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Barbie Mattel worked with Autistic Self-Advocacy Network (ASAN) to create the first-ever autistic Barbie !!!! I am obsessed with her and so thrilled to witness such representation
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More Barbie and the Nutcracker fanart for your viewing pleasure.
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With ICE conducting door to door raids now along with 1000 more of those inbreds coming (LITERAL Nazi Germany shit) and if they come do NOT open your door or even answer it!!!! You can’t trust these inbreds NOT to come in and either destroy or steal your stuff….
But I figured I’d balance with some good news!
A Sex Shop called Smitten Kitten is helping to send essentials to needy families who are understandably scared to go out. And you can donate below!! And if you can’t simply spreading the word is enough!!
This makes me happy that despite the horrors, bright light still shines and like Mary Alice in Desperate Housewives said, “ In the wake of any great disaster, people start to perform small acts of kindness”. 🥰
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Ooh, "the zippo" for the wip ask game?
oooo, thank you! so this fic is supposed to be a short one-shot but I hadn’t figured out much of it yet other than this scene:
…it’s a dark night in the Harrington backyard. the backlit blue of the pool casts shadows on Eddie and Steve as they sit companionably by it, kicking each other's ankles under the water.
they’ve not yet named this thing stretched taut between them and Eddie keeps hovering around acting on it. he's not sure exactly what it is that's stopping him; maybe he's just afraid to put himself out there first.
tonight, he fiddles with Wayne’s zippo, left over from his uncle's time in ‘nam where a lot of the metal lighters were engraved with funny or rude sayings.
but Eddie’s not really thinking about the zippo when he hands it over to Steve's waiting hand, unlit cigarette in the other.
Steve looks down, fingers the engraving before a broad smile breaks out across his face. without lighting his cigarette, Steve takes Eddie’s hand in his and purposefully lies the zippo face up on his palm, refusing to let go until Eddie looks down at their entangled fingers. On the silver is scrawled:
Girl, if you want to fuck, smile. Then hand back this lighter.
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The continous rise in sex negativity among young people is incredibly concerning.
That's so boring of them.
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I just KNOW Eddie was looking at Dustin doing his little graduation speech like this from the afterlife
And then he cackled at the end when Dustin flipped Higgins the bird 😁🤣🥰😭
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Robin: What you doing, Ed?
Eddie, watching something with a pair of binoculars: Steve is giving the kids swimming classes, but he said I distract him so I can't go there.
Robin: So you're oggling him from a far like a creep?
Eddie: Yes.
Robin: What a weirdo.
Eddie: ...
Robin: ...
Eddie: Just so you know, Nancy is there too. She's wearing her baby pink bikini.
Robin: ...
Eddie, pulling out a second pair of binoculars from his bag: Do you want one?
Robin: Give me that!!
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We should talk about how fondly Claudia looked at Steve when he jumped up and carried on cheering for Dustin.
Or how her expression was giving, ‘Yeah, baby! Fuck the system!’ during her son’s speech.
That's because obviously Steve got adopted by Claudia. That's her son as well. 😌
internet politics and real-world politics have gotten so separated, and pretty soon all this internet weirdness is gonna come crashing into real life and politicians are gonna start throwing around words like “SJW” and “anime communist” and “dark enlightenment” and it’s just gonna be the most ridiculous fucking thing
date of origin: 13th of april, 2015.
happy 10 year anniversary!
This post.
This fucking post.
It is in some ways, the only piece of evidence I have that there was a time Before.
People love to say things like “Hiding Anne Frank was illegal, turning her in would have been legal” without like fully grasping the modern implications properly. You have tons of folks like “if WW2 happened today id have __” that do not realize what is happening around them.
We have this idolized AND sanitized version of what happened then, and so we do not recognize it when it happens now.
Resistance fighters assassinated nazis and blew up weapons and infrastructure and destroyed records and forged paperwork and raised secret funds and smuggled people in vehicles and yes, hid them in their homes.
“Well it’s sad he got sent to an ICE camp but he faked his permit :/“
Whoever helped him fake his paperwork did what fighters in ww2 did. People who cut through chain link fences do what fighters in ww2 did, people who blow whistles chasing after ice cars do what fighters in ww2 did, people who destroy arms factories and cop city cranes do what fighters in ww2 did, people unmask agents do what fighters in ww2 did.
People are doing it now! They’ve been doing it now! You keep saying “oh if this happened here__” it HAS! It IS!
What are you doing about it?
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Being in the south in America is the worst cause everyone already reps the American flag but on top of that there is the Texas flag and the Don't Tread On Me flag, which there is a 65% chance they are evil nationalists and not patriots, but once you see Confederate flag, Come and Take It flag, and blue stripe flag its 100%. I once saw someone with the Mexican flag and a trump flag waving off their lifted truck, like what
i only know a few of those flags but the picture you paint is terrifying
Reblogged corrodedheartsclub
Eddie's gobsmacked. G-O-B-smacked that Harrington of the bagel-that-litters-every-freakin-morning is currently speaking -- fluently -- in the English language.
Those droopy hazel eyes yearn upwards at Mrs Mellows in English Lit class. "Hope springs eternal," Steve so earnestly drones that Eddie rolls his eyes. He knows his classmate is full of shit even as he quotes, "Man never is, but always to be blest, the soul, uneasy and confined to home, rest and expaliates..."
Eddie tunes out, so infuriated that he can't listen any longer. He knows. Knows that Steve has never approached even a modicum of an idea of a poet, let alone Pope.
Next he'll be quoting Wordsworth, Eddie fumes, slamming his maths textbooks into the metal lockers. He determindedly ignores that his reactions are unrealistic. Overblown. Amplified.
So what that Harrington shows an interest into the nerdiest of all things: literature? That he shows an interest into the areas that Eddie so much enjoys and can only superiorly scoff, when other boys laugh at the idea of enjoying poetry, and enrages him further.
The dark oranges of the sun fall through the windows up high of the school, slanting east while falling on the inhabitants, hinting at cooler evenings.
The idea of cool nights does nothing to ease Eddie's irate ideas of the evenings ahead and, as Steve benignly passes him in the hallways, Eddie's furor only hones accutely when Steves stops, smirks, and says, "Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-liver'd boy."
Eddie doesn't see the slim book that had been slipped into the back of Steve's denim pockets as Steve declares again at Eddie's increasing frown, "The tartness of your face sours ripe grapes."
Eddie scowls further. "Fuck you," he says heatedly, "as if you could do better, you-- you--" he stutters, trying to find the best insult, but can only settle on the classic, "you stewed prune."
For an entire month, Steve taunts Eddie with snippets of his secret weapon: The Complete Works of Shakespeare's Snonnets and Poems. To the point where Eddie doesn't know whether he is impressed, frustrated, or awed at the deft knowledge used by Steve to blatently play with Eddie.
Weeks and weeks later, sitting in Steve's lap, only just having taken back his tongue from the other's mouth, Eddie asks, "Am I thine friend?"
Steve laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs to the point of near howling while Eddie smirks above him, happy at provoking his humour as intended.
"For sure, my liege," Steve smile besottedly, staring up at Eddie with awe and love, bringing his dearest closer with a frim hand behind Eddie's neck.
His voice is rough, almost wrecked as he clearly remembers the years of their relationship past, "My love as deep as the sea; the more I give, the more I have, but for both are infinite ... I love you.
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exclusionism, huh?
