okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??
edit: i started writing it
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do people who disregard photosensitivity realize that seizures can fucking kill or do they just not care. do people not realize that their "aesthetic" "cool" flashing lights that happen without SUFFICIENT warning... are fucking capable of killing people. i dont even care if i sound pissy right now because i am pissy, im sick of feeling like myself and others with epilepsy arent even afforded the right to be an afterthought to most people. im not even photosensitive but ffs this shit makes me so angry.
seizures themselves can be deadly if they go on too long, theyre essentially electrical overloads in the brain, you know, that organ that controls the entire rest of the body? and seizures can result in injuries or death from falls. from choking on our own vomit. from drowning in our own bathtubs, if we think we might be safe to bathe and then get proven wrong. maybe someone just wanted to watch a video or movie while they took a spa day.
did you know that epileptics are more likely to die younger than those without epilepsy, with all those risks and more? and have you heard of SUDEP? sudden unexpected death in epilepsy, death without a known cause, a rare but very real possibility for us. it kills approximately 1 in 1000 epileptics a year, if not more since it may not be accurately tracked. thats thousands of us dead a year. we do not need you to add to our death rates.
"all these things are known risks, epileptics just have to be more careful-" epileptic people should not have to be on constant fucking high alert. how about instead, people just learn to give a shit about life threatening disabilities? it takes so little effort to just offer a CLEAR and VERY OBVIOUS warning AHEAD OF TIME, for a SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME, before your stupid flashing lights. or just dont add them at all. are they necessary? are they really necessary? would you really fucking rather photosensitive epileptics have to be constantly on guard, IMPOSSIBLY on guard, rather than you just considering their safety? nobody can anticipate every instance of unexpected flashing lights they might come across. but you, creators, are able to provide warnings, and if for any reason you arent, then hire someone else to edit the warnings in or just get rid of the fucking lights altogether.
again, my epilepsy is not photosensitive, but i will never stop being protective of my photosensitive siblings. my own life is scary enough with the form of epilepsy i have, i cannot imagine how terrifying it must be to have to maneuver through the world with photosensitivity, and i dont want careless assholes to go killing my fucking community because you dont give enough of a shit to worry epileptic people. i am pissed off and emotionally exhausted and the shit with elon musk having a flashing gif on his twitter account was the straw that broke my back today so youre getting a pissed off PSA. everyone better start doing a whole damn lot better.
link to the CDC page about SUDEP
link to the epilepsy foundation site page about seizure risks
people without epilepsy are encouraged to reblog but know that i am already angry and will not tolerate bullshit on this post. give a fuck about other peoples lives and safety or im blocking you.
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I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷
Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.
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wriolette drabble ⛓️🌧 of fluff & physical closeness
[cross-posted from Twitter]
One night - it's very late, the clock in the Court hit three in the morning - Wriothesley sits on one of the couches in the Chief Justice's office.
Neuvillette is next to him: they have been reading and talking through cases of an enormous trial series. There was still much to go through and so little time, so they decided to continue. But the evening just flew away, serene music in the background, the rustle of papers breaking their silence only.
When they started, Neuvillette sat close to him - closer than one would to a colleague. Even though Wriothesley is here to help and not for their private matters, they have been alone the whole time, and neither of them shies away from this.
Not anymore.
First, it's just their arms. Their sleeves touch sometimes - their coats shredded on the armrest of the couch. Then, as hours pass, as if they would gravitate closer and closer now their thighs and shoulders connect, too.
"We should stop for tonight," Neuvillette recommends. But Wriothesley is in the middle of reading a key verdict, so he asks for a little more time. Obliging, Neuvillette exhales slowly - a small, exhausted sound - as he puts down his papers onto his lap, then relaxes next to him.
Wriothesley tries to read that verdict - but all he feels is the comfortable weight, leaning onto his shoulder. The silky, loose strand of hair that tickles his forearm - and he doesn't mind it, of course. He hears a tiny sigh fall from Neuvillette’s lips, a noise of contentment.
His dear Iudex is only tired, but he can hardly resist. The case file soon forgotten for the night - what's remained of it - Wriothesley lets the papers go. Leaning over, slightly chapped lips leave a light kiss on the Judge’s forehead. "Let’s go to sleep," he whispers.
With the corners of his mouth turning upwards, Neuvillette hums as he opens his eyes, his lilac gaze softening at the sight of his beloved. "If you insist."
Now, Wriothesley kisses him on the lips.
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