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qqueenofhades · 1 month

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what's been particularly vile to me is this group of white online leftists who insist that anyone who cares about more than this one issue for the election is a bad person, like, as if us black and brown people are making up reasons to be afraid and not.....believing the gop when they say they are coming for us. believing trump who has said previously that he does not bluff, that he will do the things he's said he will do (i hate what social media has gone to the word gaslighting but it feels like gaslighting. we lived through four years of trump. we saw the damage. stop treating us like we're being dramatic). it must be great to not have to worry about that i guess? "life won't change under trump" is such a telling admission because maybe theirs won't but mine will. and so many others' will.

and it is often again these (white) online leftists that love to call anyone who disagrees with them a white liberal (derogatory) because they know it would be racist (bad) to be this shitty and condescending to poc but they don't want to actually listen to anything black and brown voters are saying. it's easier to just call us white liberals and throw our opinions out, to ignore the work of black people for decades to gain the right to vote, to disregard the weight of telling them to not do that. it's genuinely appalling. they care so much about racism until it's time to engage with poc who have different opinions than their online echo chambers, then we're just stupid liberals with terrible opinions like..... wanting to live. not wanting four more years of trump. so sorry for that.

sorry for this vent in your inbox, i'm just so fucking tired of white people trying to rewrite history as if trump wasn't that bad. he was for my family and countless others and i am terrified for what's to come if he wins.

The thing about (the often-white) Online Leftists is that they have become just as much as a radicalized death cult as the diehard Trumpists. If you don't want to die for The Revolution and/or sacrifice your life, friends, family, the rest of the country, etc., then you're Insufficiently Pure and must be Purged. (Which I think is just complete BS, as none of them could actually handle sacrificing anything, but it's increasingly the only kind of performative rhetoric that is acceptable in leftist-identified discourse spaces.) This is functionally identical to "if you aren't willing to lay down your life for our Lord and Savior Donald Trump and the Great White Christian Nationalist Dictatorship, you're a liberal cuck," but with the names and justification changed. It doesn't change the underlying radicalization, nihilism, and insanity of the premise.

Another thing the Trumpists and the Online Leftists have in common is that they are busily rewriting just how bad Trump was in order to serve their Ideology. Ever since January 6, 2021, the Republicans have thrown everything they have at revising and whitewashing any suggestion that it was an "insurrection," and the Online Leftists have done the same, in an attempt to "prove" their insane point that Trump "would be better" than Biden. This is embodied in the recent ultimate-brainworm-nonsense maximalist-online take that "Biden has to lose so the rest of the world will see that the US rejects genocide!!!" That's right, the message that the rest of the world would take from Biden losing to Trump is that the US rejects genocide. Never mind if Trump literally wants to commit all the genocide possible and to install himself as a fascist theocratic dictator. In the deeply twisted minds of the Online Leftists, this is the only possible interpretation of Biden's loss, so they'll push for it as hard as they can! The Trumpists and the Online Leftists, at this point, are working pretty much in concert to damage Biden for similar insane reasons and get Trump elected. Etc etc., one Nazi and ten people at the same table is eleven Nazis.

Like. Sure. Four years ago, when Trump was president and people were dying by the thousands because he didn't want to wear a mask because it smeared his bronzer, just to name literally one of the terrible things he did every single day (and not even mentioning how much worse a second term would be) we were absolutely better off. Super-duper great. (Sarcasm.) Either that or "there is suffering and evil in the world and the only solution is to drastically increase the suffering and evil for everyone and to destroy what progress we have managed to make because It Does Not Fix Everything Now" is an absolute moral imperative, and either way, yeah. I'm calling bullshit.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

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ossidae-passeridae · 4 months

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4. What’s the worst part of fanon? 😈

Question from here

That'd be the implicit racism thanks for asking!

A non snappy response, aka to explain what I mean by that:

A lot of fanon tropes implicitly reinforce a very white, America-centric POV, and in a universe like the GFFA which lies somewhere between heavily Asian-inspired and gloriously multicultural, that really rubs me the wrong way. (To clarify upfront: it is not racist or whatever to enjoy these tropes or to write them, but it worries me when people don't even seem to realise it)

An obvious, innocuous-seeming example is the tendency to use 'Ben' instead of Obi-Wan's actual name in AUs — especially when others' names (Anakin, Mace, Cody, etc) aren't changed as well. The biggest difference between those names and Obi-Wan's is that Obi-Wan's is obviously Asian inspired, and theirs aren't. It's not something I expect most people even think about! But it always leaves a sinking feeling in my chest.

(Obviously if, like in canon, Obi-Wan is using Ben as a pseudonym while in hiding that's a very different kettle of fish.)

A larger example is how incredibly common it is to cast the Jedi as space-Christians — some common examples being focus on tenets (the Jedi Code, which is a meditation mantra, not a rulebook), the pervasive Catholic Guilt which is very explicitly Christian in nature, the emphasis on worship as ritual rather than a state to work towards, the generalised "all organised religion must be Bad" sentiments that feel very specifically ex-Christian in nature.

Thinking about one's own religion and expressing thoughts through fiction/art isn't an issue in and of itself.

The thing is, the Jedi are explicitly based on Asian Buddhists. Not just in set dressing, but from the ground up, from their beliefs and the way they act, to their clothing to the structure of their temple — to strip that away is to remove what makes the Jedi the Jedi. It's to remove the Asian-ness and replace it with something predominantly white. It implies that Asian influence shouldn't or can't exist in the GFFA, or that there's something inferior or wrong about Buddhism that needs to be "fixed".

Again this isn't something where I think that fan authors are sitting there going "muhahaha I'm going to be RACIST today", I know that's not what's happening. But when so much Jedi-centric content being produced minimises the Asian influence and pushes a western one, it starts to say "there's something wrong with this group, we're trying to erase it because there shouldn't be representation at all" — an issue of scale, at its core.

(Then ofc there's all the "the Jedi steal babies" and "the Jedi ban emotions" and "the Jedi need to be destroyed" which, entirely separate from the above, if you replace 'Jedi' with 'Buddhists' I'm kind of starting to wonder why you hate Asian people/Asian religions, you know?)

I won't even get into the fanon surrounding the clones, because that'd require me to talk about KT far more than I'd like to on any day, but especially today 🤣

(All opinions expressed above are solely those of pass e. ridae and do not express the views or opinions of any affiliates or associates, passerine or otherwise)

#dae asks #star wars #jedi order #racism #as always a single person doing x is not the issue #it's the fandom as a whole doing the thing that can make it more :/#I don't think people can't or shouldn't write what they like #I just ask that they think about it first! I sure do every time I start a new fic

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judaicsheyd · 10 months

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i’ve been seeing jewish people who say Lilith is open. Also what if someone’s referring to pop culture Lilith in their eclectic neoreligion as I often see in these spaces? not that i’ve seen that, but i’ve seen people in spiritual pop culture spaces tie characters to historic entities maybe out of association or affection, idk. personal most likely. but what about when the figure is like Lilith? idk im confused

Hi. So, first off, there will always always be someone within a closed culture telling you that it's open*. And, even if a ton of Jews say they don't care, there will always be just as many or more begging you** to stay away from our closed culture that we've been killed and raped and genocided for trying to practice for thousands of years. If you only listen to the Jews that say what you want to hear, and don't listen to anyone else, it means you don't actually care about Jews and only about what you want. Think about how, by interacting with Judaism, a non-Jew gets to have all the fun they want and go unharmed, while even just a few days ago a Jew was stabbed in the street just because he answered "yes" when asked if he was a Jew.

Secondly, these pop-culture versions of Lilith are an example of part of a culture being stolen, erased, and turned into an empty vessel for entertainment. This has actually happened an extreme amount of times with endless amounts of highly sacred Jewish ideas. Also, there's a big difference between pop-culture figures just happening to have the name "Lilith" and actually trying to be Lilith. It would still not be okay to interact with the Kabbalah just because it appears in your favorite comic book, or interact with a figure from any other closed practice just because they were also in a comic book.

If a figure is "like" Lilith, I mean, I'm not sure what you mean (but I will answer this in the next paragraph). Goyim*** who work with her seem to consistently do so because she was the "first wife of Adam who defied Gd". And that's a problem because that's not even the true story. They're taking that narrative from an old Jewish work (the Alphabet of Ben Sirach) that was meant to be a joke, which literally talks about farting and pissing in its other stories. It says Lilith was mad pretty literally because she couldn't be "on top of Adam". And yes, that is the exact origin of that "Lilith was the first woman" story. When you look at actual Jewish (most often Ashkenazi) folklore and Jewish texts, Lilith was never a human being. She was, first, not even one entity, but a category of baby-killing and raping demons. Then she became a singular entity who was the personification of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. So, right off the bat, everything they worship about Lilith comes from their fundamental misunderstanding of what Lilith even is. This stems from the fact that they are not Jewish and will be making these incorrect and ignorant assumptions, therefore continuing to erase actual Jewish ideas and proving a million times over that people working with cultures closed to them will consistently get everything about them wrong because they don't understand a culture that was never theirs.

If someone wants to work with a hot sexy feminist demon or other dark figure that actually stands for female liberation, just go to open practices! Look at Lamia, or Inanna, or Ereshkigal, or Nyx, or Rashoon, or Tezrian, or Delepitoré. Those all actually fit what they think they're getting in Lilith, those are "like" this idea of Lilith that people have and are open. But they go after Lilith anyway, just because they hate being given a boundary and told that they just shouldn't touch a culture that is not theirs.

* In my experience, Jews (who say Lilith is open) whom I have interacted with have, in every instance, not actually known the true story of Lilith or were fully educated on her actual narrative. Not saying they don't exist, but this is my experience, and I think that says something.

** I'm using "you" here a lot but I'm not specifically accusing you of anything. I'm using "you" to denote non-Jewish Lilith appropriators.

*** "Goy"/"goyim" is a Yiddish word for non-Jews.

#ask carver #references #carverop #demonology #demonolator #demonolatry #judaism #jewish #jumblr #antisemitism #occult #לילית

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....

love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻

lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!

but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!

(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)

i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]

but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.

he tries all of them.

he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.

sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.

["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]

but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.

but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.

the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.

and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.

also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.

because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.

steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.

and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.

but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.

sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.

gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!

@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune

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ohimsummer · 2 years

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heat waves

18+, minors dni please

content: reformed fuckboy! jean x gn! reader, smut, size kink, explicit language, reader is a teeny tiny bit possessive

a/n: jean’s a fuckboy but you can change him

“You’re gonna end up stuck with them.”

The words ring in Jean’s ears, but he doesn’t bother to respond; what the fuck does Eren know? He’s not gonna be “stuck with you” because you were nothing to him. You were just another hole he could use to get his dick wet. Yeah, he agreed to be in a relationship with you because you were cute and a good fuck, but you were only temporary. He could tell you were head over heels for him. You did anything he wanted, always so ready to get on your knees and mouth at his cock, so eager to spread your legs and let him fill up your tight hole whenever he asked. Such a subservient little slut for him.

Sure, maybe he did a few things extra that he’d never done with past companions, but it was only to make sure you stayed around. He’d endure a few kisses on the cheek and douses of affection if it kept you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t matter that he enjoyed it more than he ever had with previous partners. What, just because Jean liked the way you indulged in him meant he wanted to stay with you?

A memory forces its way to the forefront of his mind, one that threatens to shatter the illusion of his negligence. It’s from the other day. Some girl approached him with a beaming smile, twirling her hair, and batting her pretty little eyelashes. It was clear her intentions; Jean was a hot topic on campus amongst students, so it was nothing new that yet another one had made it their goal to make him theirs.

Your arrival interrupts the girl mid-sentence. Jean hadn’t even heard your approach, and he can tell by the look on your face that you’re clearly not happy with the attention he’s receiving. The girl is annoyed at your presence, but her attitude is incomparable to the one she’s getting from you. Your hands are wrapped around Jean’s bicep, silently claiming him as you give the girl a look that could cut glass.

“Stay the fuck away from him.”, you seethe at her. The girl scurries away, having effectively been scared off, at least for now.

It’s weird. Usually, Jean hates that kind of thing from people. Why let some person he was only using chase off another fuckbuddy? But here, now, he doesn’t mind, in fact he doesn’t even care. He’s too caught up in the shirt you’re wearing. It’s some random shirt he’d bought for you just so he could say he got you a gift, keep you happy. It was the first thing he picked up in the store because why would he take the time to put actual thought into it? Not like he was going to be with you for long, at least that’s what he had thought at the time. Jean is actually shocked you even wore it out; the thing was hideous with some tacky, ugly pattern on it. As you drag him off, he questions you about it.

“It’s my favourite shirt.”, you grin at him and hug his arm tighter.

“Y/N, it looks ugly.” He glosses over the squiggly pattern going down the sleeves, and wants to buy you a new shirt immediately. One that, this time, he’ll actually put effort into picking out for you. You deserved better.

You look up at him, lips puckered in a pout, and for once he’s not focused on wanting to kiss them until they’re swollen and bruised. ”So? You bought it for me and I want to wear it, Jean-boy.”

He doesn’t even say anything about that stupid fucking nickname you picked up from his friends. Jean hates it, despises it even. But here he is now, letting you call him by that name and not even objecting to it. Why?

It’s not the first time he’s caught himself letting you get away with things he’d never let anyone else get away with, either. He remembers when he pressured his roommate, Connie, to go somewhere else so you could spend the night with him. Normally, a big no-no. He didn’t need people he was gonna dump in a a few weeks invading his space. And yet, somehow, here he is offering to carry your overnight bag for you, setting it down next to his bed and then heading off to the bathroom for a shower.

You pounce on him the minute he joins you on the comforter, shedding your top and lips latched to the side of his neck to mark him as your own. Jean’s hands instantly find their way between your thighs, rubbing over the soft skin as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sending a shiver up your spine. In no time, you’re taking his lubed cock inside your tight entrance. He keeps a hold on your hips, and gazes up at you through half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. Jean thinks you look stunning, hair messy and body shining with a light sheen of sweat. A groan escapes his lips as you take more and more of his cock and, in his frantic thoughts, he thinks about how he’d stay with you for-fucking-ever if it meant being the only one able to see you like this: panting and pleas for him leaving in whispers from your lips between needy whimpers, whole body trembling as you struggle to take him on your own just to please him and show Jean you could do it.

"I fucking love you.”, Jean breathily moans out. He doesn’t correct himself, doesn’t take it back. He’s too focused on that look you’re casting down at him, one that makes Jean want to wrap you up in his arms and hold you against him for eternity so you can never leave his side. He can keep telling himself that he just loves you for your body, but he can’t keep denying that he actually loves your company, even when you’re not just there to fuck him. He loves the way you relish in bragging to people that he’s your boyfriend. Jean loves the way you smile at him and when you let out your little titters after he says you’re being annoying. A harmonious giggle that calms his nerves and leaves him yearning to hear it again.

So yeah, maybe Eren is right. Maybe Jean would end up stuck with you. But at least it would be with you.

bad ending

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a-cix · 5 months

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Taehyung loves when it rains throughout the night, the way it quiets down in the morning, the smatterings of droplets from leaves hitting the pavement. He leaves the window cracked at night to listen to the sounds, even though Jungkook hates the cold, the gentle wet-cool air waving the curtains. It’s okay, Taehyung always promises. I’ll keep you warm.

And he does, blankets wrapped tight around Jungkook’s body, Taehyung’s hands sliding over the covers as he keeps checking—Are you tucked in? Are you warm?—until Jungkook giggles and tries to push Taehyung’s hands away, but it’s too late by then, because Taehyung’s already wrapped Jungkook so tight he can’t move.

“I’m trapped,” Jungkook says, just his smiling eyes peeking out from the covers. “You’ve trapped me.”

“I have. You can’t escape.” Taehyung climbs on top of him and kisses Jungkook’s forehead. He’s still listening to the sounds outside, wet tires on pavement as the city comes to life, people going to live their lives, and here he and Jungkook live theirs. Their beautiful, quiet life together. Their forever peace. And while he listens to the rain and streets he’s also listening to Jungkook, his soft voice in the morning, his gentle breathing, his sweet body rustling the covers.

“You’re squishing me,” Jungkook says.

Taehyung dots kisses down Jungkook’s face. Eyebrow, eyebrow. Eyelid, eyelid. Nose. Lips. Soft little kisses.

“I’m squishing you.” Taehyung smooshes Jungkook’s cheeks with one hand, cupping his face, and Jungkook’s lips push into a pout. “I love your lips.”

Jungkook hums, his eyes bow-shaped and smiling, beautiful. “Show me how much.”

They always do this. Taehyung saying, I love this about you, I love that, I love everything, and Jungkook saying, Show me. So Taehyung shows him, this morning just as he does all mornings and all other times of their life. He kisses Jungkook slow and soft. He kisses him whole.

You make me everything I am, he wants to say with it. My happiness. My love. My world. But he’s not good with words, so he pulls the blankets tighter and kisses Jungkook more, until Jungkook squeaks into the kiss and giggles, saying against Taehyung’s lips, “Hyung—” Another laugh. “Hyung, I’m squished. I’m so squished.”

Taehyung laughs too. “I love how you say that. Sqush. My squishy.” He pulls back and boops his fingertip on Jungkook’s nose. His skin is silky-bright in the grey morning, the lingering rainclouds making the light clean and fresh. His tan on the ivory white sheets. His jet-black hair, shining. His pink lips, the way they curve up, half-moon, a peach slice, wet and sweet.

“Your squishy,” Jungkook repeats softly, and then their giggles die down and it’s just Taehyung and Jungkook and the space between their faces, dark eyes seeing deep into each other.

Nothing else.

“Good morning,” Jungkook says after a moment. “Will you release me so I can make us breakfast?”

“Depends. What are you gonna make?”

“What do you want?”

Taehyung pretends to think about it but he always asks Jungkook for the same thing. “Eggs. The way you make them.”

“One sunny side up, one over-easy?”

“Yes.”

“And you heat up the soup and rice?”

“Yes.”

“Good plan. I like it.”

“Race you.” Taehyung hops off Jungkook’s body and runs out of the bedroom, hearing Jungkook scramble to toss the covers off his body, but Taehyung wrapped him up good. He knows all of Jungkook’s angles, his divots, how to secure every inch of him.

He loves these quiet mornings, cool and white, but he also loves the nights, warm, rich. The way they come back together after a long day apart to finally sink into each other again. The I missed you in their kiss, the way every day feels like a reunion after years of being apart, even if it was only a few hours, only a day. Taehyung doesn’t want to say it too often—it feels naked, painfully truthful, like those dreams where you realize you’re naked and feel the frantic embarrassment of being seen—but he knows Jungkook feels it too, not just from the times they’ve said it to each other, but the way their bodies meet. The way Jungkook’s strong fingers dig into his arm, his waist, his pleased hum at the way Taehyung kisses him.

How can something so heady and desperate be so peaceful? The feeling of Jungkook panting against Taehyung’s skin. The feeling of wanting so much, the intense desire, the more, more, please, more. More of you.

Taehyung loves the way Jungkook’s back bows up against his body when Taehyung sinks into him from behind. He loves the way Jungkook shudders and squeezes, so warm and soft, and Taehyung never wants to be anywhere else.

“It’s a crime to keep me from you,” Taehyung murmurs low, lips pushed to the side of Jungkook’s throat. “My everything.”

Jungkook blushes up from his chest to his cheeks, his body hot. “Taehyung,” he says, choked with pleasure and embarrassment. “You’re so—”

“Yeah, I am. I’m gonna move, okay, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Please. The word rips a growl up Taehyung’s throat. “I love when you say that.”

“Mm. I know. Faster, please.” Jungkook’s expression is soft and smiling, mouth open as he breathes, the rhythm of their bodies pushing his exhales out of him like Taehyung’s stuffing him so full of pleasure and love that there’s no room for anything else in his body. Nothing but Taehyung.

And on top of the mornings and the evenings there’s also the afternoons. So many wonderful moments. Taehyung can’t decide on his favourite. So many moments of always. Of forever. The little dates they go on, the riverside strolls when the weather is nice and the rustic cafes they coop up in when it’s not. The hot summer, the way sweat dips in Jungkook’s collarbones, the way he groans and stretches himself out under the sun and heat. The fall, when Jungkook’s skin glows in the autumn light—my birthday boy, Taehyung gets to say in these times. The winters, when Jungkook’s cheeks and nose go an adorable pink in the cold and Taehyung gets to kiss him silly to warm him up, feeling the way Jungkook’s body shakes with laughter as he does it, saying Hyung, hyung, it tickles.

“The afternoons,” Taehyung murmurs, Jungkook’s hand in his as they look at the flower buds. Some are still brown and dark, but among the greyish branches there are some that stand out stark, bright and whitish pink, opening up first, leading the way for spring to come.

“Hm?” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “What are you thinking about?”

Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand back, warm and solid in his. “I’m thinking about my favourite moments with you.”

Jungkook blinks, those pretty doe eyes, that soft little mouth, and then he smiles. “I like this moment.”

Taehyung smiles. “This is just a normal moment.”

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook moves his hands to hold Taehyung by the elbow and leans his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “It’s such a nice moment.”

It is. Taehyung kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, flyaways from his lightly styled hair tickling his cheek. What a treasure, to be with Jungkook, always. To have him here. To live this moment, the flowers budding, the snow melting, the world moving.

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ok I made this post and @steddieas-shegoes urged me to write this so here you go! :)

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Steve's at Eddie’s trailer. When he picked up the kids at that game of theirs, Eddie proposed they hung out without the mongrels, and he agreed. He called beforehand, Eddie knows he’s coming but still, he’s nervous. His fist’s been hovering over the door for a good while. He breathes in once more, and knocks.

He hears Eddie rummaging through the trailer’s walls, until he opens the door. “Hi Stevie!” He bows dramatically, and gestures for him to come in. Eddie’s wearing this band T-shirt, but it has been washed so much you can’t see the logo anymore. He has his hair in a bun, and Steve knows he’s staring, but he just can’t seem to look away. When he finally tears his eyes away, he looks around the trailer, expecting Eddie’s uncle somewhere. “Your uncle isn’t here?” “Nah. He has to work today. What, you wanted to hang out with him instead of me?” He pouts, and laughs right after. Steve laughs with him, and can’t help but look at those dimples.

“I was thinking we could get high a bit. Your house isn’t that far away, and if you’re really in no state to drive, you could just stay here. Or do you have work tomorrow?” He leads him through the organised chaos, and towards his bedroom. “I don’t have work. We could get high.” “Great! You seem like you could use it, you’re so tense.” He laughs again, and massages Steve’s shoulders. He’s touching me.. Steve thinks, before shaking his head like an Etch-A-Sketch.

Eddie collapses on his bed, and pats the space next to him, but not before he’s turned on some music. It’s metal, Steve’s pretty sure, but not the ear-shattering one. It’s nice. “C’mon, I think I have some joints somewhere.” He says while rummaging through one of the drawers. He lights one, takes a drag, and passes it to Steve.

He isn’t inexperienced, he’s had weed before. Come on, he’s had worse before. But it’s different when he’s sitting next to Eddie. He didn’t eat enough today, definitely didn’t drink enough today, so he’s a bit of a lightweight. He lays down on the bed, and it’s all Eddie, all so Eddie. The smell of him, mixing with the weed, which is also Eddie. It’s just a bit too much. He’s had another drag, and passes it to Eddie again. “I feel like you’ve already had some before I came here.” He notices. “No shit. Not gonna lie, big boy, I was a bit nervous.” That makes Steve laugh.

“Nervous? Pff. Of course.” “Nah man, I’m serious. It’s not every day the king of Hawkins High is in your bedroom. At least not for me.” He laughs. “Ah I hate when people say that. King of Hawkins High my ass. I wasn’t king of anythin’, just pretending to be. When I fell off Billy took the throne. Not the king anymore, Eds.” His vision’s getting that good blur, the nice one. He looks left of him, and sees Eddie’s laying on his back as well. When did that happen? “Well, it’s not every day I have Steve The Hair Harrington in my bedroom. At least that’s still true. Damn, I really wanna feel it right now.” Steve almost swallows the joint he’s holding between his lips. “What?” “I bet your hair feels fucking soft, man. Just wanna..” He moves, and his hand is really in Steve’s hair, he’s not dreaming.

He’s moving it now, gently rubbing his scalp, and Steve would say how weird this is, but he’s high out of his fucking mind, and it also feels kinda nice. “Mmh.” He says instead. “You like that, sweetheart?” “Mhm.” “Good, ’cause that was really scary for me.” He giggles. “You have no idea how scary this is for me, man.” Steve admits. “Huh?” “I’m actually not supposed to say this, Robin’s gonna get so mad that she wasn’t here for it, but fuck it. I’ve had like a massive crush on you since Watergate, Eds. Like, like this big.” He spreads his arms as far as he can get them, hitting Eddie in the process. “Sorry, Eds. ‘S just.. ‘S just so fucked up, ‘cause I’m supposed to end up with a nice lady, and settle down in a nice town, and do fuck all for the rest of my life. But I don’t wanna.” Eddie starts breathing again. “Holy shit.” He says. “Holy shit.” Steve repeats.

“Who says you have to end up with a lady?” Eddie manages to say, fiddling with a strand of Steve’s hair. “Fuckin’ everyone, Eds. Especially my dad.” “When’s the last time you saw your dad?” “Before whole Hawkins went to shit.” “Steve, that’s two months ago.” “I know.” He reaches for the chain on Eddie’s pants, twirling the cool metal around his fingers. “I like this.” He says, giving it a good tug, and then letting it go.

“You do?” “Yes. The whole..” He gestures vaguely. “Shebang you got going on there. I like it. Suits you. ‘S pretty.” He rests his hand on Eddie’s thigh. “You’re pretty.” Eddie smiles. “Thanks.” Steve smiles as well. “Pretty boy.” “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that without it being an insult.” “Glad I’m the first one, pretty boy. Pretty Steve.” He chuckles. “Do you really think I’m pretty?” “Of course I do.” It’s silent between them for a while, the tape whirring to a stop.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Eddie sighs happily, lighting another joint.

“Of course I do.”

He takes a hit of the joint, and rolls over, the smoke still in his mouth. He raises his eyes, to say may I? And Steve nods. He breathes out a little, the smoke hitting Steve’s lips, and he opens them, inviting the smoke and Eddie in. They kiss, and Steve inhales at the same time, it’s making him lightheaded in the best way possible. Eddie tastes like weed, of course, but also like something else. Eddie, Steve realises. Was it ever so simple? Eddie tastes like Eddie.

Their lips separate, and Steve breathes out, or sighs, he’s not sure. Eddie gives him time, but as soon his lungs aren’t filled with smoke anymore, he crashes their lips together, holding Steve’s face with both hands. “Eddie..” He mutters, moans, inside his mouth. “Fucking hell, Steve. You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Steve chuckles, still so close to his lips he can taste the weed. “I fucking better be.”

They kiss and smoke and talk some more, until Steve realises it’s 1 AM. “Shit, I should go home.” He prepares to stand up, but Eddie’s strong hand pushes him back down on the bed. “Stay. Please. I told you you could.” “I don’t have anything to sleep in.” “You can borrow my shit.” “Huh. Thanks.” “No worries sweetheart. Can I get another kiss before you leave me here to be touch starved for a whole entire two minutes?” He pouts, and Steve laughs, he thinks he’s getting the hang of this. “Of course, my precious Edward.” He says, and Eddie laughs.

When he changed into Eddie’s pyjamas, he crawls back in bed, where Eddie’s laying, his arms stretched out, his hair like a crown around his head. “C’mere sweetheart.” He does as Eddie says, curling up against his chest. “You are so high.” He giggles. “No you.” He nods, and buries his face in the washed out shirt. It smells like Eddie, he’s surrounded by it. All sound and feeling seems to be duller, only that smell sticking around. “Would it be weird to say I love you now?” He wonders out loud. Eddie’s breath falters. “I wouldn’t mind.” “Well. I love you, then.” “Oh sweetheart.” He giggles. “I love you too.”

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soracities · 3 months

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thank you for your compassionate answer about men and love. my father is one of my favourite people in the world (contrary to stereotype he is the gentle nonviolent one while my mom is passionate but turbulent) and i used to get so defensive about posts hating on fathers as a concept because i value mine and felt guilty for something so far behind my control.

i grew up a little and learned about my friends’ experiences with men and their fathers and came to grasp that it’s much more complicated than theirs are good and mine are bad and i try to keep that awareness with me when i see men being cruel. i can’t always. and my dad is still a man (he has some very… fun ideas about repressing emotions lol but he is growing! i am watering him and tending to his leaves and getting him in the sun!)

anyway i’m rambling but i appreciate the compassion in your answer.

(i don’t want to emotion dump to a stranger, contrary to your boundaries, but i do want to add that i am very familiar with male violence and i don’t think your words erase what people like me have experienced. if anything finding ways to love men again has helped me.)

i'm so sorry this is so late, but i deeply appreciate the time you took to send and share this, anon, i truly do 🤍 it warms my heart immensely that you have such a loving and beautiful relationship with your father and that you are giving that back to him in turn however you can ("but he is growing! i am watering him and tending to his leaves and getting him in the sun!"--what a beautiful, beautiful way to describe it!). we all come away with a plethora of ideas because of the world we live in and compassion and accountability is so important, but always hand in hand.

genuinely, i hope you both continue to thrive and grow in your care for one another and i hope so much your own path towards healing continues to give you the space to flourish, whatever this looks like for you. i hope your future is full of people who can give you the same gentleness as your father, i do 🤍

#ask #Anonymous #humanity i love you

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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stranger things autism squad hcs

- the squad consists of jonathan, eddie, robin, steve (and will but i’ll talk abt him with the rest of the party’s hcs)

the rest of them are also neurodivergent, mainly adhd or anxiety and obviously they all have ptsd

- eddie robin and steve also have adhd (and steve has dyslexia)

- steve and jonathan tend to get overstimulated by the same things, same with eddie and robin

- eddie and jonathan have music playing 24/7 so their thoughts don’t get too loud

- steve is hyper-empathetic to the ppl around him and tends to mimic stims and tics from the others

a lot of times robin and steve end up mimicking the same stuff back at each other until one of them gets distracted (which is usually pretty fast)

- jonathan is touch averse, can only handle being touched by family/very close friends

- steve is touch starved and finds physical affection grounding (and eddie and robin are happy to oblige bc they do too)

- steve has a super high pain tolerance

- eddie does not understand the concept of personal space

- steve has excellent hand-eye coordination (basketball!) but that’s about it, he’s almost as clumsy as robin most days

- eddie has lived off of solely spaghettio’s and chicken nuggets for 19 years

- jonathan can’t drink any beverage other than water

- the only food steve knows how to make is his and robins comfort foods (his is mac and cheese, robin’s is pancakes)

- the four of them are completely clueless when people try to subtly hint or imply things to them. they will not get it unless it is explicitly stated

- steve and eddie have a good sense of direction but mess up left and right, jonathan and robin are the opposite, they get lost constantly but make fun of steve and eddie for having to do the L thing (iykyk) to figure out left/right

- eddie ends up chewing on paper a lot and has accidentally swallowed a bunch

- eddie and steve are incapable of doing homework and are terrible test-takers

- steve and robin are perfectionists but in different ways. steve will start organizing peoples rooms subconsciously and has a bunch of random little rules for himself (tie left shoe first, check locks three times, etc.) robin is a perfectionist about her grades/band/how she looks/etc.

- jonathan and steve hate making eye contact, eddie makes too much eye contact and robin doesn’t even look up from her book when people talk to her

- eddie and robin accidentally eavesdrop a lot but end up getting a bunch of town gossip and tell steve about it. they’re all really invested in mr. clarke’s love life

- eddie and jonathan have synesthesia

- jonathan has a lack of facial expressions while eddie and robin over-exaggerate theirs. steve masks the most so he has “normal” facial expressions

- steve has trouble expressing himself a lot of the time, he’ll usually ask robin for certain words to describe things and bc she loves big words and vocabulary she always has one

- robin is a terrible liar and steve finds it hilarious

- they all tend to recharge on their own after a lot of socializing, or they all go to steve’s and just like. exist together

- steve keeps a very strict schedule and gets really anxious/upset when it’s messed up

- robin and eddie tend to overshare

- jonathan and steve talk pretty monotone (jonathan more so) while robin and eddie talk in super energetic or dramatic tones (they’re both former theatre kids i can feel it in my bones)

- steve has auditory processing issues, often asks people to repeat what they said (overtime he also starts to lose his hearing so he ends up learning to read lips)

- when they’re anxious robin and eddie usually go hyperverbal, while steve and jonathan tend to go nonverbal

- steve and eddie have echolalia and both used to get super frustrated with themselves before they met and were like “oh im not the only one thank fuck”

- jonathan and robin have photographic memories, steve and eddie have trouble remembering what they had for breakfast

- robin is pretty blunt but steve appreciates it because she gets straight to the point and calls him out if he does something stupid (aka smth King Steve would do)

- steve’s main mask is, obviously, king steve. his parents didn’t like the way he acted when he was younger, they wanted a “normal” child. so they trained him to be one. he still falls back into old habits some days but robin or eddie snap him out of it and comfort him after

- steve and robin mask the most, but steve does wayyy more than all of them combined. robins parents are autistic so she only really masks around people in public

she does around steve until they get closer and she feels comfortable enough to unmask (though she doesn’t really know why,,) and steve notices and is like “…you can… take it off?” and robin realizes oh he’s like me

- joyce is an amazing mother and jonathan only ever felt the need to mask around lonnie. once he leaves (aka joyce kicks him out with hopper’s help) will and jonathan rarely mask at home unless they’re really anxious or upset

- eddie masked most of his childhood. when he grows up he masks around his dad, but not anyone else. he thought if anyone hated him they could go fuck themselves. wayne is also autistic so they never feel the need to mask around each other. he still doesn’t give a shit what other people think of him (and tries to help the others feel that way too)

their special interests:

- jonathan’s is photography

- eddie’s are dnd and metal music

- robins are cryptography and linguistics

- steve’s are hair care and marvel comics

steve infodumps to dustin and robin about them but doesn’t tell anyone else (besides will) because it’s “nerdy” lmao. and yes when eddie finds out he falls even harder for him

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I need to be awake in three hours but I'm just thinking of this

Like, Aimsey right. I have many many problems with them. But my biggest problem is how they try to paint themselves as this huge advocate for queer people, women and mental health to their audience

And yet they shit on Dream. If you're truly going to be an advocate for any of this, talk about the biggest victim of homophobia in your own community. Sure Drean doesn't get called slurs every day (that's an Uber exclusive ✨️) but at the end of the day, the reason Dream gets treated like that is because he himself is queer and he welcomes a queer female audience with open arms

But no, Aimsey just uses him and and the rest of dteam as punching bags. They see them as less. Aimsey can not and will never be a truly safe space until they acknowledge what Dream has been through and the role they played to help perpetuate it. Aimsey proves the whole thing about how people's queerness is judged on morality

Dream is the biggest victim mcyt has ever witnessed and yet all they see is a villain. Congrats the right wing smear campaign worked.

Aimsey and the rest of the Brighton bastards can tout all they want about how they want to support victims and queer people and marginalized communities but until they're able to see past their own biases and accept the blatant hate they've helped spread, they will never be that. They will be two-faced liars who only accept you when it's to no harm them. As soon as they have to make themselves uncomfortable for your rights and comfort, all they give is scorn

Associating with Dream is hard, it is let's not kid ourselves. Even as fans it can be difficult and most fans feel like they have to hide when they're out in the real world. But that's precisely why it's so important that anyone who claims to be all for marginalized people is also willing to show support for Dream

That also goes to Catelyn. She called George out happily without hearing his side of the story but it was crickets when it came to punz.

This goes to Sniff who was all to eager to tear Dream down and share Andi's story but has been deathly silent on every other matter. This goes to Rue who in the midst of people reeling over what was found out about Wilbur took the opportunity and painted Dream as an enabler when he was simply in the room. This goes to all of them, every single one who can't keep Dream’s name out of their mouth as the general public slowly forgets theirs

And it goes to their fans too. Their fans who happily alienate and ostracize Dream fans on the basis of us enjoying our silly little guys. They who blindly believe every awful word that's thrown Dream’s way without wondering what he did to be called that and never question why they're so eager to hate him

I mention Dream the most because he's undeniably the center of all this, but neither George nor Sapnap are safe from this either

It frustrates me to no end because they're so incredibly preformative. Dream never outright says go support victims, but every month he quietly donates to a charity in support of victims

He doesn't try and claim he's an advocate for queer people, he just exists and fosters a community where you can be openly about that. He also designs delightfully subtle pride merch. He doesn't claim he's an advocate for mental health, but he occasionally mentions his own struggles as a teen and how he got through it and tells us it'll be okay even if it doesn't feel that way or he'll say yeah I'm medicated now and it helps

He isn't loud about any of this. He just quietly makes it known his thoughts and feelings in small ways that resonate deeply with his audience.

He's not an advocate, he's just someone who when accused of something decided to try and do something good while clearing his name. He's not an advocate, he's a queer person that exists. He's not an advocate, he's just a young adult who struggled in his younger years.

He's not an advocate but he's made his space a safe one regardless of who and what you are.

I got severely off topic and rambled sorry 😅

💫

don’t apologize, i appreciate hearing your thoughts <3

these parts of what you said really stood out to me:

“Aimsey proves the whole thing about how people’s queerness is judged on morality”

“They will be two-faced liars who only accept you when it’s no harm to them”

“As soon as they have to make themselves uncomfortable for your rights and comfort, all they give is scorn”

you’re right; if you want to foster a safe space for marginalized groups, you cannot pick and choose who is valid and who isn’t. we see this in so many different spaces and in so many different ways — the second that someone who’s part of a marginalized group isn’t liked anymore (usually because of others’ moral superiority complexes), they are completely alienated from their community at the hands of loud ‘advocates’.

one thing that really bothers me about all of this is that the main strength in advocacy is education. educating people is advocacy. and then these creators come forward claiming to be advocates who foster safe spaces, yet their only forms of ‘education’ or discussion are heated rants about other creators they don’t like, vagueing ongoing situations or drama, and shitting on creators like dream. and the worst part is how obvious it is that they haven’t even attempted to think critically about any of the hate they’re spreading. also, spreading hate is not advocacy! ever! spreading hate is not ‘supporting victims’! you’re inherently taking away from victims when you shift the focus onto someone to target. turning someone else into a victim isn’t supporting victims.

and about all the action dream has taken to support people in marginalized groups: there’s even a massive difference between those other creators & dream in terms of the messages they spread and the behaviours they encourage. dream has ALWAYS told his fans not to spread hate or fight people on his behalf. he has ALWAYS encouraged empathy, understanding, and compassion, and shown it himself even when the other party doesn’t necessarily deserve it and hasn’t shown him the same. he doesn’t go on hate-rants about other creators. he ALWAYS gives people the benefit of the doubt and tries to look at things from every possible perspective.

yes, talking is a huge part of advocacy. but an even bigger part is action. content creators make their agendas and intentions clear through their actions and behaviour, but their fans often get distracted by their words (i.e. “this is a safe space for queer people”). all of those examples you listed of ways dream has been a silent advocate makes his agenda clear. the same goes for creators like aimsey, who make empty promises and then do things that directly contradict the things they’re saying (claiming to support victims, yet completely ignoring all of the ways dream has been victimized).

advocacy is uncomfortable, period. being a large voice in a community and using that reach to support marginalized groups can shine a huge spotlight on creators. and once you see where a creator draws the line, where their support and ‘advocacy’ ends, their intentions and agendas become visible very quickly. and usually, the point where advocacy becomes too uncomfortable for a creator happens much sooner than people would expect. this is the issue with fans taking a creator’s words at face value; if those words aren’t backed up by any action, often times that means they’re untrue.

#pixspeaks #chitchat #discourse #aimsey neg

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luaveltarot · 11 months

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙜𝙗𝙩𝙦+🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

🏹𝘗𝘢𝘤: 𝘏𝘰𝘸’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?🏹

Group 1

When I started to do this reading, I saw 71717. Your person seems quite accomplished to me and they may cone off as a decent and peaceful person, however, they feel internally disconnected on emotional level with people. They have a hard time bonding with others. Tbh no matter how much they do for anyone, emotionally or materially, it’s never enough or efforts go unnoticed. But they are a pro at handling their emotions. They have more of masculine aura to appear calm, composed and progressive. They are really good when it comes to dealing with emotions for those of you who are into mbti they could be fi dominant. They also hate to gossip or belittle anyone. They have a really good heart because they see good in everyone mostly (except when they are really depressed). They could be into sports or a football/soccer/rugby person. They are the kind of person who believes it’s one life and one should work hard enough for whatever they desire. If they love you then they’ll get everything before you could even think of. Also they’ll love to take care of you when you are down or feel pessimistic about something, they’ll do everything too cheer you up. Also, they have a good sense of keeping a balance between material and spiritual life. They could also be a local in the city you are currently in.

Extra details-

They could be born near a beach or live in a place which has some waterbody. Dominant zodiac signs are pisces and cancer. Saturn could be one of the dominant planets in their chart.

Life path number 7 or born in July or 7 could be the date they were born on.

They are a big time foodie especially have a thing for fruits 🍉 🍍 🍹

They smell really good.

Letter L and V.

Messages from them-

Don’t think of your self as small because I’ll do anything to see you smile. You deserve me and we are for each other.

When we met first time, I knew it somehow that you are the person I’ll fall in love with.

Group 2

So your person has gone through a lot of ups and down in life where they experienced the cyclical nature of life. They could come off from border areas or coastal areas. They have refugee vibes or could be orphan who changed a lot of foster homes. But no home to call theirs. They struggle to stay optimistic or envision future. They think the rest of their life will be a bumpy ride like their past. Although they seem to have a plan where they will use all their creativity and talents to have a stable life but still they struggle to believe that it will succeed. Their most preferred colour will be red and black. I also see that they want to move on from the place they are currently living in. For some they could be your childhood friend or someone who you knew from a long time. They want deep supportive relationships but rn they are not in the right place to look for you or be with you. They need time and space to navigate through everything they’ve been going through. If you are currently with them then they need you in the background to guide or support them. Their energy is guarded and don’t want me to read them to you because they feel insecure. I’m sorry if you don’t feel satisfied with the reading or feel their were less msgs.

Extra details-

They have long hair.

Mars is dominant in their chart.

Letter J

Purple or blonde hair

Insecure and abandonment

Struggled in life to get anything they wanted.

Messages from them-

You might not be the first love in my life but after you I felt everything is irrelevant except you.

I’ll go through everything with you without giving up. I have a problem that I can never get enough of you.

#tarot reading #pac #pick a pile #tarotblr #pick a card #lgbtq community #luaveltarot #lgbtq #lgbtq tarot reading

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love-islike-abomb · 4 months

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Scream with me

Roman reigns x Y/n

Warnings: pent up frustration I've been feeling the last few weeks has me beyond fed up so I turned it into what I do best a fic... And a comfort fic at that! Sometimes when Im frustrated this is a song I listen to because one of the lyrics in the song is "stand in the corner and scream with me!" You'd be surprised at just how much letting out a deep scream helps!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @@noisywwerawiconssoul @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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Why can't people just leave others alone and let them enjoy themselves? Why is it so hard to live your life and let others live theirs? People are cruel evil monsters at times and I would rather be surrounded by animals then people and my husband knew that so him coming home finding me having buried myself underneath our 3 dogs he wasn't surprised. What he was surprised about was the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes. Most the time dog piles helped dry my tears but not this time.

"babygirl what's wrong? Talk to me" he said trying to get me to open up but all I could do was stare off into space. He suddenly ordered our dogs off me "anubis, atlas, Apollo off!" He said, his voice deep yet commanding. they all got off me and went to their beds "sweetheart please tell me what happened! You know I hate seeing you cry" he said still trying to get me to talk. "Why is it that whenever I come up with something creative people have to constantly use my shit? I mean like if I had some that to them they would have thrown a hissy fit 10 miles wide! But they do it to me and I'm supposed to act like it's no big deal?!"

He knew I was pissed. My face still had tear stains but the anger was showing now "and some psycho cow says I'm delusional yet she thinks she did nothing wrong and her ass knows damn well she's a fucking liar! I will post that shit all over the internet if I have to! I give no fucks!! Or that bitch that used ohnmacht and put a 🔥 next to it and her dumbass not realizing you speak Czeck! In German ohnmacht means faint but I'm czeck it means power of fire which explains the 🔥!! Or how about that one bitch who knew I had a choking kink and posted a picture of you grabbing the ref by the collar of his shirt saying 'i'm just trying to make you know who jealous that's all' but im just supposed to act like none of this happened and those bitches can do whatever the fuck they want but if I do it to them and call them out suddenly im the bad guy? Fuck this shit!!! I'm done holding my tongue with this shit and I'm letting it all out!! I don't give a fuck anymore!! And if this is what it takes to show people I've had enough so be it!! I bet they won't bully me anymore!! And I'm sure they fucking remember but will pretend they don't!!" I said starting to yell and I could feel my heart starting to pound harder.

He let go of me and walked to our TV that had a Built in Bluetooth and my phone automatically connected to it "play the song you always play when you're angry" he said. I grabbed my phone knowing instantly which one he was talking about the opening chords hit and as soon as they did i felt my body relax. "Ever feel like dying, ever feel alone..." The rest of the verse played but I was waiting for the chorus and when it came I let lose "stand in the corner and scream with me!! A body full of empty!! A head thats full of rage but i believe it!!" The screaming of the words along with the unbridled rage has released an adrenaline rush i'd never felt before. My heart was beating so hard I had to sit down. He stopped the music and I looked at him "baby are you ok?" He asked rubbing the side of my face, moving my hair out of my eyes. I smiled up at him. "I had a massive adrenaline rush and I feel soooooo much better!!"

He smiled back at me "good I'm glad! But please don't ever let it get that bad again. Promise me you'll talk to me next time!"

"I promise" I said "I love you"

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before moving to my lips "I love you to!"

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns x y/n #wwe x yn #wwe angst #wwe fluff #roman reigns angst #roman reigns fluff #wwe #Spotify

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soullessjack · 5 months

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so one of my other problems with babyjack is that the fandom just seems to have this sort of collective cognitive dissonance about it, in almost any context or discussion. like this post as probably my only standing example (bc it’s the only one to have gotten traction), there are all these tags about how babyjack leads to bad dean criticism, or how it’s nice in aus but they want canon complex jack, and like I’m not entirely disagreeing with that, but it is so fucking frustrating that people are still ignoring the actual problem with it and either only focusing on the most surface level issues that personally affect them or their corner of the fandom, or making up some point of acceptability for it that frankly isn’t theirs to make.

it’s the autistic experience of our struggles never being seen or cared about until they become other people’s inconveniences, and our voices being used to say something else entirely. when the main takeaway of that post is how the fandom’s treatment of jack being in a way he’s explicitly shown to hate being treated directly mirrors autistic people’s struggle for autonomy in the real world, I really do not need you to make it about how it makes your golden website boy dean look like a big meanie pants, okay? that’s definitely a part of it, but it’s not at all what we are talking about, and it 100% should not be the only reason you care.

and especially when the other takeaway is how this is just a smaller scale issue that comes from autistic infantilization, the absolute last take I want to hear is that you find that infantilization acceptable as long it’s an AU or something else separated from canon. believe me, I’m beyond glad more people actually prefer canon complex jack—like, I don’t think you guys understand that that is legitimately a rarity to find here— but the thing about babyjack is that the concept itself is inherently ableist, and directly relies on his complexities (and the representation he means for us) being removed and erased so that he can even exist in the context of those AU’s. It feels very… ‘have your cake and eat it too’ to me.

I’m trying not to sound angry or accusatory, but I am also tired of having to force civility on a problem that’s pretty much just an open secret thar everyone collectively ignores and beats bushes around solely because they prioritize #domesticdestiel over all. I mean, do you guys even hear yourselves sometimes? Like half of it just boils down to “Autistic infantilization is always bad, except for this one context where it makes my ship look domestic and redeems my blorbo,” and it’s getting really fucking annoying to have to constantly explain something that is not only painfully easy to understand, but is understood and actively ignored, and still play nice so that somebody out there might listen.

So many people will say they like canon Jack and want more of him from the fandom, and I more than agree, but motherfucker you have a blog! You have the tools! Be the change you want to see! He doesn’t have to be your fav or your blog thesis blorbo, but if you want it, you are literally fully equipped to make it! Write some meta, draw some fanart, whatever. Better yet, you could even stop engaging with and perpetuating content that actively pushes down on what you want and, I must reiterate, is actively harmful and ableist. If you want domestic silliness go right ahead, but you don’t need to resort to ableism to do it.

I don’t think I’m asking too much or asking rudely, and frankly I don’t even think I owe niceties to anyone when it’s a problem that has been openly ignored for 6 years and holds plenty of bearing in the real world concerning my identity and community and shit we face constantly. Outside of our screens, we are constantly fighting for autonomy and recognition and representation, and even to be seen as people. Online spaces, especially fandom spaces, are a huge source of escapism and support that we wouldn’t get otherwise. So for the love of god, please stop bringing that fight here.

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m4gp13 · 10 months

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I wish demigods got to use/make weapons that had more to do with their godly parents whether it be a weapon they were known for, a symbol of theirs or something to do with their powers

we've all seen art of Percy with a trident made of water but like, imagine a child of Demeter running around with a knife made of thorns or some thorny vine wrapped around their hand like spiked brass knuckles, or a child of Hephaestus making some ungodly weapon never before seen, possibly infused with fire magic (I hate to bring such stuff into my well-catered space, but if you've read it think of Aelin infusing her sword with fire magic in Kingdom of Ash), or Thalia making a lightning spear that looks similar to the lightning bolt/javelin in the movie, or (something I've seen floating around before) children of aphrodite mixing powdered celestial bronze into acrylic to make claw-nails or even just using celestial bronze claws as acrylic nails.

Or, another thing that would be really cool, demigods using spoils of war from monster they've killed or parts from their parent's sacred animal as a weapon. Imagine if Percy got his minotaur horn made into a knife that he used throughout the series. It could have a been a good signifier of his growth, made his rematch with the minotaur more impactful by having Percy kill it with the horn he got from killing it the first time and he could have given it to Annabeth when she lost her knife in Tartarus.

Also, imagine something like the Athena kids using owl talons as something like a bagh nakh, or Ares kids using boar tusks as spear tips, or characters using fangs/claws from hellhounds for a similar purpose, or characters (i.e. Ethan) using poison from creatures like the gorgons or drakons to coat their blades or even characters like Ethan using the venomous fangs from a hydra or a drakon as a weapon, or people using scales from drakons or dracaena as armour or maybe on a shield, or Percy keeping and actually using his impenetrable nymean lion hide after it did fuck all in TTC.

I feel like the pen-sword and invisibility hat in TLT set up the idea of creative and unconventional weapons in the series but that thread was dropped as the books went on and the creative weapons that did show up were kind of lacklustre (see: Jason's coin-toss spear/sword that showed up like three times in TLH before getting broken and replaced with a regular ass sword) so it would have been nice to see a bit more out-of-the-box thinking when it comes to materials that were used as weapons. There was a hint of it coming back with Annabeth's drakon bone sword that she got in Tartarus and barely used after that.

#pjo #percy jackson #hoo #pjo hoo toa #I didn't want to mention other ideas for the transformative aspect of weapons that were introduced #because I know aroaceleovaldez has already made some cool posts about that #also #because it's kind of my brand at this point #GiveEthanNakamuraAWhip2023 #Q

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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I know this is kinda long and it’s okay if this looks annoying but if you can an au where neteyam doesn’t die and when the ship is sinking him and tuk are trapped in the ship instead and find y/n who has been expiramented from the moment she was born, she has never once been outside or has been told anything about what’s outside, the last thing she sees before she runs out of air is neteyam, the next day she wakes up in complete confusion not recognizing anything and doesn’t speak Navi, when Jake realizes and tries to speak to her she points outside towards the sky and ask what it is because she’s never learned about anything outside the rooms she would stay in, and him and his family are confused on how she can’t recognize anything, she then later latches on to neteyam because she knows that he saved her, and she just asked questions on things that people would normally know about like what a family or parents are

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐛𝐨𝐲.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: experiment, sinking ship, passing out, reader is 15-16, imprinting, mentions of small spaces, fear of drowning, near death experience.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone, my back is killing me and I'm too lazy to get my computer.

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You had been an experiment kept in isolation, they feared that something may happen to you if you ever go out, so they kept it within the base. All your life you were kept in a room, a pink room. You did learn to speak, count, walk and everything a child should learn growing up. At the same time you hated it, being cooped up in a place not being able to see the outside was the worst.

You referred to the scientist who put in your care as 'Dr.' or 'Ma'am' and 'Sir', that's what they have taught you to call them. You also felt different from everyone. You looked human, but at the same time you weren't a human. You had striped skin, wide eyes, a feline nose, a queue, big ears that move at any house, a tail, and was a bit later than everyone, you reached up to 7'7 feet. The only clothes you ever wore was a hospital gown.

This time was the first time you ever left Bridgehead, you went on a ship along with some humans, scientists, and a group known as Deja Blue, they were part of a program called 'Project Phoenix' or something. You came across a boy who was a human, he looked around your age, but then you were placed in another room, again. This time the walls were white. You really hated being alone in a room.

Everything was bad, the ship began to sink. You were still in your room, trying to find a way to get out of it, you began to panic not being able to open the door. Then you saw two people outside, you didn't know who they were but you banged on the door to get their attention. It was what seemed to be a boy and a young girl, they seemed to have hesitated at first but they managed to get the door to open.

"Thank you!" You screamed, but before he could reply, he got a hold of yours and the girls hands, getting you both to climb up, the water continued to rise up. There was a door that was half open, the boy attempted to pull it open, but the door closed due to the water. The girl screamed something, as the boy continued trying to open the door, but there was no use.

You were all silent In the dark water and small space you were in. Your freckles along with theirs were glowing. The boy held the small girl close to him, mumbling to her, trying to keep her calm. You were all scared for sure, was this how you were going to die? In a small isolated space? You began to tear up, not knowing what to do. The emotion was so tense, that you began to feel dizzy, the boy seemed to ask you something but you didn't understand. The last thing you saw was him looking at you with worry, then everything went to black.

You had been unconscious for a while, you had been placed in Sully's home once they returned back to the village. Neteyam had taken you with them when Kiri had come to rescue him and Tuk. He explained to the adults that he and Tuk found you in the ship locked in a room, and they helped you out of it. They thought it would be best to take you with them then leave you to die.

Ronal had come to help you wake you up the next day, she didn't seem found seeing someone like you in the village, it was enough that the Sully's were here and the war that happened yesterday, she was stressing at this point. She performed the same ritual she performed on Kiri, after a couple minutes, you opened your eyes.

Jake was the first to approach you after seeing you ever awaken. "Are you okay?" He asked, but you only stared at him in confusion. You then turned to look outside, seen the now blue sky along with the sounds and smell of the sea. "Hey kid, how are you feeling?" This time he spoke in English, you say up from the mat, then looked at Jake. "What's that?" You asked, pointing at the sky. Jake looked confused but answered "a sky?" He said, then your amazed expression, but he decided to ask more.

"You've never seen the sky?" He asked while you shook your head. "No, I've only seen the pink walls in the small space" you explained, now this was making sense. Once Ronal had made sure that you were okay, she left to go attend others who were injured in the battle."You've never seen outside? Ever?" Jake asked, you again shook your head. "No, just the pink walls, sometimes the walls would be white" you said shyly now, feeling embarrassed by what you were explaning to the male.

Jake gave a look to Neytiri who had been listening to everything that you have been explaining to them. She had a look of horror, hearing this made her sick to her stomach. Then Neteyam walked in to see if everything was alright, while the others were outside the Marui. As soon as you saw Neteyam, you got up from the mat and quickly went over, hugging him around the waist tightly. He didn't know what to do at first, but decided to awkwardly hug you back, after feeling you shiver a bit.

After that small altercation, Jake explained to him, Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk, and Spider about your situation. It was decided by Jake that he'll be responsible for you. You stayed with the family, they were fluent in English so they spoke to you in English. The whole time you were basically hugging Neteyam's arm, scared that he may leave you. He didn't really seem to mind since his father was explaining about your situation. It seems as if you must have now got attached to Neteyam since he did help you get out of the room you were trapped in.

Outside the Marui, you were still latched onto Neteyam. He explained to Ao'nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo about you, they weren't fluent in English, but they learned a few words and sentences to talk to you. When it came to Jake and Neytiri, you'd refer to them as Sir and Ma'am, same with the others. They thought it was weird and would often tell you to refer to them by their names instead. Neteyam was the only one who you'd call by his name. Not only that but you often would ask questions about basic things that someone your age should know.

Since you basically imprinted on Neteyam, he thought it would be best to teach you Na'vi and the way to live in the reef. You picked up on speaking Na'vi pretty fast, but you preferred to speak in English. That was you and Neteyam were walking down the beach holding hands, you didn't let off his hand at all.

"The adults, who are they to you?" You asked Neteyam, who looked at you. "They're my mom and dad" he said seeing your confused expression. "What's a mom and dad?" You asked again, taking Neteyam by surprise and stopped to face you. "You don't know what a mom and dad are?" He asked again. You shook your head. "I've only known what Doctor is along with Sir and Ma'am, not a mom and dad." You explained. Neteyam felt his heart clench by this.

He looked into your eyes, seeing them filled with curiosity. "A mom and a dad, are people who take care of you and love you. They'd do anything to keep you from harm's way. Just like how my parents did when we were in trouble." He explained and you listened. "I understand now, the doctors are very different" you said, turning away from his gaze. "What do you mean?" Neteyam asked a bit worried. "They kept me locked away for so long, the pink walls in my room have become suffocating. The only time I ever left was when I went on the ship and now." You said shyly, you never really spoke about this.

Neteyam then pulled you into a hug, you hugged him back right away. "I promise you that you will never feel trapped again. I promise" he said while stroking your hair. You felt safe in the hug, it didn't feel suffocating at all. It felt nice.

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