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As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.

It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

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Finn his own person he can hang out whatever he wants you guys cannot tell him not to be friends with Noah that's dumb.... It cannot tell them they should not be friends with Noah anymore that's not nice that's really fuck up so please fucking stop and you act like Noah doesn't have feelings he does I had enough for this you guys of taking it too far Noah just went peace.... You guys was messaging finn to unfollow him and not be friends with him anymore and hate him cuz he's an evil person that's what you said that's mean very mean that's pretty messed up guys stop being hateful for once Noah doesn't need this evil people in his life you don't know what he been to I understand Noah my favorite person 😊 I hope I get to meet you someday noah ❣️☺️ I am really kind of person

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Hey, I’d really appreciate if this could be shared far and wide. I don’t have much. But I have an excessive amount of Ghost merch. Please help me raise money for this family, and for Maryam and maybe win a prize.

Links:

Maryam’s gofundme

Operation Olive Branch Linktree

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All the tarp you see are human bodies. How many of those tarp covered bodies didn't make it to see their 18th birthday? How many didn't get to see the 1st birthday of their child? How many didn't get to celebrate retirement? These are human lives being ripped away at an alarming rate.

There should be no reason you can't step outside without seeing a decomposing child, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, friend, or lover.

They had lives and yet they are buried next to the sidewalk? Would you be okay with your loved one being buried next to the sidewalk? No. No you wouldn't.

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every day I think about the religious anime girls…

And how the artist drew several pro-Palestine drawings like this one

in 2014, that’s right, 2014, this did not fucking start October 7th.

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‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.

Source: BBC

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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!

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byler is the theater/choir kid(will) x band kid(michael) troupe. sorry not sorry

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Greetings! I’m getting over being sick right now, I’m just sitting at home w nothing to do since it’s the end of the year and I just wanna say I’m really sorry for my absence! I was going to write some stuff for Halloween, but I just never followed through. More writing soon (I PROMISE)! Y’all be safe this holiday season, stay warm & cozy & hydrated. Happy holidays if you celebrate (-: much love!

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I once again sincerely apologize for this but I will probably be taking another hiatus. It was a good like. Week. But as of right now I think I may be getting sick and also depressed. Band camp is also a thing so I have less time in the day (at least 9 or so hours) to do basically anything else and school starts the week after next. I’ll try to write as much as I can if I feel like it but right now all I feel like doing is crying and sleeping. Thanks for stickin’ around, I’ll try to be back soon.

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Okay so. I just want to give this a quick thing. If you somehow find this person don’t harass them or whatever (I mainly use tik tok idk the tumblr culture the best) but just. Use this as a learning moment. Read rules. Please. I explicitly have ‘fem aligned people dni’ and ‘I do not write x fem reader fics’ on my blog. I really don’t want to start having to write ‘fem aligned dni’ on my posts but it’s not that hard to read the writer’s boundaries/rules for writing fanfiction (ESPECIALLY if you are requesting). I will still write the gender neutral version of this (eventually). Please, please, PLEASE read rules and boundaries when requesting, y’all! 😅

*im sincerely sorry if I came off as passive aggressive in this post, I just find it annoying as there are so many other blogs that will write for fem readers and it’s genuinely SO difficult to find masc readers for a butt load of characters. It’s especially not fun when you’re trans and you’re like “oh god now I feel invalid because only fem people like [insert characters]!” so please. Just be aware! No hate to the requester.

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Man, y’all really must have enjoyed the eddie headcanons! Thank y’all so much :,D!! I’ll be writing more (hopefully) soon!

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I vote for Eddie x autistic reader headcanons 💗

Eddie Munson x Autistic!Reader headcanons

Terms used: none specified (:

Hello!!!yessss I love this request!!!!! This may not align w ur experiences w being autistic but I definitely tried to make it inclusive of other experiences! Also I am an afab autistic person so my upbringing definitely changes the experience. Anywho, I’ll definitely do my best!!!! Enjoy this!!! (I sort of hc eddie as autistic too, sorry if u don’t I kind of included it in these headcanons lol)

also I made this a gn reader since u didn’t specify! Enjoy!!!

Eddie adores you.

absolutely and positively ADORES you

probably knew you were autistic if you aren’t very open about it before you tell him

Pretty sure he’s also autistic. Some form of neurodivergency. cant convince me otherwise

He treats you like he would treat any other significant other (as he should!)

He listens to you n tries to help if you’re over/understimulated

bro literally is amazing

if you fidget w his rings and shit he loves it. So much

Similarly to literally anything else

idk bro just loves feeling like he’s helping you self regulate

even if its just you fidgeting to fidget because this man does the same shit

bro playing w his hair n rings n shit??? Telling u bro. Autism.

if you’re having a meltdown bro is going to try his very best to help

As I said earlier. same with overstimulation.

If you need to block out noise? Bro has the loudest metal shit you need

Need to be communicated to and not have to communicate back? He’s cool with that (as he should be)

If you need to go somewhere else to calm down? Bro has a van for a multitude of reasons

Eddie will get into your SpIn/hyperfixes 100000% if he isn’t already into it and loves talking to you about it

You like this specific comic series?

(A few days later) Great! Me too! I love that series! It’s great.

And he means it genuinely!

Don’t even talk abt the gifts this man will get you

He WILL find you a mug based upon your interest(s) no matter how obscure

Even if he has to make it himself (:

Bro will go out of his way to make sure you avoid circumstances with the bad sensory shit

Even if it puts his own comfort aside

Constantly sweeps/vacuums his trailer to make sure there’s little to no weird little debris if u hate them

If he couldn’t get to it he will offer you wear socks inside that day

Bottom line he thinks you’re great and he takes care of you!! Best boyfriend ever I’m the entire world ever ever everrrrrrrrrrrrr<3

I am so so so sorry this took so long I have had horrible writers block and it wasn’t getting better soooo I decided to just finish this. Also sorry if it’s kind of shit I tried to be inclusive but I’m also just using my own experiences and what I appreciate and I know it differs from person to person! I love Eddie sm 🫶 again sorry if it wasn’t what you were looking for specifically 💔 hope som1 out there will enjoy it (:

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🌑☁️”Watch the stars with me?”☁️🌑[Will Byers x Reader]

Warnings: none other than some wack characterization on my end, reader is lowkey autism coded but whatever it’s up to interpretation!, swearing?, mild mention of drug usage, sadness n rejection n being ignored, out of character shit and stuff that didn’t happen canonically (obv)

terms used: he/him, boyfriend, masculine labels (:

what’s up I’m back. Took me less than a week to need a break 💀 anyway, here’s the coveted Will Byers fic! Initially I was going to make this an autistic and ftm reader but I just decided to go w a masc reader in the end. I also thought this was going to be fluffy and shit. Haha. Wrong. Angstiest shit I’ve ever written. Enjoy! Longest thing I’ve written and released at this point. Also don’t @ me in any grammar or plot errors, I haven’t proofread this yet.

It was another day at school for you. You sat at the back of your classes, simply observing.

Nobody really bothered you. It wasn’t that you were well liked by everyone, nor were you hated. Nobody really paid any attention to you, so you thought, and maybe this was a good thing, but it meant you didn’t have any friends. It kind of sucked though because you had a crush on this boy named Will Byers.

At the beginning of the school year, Will moved to Lenora Hills with his mother, brother, and sister. His sister, along with him, were in a majority of your classes.

Will’s sister, Jane, got bullied and teased quite a bit. She seemed very socially awkward, but it wasn’t her fault. In fact, you could relate at least a little.

Despite this, you were sure you were sure of yourself that you were going to ask Will on a date—to hang out at least, mainly because you didn’t know if he was gay or not, but he was doing a report on Alan Turing, a widely admired mathematician, who also happened to be a homosexual.

You were going to approach him after class that day, if all went right.

It was nearing the end of class, the class had been instructed to do a project on important people in U.S. history. You ended up choosing Walt Whitman, however you hadn’t presented yet.

Angela had just finished her presentation on Hellen Keller, which was ironic because of her bullying those who were different, and Jane was called up to give her presentation next. She had made a diorama that you found very cute, it was of her late father’s cabin. As she was explaining, Angela decided to interrupt and bully her. This got her very upset, she went to her seat crying. It truly hurt to see what happened, since you could relate, but you couldn’t do anything but attempt to give her a sympathetic look, but her eyes were directed at her feet as she made her way back to her desk and laid her head down.

Will was obviously concerned for her, as a good brother should be, so after class he raced after her and tried talking to her. That was the last you had seen of either of them aside from a crowd surrounding Jane and Angela, ending with Angela getting dragged away by a teacher.

it was early in the morning. You, however, were going to the Byers household to go and ask Will if he could hang out with you. The both of you lived in similar areas of the Lenora Hills suburb, so it would only take you a few minutes to get there. You looked down at the box in your hands and then shoved your Walkman in your pocket as Flashdance What A Feeling by Irene Cara came on, you softly hummed the music.

When you reached the Byers household, you knocked on the door. Will’s older brother, Jonathan, came to the door.

“Oh…hey?” he said.

“Hi. Is uh.. is Will home?” you asked.

There was commotion from behind the dude standing in front of you as he yelled for Will, but just as he had come to the door, a large van had pulled up at the house. Will came to the door but looked straight through you to the van with a panicked gaze, multiple strings of curses left his mouth as he rushed to his room. Jonathan turned back to you.

“We’re going to the airport, picking up an old friend from where we lived before,” he said, smiling at you. “You can join us if you’d like, you may want to make the decision quick, though.” You nodded, making your way to the van and hopping in.

“What’s up brochacho? Why are you here? You a friend of Byers’ siblings?” the strange man driving asked. You couldn’t find a way to make words leave your mouth as you admired his hair, it was really really long, you thought.

The seat beside the strange man opened, and Jonathan hopped in. Following suit was Jane and Will. Will held what looked to be a rolled up painting. Jane and Will just looked at you, mostly confused gazes.

“What are you doing here?” Jane questioned in a confused tone. Your face flushed as you stumbled words out.

“Oh uh…I came to—I came to talk to Will, but uh..you guys had to leave so I Jonathan invited me t-“

You were cut off by Will, telling the strange man whose name you found to be Argyle to just hurry and drive. It hurt you quite a bit, but maybe he was seeing an old close friend?

But another thought plagued your mind. Maybe a long distance girlfriend? You didn’t know. He never mentioned any girls from your observations, not even any old ones that he was interested in. Maybe he just didn’t have any luck in the dating world? Again, you did not know. The rest of the ride was mostly spent in silence. You felt incredibly out of place, so many thoughts raced through your head it was difficult to comprehend them, an—

—d before you knew it. You were at the airport.

“Is it okay if I come inside with the rest of you?” You asked Jonathan. He gave a simple nod of approval, so you followed the Byers looking down at your shoes.

You sat next to Jane in the uncomfortable airport seats, the opposing side of her being Will. She was obviously very excited, and so was Will. His smile in turn, made you happy also. You knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you smiled at the sight nonetheless.

Suddenly, spooking you out of your daydream, Jane and Will shoot up out of their seats and ran to a lanky boy around your age with curly black hair wearing a visor, sunglasses, and typical California tourist attire. Jane went up to him first and received a kiss from the boy, which put one of your thoughts to rest.

Will quickly rushed after and stood awkwardly next to Jane. To you, it was obvious that he wanted to show the boy the art he had created, however, he ended up backing out shyly.

“Who’s that?” The boy asked, in reference to me. Before I could respond, Jane responded for me.

“Just a friend from school, c’mon. I have a big day planned for us.” She said, the boy throwing his arm around her. Will looked pained from these interactions, which in turn also pained you.

After the introductions with Argyle and the warm welcomes from everyone else, everyone got back in the van, got breakfast, and began on their way to Rink-O-Mania.

You once again looked down at the box you had carefully crafted for the boy that you thought was perfect for you, thinking about how you could give it to your crush, but decided that now wasn’t the time, and with fleeting hopes, you simply kept staring at the box. Before you knew it, the van had gotten to the aforementioned roller rink. Jane rushed out of the van with the boy. Will lingered for a moment, it seemed he was zoned out.

“Uh— c’mon let’s..go.” he said, looking at you and leading you out of the van. You decided to leave the box in the van and follow Will. Before entering the rink, Jonathan called out to him.

“Hey, Will. We’ll be back at six. Have fun, okay? Uh.. you too, Will’s friend.” It had just occurred to you. Basically nobody knew your name aside from Jane and Will, hell, nobody had even let you complete a sentence aside from two miniature ones to Jonathan. Did it make you upset? Yes, but you decided to shrug it off.

You followed Will inside the rink. He was obviously not focused on you, moreso on the mysterious boy that had just arrived. You didn’t blame him, though, you were just some weird kid that showed up to his door earlier this morning because you wanted to wish him a happy birthday and maybe get him to hang out, and assuming he’s an old friend, you’d probably want to hang out with an old friend instead of the kid that sat in the back of the class, too.

You followed the group to the skate rental counter and rented your size of skate with money you were going to use hanging out with Will that day, but you supposed that you technically were hanging out with Will, so you allowed the thought to slip past you.

The three of them, Jane, Will, and the strange boy, all sat down to put their skates on. None payed attention while you stood there.

“Oh, Mike, you forgot socks.” Jane said. What an anticlimactic name you thought.

“Oh..dang—“ Mike said.

“They sell them at the counter.” Will said, pointing over to the same counter where we got our skates. Mike nodded and got up, giving you a nod of acknowledgment as he passed by.

You found another place to sit and took your shoes off. Soon, Mike came back with some gross yellowy-green colored socks.

“I asked for vomit green, and they gave me vomit green.” He said, eliciting a small laugh from Jane and Will. “Shouldn’t we let him sit with us?” He asked, motioning to me.

“Oh—nah… I almost have my skates on, no need to move.” You assured. Mike, once he got his skates on, he stomped his way over to you.

“Yeah, never got your name by the way,” he said. “The name’s Mike, and you are..?” He held his hand out in an attempt to get a handshake.

“Oh, yeah my name’s [Y/N]. Pleased to meet one of Will’s friends from where he lived before here.” You shook the boy’s hand. You then continued lacing up your skates.

The rest of them end up leaving to go onto the rink. You finished tying the laces and followed suit, a little far behind Will. You attempted to skate up to him, finally getting close enough to tap him on the shoulder, but he ended up skating quicker. You knew he didn’t mean to ignore or brush you off, but his friend from wherever he used to live had spoken to you more than he even had. And that shit stung bad, however, you persisted.

You continued attempting to follow the Byers boy, but you ended up getting lost in the crowd of other skaters in the rink. You looked around from your current spot attempting to find them. To no avail, you decided to leave the rink.

Finally getting out of the rink, you took the skates off and put your shoes back on, deciding to go to the arcade and maybe win a prize for the boy of your dreams.

It was around half an hour later, you had successfully gone broke at the arcade, but it was worth it. You had won a penguin stuffed animal in a claw machine! Will loved penguins, you knew that from the few times you were partnered for projects in class. You couldn’t wait to show him.

Speaking of, where was he? You glanced at the rink and couldn’t see them. The three of them were all giggling and had various snacks from the rink concession stand. They didn’t even bother looking for me?, you thought, ignoring Will scanning the entire building.

To you, it seemed that nobody wanted you here. You had invited yourself, after all. Nobody invited you. You had barely even spoken. You weren’t valued in the current event, but you couldn’t leave since Argyle was the one who drove you here.

It all came crashing down on you all at once, and the words leave kept being repeated in your mind. You needed to seek refuge, and you were lucky enough to find a place to.

You snuck into a room that said ‘employees only’ that appeared to be vacant and sat down. You didn’t really have much else to do, so why not just chill out by yourself?

By chill out, of course, you meant cry.

Sobs escaped from your body, the quiet sounds echoing from the walls of the room.

You found an old pinball machine to sit up against. You were tired, so you decided to go to sleep, ending up laying on the ground and holding the penguin close to you.

Will’s POV

“Dude, c’mon! You’ve been a total sap all day.” He said to me.

“I mean, yeah. I have. I’ve been a total third wheel.” I replied.

“A third wheel? You think that’s the worst thing in the world??” He asked. “You’ve been a complete dick to El all day. Not only that, but completely disregarding the ‘forth wheel’ you brought with you.”

“What?”

“You know? [Y/N]?? You know, the one that’s wanted to talk to you the entire day but you were too focused on me and El all day to even talk to?” He said. “Hell dude, I’m pretty sure I’ve spoken to him and acknowledged him more than you have today, and he isn’t even one of my friends.”

Oh shit.

“Really, dude. All he wanted to do was catch up to you and talk to you. Maybe tell you something, I dunno, but it’s obvious he wanted to talk to you for some reason. We didn’t even get snacks with him. We lost him when we first got on the rink!” He exclaimed. “Dude. I’m pretty sure I saw him holding a penguin plushie when we went and got snacks. Also pretty sure he went broke trying to get it for you in the arcade.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed. “Fuck!”

“Yeah. You may want to right your wrongs soon and find him. He didn’t look to happy when we got snacks.” Mike said to me.

“Where was the last place you saw him?” I asked.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to look.” He said, walking away from me. I started panicking. Where the hell was I going to find him? I began frantically scanning the entire rink looking for them. El was with Mike, and [Y/N] was nowhere to be seen anywhere else. I checked the boys bathroom and the entire arcade. No [Y/N]. Finally, I ended up to an employees only closet, and all I could do was hope he was in there.

I opened the door and looked for a moment. I couldn’t find him at first glance, but then I found him.

Your P.O.V.

I was disturbed from my slumber by having to my name being called repeatedly.

“N-no…”

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], please.”

“Will?” I say, opening my eyes and seeing the boy I am so head over heels for right next to me.

“Shit—I’m sorry.” He said.

“Fo-For what?” I asked. “I—I invited myself.. I should be the-the one saying sorry.” And there went the tears.

We spent a good thirty or so minutes crying and talking. Making sure the both of us were okay. This ended in us

“Hey Will..?” I called out.

“Mm?” he replied.

“Would you…um..would you want to—after this—go and watch the stars with me? The um.. the forecast is clear tonight and I know a good spot.”

“That sounds good, actually.. I’ll have to ask my mom though— I’m sure she’ll be okay with it.”

Sorry if the ending was too cliché at all—I didn’t really know where else to take this story. I’m rewatching the goldfinch again and I cannot get enough of boris tbh. finn wolfhard more like find wolfhard LMFAOOOOO okay will byers is the colors yellow and orange and these golden sunsets n shit are just 🤌 Will Byers fr. Okay enjoy um. Sorry if it’s shit

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noah schnapp : i think wills sexuality is up to audience interpretation

joseph quinn : Eddie is fruity as hell also Joe Keery is hot

I love Joseph

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Would y’all be interested in Boris Pavlikovsky fics? The male reader tag is bare and I don’t like that. Send requests for him if you are (I’ll get to them eventually)!! Also I won’t write for female reader Yay😁