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captainjonnitkessler · 4 months

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Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

#those 'monday is a general strike stay home if you can!!!' posts are SO performative and they really annoy me #like. you MUST know you can't organize a general strike of tens of millions of people by sharing an infographic on twitter. Right?#don't even get me started on the most recent one that was like 'we understand the last strike only gave one day of notice'#'so this time we're giving you two! strike is on tuesday everyone don't forget!'#like GENUINELY was that supposed to be a joke #the linked article also touches on how difficult actual organizing a workplace is which is nice #because they mention previous failed attempts in which organizers basically just handed out leaflets #and assumed the benefits would be obvious. which i think is basically the equivalent of posting an infographic on twitter #which is to say - not effective at all. Organizing is a LOT of work! Running an effective union even more so!#labor rights

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berrythefish · 7 months

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a little something i did a month or two ago and forgot to post

the little context I had of this was that y/n found this random sun plush and informed sun about their discovery. At first sun (and moon) were okay with it but then y/n gave the plush more attention than them so they got jealous lol

Y/N was a little too honest smh

Dont worry they got cuddles later

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moon #fnaf moodrop #y/n #fan art #digital art #art #doodles #comic I guess??#this all happen when I drew a sun plush lol #they also find a moon plush and sometimes bring it to work but it usually stays in their home #I had a bit more but I don't feel like posting it

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hungharrington · 8 months

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i just want to sit on steve’s back and kiss all of his moles😔

this is so real. ur so me

Steve’s on his front, splayed across your bed, and dozing like a cat in the sun. Your friends have just left so it’s understandable he’s a bit wiped but still, you can’t help by fidget. You’ve been waiting to get him alone all day.

A curtain of sunlight hits your window, warm rays bouncing around your room, lighting it. It’s really warm today. You’ve been revelling in it but now you’re beginning to curse it for making your boyfriend so sleepy.

Your eyes fall back onto Steve’s figure. He’s taking deeper breathes now and you know if you leave him alone for another 10 minutes, there’s a really good chance he’ll start snoring. Adorable and funny as it is to you, you do sort of want to spend time with him while you can.

You focus back on him before you, gaze spying the sly stretch of skin on display for you, his white tee pushed up to show off the small of his back. It’s all tan skin and lots and lots of moles.

In an impulse decision, you’re pushing up and shuffling over— lifting your leg to straddle his hips. Steve’s sleep gets shaken off with a grunt as you settle down, sitting on his butt. It’s so comfy.

“Honey,” His words come out tiredly and he moves one of his hands back, not bothering to turn his head. His hand finds the bend in your knee and he gives you a little squeeze. “S’what’s up? Why ya sitting on me, you big goof?”

At the same time he speaks, his fingers try to give you a little tickle, scratching over the sensitive part of your thigh, just to see if he can get you to laugh. You squirm and laugh, so mission accomplished, before batting his hand away.

“I just…” You start. Your little hands press into the skin above his tailbone and Steve sucks in a tiny breath.

Slowly, so slowly, your fingers skate up— pushing the fabric higher and higher, til it bunches around his shoulder blades. You glow hotly inside as Steve gives a shiver, the muscles in his back rippling as he does.

“You just what?” Steve teases, his voice muffled against your duvet. He still hasn’t lifted his head.

“Just wanna count.” You murmur, bending over and pressing your lips against one of his moles. You hum, your kiss not chaste, and when you pull away, you say lowly, “One.”

You kiss another, two inches to the left. Steve shifts beneath you again, his body struggling to lie with the complete fondness you’re doting him with.

“Two.”

Another kiss, another mole.

“Three,” You smile when you realise Steve’s holding his breath. “Four-five-six.” You kiss along a line of freckles in quick succession and it’s enough to make Steve laugh breathily, finally remembering to breathe.

His hand finds your knee again, fingers curling to hold it. You have a feeling it’s just as much for him as it is for you.

#did i say sleepover and then get home from work and just nap!?! YUHHH #u can have this tho #i stayed up 2 write it. i love love 🫶#nonnie w the big brain here #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine

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steveharrington · 3 months

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listening to students tell me “yeah i can’t figure this out i’m just a girl 🤣” listening to my coworkers tell me “honestly i just can’t wait to become a stay at home girlfriend so i never have to work again!!” looking at my online feeds which have all become like pictures of cigarettes with a pink bow on them captioned “girlhood” i’m ACTUALLY going to start freaking the fuck out

#i’m not hating on my coworkers btw like. i won’t act like the thought of #getting to stay home and not having to work 40 hour weeks for meager earnings #while someone else handles expenses isn’t like obviously appealing #but it’s so. dangerous. to let your husband have full control of you financially #and one of them was explicitly saying she wants her job to be quote unquote taking care of her boyfriend #like yes we don’t dream of labor but girls please #you can find a job you’re interested in you can find a way to have control over your own income #please

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Clone^2 Damian

If you really think about, Damian's situation in the clone^2 au is... kinda tragic? Especially in the early months of his arrival. Like,,, think about it. Damian has always known he was a clone of Damian Wayne, that he was a copy of the blood son. There was nothing 'original' about him, not even his name (of which at least Danny has that). He was just... a replacement. A disposable one, to boot.

And he knew that, to an extent, by the time he was six years old. he might not have been actively acknowledging it -- he's six years old -- but deep down he knew. And like, he's six years old. Every small child craves the love and affection of an adult, especially their parents, and even though he knew he was clone, I imagine he still considered - and still does consider, somewhat - Talia and Bruce as his mother and father. And I really doubt he was... getting it?

Now, I know Talia loves Damian, her son. At least in some interpretations she does, and in this au she does. But... a clone of her son? I'm not so certain if she would have the same affection for baby Dames as she would for Damian. I don't think she would treat him badly, but I don't think Talia would treat him warmly either. Kinda just, distant. Colder than she would have been with OG Damian.

And, I know I've mentioned Damian's arrival from Danny's point of view, and its kind of comical kind of insane from his perspective -- a little boy clone of Damian Wayne falls through a portal and immediately attacks him. That sounds like a bad joke.

But, if you think of this from Damian's point of view? It's like he just got dropped into a scary movie. Like, think about it. You're six years old, and suddenly a portal, as green and as swirling as your grandfather's pools, opens up beneath your feet and sucks you through.

After an intense bout of vertigo, you end up in a massive, urban city -- completely different from the rural mountain palace that you lived in for the last six years of your life, and in this city, you don't know any of the language. You don't know what anyone is saying, you can't read any of the signs - you are completely stranded, away from home.

And then, to make things worse, you're facing a figure with a terrifying mask and eyes as burning green as the portal you fell through. Of course Damian's first instinct, six years old, is to attack. He's terrified.

And this figure, he's not a good fighter, but he's fast, and he dodges you quickly. He grabs your sword with his hands, and tries to restrain you, saying something in a language you don't know. Naturally, Damian is just scared. He's six! He'd just be learning how to read if he was normal child going to school.

This figure halfway through the fight yanks off his mask -- he realizes you're scared -- and looking at you now, is a youthful version of your father. This is a clone of your dad, someone you have never met but, six years old, still wants to. Damian gets defensive. This is an imposter.

But this imposter eventually gets you home with him - and he's using his little box, his phone, to communicate with you through a mechanical voice speaking in arabic. and it's frustrating. The boy, the imposter, can say whatever to you just fine, but trying to talk back is a hassle and a half. He's six, he doesn't have that much patience.

He wants to go home.

And so he keeps trying to run away. He keeps trying to find out of this hellish concrete jungle, and he keeps getting lost. It's loud, and busy, and there are people talking to you and you don't understand them, and there are rules and signs you don't understand - Damian tries to cross the street and nearly gets hit by a car. He doesn't know how the road signs work, he was never taught. They didn't get to that.

And he gets lost. And it gets dark, and Damian is brave, but he is six, and this is the worst stress he's been under in all his six years of life. He wants, desperately more than anything, to go home. Why wouldn't he? The only stable... semi-stable environment he was in just got ripped out from under his feet, literally! He wants his mother.

And it's not happening.

But there's something good to be said, at least. The imposter that looks like his father always comes and finds him, no matter what. He could have left that morning, and he will find Damian at midnight, frazzled and worried, and carrying an extra jacket with him because it is cold in Amity Park and Damian is six years old.

And sometimes Damian attacks him - he's scared and stressed and he doesn't want to be here. And every time he catches the sword. Even though Damian can see it cut into his hand and pearls of blood well up and stains his fingers. Even though Damian can see him wince in pain and bite his lip, he still catches it.

But with that little box, he coaxes Damian to come back with him. It's cold, it's dark, Amity Park is unsafe at night. They can figure something out tomorrow, please. And every time, he agrees, reluctantly. And the imposter takes the extra jacket he brought with -- a flannel, a hoodie, a jacket -- and he wraps it around him. It's warm, Damian's clothes are not that thick, and even though he thinks he might hate this imposter, he still sticks close to his legs as he leads him down the street.

And sometimes the imposter carries him, because Damian's shoes are not that thick, and he cuts his foot on broken glass while they're walking home. The imposter sits in the bathroom with him and carefully cleans the cut out, and makes sure it doesn't get infected.

There's hope you know, he still has it. His mother will be looking for him. She'll be worried. He's important to them. Damian may not be the original, but he is still a blood son. He is still her son. She will come find him. This nightmare will end soon. He can go home.

And then weeks pass, and nothing. Then months, and nothing. His family is not coming for him, and it hurts. Hurts more than anything. And yet while that happens, the boy he's attacked, and hurt, teaches himself arabic in order to speak to him. He takes Damian out of the house one afternoon and buys him new clothes, or tries to. And then he keeps buying him new clothes. He gives him blankets and gives up his bed to him until they can get him one himself, and steadily he teaches Damian english.

This boy is kind. Kinder than Damian's ever experienced, and he doesn't know what to do with it. He's devastated by the fact that he is not as important to his family as his family is to him. What do you do when you're six years old and you learn something like that? When a random stranger who looks like your father is kinder to you, and cares more about you than your family did?

And then Damian tells him he's a clone. He's Damian Wayne's clone, and he tells him his purpose - that their grandfather made him to kill him. And the boy, the imposter, Damian thinks he probably already knows that he's a clone. But he doesn't say that. He just nods, and asks him if he wants to tell his original about him.

Damian says no. He doesn't want to. He's tired of living in the shadow of his original. He wants to keep this to himself. This is his. For once, all of this is his.

And to his surprise, the imposter doesn't try and convince him otherwise. He just nods, and says okay. And when Damian asks why, the imposter - his brother - looks at him and says.

"I don't care about Damian Wayne. I care about you." And in Damian's gobsmacked silence, his brother continues. He tells him that if Damian doesn't want to tell his original that he exists, then they don't need to. They don't need to worry about the LoA going after him, because clearly if his 'grandfather' needs to make a clone of Damian in order to take him out, then whatever it was that Damian Wayne was doing to keep himself safe, was working.

"Wayne already has people in his corner, he's got Gotham's army of vigilantes to keep himself safe." his brother says with his eyes as blue as moonlight. "You, however. Do not." And he continues, and says that if Damian Wayne has the same training as Damian does, then he will be fine. He doesn't need to be aware of his clone. Because if DW doesn't know about Damian, then the LoA doesn't either.

And here's the thing. Damian would not have survived in the LoA for long. Not as a clone. No matter what, he was going to die no matter what he did, and sooner rather than later. The sword of Damocles was always hanging above his head in the League of Assassins.

That portal, and meeting Danny, saved his life. There's no way around it. And to an extent Damian knows this even at six years old. He may not be aware that he would've died, but he knows that meeting Danny was the best thing to happen to him.

It's no wonder after that, that Damian is as clingy to Danny as he is. Danny is the first person he's met to offer him unconditional love, with no strings attached, only pure affection.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #clone^2 #like god can you imagine how scared he must've been? how afraid? he just wants his mom - only to realize he doesnt even matter to her #dpxdc au #danny fenton is not the ghost king #this poor kid man. no wonder he latched onto danny the moment he gave up on the league like a leech. he's a six year old kid man and #it doesnt matter how smart he is or how mature he acts. he still is six years old. he still needs that validation and affection from adults #or from people older than him. and his emotional needs were just not being met in the league.#cue the song “two” from sleeping at last - some of their songs are very clone^2 honestly.#'sweetheart you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home. stay as long as you need.'#'tell me is something wrong? if something's wrong you can count on me'#'its okay if you can't find the words. let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders'#'like a force to be reckoned with. am i the ocean or a gentle kiss. i will love you with every single thing i have'#'like a tidal wave i'll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best'#'i will love you without any strings attached'#like just. just *imagine* being in damian's shoes during all of this. he's *six* you guys. i've worked with six year olds and they're #pretty independent but they're still six. they get excited when they see their parents and they get upset when an adult is angry with them.#they're still developing their motor skills. they're still developing everything else!

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ionlytalktodogs · 2 years

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Ppl are always like “it would be so much easier to be disabled if society wasn’t ableist” and in a general sense they’re very very correct but it would also drastically improve my life if my immediate family was just like…ten percent less ableist. Like that’s all I’m really asking for. Maybe just! Don’t make a disgusted face when I use mobility aids! That’s it that’s literally all I’m asking for.

#all the work I’ve done #attempting to love myself #is destroyed every time my mom says “’wouldn’t it be better to just stay home rather than let people see you in that chair?’#literally just. dial it back like 10% please and thank you #that would improve my life so much dude #disabled #disability #mobility aid #wheelchair user #wheelchair #physically disabled #chronic pain #cane user #ableism #my ramblings

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softartemisart · 3 months

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in the mood to stay at home and play video games all day, grazing on snacks so im always comfortably full, becoming unbearably stuffed when im given a full meal after all of that. im in the mood to laze about and enjoy myself, my plush fat swelling further and further into and over the arms of my gamer chair, always in danger of getting stuck

#art writes #weight gain kink #wg kink #wg text #fat kink #tummy kink #wg writing #feedism fic #the 'is this feedism or is this a fantasy based in my disability' question strikes again #/j. but work is terrible for my mental health so being able to stay at home all day? Ideal.#getting fatter while i do that? even better babyyy

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biohazzrds · 10 months

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Do you guys think he makes some meannn meals? Like whenever life isnt as crazy for him he would make really lovely dinners for his s/o and him. Candlelit and everything.

#hes always hungry #but me too #made for each other #(delusional)#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy headcanons #and he would most definitely just love to stay home if he didnt have to work #househusband leon?!?#hmmmm #mwah #love this pookie

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