It's lots of giggles for the born rich billionaire to use his programmers to alter Twitter to push LGBT folks to the bottom of the paid speech app. He's always stood against free speech. Twitter is not a serious place anymore... it never really was, in my opinion, though lots of academics used it.
Diversity win!! Your hero is a highly paid girlboss hitman who defends her place of employment, a corporation that's basically Disney, but instead of entertainment, they're monopolizing murder; by preaching about meritocracy while her fellow colleagues are struggling financially, prevented from career advancement, or fired without severance pay.
The Owl House anon, I just sent my ask because you sound like someone who watched Steven Universe, back in the day. I thought you might be watching TOH then
another one of those "damn the hate mail game on this website is insane" moments
Man, it would be so cool if I could get PAID to write shit. If I stopped writing for a newspaper "for exposure", for school assignments, and strange age regression fanfiction for myself it would he all over for you people.
It’s important when I burrow too deep into my stupid arguments about bayverse I go back and watch a whole movie - not out of context scenes - to remind myself. Oh yeah these movies are bad
i think i've loved you before for wip Wednesday please!
Somewhere, a guard cleared their throat as politely as one is able, and Steve reluctantly pulled his hand away, fingers curling in tight like he might trap the residual warmth of Eddie’s skin inside his own.
As the night continued on, Steve discovered that Eddie was certainly an… interesting character, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever enjoyed a stranger's company more. He was quick witted and shockingly judgemental of the guests’ fashion choices, muttering comments to himself that had Steve covering his mouth to hide the smile he had yet to control.
“Is this the first ball you’ve attended, Eddie?” Steve asked, insatiably curious about where he’d been hiding all this time, wanting to know more. Eddie hummed, now seated on a plush dining chair Steve had asked one of the guards to fetch for him - even the way he sat was peculiar, and entirely refreshing. He had one leg thrown over the armrest, happily bouncing his foot in time with the band playing in the corner while the other was curled underneath him.
Oddly, he reminded Steve of a cat– particularly the rat-catcher employed in the castles holding cells, as awful as a comparison it might seem on the surface.