#I'm so mad this is such a joke

[summer-fruits-and-cream]

We had to fall over backwards to explain that the actions and beliefs of terrorists aren't representative of Muslims and Islam, meanwhile the majority of mainstream Jewish institutions will out and out support the mistreatment of Palestinians simply for being Palestinian and it's "hateful" to call them on it

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[makenna-made-this]

Feel like shit just want them back

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I saw that there will be a QSMP event on the 24th, right? Some people messaged me asking if… if I would participate, and what I have to say is: we will see on the 24th. I'm not going to say anything else. Because you know how I am, if I start to talk here, no matter how much I try not to talk, in 10 seconds I'm going to say more than I should, you know?

[Reading a Chat message] “Since when can the dead participate in an event?” WHAT?! WHAT?! [Reading chat] "Ghost Pac." [He makes a doubtful expression] What are you trying to say here? What are you trying to say here???

It’s ok, ok, alright, alright, alright, it’s ok! I'll talk since you won't drop it, ok, fine, here's the thing: Felps– Felps appeared and... resurrected me. I'm kidding, I'm kidding, it has nothing to do with that, it has nothing to do with that, I'm… [Laughs]

(BIG thank you to sebbs12 for the translation help!)

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Pac: I saw that there will be a QSMP event on the 24th, right? Some people messaged me asking if… if I would participate, and what I have to say is: we will see on the 24th. That's all I'm going to say, that's what I'll say. We'll see on the 24th, we'll see on the 24th.

And that's it, that's all I'm going to say, that's all I'm going to say, that's it! What I'm going to say– I'm not going to say anything else. Because you know how I am, if I start to talk here, no matter how much I try not to talk, in 10 seconds I'm going to say more than I should, you know? We'll have to see on the 24th. That's what I'm going to say, that's all I'm going to say, I can't say more than that. I'll leave it at that, yeah… We'll see, we'll see, on the 24th, on the 24th, on the 24th. You will have to wait.

[Reading a Chat message] “Since when can the dead participate in an event?” WHAT?! WHAT?! [Reading chat] "Ghost Pac." [He makes a doubtful expression] What are you trying to say here? What are you trying to say here?

Anyways, write it down on your calendar, mark your calendars guys, the 24th is the QSMP event. It’s ok, ok, alright, alright, alright, it’s ok! I'll talk since you won't drop it, ok, fine, here's the thing: Felps– Felps appeared and... resurrected me.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, it has nothing to do with that, it has nothing to do with that, I'm… [Laughs] Oh, don't watch, because later you're going to clip this and put it on Twitter, it will be taken out of context, the whole world will think it's true– I'm kidding! I’m joking about the Felps business.

On the 24th, the QSMP event, we'll see how it goes, we’ll see what happen, ok?

[He reads chat and laughs] "You're crazy, bro" you guys are crazy too. Ay, ay...

[maxknightley]

i'm a geek...

i'm a gamer...

this cake is so great...

it's delicious and moist

whoa-oh, whoa-oh

the... caaaake is a lie-ie-ie...

the... caaaake is... a lie, lie, lie, lie

[mokeonn]

I fucking love sowing it's so rad I hope I don't have to reap this later

[no-psi-nan]

Physically ill thinking of how epic Akechi would be in a hypothetical Saiki musical and knowing that not only will there never be a Saiki musical but if there WAS one, Akechi would never be in it because they'd stick to the most marketable characters for a limited time show, dying on the floor completely miserable at this prospect.

Akechi talks so fast that he'd be practically rapping, and we can bring his word bubbles to life on stage with practical effects, like maybe hanging his bubbles on a rope at the front of the stage so they're aligned vertically and covering half the view, and words are projected onto the bubbles at a rapid speed, and he can physically push the bubbles out of the way sometimes.

And Akechi's gestures the most out of the cast so translated to a musical, he'd be a really extra dancer, but also given his old man aesthetic he throws some ballet or classical dance elements into the general vibe of the musical's dance style (ex. everyone spins normally but Akechi specifically does a pirouette). And because he's kinda manic in his expression, his particular dancing quirk would be adding in extra steps while dancing in a group and also being like ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ the whole time.

(Hairo's moves would be closer to judo stances & moving with high energy, Teruhashi would be more elegant with little flourishes of her hands, Saiki would do the dance normally at full energy but be like 😐 the whole time, Kaido lingers on the poses to try to look cool, Kuboyasu dances with his nail bat, Toritsuka's kinda doing percussion with the clomping of his geta, Aiura's serving 24.7% more cunt than everyone else, etc.)

Plus it would be really cool if Akechi did some sign language narration when he isn't involved in the scene, like perhaps it's not even clear that he's a character at first either lmao, and since he uses readable speech bubbles he doesn't have to sign all that but he does anyways and it would add to the overwhelming-ness of the whole experience and would tie in cutely to him being Saiki's childhood friend like come onnnn...

AND LIKE the problem is that the Akechi actor would have to be ridiculously talented to do all of that BUT if you have someone THAT GOOD on the team would you really make them a minor character??? Like it just wouldn't make sense financially so my vision could never come to life and I'm going to throw up about it

[logansargey]

Bring back blonde twinks in F1 😭🙏🏻

[vellichorius]

unpopular opinion.

they shouldn't have casted michael sheen as william boldwood in far from the madding crowd.

it's just really quite unreasonable - if i were bathsheba there's no way that i would turn that man down i mean PLEASE ????

not to be rude but bathsheba what the fuck

[lastoneout]

my actual toxic trait is I have the opposite problem of those people who think mexico doesn't have big cities or infrastructure and stuff. I have had how small england is compared to the average american state drilled into me to the point that now I have to remind myself it's not one big city surrounded by like a few dozen acres of cottages and fields. like ofc egypt and mexico and brazil and india have big cities and shit, england tho....uh...idk man it's just pubs and grass right? sheep. hills. a river.

but also I kinda have the same problem with rhode island and most of the american north-east so maybe growing up in the great plains just did something fucked up to my brain and now I cannot conceptualize a place that's not so big it's literally has a form of insanity named after it

[hood-ex]

Cass looks like a vampire

Nightwing #106

[mycherrycola]

typical 90s cartoon Wally they could never make me hate you 🙏

this gag is the reason the show's content ID is like That on IMDb and I just think that's beautiful

[theshadowyalchemist]

Project 1 Month Anniversary!

WOOHOO!!!!! It's been a month since I first sent out a post asking for VAT7K to become a reality and look how far we've come! I thank every person who liked, reposted and is helping because every little things makes a change and brings us closer to getting VAT7K! Updates for today is that we have TWO videos on TT, (the second one having over TWO HUNDRED views!) and 55 followers! In addition to this, we've had lots of good ideas on the discord such as watching the show as a group so we don't forget the lore, trauma for team radical, new headcanons, new memes, ideas for how to do the art, making playlists for the show as a whole and for trauma which I'll send out soon, basically forming a fredrick hate club AND we have 21 people on the discord on the 21st of September??! I'm so proud of us all (I'm crying!) Plus, we've had the first audition sent in by the amazing @ognicho and I'm telling you it's literal PERFECTION!!! I think that's all for today but... hey, i have bad memory :) Glad that today's been such an amazing day, Leo xxx

P.S: I love all you guys sm <3333

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

Guys will say they want a "biblical wife" but won't say which kind they want, so... Poll.

[lylahammar]

why the fuck is it so socially acceptable to say hateful stuff about people with red hair