#we were very very lucky

[energon-with-a-curly-straw]

There was a really big storm yesterday. Like ‘Gusting winds could be as powerful as a hurricane’ and ‘Chance of hail the size of golfballs’ big. The kind where you’re told to put your shoes on just in case.

So anyway, we do the usual spring/summer storm routine of unplugging everything. Hanging baskets taken down, plants moved closer to the house. The patio furniture we just put out is brought back inside, side panels of the screen removed. An emergency weather alert dings on our phones. We’re tracking the storm on radar— less out of concern than something to do. The prediction shows it moving rapidly each 10 minute interval; areas in the graph are coloured purple. Very fast and very powerful.

Our neighbour, an elderly gentleman, is out watering his plants. The storm is less than twenty minutes away. My dad goes out to warn him. Upon return, my mom asks if he hadn’t gotten the alert. Apparently he had, he just “didn’t trust the weather forecast”. I believe he continued watering his plants.

The Hydro outages map is still splotched red. Both sets of grandparents and almost all of my other relatives have lost power. It could be 3 or 4 days until it’s restored. We got a sprinkle that lasted only a few minutes. The tree in my uncle’s yard fell (landing on and smooshing the car door— another casualty of the storm). We lost a branch.

So yeah, I am attributing this entirely to our elderly neighbour and his stubborn green thumb.

#now we ALSO need to go out and water our plants #the universe has a sense of humor #this is a man vs nature story it’s major newsworthy storm vs gentleman in his 90s who just wants to garden #but fr several thousands still without power #we were very very lucky #apparently 200 hydro poles were wrecked around ottawa #I guess some transformers also blew here #my dad’s been going out checking on relatives delivering ice and shit #the hydro/hydroOne site was down from so many people checking when power will be up #parents making lots of phone calls keeping everybody updated. we’re basically the family poweroutage hotline up in here #my uncle sent a pic of the tree/car and dad went out to take and send a pic of the branch bc siblings #we unplug everything bc a few years ago lightning struck and then our treadmill only went backwards #which is not ideal for a treadmill #also the safety thing reversed and would only run if the magnet thing /wasn’t/ in and would stop if it was #also not ideal

[ghosttotheparty]

also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

#welcome to projection central #hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd #but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content #(pretend thats a word) #but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so #(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom)) #(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them) #(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool) #(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate) #(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon) #anyway give eddie tics #anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d #mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down #when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st) #steddie #steddie oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot

[thaliagrayce]

y'know what we don't talk about enough? Hazel died. We talk about how she grew up in the 30's and 40's and we talk about how out of place she feels in the modern world, but! She died! She was dead! She has spent more time dead than alive, and not by a close margin!

How does that effect a person??? We got some of it in the flashbacks, but once those caught up with her present timeline and she shared them, they just kind of... disappeared. And she was a regular girl with some weird past experiences. That's one way of doing it, sure!

I think it would have been a lot cooler if she was just a touch creepier. If she felt a little bit Wrong. Yeah, in general she's more approachable than her brother, she's more sociable and less closed off, but. If you actually spend any time with her, it can be difficult to tell which child of the underworld is actually more unsettling.

Hazel is bright of personality and has a dazzling smile, but sometimes she'll just... shut down. She'll go completely blank for like half an hour and nobody knows what to do with it. Sometimes she forgets she's alive. Sometimes she'll spout the grimmest shit you've ever heard like it's nothing, she won't even notice it's weird until the room goes quiet. She spent decades in Asphodel, which is designed to make people forget about themselves and wander around for eternity, only she didn't have the luxury of forgetting! Wild! After she comes back to life, sometimes she forgets that she's allowed to Do Stuff now. She can spend so long sitting and staring at nothing. Sometimes she'll start crying on cloudless days because it hits her again that she can actually feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and she can hear birdsong. Every little mundane experience is a blessing and she will make you remember that in the most foreboding way possible.

#hazel levesque #hoo #mj talks #like. i am fascinated with characters who die and come back different and it JUST hit me that there was so much potential for hazel there #the idea of how death lingers was not explored At All in heroes of olympus #of course there's the obvious part in that there were what. 3 named character deaths total? 4 if you count leo #which i very much don't because it didn't stick! there were no consequences to this gigantic war! #the first series did well with that because we had plenty of named characters who died #even though some of them were introduced only to die like six chapters later. we still knew them on some level #and more importantly percy knew them. he felt their loss in a way that made consequences seem real #heroes of olympus didn't have any of that. hazel could have been a great way to talk about it a little more! #also i just love characters who have obviously gone through death. that has to change a person! tell me how it changed you! #anyway. i think i'll make hazel creepier from now on in my writing #she deserves it <3 #nico is creepy in an obvious way. he's got power over death and that clings to him like a second skin. he can't hide it #and he's learned that he doesn't have to. there is power in being othered #hazel seems lovely when you first meet her! none of the death power all of the glitter and gold and riches #and then she'll look you dead in the eye and say 'you really don't know how lucky you are to be able to breathe until you can't anymore' #and move on like it's nothing! what! #underworld siblings

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

#luckys original content #dungeons and dragons #MY OCSSSS MY WONDERFUL OCSSS ITS BEEN SO LONGGGG!!this is a fairly old character that i made foreeeever ago #i was trying to go full on into DND LORE ONLY instead of makin up my own stuff. so when i was lookin around i learned abt THE HELM #the god of protection or watever it was. i also like playing paladin bc i love to hit things w my sword. i also like aasimars bc theyrprett #im sure i ahd other Min Maxy reasons for her but i dont have her sheet n ive forgotten everything. never got a chance to play her but yknow #maybe someday. I LIKE HER ALOT TOO. big and strong and well meaning but a lil dumb. justa lil dense n stupid. but she tries!! #I LIKE CHARACTERS THAT HAVE JUST SMALL THINGS DIFERENT ABT THEM. i knew some1 who had that condition. where everythings just flipped #aint that fucked up? that ur organs can just be flipped? and inever see it in fiction. its so neat. imagine finding out like THIS too #she had blacked out from the sword through the heart. the last thing she heard from her mentor was; #'you were a great student. that is why you above all else must die. i hope you understand' spoken through a gentle voice and a gentle smile #the very same that had guided Gjör so far through her journey.A BETRAYAL LIKE NO OTHER! she awoke utop a pile of comrades #each bloodied and dead and cold. she used her own magic to heal herself. to catch herself from the precipice of bleeding out #when she stepped out of the barn she had found that the village was burned to the ground #she was shellshocked!! it took her weeks to limp all the way back down that mountain. all the way back to the place she called home #only to be spit on and kicked back out. being a Paladin of the Palms was her entire life. what was she to do now? #OH SO THE ART. I RLY LIKE HER DESIGN.heavily based off of THE BABY SITTER from HALO LEGENDS. i fuckin love halo so much guys..... #i just love that trope of Big Strong Person in Armor that we all thought wasa fullgrown MAN takes off the helmet to revel shesa PRETTY GIRL #my favorite in the WORLD!! i also like the silly frilly pretty dress sorta motif in gjors armor. it hides all the stuff i dont wanna draw #thats all the ramble i got in me for now. PLEASE ENJOY. and ask me abt my ocs

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Just got home after spinnin out something feirce off the highway into the ditch. Hope y'all are staying safe and warm tonight ! Remember to use four wheel drive on icy highways and drive slow for winter conditions!

#knox rambles #whew #its been a long eveningHFHFJFJJG #we got super lucky super blessed this guy stopped immedeatly after to help tow us out otherwise we would have been stuck in the snow HFHFJG #good to finally be home it was like -30 and i was in socks and sandals out there. and thats not including rhe wind chill #the gents who stopped were really wonderful #also im okay no one was injured and there was very little traffic so it went really well #ah wild end to a pretty alright day #seriously tho four wheel drive on icy highways pls-- #my jellybeans went everywhere

[imasradiantasthesun]

Ez’s Hunger Games aesthetics, part 8: Victors of the 60s (part 2 of 3)

Cashmere Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 63rd Games

Gloss Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 64th Games

Finnick Odair of District 4, Victor of the 65th Games

Crystal Michaels of District 1, Victor of the 66th Games

#the hunger games #finnick odair #cashmere thg #gloss thg #thg #julianne hough #derek hough #lucky blue smith #peyton list #given what we know abt D1 i imagine their names are very campy and opulent so i took inspo from drag names lol #fc #ocs #crystal michaels #crystal chanel michaels #ez's victor series #my thg aesthetics v2 #holding bright #victors #also i imagine that middle names Are common (depending on the district) but only some victors are like. marketed using their middle names #like in (movie) canon there’s Porter Millicent Tripp though i imagine she just goes by Porter #meanwhile there’s Lucy Gray Baird who doesn’t have a middle name but instead a double name so she goes by Lucy Gray #and then there are probs a good amt of victors who have middle names but for whatever reason the capitol doesn’t use their middle name when #using their full name. like maybe the capitol just decides it sounds better without the middle name or whatever #i have another oc victor whose middle name i have decided on (Adrienne Mercedes Hughes from D6) and i imagine the capitol would start #calling her Mercy and she would hate it bc a) she doesn’t think any of her kills were merciful & b) her name is just 1 more thing the #capitol has taken from her and warped without her consent

[askcaffeinehazard]

How was your Hearth's Warming, Caffeine?

Two friends spent the day with us and brought homemade ginger bread cut into shapes to represent us! (obviously the capybara is the mod's shape :P ) We made and ate way too much delicious food and chilled out watching The Grinch and other holiday movies :D

#Mod doesn't really celebrate the holidays any more #but we still eat a lot of food and relax with a friend #Unfortunately a severe storm that turned into a tornado tore through on Christmas Day and caused a lot of devastation #We were very lucky to have had it miss us!

[bobtheacorn]

#personal #anyway we put down an offer on a house today! hurray! #hopefully it goes well #and they figure out who tf is buried in my potential backyard #realtor was Very Upset and me and carly were like 'neat! *photo* also who is this' #hes so lucky we're freaks bc apparently stumbling on a grave no one knew about is a turn off for house buyers #i just love 25 acres of blackberries so much im willing to (respectfully) overlook the corpse

[kingofthering]

pecco in Q1 : fun

pecco in Q1 when both marc & fabio have to be there too : less fun

#I know we were lucky to have them both in Q2 last week but 🫠 #moto: australia 2023 #enea being through is very funny tho

[idsb]

Yogurt boy because of the invisible string lyric and then he just became yogurt boy cause well there was nothing else going on

I actually used to follow a blog who PRE breakup in early 2023 had said wow he hasn’t booked a role in a year, what does he do like is he auditioning or what and someone was like, he’s just doing his side hustle which is working at that yogurt shop and it was like 5 people but it stuck with me and that’s all I think when someone refers to him as yb even though it’s 100% born out of invisible string and some people making jokes about Taylor comparing her sitting in a park writing songs probably on break from a studio session and he’s at a yogurt shop selling yogurt as a teen meanwhile she’s a country superstar in the making and I guess they felt she was trying to force a string 😭

I'm absolutely rolling at "what does he do" dhjfjgkshkg that aspect of this is extremely funny

#the latter part of what you said is where it becomes problematic for me though #like yeah she was leaving studio time sitting in the park because she had a pretty privileged life and was very lucky! #he was raised as a bit more of a working-class person #and like. idk bro that's... #not worth laughing about to me? #the whole point of the song is like #'these coincidences don't REALLY line up that much / we existed in separate universes for a while #but ISN'T IT PRETTY TO THINK we were fated to be together anyway?' #it's kind of simultaneously misunderstanding the song and acting like the idea of someone with a reg 16 y/o job going far in life #is wayyyy too crazy to be with someone successful who had an easier life in some ways which. I really don't vibe with #and this interpretation takes something really wholesome - her daydreaming about what he was like when they were younger - #and just makes it a Bad Vibe #sorry bestie #I loved the beginning of what you said!

[rimouskis]

I am genuinely upset about Andi! WTF is FSG doing? She's one of the best in the entire league! The pens online presense was top tier but with ITR gone last year, and now Andi, I don't have any idea what their plans are. Please let Jen be safe! I'm sure Andi will find a place. I'm not too worried for her. The Pens media department tho

I really wish her the best in whatever she does next. She was at the helm at the peak of the Pens' social media engagement and prominence, and while that fell off as she ascended the ladder and became a VP/further removed from the day-to-day posting, I think she did a ton of good work here.

I'll be very interested in how the department reconfigures in her absence. There seem to be a lot of power vacuums right now, with lots of people with long tenures at the Pens departing. Part of me hopes there's a chance for young blood; other teams have been doing more innovative, more curious, and more creative stuff in terms of their media. While losing legacy employees is a loss, I can only hope that there's an infusion of youthful, out-of-the-box thinking coming our team's way. It's the best we can hope for.

#I'd be galled if jen were let go frankly. like sure no one is too high up to be safe w/e but she is HIGH UP #and she's very ingratiated w/ the players (think about geno's “I want to go home jen” lol) #while I don't doubt andi was a familiar face to them I think they rely on jen a *lot*. #I think about her interview she did where she said she thought of some of them (kris/sid/g) as her kids lol #but also I thought andi was safe when I read the announcement today so clearly this is all conjecture and I don't claim to KNOW anything #I think our media has been falling behind in the past several years admittedly. #it's hard because I *did* join the fandom when the team was at its peak and I think that makes media/fan engagement easier. you're a winner #but I think it's just a matter of fact that we are not as cutting edge as we once were on our socials #the loss of ITR blows and I'm still mad at FSG for that #but I think they have a chance now to prove they care about getting back to innovation. I don't know that I trust them to execute it though #also I don't want this to be a critique of andi. especially when she's freshly off of losing her role. #this is more about the org itself needing to refocus on being innovative. #they've been a bit too comfortable in a lot of aspects in the past few years. having been to more arenas now and seeing more teams do thing #I have found it easy to say it feels like other teams/orgs are TRYING harder. #seattle puts on a show every game. their in-arena partners are cool. they have live music before every game. they have a freakin' drum line #y'know? pittsburgh had.... a really annoying train airhorn this season that they abandoned halfway through lol #the spirit of innovation has been gone for a few years now. if this gets it back... well we'll all be lucky IF that happens.

[madeoftwinklingstars]

something i think is really interesting about judaism is that there are movements that simply. do not believe that the torah (the main book of judaism) was written by god. i mean in what other religion would this be widely adopted. why hasn’t similar ideas spread further? what makes judaism different from them? while orthodox claim that jews who believe this are heretical, they are still forced to engage with these arguments that the torah was simply written by people trying to make sense of the world. there are also multiple movements within orthodoxy that force them to engage with this argument as well— like the fact that there are orthodox individuals who believe in science and evolution. if the torah is wrong about adam and eve, what else could it be wrong about? it’s so just so interesting to me.

#jumblr #jewish #twinkling.talks #obviously this isn’t everyone’s experience #but i think judaism has been able to weather all these massive movements because it is a religion all about questioning itself #and arguing. thinking about how #the rabbis were arguing about something and god was showing them signs n they were like U DONT GET A SAY IN THIS. lol #also the way there is no true hell so therefore there is nothing to be afraid of when you die #u get out in the washing machine or u can be reborn :) who knows we do not care #i also rly enjoy that the way you make sure people are remembered is by always saying their name #n if u want that person to actually suffer u say let his name be destroyed! #i just deeply enjoy being jewish n feel very lucky to have grown up with it

[izzyspussy]

deeply unproductive therapy visit today lads

#jack facts #the pervasive belief that low self esteem is a universal issue is so deeply fucking annoying #anyway we were discussing my chronic underemployment because my dad lost his job so i'm obviously stressed about it #and she kept going on about confidence and being discouraged and etc like yeah fine i am discouraged but i'm still applying so w/e #but self confidence is the LAST thing i need to worry about. EYE know that i'm skilled and worthy of respect and fair compensation #i just happen to be an uneducated member of the working class who isn't very lucky or easy to exploit lol #and the latter is a good quality that i'm not interested in changing!! it's GOOD that i have too much self respect to overwork! #it's GOOD that i have too much respect for my fellow man to narc or manipulate them in the name of kissing corporate ass!! #it's GOOD that i'm not willing to knowingly spread disease or directly contribute to unnecessary waste!!! #but those things are necessary for ''good'' job performance at the (allegedly) only positions i'm qualified for! #that doesn't have anything to do with ME as a person or what i'm capable of or deserve!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!

[juicedbeetle]

when the note doesn't light up (fav moments 6/?)

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #gif #mine #bonus blum for some reason not changing the wig from the green one at all?? i thought it was just in the red but no. no purple either #i have another 🐍 but i wasn't able to put the specific part that has say my name on my phone so i- #still dont know if the note works there 💀 whatever I'll just do another gif when i have it all in order if so #very troublesome format it's in :( but its ok we can cope #i feel so lucky in this chili tonight that two masters were able to capture both BRIGHT and BLUM having a note technical difficulty #so i can effectively compare them 😭 isn't it beautiful. or am i the only one that cares about something like this #what were the CHANCES #dude what was UP with that wig i need to know why they didn't change it the whole time #me in my happy place making gifs....... my relaxing activity..... hoping everyone else likes them too :3 #i used to compare 🐍s by seat placement but the new ones i have all have the same seating #😭😭😭 so i will get confused between them #very excited to debut this gifset in like a week lmao i make them so in advance #fav series #sowwy todays daily gifset took so long to post i took hours to make a new one teehee got lost in the sauce

[cowardlycowboys]

me and faith when we text the same thing at the same time

#omg kiera no one cares #two insane kids very lucky to be apart because if we were together we'd probably be worse come to think of it

[ozcarr]

Actually cleaned a little for NYE so the apartment is presentable and I feel like bragging about how much our (roommate is @hateno) place rules

#jen i should have tagges you origionally im sorry im the asshole #half of this collection is theirs -- when i say ours i mean ours! everything but the orange room anyway #its fully a collaborative effort #in case you were wondering: all the money i dont spend on video games gets funneled str8 to the antique store/homegoods Halloween section #“why dont you get a gaming pc” i need that money to buy paint and medieval weapons bro #we were also very fortunate because our building is cool with us painting which is very rare. this would not hit the same w white walls #also very lucky to have a roomate who was on the exact same page when it came to decorating the shared space. our incredible powers combine #idk what to tag this #interior design #halloween #Goth #goth decor #ayy im talkin here