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i've been writing gay cowboy stuff to heal my soul and i think i've created a problem im about 60k in now and i don't know how to stop... SOMEONE STOP ME
#yes it's steddie did u have to ask#it's made my fiance cry more than once already#it's by the far the sappiest most romantic bullshit i've ever written#i'm obsessed with them#i need to get homework done#funnylittle ramblings#steddie
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hi there! 👋
i wanted to let you know that i absolutely adore your steddie fic Shelter from the Storm! i was wondering if there would be any more parts to it?
hello and thank you!!
there are absolutely going to be more parts. i even have a sequel one shot finished! everything with the main fic (and about all my fics tbh) is just slow going rn. i'm chronically ill, a student, and i help founded and help run an activism based organization so im a little burnt out at the moment but i swear things are brewing!!! just hang with me, we'll get there together i promise😭
#my backlog of fics is growing#i'm just having a hard time parting from jack#funnylittle answers#funnylittle jack fic
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Oliver's "I loved him but I hated him" speech is so monumental because the camera work tells another story in the second half of the speech.
Note: all pictures are listed chronologically as the speech shows them
At first, when he talks about Felix, we're reminded of the moments the camera just love him:
Then Oliver admits that he loved Felix
And as he continues to confess his feelings, we ruminate in Felix's loveliest moments:
What Oliver describes as Love are the images of Felix in what tumblrs conveniently defined as his 'princess moments'. The camera is in love with him. He's like Aphrodite with loveliness so abundant that it's godly (Felix is often remembered with those golden rays of light shining on him). Felix is on a pedastool to Oliver.
But then Oliver starts to introduce the ambivalence of his feelings
and this is the last we will see of Felix in this speech
Look at how the camera finally introduces Oliver. Oliver was never a part of those magical memories of Felix. Oliver loves Felix superficially, those memories are of Felix as an idealozed object.
The hatred he supposedly has of Felix is paired with shots of Oliver. I don't think Oliver hates Felix's unwillingness to let Oliver in his inner circle/refusal to accept Oliver's devotion so much. I think Oliver just hates himself.
He hates himself because he could never been successful in truly infiltrating the inner circle of a noble/Britain's uppermost class. He wasn't born right. The camera focus's on all of the times Oliver was right at the barrier of Felix:
On top of that, Oliver falls to his knees and grovels at Felix's grave once again before sinking even deeper:
Finally he's not just groveling at the drain of Felix: he goes below the surface, into the water to retreive the only essence of Felix he can gather. He keeps trying to push barriers, the barrier of time, space, dirt, death, drains, leaving nothing left of the object of his obsession but their essence.
Sure you did buddy.
#*clears throat while shuffling papers* they're right your honor#the jury finds the defendant GUILTY of homoerotic yearning and self hatred so intense it became homocidal#saltburn#felix catton#oliver quick#saltburn spoilers
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reiterating that maybe you could be happier if you just freaked it and got nasty every once in a while!
the people that think the bathtub scene in saltburn is gross are puritan cowards. if that scene makes you cringe in disgust that is a skill issue. i have seen things on the internet that bathtub scene wouldn't look at with a gun alright? maybe you could be happier if you just freaked it and got nasty every once in a while.
#instead of commenting on other people's takes that don't ask for it!#saltburn#it really wasn't that serious i'm just having fun LMAO
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the people that think the bathtub scene in saltburn is gross are puritan cowards. if that scene makes you cringe in disgust that is a skill issue. i have seen things on the internet that bathtub scene wouldn't look at with a gun alright? maybe you could be happier if you just freaked it and got nasty every once in a while.
#anyways that's all i'm saying until i watch it three more times#and no i will not be taking criticism on this#saltburn
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my body doesn't have a gender it just has unexplainable bruises making my pronouns ow/chie
#every day i find at least one new one#usually by accidentally touching it and being like huh why does it hurt there#the answer is always bruise#hEDS#hypermobile ehlers danlos#hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome
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A little advice from someone studying extremist groups: if you’re in a social media environment where the daily ubiquitous message is that you have no hope of any kind of future and you can’t possibly achieve anything without a violent overthrow of society, you’re being radicalized, and not in the good way.
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unfortunately i have to see discourse on my dash every day that makes me think some of y'all are really only posturing about the whole being a gender weirdo freak thing
"can you treat a trans woman as an equal if she has visible facial hair, or a trans man who has visible breasts?" is a good starting point but let me ask you some more questions.
could you have a normal conversation with a 50 year old transsexual who still considers himself a mother to his son? can you be in community with retransitioners and genderqueer people with non-normative transition trajectories? can you have a nice chat with someone who was afab and calls themself transfemme, or with someone who was amab and calls themself transmasc?
and even more! do you welcome the guy in a dress who calls himself a transvestite and has been doing drag every saturday for the past 10 years to your pride parade? are you willing to hear out the young woman who had bottom surgery at 18 and now kinda wishes she didn't? do you actually respect the people who decide not to go on hrt or to get surgery due to their family's medical history?
they may be hypothetical to you, but those are the people i have met and hang out with every day.
and you might answer yes to all of these, obviously, but could you actually say that when actually meeting them? because i've seen for myself that, no, the hypothetical and reality don't always align.
#trans people that don't fit other trans people's standards i love u#trans people i love u#trans#transgender#nonbinary#genderqueer
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men only want one thing and it's disgusting (it's to be loved)
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"what that mouth do" gnaw and chew and munch and nibble and chomp and bite u
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if anyone ever asks why return of the jedi is my favourite star wars film i’ll just send them this gif
#i love my family legacy star wars#yeah i'm not letting the 10th cousin to george lucas thing go#im autistic u will pry this from my cold dead hands#star wars#lucasfilm
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Trailer park Steve AU part 35
part 1 | part 34 | ao3
cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds
“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”
She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”
“You don’t have to say it again.”
“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.
Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.
Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.
Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”
...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.
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He’s not getting that drink.
Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.
And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.
Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.
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The band is fucking awesome.
Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…
Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.
God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.
They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.
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"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.
Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.
They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."
Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."
She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.
Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"
"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.
“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"
"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."
Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.
"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.
"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"
Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.
“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.
And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.
“How’s everybody doing?”
The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”
More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.
“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”
Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.
“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”
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#god this au has me by the THROAT rn#like i'm in love and obsessed#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson
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of course it's an empty charge. does no one remember when launch switches were essentially equipped with online for free? and that lasted over a YEAR until they introduced the subscription system and tried to bolster it by giving other things like the emulators, that most people can just rip for free from the internet. i've been bitching about nintendo's entire online system forever it's nonsensical, it sucks, and you're paying for the right to just play some of these games that you've already purchased. the switch was built for couch co-op. switch online was built to bleed nintendnerds just because nintendo could/can. i should know, i'm one of them.
i think that we as people need to get more pissed at nintendo for making nintendo online a subscription service like actually they should go fuck themselves for that
#i think about when online was free all the time#no thoughts just hop on mario kart with a friend#i love nintendo and their stuff but also i fucking HATE nintendo so much#nintendo#nintendo switch
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