#solidarity or drown

[rjalker]

Neurotypicals sometimes think autistic people don't have empathy because some autistic people do, in fact, not have empathy. And that's literally not a problem.

wow, it's almost like being neurodivergent means being different from neurotypicals and thus inherently in violation of the neurotypical standards of what society calls morals and shit /s

Having empathy doesn't make you a good, moral person.

Not having empathy doesn't mean you're an immoral, bad person.

Not having empathy doesn't mean you're going to be purposefully mean and cruel to people.

Having empathy doesn't mean you're always nice and compassionate to people.

I promise you none of the people who viciously bullied me for my entire childhood were physically incapable of empathizing with me. Their ability to experience empathy did not stop them from going out of their way to harass me every single chance they got.

Stop fucking throwing autistic people who don't feel empathy under the bus to uplift those who do. Whether or not you feel empathy has absolutely nothing to do with your morals or your ability to be a good person.

And stop blaming everyone else when /you/ decide to treat people badly of your own free will.

#ableism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #solidarity or drown

[inaturalist-propaganda]

I love you trans people and I love you trans allies.

This original post will keep being updated!

tumblr made it so indented text removes line breaks so they're not all going to be indented.

some of the comments so far, June 10th 2023:

Pretty uncool to publicly support pride month after your PR disaster on the forum. Banning a user who was trying desperately to get you to understand that they were being misgendered, then rainbow washing on top of that? Come on, guys, this is shameful.

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CAoS: Please do something about your child organisation, iNaturalist, for their continued and repeated attacks on myself and my fellow queer/trans/nb people. All we asked is for pronouns to be used as a part of their rule of "be respectful". Initially, Tony, paid Outreach Coordinator, denied this request, essentially saying being respectful does NOT mean you have to use someones correct pronouns. After almost a week, it was backwalked, to you can say you will not use but that is "not actually missgendering" becuase it "is just threatening it" instead of "actually missgendering". It has gone even worse now, with the person being missgendered being BANNED for continually asking for this basic respect. Now, our posts get hidden, or outright deleted. We need someone above iNaturalist to step in and do the right thing. I ask that you remove Tony from his Paid iNaturalist Staff position. A person who is literally the paid Outreach Coordinator should actually understand inclusion and diversity. I ask that you hire a queer bipoc person to replace him. This would be the first step in reconciliation that would show you mean what you say, and are not simply rainbow washing.

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It's a little difficult to take this seriously when CAoS is the parent organization of iNat, whose PR team decided threats of misgendering trans people are not actually that serious. And, then, to make matters worse, removed a trans person receiving those threats from their forum, not the bully. It's easy to post a rainbow photo and say you support the LGBTQIA community, but the actions of iNat show otherwise. It's our actions as allies that matter most every day, not once a year pride posts.

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I implore the California academy of sciences to admonish your child organization, iNaturalist for their repeated attacks on trans and non-binary folks in their forum. Their pride month posts are revolting when their staff is actively engaged in blatant retaliatory attacks against trans and non-binary people.

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It would be great to see Inaturalist posting Pride month icons..... if it weren't for the disasterous behind-the-scenes transphobia that's rampant in the forums!

If this is your first time hearing it, paid staff on the inatrarlist official forums went out of their way to create a huge incident that alienated a good 90% of the queer community that was on the forums, by banning a trans it/its user who was being misgendered and refused to back down when staff refused to remove the 2 offending posts, despite multiple, *multiple* queer users telling staff all they had to do to resolve the issue was remove the two misgendering posts.

It took a full WEEK for anything to actually be concretely done, and that was only when the OP of the posts had to ask *permission* from staff to delete her posts because she realized what she'd done was wrong and hurtful, especially when the paid staff kept digging their heels in and insisting it wasn't *technically* misgendering..... somehow.

Staff kept digging their hole deeper, acting as though everyone was demanding they "police every single thing posted on the forums" and "act like a surveillance state" when literally from day one, alllllllllll they had to do was remove exactly 2 offensive posts that had been reported by multiple queer users. They staunchly refused to remove the posts or take *any* action other than to attack the very people who were the ones under attack, culminating in them literally banning the trans it/its user who was being misgendered all because, get this-- it refused to sit quietly by and have the posts remain up, and kept telling staff "leaving the posts up for everyone, myself included, the literal target of these posts to see with zero visible response from Staff for the blatant violation of TOS, is completely unacceptable".

Did I mention this happened in the forum thread DEDICATED to queer and LGBTQ Inaturalist users?

It was a forum thread DEDICATED to celebrating pride and queer identities?

And that the very Inaturalist staff who refused to do their jobs and remove two posts that violated their TOS because they didn't think it was a big deal for a trans user to be misgendered even after multuiple users explained exactly why that's so hurtful, the very Inaturalist Staff who acted like being asked to remove 2 posts was the equivilant of us demanding they police every single word posted on the forums-- were the very same ones asking queer Inaturalist users to volunteer for their Pride Month showcase.

What a joke.

If Inaturalist and the other paid staff behind it are TRUELY serious about diversity, inclusion, and welcoming their queer and LBGTQ users with open arms, then someone from higher up needs to take a SERIOUS look at the paid staff of the forums and how they ACTUALLY treat queer users when push comes to shove; they're more than happy to hide even the slightest, most mild critism of their moderation (or complete lack thereof) but refused for over 168 hours to do the most basic thing of hiding two posts containing hate speech and transphobia. That were in the LGBTQ thread, and had been flagged by multiple LGBTQ users, *including the it/its trans user who was the target of that hate speech to begin with*

but what did the forum staff do?

Did they remove the 2 posts that violated TOS?

Did they apologize for their mishandling of the situation?

Nope, they literally told us "if you don't like how we moderate, you go somewhere else" -- as though the literal LGBTQ thread was not EXACTLY where we were supposed to be protected from this crap.

Tiwane needs to be removed as paid Forum staff, and astra the dragon needs to lose moderation privileges, and ALL forum staff, be they paid or volunteers, need to go through a MANDATORY inclusivity and sensitivity training to properly handle the most basic aspect of their jobs., if you want your huge queer userbase to trust you again.

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Wow. That's rich, given how you've treated LGBTQIA+ folks in your forums. If you want to be supportive of pride month, fire the team that's perfectly fine with misgendering people in comments. If not, this is just an ugly facade you're presenting to seem as though you support minorities without actually following through.

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iNaturalist: you are NOT allowed to celebrate Pride Month because you continually create policies to harm queer/trans/NB members of your community. You allowed missgendering, saying it does not go against your rule of "be respectful". Then you back-walked it to it's okay to say you *will* missgender, or *will refuse to* use someone's pronouns, because it hasn't happened yet. Now, you are hiding or deleting all the callouts we are making of this issue.

iNat: STOP pretending to be an ally, when you are NOT. You are NOT an ally to the entire LGBTQIA+ community, only the ones you seem fit to bolster your public appearance during Pride Month, while all this goes on behind the scenes. Now we are no longer allowed any "political" posts - but we are only political in our existence because politicians and others would like us literally dead....If your "politics" denies people their personhood, your "politics" are utter shyte. The *person being misgendered* was *BANNED* for being rightfully upset about it while you sat back and did nothing other than, banning them, and allowing the continued transmisia/transphobia while *many of us* stepped up to say how wrong you were, and how wrong the entire situation was. Yet, you never stood up for us, and you continue to simply squash us.

Original LGBTQIA+ thread where the misgendering starts, followed by staff tone policing and pretending both sides are equally wrong: https://forum.inaturalist.org/.../lgbtqia-and.../23565/268

New thread to "discuss" the moderation issues, which is still just transmisia, tone policing, and bad-faith arguments on the part of the staff: https://forum.inaturalist.org/.../moderation.../42122 (pretending that asking them to remove exactly two (2) posts means we want them to become a fascist surveillance state and judge literally every post anyone makes...but now they just delete & hide our posts...hmmm.....)

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As part of pride month you are actively discriminating against and attacking LGBTQIA+ members on your forum, in direct violation of your supposed policies. Despicable. Pretending to be an ally when you are actively attacking such people is an affront to the entire community.

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#iNaturalist #iNaturalist transmisia #trans #trans allies #trans ally #solidarity or drown #long post

[luvvs-1820]

Me when ddvau jimmy and scar:

(Ddvau by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 )

#ddvau #desert duo vigilante au #goodtimeswithscar #scar goodtimes #luvvs rambles #luvz #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #they make me so happy #I have violent thoughts about them #they make me want to Chuck a baby at a wall and then jump into a meatgrinder then drown myself in hand sanitizer #/pos btw #gtws

[rottmnt-residuum]

The Blitz starts Monday and updates every day till Saturday for a total of 6 updates in a week :)

Tw for the blitz: Police Brutality, Bruising, Knives, Guns, Sedation, Abduction, PTSD, Blood, Death, Drowning, Dismemberment, Major Character Death, Corpses

#the tw call #you don't see anyone being actively dismembered #but its there #also there isn't really a better word for 'in water unconscious but not dying per se' #so drowning it is #also there's a ...strike? protest? happening starting on the 30th #so while the last two updates are queued to go up during it. i wont be on durring those days at all #solidarity and all that #... i mean i could just not queue/post them but i don't want to sit on them until its over #becuase people seem to be wanting to make it indefinate? #i... don't want to stay off tumblr indefinately... :( #plus how would people know when to stop if its indefinate #i don't think news cites would cover it

[vivianquill]

This was certainly something new.

Martyn watched their new arrival from the kitchen table, having pulled up the camera feed on his laptop. Jimmy and Scott were on the other side of the counter, attempting to fix up some semblance of a meal. Really, Scott was teasing Jimmy about how cute their new arrival was, while the mer made increasingly offended protests.

But it was taking Jimmy's mind off of the fight. If you could really call it that.

Martyn had been watching the whole thing through the cameras set up in the corners of the screened-in pool, and while there thankfully hadn't been any obvious scuffles or physical violence-- one of the last mers they'd snatched away from captivity had reacted quite poorly, leaving Jim with yet another scar-- the mer had yelled at Jimmy. It'd left him quite downtrodden, and doubting whether or not they'd been right to take action this time.

They'd decided to give everyone some time to cool off, and Martyn would go down with Jim. Bless him, but Jimmy wasn't the best at explaining things or holding his ground or-- well-- he was softhearted, despite everything he'd been through.

But for now, Martyn just watched as the mer did laps around the pool, probably stretching his fins properly for the first time in weeks.

It'd pissed Martyn off, seeing the little pond the marine rescue had put him in. At least they'd tended to his injures, and fed him. Martyn and Scott had done a cursory examination, to make sure there wasn't anything that needed immediate treatment or microchips or anything of the like. Lizzie would be dropping by to give a more expert opinion, especially about the broken wrist. It'd looked mostly healed, but Martyn wanted a professional to clear it before they thought about letting the mer back out into the open ocean.

He really was gorgeous, not to mention incredibly quick and nimble. Martyn had never seen a mer who looked so much like fire before. It was one thing to know that mer could look so different from each other; it was another thing entirely to see the diversity yourself.

The mer had refused to share his name with Jimmy, so Martyn had taken to calling him 'Firecracker' in his head. Just until they could get the mer's actual name. With the way he'd attacked Scott and lunged at Martyn when they'd been retrieving him-- and then picked an argument with Jimmy the moment he woke up? It fit well enough for the time being.

Martyn looked up when Scott set a plate of food down in front of him, closing the laptop with a soft 'snap.'

"Any changes?" Scott asked, turning to grab the glasses of water from the counter as Jimmy pushed his wheelchair up to the table.

It wasn't a perfect solution to Jimmy's limitations up here on land, but they made things work. At least it let the mer have some semblance of dignity and a great deal of autonomy, rather than having to get lugged around like a sack of potatoes everywhere.

"No. Not unless you count doing laps in the pool a change." Martyn moved the computer out of the way, "After we eat I'll take him some food, maybe try and get his name, or the names and descriptions of his pod members so we can start looking for them. If this mer ended up getting beached from a storm, who knows where his pod ended up."

"I dunno Martyn. He attacked you guys, right?" Jimmy's gaze flicked to the bandages on Scott's shoulder, before it went back to Martyn, "Maybe I should take him the food, he didn't hurt me. I don't know what he might do if you guys go in there."

"He's gonna have to get used to our faces at some point." Scott rolled his eyes, "I'll come with, and we'll bring some sedatives, just in case. At the very least, he might get bored enough to talk to us."

And that was that. Jimmy still insisted on coming too, and really, two people with gills were better than one if Firecracker did get hostile.

Martyn checked the cameras before the went out, wanting to know what the mer was doing before they tried talking to him.

He was still doing laps.

If Martyn didn't know better, Firecracker looked--- anxious? It reminded him of Jimmy, back when they'd first met, when Evo had first put him on Project Glaucus. The endless looping-- it set Martyn on edge. This was more then just stretching fins after being kept in a small recovery pool. It was something desperate.

But they still needed more information. And Firecracker needed food, if he was going to keep swimming in circles like that.

Martyn's suspicions were right.

When they walked out to the pool, the mer was talking to himself. Martyn couldn't understand any of it beyond the desperate tone. He struggled with understanding merspeak when it was anything beyond some of the more basic whistles. This was slurred beyond comprehension to his ears. But the concerned look Scott and Jimmy exchanged clued him in to anything else he needed to know.

Mer were anything but solitary, Matyn had seen firsthand what sort of a toll isolation took on them.

Martyn winced, as the chittering suddenly changed into a sharp screech-- before it went quiet. The mer had overshot, and walloped himself against the wall of the pool like a falcon into glass.

Oh shoot.

Thankfully-- if you could be thankful about someone knocking the sense out of themselves-- Firecracker had hit himself against the shallow end of the pool, where it was only up to Martyn's waist.

Scott crouched on the edge with Marytn, while Jimmy unbuckled from his wheelchair and slipped down to the edge of the pool, then in. The way the mer didn't respond to the disturbance of the water worried Martyn. So-- probably pretty unwisely-- he also slipped into the water when Scott did.

Hindsight was twenty-twenty, really.

Looking back, Martyn had seen the mer shake off the hit, and instantaneous flare of fins not even a second later when he realized who was in the water surrounding him. It wasn't the smartest idea to corner a disorientated and aggressive mer. He'd shoved off the wall in an explosion of movement-- straight at Martyn.

Martyn was just glad that he'd had some semblance of breath control training, and the clarity of mind to get a full lungful of air before he'd gotten yanked under.

What happened next was a flurry of mer-speak and bubbles, as he was dragged to the deepest corner of the pool, a pissed off and posturing mer holding him hostage in a headlock with one arm twisted so far up behind his back that it wouldn't take much more than one bad jostle to pop it out of it's socket.

Martyn was simply focused on holding his breath and trying to control his heartrate. The last thing he needed right now was to start drowning.

Oh, and he was slowly moving his free arm down to where there was an injector tucked into his waistband for easy access. He trusted Scott and Jimmy to keep the mer from ripping his throat out or noticing what he was doing.

It seemed like an hour passed, before Martyn felt the mer's grip loosen on his arm enough for him to dare retaliate.

Both the injector and his breath were knocked away from Martyn in the same moment, the later coming out in a rush of bubbles as Jimmy yanked Martyn away from Firecracker and up to the surface. Martyn saw a flash of blue as Scott tackled the other mer, keeping him from pursuing.

Martyn felt like he coughed up half the pool's contents-- and swallowed the rest of it-- by the time he'd caught his breath.

There was blood in the water.

He evidentially hadn't managed to get the full dose of sedatives into the mer, as he was still fighting against both Jimmy and Scott. All he could hear was an unholy shrieking, overlaid with other merspeak as the thrashing started to slow and Martyn could parse more of what was going on.

Jimmy was the one pinning the mer this time, canary yellow scales pressed to bright red as Jimmy held him shoved against the wall. Scott was the one bleeding. Again.

Martyn still couldn't understand what was being said.

It was quite frustrating, actually, being unable to know what was going on. Merspeak didn't travel too well from water to air, and Martyn was only semi-fluent. He'd never had to learn what those particular whistles meant, cause he'd never needed to before now.

But it looked like the situation was being handled at least. Martyn let himself flop back down to the concrete, a good arms-length from the pool so he couldn't be dragged back in easily. Everything else could be handled in a minute.

Right now he just needed a moment to breathe.

#martyn itlw #jimmy solidarity #tango tek #scott smajor #team rancher au #viviwrites #emberfish au #wow this one is long. #oopsies i guess. #dont mind me #i am once again begging for asks #tw sedatives #tw blood #tw drowning #the ranchers are still fighting. #oops #my hand slipped #does this count as whumptober? #probably #ah welp #hope you enjoy

[electrosquash]

I wish US Americans would at least specify the country their PSA posts are relevant to. If not tag them something i can filter. I don't need to get alarmed over new t-mobile fines only to dig out the keyword "all 50 states" at the bottom of a unsourced un-alttexted screenshot making the rounds. I only have so much care in a day and i'd rather use it for stuff actually relevant to me.

#if only it was one notorious poster that i could block. this stuff is everywhere. and it's drowning out actually relevant information. #if only it was one notorious poster that i could block. but no. us news is everywhere and unfilterable and drowning out everything else. #us centrism #ok to rb maybe it will change something. #i swear everyone else manages to have a tag for their local stuff. #and no i am not talking about things that require international solidarity. i am talking about t-mobile fines in this one instance. of many #it's especially bad with legal advice!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

words pale to express how much I hate macron at this point

#thoughts #my grandmother was sent home with an unexamined broken bone #because she is old so not a priority and the public services are fucking drowning #then obviously she fell again and broke two more and got open wounds #then she was taken in and stored in a *corridor* for days #and the operation on her shoulder is being stalled because they have zero openings #AND THIS BITCH is out there speaking of cutting 10 billion more funding for hospitals #you are selling us to private US interests like there is no tomorrow #forbidding us from protesting for our rights and maiming and killing your own citizen when we try #gassing up the far right to try and win by comparaison EVEN THOUGH you do the EXACT same thing as them AND criminalizing the left #pussying out of saying you 100% support Israel when this is actually what's happening because you're a coward #AND prepping us for a war with russia that I'm fairly sure has nothing to do with genuine solidarity with ukraine #but far more with the european political chessboard and your own mark upon history because that's the kind of person you are #and doing your little ego parade for the olympics as though this should in any way shape of form be the priority right now??? #as if it's not unbelievably dangerous given the current state of the world?? #I want to eat a wall every time I see him on my screen #I am. very angry about many things at the moment. :)

[je11y-f1sh]

seabling disagreements

#empires smp #empires season 1 #jimmy solidarity #ldshadowlady #seablings #i hope everyone enjoys this really good video #sinjin drowning

[writer-room]

Drowned Rats

AO3

Jimmy can't let anyone but Scott know he killed the Gardener. So, obviously, it's a very good idea to swim out into the middle of the pond and get the Gardener's hat back, because then someone might ask questions. Clearly, this was evidence of foul play, and Jimmy would be as good as caught.

Scott just wants to beat him over the head.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“I don’t know how we’re expected to keep this a secret.”

“No one will know.”

“They’re gonna know.”

“How would they—?”

“There is a hat right there, Jimmy.”

Jimmy paused, looking where Scott was pointing to. Sure enough, there was the Gardener’s hat floating silently in the water. Out of all the things, that had to float.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Jimmy muttered, glaring down at the water, then at the hat, and groaning dramatically. “They won’t know.” He said firmly, and with that, waded back into the pond.

“You’re not getting an entire hat out.” Scott sighed, rather loudly.

“I can,” Jimmy asserted, standing in the shallows, “and I will.”

He pushed off into the deeper ends, water riding right up to his shoulders. He knew how, so it was fine. His safety vest pulled at him, but he’d swam in it earlier, and he’d do it again. 

“You’re going to sink.” Scott called, entirely unhelpful, and very unworried.

“I am not—”

Turning one’s head, combined with swimming, was not a good combination, as he’s learned. Because as soon as Jimmy tried, he promptly started sinking, and got a mouthful of water.

Scott cackled as Jimmy fumbled to cough up the water and resume his paddling. He resorted to thinking some rude words in his head as he swam closer to the hat, experimentally trying to place a paw on it and climb up.

It was made of straw, kinda like Scott’s, though his was also weaved with twigs and dry grass, and this one was much sturdier. But, alas, he weighed a whole pound, and it was still only a straw hat. So when he tried to climb onto it, he instead sunk back into the water, taking the edge of the hat with him.

Not as quick as the last sinking, but sinking all the same.

“It’s not worth it, Jimmy.” He heard Scott distantly from the shore. “The safety rat isn’t being very safe right now—”

“I,” Jimmy cut in, climbing a little further up the sinking edge of the hat and glaring back, “am being extremely safe! This is very safe!”

The rim under his foot promptly gave out, and he flunked right back into the pond.

He could hear laughing above the surface, already deciding he was going to shove Scott in when he got out. Maybe make him have to beg to replace the Gardener, that’d show him.

He turned in the water, sinking his teeth into the rim of the hat. He began swimming back, kicking out his limbs and lashing his tail like a propeller. 

It was…well, more difficult than he anticipated. The hat was heavy, his vest was also heavy, and he had to strain to keep his nose out of the water so he could keep breathing.

He was panting after only a few seconds, sparing a glance back to see if he was any closer. He swore he already crossed most of pond by this time, hadn’t he?

Nope, still had a ways to go, and a smug Scott watching with crossed arms. Bastard.

Jimmy gritted his teeth and kicked harder.

He had to push up every now and again, heart rate spiking when his head started to go under. His snout would still stick free, but it unnerved him. He wasn’t sure why having a nose free and a head buried was more worrying than when all of it was under.

He thought he could hear Scott talking, but there was too much water in his ears for him to hear much. He just grunted, hoping it got the message across as he gave the hat another tug. This was awful, he should be at shore already, why did the Gardener have to go and sink in the middle of the pond?

One of his kicks didn’t get as much force as he wanted, and he tipped a little to the side. He scrambled with it, jaws clinging tightly around the hat as he paddled closer to the surface.

Was it always this hard to breathe? His nose was free, he could breathe. Maybe he just needed bigger breaths? He tried taking in one through his nose as he kept his corner of the hat from getting too drenched, and in turn nearly inhaled a whole cup of water when he couldn’t swim as high over the surface as he wanted.

Oh, so he couldn’t breathe, that’s nice. Okay, okay, just-just swim up a little higher. Kick harder, just kick harder—

Something hit his shoulder.

Jimmy jumped, wheezing, and fully expecting to see a giant fish trying to eat him. His sister said she once knew a rat who had a neighbor that was swallowed by a huge bass, it could happen.

Instead, he saw blue-gray fur, with no hat to accompany it, and a dark glare.

“Sooc?” He muffled around the hat.

Scott just shouldered him, grasping the hat between his teeth. He pushed back in the same movement, tugging the hat at a much faster pace than Jimmy had been going at.

He let go, if only because he didn’t want to get in Scott’s way, clearly, and looked back.

Shore was pretty close now, actually. He didn’t realize he was making a break for it until his feet were already scraping the shallow bottom.

He took a deep inhale when he was finally standing in the shallows, shaking his head.

He quickly turned back to the pond, relaxing only when he saw Scott had just reached the shallows himself, yanking the hat. Once his feet had a steady place on the muddy bottom, he released the hat and began pulling it with his paws instead, face scrunched in annoyed concentration.

The shame pricked at Jimmy, then. He was that close to shore, and he was, what, freaking out over a bit of water in his nose? Good grief, he could’ve made it, even with his horrible swimming. Could’ve had it over in barely a second, but no, he had to be all dramatic about it, and Scott had swum out to help him.

He ducked his head when Scott turned to look at him. Just muttered under his breath and hurried over, kicking up small waves as he approached and grabbed a different corner of the hat. He still kept his eyes down as he pulled it further into shore, even if he noticed his arms shaking with the effort. Fields, he was tired.

“You know,” Scott muttered, “it would’ve been a lot easier if you weren’t wearing the vest.”

Jimmy bristled, glowering over at him. “The vest was not the—where’s your overalls.”

It came out more of a statement than a question, a staring. Scott rolled his eyes, jerking his head back in a gesture as he gave another heave of the hat.

Jimmy followed it, looking towards the shore. 

He could see Scott’s hat resting on the dry ground just behind them. Underneath it was a heap of blue overalls, crumpled due to the lack of time to neatly fold them.

“Not a good idea to swim with heavy cloth.” Scott grunted behind him.

“Vests aren’t as heavy as overalls.” Jimmy mumbled, ducking when Scott nearly pulled the hat overtop of him. He decided it was best to get out of his way entirely, crawling up onto the shore while Scott yanked the hat the rest of the way. 

He stumbled a bit when he did, legs nearly giving out entirely. He hadn’t strained himself that much, had he?

Scott pulled until a small edge of the hat was on land, and once sure it was secure enough it wouldn’t drift away again, crawled up onto the grass himself.

Jimmy cringed back as Scott got onto all fours and shook himself off, spraying droplets everywhere. He didn’t resist a snort when it wound up making Scott’s now-damp fur all puffy and tangled.

“You look like a wet dust bunny.” He said, because his mouth sometimes didn’t keep up with his brain.

“Yeah?” Scott looked him up and down, very judgingly. “You look like a drowned…something.” He muttered, standing up and attempting to brush off any lingering droplets.

The poppy petals by his right ear were gone. Probably fell out while he was swimming, since it wasn’t with the rest of his stuff.

Well, that shame was turning pretty quickly into guilt now, wasn’t it?

“I, uh,” Jimmy fiddled his paws together, “you didn’t need to do that, I was pretty close—”

“You were drowning.” Scott said bluntly, combing a paw over his ear. “Or, well, you looked rough. We already have a dead human in the pond,” He said, getting droplets on his paw and flicking them in Jimmy’s face, “we don't need a dead rat.”

“He’s not in the pond anymore,” Jimmy huffed, which was unneeded, he’s sure Scott remembered when he told him, “and I wasn’t dying.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Scott shrugged, drawing up his tail and frowning at it. “Fields around, I hate water.” He groaned.

“Don’t gardens need water?” Jimmy asked, opening and closing his paws a few times before deciding to turn to grab Scott’s stuff, as much as his legs protested.

“Yeah, in watering cans and bottles.” Scott scoffed, wringing out his tail. “Floods are a pain unless you’ve got wheat or rice.”

“Guess they’re special.” Jimmy hummed, mentally jotting that down for later, reaching for his hat.

“Do not touch that.” Scott hissed, and Jimmy froze. “You’re soaking wet. I didn’t go through all that effort just for you to ruin them.”

“I’m…pretty sure this was meant to sustain water?” Jimmy tried, but he obediently retracted his paws. The vest was starting to feel uncomfortably solid over his shoulders.

“I’m still drier than you.” Scott said, lashing his tail against the ground a few times before walking over. “Speaking of which, please sit down, you look ready to fall over.”

“I’m fine.” Jimmy protested, whose legs were, in fact, shaking even more violently.

Scott stood up a bit straighter, stopping before Jimmy. He gave him an unimpressed look before placing a paw on his chest, still wet, and Jimmy blinked down at it, surprised.

“Down.” Scott commanded, giving a push.

Jimmy’s knees were weak traitors, because upon a harsher shove, he did, indeed, fall down. He squeaked when his legs gave out, sitting awkwardly on his tail. Scott had a self-righteous look, the prick, giving him a lighter shove as a sort of stay there gesture, then turning to pick up his overalls.

“This is no way to treat the safety rat.” Jimmy protested, electing to stay there and crossing his arms. Maybe he was a little tired.

“What, going to drown me if I don’t listen?” Scott teased, shaking out his overalls as a few petals drifted to the ground. “Is that how safe you are?”

“It was an accident!” Jimmy protested, throwing his paws in the air. “You think I could do that on purpose?”

“Fair enough.” Scott relented. “The hat wasn’t worth it. Just so you’re aware.”

“They would’ve asked questions.” Jimmy insisted, twitching an ear as he glanced back to the Gardener’s hat, still sitting peacefully. He hesitated for a moment, slid his eyes over to Scott putting one leg through his overalls. “...thanks, though.”

“Don’t make it a habit.” Scott said simply, popping his foot through. “Also, I’m chewing off some of the pieces. Could use the weaving to stabilize some things.” He said, squinting at the Gardener’s hat, still with only one leg through his clothes. “And maybe use it for bedding. Yeah, I could use some bedding.” He nodded to himself.

“Do whatever you want with it.” Jimmy waved it off. “So long the others don’t find it. Actually,” He backtracked, “I-I might want it for bedding, too. Just in-in the future.”

“You don’t even have a den. Aren’t you trying to freeload off Martyn?”

“Classified,” Jimmy said hurriedly, to which Scott rolled his eyes and slipped his other leg through the pant leg. 

“You’re the most dangerous rat I know.” Scott muttered, hopping a bit to pull his overalls up further. “And we know Oli.”

“And the rat who keeps saying he’ll eat people.” Jimmy added, a bit defensively. “I feel like he’s more dangerous.”

“Nah, it’s you.” Scott brushed him off. “At least he hasn’t eaten anyone we know, so we can’t prove it. And he didn’t kill a human.”

“Accident!”

“Sure it was.” Scott taunted, pushing the straps over his shoulders. “Anyway, I’m getting the driest parts of the hat.”

“Yeah,” Jimmy sighed with a nod, “yeah, that’s fair.”

“It’s beyond fair.” Scott scoffed, picking up his hat and readjusting it over his head. “Also, seriously, dry yourself off on something. You’re going to catch a cold.”

“I don’t get sick.” Jimmy said, turning his nose up and away. “That’s how safe I am.”

“My mother used to say that sniffles hated those who weren’t afraid to get filthy, which was why the messier rats down the hill didn’t get sick.” Scott commented, slowly removing his paws from his hat, testing if it was acceptable. “She regretted it when one of my brothers decided this was a good excuse to never clean after himself, and I kept digging in the dirt, but I think it worked out.”

“Then I’m still the safest.” Jimmy sniffed. “I stay clean.”

“Sure, Jimmy.” Scott flicked out his tail, smacking it lightly against his side and making him jump. “Hope the hat was worth it.”

Jimmy lowered his head under it, ears pressing down. He wasn’t sure if Scott was watching him or not, but he did watch Scott’s feet walk by him as he went back to the hat. Presumably to drag it further out of the water.

He hesitated for a moment, tapping his tail tip against the ground. He then nodded to himself, lifting his head again and turning to watch Scott doing just what he expected.

“I’m sorry about your flower.” He finally said.

“My—? Oh,” Scott raised a paw to his ear, now missing its petals, “it—yeah, it’s fine,” Scott waved dismissively, turning away again, “they don’t last that long—”

“I’ll get you another.” Jimmy decided, already sitting up straighter at the prospect. “It was a poppy, right? I’ll find a new one, I’m sure there’s got to be some in the garden.”

Scott gave him a surprised blink, tail twitching. Jimmy just lifted his head more, jutting out his muzzle defiantly.

“Of all the things,” Scott chuckled after a moment, shaking his head, “the flower? Really?”

“Is—” Jimmy faltered, “is there something else you want—?”

“I already got my hat payment.” Scott said, patting the hat in question. 

“And the Gardener position!” 

“I’ll gladly take the poppy offer, though.” Scott continued over him. “Within four to five business days, yeah?” He teased.

“Sooner.” Jimmy said quickly, allowing a small smile as he tried to get back up. “Two to three days. Maybe even one.”

“Incredible service you’ve got here.” Scott joked, tilting his head. “Come help me with this if you’re not gonna fall over, then.”

“I am, I am,” Jimmy chuckled, and though his legs still shook, he hurried over to Scott’s side to help him pull the hat out more. Get it drier faster, and all that.

“After this,” Scott added, leaning far back into his pulling, nearly entirely horizontal, “you’re seriously getting dry. I mean it. Lay in the sun, or something. You look like a bad sneeze away from mange.”

“Mange?” Jimmy sputtered.

“Your fur is patching weird.” Scott shrugged. “You might be mistaken for Oli.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll dry!” Jimmy huffed, getting a barking laugh out of Scott.

Jimmy did not smile at it, because he was being mocked, and he didn’t laugh at such things. But he chose not to fight on it, and kept a good sport about it, so there. If he had to look like he was having fun, so be it. That’s what it was.

And, true to his word, because he always was, Scott got the driest parts of the hat to chew away. Jimmy bundled up the rest and dragged it off to the hollow hidden under the brambles he’d found a few days ago, stashing it there for the time being for him to chew up into smaller pieces so nobody would ask questions.

And if he still had sniffles two days later, an armful of poppy petals in his paws as he nearly tripped over his own tail while offering them to Scott, then maybe it was worth it. Even if he got laughed at.

Not that Scott would know, of course. Then he’d never hear the end of it.

#rats smp #mcyt #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #rats #fear of drowning #its brief #swimming #fluff #domestic #fear #safety rat #ao3 #fanfic #talking #poppy #poppy flowers #pond #the gardener #hats

[hetapeep41]

The Top Gun Saga continues...

Scar will never forget that Timmy

#goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #mcc #mcc20 #mcc21 #mcc lime llamas #lime llamas #solidarity gaming #solidarity #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #drowned duo #scar #good times with scar

[ask-bayfire]

Pookie anon is scary wtf 😭

-🧹

I know right? What a freak~

#creepypasta #tata #time and time again #benil #ben drowned #benilos #creepypasta au #ask-bayfire #askblog #bayfire #solidarity #bitch anon

[rjalker]

[ID: A photo with a black border of a hand-painted cardboard sign that reads, "It costs less money to house the homeless than it does to persecute them!"

The "money" is represented by two dollar symbols, and "less money" is painted green, with yellow lines for emphasis radiating out from the dollar symbols.

The words "house the homeless" are in block letters that are painted white on the inside.

The word "persecute" is painted in red, and underlined for emphasis.

#solidarity or drown #house the homeless #feed the hungry #classism #described images #wrath month

[indigodreames]

prompts for asking favors / @lattehearted can you grab it from the top shelf? i can't reach. - Alondra and Mon! Witches and tea shop/bakery owners unite

"Sure thing!" Mon's quick to STOP what he's doing to grab what Alondra needed on the top shelf. He's pointing to things so he can make sure he grabs EXACTLY what she needed. When he finally found it he grabbed it off the shelf and handed it to her. "Is that all you needed? Do you need me to grab anything ELSE?" He feels the need to ask since he's already helped her. "So, what are you doin' with this? Making a new tea blend? Or somethin' else?" He asked curiously as he looked over what he'd given her and wondering what it would be used for.

#lattehearted #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #our witchy babes with their own shops solidarity love to see it :'))

[ham1lton]

fight for this love.

pairings: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

warnings: nothing!

faceclaim: bella hadid.

summary: jude meets you at a promotional event for a brand you both have a deal with. after the first meeting, he’s smitten, but there is a problem. he never got your number.

— part three of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

liked by gucci, judesgf and 1,028,728 others.

vogue: gucci’s newest ambassador, footballer jude bellingham, spills the beans (no pun intended) on his fav outfit combo, his ideal type and his favourite kebab place back home in birmingham.

user1: NEED HIM SO BAD 😍😍😍😩😩😩

user8: brb going to buy out gucci rn.

user7: WAIT…. his ideal type???

-> user9: it’s lowkey kind of boring. specific but not specific. he says he loves girls who are focused, smart and have good relationships with their friends and family.

-> user7: check, check and CHECK 😩 brb calling up my deadbeat dad rq just for u jude 😘😍

user6: gucci king we love him.

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liked by yourbffname, oscarpiastri and 1,237,665 others.

yourusername: gucci loves me and i love gucci ♥︎ thank u to the whole gucci team for having me alongside the other ambassadors at today’s event! it was so much fun!

oscarpiastri: you had the entire gucci catalogue to choose from and you still chose to dress like an ailing grandfather.

-> yourusername: drip or drown baby!

-> oscarpiastri: you’re the latter.

user1: i met you today at the gucci event!! you were so sweet. i was the one who gave u the bracelet! 🫶🏼

-> yourusername: yes!! thank u sm!! it was so cute and matched my outfit so well. i’m still wearing it!

logansargeant: when are you hooking me up with free gucci 🤨😒 we’ve been friends for more than a decade ms l/n….

-> yourusername: lemme work my magic 🙈✨

user78: she should have been a model instead of a formula one driver!! so pretty!! that bone structure 🤤

user7: did you see jude looking at her throughout the whole damn event? omg. he’s down bad.

-> user63: bro was simping 😭 i don’t blame him. i mean… it’s y/n.

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liked by oscarpiastri, yourbffname and 1,237,765 others.

judebellingham: took these pics last night. whoever my midnight muse was, please message me.

oscarpiastri: i know her mate. it’s landonorris.

-> landonorris: yes ‘tis i, your gucci girl 🥰

logansargeant: it’s yourusername, man. thank you for this. now she’ll stop talking about you in the gc 🙄🙄

-> user7: american and british solidarity.

user8: need a man willing to do a worldwide search for me.

-> user26: commit a crime, flee and you’ll get a whole fleet of men doing that for you <3

user12: oh to be jude bellingham’s midnight muse.

user90: how does bro not know the current world champion and first female f1 driver to break many barriers in the sport?? like she’s a household name 😭

-> user25: chronically offline 😭

yourusername: hi!! it’s me! these photos are gorgeous! yes, please message me <3 also ignore oscar, logan and lando in your comments please. they have no home training.

-> logansargeant: you could have stopped me if you had given me the gucci u promised 🤨

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liked by judebellingham, ynswifey and 1,272,892 others.

yourusername: i felt like my paddock outfit just wasn’t appreciated enough today.

oscarpiastri: this is all you post after your win?

-> yourusername: i put a lot of effort into this outfit! only charles said something. 😔

-> oscarpiastri: wow! y/n! jeans and a t-shirt! revolutionary!

-> yourusername: i’m gonna pretend that wasn’t sarcastic 😝🥰

user728: oscar doesn’t see the vision. this is super cute!!

user267: her posting this after she just hard launched her relationship with jude?!

-> user128: like girlie straight up jumped and kissed him after her win and hasn’t even acknowledged it???

judebellingham: u look so good.

-> user682: you couldn’t have texted her this shit? lmaoooooo.

user516: i appreciated it!!

-> yourusername: i love u sm 🫶🏼😍

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liked by ynsgf, zendaya and 1,727,982 others.

yourusername: tried to find out if blondes do truly have more fun. answer tbd.

— 📸 creds - my bf.

judebellingham: that’s ME in the caption btw.

-> yourusername: we know babe 😁🥰😝

gucci: i guess we’re matchmakers now?

-> logansargeant: YASSS 😩 now can i get free gucci or no 🤨

-> oscarpiastri: crazy emoji use man 😭 is it ever that serious.

judebellingham: i love you so much.

-> yourusername: love u forever. glad to be urs. 💕🫶🏻

user1: she ate this down we love a bad bitch and her supportive bf!

user71: him flying her out after she wins the championship!!! we love this for her!!

user16: why can’t i have a hot gf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…

-> user72: why can’t i have a hot bf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…

user68: we love a blonde moment!

-> yourusername: halfway through our holiday, i saw zendaya, rihanna and beyoncé go blonde and got extreme fomo.

-> judebellingham: she made me dye it. i was terrified.

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author’s note: reader here is heavily based off of what it would have been if nepo!sis reader was the driver instead of o/s but in that universe, she never would have dated lando. so… small blessings ig?

#jayde’s works ☆ #ham1lton 500 ☾ #f1 smau #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #football x reader #jude bellingham smau #jude bellingham fluff

[sadprose-auroras]

On Top – Hazel Callahan x reader

Hi! I have been able to think of literally nothing else but this character, so I simply had to. Shoutout to all the incredible writers who have been doing the lord’s work writing for Hazel already, you’re all amazing <3 I just had to add my little contribution.

Content: mild violence, sexual themes and making out, cursing, out of practise writing, no use of y/n.

Summary: Cheerleader!reader and Hazel have the hots for each other. Other stuff contextualises that, but it’s not as interesting. That’s about it. Please let me know if you enjoy! Word count: 4.4k

You first heard about the club when PJ and Josie approached you in the hallway as you were searching desperately for a book in your locker.

“Where is it?” you mumbled to yourself, when the pair came up behind you suddenly.

“Hey!”

You yelped in surprise, whipping around.

“Oh, hi. PJ. Josie.” You smiled. You weren’t particularly close with the two best friends, but you were friendly. Josie, more so. It wasn’t hard to be a little annoyed when you saw PJ treat Hazel the way she did. Okay, so maybe it infuriated you. Sure, your immense crush on Hazel might have had something to do with it, but nobody deserved to be tossed aside carelessly like that.

“What’s up? Um, we have a proposition for you,” Josie said. You frowned.

“Okay, what is it?” You were suddenly a little nervous.

“We think there is a serious lack of female solidarity at this school,” said PJ.

“Agreed,” you nodded. And you really did.

“So we’ve started this women’s, uh, like, um, solidarity club, to help us, y’know, come together, beat the patriarchy, learn to defend ourselves, it’s in the gym after school if you feel like coming along?” PJ asked.

“That actually sounds great.” You were excited. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly terrified of everything that was going on.

“Really? Great! And we were thinking that maybe you could bring along, y’know, some of your friends? Like- oh gosh, for example, Brittany and Isabel? Or-or- any of your, y’know fellow cheerleaders.”

You suppressed a smile. They were so not obvious. But you were down. Although you were considered fairly popular being a cheerleader, you were keen to hang out with some other girls. It felt like nobody truly understood you.

“I make no promises about Brittany and Isabel but I’ll ask! I’ll see you guys then,” you smiled, closing your locker. The bell rang, and you said your goodbyes as you headed off to class. You gave up on finding your book. Classes were weirdly short at your school, anyway.

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It didn’t take much convincing to get your friends to join you. Isabel was immediately excited about the club, and Brittany, bless her soul, followed Isabel anywhere she went. Your shoes awkwardly squeaked on the gym floor as the three of you walked in and approached the group. All eyes turned to the three of you, some sitting, some standing, and a silence fell among everyone. You cleared your throat, speaking up first.

“Hey, this is the women’s solidarity club, right? We want to join.”

To your surprise, Hazel was the first to bound over and smile. Your heartbeat rapidly increased and your cheeks warmed, so you quickly looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey you guys, come on in! We were just about to start-“

“Trust exercises.” Josie interrupted.

“Wrestling- wrestling each other.” PJ said at the same time, her eyes locked on Brittany. “It’s a fight club, actually.” You frowned. Surely if you were going to start a club, you’d have a clear picture of what it was going to be first? They seemed to have no idea what they were doing.

Your friend seemed completely ignorant, or at the least unphased by PJ’s crush on her. Hazel cleared her throat, and you felt a surge of sympathy for the girl. Not that you would ever tell her that. You could barely look at her without melting into a puddle. Her big, dreamy eyes that you could pretty much drown in. Her smooth-as-honey voice. Her radiant smile. The way she was so sweet to everyone, even if they didn’t deserve it. How she was simultaneously so sure of herself, seemingly so confident. Her floppy hair that was always getting in her eyes, and just looked so soft that you always wanted to just reach out and-

Oh shit. You were definitely staring now. You looked away quickly, heart racing.

“We’re not supposed to talk about th-“ Josie mumbled to PJ. “It’s a self defence club,” she explained to the group. “Come on,” she gestured, and you all gathered in a circle, sitting down. Hazel sat next to you, and you had never been so aware of somebody’s physical presence before. All you needed to do was move your leg over a few inches and hers would be touching yours. You were vaguely aware of PJ explaining that you were going to practise defending yourselves against each other, but you were only half listening. You were too busy staring at Hazel’s knee. It was so close to yours. You were snapped out of your thoughts by her knee nudging yours. You looked up at Hazel, mortified that you were caught out.

“That’s you,” Hazel said.

“Huh? What? Oh,” you laughed nervously, putting two-and-two together. Josie had said your name. You gulped. You really didn’t want to go first. Surely fighting each other was counterintuitive for solidarity? You sat up, moving to the middle of the circle.

“And um… Hazel.” Josie said. Your eyes widened. You particularly didn’t want to fight her. What if you hurt her?

“Right, okay,” Hazel chuckled awkwardly, standing up to move into the middle as well. You smiled at each other nervously and began circling each other.

“C’mon!” someone shouted.

“Hit each other!” somebody else yelled even louder. Your heart racing, you took a step forward, swinging your fist, nowhere near as hard as you could have, cringing as you did so. Hazel, thankfully, ducked, and you missed. Continuing to circle each other, you both laughed nervously.

The group shouted encouragements, egging you both on. Hazel swung this time as you attempted to dodge. You didn’t quite move fast enough though, and her fist made contact with your cheekbone. You bit back a smile. It was not okay how much you enjoyed it.

“Get her, Hazel! Slay queen!” Sylvie shouted, as she swung again, and this time you ducked quickly. Using the opportunity, you thought you’d better try again, and attempted a right hook, cringing internally when your fist made contact. Hazel smiled. She actually smiled.

“Nice one,” she said, hitting you again, knocking you down onto your back. Amidst the shock, you were vaguely aware of your lip bleeding from where Hazel’s ring made contact. Before you could move to get up, she was on top of you, hips straddling yours, pinning down your wrists. The way her body was pressed against yours made your head spin and your breath quicken. Not to mention the throbbing between your thighs. Your cheer skirt had ridden up in the process, and it was difficult not to notice the only thing covering you were the thin bike shorts underneath.

“Ready to give up yet?” she asked, smirking. You smiled, using all of your strength to push her off you, the two of you rolling over so now you were on top of her. There was something about this particular situation that was making you so much more brave then usual.

“Definitely not,” you replied. There was a bit of back and forth as you rolled around, eventually ending up on your back, Hazel on top of you. Not that you were complaining. The soft noises she made, grunting and groaning as you fought, were possibly the hottest sounds you had ever heard in your entire life. It made you wonder what she sounded if they were noises of pleasure, instead of pain, if she might moan in delight if you were to kiss her neck, if you were to be between her legs, how she would gasp-

“Hazel wins!”

Oh fuck. Your train of thought had absolutely distracted you. You literally had forgotten to keep fighting back, too busy enjoying yourself. Hazel stood up, the loss of the feeling of her against you a large disappointment. You picked yourself up as well, wincing at the pain. Hazel was looking pretty worse for wear as well, blood dripping from her nose, hair mused. You vaguely wondered if it was normal to find it incredibly sexy.

“Well done,” you said, as she reached out to shake your hand. God, she was so endearing. You tried to ignore how much sweat had pooled on your palms.

“You too,” she said, “you were amazing.”

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The next few weeks in the club were truly amazing. Despite the fighting being the thing to bring all of you together, you really felt like you had bonded with every single one of the girls more than you could have imagined. There was a beauty in the trust you put in each other’s hands to be that violent with each other.

More than anything, you felt closer to Hazel. You could actually speak to her without feeling like you were going to explode with anxiety, instead wanting to explode with affection. The pair of you had developed a habit of sitting next to one another, and after every meeting you would hang around after everyone else had left, caught up in conversation. Those small moments were such a safe space, they felt electric; you felt like you could tell her anything and she would listen. And vice versa.

Well. Almost anything.

The two of you were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the gym floor, facing each other. You couldn’t even remember how long ago everyone else had left.

“I dunno, I just feel like this is the first time I’ve had actual, real, friends in school, you know?” Hazel said. The sadness in her eyes and twitch in her brow made you want to scream, to grab the shoulders of anyone who didn’t want to be her friend and ask what the fuck was fundamentally wrong with them.

You nodded sympathetically.

“Me too. I mean, I love Brittany and Isabel, but we didn’t even talk about anything that wasn’t cheer or schoolwork or petty relationship drama until we joined the club. Now we talk about real things.”

“That’s so great,” Hazel said softly, turning your insides to mush.

“You’re so great,” you breathed out quickly, gently placing your hand on her leg before you could think. You cleared your throat, drawing your hand back and placing it back in your lap, clasping your hands together.

“Thank you,” she said your name, and you fought the urge to melt into the floor at the way your name passed through her lips.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you both whipped your heads to see who it was. PJ wandered in, and you stiffened.

“Hey, I left my backpack.” She jogged up, grabbing it off the ground and swinging it onto her shoulder. “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, possibly a little too defensively.

“Yeah, just talking,” Hazel said, standing up. You basically deflated with disappointment.

“We still on for tonight? I really need some help,” PJ said to Hazel expectedly, and she nodded in response.

“Yeah, for sure. See you later,” she smiled at you, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

“Bye guys,” you waved, waiting until they left to lay down on the floor and groan.

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“PJ, you’re a liar!”

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so…”

The pain on Hazel’s face was evident. She looked like a kicked puppy. Your blood boiled. How dare PJ say that, after everything Hazel had done for her? Enough was enough. You shot up, stalking over to PJ, rage burning inside of you. With one swift movement, you swung your fist right to the centre of her face, knocking her clean onto the floor.

It suddenly dawned on you what you had done. All of your friends watched in shock, mouths hanging open. Nervously, you turned around, Hazel gazing at you in shock.

“I-uh-“ you stuttered, utterly humiliated. Before you could apologise to PJ for taking it too far, before anyone could say anything, Hazel darted off, the doors shutting loudly behind her.

“PJ, I’m sorry, I-“ you stuttered out to the girl still laying on the floor, before taking off after Hazel.

“Haze, wait!” You followed her figure out the gym, down the hallway, around a corner, and into the toilets.

You entered, taking a deep breath. Hazel was leaning against the sink, chewing on her fingernails.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was uncalled for. I know you don’t need me to stand up for you, and I know you like PJ, and that was so not my place, and-“ you said quickly. “I’m just really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” Hazel sighed. “You were incredible. I should be thanking you, really.”

“Oh.” You took a small step forward, hands clasped behind your back.

“I don’t like PJ, by the way,” she shook her head, chuckling. Your stomach rolled and dipped.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly.

“I just hear the way she speaks to you, and I don’t know, I think you deserve better than that,” you shrugged.

“I know I do,” she said, shuffling back and forth nervously. “I just always want to see the best in people, I guess.”

“I love that about you,” you said quickly, without thinking. Blood rushed to your cheeks. You were getting dangerously close to confessing the entirety of your feelings for her. She was the one who made you feel brave. Hazel looked away shyly at this, grinning. God, she was beautiful. You took a moment to admire her.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t be self-assured and brave at the same time,” you continued. “Really, I’ve always thought that you seem so confident.”

“I’m not as brave as I could be,” she said quietly, scanning your face. “As you.” She inched ever so closer to you. Her eyes were burning into yours, making you feel positively dizzy. “There’s so many things I wish I could do, but I just… don’t have the confidence.” Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke.

“Like what?” you asked, nibbling at your bottom lip. You didn’t even remember when you got this close to each other, all you had to do was lean forward just a bit and you would be-

“Oh my god, Hazel are you okay?” the door swung open, and you both jumped back.

“Y-yeah, thanks Josie,” Hazel replied, her adorable face reddening. “It was a wake-up call, if I’m honest.”

“Between you and me, PJ had it coming,” Josie said, placing her hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her gratefully. “Someone had to do it. I really think she’ll come to her senses and realise that she needs to treat you better, Hazel.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I don’t even care that much anymore,” she shrugged, stealing a glance at you. Your breath quickened.

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It took a few weeks, but everything pretty much went back to normal. PJ was genuinely showing Hazel how sorry she was, appreciating all of the work she did for the club. You and PJ were fine, as well. You forgave each other. Meetings went back to normal, and you found yourself constantly grateful for the group of strong, brave, kind-hearted, supportive girls.

You were currently sitting on your bed, books sprawled out in front of you, ‘studying.’ Okay, so maybe you weren’t entirely concentrating on science homework. Maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t get a certain brunette out of the forefront of your mind. Particularly a certain near-kiss incident. You always presumed there was no way she liked you, that she liked PJ, but now you weren’t sure. Would she have kissed you if you hadn’t been interrupted? Your doorbell rang, and you sighed in relief at the distraction from your rumination. Being home alone, you went down your stairs, heading towards the door and opening it before checking who it was. Nothing could have prepared you to see Hazel standing there, looking incredibly nervous and incredibly adorable. She was wearing a back and white shirt paired with a black vest that should have been illegal to look that good in.

“Hey!” you said, perhaps a little too cheerfully. “What are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

She grinned that smile of hers that you swear could cure any disease.

“Yeah, thanks. Just came to see you, if that’s okay? I know it’s a bit weird, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” You shook your head as she wiped her feet before entering, and you shut the door behind her.

“Just studying. So boring. I’m grateful for the distraction,” you chuckled. And you truly were grateful. It’s as if all your worries and anxieties about Hazel disappeared as soon as she was in front of you. Because it was just Hazel. Your Hazel. Your friend. And no matter what, you loved her. And you knew she cared for you, romantic or not. And that wasn’t going to change.

“Look, I-“ she started, taking a deep breath, and then beginning again. “I’m trying to be brave like you are. To say what I feel when I feel it.” Her voice was steady and even. You wanted to correct her, tell her that you don’t say what you feel, but she continued.

“And what I feel, is that I might just die if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Holy shit.

Instead of responding, you placed your hand behind her neck, both of your bodies moving in sync towards each other. The moment your lips met, you exhaled through your noses in sync. As if you were both saying, finally. Her hands found your waist as your lips softly grazed one another’s, testing the water. You parted your lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Kissing somebody new usually felt daunting as you learned to navigate it, but you had never felt safer. Hazel’s hands moved back and forth on your waist, as her tongue darted out ever so slightly. You moaned softly into the kiss, hands gently threading through the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was just as soft as you imagined.

You pulled apart for a moment, faces close to one another. Neither of you could contain your smiles. You vaguely wondered if it was possible to faint from feeling so many butterflies. Not being able to help yourself, you reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Wow,” you exhaled.

Hazel was the first one to move this time, crashing your lips together with more urgency this time. The kiss grew more passionate as you wrapped your arms around each other, yours draped around her neck, hers engulfing your entire back. It was as if you couldn’t get any closer, as if you were drowning and kissing each other was oxygen. Pulling apart ever so slightly, you gave her one last kiss, then another, because you simply couldn’t help it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You giggled, arms still draped around her neck.

“Me too,” she whispered, before kissing your forehead. God, could she get any cuter?

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, as you both began to move to get more comfortable on the couch, sitting beside one another.

“Yeah, are you kidding!?” she said dramatically. “But you’re like this hot, popular cheerleader, I never thought I’d have a chance with you!”

“I’m hot? Have you seen you?” you asked in disbelief.

She blushes a deep shade of red, mouth opening slightly as if she was going to say something, then closing it again.

“I didn’t even know if you were gay,” she eventually says.

You laughed.

“Don’t you remember the first time we fought? That was like, a sexual spiritual awakening. That was the gayest shit ever.” Hazel threw her head back and laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“I can’t ever forget.”

“Oh! Also…” you said, grinning from ear to ear, absolutely giddy with disbelief that this was actually happening. You pulled your top up slightly to reveal your ribs, where a small tattoo of a pair of interlocked scissors resided. You both laughed. Hazel’s cheeks reddened, and she stuttered.

“Well, I- I mean… maybe you want to be a hairdresser?” she laughed, eyes glued to the tattoo.

“God, that’s so hot,” she mumbled under her breath. “Can I?” she asked reaching out, and you nodded, heart lurching at her care for asking. She gently traced the tattoo, and you let out a shaky breath. She was barely touching you, and yet her effect on you was all-encompassing. Goosebumps prickled your skin everywhere, not just where she was touching you.

“Hazel,” you whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. “You can take it off if you want.” Your voice came out shakier than you anticipated. Hazel gulped, nodded, then pulled your top off, your arms stretching up to help her. She tossed it on the floor, eyes scanning all of you as if she couldn’t quite take it all in. You were in a plain cotton bra, still wearing your cheer skirt, but Hazel made you feel like you were wearing the most expensive, fancy lingerie ever. You cupped her face, thumbing her cheek, before pulling her in for a kiss. You kissed her with less urgency this time, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths slowly and passionately. She pulled you onto her lap, so you were straddling her, her hands resting on your hips. You slowly began to move against her in rhythm, moaning into the kiss.

Hazel murmured your name against your lips, breathing shakily.

“I want- I- you’re so-“ she tried. “Jesus fucking christ,” she said as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair. Hazel began to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. Shivers ran down your spine, and you sighed in pleasure.

“Whatever you want. Do whatever you want with me,” she whispered into your ear, and you quite literally nearly came right there and then.

“No, what do you want?” you asked, thumbing at her lip. She opened her mouth, sucking on your thumb before releasing it with a pop. You swore, she was going to actually put you into cardiac arrest. Despite this action, you could tell nobody had really asked her that before, and she was at a loss for words.

“I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?” you asked, instead of letting her answer.

“God yes,” she basically moaned, kissing you. Meanwhile, you pushed her vest off, making quick work of undoing the buttons of her shirt. You tossed the items on the floor, barely breaking your lips apart for a moment.

“Lay down for me,” you moved off her lap, letting her get comfortable. This gave you the perfect opportunity to run your eyes over her body. She was left in a soft black crop top and jeans. Looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, soft skin to die for, eyes wide with desire, lips plump from making out, it crossed your mind that you had never, ever, ever, seen a more heavenly sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed out, moving to straddle her again, intertwining your fingers together above her head.

“You’re the most beautiful,” she retaliated, nudging your noses together. You both giggled, and you kissed her softly.

“Take the compliment, baby. I mean it,” you said, kissing her again, before she could respond again. Still holding one of her hands, you moved the other down her tummy, lightly tracing patterns on her skin. Her eyes fluttered as she bit her lip.

“Touch me,” she said. You smirked.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you chuckled, glad she was asking for what she wanted.

“Can I take these off?” you blinked at her, fiddling with a belt loop on her jeans.

“Please,” she said breathily, arching her back slightly. You undid the button, the zipper, then stood up so she could shimmy out of them, you yanked them off her legs a little too hard, your feet giving out beneath you as you stumbled backwards, landing on your ass on the floor in shock. You looked at each other for a second, before both bursting out laughing.

“Smooth,” Hazel said between loud laughs. “Really smooth. How did you even manage that?” she teased, getting off the couch, instead onto the floor with you, crawling towards you. Your eyes drifted down to her cleavage, then back to her eyes. You inhaled sharply.

“Shut up,” you teased back, as she moved on top of you, pinning you down.

“I feel like we’ve been here before,” Hazel mused, holding your wrists down.

“I’m definitely getting flashbacks,” you laughed. “Except this time, I can just…” you kissed her, a little sloppily, but neither of you cared because it was so hot.

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The very next day, you and Hazel walked hand in hand into a club meeting, giggling and whispering to each other. You were the last ones to arrive, having gotten a little distracted in the janitor’s closet.

Everyone turned to look at the pair of you, all seemingly realising what was happening at the exact same moment.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!”

“You fucked! Finally!”

“You were so obvious!”

“Slay queens!”

A chorus of excitement engulfed you, as everyone crowded around you, hugging the pair of you. PJ included.

“I’m really happy for you guys. This-“ she pointed back and forth between you, then made some inappropriate gestures, “makes a lot of sense.”

“Thanks, dude.” Hazel smiled at her.

“Okay, let’s start!” Josie chimed, and you all sat down in a circle. You didn’t let go of Hazel’s hand for a moment. “As per our new protocol, we’re drawing names for pairings.” She held up a hat full of slips with all of your names on it, shaking it around. She stuck her hand in, swirled it around a little too long for dramatic effect. She drew a paper out, reading it aloud.

“Hazel!” You internally groaned. You didn’t want anyone else to get that close to your girl.

“And….” She picked another piece, reading your name out. You grinned.

“Are you game?” Hazel asked, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Only if you are.”

“Are you kidding?” She leaned into your ear to whisper. “Any excuse to get you on top of me.”

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[methoughtsphantom]

Danny and Jason being both afraid of lightning solidarity 🤝 it makes them immediately go to a safehouse and don’t come out until the next day. Now imagine the bats don’t know Jason has PTSD over there being lightning on the night he had to dig himself out of his grave, and that Danny very literally died with electricity coursing over him. They make the assumption that they’re banging. What they’re really doing is playing video games so loud it drowns whatever noise the white noise generator lets in while the smell of food wafts through the air (never fried cuz u know). all the lights of the safehouse are on and the there’s a bunch of blankets thrown and all the windows are covered. its just wholesome and not at all the scene dick was expecting when he broke in.

#jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dick grayson