#and google is fucking unhelpful

[citrusbunnies]

coding is a bitch and a half i hate it here

[smol-blue-bird]

it's absolutely astonishing how useless Google has become

[animelover20]

Y'all why the fuck was I going back through my doffy wips after ages and realised that 4 months ago I blacked the fuck out one night at like 3am and wrote 5-6 paragraphs of the most descriptive, heart wrenching thing I've ever read.

AND ITS IN MY NOTES? I WROTE THAT?!

genuinely reading the dialogue pulls at my heart strings(hehe strings anyway-) it's from doffys pov(atleast so far)which makes it a bit strange but holy shit you just get to peak into this man's thoughts in the best way.(It's so sweet too🥲)

I'd describe the story but I don't wanna spoil it. However I may not even post it because I doubt the rest of the story could compare to how poetic the beginning is.

I suck at writing beginnings(it holds me back a lot cause I know what's gonna happen but I can't get there.) but this is the most poetic shit and it actually makes sense,aside from a few very moments where I use the wrong word.

Btw I also have question regarding the end of that. I can't tell whether sleepy brain was correct or I'm correct. Sleepy me said a window was projecting light but shouldn't it be reflecting? Listen I know that's really dumb but google sucks.

I'm sorry for this big ol ramble out of nowhere lmao I just went back and reread my masterpiece and god it's great.

I'm really proud of it,even if I'm the only person to ever see it.

[mycological-mariner]

You see the problem with what my project concerns is that I’m collecting data on ALL UK/British Isles polar explorers’ home towns in order to come up with a solid ratio. Unfortunately, my British geography is shit. Durham? Chatham? I guess they’re real places. But then like it’s like. It’s all midlands!! It’s ALL MIDLANDS AND VARIOUS BOROUGHS OF LONDON WHAT IF I JUST DIED

[your-resident-boat-person]

I have trouble taking care of my teeth because everything that involves doing that is a sensory nightmare. I decide to do some research to see if there's anything I can do about this. The results?

"How to make your autistic child brush their teeth"

"Autistic Children and Sensory issues relating to tooth brushing"

"How to get your little shit to brush his fucking teeth"

Like, yeah Google, thanks, that really helps. And like, even if I was a child, some of the advice seemed... unhelpful. Like, doing a dance and singing a song while brushing your teeth? Even for a kid, I don't think that would help distract from a sensory experience as intense as brushing your teeth. Like, the extremely intense and unpleasant flavor, the intense feeling of the brush against your teeth scraping across it, even mouthwash has such an intense and disgusting flavor that I have difficulty keeping it in my mouth for more than a few seconds. I wish there was SOMETHING that could be done.

[saintjosie]

I'm so sorry if this is a dumb question but Google has been super unhelpful.

How are trans women menstruating? My sex ed classes were not exactly comprehensive because I'm in the Midwest and were entirely cis based. I would love any explanation you're comfortable providing or a link to something.

Thank you and sorry.

respectful inquiry always welcome!

so menstruation happens because of natural hormone fluctuations. the levels of hormones in the body trigger the shedding of the uterine lining and that’s how periods start.

but for people without a uterus, those hormone fluctuations are still happening and the body starts to do all the things that bodies do during periods.

i personally experience (severe) cramping, joint swelling and pain, gum swelling, and the moodiness that is so popularly characterized for people with periods.

it’s also important to note that not all trans women will have period symptoms! i only started really having bad symptoms once i started injections because injections cause a lot more fluctuation than other kinds of hrt.

also it’s important to consider that a lot of trans women (myself included) experience period symptoms and don’t even realize they have a period or understand what the symptoms are because we don’t have as obvious of a indicator that we’ve started our periods.

there’s gonna be a lot of people out there who say that trans women don’t experience periods because we don’t have a uterus but that is just erasure of trans women’s experiences.

if i’m passing out at a target because my cramps hurt so badly, im calling it my fucking period, even if i’m not shedding my non existent uterine lining.

hope this helps!

[luvfy0dor]

Ahemm can I request s Fyodor x reader whos also russian but speaks better Japanese then him (i find it funny he's bad at learning Japanese) ♡

“Trust Me, Mine is Better ♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Google translate Japanese, cursing, not proofread

Description; Fyodors partner is also Russian, but is better with speaking Japanese and learned faster, so his partner helps him out

A/n; I wanna have a study date w him so bad omg 3:

• He'd be a teeny bit passive about it to be honest, but all in all he'd be proud of you. It's not often that he comes across someone who's better than him at anything intellectual.

ೃ⁀➷

Being in Japan with your boyfriend was lovely when he wasn't out being a terrorist. He loved to sight see whenever he left your homeland of Russia, but directions weren't his forte, nor was the Japanese language. You were able to speak it rather fluently though. You didn't have much of an accent to begin with, but however much of an accent you did have immediately disappeared when you opened your mouth to speak Japanese. He couldn't help but feel a little jealousy bubble in his chest when you could fluently speak with a random stranger in the street to ask which way something was, but he hid it well. As a matter of fact, he'd praise you.

"すみません、地下鉄の駅はどこですか?" (where is the subway station?) You asked when you stopped a man in the street, looking for a way home with your boyfriends hand in your own. You could almost feel Fyodors subtle glare gently burning through your skin like corrosives while you listened to the guy pointing you in the right direction. “ありがとう!" (Thank you) You say, giving a small nod of appreciation and leading Fyodor in the direction you were given. "Wow, Moya Lyubov, it's like you get better at speaking Japanese every day. Even your writing improves just as rapidly." The words rolled off his tongue smoothly and you gratefully accepted his compliments, smiling and squeezing his hand. "Thank you, yours does too. It's nice that we're both learning Japanese, so we can help eachother out." You say, looking at the street ahead of you, heading down a flight of stairs to a subway station.

"You sound like you're past simply learning." He says lightheartedly, a small smile on his face. You look over to him and nod. "I mean, I can get around, but I still have so much to learn and that's okay- Fedya, oh my gosh! We could have cute study dates together!! A lot of people do stuff like that in highschool or college, but since we were never together during either of those, we could do, like, a mock-study date." You say, excited by your new, groundbreaking idea. He seems amused by your enthusiasm, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “I wouldn't mind being taught how to speak and write better as long as it's by you. Other people are much more condescending and teasing." He says. You could only imagine he was referring to Nikolai after watching him show the clown a paper with large Japanese symbols written on the paper, to which Nikolai started giggling and asked him what the fuck it was supposed to be.

Needless to say that was the last time Fyodor turned to Nikolai for constructive criticism, he wrote him off as unhelpful in this manner. Instead he'd only get it from native speakers or people who are, in his eyes, fluent in the language. They could give him real advice. But since you were proposing a study date with him where he could get constructive advice from you and do some more learning of the language in his own way, there was no reason to pass that opportunity up. You both agreed on the next evening after he got home from a DOA meeting, and it was more than pleasant. You both laid in each other's presence, practicing your writing, doing Duolingo lessons here and there, and etc. You eventually got bored, craving your lovers attention instead of knowledge. You leaned over and brushed his hair away from his face before whispering into his ear. “キスしてもいいですか?" His eyebrows furrow and his head turns to face you.

"Can you what?" His words are slightly slurred together with his accent and sleepiness. His lips are pink and clearly chewed with focus and frustration and his eyelids are droopy. "Can I kiss you?" You repeat in English. His eyes widen and he grins, reaching out to cup your face, pulling you in. "You don't have to ask to kiss me, Moya Lyubov." He closes his eyes and lets his lips meet yours, moving them together and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You entangle your fingers in his hair and part, taking a quick breath of air and resting your forehead against his. "I know, I just figured I'd give you a new phrase in Japanese." He laughs and pulls you into his thin body. "Who else would I need to say it to?" His hands rubbed up and down your back. "No one, but still- just let me be flirty while staying on topic, alright?" You say with a laugh, twirling his hair around your finger. Not to say neither of you learned anything during your study date, but just in case Fyodor didn't, he now knew how to ask to kiss you.

A/n; sorry this post is like an hour later than usual my bad chat ☹️

[horselover107]

Hey tumblr.

As you may have heard the words trans and queer were completely erased from the fucking STONEWALL national Parks page on the US Government site. Yes, Stonewall, as in the one at the beginning of the LGBTQIA+ movement, in which many people whom are trans or would have been considered under the trans umbrella today were a HUGE part of of the beginning of the movement for. The one in which many of the people involved in use the word queer to describe themselves were involved. YEAH. THAT ONE.

So not to sugar coat it this is the most 1984 shit I’ve ever seen.

(Added highlights to some instances, but the whole page is like this)

However there is one small thing we can do.

This is the contact form at the bottom of the page. You’ll notice it says it’s an official government form and you can state if something was helpful.

Listen I know this isn’t the sexiest or most helpful form of direct action but there is SOMETHING we can do, which is being really fucking annoying to them.

Much like we’ve been doing with Google and Apple Maps, we can use this form to state that this is fundamentally unhelpful, erasing a part of history, and to fucking put the T and Q back (also the IA+, but vitally those two given how obviously they were slashed from the text).

If nothing else we just fucking review bomb the shit out of this. Will it change anything? No, to be honest, but it will make their days a little harder snd while it might not bring direct change, being annoying WORKS. We already have democratic *and republican* senators who are now trying to do something about Musk now that they’ve gotten so many calls from us, and speaking on the fact they’ve gotten so many calls. We need to keep that energy. So fill out the survey, call your senators, and being fucking loud. At least have our dissent on the official record.

The owner and operator of the Stonewall Inn which is connected to national monument, has been loud about how heinous this is, and has been organizing protests in NYC. If you’re local to that area I’d recommend heading out that way https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2025/02/14/us/stonewall-monument-protest-nyc

[nanamineedstherapy]

Calendar, Conflicts & Corporate Cowards

Summary: Gangs of Wasseypur x Shark Tank but everyone has rabies. Mainly Slice of life, but aggressive. Previous Chapter - [Tumblr/Ao3]

On Monday, Nanami had been sitting at his desk since 8:59 AM. Not a minute early. Not a second late.

He was wearing the same blue Tom Ford shirt you’d seen on him three times this week.

"Nanami," you said, deadpan, sipping coffee. "Why do you dress like you’re about to attend your own cremation?"

He didn’t even blink. "It's linen. Breathable. Delhi heat is not a joke."

"Neither is that outfit."

He pulled out a file. Printed. Labelled. Tabbed with pastel markers like some demon from the Shiksha Valley coaching centre.

“This is the vendor compliance checklist. I colour-coded the payment cycles by quarter.”

You stared.

“Nanami, why are you like this? Just... email me like a normal person. I don’t need your UPSC notes.”

He adjusted his glasses. “I find it inefficient to rely solely on digital mediums. Also, I made a backup in case your laptop crashes again. You tend to throw it.”

“I throw it because of you.”

At 12:03 PM sharp, he cleared his throat.

“I’ve scheduled lunch for 12:30. I’ll order two thalis.”

Your jaw clenched. “Did you just send me a Google Calendar invite for fucking lunch?”

He nodded.

“Nanami,” you said slowly, “are you secretly a 45-year-old LIC agent with two kids in DPS RK Puram?”

“I find routine helpful.”

“I find you unhelpful.”

The worst part? He was always right. Always quietly fixing things in the background. You once called him a virgin during a product demo because he fact-checked you in front of the investor. He didn’t even flinch. Just said:

“You’re misrepresenting metrics. Also, we should cut sugar in the coffee blend by 3%—feedback from test groups.”

He was never dramatic. Never incompetent.

Which made yelling at him so much more frustrating.

You couldn’t call him an idiot like you did Gojo. Couldn’t call him a freak like Suguru. Couldn’t even threaten him like Sukuna. Because Nanami just took it. Like a pensioner in a queue. Stoic. Logical. Unshakable.

You stormed into his office one day and said, “Nanami. If I get one more analytics deck with your ‘key insights’ and your little bullet points and your Times New Roman font, I will genuinely unalive myself on your ergonomic keyboard.”

He looked up calmly. “I use Calibri.”

You wanted to slap him with your MacBook.

And the worst part?

When the others messed up—which they always did—Nanami was the one fixing it. Cleaning up Gojo’s botched pitches. Handling Sukuna’s police complaints. Redoing Suguru’s lazy-ass research. Supporting Ino’s dumb baby steps.

He even made Toji stop vaping inside the supply closet.

You hated him for it.

Because it meant you couldn’t fire him. Couldn’t kill him. Couldn’t even threaten him.

You needed him.

Which was somehow even more annoying.

One time, after you’d just finished yelling at Gojo for putting his OnlyFans link in the team bio (as a “joke”), Nanami handed you a steel tiffin.

"I packed poha. You skipped breakfast."

You stared at him.

“You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”

He nodded. “I get that a lot.”

---

A/N: You don’t hate Nanami because he’s incompetent. You hate him because he’s the one person you can’t fire, fix, or fluster. He’s the middle-class Excel demon with a conscience and meal-prep schedule. He makes your startup run—and makes your blood boil.

Next Chapter Interns, Idiots, & Ino’s Existential Crisis - [Tumblr/Ao3]

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[mistress-of-malevolence]

Crazy to think I'm kind of a pioneer in the murder drones fandom. Like, I remember when the pilot first dropped and I fell in love with the stupid robot show, and I was so immediately crazy for it that I was like "Omg, this is the shit. Everyone needs to know about this and support it, why is nobody talking about this??" And I had a decent following on Instagram at the time so I figured I'd make as much fanart as possible and force my followers to look at it. I'm not saying I did much, but I certainly did my best. I remember looking for fucking reference images and not being able to find crap. No fan art, no clear screenshots- I literally had to make my own reference images, from screenshots I took myself. Back when searching "murder drones" on Google gave you pictures like this

Entirely unhelpful.

Back when we weren't sure what colour N's hair was because lighting made it look grey or even black sometimes. Bless Liam Vickers and his concept art, saved my life. Who else remembers reference image hell?

[nethersonq]

Bakura Chart 11.0: how the fuck is this still happening oh my god

ohhhhh my fucking god oh my goddd i thought i was done. im going to have to move the chart to a different canvas again im running out of room what the fuck

thank you to the daily ygo posters on here and twitter for helping me find most of the new official arts since google is Unhelpful but yeah. Pain and agony theres not much else i can say. im blaming my seizure and hospital visit on this guy.

if anyone has a higher quality version of the one i posted about earlier from the fandom wiki or just ANYTHING that isnt already on here. please give it to me

also im considering doing a color chart for a different character and currently my sights are set on yugi bc like wdym his eyes were brown at one point. and blue. and violently red also. but also i think if i had to go through this all over again id want to put my head in a meatgrinder so.

also explanation for the "different official arts" thing really its just for if the eye color changes between merch art and the art itself. so for the tkb one the brighter purple was the merch while the lighter one was the actual art. you get the idea

color count: 180

[fagcrisis]

this is already a super long post and someone else explained why this is completely fucking insane (THIS IS TORTURE THEY DO THIS TO PEOPLE TO TORTURE THEM) but i just wanna add my 2 cents

so i have long covid syndrome right, and so does my sister. what the both of us actually have is (among some other things in my case) is chronic fatigue syndrome. because its not a very well understood illness, there is a lot of grifts and just unhelpful/harmful advice out there about it. even if you turn to people who actually have it and have had it for years, their tips will likely be completely useless.

people sometimes recover, and then they will say its because of X thing they did (if theyre a disability influencer its X thing they bought) but the reality is that nobody really knows why some people recover from cfs and some dont.

researching this stuff for yourself is hard, but these are some things i do, if it helps

- never buy anything and never believe anybody who is selling you anything. if you read a blog post, or watch a video by someone with cfs and they try to sell you a product or god forbid a training course, disregard everything theyve said

- check every source, ask for sources on unsourced claims. google scholar is your friend, inputting some variation of cfs/long covid and the keywords in the claim is bound to bring up something interesting. if nothing else youll learn something new. it sucks that you have to do this. but you gotta

- dont assume you have to do everything people say you do. there is a lot of legit advice out there, by people who have recovered or simply learned to live with cfs. it still wont necessarily work for you. the most important thing is to be patient with yourself

- get mobility aids. seriously a cane was a gamechanger for me and a wheelchair allowed my sister to go outside for the first time in a year. this is the one thing i 100% believe everybody should do, even if you dont have trouble with going places right now, you might in in the future. just remember its an option

- try to keep yourself entertained by doing new things sometimes. on my worst days i get stuck on my phone for hours and it just makes me upset and doesnt help. u may think there isnt a lot to do in bed but you can always try getting into formula 1 or something. just, some kimd of new stimulatiom for your brain to chew on. you could take a pair of pants you were gonna throw out and dismantle it completely. pull out the seams. unravel the fabric thread by thread. ive done this and it helped. yknow. something

anyway absolutely do not solitary confine urself, take care, stay safe, talk to people and ask for help. it sucks. do not solitary confine yourself please

[blue-cat-shitposts]

What is the "cortex"?

Kind people of the Mechanisms fandom, I require assistance. Against my better judgment, I decided to translate some of the Mechs' fiction, specifically the OUATIS fiction.

Can someone fucking tell me what the fuck are the Mechs referring to when they use the word "cortex"?

The word appears in two stories so far, "Mirror Mirror" and "By Any Other Name", in contexts that lead me to believe it doesn't mean any of these things:

but instead some sci-fi element of the technology used in the universe of OUATIS to transfer information.

In Mirror Mirror, it appears in the dialogue of Doctor Lorenzo:

I checked the cortex, Scheherazade’s spinning it as a fusion drive malfunction, we’re all officially dead.

And in "By Any Other Name", it appears in Red Hood's report:

[...] though there’s no planetary evaluation to back it up, and the few mentions of it I can find on the cortex from merchants and missionaries (decades old now) don’t indicate anything resembling the kind of toxicity an MNC order usually requires.

I am honestly at a loss for what it could be. Some kind of device? Some kind of network? My only association is with Paranoia's "coretech" which is a brain implant, but that's clearly not it.

Google has been largely unhelpful, so if anyone has any idea for what this word means in this context, I'd be extremely grateful for any insight.

[bropunzeling]

i forgot the numbers already but secret relationship + magical accidents! for matthew and leon unless it tickles your fancy for someone else :)

"It's not my fucking fault," Leon repeats for what seems like the hundredth time.

Matthew ignores him, staring at his phone. Google has been deeply unhelpful. Not even adding "+ reddit" worked. No one seems to have an answer for what to do when your ex-boyfriend appears out of thin air and apparently can't move more than six feet away from you.

Well, kind of ex. Sort of. It's complicated. Never talking about whether or not they were dating made it complicated.

So did Matthew winning the Cup.

"You think I want to be here?" Leon asks. He's leaning against the arm of Matthew's couch, legs sprawled open so his knee digs into Matthew's quad. "I have a game tomorrow."

"I have a game tonight," Matthew points out. "Don't think they'll take some magical fuck up as an excuse to let you on the ice." He locks his phone and leans into the back of the couch, tipping his head back at the ceiling before rolling it to peer at Leon out of the corner of his eye. "Tell me what happened."

Leon scowls. "I already told you."

God, Matthew could kick him. "Tell me again."

Leon rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair, shoving it out of his eyes. Even despite the last few months -- seeing Leon's despair as he raced to take the ice in victorious joy; the handshake that made Matthew's stomach turn even when he was so happy he could burst; weeks of icy silence turning into months -- Matthew still can't help noticing how fucking attractive Leon is. It's unfair, honestly. They shouldn't let him outside, where unsuspecting people can see him and fantasize about a future where a relationship with him sticks.

A huff. "I went to bed. Had a weird dream. Woke up -- here." Leon shrugs, mouth twisting bitterly. "And now I can't leave." He glares briefly at Matthew before looking away.

Some perverse instinct drives Matthew to needle him. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like --" you hate me, Matthew wants to say. Doesn't. That would be pathetic. It's not like he hasn't known the score. They hated each other once, years ago; it's not such a stretch to think Leon hates him now. He has more than enough material to justify it.

But fuck, they were so close to -- to not. Years of sneaking around, except they stopped being quite so careful. By last spring, Matthew had started entertaining fantasies of inviting Leon out to St. Louis, showing him around. Introducing him to his mom. Real shit like that. And yeah, they were just daydreams, basically, but much closer to actually happening than he ever would've imagined back before the bubble, when all he'd ever done with Leon was suck him off in a bar bathroom.

Then, the Cup. After that, the fantasies were just that. Fantasies. There would be no trip to St. Louis, or even coming back to Leon's after the first of their matchups. There wouldn't be anything at all.

Until Matthew rolled over in bed and found Leon there. Had thought he was dreaming -- the good kind of dream -- until Leon woke up. Until Leon recoiled, and tried to shut himself in the ensuite, only to barely get halfway across the bedroom before he was stopped by an invisible tether.

"Tell me about the dream," Matthew says now. "What was it about?"

"It was about -- nothing," Leon says. For some reason, his face is deep pink. He won't look at Matthew at all, fiddling with the fringe of Matthew's throw pillow like he wants to rip it off. "Nothing important. Why?"

Matthew shrugs. "Thought it might help explain, or something."

"No," Leon says sharply, suspiciously fast. "It's got nothing to do with this."

Matthew glares at the side of his head, but decides to let it go for now, at least. "Well, I have no fucking clue then. Guess you're just stuck here for now."

"Great," Leon snaps. "Just great."

Even so, he doesn't move his knee away from Matthew's thigh. Even so, even despite everything, a not-so-small part of Matthew is pathetically happy for that.

[homerjacksons]

Going on a rant below cut lmao

I hate when google is largely unhelpful and reddit is judgey cos those are my two go-to’s for advice on A LOT of issues from tech to personal.

But ugh my quad muscles are so weak and sore after a hike on Saturday that I can barely stand. And I know the second day is usually worse than the first day from when I used to go to the gym but this is the worst I’ve ever been

And all reddit gave me in response to some dude in the same situation is snark about how you shouldn’t start with such a difficult hike, you shouldn’t do something like that unprepared, etc etc. And even google’s giving me “prevention tips” (on top of rest and hydration which SIGH yes obviously but it just took me 4 tries to stand out of bed to go to the toilet lmao I guess there’s no better “remedy”)

And I’m like IF I HAD KNOWN THE HIKE WAS THAT DIFFICULT I WOULD NOT HAVE DONE IT! It was lovely and it did remind me how much I miss hiking (I used to go regularly before my CFS got as bad as it is) but jesus christ i haven’t done anything more strenuous than a set of stairs or two in over 2 years. The hike was sold to me as “more like a bush walk with a bit of a hike at the end” and it was definitely not that lmao. It was literally a near constant descent for half then a constant rise for half, 6.5kms total. I am in PAIN and I was UNPREPARED.

And also while I’m ranting cos it’s fucking 4:30am and I’m lying in bed and I can still smell last nights roast dinner cos no one thought to open a window bc I am the only person who does these things and I’m so tired of it 😭 it doesn’t help that I am, in general, exhausted and in pain. But god I am tired of being the only one who does shit properly.

And I’m looking at dad not mum obviously cos my mum’s disabled

But like I wanted a bath last night and normally I’m wanting a bath cos I’m in pain from CFS and I ask dad to clean it for me before I go in. I didn’t ask him to last night cos he’d already made dinner and was doing the dishes which is meant to be my job when he cooks. I can wipe down a bath myself. Yeah no that bath needs a fucking serious scrub and dad’s clearly ONLY been wiping it down for literal years, probably ever since mum got too sick to clean. It’s got spa jets, it needs proper cleaning 💀

So then I figured I’d get the broom I’d bought to scrub the bathroom/shower floor to avoid getting on hands and knees which always exhausts me more only to find that dad’s used that broom FOR SWEEPING despite me explicitly telling him not to use it cos it needed to stay hair/dust free to remain a scrub brush.

And my quads are way too fucked for me to crouch/bend the way I needed to to scrub it with a little hand brush

And when I told him he needs to buy me a new heavy duty broom bc he’s fucked mine he just thought it was amusing that I was annoyed??? And did NOTHING in the way of offering to help.

Anyway I’m exhausted and sore and in such a foul mood that I’d hoped sleep would help but I’ve woken up even more cranky 😅😅😅

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

I already blocked the person and I don’t remember the name, but the person who posted in the steddie tag telling people to kill themselves is fucking wild. Like, of fucking course people reacted badly to that shit, bud.

Also, not the important thing, but Steddie isn’t the ‘literal definition of crackship’. There is no one definition of that term, but the more common is the two characters not being from the same fandom. I’d actually never seen someone use the ‘unlikely to happen in canon’ definition before googling it today because that means that both Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington/Bucky Barnes (first character outside of stranger things I could think of) are both equally crackships. And that just feels super unhelpful of a term.

But in general I’m not even asking you to like this pairing. I don’t like a lot of the stuff on ao3 or tumblr. Blocking tags is an option. Blocking a lot of tags is an option. And I’d encourage other steddie fans to just block this person and move on if you see their post. They’re absolutely not worth your time or energy.