#because I needed this

[multifandumbmeg]

Mini fic about JJ and Mike Carrera's Relationship? More Likely than you'd think

*casually slides AO3 link for mini fic I started writing before the current long fic* It's only six chapters and it's completed please put it in your mouth.

Summary: Five months after finding El Dorado, JJ struggles to fit into Kiara's family. Though much of the misunderstandings have been resolved, Mike is hesitant to let go of his prejudice toward JJ. This is the story of how learn to set aside their differences and become close. ******************************************************************* “Wait. Wait a minute, please. I’m not here to fight, I swear. I just need to talk to JJ.” “He’s had enough for tonight. Leave him alone.” Against his better judgement, JJ carefully got out of bed. It was something in Mike’s voice. An emotion he’d never heard before. “Please, just let me speak to him. I need to-“ He quietly stepped out of his room. “JJ,” John B breathed. He ran a hand through is disheveled hair and sighed. “Let him in.”

[tbuddahh]

Simplicity

It still surprises her, waking up each morning, warm sunlight filtering through the bedroom window dancing across her eyelids, no fear of the apocalypse clawing at her nerves.  After the last few years it seems more unusual to feel safe and secure than to be constantly afraid that her loved ones are in danger.  Every morning Joyce wakes, takes a deep breath, and finds that she needs to remind herself that they are all safe.  They are all ok.  They are all home.

Hop is almost always awake before her, and she knows it’s partly habit, partly nightmares that still drag him out of his slumber in the wee hours of the morning.  Sometimes she wakes to him tossing and turning, cradles his face in her hands and wakes him, holds him, listens to him whisper about the demons he can’t quite destroy.  Those nights, after speaking the horrors out loud, he tends to find a peaceful sleep, their arms and legs tangled beneath their cotton sheets.

Today is a typical day.  The sunlight determined to have Joyce’s eyes opening blearily, arms stretching, the bed empty beside her, but Hop’s presence sensed through the smell of brewing coffee wafting to her nose.  She rises and dresses for the day, brushing her dark locks before quickly applying some mascara and lipstick to her face and heading toward the aroma floating from the kitchen.

She smiles when she sees him, his back towards her as he busily pops waffles into the microwave.  Joyce always thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but now that they are together, she feels no guilt letting her gaze travel his body.  That’s just what she does as he finishes his task, until he turns, meeting her eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“Just how long have you been standing there ogling me, Joyce?” Jim questions, a smirk pulling at his lips.  He’s started to fill out a bit, the skin and bones that came back from Russia finally gaining back some flesh.

She laughs, walking towards him, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck, “can you blame me?” She lifts onto her toes, and he bends his head for a kiss, a simple chaste thing because there are already footsteps sounding down the hallway.

“Hey Mom, Hop.” Jonathan nods towards them, making his way to the plate of cooling waffles.  “I’m going to meet Nancy this morning.  Anything you need me to pick up while I’m out?”

She’s not sure she’ll ever get used to this, the simple domesticity of their lives now.  It only seemed natural, after everything that happened, for them to find a home together, one of the few still standing in Hawkins.  Hop and her bought this lovely ranch home way below value because, well, what kind of idiot would buy a home in Hawkins.  Of course they have the benefit of knowing the evil that threatened to destroy the town is finally and undeniably defeated.

Joyce shifts from her position next to Jim, grabbing a mug and filling it to the brim with coffee before leaning against the kitchen counter.  

“I can’t think of anything, Jonathan, but thanks.” She feels a swell of admiration for her sweet boy.  He’s grown into such a thoughtful young man, and she can’t help but take a little pride in the man he’s become.

Hopper moves towards her, his arm coming around her shoulder with a gentle squeeze.  She’s noticed neither of them can seem to stop touching one another since his return.  It is almost like they both need a tangible reminder of their current reality, like neither of them can quite believe it.  

“I can drive you on my way to work.” Hop offers to Jonathon as El and Will make their way into the kitchen, sleepily heading towards the plate of waffles with mutual grumbles of good morning.  She knew they were up too late playing board games, but who is she to begrudge them the normalcy of a late night of fun with friends.  Normalcy that is long overdue.

As the two younger members of the household delve into waffles drowning in syrup, Jonathon finishes his last bite and tells Hopper he’ll take him up on the lift to the Wheeler’s house.

Hop nods, tilting his head back to finish the last swig of coffee in his mug.  He brings it to the sink, washes and dries it while Jonathon dons his jacket and shoes.  Joyce sets down her own mug, taking in the moment, her children safe, the sweet smell of syrup mixing with bitter notes of coffee.  She can hardly believe it and sometimes the simplicity of it all brings tears to her eyes.

“Mom,” Jonathan brings her back from her trance, his arms circling her small frame in a tight embrace, “I’ll see you later.” He says, and she kisses his cheek.

“I love you. Be safe.” She replies, her mantra anytime one of her children leave the house.

Hop slides in next, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his arm wrapping around her waist, and just as he pulls away the words drop from her mouth, “I love you. Be safe.”

He pauses, his hand still at her hip, and her mouth drops open, her brain catching up to her words.  Yes, she loves Jim Hopper.  She’s loved him for longer than she’d care to admit, but this is the first time she’s said it, the first time either of them has actually used those words.

The moment seems to freeze, the kids’ eyes all finding Joyce’s blushing cheeks, and then Hop is leaning in again, brushing his cheek to hers, his mouth so close to her ear it tickles when he whispers, “I love you too, Joyce.”

The smile pulls at her lips slowly until she is beaming, smiling brightly as she rises on her toes to drop one more kiss to his lips before Jim’s out the door, Jonathan by his side, Will and El giggling over their waffles.  She reaches for her cooling mug, lifts it to her mouth, and she just can’t seem to stop smiling.

[suiheisen]

MONKEY MAN (2024)

[stimmingandstruggling]

more good news from tiktok: they’ve started blocking celebrities.

they’re calling it block party 2024. just blocking and ignoring countless celebrities who havent said shit about palestine. influencers, actors, anyone who went to the met gala, whatever, they’re getting blocked. and people keep talking about how cathartic it is, how good it feels, how they never realized they could DO that. there was some kind of subconscious law against blocking famous people, but it’s broken, and people are LOVING it. and it’s WORKING. a social media/digital advertising coordinator was talking about how ad companies are PANICKING, because they can’t accurately target anymore. so many big influencers, including fucking LIZZO started talking about palestine the MOMENT their follower counts started going down. and the best part? no one is forgiving them. lizzo posted a tiktok asking people to donate to palestinian families, and all the comments just said you’re a multimillionaire. put your money where your mouth is. blocked.

i feel like i’m witnessing the downfall of celebrity culture, right here right now. people are waking up.

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[lovelenivy]

mouse bites™

[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[nashvillethotchicken]

If we really think about it, this all started with megan dropping Hiss. Hiss was never a Nicki diss, it was a drake/those who've been capping for Mr. Peterson diss first and foremost. Nicki made it about her The only line that could have gone to nicki was the Megan's line bar and she showed her whole ass on that one, but every other bar applied to drake , who'd been dissing megan for years and going up for Tory once he found out he shot her.

Like all of these are about Drake, especially the bbl and cosplay gangster stuff. She was the first person to wack drake for his botched body and his allegiance to the corny culture vulture community. You notice how every other diss to drake has been mentioning what megan said in hiss? She really threw the first diss at drakewall like please give her her flowers

[kumzorg]

ooooh how i adore 3d models on 2d pictures im transporting myself there mentally

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[nutsack90]

goddamnb!!

chill out man!!!

[cozylittleartblog]

not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him

[girlfictions]

something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.

palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.

and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.

ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?

i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.