#finding safety in people through pride flags

[penny00dreadful]

So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. 🤷‍♀️

We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!

AO3 link for those asking! 🖤

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.

That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.

The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. She’d scoffed at him hours earlier when he’d offered to go to the ‘work thing’ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.

And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.

If she’d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the group’s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didn’t pay her any attention.

But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but that’s not what caught her eye.

Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.

The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.

A rainbow ‘A’ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.

Her people.

Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steve’s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.

The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.

“Hi guys!” She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.

The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.

“Hey girlie. We thought you weren’t coming, we’ve been waiting.”

The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. “Yeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.”

“Eddie, what-”

Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped ‘A’ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.

“Hey, no worries. You’re here now, right?”

Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy who’d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.

Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.

“I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I don’t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. “You’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“We can call someone for you, if you want?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. “Boyfriend or girlfriend-”

“Or romantic partner.” The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.

“Alright Baron from the Baronies.” Eddie snorted. “But fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?”

“Um,” Robin’s voice was still shaking. “I don’t… I’ve never been good at memorising numbers…”

“Me too, terrible at them.” Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robin’s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they weren’t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. “But we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?”

“Yeah. Yeah we could try that.” She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddie’s side. “My best friend, Steve, he uh- he’s probably asleep and I don’t think you can call him if you don’t have him added…”

“You can send him a message.” Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. “And if he doesn’t wake up, we’ll try something else.” 

“Don’t worry we’ll get you home.” ‘A’ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.

Robin sniffed again. “Thanks.” She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steve’s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.

“Here.” She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steve’s profile.

“Oh shit. This is your friend?”

Robin nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“He’s… he’s really pretty.”

That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. “Oh god, don’t tell him that, you’ll give him a big head.”

“Let me see?” Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. “He is really pretty.”

Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. “Fuck off, Gare. I saw him first.”

Robin smiled again. “Any response from him?”

“Hm?” Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steve’s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Wh- oh, sorry!” Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. “Nothing yet.” He held the phone out to show her.

“Okay.”

“What’s your address? If he doesn’t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.”

“Uh…” Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.

“Or tell us something nearby.” Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robin’s lack of an answer. “What’s on your street?”

“Um,” she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, “there’s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint store… there’s… I think it’s a tattoo parlour? There’s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think they’re from Lord of the Rings?”

“Inklings? Is that the place?”

Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. “That’s it. You know it?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I work there?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robin’s chest. She could go home, she didn’t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.

“Is it far?”

“Nah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.”

“D’you- I mean… do you think you could-” Could she really ask them to walk her home after they’d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?

“I can take you there if you want? Let you get back to your… Steve.” There was a slight blush dusting over Eddie’s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasn’t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasn’t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed she’d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, bright and easy. “It would just be me and you though,” he held his hands up in surrender, “and you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeff’s ride home and you’re still on the clock, right?” He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?” They answered. 

“I think… I think I just want to get home.”

“Okay, cool. No worries I’ll get you there safe and sound. Here,” Eddie pulled his phone out again, “I’m gonna message Steve to let him know we’re on the way in case he wakes up,” he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, “and I’ll get you to navigate just so we don’t get lost.” 

He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didn’t need or want her address if she didn’t want to give it. 

This fucking guy.

He definitely wouldn’t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.

“I don’t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t run into you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Grant smiled at her before hesitating. “Uh, I just realised we don’t have your name.”

“Oh!” She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. “I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.” Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.

“Likewise.”

“And don’t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?” Jeff said.

“Plus.” Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. “We’ll see you again at Steve and Eddie’s wedding.”

“Shut up!” Eddie scowled but didn’t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robin’s giggles.

She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “I look forward to it.” She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.

“Shall we?”

Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddie’s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddie’s phone before he finally asked.

"So."

"So."

"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is he…"

“He’s single.” She answered lightly. “But you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. He’s recently sworn off men.”

“Well we’ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Is it because of a bad ex?”

Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. “Tommy was the worst. He’s the reason we even moved out here, there’s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? They’re everywhere. I’m not going to go into what happened, it’s not my business to say but it was bad.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.

Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.

“Do you think… with time… he could open himself up to men again?”

Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.

Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.

He’d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but he’d never turned them down either. And based on Eddie’s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.

“I think he might. Will you walk me up?” Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.

“Yeah, sure.”

They’d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddie’s phone started to ping incessantly.

She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. “He’s awake.”

Robin, where are you?

Are you okay?

I’m on the way.

Please be okay.

Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.

“Robbie.”

Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?”

“Steve.” Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. “I’m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.”

“Eddie-” Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. “You’re Eddie.”

“I’m Eddie.” Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve-” Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddie’s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. “Come inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.” He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.

Steve caught Robin’s eye behind Eddie’s back and mouthed ‘oh my god he’s fucking gorgeous!’

Robin snorted and thought to herself ‘sworn off men, my ass.’

#steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #fanfic #eddie x steve #penny00dreadful #steddie fic #stranger things fic #modern au #eddie and robin #platonic stobin #robin and steve #finding safety in people through pride flags #I am SUPPOSED to be TAKING A BREAK from WRITING so I don't BURN OUT #But THIS would NOT leave me ALONE #what's the ship name for platonic eddie and robin? #is there one? #THERE IS ONE #platonic edbin #safety fic

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Seams drabble: Patch

{ Part IV: Notch | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: None

Summary: Ellie finds a Pride-themed sew on patch that leads to revelations.

Warnings: Pure fluff and love for this girl, some angst, coming out, total disregard of canon because I don't know how it goes in the game.

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This idea struck me out of the blue many months ago, and I was waiting for 'the right place' in the series, until I mentioned it to a dear friend in passing conversation and then I just started writing it. Very lightly edited. Set at unspecified time frame after Part IV.

Ellie hums to herself from her spot in a cosy corner of the Outfitters, one watchful eye on the door. It’s an uncharacteristically slow Saturday, but she’s not complaining - she has her hands full.

A big canvas sack lies empty on the floor, its contents strewn haphazardly all over the wooden floor. The mess drives you up the wall, but you know better than to question her (very questionable) methods, so you’re ensconced in the safety of your studio while she sorts through the clothes and odds and ends that the patrollers brought back from their most recent outing.

Though infrequent - most settlements around Jackson have been painstakingly pilfered for anything useful over the years - it’s her favourite duty at the shop. Lucy is looser with the rules, but sometimes, you let Ellie keep little knick knacks that won’t sell.

The teenager goes through the pile thoroughly. Shirts go in one stack, jeans in another, followed by shoes, hats and scarves. Turning to the heap of smaller loose trinkets, she separates mismatched buttons, safety pins, shoelaces and zippers (as Maria always says, every little help), when something colourful piques her attention.

Plucking the piece of fabric out of the jumble, Ellie recognises it as a decorative patch that she’s seen sewn onto bags and shirts. It’s the size of her palm, cut in the shape of a rainbow, the colours still bright. Over the arches, bold white text outlined in black spells out NYC PRIDE 2003.

Tucking it into her pocket for now, she quickly finishes the rest of the sorting. Clothes go into the bin to be collected by the laundry, shoes for the cobbler’s, and accessories into a box to be priced and shelved.

Ambling into the back of the shop where you’re busy hemming a pair of jeans, Ellie plops into one of the rolling chairs, straddling the back of it, and the wheels screech as she careens across the floor to your sewing station.

Your lips quirk as you look up briefly at her. ‘Find anything interesting?’

‘Just this,’ she replies, flashing you the patch and reading aloud, ‘NYC Pride 2003. What does that mean?’

‘There used to be a big pride parade for the LGBT community every year in New York City,’ you explain. ‘They used to close down the streets and everything for it, it was a huge event.’

Ellie blinks, your answer taking her by surprise. She clears her throat, a distant buzzing at the back of her head as she turns the patch over pensively in her hand. ‘What - do you know what it was like?’

‘I’ve never been to one, but it always looked incredible. People used to line the streets in support, and everyone dressed up. There’d be rainbow flags everywhere, floats, dancing, music, and of course, it was an important way for the community to highlight and push for LGBT rights.’

‘You mean -’ she pauses, the unfamiliar feeling of stumbling over her words making her hands sweat. ‘You mean, people would just be out in public, like, being themselves?’

‘More than that - they were celebrating themselves.’

Ellie doesn’t realise she’s fallen quiet until you speak, ‘You can keep it if you want.’

Her head snaps up, disoriented. ‘Keep what?’

‘That.’ You nod towards the patch she’s clinging onto so tightly that her knuckles have gone white.

Panic prickles the back of her neck, an embarrassed heat suddenly making her want to pull at the collar of her flannel. But then you shrug and say, almost flippantly, ‘It’s pretty.’

‘Yes,’ she blurts out in hasty agreement, letting out a breath she’s been unconsciously holding. ‘It’s very pretty.’

Ellie is relieved when you turn back to the sewing machine, leaving her to retrace her steps to the front of the shop. The patch sits on the counter, where she leaves it, as she goes about her business for the rest of her shift.

Her eyes travel to the rainbow, and she thinks of how she wasn’t like the other girls at school, who fawned over dogeared photos of singers and actors long dead. She thinks of how she’s always known she’s different, but didn’t have the vocabulary to express it.

She thinks of Riley.

Riley.

For Riley.

When half three rolls around, you spot the teenager lingering by the studio doorway out of the corner of your eye, her backpack dangling from her fingers. Any other Saturday, you’d be lucky to catch the blurry shape of her shadow when she gallops out of the shop, throwing a see ya over her shoulder.

Thrown by her silence, you prompt, ‘Yes, Ellie?’

Scruffing the tips of her well-worn sneakers on the floorboards, she bites her lip in an atypical display of hesitance. ‘Pin, could you help me sew the patch onto my backpack? Please?’

You smile, eyes soft. ‘I’d love to. C’mon.’

‘You don’t have to do it now,’ she protests, feigning nonchalance, but her twitchy hands give her away. ‘Like, whatever, it’s no big deal.’

Wanting to put her at ease, you shrug. ‘No time like the present. Where do you want it?’

Putting her bag on your work surface, she points. ‘Guess right here under the wings.’

‘Perfect. Can you unzip the bag for me?’

You have Ellie hold the rainbow exactly where she wants it while you thread the needle, and you start sewing it in by hand, stitch by tidy stitch. It barely takes a couple of minutes, but time is of the essence - you haven’t heard the girl take a single breath of air since the anchor stitch.

Snipping off the thread with a flourish and giving it a once over, you grin. ‘There, all done.’

Ellie ducks her head, quiet as she takes the bag from your hands, running a thumb over the arches of the rainbow. Without a word, she suddenly throws her arms around you, hugging you tight.

‘Thanks, Pin,’ she mumbles into your hair.

Your heart swells, and you squeeze her back even tighter. ‘Anything for you, kiddo.’

On Monday morning, Ellie hovers in the hallway outside the kitchen, observing.

Joel is at the table, oblivious with his back to the door, her breakfast of two fried eggs over and easy and toast waiting at her usual spot at the table. Taking a deep breath, she bites the bullet and walks in, backpack in her hand.

‘Mornin’,’ grunts Joel, almost done with his own eggs, sunny side up.

‘Morning,’ she parrots back as she makes herself comfortable.

She usually just dumps her bag on the floor, but today, she pulls out the chair next to her and drops it into the seat. The unusual movement catches Joel’s eye, and he takes a good long look at the backpack.

Eventually, he points vaguely in what she assumes is the direction of the rainbow patch, and says, ‘That looks new.’

‘Yup, Pin helped me sew it on.’

He purses his lips, asking around a mouthful of egg. ‘You know what Pride is?’

She swallows thickly, and it takes a beat to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. ‘Yeah, Pin told me.’

He nods, then turns his attention back to his plate with no fanfare.

Not entirely sure if he caught the nuance but her mind too in knots to care, Ellie picks up her fork and doesn’t think twice when he gets up to put his dish in the sink.

She nearly chokes on eggs when strong arms close around her shoulders in a vice-like grip, scratchy beard on her temple, Joel’s voice so thick that it makes her think if she turns around, she’ll see tears in his eyes.

‘Proud of you, baby girl.’

Later that afternoon, Joel finds you alone in the shop, restocking the women’s outerwear rack.

You toss him a smile over your shoulder. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’

‘Lucy ‘round?’ he asks.

‘When is she ever?’ you quip with no bite.

Three steps and he’s spun you around by the waist, soft lips latching onto yours in a sweet kiss with just a hint of heated aftertaste that has you swaying on your feet when he pulls back.

A breathless laugh bubbles in your throat as you palm his whiskered jawline. ‘Why, thank you for that, Mr. Miller.’

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and he brushes his nose tenderly against your cheek. ‘No, thank you, sweetheart.’

Notes: I hope I wrote Ellie's coming out as sensitively as I hoped to. As I mentioned, I have no idea how or if she comes out in the game, but despite being such a chatty teenager, I think she'd find it difficult to broach the subject with Joel in conversation. For me, this was a fun way of weaving in her part-time job at the Outfitters and Pin into her coming out story that stays true to Ellie's character. I hope you enjoyed this - comments and reblogs appreciated as always!

P.S. I am not 'back' back, so I don't know when I will next update Seams. Thank you for your patience while I try to navigate my way back to some semblence of writing regularly, whenever that may be.

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers ❤️

#fuckyeahseams #seams drabble #the last of us fanfiction #ellie william fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader

[theflintwarlock]

Alternative fashion and Witchcraft

I know it is sometimes brought up that black clothing has protective qualities, but there is a lot more to alt fashion and Witchcraft than just black clothes. What follows is a small guide to how to use alternative fashion in your Witchcraft.

(Also obligatory disclaimer i don't identify as goth but I do listen to some goth music and I like goth fashion, but I also like a lot of other alternative subcultures and music like punk, metal, emo ect.) Don't gatekeep on this post. Anyway:

Leather

Leather is great for protection and connection to spirits of the dead. Since genuine leather was once the part of an animal I find it important to emphasise the spirit of the cow when I wear it, since that is where it came from. I buy second hand to not support fast fashion. leather jackets and clothing are very common in several different alternative subcultures. I was a big metal head when I was younger and the leather jacket was basically glued to me at all times. Leather jackets are great for protection thanks to their thick hide. Leather harnesses can he a great addition to outfits to add some witchy protection in style.

I use leather gloves as a form of veiling, because I use my hands a lot in Witchcraft. Those fingerless battle gloves you see a lot in emo and metal are great if you want something you can still access your phone in.

If steampunk is more your style, brown leather works just as well as black, more linked to the earth than pure protection.

Spikes and studs

If it has spikes or studs, it can be used for defensive protection/baneful protection, essentially GTFO for those negative vibes. If the spikes are made of steel that is a bonus, as it contains iron which is protective against negative spirits. You can buy a leather awl and studs from most craft stores and get to work on it is yourself, charming the spikes or studs as you go. Clothes covered in safety pins in punk style are great as well. You can charm safety pins as you add them onto your battle jacket/leather jacket/belt/whatever it is.

Collars

Collars in alt fashion are quite common, thanks to overlap with the kink community. They are a good symbol of love and sex, especially if you put it on with your partner's help. You obviously don't have to be a sub to wear one, if you're not kinky they can generally be good protection rather than as a form of sex magic, since they cover your neck.

Rips

Ripped clothing can be great for adding intention to a piece if you rip it yourself. If not, you can add a thread or two through the rips to add intention that way. Regular colour magic applies with the thread.

Patches and badges

Patches and badges are pretty common in alternative subcultures, especially punk. If a patch is sew-on, black or red thread can add protection, green for money magic ect. You can also sew sigils onto your piece if so inclined. Badges can be a simple way to charm a piece of clothing, I have a few death-inspired badges (a zombie hand, an anatomical heart with a frankenstein quote on it, a creeper logo) which I charm with death energies for spirit work and protection from my spiritual team. Pride flag badges are great for gender affirming glamours and protection from homophobes.

Stompy boots

I fucking love stompy boots. I wear leather doc martens mostly, and when you polish them it is a great time to add in intention. Charm your boot polish or leather conditioner, charm a spray you use on vegan leather. I add a small amount of protection oil to the insoles as well, if I'm going on a journey I will mix in a little protection oil with my leather conditioner and rub it into my shoes.

I've seen some people add beads and safety pins to the laces of their boots, and again this is a great way to add in some magic.

Makeup

There are loads of different styles of makeup in alternative fashion, but my personal favourite for Witchcraft is traditional goth makeup.

I don't do ghost face when I do goth makeup, but if you do you can add sigils into the foundation as you apply it. Hell, charm your foundation.

For eyeliner- anything spikey and unblended will give a sharper edge to the magic, if you want something softer then blending is your friend. Eyeliner and mascara and eyeshadow are all good for spells involving seeing and perception. Even for scrying they can be useful.

For lipstick, black lipstick is a classic, but dark green, purple, red or ombré are often used too. Lipstick is great for glamours involving speech and spells of communication. The world is your oyster when it comes to makeup magic and alt makeup. I've seen some e-girls use a heart on their cheek, I know a few emo and punk rock bands which opt for a cross on their cheek. Really any symbol is fair game, I've used runes on my cheek as part of my look before and it is great. Sigils of course are also good for whatever spell you want.

Religious symbolism

Religious symbols are quite common in emo and metal styles. The generally 'satanic' look mall goth tends to go for often incorperates upside down crosses, satanic imagery such as demons ect, all of which are great if you're a satanist or demonolator. Pentegrams and moon symbols are generally common as well, a great addition for magical practice and protection. I've seen some goths use a rosary in their styles, which is great if you're a Catholic practitioner, or you can get (or make) custom prayer beads for your particular deities.

Hair

I could go on about all the different alternative hairstyles, but I will try to keep it breif

Liberty spikes can be styled with intention, draw a sigil on your hair gel or hair spray bottle to help with this. Similar to the spike section, Liberty spikes can be used as a form of baneful protection (get the fuck away from me vibes).

Bat's nest hair can be teased with intention as well. Charming the comb you use for this will definitely help. Also good luck to you I have no Idea how you manage it I am awful at Bat's nest styles.

Hair dye generally can be applied with intention or charmed, and you can incorporate colour magic into this working depending on the result you want.

For emo and scene hair, I've seen some people cut their fringe with a razor blade for this. I don't know a lot about it but I'm sure there are some uses for it.

For shorter hair, hair gel can be used to slick back your hair and can easily be charmed. I personally add a bit of product to mine to help protect me when I leave the house.

Notes

As you may have noticed I do a lot of protective magic and that is my main area if expertise, along with spirit work. Much of what I've mentioned here can also be adapted for spells, especially glamours as keeping something on your person or altering your appearance can be used as a glamour. I haven't mentioned a few other things here such as Tattoos as I don't have any myself and am not sure about giving advice on tattoo magic.

Alternative subcultures are lot more than just fashion, and you can embue your alternative looks with the energy of your particular subculture to lend yourself a certain amount of power and connection to others. You also don't need to go all-out for these examples to work their magic, as it were. I mainly do this sort of thing when I go clubbing or to gigs, but adding a collar or leather jacket, a band t-shirt ect to a more everyday look can work just fine. Shopping second hand can be a great way to expand your alternative clothing collection, especially when you're going to be altering or ripping something yourself. Have fun with it, and enjoy.

#the warlock speaks #witchcraft #witchblr #glamour magick #garmet magic #clothing magic #veiling #death magic #protection magic #hair magic #i could keep tagging but this is getting to be a long list you get the point

[internetgremlin-writes]

Passionate sexy times with carlos after he comes back to the hotel drenched with champagne 🥵🔥

When I say you're about to get SEVERAL versions of this... I don't even care this man deserves the world I will write him winning A THOUSAND TIMES OVER (also the gifs from today aren't in yet so bare with)

@hnmaga-blog here is one hopefully BEFORE you sleep!

Warning: SMUT

im actually so overwhelmed with all this im struggling to sit still and write so I've got the highlights on for the race I've just watched lmao

You had screamed yourself hoarse. Hands clasped so tightly your nails had made small crescents in your skin, as red as the garage you were sat in, your eyes locked on that screen. You didn't remember even breathing during that last safety car. You'd been bouncing on the balls of your heals, mumbling half of prayers to every god you could imagine, and some you were sure you'd just made up.

And then it happened.

He sailed past his teammate, took his lead back and held onto it like a dog with a bone. And you watched, screaming, shouting, sobbing as the chequered flag waved and Carlos Sainz, your Carlos, became an F1 Winner. You felt like you were erupting, your entire body splintering as you burst with joy and pride and relief and a million other emotions that you couldn't name as you turned his mother who had the same look on her face and sobbed freely onto her shoulder.

You didn't stop crying through the entire podium ceremony. Everyone saw Carlos as this new man. New confidence, power, and control over the car. The Carlos who had finally settled into Ferrari and was proving everyone wrong. You didn't. You saw the teenager you'd grown up with. You saw the Carlos who'd just gotten into his first race car, not a go-kart, who'd come away with a P5 and ran at you, cheeks flush and grin big as he assured his best friend that he was going to win a Formula 1 race one day.

The look he gave you when he finally found you in the crowd was identical. And then he was grinning at you and winking and your stomach dropped to the floor because you knew what was coming next.

It didn't help that you didn't think you'd seen anyone look sexier drenched in champagne. With his image blown up on the screens behind him, you could see every curl of his hair that was plastered to his neck, the flush on his cheeks, and the smile that really, truly reached his eyes.

You'd finally stopped crying. He had a lot of media duties now, and then team debrief and photos and lord only knows what else. You knew you had some time. You slipped back to the garage, finding yourself sidling up to Rupert with a horribly poor acting job of feigning tiredness and asking for Carlos' spare hotel room key. There was no way Rupert believed you were tired, but he handed you the key with a knowing look in his eye.

Your relationship wasn't exactly a secret, you'd been best friends since childhood; your father a British rally driver who had competed with Carlos Sainz Sr which had evolved into a longstanding family friendship. You spent your teenage years going through phases of crushes on the Spaniard. In your early twenties it started as a mortally embarrassing hook-up after a night of drinking that was perhaps a bit too soon following a messy break-up of yours. And then that hook-up turned into casual sex on the rare occasions you saw each other - nothing more than two young, hot people letting off some steam. The casual hook-ups turned into him inviting you to his races, getting dinners before, and staying for whole weekends. During a challenge video he did with Torro Rosso, he let slip that his 'girlfriend' wouldn't have been impressed with his poor attempts at cooking.

You'd called him that night and asked, with a cold dread in your stomach you tried to ignore, whether his girlfriend was currently in a hotel he'd paid for close to the track for the next race weekend. He'd said yes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and that was it. You were Carlos' girlfriend. You never really went public with the news, he just started appearing more on your social media and you on his - and the fans put the puzzle together pretty quickly.

Once in the hotel you changed into a dress you'd brought with you- just in case. It wasn't really a dress, more a virtually see-through slip with lace stained a deep, dark red.

You only had to wait an hour before you heard the familiar fumbling of the door handle and Carlos stumbled into the room, a faraway grin still on his face. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you grin fading from his face and something hungry stealing over his eyes.

He was still in his race suit and first place cap, the trophy in one hand and champagne bottle in the other. You could see the fabric of it was still soaked, shining. You could smell the alcohol on him. He placed the prizes reverently on the desk, trophy beside bottle beside cap, which he took off and gently folded before shaking his hair out. It was wet, black and shiny and sticking up in all directions.

"What is this?" He asked, slowly approaching you and gesturing at your outfit. You shrugged at him, a languid smile of red lipstick breaking out across your features.

"What? You can't handle one more prize?" His eyes visibly darkened, his grin becoming wolfish as he stole towards you.

"It depends," he stood directly in front of you, fingers toying with one of the spaghetti straps holding your outfit up, before drawing it down and over your shoulder with ease. Just his fingers grazing your skin was enough to make you shiver. "Do I have to share this podium?" His race suit hit the floor and he stepped out of it, already pulling the fireproof top over his head and allowing it to join the pile.

"This one's all yours, you earned it,"

That was all it took for Carlos to lunge at you, pinning you to the bed as he kissed you with something you'd never felt before. It was electric, charged with liquid serotonin. You didn't think you'd ever experience anything so pure and so filthy so simultaneously. He was groaning into your mouth as you pulled on the knots formed in his wet hair, your hands grappling to touch him everywhere you could.

You found yourself laughing into his mouth as his tongue slipped into yours at the same time you realised his skin was damp, everywhere. He pulled back, watching you, amused.

"What?" You'd not heard him sound so light. So happy and carefree and joyful in so long. It was like a breath of fresh air that made you fall in love with him all over again.

"You're soaking wet!" That made him laugh, collapsing his weight onto your chest as you felt hot puffs of air in your neck, making you squirm below him. He quietened, pressing kissing along the vast expanse of exposed skin that was your chest. His hand was sliding along your thigh, making its way all the way up until you could feel him so close to where you wanted him so badly.

"I'm supposed to say that to you, no?" Before you could say anything you felt his finger dip between your folds, swiping experimentally. He raised an eyebrow at you when he realised you weren't wearing any underwear. His grin faded to a smirk. "Ah, but so are you," he held his hand up, and you could see his fingers glistening in the low light.

"You looked so good up there," you murmured, arching your back to press your chest against his. He groaned appreciatively, at your words or the way you were pushing the waistband of his fireproofs and boxers down, you weren't sure. His head dropped into the space of your neck as you wrapped a hand around him and started to move lazily, enjoying the way he responded to you with a shudder and a guttural noise.

"I was thinking about this in my interviews," he admitted, a guilty smile and what you thought might have been a blush creeping across his features as he bucked into your hand once more. He cast a glance over his shoulder, to where his small pile of treasure was sat on the desk, which struck you with an idea.

He gave a small moan as you slid out from underneath him.

"What?"

You didn't say anything as you moved, deliberately swaying your hips far more than usual as you crossed the room, turning to him with a devilish grin on your lips. You elegantly lifted yourself up, seating yourself directly beside his trophy and allowing your legs to fall open.

"You should be able to see your winnings," Carlos looked like he's died and gone to heaven, all too eager to rush over and have you in his arms once more, kissing you feverishly, urgently.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips "You're the best prize," you were a little distracted, he was standing so close that he was brushing against your clit, sending small shockwaves down your spine.

"I love you too,"

He hesitated as you reached down, lining him up with your entrance, you gave him a quizzical look.

"But I haven't-" you kissed his cheek.

"I warmed up before you got here," you admitted. Carlos loved to make sure you were fully seen to before he even thought of having sex with you. Usually, you loved how attentive he was to you, but today, well today the only thing you wanted to celebrate was him and okay - so the image of him soaked to the skin in champagne on that podium had been enough to get you going so much so that waiting for him to come back had been a little too long. Carlos must have appreciated the gesture because he almost growled as he pushed into you.

"Dios Mio, I will never forget how good you feel," he groaned into your neck, beginning to build pace. You were gripping his shoulder, knowing full well your nails would be marking his skin but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You'd waited so long for this moment that the euphoria of it all building rapidly within you and you felt your stomach tightening already. Carlos had one hand on your hip and the other, you noticed, was gripping the base of his trophy.

"My winner," you purred into his ear, knowing exactly what he needed to hear.

"Be careful," his voice was low, strained and dangerous. "If you want to-" Carlos was unable to finish his sentence for you were already gone, your walls clenching around him as your head fell back, calling his name repeatedly in bliss. Carlos shuddered, his entire body stilling as you felt him come with you, his lips pressed against yours in one last burning kiss as your hands knotted in his hair to keep you grounded to him.

He stilled, his hand on your hip becoming an arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him. You pecked his lips, only pulling away enough so that your foreheads were pressed together.

"Congratulations, Carlos,"

He was still breathing too heavily to speak, his eyes closed and eyelashes spread across the top of his cheeks as he nodded against you. He was still smiling.

"Celebrate with me in the shower?"

You grinned at his thoughts, knowing exactly where this night was heading, and that you'd only just scratched the surface of the celebrations to come.

#first one #sorry that took longer than i expected it took me a minute to organise my thoughts lol #anyway congrats carlos u deserve the absolute WORLD #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 #formula one #silverstone 2022 #british gp 2022

[hee-blee-art]

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happy pride month! this june I’ll be doing icon commissions for pay-what-you-can through ko-fi, with all profits donated to Rainbow Railroad!

Rainbow Railroad is a global not-for-profit organization that helps LGBTQI+ people facing persecution based on their sexual orientation, gender identity and sex characteristics escape systemic and state-sponsored violence and find safety through emergency relocation and other forms of assistance. [more information available on their website, linked here].

icon commission details:

icons will be stylized single character busts with solid and/or pride flag backgrounds, and can be of real people, characters, or OCs (ask about props and accessories! / as with any other commission, I may turn certain requests. see my commissions page for further details [link])

$5-15 is recommended (but don’t feel pressured to donate more than you’re able, less or more than that range is okay!)

payment is received through ko-fi will be pooled and donated to Rainbow Railroad at the end of the month via canadahelps.org [linked here], and I am happy to provide donation breakdowns and receipts to those who request them!

I will also do icons for anyone who prefers to donate directly to Rainbow Railroad if you’re willing to share the donation receipt!

dm if interested (you can forego my commission request form for these icon commissions!)

I encourage checking out Rainbow Railroad and donating if you can regardless of my commissions, and if you live in/are celebrating pride month in canada and/or are able to, consider also supporting the following Indigenous non-profits:

2-Spirited People of the 1st Nations - “a non-profit dedicated to creating a place where Two Spirited people and Aborignal people living with HIV/AIDS can grow and learn together as a community, fostering a positive self-sufficient image, honouring our past and buidling a future.” [website link]

Thunder Woman Healing Lodge Society (TWHLS) - “an Indigenous-led charity based in Toronto dedicated to supporting formerly incarcerated Indigenous women,” currently working to create “Ontario’s first Indigenous owned and led healing lodge for Indigenous 2SLGBTQIA+ women.” [website link]

NWIA (Native Women in the Arts) -  “a not-for-profit organization for First Nations, Inuit and Métis women and other Indigenous gender marginalized folks who share the common interest of art, culture, community and the advancement of Indigenous peoples.” [website link]

reblogs & boosts greatly appreciated, stay safe & happy pride!

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#pride #pride month #charity #commissions #icons #cartoons #art #digital art #gay #lesbian #bi #bisexual #trans #nonbinary #art commissions #ocs #(tagging the included characters:) #blinkie #blink #frankie stein #moomin #moomintroll #tiernan #yorvick #yorvick petrov #princess bubblegum #fan art

[marzfartz]

Since it's pride month again I wanted to share here the sapphic shoes I hand-painted last year, they're based on Sappho's poetry and have quite a hefty amount of reference so if you're interested I'll leave my statement on them below!

Voicing our Pride: A visual representation of Sapphic poetry

Surely once you too were a delicate child: come now, sing this, all of you, add your voices to our celebration and grace us with your company [ – Sappho

Pride is more than just a celebration of queer identities; it is a celebration of both the struggles and successes in queer history. In order to represent this, I turned to one of the earliest queer poets: Sappho, an Archaic Greek poetess known for writing on themes of wlw (women-loving-women) love. 

The overarching motif of the shoe are rainbow auroras that move across the shoes without regard for the physical panel design. The rainbow represents the original pride flag, while the free-flowing movement across panels represents how queer people are often seen as breaking gender and sexuality boundaries put in place by society. Also depicted across the shoes are birds representing freedom as they take to the sky, as in the lines: 

Then beautiful swift sparrows led you over the black earth from the sky through the middle air, whirling their wings into a blur.

The right shoe features two women holding each other and smiling intimately, while the left shoe depicts a close-up of clasped hands; both of these are inspired by vintage black and white photos. Again, this ties into one of the main themes of Pride: celebrating the relationships of LGBT people of the past who may not have had the same freedoms, acceptance, and opportunities as queer people have now. I chose to again tie this imagery to Sappho’s poetry adding violets, as well as giving one of the women violet hair, as these flowers are a representation of sapphic love: 

maidens [ all night keeping vigil [ make a song someday of your love and of your violet-lapped bride.

On the inside heels of each shoe are two more images related to Sappho’s poetry. The boat is a reference to the line that even ships are not as beautiful as what one loves: 

Some say an army of horsemen,          some of footsoldiers, some of ships,          is the fairest thing on the black earth,          but I say it is what one loves.

This could also depict the story referenced later in the same poem of Helen leaving the city of Troy, sailing away to follow after the goddess with whom she has fallen in love. In a broader sense, the ship can also symbolize journeys and exploration, which are themes young queer people often find to be resonant as they explore their own self-identities. Contrasting the ship, the cottage overgrown with vines on the other shoe’s inner heel represents the safety of home. Many young queer people dream of finding a safe place to call home where they can be accepted and loved, where they can take root in order to grow into their best selves. Together, the ship and cottage combine to represent the possibilities of the future. 

The imagery all around the shoes are tied together by gold detailing portraying stars, rays of light, and phases of the moon. Sappho speaks of the splendor of the stars in one of her fragmented poems, personifying the moon as a beautiful woman to whom Sappho speaks lovingly: 

As the stars surrounding the lovely moon will hide away the splendor of their appearance when in all her fullness she shines the brightest

Gold lines and stars also spill out from the illustration of a face on the left shoe, representing the voice of Sappho’s subject, likely the woman she loved: 

listening from closeby to the sweetness of your voice as you talk, the sweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it— sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since once I look at you for a moment, I can’t speak any longer

Alternatively, these gold lines could represent the voice of the Poetess herself, or even the collective voice of all queer people throughout history. In today’s world, Pride allows us to amplify our voices and celebrate our stories and emotions just as Sappho did in her time.

#my art #pride art #pride month #sappho #shoe art #lesbian #sapphic #sapphic art #sapphic love #happy pride 🌈

[heretherebedork]

It's about how Kan lashes out and Thua withdraws and how Kan thinks he's supporting Thua by beating up the people who insult him but all Thua really wants is for someone is to stand beside him against the insults.

Thus turns his hurts in on himself and Kan turns his hurt out on the world and they both hurt so much but they're speaking different languages.

Kan is trying to change for Thua, to find a way to support him, to be with him because Thua is the greatest comfort in his life but he is struggling with his own hurt and his own pain and aching with his own self-hatred and there is only so much he can do.

They are both so young and so hurt and so scared and while Thua might want to disappear Kan wants to not be himself and neither of them knows who to turn to or who to ask for the kind of safety and support they need and deserve.

All I want at the very end is for them to be able to exist. For them to find comfort in each other and in their truth and in their identities.

I hope for queer joy.

I want Kan and Thua in the Cafe for All, sipping tea in front of a pride flag, neither blank nor angry, merely calm and content and for Thua to smile and Kan to laugh and their fingers to touch.

I want Thua to know his voice matters and for Kan to know that who he loves is not something to be ashamed of.

But first they need to communicate with each other and that's going to be a fight through darkness and pain, loneliness and self-hatred and it's going to take a long time.

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #the eclipse series #kanlong x thuapha #bl drama #thai drama #thaibl #bl series #thai series #thai bl #gmmtv #kanthua #thua x kan #thuakhan #kan x thua #thuakan #kan x thau #kanthau #sorry these boys are my entire heart at this point

[thestarlightforge]

“Ymir with the Freckles”

1/11/24

***

Most of our cousins grew up in Texas. Several of the youngest are still there, working through middle and high school. Texas isn’t the best place for queer youth—nowhere in the South is, but especially there—but they know my sibling and I are safe people. (We’re both queer, and we’ve both let them know that and cultivated safe spaces for them.) As such, a few of them have come out to us over the years.

When my sibling and I came out, we went through all the stages of “so xyz in our childhood was pretty queer, huh”—recontextualizing and further appreciating everything from TV shows we’d watched to things we went through. If I’m honest, that’s still happening. But I didn’t come out as bi+ until after I had left home for undergrad—didn’t even know myself well enough to do so before then; and I didn’t figure out I was genderqueer until last year—and am still struggling to tell people about it. Meanwhile, my sibling’s wheels started turning a little younger than mine had, them having slightly more access to queer community and education because of the internet and our evolving culture—but they still didn’t make those connections until late into high school, didn’t fully until college, and they still consider themself a work in progress.

Because of subtle (and unsubtle) queer phobia and conditioning, because we didn’t know any safe queer people, because of a lack of education and exposure… Because we didn’t know.

Some people don’t find the freedom and safety to make the discoveries we eventually did until far older than we were—and it’s never too late for that. But as an adult, there was some trauma in realizing my childhood was gone, and during it, I never got to fully experience queer joy or really live as myself.

Our little cousins don’t have many safe people—Texas is Texas. But sometimes, they text us. An account of a debate about trans rights that came up in Model UN at their school; they spoke up for trans people, but were confronted with right-wing transphobia, and they wanted to talk to us about it. A comic book panel or TV show with a queer pairing they love. Pictures of drawings in their journals, of queer OCs they’re writing. A screen-cap from a video game they’re playing, showing off some particularly queer fashion choices. A chart of various pride flags with common misconceptions about different queer identities. Like penguins or crows, delivering us little treasures.

Or precious, precious videos—the resolution blurry, the framing wobbly and Dutch-tilted as they held their phone camera close to an ancient, school-issued laptop—where they leaned into the microphone and said: They wanted to tell us, they went on the Fandom website for “Ymir with the Freckles” from Attack on Titan, and it confirms that she was, in fact, “romantically attracted to Historia.” Like this was our precious secret, now. And we must safeguard it together.

I hope it won’t always be like this. That someday, all kids will be safe and free enough to be as loud and joyful as they like. But even so…

Young queer joy is so special.

#Fiona’s Art Journal #short story #journal #queer joy #poetry #lgbtqia #queer community #queer youth #lgbt youth #wlw #trans rights #transphobia #queerphobia #homophobia #trans representation #representation matters #lgbtqia representation #sapphic #attack on Titan #ymir x historia #ymir x christa #historia x ymir

[f1-birb]

I'm just glad Lando has Jon and others for support right now because he's chronically online and the takes, even by some "fans," are not it.

I know we talked about his consistency being taken for granted last year, and this is just another example imo. He RARELY makes mistakes (and I'm not defending him or saying people can't say he made an error or whatever, because it was obvious he had and I think fans being frustrated with that or whatever is valid), but omg, mistakes happen. To all drivers. They're a part of motorsport. Yet I already see all of these shit takes about the "next Ricciardo" and "the beginning of the end for McLaren's golden boy" and "omg it's karma!!" (karma for what? doing his job?). Like, it was one qualifying. It was one mistake. We don't even know how the race will turn out, especially with nearly every engine seemingly having some reliability concerns. We know nothing about safety cars or red flags that may present opportunities for drivers.

I'm sure Lando is already beating himself up enough without these "fans" coming for him for ONE error though. Hell, I've seen people who were ENJOYING his streams the past few weeks blaming it on him not taking racing seriously enough and spending too much time streaming, and it's like seriously? He's already talked about stepping back from most of his hobbies to focus on f1, but god forbid he do anything, ever, to just relax and have fun.

It's well known he puts an enormous amount of pressure on himself, and I think he's said he puts even more on when his dad is at races because he wants to show all the investment into his career was worth it (which is daft because Adam (and Cisca) love him so damn much and anytime Adam talks about Lando you can just hear sheer and utter pride in his voice)

He made a mistake, he knows it, he's owned up to it, at no point has he tried to pin it on anyone or anything but himself, and now people need to move on because the race could end up with a completely different result because we just don't know. Someone else makes a mistake, the engine reliability issues we've seen, freak weather change who knows, etc etc.

Jeddah is a fucking nightmare and I hate it with a passion (possibly the most out of the street circuits) because it's so easy for literally any of them to make a mistake like that, look at Max's 2021 or Lando today, Esteban also said he clipped the wall twice in his run and thought he'd damaged the car but managed to keep pushing it

People just like to chat shit and Lando is one of the people they like the chat shit about the most. He's never going to do anything right in their eyes so I don't really care for their opinions. He could probably get pole, have a clean drive filled with good battles, score fastest lap and win AND STILL people would find something to criticise him about it

I've clearly managed to curate my space fantastically because I haven't seen any of those comments (I never check the comments on instagram and I literally only made a twitter account today for the sole purpose of following LN4 and McLaren for possible Jon pics....) but they're nothing new, they started halfway through last year and with the godawful tenacity of some people it's no surprise they're still being thrown around ~ as I always say "the block button is your friend ✨"

#i'm with you though anon #it gets real tiring real fast #birb speaks

[lifeanddreamsandhopes]

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throughout the recent decades, Gay/ LGBT bars have been a place for queer people to find comforts of expressing themselves and finding people who also shares similar experience as them. Some places around the world, Queer bars even provides a shelter for queer people who have been kicked out of their house because of their identity. In our current society, most places are still very heteronormative that queer people can't fully express who they are and be understood and so Gay/ queer bars are playing an important role in LGBT community.

Through my thesis Exhibition, i am hoping that the visitors can experience the freedom and a sense of safety that is being given to queer people through this space. and hoping that spaces that queer people can express themselves freely like this expand to more than this.

what makes a gay/ queer bars different from any other ones?

It's important to note that the LGBTQ+ bar scene is diverse, and the specific characteristics can vary from one establishment to another. However, there are some unique features are common across many LGBTQ+ bars and create an environment that celebrates LGBTQ+ culture, history, and community while offering an inclusive space for everyone to enjoy.

Some of the features are: Pride Flags, Drag and Queer Art, Rainbow Decor, Quote Boards, Anti-Stigma and Safe Sex Initiatives, etc.

[penny00dreadful]

I'm wondering if my Safety fic has been shared somewhere because the engagement on AO3 has gone wild in the last 24 hours and like I'm not mad, people are so nice but I'm a slut for validation so I NEED TO KNOW!

I pretty much exist only on tumblr and AO3, do I need to be elsewhere as well?? Somebody help a crotchety old bitch, please!

Edit: I ended up joining twitter 😅

#steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #eddie x steve #fanfic #eddie and robin #platonic stobin #platonic edbin #robin and steve #finding safety in people through pride flags #is it twitter?? #is it discord?? #whats happening?? #someone tell me please??

[sundayforeverstays]

Discover Dehradun’s Most Alluring Destinations with the Assistance of Sundays Forever

Dehradun, nestled among the hills, is a unique city cherished for its refreshing air, lush greenery, and welcoming community. Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a frequent explorer, Dehradun always has something new to offer. At Sundays Forever Stays, we’re excited to unveil some of our favorite Dehradun destinations, along with a hint about finding the best accommodations.

Discover Dehradun:

1. Robber’s Cave (Guchhupani): Picture a serene spot where water gracefully flows through rocky formations, allowing you to stroll inside while feeling the cool water beneath your feet. Robber’s Cave is an ideal location for a fun-filled day out with friends or family.

2. Forest Research Institute (FRI): This expansive and picturesque location is enveloped by towering trees surrounding an imposing building. Here, you can explore a wide array of plants, birds, and animals, making your visit akin to a delightful garden experience.

3. Sahastradhara: Known for its reputed skin-friendly waters, Sahastradhara attracts many visitors with its beautiful vistas. It’s a tranquil setting where you can sit back, relax, and immerse yourself in the beauty of nature.

4. Tapkeshwar Temple: This peaceful temple features a constant drip of water onto a stone surface, creating a serene ambiance that beckons visitors seeking solace and spiritual connection.

5. Mindrolling Monastery: A haven of tranquility adorned with colorful flags and a grand Buddha statue, the Mindrolling Monastery provides respite from the bustle, allowing you to recharge in a serene setting.

After a day of exploration, it’s only natural to crave a comfortable place to rest and rejuvenate. This is where homestays come into play!

Why Choose Dehradun Homestays:

Homestays offer a unique experience akin to staying in a second home. They are not the typical large hotels; instead, they are more like family residences where you are warmly welcomed and made to feel like part of the family. Dehradun boasts numerous such welcoming homestays, ranging from simple to luxurious.

At Sundays Forever Stays, we take pride in offering some of the finest homestays in Dehradun. Our homes are characterized by cleanliness, safety, and coziness, designed to make our guests feel truly special. In line with the Indian saying, “Guest is like God,” we treat our guests with the utmost respect and care, which has won the hearts of many who have stayed with us.

Homestays in India are gaining popularity, with more and more people opting for this personalized and warm alternative to traditional hotels. Staying in a homestay not only offers the comfort of a second home but also allows you to savor homemade cuisine and immerse yourself in local culture.

In Conclusion:

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[voxnumbskull]

Just wanted to take this time to tell you guys happy pride month!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎🩵🩷🤍

I've been out as an omnisexual trans man for about 8 years now, and no way in hell was it easy, but I've found a few people along my journey that made it way easier than it was when I started out.

I know that not everyone has that kind of support though, but I want you all to know that no matter who you are or what you're going through, I love you, and I'm proud of you, and you always have a safe space on my blog.

**Just in case this gets attention, I will NOT tolerate bullying or discrimination of any kind on my blog, and if I find a nasty comment, it will be flagged. I don't do that shit around here.

**If you're going to any events, please make sure you practice safety in doing so. Bring a buddy or two, bring water or sunscreen if you need it, and don't engage with protesters, and if someone engages with you and makes you uncomfortable, find someone who can help you de-escalate the situation. Pride is a time for love, not pain.

If you can't make it to any of the celebrations, that's fine too! You can celebrate right here with me! I'll try to post something every day for pride to show support, and so those of you at home can feel less alone knowing I'm thinking of you.

Happy pride everybody! Be your best you, and be safe! 🥰

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[brianedner]

Luz’s Crimes: 2, Stalking and Steeling Evidence

Don’t stalk or steal, it is wrong and illegal.

 Idea: have a bit where Jacob is stalked, pickpocketed, and then break into the police station.

 End product: Jacob is stalked, eaten by a squirl, and arrested in a way that makes it look like he is related to a drug ring.

 Hunter was having a good day so far. He had found a few places that were hiring he and the others could look through, he found a nice bird house on clearance for Flapjack, and he found out that there was a community of people that liked Cosmic Frontier that talked with each other through the flat crystal balls called computers. He was still having some trouble getting them to work, but he was looking forward to talking with more people besides Gus about them.

 As he was walking down the street towards the historical society he noticed a familiar looking man with glasses and a coat standing on the front steps and yelling at someone wearing a GHS t-shirt and nails painted to look like one of those pride flags Luz had shown him. It took him a bit to remember, but when he did his blood ran hot.

 This was the man that thought it would be ok to put Vee in a cage and dissect her. He was a nutjob that was too right and too wrong at the same time for their safety. It would only be a matter of time before he decided to try and get Vee again, and this time he might actually succeed in exposing them.

 Camilla could get arrested for harboring them. Luz could be thrown into a conformatorium to “fix” her after her time in the Isles. The rest of them would be locked up and experimented on.

 He could not let that happen. He WOULD not let that happen.

 He couldn’t do anything now, there were too many witnesses. The best thing would be to tail him back home and then work with the others on how best to deal with him.

 Hunter hid behind a small group of trees and had Flapjack fly out onto a branch to keep a eye on Jacob. When he started stopping angerly away, Flapjack signed Hunter and then they started following him through the town. Once they got close to the building sharing walls with each other, he used Flapjack to teleport up to the roof tops and just walked along them to keep a eye on him without having to worry about being spotted.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last too long. Jacob eventually stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and rapidly turned towards the roof. Hunter quickly backed away from the edge and hoped that he hadn’t been spotted. His hopes were dashed by a shout.

 “There is a witch on the roof! I saw him. He is trying to silence me because I know the truth about their time machine!”

 How can someone be so right and so wrong about the same thing at the same time?

 Hunter quickly teleported into the alley by the building and hid between some dumpsters while Jacob was trying to convince the building’s owner to let him climb up the ladder to the roof. As he hid there he heard some people hiding on the other side of the dumpsters talking in hushed tones.

 One conversation later

 After Hunter left the alley with a piece of paper and either a golden opportunity or a noose around his neck he tried to find Jacob again. After looking around he concluded he must have lost him. He decided to just head back to the Nocedia house and see how Willow was doing with her garden.

 “Hunter?”

 He turned around at the sound of his name and saw Luz walking towards him.

 “Luz? What are you doing here?”

 “I just got out of school and decided to check out the book store. They recently got an atlas of the Azura world that I have been waiting for since it was announced. What are you doing?”

 Hunter just looked down at his feet. “I saw Jacob and was trying to find where he lives so we could deal with him. But he spotted me and got away while I hid.” He then perked up. “On the plus side, I did find a potential money making opportunity we could try out.”

 Luz just smiled at him. “Great job on the money source, and don’t worry about Jacob. I saw him on the way here.” She then pulled out a wallet from her letterman jacket. “And I got his address.”

 She then opened the walled and pulled out a Drivers License.

 “Jacob Craig Hopkins. Born August 11, 1987, height of 5’ 6”, blue eyes, and lives at 4423 Whitman Court.”

 Hunter just looked at her. “How did you get that?”

 She just looked at her. “I lived with Eda for 3 months, are you honestly surprised I know how to pick pockets and replace the contents with a live squirrel?”

 At that point a high pitch scream rang out. When Hunter ran to look, he saw Jacob in the park swinging his hand around while a squirrel held onto his finger for dear life with its teeth.

 “GetItOffGetItOffGetItOff!”

 In the Isles

 Eda was siting around a campfire with King and Lilith and talking about what to do about the Collector when all of a sudden Eda teared up.

 “Eda? What’s wrong?”

 “Oh nothing King. I just had a massive amount of pride in Luz wash over me for some reason.”

 Back with the butt monkey

 Jacob was now running around looking for something to get the squirrel off his finger with. He eventually saw someone walk towards him and his pain addled brain thought the best thing to do would be to hit the squirrel against them to get it to let him go.

 He ran over to the guy and raised his hand to start, but fortunately the squirrel decided to just let go and run down the arm and to the nearest tree.

 Unfortunately for Jacob, he didn’t notice and just started slapping the guy repeatedly across the face while yelling “GetItOffGetItOffGetItOff!”

 After 6 slaps he finally realized that the squirrel was off and he could stop. He then noticed that he had been whacking a police officer across the face multiple times.

 A 6’ 2” police man that hand bulging muscles and a look of anger in his eyes.

 Jacob decided to respond the way most idiotic people would. By pulling out pepper spray and spraying the cop in the eyes. Two big factors however prevented this from working.

 1: the nozzle was turned around and aimed at him.

 2: his glasses had fallen off after the squirrel attack.

 In this case, 1+2= Jacob rolling around on the ground and clawing at his face while yelling about how it burned. He then crawled over to the nearby fountain and dunked his head in to try and was his eyes out. The officer then walked over and lifted him up by the scruff of his coat with a mix of annoyance and pity on his face.

 Hunter and Luz just staired at the display with poorly concealed delight before Hunter turned to Luz. “How much of that did you plan to happen?”

 “I just expected the squirrel to surprise him and then run away, maybe make him look like he was smuggling animals into buildings at best. I am so going to tell my currents events class about this tomorrow. The teacher can’t say it isn’t relevant because it did actually happen in town and can be a warning about a potentially dangerous person living in town.”

 Luz’s entire face lit up as she got a idea. “In fact, I am going to go over and give him back his wallet. If I’m lucky we will soon have a restraining order against him.”

 She then took a picture of Jacob’s drivers license with her phone (she got the camera fixed when she got back) and then put it back in before walking over to Jacob who was trying to explain what happened in a way that didn’t make him sound like the nut job he was.

 While Luz was doing that, Hunter noticed that multiple other officers had exited a large number of cars and vans nearby and were watching. When they noticed Jacob’s reaction to the teenage girl walking up to him a few moved over to get involved.

 While that was happening he walked nearby to look inside, and saw several plants in pots. He immediately moved to a nearby alley, which he then noticed was contently next to a small storm ditch that had a running stream of water in it. He smiled as a plan formed in his mind and he pulled out Flapjack.

 “Flap, remember that deal we made earlier? I am thinking one of those would be useful for us. Do you think you can fly inside the van and make the van roll backwards over here?”

 Flapjack just chirped in response and few over.

 While he was doing that, Hunter edged to the side of the storm ditch so that he could act as soon as the van showed up.

 He was rewarded when he heard the sound of people shouting “runaway van!” as the vehicle backed into the ditch and spilled its contents all over the stream. Flapjack flew over to Hunter and the shifted to staff form, who then grabbed him and flew over the water to grab the smallest plant he could before teleporting to the roof.

 As the police swarmed the site, Jacob sat in the back of a car, and Luz just looked on with a small smirk, Hunter teleported to the next alley over and just calmly walked to the Noceda house with a full backpack.

 Later at the Police Station

 “So you are telling me that the reason you slapped an officer repeatedly was because you didn’t notice the squirrel had let go and the only thing you could think of was to use him as a object to knock it off with?”

 “Exactly!”

 “And you then panicked before your still pain addled brain told you to use pepper spray on the same officer, only you sprayed yourself instead?”

 “I admit that was a dumb idea, but I think we can all agree that I punished myself for that. Someone recorded the whole thing and posted it to MewTube. Putting me in jail would be a service compared to the public shaming and I would get just by having to interact with people for the next few weeks.”

 “Oh don’t worry, we are all in agreement on that. But then you used hate speech against a teenage girl who was just returning your wallet.”

 “She wasn’t a human! She was a shapeshifting lizard demon form Mars that came here to steel our teeth to power their time machine!”

 “Right… and the van filled with evidence from a recent raid that happened to be by your stunt was just a coincidence?”

 “There was a van there? I was too busy dealing with the squirrel, the pepper spray, and the inhuman monster to notice.”

 “And the fact that the brakes were deactivated when no one was looking and had it back up into a ditch was also a coincidences?”

 “What else would it be?”

 “I don’t know, how about a deliberate distraction to allow your buddies to get back some of the contraband we stole from them.”

 “Hay, if you want to silence us from telling the truth of the Earth being flat you are going to have to try a lot harder than this. We have people everywhere spreading the news.”

 “We didn’t raid the Flat Earth Society; we raided people growing drugs.”

 “A likely story. I am on to you bud! You can’t silence me! YOU CAN NEVER SILENCE ME!”

 “I really wish we were allowed to gag him.”

 Is it wrong that I enjoyed making Jacob so miserable?

 -If you answered yes, you must be new to the Owl House Fandom. So, in that case, welcome and watch 2.10.

 -If you answered no, then great news! I will be torturing him even more in the coming chapters! When the Hexsquad is done with him, he is going to wish that they were just trying to steel his teeth.

 I also have a theory about when the next episode of Owl House is coming out.

Episode 1 came out on October 15, the 3rd Saturday of the month.

Episode 2 came out on January 21, 3 months later and the 3rd Saturday of the month.

IN THEORY: episode 3 will be out April 15, 3 months later and on the 3rd Saturday of the month.

 I am also doing “Fanfic info dumps” on multiple series to help other fanfic writers with their works. They are on DevientArt here (https://www.deviantart.com/1228248) because Fanfiction and AO3 both said I couldn’t post them there.

 Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5646512/

Tumbler: https://at.tumblr.com/brianedner/luzs-crime-list-masterpost/dia848df51z4

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BrianEdner1/works

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🦀 time for crab 🦀

What’s that coming over the dash? Is it a monster? No. It’s just a crab 🦀

today i summoned 49 crabs and caught 2 💰 of them. look at them all!

🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 💰 💰

i summoned some new orange friends 🦀

I LOVE THIS I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE THANKS @williamrikers

5 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#4

SO. you might have heard about the itch.io bundle for ukraine! which you can find here. the offer ends on the 18th (of march, 2022) i believe.

The proceeds for this bundle will go to two charities that work to help Ukraine, a very good reason to support it for just $10 already. but for that 10 dollars you'll also receive 992 games/a couple other miscellaneous things.

this post is me convincing you to buy it based on the exciting things in the bundle!

there are 573 'games', that is to say, digital games to be played on a device like a computer or phone (531 are compatible with windows, 291 compatible with macOS, 234 with linux, 30 with android and 20 are played in the browser)

now, since buying this bundle 4 days ago i've mostly looked at the other major category, 'physical games', physical here meaning you get a pdf or something of the sort and you use that to play the game. most of these are ttrpgs or can be used to enhance your ttrpg gaming experience. (ttrpg = games in the same category as dnd)

SO NOW I'LL GET TO THE MEAT OF THIS POST. the recommendations.

thirsty sword lesbians

this game i've actually wanted for a little while, and seeing it in this bundle kind of solidified that i wanted to buy it. it's based on the powered by the apocalypse game rule thingies, which is a much easier system to learn than dnd, if my experience with monster of the week, which is based on the same system, is anything to go by. i've read the guidebook a little bit and it is very explicitly queer and anti-fascist and includes instructions for ensuring the mental safety of the players of the game.

link to the game page

can androids pray: red

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146 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

*shakes you* little miss why so is so important. they're so right. neither of them are right. both are sad. he wants to fix her. she doesn't want to be fixed. do you understand. they love eachother so much but they're so so tired and why is she so sad. and then he's gone and she lost her lifeline that she didn't even grab. do you understand. he doesn't understand why she is so sad and he tries and he tries and she tries and she tries but it's too big. do you understand. do you understand.

152 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#2

on the search for a slightly improved Improved Disability Pride Flag

so. a couple hours ago @capricorn-0mnikorn answered an ask about the disability pride flag she made. it included an open request for people to try and make new images of this flag, fiddling with colour values and making more hi-res versions. i happen to know my way around a vector software, so i just spent some time fiddling and i have three things to share.

first off: the original in more pixels

i simply colourpicked from the original image and this is that. the dimensions are also slightly different, this is the dimensions that google tells me flags are typically in.

secondly, i fiddled with the colours

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399 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Ivan Goncharov" this, "Nikolai Goncharov" that, when will you guys realize there's a reason we don't know his first name. the POINT is that we don't know. Goncharev is a family name and whoever Goncharov used to be totally went up in being the head of the Family. he doesn't HAVE a personal name to denote who he is outside of his mafia persona.

8,799 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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[mirrorhunt]

Today is the Independence day of my home country. We're celebrating it in the midst of war. Expecting anything happen.

This is the last photo I've made while being in Ukraine. The early morning in the train carrying us to safety. It was the middle of April. The trees are still without leafs, when back in my town the lilacs were blossoming.

They bombed the main city of my oblast (like state in US) at night, when everyone was asleep, or trying to, with the air sirens going off outside their windows.

They are bombing my home town every day, every night since the beginning of March. There are now whole streets that are covered in ruble and someone lost homes. My parent's house, the house in which I grew up, is still standing, somehow, miraculously. Even when most of our neighbor's houses are destroyed or damaged.

I am a refugee. My mom is a refugee. Million of my people are refugees. Millions are fighting for our land. Thousands died.

My heart is heavy today. I remember how we celebrated this day before. The last week before school, trying to get some sleep, and be awoken with our hymn. I would dress in my best, do my nails in blue or/and yellow, my makeup darker and brighter, celebratory. It was a quiet pride, but it felt special. There will be fireworks by the river, with bbq and concerts. You'll meet your old friends there, your teachers, your distant family. There will be flower crowns and hair ribbons, the crossstiched shirts, old and loved songs, history essays how this day come to be. And my town, which is almost seven hundred years old, whose birthday we will celebrate in the middle of September later the same way, will sing for us. We will go home late at night, tired and smiling, listening to the radio, and fell asleep feeling pride and heartache for what our country had to live through to get to this point.

And now my town is weeping. There are no power, no water, no gas. The people who are still leaving there cook their food in open fire, there are barely any communication with them, and they are hiding in the basements, sleeping there. A lot of them lost their houses, so the basements are the only home they have now.

And still they live. They grow vegetables, grow fruit, they are finding ways to can their goods, to stuff their basements for cold winter ahead. Most of them don't know how to survive it. There's no jobs, the rent in other, safer places, is sky high. Not everyone has family outside who can take them under the roof. Someone, like my grandfather, doesn't want to leave the place where he lived his whole life, where his wife is buried. Some people are coming back, of the reasons the other don't want to evacuate - there's no where to go, their money's are dwindling, there are no jobs, and here at least they're home.

Today I had a dream of war. They are rare now, unlike from the beginning. There was my school, now damaged heavily, still standing, and there were black rockets above me, bringing death and destruction, even though in reality I only thought white ones. And I was calm. I was looking for apples to take with me to the basements. Thinking "If I saw it, it didn't come for me". Like a long time ago my parents calmed my fear of thunderstorms.

My town is the first town that greets people fleeing occupied territories of three states with Ukrainian flag. We've met here, in country that took us as refugees, Ukrainians who talked about weeping with joy when they passed our town. The town on the edge of war. The zero ground.

Our soldiers plead us to celebrate, to live, to be happy, because this is what they are fighting for. And with tears in my eyes, I will try to smile. Thinking about what could've been. How right now I will be by the river, cringing at some performances, waiting in lane for some food or sitting on the car, people watching, listening to the sound of distant speech from our mayor, watching sunset and laughing at some old inside jokes. There will be small blue-yellow flags, kids in national costumes, memories how I would where them at school, how tight the flower crown was on my head. And I would feel so calm. Quiet finally in my brain. I will try to memorise this moment to it's finest details. The hot smell of cooling grass and asphalt, the smoke of cherry tree for bbq, the river, the bittersweet taste of the ending summer. The last hooray before fall. I never liked summer, but I loved August for this reason alone. And it's f-ing stings to be thousands kilometers away from my destroyed town, knowing it will never be the same, even after the victory. Too much changed. Too much was taken violently from us. Knowing that to the stories about how my town fought off Nazi in '44 will not complete the horror period of history of my town. If those stories were echoes and somber reminders what price we had to pay to have what we have, now I leaved through those stories. I know this price. I see it everyday. I remember it every time I hear the loud noise outside. I feel it when the plane goes by particularly low in the sky. Or when fireworks go off for some local holiday. When I see dreams of black shadows and shattered glass and dark basements.

I want to go home to the town that will never be. The town, that are ruined and burned and broken. But it's my home. Forever will be.

#ukraine #Ukrainian Independence Day #war in ukraine