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red-veril · 4 months

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I NEED A MOMENT TO RANT, sorry pals.

Today I was talking with a friend of mine. She has been one of my best students when I hosted drawing classes, but work and life put a little distance between us and we don't talk too much as we used to, so when we do we literally infodump each other with every update, especially career ones.

She started working full time as freelance artist after years of been exploited by a graphic design studio where the boss was a dick and mobbed her on daily basis. So yeah... She was happy to be on her own, at the beginning. She opened social pages and Patreon, NSFW and sfw stuff, trying to navigate between the thing she wanted to do and what the followers wanted to see. Obviously not everything went well... Mostly for the same, fucking annoying reason that *checks notes* "pAYiNg fOr aRt StUfF iS LAmE!".

She had to delete her Tumblr account because someone asked her for a free drawing and when she refused, she went through FREAKING SHIT STORM! FOR A FREE DRAWING? BECAUSE SHE POLITELY DECLINED DOING FREE LABOR? She did a whole dressup game plus the NSFW related illustration as a reward for her patrons, and still got rude comments under the subscription cancellations because it was not enough content.

Now, I can get that we all are broke AF and some art ain't cheap (not hers though, I think she should rise her prices), but there's a fucking point where y'all stop being reasonable and start being assholes. You cannot pay? Ok, unsubscribe, unfollow even. But being rude and offensive because you wanted more free stuff? Or doing a shitstorm because a dumbass didn't get free art? I swear, some ppl don't fucking deserve artists.

#rant post #queued for great justice #artist struggles

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nyx-b-log · 1 year

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weekend update!

this week was a bit meh for personal reasons so i didn't get as far into nona as i was expecting (a whole 50 pages, like four days ago) but i'm doing better now and looking forward to getting back into it!

i did read two and a half volumes of shimanami tasogare tho! vol 2 made me cry (again) and vol 3 didn't make me cry but it did make me quite emotional. i'll talk about vol 4 next week! aside from crying i did also have some quite visceral WTF ARE YOU DOING moments so there's that too asdfghjkl i really do adore the series, the art gets better and better as it goes on, the characters are all deep and complicated (they feel like real people), and the queer rep is great to see, especially in manga where it's usually harder to find

oh and i dropped none of the above, not cos it's bad (to it is a bit rambly) but cos i need to come back to it at another time.

#books #bookblr #reading #shimanami tasogare #just one of those weeks #it happens #did read some great fanfic tho #also i have nowhere else to say this #but #i've been playing apollo justice recently #and only now at the grand old age of 23 have i realised #that romaine letouse is a pun on romaine lettuce #like #why did that take so long asdfghjkl #not queued #istg i'll read nona next week if it kills me

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unladielike · 11 months

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Albion can't text concise messages, so instead Vivian is getting a bunch of animal emojis. Mostly puppies.

WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE TEXTS. » still accepting!

...Honestly, even if he can't send her concise text messages, Vivian still finds that to be so adorable, she would text Albion back with a bunch of butterfly emojis with hearts in order to express her appreciation.

@alchemiasaturnalis

#alchemiasaturnalis #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤.#[ vivian is just like '10/10... GREAT MESSAGE' ]

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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(I know you don't write for Steve but this just came to me) What about Steve teaching virgin!reader how to blow virgin!Eddie?!

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs, blowjobs, inexperienced virgin reader, inexperienced virgin eddie, experienced pushy steve, awkward boners, bullying, mutual pining.

Word Count | 2.8k

A/N | i've never written for steve before and i took this and ran with it lmao, i hope i did your prompt justice!! if any of you see any mistakes, no you didn't, this wasnt proof read.

Eddie and Steve's relationship had always been odd. You'd noticed it from the first time you'd ever hung out with them, when Robin had dragged you along to meet her friends. You hadn't known her for long, but Robin was loud and unabashed and adamant you had to come hang out with her outside of work.

When you'd first clapped eyes on them both, you noticed the air seemed thick between them. The way they'd bite at each other constantly, bicker and call each other names, the way Steve's eyes would linger on Eddie's lips a second longer than what would be deemed appropriate.

It seemed like a constant fight for dominance, especially when the kids were around. A battle of who Dustin loved more, who Mike looked up to more, who Max harbored a secret 'big brother' liking to more. It was a constant game, and you wondered if they even liked each other.

Then, sometimes, they'd be sweet with each other. Steve would knock Eddie back with a gentle hand when he was about to stumble over a curb, Eddie would grab Steve a burger even when he said he wasn't hungry. Steve would even help him set up the D&D table, he didn't understand what it was about and never played, but he'd help anyway. Even when Eddie bitched that the way he did it was wrong.

So, it was weird. The more time you spent together, the more you found yourself being sucked into the dynamic unwillingly. Robin said she could tell Eddie had a crush on you, which made you blush -- he was cute, and surprisingly really nice despite the hard exterior, but Steve caught onto it pretty quickly and used it to his advantage during their bickering.

You'd walked in on them arguing about you one day, when they clearly thought they were alone. You stood behind the doorway, eavesdropping;

"What would she want with you, Munson? You're a twenty year old virgin, trust me she's not interested."

"Oh yeah? As opposed to what, exactly? The town slut? As if you're any better than me because you've fucked every girl our age."

"At least I didn't jizz in my pants when she gave me a hug."

"That didn't fucking happen, and if you tell her that I'll kill you."

"Ooh, scary."

The admission of Eddie being a virgin was unsurprising, chicks weren't exactly queuing up outside his trailer to fuck him. But, he was pretty, like devastatingly so. Once you got to know him he was a great guy, smarter than he made himself out to be and nothing like the people of Hawkins claimed he was.

The next time you all hung out together, three joints deep and a bottle of scotch being passed around, you made a point of also admitting to being a virgin, to make Eddie feel better. Steve had stared at you open mouthed and flustered, Eddie had choked on his gum, Robin had watched it all unfold and let out a loud barking laugh.

You'd hoped that it would settle Eddie's mind and maybe get Steve to back off and stop hounding him about it, particularly in front of you.

And now, how you ended up in this situation is fully Robin's fault and she'll get told that when you next see her. Her and Nancy had bowed out of your designated movie night ungracefully, claiming to be slammed with babysitting Holly at last minute, but you knew better.

The three of you were crammed up on Steve's bed, and you're wondering why he and Eddie willingly chose to sit next to each other, so close their arms were squashed together and their legs knocked. You were watching The Lost Boys, at Steve's adamance, because apparently it was the horror movie of the year, but you begged to differ, nothing exciting had happened yet.

It gets to a sex scene, and you awkwardly shuffle from where you're sat next to Eddie, cheeks burning hot as you avert your eyes from the screen. Neither of them notice, enamored with seeing a pair of tits on the screen like a pair of twelve year olds.

Your fingers accidentally brush Eddie's own, and you shoot back like you've been scalded, "Sorry, Eddie." You whisper quietly, settling back into your pillow with an inch of space between your bodies for safe measure.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, which catches Steve's attention, making him turn away from the screen to look at you both, eyes flitting back and forth. Then, a scoff escapes him, "Trust you to pop a boner at a pair of fucking tits, Munson."

You furrow your brows, glancing down to where Steve's eyes wandered and oh. Eddie was hard, straining against the loose plaid pyjama pants that he always wore when you guys hung out at night, refusing to buy a pair of sweatpants.

Eddie's face is flushed a dark red, you can see it as clear as day from the glare of Steve's TV, "Fuck off, Harrington. They're a nice pair of tits."

"You're such a virgin, you want some help with that?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you think it's meant to come out as a joke but the way Steve says it seems anything but. He looks at you over Eddie's shoulder, motioning towards him, clamping a hand down on his leg, "Don't you think it's about time he got touched by something that wasn't his right hand?"

You flounder a little, unable to form proper thoughts at what Steve is insinuating, "What do you mean? That I should help him with that? I'm the unwilling third party here, keep me out of your homoerotic bullshit."

"We could both do it, silly. Was it not totally obvious that he's got a massive crush on you?" Steve shrugs like it's nothing, and you feel Eddie tensing up next to you, can see his cock straining further in his pants out of the corner of your eye. In that moment it clicks for you that they're both into this, have probably been waiting a while to find themselves in this situation, with you specifically.

"At this point I think you have a crush on him, you're so obsessed with him it's hilarious." You snark, leaning forward a little until you're crowded back in Eddie's space, hands bumping each others, "What do I get out of this, exactly?"

Steve looks you up and down, a cute grin gracing his face, "Trust me, you can have anything you want."

You chew on the inside of your lip, genuinely thinking about it. Did you really want your first time doing anything sexual with another person to be in a threesome? You clench your thighs at the thought, a wave of heat flushing through your body at the thought of being touched by four hands at once, two mouths.

You wonder how Eddie feels, he's uncharacteristically quiet. You hazard a glance back down, and Eddie has his hand clamped over Steve's own on his thigh. So, yeah, clearly he's into it too.

"Aw, c'mon, don't you want to show the freak a good time?" Steve asks, a smirk overcoming his features — it's disgustingly attractive, a far cry from the usually sweet Steve you knew when Eddie wasn't around, but it did things to you, made your tummy clench.

"Steve, I've never done this either... you know that," You pull your bottom lip with your teeth, chewing anxiously. It's not as if Eddie had anything to compare you to, you were both a pair of bumbling touch starved virgins, but you didn't want it to be bad for him, either.

"Harrington, if you don't stop rubbing my thigh I'm gonna cum in my pants," Eddie's voice cuts through the air, loud enough to knock you out of your trance and making you look up at him, taking in just how disheveled he was already from the merest touch.

"I'll show you how to do it," Steve says, completely ignoring Eddie's protests, never taking his eyes off of you as he brushes his hand up Eddie's thigh even higher, knocking his clothed hard dick with the back of his hand. Eddie hisses, Steve grins and lets out a cackle, "Won't take much, anyway, not if this is anything to go by."

"I am right here," Eddie balks, throwing his hands up in the air. Steve shushes him, shoving into Eddie's space like an eager puppy to grip at his pants and pull them down his thighs.

Of course Eddie doesn't wear underwear under them, why would he? His cock springs out, flushed and hard, the tip a pretty pink colour that makes your mouth water, a small amount of precum blurting out of his slit.

"You guys good with this?" Steve double checks, Eddie whines a little, which is enough of a reply for Steve. You don't even reply, batting Steve out of the way with one hand and wrapping your other one eagerly around the base of Eddie's dick - which to your delight elicits the prettiest little moan from his mouth.

"Eager little thing, isn't she?" Steve smirks at Eddie, which in return has you rolling your eyes and Eddie nodding his head fast. You slide your hand up the length of Eddie's cock slowly, shocked by how your fingers don't even wrap around it fully, all girthy and nice to touch.

"Right, you've not got enough lube for your hand to glide properly, here," Steve leans forward, mouth just mere centimetres away from Eddie's dick, and he lets out a glob of spit onto the head.

"Fuck, what the fuck," Eddie's words comes out erratic, eyes wide as he watches Steve spit all over him without a care in the world, like this was normal and something 'bros' did. Your hand squeezes the base of his cock a little to focus his attention back on you, hand sliding up to rub in the mess of Steve's spit and get him all nice and wet.

"There you go, see? Much easier." Steve's cocky demeanor is starting to diminish, you can tell by the way his voice comes out softer as he watches your skin connect with Eddie's, the slick slide of your fist up and down his cock. You feel Steve's large hand ghost over your lower back, under your shirt. You gasp quietly at the touch, the burning heat of his skin on yours making you shiver.

"Does this feel okay?" You ask Eddie quietly, ignoring what Steve just said because what the fuck would he know, it's not his dick being touched.

"Feels good, sweetheart, cross my heart." Eddie's cheeks are tinged rouge red, neck veins popping a little as he clearly struggles not to blow his load. You can see Steve looking back and forth between you both with curious eyes, smile still on his face, clearly enjoying watching a pair of virgins going at it like a creep.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" You ask tentatively, cocking your head to the side as you keep eye contact with Eddie to try and gauge how he feels. It's meant to be innocent, comes out dirty. Dirty enough that Steve's hand moves to grip at your waist slightly, a soft sigh escaping him.

"You'd like that, right Eddie?" Steve's smile is sickly sweet, but you can tell he's starting to fold because he's using Eddie's real name, not his last name or a stupid nickname. Eddie nods silently, eyes shutting and head thumping back against Steve's plush headboard.

You slide down the bed quietly, shuffling until you're nestled in between Eddie's spread legs at an angle that meant you could just lean forward and slide your mouth over his length, "Tell me what to do then, genius."

"Take your hand off him, I'll do that, you just put your pretty mouth to use," Steve's slender fingers move yours out of the way until you're releasing Eddie's cock, his own large hand wrapping around the base and squeezing, making Eddie whimper.

Steve guides Eddie's dick over to rub the tip over your closed lips, smearing precum all over them. Your tummy clenches, ridiculously turned on by what you're doing, unable to stop your mind racing. You feel dizzy, like this is a dream you'll wake up from any moment.

"What're you waiting for? Wrap your lips around the head, give it a try." Steve's demanding, his voice firm with you, so you lean down and close the distance, opening your lips and sinking down onto the head, hot mouth engulfing Eddie's cock.

"Jesus Christ, fuck," Eddie cries out, can't help but open his eyes to look at you, has to see what you're both doing. The sight of Steve's massive fist around his cock, jerking it lightly into your mouth, you sucking and licking at him - he's teetering on the edge dangerously fast.

"Feels good, right?" Steve chuckles a little, looking between where his fist and your mouth meet and Eddie's blown out, wide eyes, "She didn't even need any help, knew just what do on her own like a good girl."

You and Eddie both moan in unison, the vibration on Eddie's cock enough to have his hips bucking up wildly, which in turn causes Steve to reach his free hand out and push him down onto the bed harshly, "Don't cum yet, Munson. Don't be a little bitch."

Eddie chokes out a little sob, whining at Steve being mean to him. It makes his body run hot, the coil in his tummy tighten. You glance up at him, mouth still full of his cock, just to make sure he's okay, and the bit of eye contact has Eddie losing it.

"Sorry, fuck, sorry, I'm cumming," Eddie grips at a chunk of Steve's meaty thigh and he comes with an embarrassingly loud yelp, Steve's hand tightening as he jerks Eddie's cock into your open, willing mouth, swallowing his release down like you'd done it a million times before.

You kitten lick at the head until Eddie shakes with sensitivity, popping off with a little grin, "You good? Back down to earth yet?"

Eddie smiles dumbly, saluting at you with two fingers, body completely sagged into Steve's plush sheets, flaccid cock still out, "Alive but barely."

You clamber up the bed, the sudden urge to kiss him overtaking your body. You fist a hand in his messy curls, pulling him up to kiss you. Eddie wraps an arm around your back, kissing you all sloppy, teeth and tongue, to an outsider it probably looked gross, but it was so hot to you that you wanted to cry.

You break apart to catch a breath, forehead to forehead with wild eyes and stupid little smiles on your faces. You ache with how much you like Eddie, a love for him overtaking your whole body. Steve clears his throat at your side, pulling you out of your trance, making you turn to look at him.

He's got a firm hand gripped into the arm of Eddie's shirt, you can see his own cock tenting in his loose sweatpants and God, it's big and intimidating, even through his clothes.

"Don't be greedy, share it with me," Steve closes the space between you both and smashes his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth expertly to swipe over your tongue. You moan into the kiss, cunt clenching at being used in this way. He kisses more firmly than Eddie, more sure of himself, it's nice in a different way.

Just as you're getting lost in it Steve pulls away, a whine dying in your throat when you open your eyes to see his face gliding closer to Eddie's, and then they're kissing too. Steve grapples for your waist with closed eyes, tugging you even closer to them both.

They're animalistic with each other, like they're both angry and filled with pent up rage. Eddie grips a hand in Steve's mane of hair, has him groaning into the kiss that's all teeth and grunting. You watch through hooded eyes, unable to take your gaze away from them, wetness pooling in your pretty underwear at the sight of them both.

A whine escapes you, the noise filling the air and cutting off their kiss, both of them looking at you with differing gazes. Steve looks like he wants to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion, Eddie looks like he's in love. Steve sits up a little, grabbing at you and Eddie with every free bit of his big hands, fingers roaming unabashedly.

Steve glances at you both, a smirk back to gracing his features, "If you think I'm done with you two yet, you're sorely mistaken."

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evelynstarshine · 3 months

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The State of Israel can butcher thousands of innocents but New Zealand would not lift a finger to provide support to its victims. IDF soldiers can gun down old men and women waving white flags, shell lines of refugees queuing for aid, and deprive hospitals of power and medicine – and all New Zealand does is a collective shrug. When, however, Yemen’s Houthis disrupt the passage of frozen meat, pizza bases and iPhones through the Red Sea, suddenly New Zealand goes on the warpath. We have declared war on Ansar Allah (the Houthis) and sent a strike force of six men and a dinghy to join Operation Prosperity Guardian, led by the USA.

I think New Zealand’s moral compass is pointing somewhere just south of Hell, while the Houthis, along with South Africa, in their own distinct ways, have become champions for human decency as they confront the genocidal state of Israel and its powerful enablers.

“New Zealand and other nations are suffering from the problems with the Red Sea and the inability to take cargo ships through there – and that is adding a lot of cost… that is affecting every New Zealander,” says Minister of Defence Judith Collins.

Collins had the chutzpah, the incredible cheek, to say she was concerned the Houthi’s actions were impacting people who depended on food imports. Sorry, Judith, that is outrageous hypocrisy at a time when the UN says 500,000 Gazans have already entered the famine stage of food deprivation.

The massive empathy gap between our government and the Houthis when it comes to the suffering of Gaza is simple. The Houthi have direct experience of a genocidal siege that, along with military strikes and disease, killed 400,000 people (please absorb that number) – the greatest humanitarian crisis on the planet from 2015 until recently. Saudi Arabia, supported by US and British intelligence, weapons and bombs, sought to control Yemen and inflict collective punishment on its people. During those years, according to the UN, hundreds of thousands suffered from cholera – a fate that awaits Gazans if Judith Collins and her ilk get their way.

The Yemeni – who rallied in the streets in their millions this month to defy the UK and USA – have empathy born of suffering. They have humanity; our government does not. Mohammed Al-Bukhaiti, a spokesperson for Ansar Allah (the Houthis), says their goal is simple: stop the genocide and get fuel, food and medicine into Gaza.

“We cannot allow these crimes to be repeated,” Al-Bukhaiti told Grayzone's Max Blumenthal this week. He went on to say: “Our war is a war of morality.” Interesting turn of phrase. People ignorant of history and geopolitics, like our own defence minister, can write the Houthis off as “pirates”. I don’t. Nor do people like the great American Jewish scholar Norman Finkelstein who said this week:

“As a Jew I would have respected any government, any people in the world during the Nazi Holocaust who had done what the Houthis are doing.”

Finkelstein went on to say that what the Houthis have signalled is that there will be no business as usual in the shipping lanes while the US and Israel commit genocide in Gaza. That is a moral stance if I ever heard one. He reminded us that “No Business As Usual” was one of the slogans of the Vietnam War peace movement.

“No Justice, No Peace” was another slogan that echoed a similar sentiment - it first appeared in the USA in the 1980s in response to pervasive violence and discrimination against African Americans. Here in Aotearoa, “Ka whawhai tonu matou, ake, ake, ake” (We will fight on, for ever and ever and ever) originally a riposte to a call to surrender to the British and settler colonial forces at the battle of Ōrākau, was adopted by activists in recent decades as a challenge to the State to address injustice or face Maori resistance.

At Ōrākau, our white forces slaughtered Maori women and men as they attempted to flee – bayoneting the already-wounded as they lay defenceless, which I think helps partially explain the powerful speeches of solidarity I heard in Civic Square Wellington this week delivered by Maori in solidarity with Palestine. Like the Yemeni, like the Vietnamese, like the Palestinians, like the Aborigines, like African and Native Americans and others like we of Irish descent, Maori know all too well what siege, slaughter and famine mean.

We were also very disruptive during our confrontation with the New Zealand state when we opposed sporting contacts with apartheid South Africa. In 1981 we had a National Government fighting for the rights of both white supremacists and Kiwis who loved rugby but lacked human empathy when it came to black people. Now in 2024 we again have a National Government, again indifferent to the suffering of people of darker skin, a coalition government fighting for Jewish Supremacists (as the Zionists state is described by the Israeli human rights group B'Tselem).

Today the moral compass points to South Africa and to Yemen. One route is navigated by the legal scholars of South Africa; the other, more immediate and muscular, by the Houthi who know all about the violence the powerful can inflict on them but chose to stand with the oppressed, not the oppressors.

I’ll give the last word to Ansar Allah’s Mohammed Al-Bukhaiti, because it’s so rare to hear these people unmediated by some US general or neo-conservative commentator:

“We know the story of David whose slingshot defeated Goliath. We don’t fear the weapons of the enemy. We believe a victory for Yemen will be a victory for morality and the highest values. We believe that a victory on the awareness front is more important than a military one - because the main cause of suffering from wars around the world is due to a lack of awareness.

We know there are a lot of good people around the world – if they found out the truth, their positions would change.”

EUGENE DOYLE is a Wellington community organiser and environmental campaigner.

#peace #yemen #palestine #news #NZ news

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fruitylouis · 2 years

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How as the show????

(also totally didn't mean to unfollow and refollow you just now...)

oh thank you for asking 🥺 i’m gonna try to make this as short and coherent as possible but it’s just gonna be me rambling fvsjdf

the show was just… magical. louis is magical. uh where do i even start KDJSKF ok. he’s so PRETTY??? i mean wbk but oh my god… photos and videos don’t do his beauty justice!! and of course i need to mention how much tinier he is in person. he’s so so sooo pretty and tiny <3 as soon as i saw him i was like “pixie on stage!”

his voice. how do i talk about his voice? well instagram lives definitely don’t do it justice! we’ve heard him sing live so many times but being there while he performs is just something else. he sounded so so incredible i was in awe the whole time. i mean i know he can sing but he’s been touring for months now and he doesn’t sound tired at all? his voice never falters? it’s actually the opposite? he just gets better and better with every show. and listen. i know nothing about singing but i do know louis’ voice is perfect and one of my favorite things in the world ❤️‍🩹

his band is also SO GOOD omfg i love them. the guitar solo in fearless. holy shit. it was just 👩🏻‍🍳😙👌🏻 michael 👩🏻‍🍳😙👌🏻 ah and seeing the band thank the fans for the show as they left the stage was so cute <3

oh i almost forgot to mention sun room rip. they were so much fun!! when we got inside i was so tired from being in the sun the whole day and then running and climbing stairs but when the music came on i suddenly got all my energy back and more lol ✨

the only thing that wasn’t so great about my experience was my spot ☹️ i was at the barricade but on the right (or louis’ left) and i’m beating myself up for this bc that was CLEARLY not a good spot but my dumb ass thought it was :( then i couldn’t leave bc the middle of the pit was even worse at that point. i’m trying not to dwell on it but it’s hard fjskdf after all i queued for 10 hours :/ (apparently not nearly enough bc a lot of people camped for WEEKS. i kinda hate brazilian fans tbh) and people who were behind me in line got way better spots (including a girl who kept singing the entire 1d discography while we waited. yes i am petty and jealous). i won’t even post the videos and pics i took bc they’re embarrassing 😭 but i watched the show next to oli and krystle lol (and chris too for the first few minutes)

but anyways! LOUIS WAS SO HAPPY!!!! and to think i was part of that… AHHHH 🥺 i mean the things he said specifically about brazil and our crowd just from his FIRST solo concert here… it has already done more for me than therapy! that moment during beautiful war when he just stopped to take it all in??? i almost fell to my knees and started sobbing. i’m proud of making him feel so loved and appreciated 💗 also after last night i can’t understand how there are fans who care about anything other than him???? like. nothing else matters.

i’ve lost 50% of my voice and i can’t wait to lose all of it tomorrow when i see him again hehe <3 i think that’s a nice reminder that i screamed songs i love and have waited so long to hear live :’) i truly had an amazing experience and the thought of him not being back in a few years is even more terrifying now 😵‍💫

#ltwt22: rio #my show #crying sobbing can’t believe this is a real tag #ask

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ofclympians · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸) !!

camilo has the best job in the WORLD doing the thing he loves most - TEACHING. a college philosophy professor, camilo has the ability to SHAPE young minds for the better. he's dedicated the majority of his life to sharing his WISDOM with the world in any way he can - even going so far as offering free night classes to adults with busy schedules. his infinite pursuit of KNOWLEDGE and desire to articulate it to anyone willing to listen has made him a highly coveted professor, with students queuing on waitlists to hear him TEACH. needless to say, his personal life is virtually non-existant. he dedicates all of his time and energy to his students, and those fleeting free moments he does have are spent in search of more MATERIAL. his desire to learn and teach has often outweighed any yearning for true human connection, allowing LONELINESS to acquaint itself with him as the years flew by.

more info HERE.

nel has been a fighter since she was a child, much to the dismay of her single father. constantly being implicated in childhood SKIRMISHES on the playground led to repeated expulsions - which was just fine for nel. she never enjoyed traditional schooling, as if something inside her small body knew she was destined for a greater PURPOSE. rowdy and opinionated, nel only became more of a handful as she grew older; she had a strong sense of JUSTICE and was willing to fight for it. her father carried a great amount of both fear and PRIDE; worried for his only daughter, but proud of her strong morals and ideals. into adulthood, her strong spirit flourished and her righteousness grew. she unearthed a feeling of DISDAIN for the government and its unjust practices, leading nel to discover a group of vigilantes looking for a leader. finally having found her true purpose, nel and her new friends began advocating for a new law - where wrongdoings are met with their proper CONSEQUENCES, regardless of wealth or status.

more info HERE.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie oc rp #open starter #⌈ ♔ ⌉ OUT OF CHARACTER. || ✧ –––– starter call.#pls i'm DYING to write them

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 2 years

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I can't recall that story about a fan from Florida, can you talk a bit about it, please? I'm always so surprised about fan stories about concerts, it doesn't align with my experience at all, but I've only seen smaller bands/artists, not international artists, so I guess the difference in the type of fandom/ people attending the concert may lie there.

The report was from a fan who had gone to the Florida gig where the venue was declared unsafe at midnight when Harry was yet to go on (I feel like a piece of that story is missing still, maybe we'll learn more soomeday). So they had a legitimate reason to be pissed off, but by the end I was wildly unsympathetic.

Basically the way they told the story everytime the world wasn't exactly what they wanted was a sign of injustice. While they were waiting in line they heard that tickets were now on sale cheaper than the prices they'd paid for the gig so they complained about how nobody would give them a refund (that's very much not how pricing works).

They had queued up the day before or something and so were at the 'front' of the line. But the security guard processing went slightly differently and so they weren't the first in the venue. They presented this as people being bad at their jobs, and unjust. I hate when fans present them getting what they want as an issue of justice, and particularly when they do so in a demonstrably unjust situation. 'Who can queue the longest' is a fucked up way of deciding who gets the best view of a concert that excludes a lot of people (and leads to not great experiences at shows). The author of the post wrote as if there was some kind of universally agreed rule that the security guards were breaking, and they were unjustly taking away something the author deserved, by processing them slower.

Then there was a lot of complaining that the security guards didn't bring them water in the pit, as a sign of incompetence and cruelty - as if it's a reasonable thing to do to stay somewhere and demand other people come and meet your needs. (I do think distributing water is a good harm reduction practice - but people who are in the middle of the pit getting annoyed that they're not being brought water is ridiculous).

The whole piece was very unselfaware and quite offputting. And really unable to see the difference between injustice and not getting what you want.

I know what you mean about other concerts. There is a lot of very specific culture around 1D. I do hope there's a little bit of an evolution so that people in the pit are meeting enough of their needs so they can stay, or get out before they collapse.

#I have very little time #for fans as a category who have been treated badly #at hte best of times #and this post was not the best of times

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justanotherkinrequest · 4 months

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could i request a moodboard for a klarion (young justice) fictive? with lovecore, emo fashion, and transfem themes? and preferably in reds, blacks, and pinks too if you can. (and also if you can avoid using the screenshot of me with a night sky and the moon on the right in the background that'd be great too, a handful of people tend to use that one and it makes me dysphoric)

Queued! I hope you like it!!

#🦜.accepted #🦜.txt

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forest-requests · 4 months

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queued up! hope you like it and that you’re having a good week!

#letters to the forest

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cooldudes-kinhelp · 4 months

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*absolutely! :] i have queued it !

#mod ben #answered asks

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kierancampire · 5 months

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Some things I wanna share about my day before I forget:

1. Lidl said it opens at 10, but they seemingly let people in before then, they just open the tills at 10 which is good to know

2. Multiple people had the Smart TV and dual air fryers in their trolleys, I think I was the only one to rush to get a hoover!

3. So I was clearly standing behind a till, just not directly behind the person in front of me as I didn't want to block the aisle. This couple looked at me standing in line for this till, but then just walked in front of me? So I said "Excuse me but I'm queuing for that, I just didn't want to block the aisle." and to their credit they went behind me. Thing is. When I say they went behind me, they went BEHIND me, like for literally no reason this couple got so close to me that their basket was pushing into my leg, and in my peripheral vision I could see both directly over my shoulder, and even though they spoke to each other quietly I heard everything directly as it was literally like they were whispering in my ear! Words do not do justice to how close they were to me to the point of touching when there was no need for them to be that close!

4. I think I experienced a never before seen thing at Lidl as they opened up every single till at once due to how busy it instantly was!

5. The guy in front of me started talking to me and was just chatted the whole time in the queue! In hindsight it was nice and shows how far my social anxiety has come as I felt I talked great with ease!

6. I was gifted the water bottle on the right last year by mum, but besides not being great at keeping things cold and the temperature locked in, yeah, it just became rusty and would build up gunk that smelled like algae! So as they were on sale I got 2 Chilly's bottles as that has been my favourite bottle yet and I so regret damaging my last one! So excited to have these again!

7. For some reason Royal Mail and not Amazon delivered them just now, but the guy delivering me was clearly trying not to laugh when he saw me and said "Is it really Miriam?" as the Amazon label had scrunched up in a way that my name was hard to make out, honestly I'm absolutely fucked after carrying that hoover back, so I just gently sighed and went "Yup." so now somewhere out there a postman thinks I'm called Miriam

#personal

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bisexualgoth · 8 months

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Hi there, trust you are having great Tuesday morning. I'm a victim of abuse from my grandmother and dad, I don't want to go too much into detail, as it's highly triggering, i worked on getting some evidence to press charge against them(going well so far) but i need to move out of the house of my abusers as soon as possible and seek justice. I need all the help i can get (please see my pinned post for my frequently updated "beg-post"). I beseech(beg of) you to donate towards my moving/getting justice if you can. Also, if you can, please consider boosting my pinned post (a detailed beg-post)(if you have already seen my post somehow before now, there's been a recent development/progress)- that will help reach more potential helpers. please don't ignore me, please!. I'm open to suggestions/corrections, you can send an inbox/ direct message if you have concerns/questions, and i will answer in no time. Thank you for hearing me out.

i am so sorry to hear this, i just reblogged & queued ur post, i wish you all the best ❤️❤️❤️

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ravingsockmonkey · 1 year

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