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squuote · 9 months

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casting sleepy spell on stanley so we are both sleepy people on the job

#the stanley parable #stanley #tsp #scribbles #crows art #I don’t think he can actually get sleepy #but it’s a good warmup to just draw characters as whatever I’m feeling most #and right now I’m tired as FUCK >.>#drawing helps tho a bit. gets my brain flowing better

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honehonn3honey · 5 months

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starrylevi · 5 months

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Better Days ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

You don’t know if it’s the comedown from the meds, your period, or one of your disorders making you feel this extreme sadness but you need this feeling to go away. It’s more annoying than anything. You’re not one to compare anyone’s pain but Levi’s been through an entire war in which he lost his eye, a couple of fingers, and his ability to walk. The war in your head is nothing compared to that. So what you do is you grit your teeth and just try to ride this almost debilitating wave of misery until it’s over.

Of course you’re silly to think that Levi wouldn’t be able to tell something’s wrong. He’s lost some things but he definitely hasn’t lost his perceptiveness.

“Oi…” His tone is soft as he places a hand on your thigh, taking you out of your thoughts. You realize he’s right in front of you and he’s wearing a small frown. When did he get here?

You blink rapidly, your surroundings slowly coming into focus. “Hey.” You reply, your tone also soft but there’s an underlying tiredness in your voice and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

“You okay?” He asks you, giving you the chance to open up and be honest, his eyes looking at you with concern.

You blink a few more times, still in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, I’m just-“

“Don’t do that.” He cuts you off gently. You know what those words mean. You know better than to lie to me. And you do know better. But you also don’t want to burden him.

You give him a tired smile and continue. “Really, Levi-“

“C’mere.” He cuts you off again with a pat to his thigh, beckoning you to sit on him.

“Your legs, Levi.” You remind him, worried your weight on him will put too much pressure on the lower half of his body.

“I don’t care.” He sighs before he grabs you by the waist, surprising you with his upper body strength despite you knowing that he continues to keep himself in shape, especially when it comes to his arms and core. He places you onto his lap and positions you so that you’re sitting bridal style on him in his wheelchair.

“Levi…” You whine, although you let out a slight chuckle as your arms find their home around his neck.

“Mm?” He looks down at you, his eyebrows raised as his arms encircle you.

You roll your eyes playfully as he feigns stupidity.

He gives you a small smirk before his expression softens, concern still present in his eyes. “Seriously, what is it?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.

You sigh yourself before your shoulders raise in a defeated shrug as you look back up at him. “I don’t know…I’m just sad.” You give him a glum smile.

And there’s the truth. It hurts him to know you’re feeling this way and there’s no way for him to realistically help. He wishes he can reach inside you and pull all of the negative feelings out. He would swallow them himself if he could. He can deal with sadness but it’s a struggle to watch you deal with it. So for now he tries to help as best as he can through his touch, holding you tight against his chest as he places kisses on your skin. He might not know what to say but he knows how to touch you to remind you of the promise he made to you before the war, of living through better days. You are his better days. They don’t exist without you. But more importantly, you deserve better days. You deserve the laughter, the hugs, and the happy tears. Better days are coming, but they’re also here. And Levi’s willing to go through hell and back to make sure you stay for them.

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queer-reader-07 · 7 months

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the fact that crowley stopped jim from jumping out the window the moment it was clear that jim was not just gabriel fucking with everyone is so personal to me. because:

“okay, i know you’re testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. you shouldn’t test them to destruction.”

crowley was never going to let him jump out that window, he just needed to push him far enough to be sure it wasn’t gabriel.

#there’s something there about what this represents thematically but i’m too tired to figure it out right now #so feel free to pick it apart in the notes #anyways i love crowley sm #when i heard him say that line the first time it resonated deeply with me #it finally hit me why so many biblical stories rubbed me the wrong way growing up #why the way the school system works irks me to no end #no one deserves to be tested to destruction and i will happily die on that hill #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #jimbriel #archangel gabriel #archangel fucking gabriel

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o-wyrmlight · 2 months

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Hey.

Kim teaching Harry how to skateboard and Harry teaching Kim how to roller skate.

Harry thinks he fucking sucks at first because Kim gets the hang of roller skating pretty quickly. As it turns out, skateboarding is a lot harder than roller skating.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. Um. Kim still prefers skateboarding because of the technical aspect and risk factor but he’s surprised he enjoys how chill roller skating is.

Harry enjoys skateboarding because a) time with Kim as a teacher and b) oh wow a challenge? Your physical instrument loves challenges. You will conquer this with the force of your—what do you mean this is more the centipede’s thing? Holy shit no wonder Kim’s so cool

#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #anyway I got a cheap Walmart skateboard yesterday and I’m a little bit taken in right now #practiced just getting on the board and pushing forward for like 30 minutes and ended up sweating #confused at first before I remembered…#you know how you get super fucking tired after a long day of travel in the car or on the train and stuff #it’s because your body is always making micro adjustments to keep you in place #and skateboarding? it’s all about body control baby #skateboarding is hard man #be cool to have a custom made Dolores dei skateboard though imo

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finntheehumaneater · 7 months

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An Ego Thing (Final Part?)

part one, part two, part three

Hallo everybody! It is around 01:45 where I am, and I am so fucking tired. BUT I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. MAYBE. I HAVEN’T DECIDED. Anyways, enjoy, and let me know your thoughts because I have never done something like this before and I don’t know if I ended it well.

I posted this on an update thing a few days ago, but I thought it was funny, so I’m going to post it again:

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I also did not go over his like…at all. Because if I do it in the morning and not post it now, I won’t end up posting it for like another week, getting caught up on all the little details. So I’m sorry if literally none of this makes any sense. Sorry.

(This part is best enjoyed listening to Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan, for no other reason than that’s the song that I remember listening ti while writing this. And you legally have to listen to it while reading this. And then maybe listen to his most recent album…who knows. I’m just emotionally attached to this man)

(Call Your Mom is also a good song to listen to while reading, but specifically the one with Lizzy McAlpine in it that came out a few days ago)

enjoy :)

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What in the actual fuck was he doing? Sitting in his van outside of Steve’s house. He must’ve been insane. He was insane.

He turned off the van and got out of the car, shoes hitting on the icy sidewalk in a way that almost made him slip, and—god fucking damnit—he could hear the music from outside. How loud was it in the house, then? Louder than he wanted it to be.

With a shuddering breath, he carefully walked up the driveway to Steve’s house, staying more on the lightly snowed-over grass than his icy driveway (apparently the salt didn’t make it there, either). His hands were shaking, more than he wanted to admit, as he opened the door, and—

Fuck.

That music was loud.

It smelled like alcohol and nicotine, which was weird, because Eddie knew that the smell of cigarette smoke bothered Steve, now (and Steve had made Eddie stop smoking around him, which was a big ask). He pushed past many groups of drunk girls that all smiled a bit too widely at him, so he just smiled back politely and then kept walking.

Steve wasn’t anywhere. Some of the girls were shooting him weird looks as he gently (or at least tried to be) pushed past, walking around empty beer cans and a few abandoned t-shirts, their owners nowhere to be seen.

Eddie wasn’t going to panic. Sure, he was in a loud place full of people and they kept bumping into him, but he wasn’t going to panic. It wasn’t like he wanted to curl up in the corner of the room and put his hands over his ears—because he liked music. Except when it wasn’t his music. And when he didn’t choose to put it on.

There were a few people standing off to the side, who were having a quiet, and hushed conversation, looking over at him occasionally. He ducked his head low and walked away from them, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, just in case anyone noticed that he hadn’t exactly been invited.

He had done so much illegal shit, and this was the thing that was making him feel guilty?

No—not guilty, anxious. He was feeling anxious—mostly about having to talk to Steve about why he had kissed him. He was still—and very stubbornly—both with and against the idea of telling him.

As hard as he tried, it was getting too much. He kept tripping over empty bottles and cups, bumping into girls who looked drunk out of their minds, so he took the stairs, only to find more people hovering around the next floor of the house. He squeezed through them and knocked on the bathroom door, needing a quiet place to sit before he kept trying to look for Steve.

He secretly hoped that he wouldn’t find him. He didn’t want to lose another friend just because he had made a fucking mistake.

“Fuck off,” a voice from the other side of the door bit back in response to his knock, the voice sounding raspy and wet—damp and stiff, like the person had been crying.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand—which was still shaking—from the handle. “Shit, no need to—“

Hold on.

Fucking—Hold on.

He knew that voice.

“Steve…?” He whispered hesitantly, leaning a bit closer to the wood of the door to try and hear the person's response over the sound of the music. There was a very long pause, and then some scuffling noises. And then a quiet, softening voice, which immediately hardened over again.

“Eds…? Fuck…”

“Stevi—Steve…can I come in?” This is not what he had wanted to happen. He had wanted to find Steve and bring him away from all of the noise, talk to him in the quietness of his van, or the small clearing in the woods behind Steve’s house that was only a minutes walk—not long enough to avoid a small, build up conversation to what he actually wanted to say.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Whatever.”

There was a click and then the door opened slightly, which Eddie took as an invitation to slip inside, only to find Steve grabbing his arm and quickly tugging him inside, shoving him away towards the now-closed door. Eddie felt all too cornered, like this. Much more than he had felt with Robin, but in a worse way, since he knew that Steve wasn’t going to actually hurt him in the ways that Robin was thinking about before Eddie had explained everything to her.

He held up his hands in surrender, his eyes widening. “…Hi.”

“Hi.” Steve whispered, glaring at him and sitting down with his back pressed against the side-wall of the bathtub.

“This is an odd place to hang out, don’t you think?” Eddie mused quietly, sliding down the door, the tile floor cold beneath him. The bathroom was small enough that his and Steve’s knees nearly touched. “Robin mentioned you having done this before.”

“This—this isn’t like with me and Robin. This is different.” Steve said, looking away, his eyes a bit glassy. Come to think of it—Eddie had never really seen Steve cry, before. Maybe it was because Steve didn’t cry much, or because Eddie didn’t know what to do and would panic—just getting up and getting Robin before something actually happened.

And, now that he was thinking…he didn’t know what happened at Starcourt mall before it burned down. He couldn’t even really remember what Robin had said to him about it—something about a meaningful conversation and drugs, too close in a bathroom stall at the movie theater…something about that stupid work uniform that Eddie wished Steve still owned, because he would have loved to have been able to see him in it up close. Not that he had the courage to go up to Steve and talk to him when the mall was still standing.

He had always just passed by—albeit one too many times, and mostly on purpose— just to see if Steve was still there. But there was no way in hell that anything between him and Steve would’ve happened if he had gone up and said hi, maybe ordered some ice cream, just to get to stay a bit longer without it getting too awkward.

He wished he had said hi.

“I never said it was.” Eddie muttered, sighing and leaning his head back against the door. “Look, Steve—“

“Don’t just—just don’t, okay? I-I’m not mad at you or anything anymore, okay? It’s…it’s fine.” Steve whispered, his head dropping down two arms the floor slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, his arms having a death grip on the top of his knees, fingertips red from the force of holding on, almost like he would shatter and crack, would slip through the vent grate and be lost forever if he didn’t hold himself together then and there.

Eddie wanted to reach out and touch Steve’s hands, to move them off of his knees and hold them in his own, telling him to relax and to tell him why he had kissed him. Why he…liked him. A word that still didn’t sit right on his tongue. But he didn’t.

But he didn’t.

“Steve—“

“No, Eddie, just—it’s fine. I-I don’t even know why you came here—“

“Steve! Please, for the love of fuck, just listen!” He snapped softly, huffing and rubbing his face over with his hands, brushing curls out of his face. “Please.”

And oh fuck, it hurt Eddie to see Steve shrink into himself slightly, immediately quiet like he was to being told to shut up—like this was normal and he already knew not to argue. But he did argue. He would tell the kids to “fuck off”, and he would glare and whine at Robin until she gave up and let him get his point across—or he would just straight up ignore her and keep talking.

Then why did he flinch when it was Eddie? When the tone he had used wasn’t even the least bit angry, just exasperated and tired—a quiet, exhausted whisper of a yell. Maybe he hadn’t said it in the tone that he thought.

“Oh…Steve…” Eddie whispered, his eyebrows pressed together in concern as he sat up a bit straighter, hands itching to just reach over and touch him. But again, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“It’s fine.” Steve whispered, repeating that again and again thought the conversation, like he wanted—no—like he needed Eddie to believe it. And Eddie didn’t fucking believe it for a second.

“Stop.” Maybe he shouldn’t have used that tone, again—because Steve flinched again, his breath hitching. It really wouldn’t do good to yell at Steve while he looked so close to tears, and seemed to have been crying even before Eddie had stumbled upon him up there.

“Stevie…”

“Please, Eds, I—please…I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore…i’m fine…” Steve’s voice shook and his fingers gripped his knees even harder. Eddie did that, too—pinched and rugged at his skin when he got upset, when he was trying not to cry, or to let his guard down too much. At least, that’s what he assumed Steve was doing. Eddie didn’t really do as much. He was trying to get better at it.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Eddie muttered, tapping his foot gently against the side of Steve’s thigh, finally moving it from where he had previously been pressing it so hard against the floor to the point that it stung.

So maybe he did still do it. Getting better was hard, and a conscious effort that he didn’t have the energy to worry about.

Steve loosened his hands, dropping them into his lap, his face coloring a deep shade of red as he looked away, seeming to bite back a sob as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He was drunk.

It took Eddie long enough to realize—but he was drunk.

And he had been a bit drunk when they had been watching the movie, too. He had been drunk when Eddie had kissed him.

“Steve—“ Eddie said softly, schooching forwards slightly and resting his hand on top of the one of Steve’s that was still (lightly, now) pressed against his knee, squeezing gently and sighing. “I didn’t kiss you to be a dick, okay? Or because I thought it was some joke when you told me that you liked guys. I promise.”

Steve still looked like he wanted nothing to do with the conversation—tears finally starting to drip down his cheeks and onto Eddie’s hand—Eddie panicked, wondering if he had stepped too far with the physical contact. He was about to move his hand away from Steve’s knee, when Steve’s hand flipped around underneath Eddie’s to grip at it tightly, his other hand quickly reaching over to tug Eddie’s hand to his chest as he took in a deep, shaky breath, whispering, “I kind of wish you had kissed me like that. To—to be a dick.”

Eddie’s smile—which hadn’t really been a smile in the first place—faltered ever more as he heard that, his heart all pinched up in places as the softness and truth in Steve’s voice stabbed needles through him, leaking out any hope that this night would go well. “What…?”

“I—I wish that you had done it to be a dick.” Steve repeated, leaning in a bit closer to Eddie, if only slightly.

“N-no, no. I—I heard you, Stevie. I heard you the first time.” Eddie muttered, shifting slightly from where the cold-tile was pressing against the bottom of his thighs in a way that was now making him feel uncomfortable. “Just…what do you mean by that?”

“I—“ Steve’s voice faltered. “Because I like you. I really, really like you, a-and I knew that you kissed me because…because you liked me, too. B-but—I can’t…Eddie…” He took in another shaky breath, but it snagged weird on the edges, getting caught on all of the things that he didn’t say—all of the things that Eddie didn’t understand. The tears were coming faster now, and without thinking, Eddie reached up and cupped Steve’s cheek, wiping them away with his thumb.

He didn’t expect Steve to lean into his touch—mostly because he hadn’t expected to touch him like this at all—or even to turn his head ever so slightly and kiss the inside of Eddie’s palm, his fingers gently reaching up to curl around Eddie’s own, which were starting to shake again.

“You…you want this to go somewhere, Eds…but…a-and I do, too. But it can’t.”

That hurt Eddie even more—for Steve to give him everything he had ever wanted, to give him hope and show him how things could be, only then to rip it away out of his hands not a moment later. His voice was cracked and dry when he whispered back a soft and unsure—and slightly (no, very) disappointed, “Why…?”

“Eds…”

“If—if your worried about what other people will think, then—“

Steve shook his head, his thumb slowly rubbing across Eddie’s knuckles, in a way that Eddie would have normally loved to feel, but now just felt painful and all too real. Eddie resisted the urge to pull his hand away from Steve’s. “I-it can’t because I’m…I’m not ready for something like this.”

“Steve—“

“Let me finish, please.” Steve whispered, and his voice sounded so uncharacteristically soft compared to how he would’ve normally asked. “I mean—fuck, Eds…someone mentions the—the mall, and…and I just shut down. A-and I have a panic attack every time the lights flicker, I—“

“I know.” Eddie rushes out. “I-I know, Stevie, I know, okay? And…I just…fuck…” He trailed off when Steve’s face scrunched up even more, looking like he wanted to sob. “Fuck, Stevie….don’t…don’t cry…please..”

Steve let go of Eddie’s hands, pressing them hard against his mouth to muffle the sob that slipped out, his eyes squeezed shut as his body shook. He was drunk. Eddie reminded himself that. He was drunk. This was normal for Steve being drunk. He got sad easily when he was drunk, especially if he was with someone that he really trusted—yet this time, it felt…weird. It felt different.

Eddie sighed and then gently moved Steve a bit closer to him, ducking his head down to meet Steve’s gaze, which immediately flicked away, looking anywhere but Eddie’s eyes. “Hey…”

“Hey..” Steve choked out, the sound still softened by his hands, his eyes blinking open. Blinking past the tears that were quickly piling up.

Eddie reached up and lightly tugged Steve’s hands away, moving them down into his lap, his hands curling around Steve’s cheek. He sucked in a deep breath and then kissed Steve’s forehead, muttering against his skin, “Why’re you crying?”

He was going to be as nice as he could. Because Steve was drunk.

(But that wasn’t the only reason and he knew it. He wanted a quiet moment like this before they went back to being ‘just friends’—)

“Because…y-you’re…you’re upset now, and—“

“Hey, hey…” Eddie whispered, leaning away from Steve slightly to look him in the eyes, gently tilting Steve’s head up to face him. “I’m not upset that you don’t want to date me, pretty boy. Promise. I’m not upset with you.”

Steve’s face scrunched up at the nickname—and Eddie knew how much he hated it (he didn’t really, but Steve would never admit that)—and the tears slowed. “Promise?”

“Mhm. I promise.” Eddie sighed and let got of Steve’s face, brushing some hair out of his face, it’s usual curl in the front droopy and messed up, which was so fucking adorable.

Steve sighed. “I…want to try, though. Even—even though I know it won’t…won’t go anywhere, but…still…” He was still looking at Eddie, Steve’s eyes scanning his face as if he was searching for some sign that Eddie really was upset with him.

He couldn’t be more happy, actually.

“Really?” He whispered, his hand back on Steve’s knee, tapping the scratchy fabric of his jeans along to the song in the background that Eddie hadn’t even realized until then. Until it got deathly quiet when Steve had stopped crying, and when the rumbling noise of the heater had finally turned off. He had forgotten that they were even at a party in the first place.

Steve nodded, his fingertips brushing over Eddie’s rings, red marks around where the fake-silver met his skin from where Steve had pushed them against his hand with his death grip from earlier—although Eddie hadn’t really felt it. “Really..”

“Fuck—that’s—that’s great.” Eddie breathed, laughing quietly.

Steve didn’t laugh with him, but he exhaled sharply, a small smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. “I just don’t want to fuck this up…I’ve never been with a guy before.”

“We’ll go slow, alright?” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a fucking stupid smile, but he didn’t care, because he was feeling…fucking.. ecstatic, right then.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. We’ll go slow. I—I trust you.”

“That’s good.” Eddie teased, pausing and then tiling his head slightly. He could feel the best crawling back into his cheeks as he asked, “Can I…kiss you?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie had never expected that his first actual kiss with Steve Harrington would eh on the floor of the small, mostly unused bath of the Harrington house—which, by the way, smelled slightly of mold and old lavender soap.

But he fucking loved it.

They were okay.

They were going to be okay.

Holy fuck, he couldn’t wait to tell Robin.

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(I doodle when I’m stressed, so have this tiny me contemplating my life’s choices)

AGAIN LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS I DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE HOW I POSSIBLY WRAPPED THIS UP, AND WOULD LOVE ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK FOR IF I WRITE FAN FICTION AGAIN.

it’s also on Ao3, now!

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ALSO TYSM FOR @strangersteddierthings FOR POSTING THE PROMPT THAT MADE ME WRITE THIS. THIS WAS LITERALLY ALL FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

#An Ego Thing By Finn #i am so fucking tired right now #But I’m listening to Maine by Noah Kahan #So we’re slaying currently #Holy fucking shit I need to go to bed #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Robin Buckley

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seventh-district · 4 months

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OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.

and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!

and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability

#PSA: don’t fucking tell me to Seek Therapy or Try Medication. i am Aware. i have Tried. it isn’t that fucking simple #and this is my blog. i’ll complain about my illnesses all i want to. if you don’t like it i strongly encourage you to unfollow me #ocd #actually ocd #cw ocd #cw mental illness #mental health stuff #Seven.txt #Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is actually SO goddamn insidious. and only ppl that have lived with it will understand that #it’s a terrible terrible thing. to have something ruin your entire life under the guise of keeping you safe #it’s like being abused by your own mind and i don’t say that lightly #okay. stopped crying long enough to get this post out of my brain and onto my blog #gonna put Walking Disaster on loop and return to my Mental Illness Floor Time now #if no one hears from me for a little while it’s not personal i just. need to not be a Person right now. i’m so tired

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birdiebats · 1 year

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When cis ppl get upset or pissy when you headcanon a character as trans that’s kind of suspicious 🤨🤨🤨

#like most of the time with headcanons it adds complexity to the character #makes them more interesting???#also why do you have such a problem with your fav being interpreted as trans???#smells a lil transphobic to me #trans Gwen Stacy #trans Peter Parker #trans Finn mertens #trans #trans Ron Weasley #also fuck jkr #trans Spencer reid #I can’t think of my other headcanons right now #I’m too tired for this

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soullessjack · 5 months

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boycott fatigue is actually the stupidest fucking thing ever because how in the ever loving fuck are you experiencing “fatigue” from not going to Starbucks. how is not watching rushed cgi on disney+ and not eating a breaded slime nugget at McDonald’s “fatiguing” you. genuinely how fucking dare this even exist as a concept. entire bloodlines, children, newborns are dying slow and bloody and all of these companies are giving Israel the money to do that. they’re using YOUR fucking money to do this. and look, practically every war has been funded out of our pockets by a means we can’t fight around. almost all of the food and drink we have in the states is owned by some large corporation that makes it fucking impossible to not give them money because they are the sole providers. I understand there are some things we can’t boycott because of our own needs. but this isn’t basic needs that we are being asked to boycott. it’s fucking Disney+ and McDonald’s and Starbucks and a whole slew of luxuries that you’re not only capable of living without, but would actually be better off entirely without.

there’s been a lot of talk about how privileged we are to only be witnessing this human rights atrocity through phones or news and being able to get away from it with a button click and that’s entirely real, but the fact that somebody out here just felt soooo inconvenienced by not going to a drive thru for overpriced garbage that they literally coined the phrase “boycott fatigue,” is probably the biggest load of privileged dog shit I’ve seen in the past few days. do you want to know who’s actually experiencing fatigue right now? the millions of displaced families in Gaza without homes anymore. without any clean water to drink because it’s either been poisoned by the Israelis or contaminated with their peoples’ blood. the children without enough food to get by, or without any food at all. the injured and sick and disabled Palestinians who don’t have access to any medical aid for themselves because their hospitals and fuel trucks are being bombed. these people who have absolutely nothing but each other, and not even that in the worst circumstances, who can only keep walking for days on end, hungry and thirsty and in pain and unable to do anything about it. that is real fucking fatigue.

I understand we’re all seeing war crimes and death and atrocities that nobody should ever have to see and yes it’s difficult to process, but the people of Palestine are experiencing these atrocities in real time, every day, every hour. every ten fucking minutes a child dies. They aren’t even asking for help anymore. They’re only asking to be witnessed and remembered and for us to stop going to places that actively fund their deaths and you’re saying you just can’t because you’re exhausted by not going to that place? I know we’re all born and raised in a consumerist hellscape but you seriously need to get a fucking reality check if offering the bare minimum support to a dying people is ‘fatiguing’ to you. Jesus fucking Christ.

#cal.txt #Gaza #Palestine #free Palestine #free Gaza #bds boycott #boycott fatigue #sorry this is out of nowhere I’m just so fucking fed up with everything right now #look at what is being done to them and realize that you’re lining Israeli pockets to make that happen every time you get ur fucking starbies #look at the bloodied children and infants without legs and bodies in plastic bags #then look at yourself and ask yourself if your fucking pink drink is worth what’s being done to them #you do not get to be fatigued.#and I’m saying this as someone who is actively experiencing autistic burnout. you do not get to be fatigued.#I am so sick and fucking tired of this country and the cattle that call themselves people while offering zero humanity to others.

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loveourfuture-c · 11 months

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No one talk to me I’m going to be processing that for the rest of my life.

#are there things I would change? yes of course but overall I’m happy #also I’m tired and can’t articulate my thoughts right now #but I love them and they fed should have talked some shit out #like that whole beginning nonsense when Ben dated Margot for no fucking reason #anyways should probably try to sleep for a couple hours #never have i ever #benvi #nhie spoilers #never have i ever spoilers

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yikes077 · 3 months

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All I want is to consume more Smosh Reddit stories but I must wait patiently for the upload

#I don’t want to wait until noon and or 1pm #I lowkey don’t remember the upload schedule bc of a timezone change #but I am foaming at the mouth in wait #I do not want to be awake right now and the only thing keeping me going is smosh reddit stories #Shane in his little chair reading things I could look up myself #shayne topp #Jesus I just realized how he spells his name #i’m so fucking tired #reddit #reddit stories #smosh #smosh reddit stories #Smosh reddit #smosh reunion

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unknownarmageddon · 8 months

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Trying to figure out highschool era designs for the band boys or something idk

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And one for comparison to the present sure why not

#Death’s doorstep #I am. Unsure what else to tag this #I worked on this way too long I kinda hate it now LMAO #Not satisfied with Cross’s high school design it doesn’t feel right to me but I redid it like four times so this is how it is for now #Anyway I’m not sure what the point of this post is hopefully you. Care??#idk man I’m tired #This is mostly just me fucking around and trying to figure stuff out #Happiest with killer’s and horror’s

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marypapen · 5 months

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24 days of Soukoku headcanons - 15. December

Chuuya takes really good care of his hair, he refuses to go to bed with grime or blood in his hair. One time Dazai let him go to bed with blood in his hair after corruption and Chuuya refused to speak to him for a whole day. So now Dazai always washes Chuuyas hair even when he is on the brink of sleep himself

#sorry for the short headcanon i’m so fucking tired #I’m cosplaying Chuuya right now so I totally forgot to do this #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #double black

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cyarskj52 · 3 months

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#nicki is a weird tired evil ass bitch #like omg i could really go on a rant fuck her fuck the barbs #them miserble bitches have no life harassing ppl over nicki minaj youre a goner hoe!#and my girl meg sitting pretty ik thats right miss stallion she that girl <3 #nicki has been online for over 48 hours straight meanwhile megan has been out minding her own business #it’s crazy how badly nicki has WILLINGLY tarnished her own legacy #this is the same woman who wrote the verse in monster????#🫢#didn’t Nicki help silence the woman who was SA by her now husband?#megan thee stallion #Tina Snow #it girl #worrying about the wrong foot Nicki #pack it up #prev tags #I mean…#Nicki it’s not funny anymore that man should be still serving time #I’m so happy Megan didn’t fold and I hope she gets all the happiness in the world #that girl went through enough #A HOMELESS MAN SHE PICKED UP AT A TURKEY RAFFLE #PLEASE!!!!#now Nicki hyping up a new release called ‘Bigfoot’ and claiming it’s not a diss track #the barbs are out in force I’m tired #the Megan’s law line was a slay tho honestly who can deny

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itkrnowsyou · 10 months

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fuck that submarine i thereby implore you to read this report and any further reports on this tragedy i know it’s fun to explore the mental gymnastics behind the idiocy of the rich and the phenomenon of a white man’s hubris but the lack of response and acknowledgment bothers me so much

https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2023/06/18/asia/pakistan-deaths-migrant-boat-disaster-greece-intl-hnk/index.html

#oceangate #refugee rights #titanic #the titan #I don’t have time to do a summary right now but my god #aren’t we tired #fuck fortress europe too actually #i’m sure there are better reports but this one is not doing the coastguard apologia so it’ll suffice for now #any specific support org links appreciated!#look for the sea-watch international #hrw has good reporting on migrant pushbacks and the lack of response also

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shima-draws · 5 months

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Currently feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, hope you all are faring better than me lol

#Bro I was so. SO fucking sick last night #It was legitimately awful. Like there was a point where I thought ‘dying would be better than this’#I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this sick #Emetophobia tw ahead—#But yeah I was throwing up like all night #And it was freezing inside the house so I was having like. MAJOR chills #I probably also had a fever at the time too fjdnndn #My body is so sore and achy it really does feel like I’ve been hit by a car #Just the combo of being in pain + being nauseous + having severe chills #And you know that feeling right before you throw up where you get the shivers so bad. IT WAS THE WORST. THE WORST!!!!!#I actually had to lie on my back for most of the night bc that helped curb the nausea a little #But ooough. The torture ladies and gents.#I still feel like shit but not nearly as bad as last night #Nausea’s gone now (thank GOD)#Hey do not get sick 0/10 do not recommend ever.#Shima speaks #Help I’m so achy and tired and sore and I just wanna sleep. My body will not let me tho 😭

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