism" isn't a joke. I saw plenty of suggestions that to even use a tag which was perceived as being "not yours" was colonization of ideas and thoughts. To be allistic, have an opinion on autism, and tag it as "autism" was held up as being exactly the same as the behavior of empires and nation-states.
Obviously, I don't entirely agree, and don't think this particular hyperbolization is helpful for advocacy or for dialogue. But I do find it interesting how, in the decade since I was last here, it seems to (mostly) still be true that you should only use certain tags if you have a particular identity...
... unless you're not Jewish, in which case feel free to use any and all Judaism-related tags and break the system's meager functionality for Jewish people.
As someone who is using Tumblr to connect to online Judaism, it's daunting to see how many posts under "judaism" are by non-Jews screeching about Israel. Seeing non-Jews openly talk about they tag their posts with gore, rape denial, Holocaust denial, October 7 denial, and other deliberately-triggering material with Jewish-themed tags specifically to make Jewish users of Tumblr feel unsafe. Reading them telling each other about how this is advocacy, this will absolutely win the war for Gazans, and how anybody who blocks them (in order to make sure the tags can actually work as intended) is a genocidal coward. Using that self-same militaristic language to describe their activities, only instead of criticizing, they're bragging.
It's, uh, kind of fucked up.
Imagine going to the actually-autistic tag and finding nothing but a wall of allistics claiming that they've victoriously conquered the tag from those inhuman monsters pretending to have problems when other Real People are the ones who are suffering. I think we would all intuitively understand that this would be Wrong. Even if there was some supposed outward justification for being mad at certain autistics, we would understand that holding all autistics everywhere responsible for it is wrong. That breaking a community's ability to talk to each other is wrong. That trying to trigger people and then telling them to commit suicide is wrong.
And we'd also understand, or come to, that the very action of going "This community I'm not part of doesn't deserve to have this tag, I'mma take it back, or at least ruin it so no one else can have it" is an expression of privilege. It is wrong, and it is immature, and it is cowardice.
These smug, self-involved, active attempts at causing harm make no sense at all if seen as advocacy; they help no one, advance no cause, stop no Zionists (whatever that means) from expressing themselves online.
They only make sense when seen as Jew-hate.
#judaism#jumblr#antisemitism#jew hatred#leftist antisemitism#antisemitism on tumblr#guess i'm ready for the anon hate to come rolling in#is-the-fire-real original#jew by choice
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The way he doesn't hesitate for a second and even ensures he cushions the landing... We're being fed so well.
#hsr spoilers#honkai star rail spoilers#hsr#and because i absolutely had it on the mind#danstelle#i play stelle so she's canon to me#caelus players keep your finger ready to hit the record button because this is just delicious food#he just acts immediately pure instinct zero hesitation#as mercy said HE'S SO PROTECTIVE#and then after they roll out of the way he makes sure to have her land on top of him#keeps her safe the whole way through#a bit messily given how fast it happens#but oh my heart#ray's records#he'd do the same for march every step he'd do exactly the same#he loves them so much
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Happy New Year to all my wonderful friends, followers and anyone just stopping by! đ
Starting this year I'll be running a huge (80-page!) Miraculous Mentor AU comic delving into Felix's backstory and his relationship with Adrien. You can read the whole thing on my Patreon right now, otherwise watch this space! đ
#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#felix sphinx#bridgette cheng#mentor au#josie's art#and bless everyone who's put up with me screaming and wailing over the process of this comic over the last year lmao#lineart is all done and now i'm ready to start rolling it out in colour! :D
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Grizz. Babygirl. WHERE ARE MY LITTLE PIRATES.
Weâre going CRAZY.
Chip Bastard. Jay Ferin. Gillion Tidestrider Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep Pigeon Lord, The One, Warrior of Rock and Roll, Singer/Songwriter of Gillion and the Tidestriders' hit single "The Hole in Your Heart", Moisture Master, Horse Tamer, Defenestrator of the Adulterous, Friend of Dugon, Dugon's Best Friend, Dugon's Pal, Walking Fish, Fish, Dirt Eater, Chum of Chibo and Chums, Co-Captain Gill of the Riptide Pirates, Co-captain of the Albatross, Companion of Pretzel, Paramount Champion, Knighter of Julian That One Time, Pretzel Carrier, Leviathan Tamer, Serpent Rider, Brother of Dugon, Healer of the Sick, Friend of Duke D Dukem Duke of Dooke, Eater of Grass, Beater of Ass, Grandma's Good Boy, Dismantler of Evil, Eater of Shit, Capitalism Hater, Royalty Assassinator, Sufferer of the Spice, Weed Eater, Slayer of Evil, Loffinlot Liberator, Fruitninja, Eater of Sand, Juice Enjoyer, Rescuer of John, Fishy, Bitcoin Miner, NFT Purchaser, Driplord, Grandmillion, The One Who Will Change The World, Roller of Tens, Grimm Slayer, In Need of a Dad, Goblin Gobbler, Lime Lord, Tuber, Chip's Nightmare Fuel, Monsoon And Moon Son, Eater of Ass, Pretzel Seeker, Vibe Master, Pussy Slayer, Murderer of Vice Admiral Kuba Kenta, Gillion Mother-fucking Titty-sucking Tidestrider, Egg Hater, Bong Obliterator, Baby signer, Babygirl, The Red One, Skillion Liedsneaker, Fishy Boy, Tidestrizzer, Rizz Reverent, Jort Storm, Hero of the Hour, Popper of Sacks, Tree Hugger, Summoner Rider, Brother of Lucy and Gilly.
#all jokes aside#take your time#we are so ready#so donât even worry grizz#dnd5e#dungeons and dragons#jrwi#jrwi podcast#jrwi show#charlie slimecicle#jrwi wonderlust#condifiction#grizzlyplays#bizlychannel#jrwi riptide#jrwi gillion#gillion tidestrider#just roll with it riptide#chip bastard#jrwi chip#jrwi jay#jrwi jay ferin#jay ferin
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Exclusive footage of Mike Wheeler the entire ten+ months of freshman year after the Byers left:
#he said this exact thing to Lucas probably and Lucas just rolled his eyes LMAO#SO ready for his ass to leave Hawkins the second he gets a chance lmaooo#byler#mike wheeler core#mike wheeler#stranger things
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sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat
#hi remember when i thought i was in for a really bad bout of hsr fixation. lets see how thats going.. lets just check in and#oh . oh no. oh this was. this wasnt the plan. oh no#just roll with it#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#gill in pjs got to me ok. gill fighting in pjs got to me. the thought of gill sleeping in a barrel of water with pjs on got to me.#wheni tell you this fkn podcast is the only thing ive been thinking abt for the past few days dude what thef uck#theyre all so stupid they get up to so much bs its fkn great i lvoe the three of them so mcuh WHEHhghh >:'O#my art#i keep nearly forgetting that tag help???#ive slowly been getting used to drawing them jsut you wait til i feel good abt the designs n shit ok its gonna be epic or smth#oop s its 1am soon whoopsies ehehee but like ..... the dumbasses... theyre in my head..#there are so many stupid scenes i want to draw đđđđđ#im sorry to. my friends. for jsut . yknow. and everyone really#i wasnt ready for this đ idk what happened i just started going through eps so quickly all of a sudden and ive gone through like 12 eps in#2-3 days and i feel absolutely insane and i think abt them so much. theyve taken up all my time help
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uh oh
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun meryl#Vash the Stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#dont let your designated parkour guy wear slides#i downloaded the ready steady roll poster for colors and started wheezing when i noticed woofwood was losing a shoe in that picture too#fucker CANONICALLY doesnt wear socks#personally i think vash is one of those guys that buys shoelaces too long for his shoes#then he has to double-wrap his laces so he doesnt trip over them#this is a very important headcannon keep it in mind whenever you see my stampede vash#meryl is just a little football#she isnt getting away from the shoe slander though who wears white shoes on a trip through the desert#all my rat
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