#would be absurd

[mxlxdroit]

lmao @ that reblog riffing off someone's post saying they think of wheat fields as mystical and corn fields as less so. the reblogger claims wheat seems magical to the op because it is "tied to the ancestral rituals and beliefs of most white people"

most white people's ancestors have been christian for hundreds if not over a thousand years. i hate to break it to the neopagans but we know very little about most prechristian european religious beliefs and a lot of what we do know comes through roman and/or christian writers. so those "ancestral rituals and beliefs" are vestigial at best and completely gone in most cases.

if they had just said "corn seems spookier than wheat to some white people because white people have been growing wheat for longer than corn and corn is associated with Native Americans and therefore with negative stereotypes," that would have been a defensible thesis

you could argue that when white people became interested in recovering the pre-christian beliefs of their ancestors, they carried existing patterns of meaning (including colonialist and racist bias) into the ways they reconstructed and built on those beliefs. that could explain why someone who finds spiritual meaning in a wheat field finds it there and not in a corn field. but that is a distinctly different argument

[brightlotusmoon]

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[spookberry]

I was originally gonna draw them playing russian roulette together but

[evelynpr]

Congratulations My Hero Academia for providing, possibly, the biggest and longest legit straightbaiting yet in shonen history.

Bonus points that their final chapter was released on yaoi day.

[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one

[pleucas]

most feared duo in yokohama

[keferon]

I love the Rodimas x Lost light shipformer. It reminds me of TFA ratchet and Omega Supreme but with romance~ plus imagine trying to mutiny and the Ship itself says “no :)’

[headcanon that to the lost light the Rod pod is like a plushie of the bf]

Owwwwwwww hahahfkg

....now I'm thinking about how...like...Getaway woud probably have to ask Sunder to mind control Lost Light....

And the whole thing with Rodimus being so eager to get his ship back from Getaway would be SO MUCH more personal.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

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he giggles

[tauforged]

posting every single one of the hex emojis/stickers that i've made thus far all in one place!!!!! had wayyyyy too much fun with these... and took the opportunity to flesh out some headcanons while i was at it :P some alternate crops/textless versions under the cut alsoo if anyone else wants to use them for evil in their discord servers

[radioforums]

[doctorsiren]

give this angle another tri

[gammagoop]

EVERYONE GET FUCKING WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[citrusandrottefruit]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Steve probably should have had surgery after Vecna ​​died, because Hanahaki's roots seemed deep, but he chose to alternate between Max and Eddie's hospital rooms. There was no time to waste on his own health.

His parents were back this time. They had sold their house and bought a huge apartment for Steve, who wanted to stay in the city. His parents didn’t even question it, they just demanded his time for a week before leaving with a big hug and the promise of a trip somewhere nice that summer. If he had been a little younger, Steve would have been happier, but after so many years of neglect, all he could think was that this was as far as he was going to get.

A side note, an afterthought. They cared about their son, just not as much as they should have.

Steve's new apartment had four bedrooms, more than he needed, but he was glad his parents tried so hard to make up for it, because it meant he could offer Robin a room when she graduated and there would always be room for the kids. And Eddie and Wayne, who stayed with him while the government found them a new place to live.

Eddie made a joke about Steve's parents being more powerful than the government, for being able to find Steve a great place to live so quickly in a broken city while he and Wayne had to wait.

Wayne was usually around, and despite being a somewhat taciturn man, it was easy to see the love that overflowed for Eddie. It made Steve think of his mother, who had loved and suffered so intensely that she had developed Hanahaki.

And yet, she was not with him.

The cough got worse.

One day, Steve woke up in the middle of the night, struggling after yet another nightmare of torture. Some days, it was easy to forget about Vecna ​​in favor of that hour beneath the Mall, with his life in someone else's hands. On days like these, Robin was needed more than ever, but her parents didn't want her away so much, so sleeping in his new apartment was hardly an option. Calling her wasn't a good idea either, because all it would do was stress her out and they'd end up up all night on the phone. So he resigned himself to taking medication and going out to the balcony, longing for the fresh, clean night air.

He would turn on the TV or music, but he didn't want to wake Eddie, so he just stood outside with his eyes closed and imagined being alone again when Wayne and Eddie left, then tried to imagine what the trip with his parents would be like, if it were to happen. Steve still wasn't sure if he wanted to go, but it might be nice. Maybe he'd get something out of being away from Hawkins for a while. Maybe the coast would make it easier to breathe.

As lost in thought as Steve was, after years of trauma it was impossible not to be aware of the sounds around him, so when Eddie opened the bedroom door and started walking down the hall, he heard it. He stayed silent, not wanting to disturb Eddie.

Of course, Eddie didn't care and showed up a few minutes later with some tea.

For your cough, man.

After that, it became almost a ritual between them. Eddie was always there when Steve woke up startled, and Steve reciprocated. They always had nightmares, so who went to who depended on which one of them woke up first.

Sometimes they would stare at the stars in silence, other times they would talk. Most nights, they would end up in Eddie's bed, in one of the spare bedrooms, without touching each other.

Steve's room, which was definitely his and not a temporary arrangement, felt too intimate.

At the same time, Eddie began asking more and more about Steve's throat, about his shortness of breath, if he was okay, when he planned to go to the hospital. The questions became so frequent that Wayne noticed, too.

The feeling of being cared for was too much. Feared and desired in equal measure.

Eddie shouldn’t even be doing all this, because he was still bandaged, still covered in pink scars, still had a long way to go in physical therapy.

For the second time in his life, Steve felt suffocated by love.

This time, Steve almost hated it. Because he was in love with Eddie, because Eddie didn’t know the things Robin knew. Even if he loved Steve back, how could Steve demand that Eddie take care of him?

Mr. Harrington had reasons to stay with Mrs. Harrington. Although no one talked about it, Steve was sure that his father had been the trigger for his mother’s Hanahaki. And maybe if she had never left, chasing her father across the country, trying to be happy with him to stay alive, maybe… Just maybe, Steve wouldn’t have been alone and maybe he would have been healthy.

Neither Eddie nor anyone else had a good reason to pursue any kind of happiness or emotional stability with Steve.

In addition to the burden of living with a chronic, progressive disease that would possibly become terminal at some point, being emotionally involved with someone with Hanahaki was very complicated. It required loyalty, responsibility, patience, a willingness to accept endless arguments and a desire to reconcile.

Communication was essential. Making sure the other person felt good and loved, comfortable and safe. All of this was too much work, too demanding.

Loving Steve was a prison.

I'll try to post part 3 soon. I've already written the ending, but I'm thinking about how to connect this part to the ending, which will be happy.

[20dollarlolita]

Okay, so, not that anyone but me had a concern, but I'd like to let everyone know:

Yes,

the rollator does coord.

[starwikia]

if anyone thinks i’m being too mean you need to realize that this is the situation we’re dealing with. all you need is the music. we are like borderline dark comedy