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it was supposed to be short n small and now its 3k & its unedited and u all have to just deal with it bcos it was supposed to be SMALL | ao3

The driver's side car window makes a resounding thunk when Steve’s forehead falls against it.

Through the glass, his keys glint tauntingly back at him.

Still tucked in the ignition, locked in on the inside. So close and yet so far from Steve who is, unfortunately, locked on the outside.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

He lets his head raise up a bit just to drop it back against the window again, this time more in punishment. Of course, of course, he coughs up the money needed for a warrant of fitness and then he goes and locks his keys in the car the next day. Like he needed one more cost added to his finances.

Steve steals a glance at his watch. Fuck, if he doesn’t get on the road in the next 10 minutes, he’ll be more than late to work.

His eyes glance across to Eddie’s van, parked beside his own car, outside the trailer home in Forest Hills. Then he looks back at the trailer.

He can ask. He can just go inside and ask Eddie for the lift— and explain that the reason he can’t take his own perfectly fine car is because he’s so goddamn thick between the ears that he’s locked his keys inside, like some kind of moron.

The voice in his head sounds suspiciously like his father.

Something thick grows in his throat. He swallows it to no avail. Embarrassment begins to flush down his neck, hot and uncomfortable.

No, no— he can’t ask Eddie because as far as Steve knows, Eddie hasn’t quite figured it out yet.

Even while Dustin and Mike make their jokes about him being a bit slow, even when Robin says at least you have your pretty face, Eddie brushes them off and laughs. Takes them as jokes with no merit to them. Steve knows though.

So what if he doesn’t want to burst his bubble just yet?

He knows Eddie will figure it out eventually— because they always do. When he asks too many stupid questions and needs things explained twice and— and it’s just inevitable, okay? He knows that.

Fixing his glare through the window of his car at the shiny pair of keys within, Steve wrestles with what would be worse; being late or accidentally tipping Eddie off when they’ve just gotten so close.

Close enough to share a kiss, two nights ago, under the covers. It was barely more than a peck. But Steve knew it had taken a miraculous amount of courage from Eddie to do it— to surge forward and grab Steve’s face, his rings cool against his skin, and press his mouth against his Steve's own.

Eddie’s lips had been chapped but his smile had been pure sunshine and Steve thinks he could’ve stayed forever under that blanket, memorising the shade of pink Eddie’s cheeks turn after a kiss.

They’ve been dancing around it ever since. Each interaction is more charged, more flirty, more gooey. Long lingering looks and pointed nudges that make Steve feel like a 14-year-old with a crush again, in the best way.

So, no. He exactly can’t go ask.

With a heavy sigh and glance up at the darkening sky, Steve is only glad he’s not supposed to pick up Robin today as he begins to walk.

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One phone call to the auto-shop reveals exactly how much it’ll cost to get his keys retrieved. Which is, to say, entirely too much for one adult living on the wage of a Family Video employee.

And they won’t be able to get anyone out for another whole day.

Growing more and more frustrated with himself, Steve angrily jots the number down into his little notebook, the pen pressing down hard enough to leave indents on the page behind it. Keith is somewhere out the back, snacking no doubt, and leaving Steve to man the front.

Normally, it wouldn’t bother him— especially because he could discretely make the phone call he needed— but now it’s just him, the empty store, and the number in his notebook that stares back at him.

Oh, and it’s raining.

The darkening sky from earlier had transformed into something closer to a thunderstorm, rain lashing against the windows and driving any and all customers away. Which is fantastic— just what Steve needs now, really the fucking cherry on the top.

The phone rings, the noise unusually shrill in the silence of the store. The film playing amongst the aisles has been on mute as soon as he’d gotten his hands on the remote and Keith had disappeared out the back.

Steve stares at the phone, watching it ring once, twice, before he picks it up with a heavy sigh. He dredges up his customer service voice.

“This is Family Video, how can I help?” He greets, putting as much pep into his voice as he can manage—which turns out to be a meagre amount.

“Did you walk to work today?”

Steve straightens up at the sound of Eddie’s voice on the other end of the line. His free hand instinctively smooths down the front of his vest before he quickly remembers Eddie can’t actually see him.

“Eddie?” He asks, instead of answering the question.

“Your Highness, himself,” Eddie responds. His tone is that usual jaunty playfulness that Steve’s come to adore. “Now answer the question, Steve-o. I thought you were one of those smart guys who actually listens when the weather report comes on the radio. Why the hell did you walk?”

Steve’s shoulders curl in, just an inch, and his eyes seek out the open notebook with the quoted amount, underlined and circled, staring back at him. His throat grows a lump at Eddie’s unknowingly poor choice of words.

“Thought I would walk today.” He replies, his voice clipped. “You know, walking, exercise, good for you? Any of these ringing a bell for you, Munson?”

It’s supposed to be a joke but Steve can tell by the end of the sentence, it’s come out way too sour to land that way. He sounds mean.

Steve cringes, clutching the phone a little tighter and screwing up his eyes. He waits for Eddie’s response.

“You know,” Eddie says, sounding a lot duller all of a sudden. “I was calling to maybe offer you a lift through the rain—”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, that-“ Steve cuts in, that same strange embarrassment swelling in his throat. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“—But if you’re gonna be a dick about it, you can enjoy the walk.”

Steve grits his teeth and pinches the bridge of his nose because this feels a little too much like a line from his Dad— but it isn’t because Steve is the one digging this hole all on his own. He’s the idiot who fucking locked his keys in his car and walked to work and snapped at Eddie and—

“No, I’m sorry.” He says, still a bit too tense.

Idiot, idiot, you’re being a fucking idiot, Harrington.

“A ride would be appreciated. Please.”

A pause. This time when Eddie speaks, he’s a little softer. “You off at five today?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at five.”

The dial tone sounds as Eddie hangs up but Steve stays where he is, phone pressed against his one good ear, with a sinking feeling in his stomach. The rain begins to flood the parking lot.

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Five o’clock comes around too soon.

The rain has let up, just barely, but enough that Steve can actually see Eddie’s van when it pulls up into the parking lot. It rocks about dangerously in the wind and Steve suddenly feels bad for making Eddie come out to get him.

He could’ve stayed here, taken the longer shift. Told Keith to take off early and just walked back home when the rain let up a little more— or just camped out the back on the couch in the employee room if it never did.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

He’d started doing it more and more when his parent’s visits to home became more frequent. It was easy to pull a few white lies out and Steve far preferred answering questions like: Where were you last night? than Why won't you come out to our event tonight? Show face for the Harrington's? It's not like you're doing anything with your life, right?

The only reason he’d stopped, actually, was because he had become good friends with Eddie.

Eddie, who loved his company almost any hour of the day. Who gobbled up each and every morsel of food Steve cooked up, whether it was good or partially burned on the sides. Who told him he had a place in the trailer, day or night, rain or shine.

Eddie who… was waiting outside at five o’clock exactly, pulled up to the curb so Steve wouldn’t have to walk through the rain for more than a moment.

There’s a sliver of surprise, deep within his chest; like he thought Eddie might’ve not shown up and forced him to walk through the rain, just to learn his lesson. It would make sense, Steve thinks. You reap what you sow.

He clocks out hastily, barely murmuring his exit to Keith who doesn’t look up in the slightest. Steve heads for the door and decides then and there, he’ll happily pay the number in his notebook if he doesn’t have to tell Eddie what a fucking moron he actually is.

Water splashes as he dashes down the steps and Eddie’s leaning across, pushing the door open so Steve doesn’t even have to wait to yank it open in the rain. He slides in, sprinkled with rain, slams the door closed, and instantly gets blasted with heat.

“God, you’re a lifesaver,” Steve sighs, sticking his hands out towards the air vents which are working in overdrive. They whir loudly in complaint. Eddie smiles, the apples of his cheeks glowing in the warmth, and twists the wheel, his eyes on the road before him.

The van groans and the bumper dips, kissing the gutter, as they roll out onto the road and head for Forest Hills. For a moment, Eddie focuses on driving straight before he flicks his gaze across to Steve.

“You know I wouldn’t have actually let you walk, right?”

Steve blinks, unsure of what to say in response, because he actually did think that was a possibility until about 2 minutes ago. He shivers as a stray drop in his hair sneaks under his collar, cold and wet.

“Right.” He answers, giving a hesitant smile back.

They’re driving slower than usual due to the rain. Steve lets himself sink back into the worn seats of the van, comforted by the familiar smells. A tang of tobacco, a stronger hint of weed, and that musky deodorant that Eddie swears by— even if Steve has never heard of the brand before.

But, well, it must be working in some sense because when Steve takes a deep breath, he smells it and feels a sense of calm. He doesn’t even notice he’s begun staring.

The strange weather has made Eddie’s hair frizzier than usual and paired with his rosy cheeks, Steve thinks he looks goddamn delectable. He gets caught up in a daydream about having a hot chocolate when they get back to the trailer, maybe even sharing a blanket on the couch and—

And then, Eddie turns and says, “So, wanna tell me why you walked? For real, this time?”

Something shrivels up within Steve. The tightness in his throat from this morning returns. He turns his head and looks out the window.

“I don’t get why you don’t believe me when I say I walked because I wanted to.” He grumbles, almost too low for Eddie to hear over the rain.

Why are they still talking about this? He thinks of the keys through the driver’s side window, thinks of the number in his notebook and the much smaller one in his bank account, and has to hold back from thumping his head against the glass again.

Something metallic jingles behind him.

Steve whips around, his eyes zeroing in on his keys dangling from Eddie’s hand— clearly just retrieved from his pocket. Something ugly and warm wakes up inside him, his stomach knotting uncomfortably, and his cheeks start to burn in embarrassment.

Idiot, Idiot, Idiot.

He knows, he already fucking knows how stupid you are.

Eddie’s eyes dart off the road to look at Steve. “Cos you’re clearly not telling the truth.”

Steve averts his gaze, turning his face back to the window and the wet pavement rushing by beneath the car. He swallows but the lump in his throat doesn’t move.

“Okay, look I don’t actually care that you walked to work,” Eddie continues, placing the keys down in the cup holder between the seats. “I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me that they were locked in your car.”

Steve can’t help it, the way his shoulders hike up. His teeth sink into his bottom lip meanly, nearly drawing blood. He doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it— Eddie’s still trying to rationalise away what everyone else has already figured out.

“I just—” Steve starts, on the defence, but it comes out a bit too wet. He forces himself to swallow again, thankful there’s no sting of tears in his eyes. “I can fix that shit on my own. That’s all.”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie agrees.

Below them both, the hum of the van begins to dwindle and Steve realises abruptly that Eddie’s slowing down, pulling over to the side of the road. He looks to the side, at Eddie.

“Please, c’mon, I just wanna go home, man.” Steve pleads, not even caring that he’s referred so casually to Eddie’s trailer as his home.

“Wait, just,” Eddie waves a hand as he sticks the van into park, releasing the wheel and properly turning to Steve.

“I just want to understand. You know I can pop the door to most cars in, like, 5 minutes. Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Eddie,” Steve stresses, turning away with a pointed sigh. He runs a hand through his hair, latching onto the roots and tugging at it. “Just leave it, please.”

“Or asked for a lift!” Eddie continues, his hands gesturing out a bit wildly. “I could’ve given you a lift even.”

Steve's eyes slice across the van and he wills back every emotional outburst that wants to lash out of him, to poke the right spot that will hurt to get Eddie to back off.

But Eddie is just staring at him, brown eyes wide, a little furrow between his brows, and is just confused. Concerned.

“If you keep driving,” Steve murmurs, almost dejectedly. He ducks his head low and turns back to the window. “I’ll tell you.”

It works— the engine rumbles back to life and the wheels roll gently back out onto the road, just a couple more minutes from Forest Hills. Steve watches the road and tries to grasp for the right thing to say, each possibility dissolving like smoke. His eyes squeeze shut tightly. The rain dins loudly on the roof of the van, a song and dance of the elements.

By the time they’re entering Forest Hills, Steve still hasn’t said a word. The van crawls up into its usual spot, next to Steve’s own car, and Steve stares down at it. He can hear the soft click of Eddie’s seatbelt as he releases it.

He supposes it’s too late now, anyway. Eddie already knows. He keeps his eyes out the window as he speaks, his voice flat and dull.

“I just... I didn’t want you to think that I’m an idiot, too.”

There’s a questioning noise behind him, a little noise from Eddie’s throat that slips out, unbidden.

“Too?” He echoes. “Steve? Who thinks you’re an idiot?”

Steve huffs loudly and turns back, throwing his hands up. “Jesus, who doesn’t? Would you like a list?”

Eddie’s face twists into a meaner expression than Steve's ever seen before and for once, he properly matches the dark clothes and spooky tattoos he dons.

“Yes. And I’ll go door to door— wait,” He shuffles, shifting up onto his knees so he can stretch over the console and place his large hands on either side of Steve’s face, directing his gaze towards him.

It’s reminiscent of a kiss not too long ago. Despite all the burning self-deprecation that churns inside, the pleasant reminder dulls it significantly.

“I’ll go door to door to anyone who ever made you feel that way,” Eddie repeats, now face to face with Steve, their noses nearly touching. His brows are still pull tight into a furious frown. But it's not at him, Steve realises. “And I’ll do something— I’m not sure what yet, but it’ll be foul and like, maybe I’ll put instant mash potatoes on their lawn and— okay the specifics aren’t relevant but this— this is.”

He searches Steve’s face intently, eyes darting around, making sure the message is sinking in. His expression softens out, his eyes suddenly sweeter than before. “You’re aren’t an idiot, Steve. You aren’t an idiot for making a mistake and I’ve never thought that about you.”

Steve blinks. Swallows heavily and god fucking dammit, is the thickness in his throat ever going to disappear? This time it feels different though. He’s not sure how.

“You don’t think I’m an idiot, do you?” Eddie asks.

Steve shakes his head, moving Eddie’s hands with them at the same time. It’s true, he doesn’t. Eddie is… goddamn fucking wonderful. He’s like a warm summer shower through the wretched seasons of Steve’s life. One of the reasons it was worth living through the entire ordeal of 86.

The rain outside continues, pitter-pattering on the roof, somehow softer than it was a second ago.

“Okay,” Eddie says, a small smile on tugging on his lips.

“Okay,” Steve says back. He tries for a smile and it’s easier than expected, though it wobbles at the ends. It doesn’t matter— Eddie is still gazing at him, brown eyes shining and Steve believes what he says.

“Okay,” Eddie says one more time, his smile turning closer to a grin. “Let’s go make some cocoa, yeah?”

He moves to retract his hands but Steve moves faster, his hands darting up to hold them in their place, palms against his cheeks.

“Wait,” Steve murmurs, watching how Eddie stills and keeps his closeness, their noses still a couple inches from touching— and Steve clings to the threads of courage in him tightly.

His hands slide off Eddie’s, grasping lightly at his wrists, and it’s easy to lean forward and connect their mouths in one swift motion.

Eddie squeaks— then melts.

It takes half a second before he remembers to kiss back, equally as enthusiastic and it’s nothing like the first kiss they shared under the covers. The rain dances around them and Steve swipes his thumbs over Eddie’s pulse soothing, feeling the barest jump of his rabbiting pulse.

When he shifts back, breaking the kiss, Steve keeps the closeness, the tips of their noses bumping together. Eddie’s hands feel blazing warm on Steve’s cheeks but when his lashes flutter open, catching sight of Eddie’s glorious pink cheeks, he thinks it might be his face burning up too.

They tumble inside through the rain and with all of Steve’s prayers answered today, they also share a blanket on the couch, ankles linked beneath the rumpled fabric. They make hot chocolate, Steve’s style, and sip it at, making googly eyes at each other over the rim of their mugs— until Eddie laughs too much and spits it down his front.

Steve doesn’t feel stupid again— unless that is, you count feeling stupidly sappy.

(He does not.)

#get it OUTTA MY SIGHT #god this ate up too many hours for the final product #resisting the urge to boo my own work #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #hurt/comfort #technically it is tehe #steddie hurt/comfort #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington hurt/comfort #uhhhhhh that's all folks.#i just need a boost im having a week and its friggin. monday #okie byeeeeee

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moonfableflor · 9 months

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Honestly I'm just filled with rage that so many people are so fucking stupid they can't even begin to conceive the idea that people are literally just meant to eat and drink and watch the stars and be content with life and whatever helps you do that as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else is fine but then here comes along Moneys Richson Jr and he wants ALL the money and to make ALL the people suffer and to get in ALL of everyone's business and judge them for just feeling happy in themselves and OOOH NOOO A PERSON DOESNT FIT INTO MY TINY BOXES AND EXTREME STANDARDS IM GOING TO USE ALL MY MONEY (because I'm Moneys Richson Jr) TO MAKE IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM AND SAP THE HAPPINESS OUT OF HUMANITY WHICH IN THE METAPHORICAL SENSE ALREADY DIED I just want to like punch some people or something,,, like WHO CARES IF HE FEELS BETTER AS A GUY WHO CARES IF SHE FEELS BETTER AS A GIRL WHO CARES IF THEY FEEL BETTER AS NEITHER WHO CARES IF HE USES HE/HIM AS A GIRL WHO CARES IF SHE USES SHE/HER AS A GUY WHO CARES IF THEY'RE BOTH A GUY AND A GIRL WHO CARES HOW THEY RELATE TO THEMSELF WHO CARES WHO THEY DO OR DON'T FUCK OR LOVE ROMANTICALLY OR LOVE PLATONICALLY OR LOVE QUEERPLATONICALLY WHO CARES IF THEIR BRAIN DOESN'T WORK LIKE YOURS WHO CARES IF THEY NEED MORE THINGS THAN YOU TO NAVIGATE THE WORLD BETTER WHO CARES IF THEY NEED HELP WHO CARES HOW OLD THEY ARE WHO CARES HOW THEY LOOK WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK IS ABOVE HUMANITY AND PART OF THE UNIVERSE WHO CARES ABOUT THEIR HAIR OR FACE OR EYES OR ANYTHING WHO CARES!!!!! WE'RE ALL HUMAN AND THAT'S THE ONLY THING WE NEED TO KNOW AND WE SHOULD CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GODSDAMN MONEY-CULT

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 2 years

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was looking for a rabbit reference to make and had a truly 13 voice: what a universe i will never understand it moment

#to find out that the melody of a song you only know as a nursery rhyme has a meter long wikipedia page #that includes half the world and that much war #is uh #uhhhhhh #astonishing #i think #is the word #what the fuck #marching songs christmas carols nursery rhymes football clubs folk dances?????#what the fuck gfhkggjghgjhgjk #when youre a kid they tell you life is all grow up buy a house get a job #but the truth is the world is so much stranger what the fUCK hfkjghkggjkj #um #alright then #back to my rabbits foot who is still waiting for me to make some kinda sense with the next line #i probably wont #this fic is more of a collage than a writing effort

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mcytblrsexymen · 1 year

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So Who WERE The Mods Backing (and a glimpse of how many people it takes to run something like this)

Alright, we have had a lot of people in the ask box asking who the mods wanted to win, so I went around the group chat and asked everybody who their most favoured blorbos were. This was the result.

I'm Second @theminecraftbee! obviously, Joe Hills. also, ZombieCleo, Technoblade, Scar, Quackity, MumboJumbo, Cubfan, jojosolos, and somehow VikingPilot despite the fact I don't watch Dominion (I have been given a playlist I will watch soon).

Medusa @antimony-medusa. My guys were Martyn, Ren, Pixlriffs, Technoblade, Oli Orionsound, Philza, Ethoslab, ZombieCleo, Bekyamon, Sneegsnag. I took a lot of Ls. I was also won over for propoganda for Quackity, ClownPierce, Wilbur, VikingPilot, Joe Hills, Cubfan, and RTGame. I’ve seen so much good art.

hi i'm roxy @thanotaphobia and i backed technoblade, quackity, joe hills, and #saintsweep !!!!!!!!! my blorbos did so well

Katy, @blueeyedjoy Techno, Quackity, RTGame, VikingPilot despite not having watched him before (am planning on watching through his videos soon), Schlatt (gone too soon), and Joe Hills

Sorrel @magicalmanhattanproject Obviously, Joe Hills. Also, Pixlriffs, Technoblade, Quackity, VikingPilot (despite not watching DominionSMP yet), Eddie the Rabbit, HBomb94, RTGame, Cubfan135, Martyn Inthelittlewood, GeminiTay

Jewels, @juliana677 Technoblade, Scar, Joe, Cleo, Philza, Mumbo, Scott

Sabira @floweroflaurelin: Pixlriffs Pixlriffs Pixlriffs Pixlriffs Pixlriffs—

Emmy @astronomeridian was going for whoever I thought was less likely to win up until the final round or two, which meant voting mostly for dsmp names even though I’m a hermit main, but I always voted for Joe and Cleo and wanted Charlie Slimecicle to go all the way. also Grumbot just cause I spent the time finding screenshots and making them look pretty.

Foxx, @missvulpix212 Voted for Technoblade, Puffy, Phil, Ranboo, Wilbur, Niki, Pearl, Etho, and Joe at the end.

Peachy, @peachytaiga on tumblr. I backed Techno, Philza, Quackity, Daddy Pix, RTGame, Wilbur and Joe. Very much was hoping Techno would beat Scar somehow

Luna, @moonlitedelight on tumblr Here's the list of folks I voted for at least twice in total, in no particular order (bc I love too many ccs ): Zedaph, Beef, Technoblade, Sneeg, Finnster, TFC, RTGame, Eddie the Rabbit , Lizzie, Scar, Jimmy, Mumbo, Pixelriffs, Joe Hills, Tango, Niki, Quackity, Doc, Smajor, Oli, and Cleo

No Tumblr/Don’t want to be Perceived

H - Captain Puffy, Techno, and Quackity

C - Uhhhhhh RT Wilbur slimecicle quackity Techno Joe

TD - my guys were: Sapnap (bodied by a rabbit), Dream, Puffy, Technoblade, Scar, Joe Hills, ZombieCleo, Wilbur Soot, QUACKITY, and Etho because of the alliance

O - backed joe, RTGame, QUACKITY, charlie slimecicle (I committed so much fraud for quackity) M - god this list is all over the place. anyway, i was rooting for techno, f1nn5ster, mumbo, connoreatspants, wilbur, and finally joined the joe hills team at the end. :YesYes:

#data crunch group chat

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sirensplayhouse · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

welcome back, it’s y’all’s favorite sirengodmother 🕺🏾so as y’all can see by the title we’re gonna be talking about the power of knowing x brazen impudence along with what it is and how it helps. so buckle up and enjoy the ride 👍🏾🤝🏾

know /nō/ verb

be aware of through observation, inquiry, or information.

ac·cept /əkˈsept/ verb

believe or come to recognize (an opinion, explanation, etc.) as valid or correct or to receive something willingly.

now there’s a method to my madness🧍🏾‍♀️knowing and accepting go hand in hand. you know the sky is blue because that’s what you’ve been told ever since you’ve been here. it’s what you’ve consciously and subconsciously accepted as fact. you know that after it rains you’re most likely to see a rainbow because you’ve accepted that as a fact.

“Just as the moth in his desire to know the flame was willing to destroy himself, so must you in becoming a new person be willing to die to your present self.” uhhhhhh HELLLOOOOO🗣️😮‍💨

in order to truly know and accept your desires you must defy your current beliefs and let go of your old self

“ok so siren you’re talking all this nonsense about knowing and accepting but saying how we’re supposed to do it 🫠”

ask and you shall receive 🕺🏾

live in the end (ik y’all are tired of me saying this but😂LIVE IN THE MF END). embody and become the person who has what you want. think their thoughts, talk how they talk, walk how they walk, he’ll eat what they eat✋🏾. even if it’s just for a few minutes a day, do it until it becomes natural and persist until it becomes reality.

next is saturation something that everyone seems to be against🙃. let’s face it a lot of us have/had deep ass limiting beliefs and can’t simply just accept that our desires are ours. and that’s ok that is why repetition/saturation came to save the day. again an assumption is something that is presented as false but when persisted in hardens into fact. ask if you need to saturate your mind go for it, don’t let anyone tell you that it’s pointless or doesn’t work

go into your beautiful human imagination and give yourself everything you desire and when I say imagine I’m not talking about visualizing. there seems to be a misconception that imagination and visualization are one in the same when in reality visualizing is just another tool or form to help you imagine.

to imagine is to believe (something unreal or untrue) to exist or be so or assume in other words.

when you give your desires to yourself in imagination the feeling of acceptance and wish fulfilled will wash over you and then guess what happens ?

if you guess that this is the part where we talk about brazen impudence then you are correct🕺🏾🤭

now what is brazen impudence ? well hate to break it to you but it’s really just another fancy word for persistence🧍🏾‍♀️. when you have brazen impudence you know for an absolute undeniable fact that you’re desires are yours and both hell and high waters cannot stop nor separate you from your desires. you are undeniably convinced that your desires are yours (which they are) and nothing can deter you from that fact. you are confident in your power and your ability as God as the creator of your reality that you can have whatever you wish for.

now I don’t want y’all to think I’m saying that it’s required to know and accept your desires as fact in order to manifest because I’m not 👍🏾 you can not believe your affirmations or believe the fact that what you’re scripting/visualizing will come true. it’s the persistence in the new story that makes your manifestations your reality.

anddddddd that’s all you lovely folks for todays lesson😂

#sirens untouchable hits 🕺🏾

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utilitycaster · 2 months

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ok we are 10 minutes into kollok and i am straight up not having a good time but I am going to commit to this hour of watching. to keep myself from losing it i'm going to do some very irritating stream of consciousness on this post and post it at the end, nonrebloggably so as to not yuck any yums (though feel free to go wild in the replies). also I need to point out: I don't have misophonia. I have openly and repeatedly said I think the Sam Riegel ASMR ad is not just inoffensive, but actively very funny and enjoyable. The sounds on this show are setting my teeth on edge. I hate it. also for the intro the immersion is genuinely WORSE than say, CR or D20 because everyone's just reading prologues that they've written.

speaking of we're done with the prologues to the prologue and into the prologue, as demonstrated by the title screen and horrible noises.

I call this filter the "yeah I've got mild astigmatism and have taken mushrooms before, you're not special"

hmmm we're stuck in this fuckery for a while and i'm suffering so anyway folks i've made it so polygon will think CR is good:

the music is pretty good I will give them that. also this is literally not special though. like Zac just was like uhhhhhh math as any GM would say, he just was weirdly aiming for suaveness instead of like. normal.

All the profanity on this show sounds like a mormon or a ten year old who just learned the word "fuck" and is trying it out. as a woman who swears constantly i'm like what is HAPPENING. also this blonde woman who isn't on the show in the present day is rolling so hilariously badly. is this why she's not on. girl get out.

back to the present day; this actually is a really good industrial music video ruined by some actual play in the background

"zac, I'm going to command attention please"

"who's zac"

"sorry, driver" ah yes yes this is SOOOOOOO much more immersive i'm totally not making the jerk-off motion

i love u danielle radford you deserve better. although the actual RP now that we're in it is like, fine.

really i think a really significant problem is that this is the most 2014 YA-dystopia plot that ever plotted except as a core part of the premise, everyone is 30. I feel, honestly, that this is the other big issue in actual play that people at polygon obsess over that leaves me ice cold, (also? lots of fandom cold takes), but like...I was a HUGE sf nerd pretty much from childhood, and I think a lot of people came to actual play for a number of reasons not tied to the genres in which it typically exists (fantasy, science fiction, horror). This is fine but it means you get people who act like VERY standard genre conventions are either the most brilliant and original creation on earth, or utterly baffling. Anyway my point is that this is giving Divergent by Veronica Roth but it THINKS it's somewhere between Twin Peaks by David Lynch and the adaptation of the Handmaid's Tale and it's like no babe. you're Divergent by Veronica Roth. stop fronting like you're Twin Peaks. You're Divergent. By Veronica Roth. Which I read while stranded at LaGuardia over a decade ago.

lighting effects are fine honestly. reminds me of the Doja Cat 2020 MTV EMA version of Say So. Wish I were just rewatching that. rotating rock i love you. you are the best thing here other than danielle radford. I feel like I'm in a really fancy Spencer's Gifts. by the way I know i'm being pretty bitchy and incoherent here BUT I'm sober; let's hear it for Stupidly Bougie Soda and Nonalcoholic Spirits.

I'm also eating bean dip with a spoon. in my defense I made REALLY good bean dip and I don't have chips.

I just. other than the digital filter in the flashback I genuinely don't see how this is different than D20 except lacking in any charms and OH GOD THAT'S TIME.

but I want to add that like...the thing is Danielle (C-dubbs) was doing some wacky funny stuff and it felt like it was being shut down and to be fair I get wanting to stick WITHIN the genre but this whole thing feels joyless, and not like "oh, survival horror is so grimdark and sad", I am a tragedy enjoyer, but like. it feels...mandated.

Also this is weird and picky but for all of Those High Production Values (repeated direct quote from the Polygon article) they do a weirdly bad job of filming the die rolls? Like, they cut to the dice trays at the wrong time?

Finally, and this is just a pot shot at Polygon but they should stop making it so easy, but the article was like "I watched the 4-ish hour first episode and I didn't have a clue what was going on but it had Those High Production Values" and it's like...I was demonstrably fucking around on tumblr and in GIMP while watching and I have a pretty solid idea of what was going on. Maybe it goes nuts in the remaining 2.5 hours that I may chip away at to be able say I watched a full episode and decided it "wasn't for me" *smiles like I'm a waitress on Hell's Kitchen and Gordon Ramsey just asked me a question* but I think you might be dumb.

CONCLUSION: just watch the Doja Cat 2020 MTV EMA version of Say So, read Divergent (by Veronica Roth) (you don't have to be at LaGuardia) and like, check out Mentopolis or Misfits and Magic if you want to see Danielle Radford in a Kids on Bikes game that is good.

#i am NOT tagging this if you find this via search and are upset i am sorry but simply block me and leave i stand by all the above statements #long post

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shrekgogurt · 3 months

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Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

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ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#as i was typing this an eighth grader started singing that jack harlow song help #wipsday #ikabikam #vainposting #Youtube

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seeminglydark · 8 months

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✨Meet the Artist✨

I’m cheating cuz this art is from a couple years ago but frankly I still look like this so uhhhhhh not fixing or updating other than my mullet being more mulletty, all my interests are also still the same. Really just a couple changes, but there’s been a lot of new folks discovering my art and comics over the last couple years so HELLO. It’s me. I’m just a cartoon in your computer box.

You can read my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal on Tapas and Webtoon etc etc

I’m glad you’re here!

#I’ve had pink hair for like 8 years and that shirt since I was in highschool #meet the artist #idk if we still do these here but I think it’s HILARIOUS I didn’t have to make a new one cuz I’m still the same two years later.#maybe that’s an middle aged thing #I am my own original character

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gmgt-mifa · 3 months

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I have a question for all y’all nd folks- do any of u have ways to get ur self to do tasks that works and isn’t ✨problematic✨? I just realized that the thing I’ve been doing (forcing myself to not do anything I want until task is done) has deteriorated into (me doing nothing for hours on end and feeling like shit about it) and its kinda uhhhhhh suboptimal

#nuerodivergent #executive dysfunction #adhd #adhd struggles #adhd problems #I just want to graduate #and maybe not be miserable #is that too much to ask

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discobrainrot · 1 year

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Kim/Harry for the ask meme? Sorry if someone already asked

Anon. Anon.

PANDORA'S BOX, ANON.

YOU JUST RIPPED THE FUCKING LID OFF.

So, this might be my OTP, so uhhhhhh this one might be longer than the others (somehow lmfao). God, I have so many, this is gonna be hard to pick. More folks can ask for HCs for these guys. Hell, ask me for HCs about them in different AUs!!! I have HCs for days!!!!

1. Harry is the first person to treat Kim like this.

"Like this." That's a broad statement. It's a broad statement for a reason.

Harry is an all-encompassing experience. He assaults the senses from every conceivable angle. Sight, sound, scent - I imagine you can practically taste his sweat from across a room. A warm blanket. A void that swallows the world. You are either consumed Harry Du Bois, or you aren't. There's no in-between.

So, when Kim is the centre of Harry's attention, it's like nothing he's ever experienced. No one has seen Kim like this. But, at the same time, no one has witnessed the raw core of his being and not understood it in such a visceral, primal way.

It's not "you should take those racist comments as a compliment," it's "what's Seol?" It's not "you're one of the good gay people,'' it's "what's homosexuality?"

All Harry knows is how to pick at scabs, tear at stitches, and pull the lifeblood out of people's veins. It's raw. It hurts.

It's beautiful.

Kim has never been put on a pedestal before. He's always been the second, third, even fourth choice. He copes with people implying (or outright stating) that he doesn't belong because of his race (and certainly his sexuality, although we don't encounter that in game). He's a self proclaimed spoilsport - not who the 57th would really want present for a Cop-Off. He's nothing special in his own eyes. Just getting by.

But Harry... Oh, Harry. He wants every part of Kim the way that no one else has. He wants the things that make him angry. The things that make him sad. He wants the parts that Kim hid long, long ago. He wants what hides under the survival instincts and professionalism. He wants to dance in a church.

And, by god, Kim wants to dance, too.

2. Kim was infatuated first, but Harry was in love first.

I think that Kim got butterflies when Harry called him cool on the balcony, but he wasn't completely caught off balance. It was... nice. It was something fun, but it didn't make him fall hard and fast. Attraction is one thing, but I don't think Kim would have fallen first.

Harry, though... Ten days. I think ten days is all it would take for him. I think he's in love the second he asks Kim to join the 41st, but he doesn't have the words to explain it. He just knows that he doesn't want a life without Kim.

Maybe it's the skills trying to protect him (especially having recently experienced the Final Dream), or maybe they're as lost as he is. They just think he's fucking cool. They know he's important. But this is a new kind of deification. With Dora, it was straight forward.

A beautiful woman gives Harry the time of day. Done. Cross your lungs, get on your knees. Easy as 1, 2, 3.

Kim, though? Oh man. He's cool. He knows shit. He can play pinball (cool) but hates it (even cooler). Did you know that there's a very, very slim chance of Kim actually managing to shoot the body out of the tree? BECAUSE IT HAPPENED IN ONE OF MY PLAYTHROUGHS. It blew my mind, and in that instant I was RIGHT with Harry.

Call me Disco "Would Do Anything For Kim" Brainrot. (I mean, call me Misc or Milo, but you know lol).

Regardless - Harry is in love. He's off his rocker, totally, deeply in love way before the word materializes in his broken brain. And as he grapples with everything, Kim preens under his attention. He thinks it's cute. He thinks it's nice to feel wanted.

Still waters run deep, but he's underestimating the depth of Harry's rapids. Welcome to the undertow, boys.

3. Kim can't pronounce Harrier with his accent.

Look. You can't take this from me. If anyone finds the Derierre Du Bois post, please link it b/c I can't find it right now.

But come on. Come on.

Harrier? In the language that decided pronouncing "H" and "R" are optional? I know that his voice actor can say "Harry" and "Harrier." I simply Do Not Care.

It's AH-ree-AH instead of "Harrier." It's AH-ree instead of "Harry."

THAT is why it's "Detective" or "Officer" most of the time. He's fucking embarrassed, but Harry loves the way Kim says his name.

#harrykim #kimharry #what's the ship name ive seen for them?#sunshine parabellum #i think thats it #Disco Elysium Shipping #Disco Shipping #Misc Ask #Ask Game #DE Hot Take

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findafight · 9 months

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For that ask game: 8, 10, 24

Also, something I hate in fics is how some have everyone talk in therapy speak. Like have you seen these kids? The closest any of them have come to therapy is maybe Will after S1 with the lab saying it was to talk about how he was feeling, but it was more to understand the effects of the Upside Down. These kids do not have a detailed understanding of mental illnesses, symptoms, or coping strategies. (And even worse, it's everyone but Steve talking in therapy speak because he's written as too dumb to understand anything?)

Choose violence asks

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

oooh I've see more than I thought I would robin not being touchy. it's often accompanied by Eddie being touchy, which is probably true. While I think she's picky and possibly gets overwhelmed, I really do think she's so clingy with Steve. She doesn't like people she barely knows touching her but Steve's her pal! her rotten soldier! her sweetest of cheeses! She is going to be all over him she's gonna tuck her arm through his, she's going to fall asleep on him! sometimes yes I think she would be cuddling and go "ah. no more for me too much thank you" because sometimes you just need to not be touched but it's not all the time. I love steve and robin being sillies hanging off each other :)

10. worst part of fanon

ohhh uhg. idk. not a fan of when folks make pre s1 steve some mega bully? like he and tommy and carol just didn't register people outside their bubble existed. Robin says this! He wasn't shoving people into lockers or calling them slurs, he was just abivalent and ignored them or laughed if he heard they did something embarrassing. They picked on jon because of the pictures, the graffitti was stupid and hurtful, and steve said everything he did likely because he knew it was horrible to say and wanted a fight. He wanted to rile Nancy and Jon up! He was wrong and he knew it, he tried to fix it and then apologized. Doesn't make it okay but also doesn't mean he went around doing that kind of thing every week? Idk people try to make him cliche 80's hs bully when he was just some popular guy who didn't know the names of a lot of his class mates

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

uhhhhhh blr. while i like the ship, some folks are like. waaaay too invested in it being canon, the most epic love story on tv, created from the start by brilliant writers who planned it from the beginning ,to the point of trying to gatekeep the ship because they think if you don't think it's canon/canon the same way they do you aren't fully acknowledging the depth of the characters and don't actually like the ship. my gosh. tj-lc behaviour. calm down. take a sip of water. watch a different show.

#findaanswers #stranger things #ask meme answer #anonasaurus #robin buckley #steve harrington #blr #first link is to the list second is to my askbox

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honestlydarkprincess · 9 months

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tagged by @ravens-words <333

Name: jess, jessica

Pronouns: they/them / she/her

Where do you call home: canada :3

Favourite animal: wolves and sharks!

Cereal of choice: uhhhhhh cornpops or cornflakes

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? depends on what i'm learning but i would say a combination of visual and kinesthetic

First pet: that i can remember would be my cat Merlot

Do you believe in astrology: i do not

Favourite scent: ohoohhohoh uhhhhh that greatly depends but i like most coconut scents ?? idk i've never thought about it lskdjf

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music?: that i've made? about 17. probably about the same amount that are friend playlists/spotify playlists

Sharpies or highlighters?: highlighters!! looooove me a highlighter

Song that makes you cry?: In the Stars by Benson Boone

Song that makes you happy?: anything by Sleep Token :3

And finally, do you write/draw/create?: i do all three! i draw, write, and make edits/memes

no pressure tagging: @bigfootsmom, @housewifebuck, @alyxmastershipper, @transbuck, @translasso, @userdisaster, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, and @folk-fae

#about me #tag games

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mr-laveau · 1 year

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I...have been tagged by quite a few people to do this... it's all good tho! Also yes, I've been dead online, I got a new job and I've been adjusting to it

Uhhh let's see who I was tagged by... @halscafe @annahhopee @zozo-01 @romeo-the-homeo @darlin-collins ...and this is for the...

Get to know me: Redacted Listener edition

Oh. Well without further a due, let's get into it (yuh).

Favourite listener character? Sweetheart/Darlin

Are we really surprised? Are we? No. We're not. I love them your honour. Sweetheart and Darlin are just cool. They've got amazing powers, interesting plot lines (Erik please remember they actually do things), they've got the best boyfriends and they're really just two sides of me put into one person.

Listener character I relate to the most? Darlin/Honey/Freelancer/Sweetheart

Yes. You can't make me pick, I do relate to these four the most. Honey's standoffish personality. Darlin's bullheadedness and strength. Sweetheart's wits and playful nature. Freelancer's inability to seek help on their own as they push themselves to bare things on their own while helping everyone else (T_T)...I'm fine. Totally.

Favourite Listener Character to Write/Read? Lovely/Darlin/Sweetheart

Most of my WIPs are these three, I love them so much, my god do I have so many thoughts about them. They're all different parts of me and I cannot undo that, now I just think about them a lot.

I Want Their Powers? Seer Obscura (Morgan's listener)/Darlin/Sweetheart

Listen, I don't even mind that being a seer is somewhat of a difficult cross to bear, I think it's fuckin' cool AND they get everyone's magic plus a special one that not even d(a)emons can wield. Why the wouldn't I? If not then I either want to be able to shift or phase & cloak like SH does because that shit's fuckin cool!

I Want Their Life? Cutie/Honey

Listen, the office babes actually work office jobs which isn't my cup of tea, the others are doing plot shit I actually am not confident I would want to go through SO, I want their life. I'd treat Guy and Geordi right. They bring joy to my life so of course I would want them.

I Have Their Life? *Looks at my life* *squints* pre-Vincent Lovely

Given that I've projected so much shit onto Lovely. Yeah. This makes sense.

Comfort Listener Character? Honey/Sweetheart

THEY HAVE THE BEST COMFORT BOYFRIENDS, WHAT CAN I SAY? LISTEN, no you listen. It's the switch in me. There's two kinds of comfort I love and these two provide that and I refuse to be apologetic of it.

Anywhooos, that's all folks! Since I'm the one of the last peeps to like actually respond to this...uhhhhhh...anyone who sees this is free to join

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astronnova · 1 year

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post/711787050657038336/its-crazy-how-one-dude-with-a-following-can-spread is this about that Nezha artist I've heard about in the fandom, the one who doesn't want anyone to ship Nezha with anyone except their oc?

uhhhhhh no. at least i dont think?

its about a twitter user who's about 15 i think? they spread misinfo that nezha is "eternally twelve", and when native chinese folk came and told them that they're incorrect and asking them to please clear up the misinfo because its leading to people harassing artists who draw nezha suggestively or ship him or anything really in relation to him, the twitter user straight up said "no, i dont want to".

its also weird how tons of adults jump to defend this one kid who propagates what they want to hear about foreign culture instead of listening to people literally living in the country. like, when a group of chinese artists made a public post because talking it out in private wasnt working, a bunch of adults harassed them and called them all "creeps" for "making a public post about a minor".

if that minor can have a huge platform and can be your source of information about a whole ass culture, they can take responsibility for lying and spreading misinformation

#critical . txt #🐒 critical watches the kid monkie show #✉ mailbox

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loversandantiheroes · 1 year

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Ezra vibes — you’re right and you should say it ❤️

Also — tell me more 👀👀

Uhhhhhh I don't know what happened, but here's 600ish words of some real gen Ezra meta with a side of accidental girldad schmoop and a reader who's worked with Ezra before.

Bish I do not know what this is or if it is good but it is words and I will take it 😅

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Ezra was not a man you would've ever considered frugal with his words. Point of fact the man carried on so effusively that you had, on more than one occasion, accused him of having lost the key, lock, and latch to his bonebox all together. With time, though, you grew accustomed to the easy chatter, mapping out the cadence and rhythm of his speech, the tone and temperature of his voice, and the meticulous navigation of his vocabulary.

Fringeling dialect was no small part of it - that odd colloquial snarl of Basic, Vayok, and Kevva-only-knew-what that had crossbred and rooted out there at the edge of the Black, a manner of speech that had by design or by chance grown thick and sharp and able to confuse and snare the unwary or dim-witted. But that wasn't the end of it.

Ezra was careful with his words. He rarely lied. Not that he never did, but he seemed to prefer a cautious navigation around the truth rather than an outright lie. On a good day he could talk even the dustiest old floater into pirouettes around a single point of avoidance with a pearl-bright smile and barely a pinprick of sweat on the laddered creases of his brow. On a bad day, well, those were the reasons he preferred such caution. The close scrape of honesty by virtue of a technicality had been his salvation more than once.

All this to say, he was not a man that gave his word lightly. If he gave it at all. Deals, bargains, and arrangements, sure. But oaths; well, those that held an ounce of air were scarce. Promises were a hard thing to keep in the Black, and the folk that drifted out in it long enough to survive it learned to dispense them prudently.

The girl, hard-eyed and unmoving as a gods-damned sand bear, had no mind for such prudence.

You're leaving, she said, arms folded tightly to her narrow chest, fingers digging into the grimy sleeves of her sweatshirt. A statement, not a question, a splinter of fear wedged deep through it.

Hear me out, little bird, Ezra said, his lone hand raised in placation. Two cycles. Three at the most. Long enough to arrive at our destination, make our trade safely, and return. The docking here's paid up for seven, and your room the same. We'll be back long before then, safe and sound and far, far richer than we left.

The girl's eyes landed on you, sharp and cold as stones. If even half of what Ezra said about their time down in the Green was true, you could hardly fault her for her mistrust. Ezra knew you, trusted you. She didn't.

You trust them?

Ezra looked to you, brows hiked high. The shadows under his eyes were lessening finally, but he still looked thinner and more haggard than the sly, round-cheeked man you last saw stepping onto the loading docks at Puggart Bench.

I do, he said, the words plain and unembellished.

The girl scowled, but the set of her shoulders relaxed an inch. You nearly smiled. Brevity was the clearest hallmark of sincerity with Ezra. You knew it; clearly the girl knew it, too.

Two days, Cee, he said again. This is the best price we're like to get on this haul without a corporate contact. Two days, and we come back rich.

Swear. The word left the girl's mouth like a rifle shot. Swear you're coming back.

The lines of Ezra's face slackened, and there was a brief look of understanding in his eyes before an unusual warmth bloomed in its place. And then, slowly, he nodded.

On my life.

#i did a thing????#I wrote a word???#what happened???#who am I????????#wtf do i tag this as I haven't done this in so long 😅#pedro pascal #ezra #prospect

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