Oh you dirty bitch!

I think it’s so funny how we have to speak to men like preschoolers when it comes to having empathy for women. like hey buddy… I know you think girls are icky :( but remember your mommy? your mommy is a girl! and then they’re like ohhhh… mommy IS a girl.. and I do like mommy… this is starting to come together

We stan

I love all the possible implications from: “Mama is trans and wasn’t out back then”, “Mama successfully committed feminist voter fraud”, to “Mama just fucking voted and the people running her local ballot box knew what was fucking good for them and stayed out of her way”. 

Women are getting rid of their Trump supporting partners while they still legally can since they clearly don't give a shit about them or any other woman.

If you're thinking about getting a divorce, you should do it while you still can.

I'm betting money that they were not a "happy couple" the previous week, he just ignored her so much that he didn't notice anything she was actually feeling. It's astronomically rare for marriages to split *only* over politics, but it is very common for politics to be the final straw that splits an already weak marriage.

had the thought of venom draping himself over eddie like a blanket

a cold (?) blanket for a sweaty man

new variant on “your boos mean nothing; I’ve seen what makes you cheer”

"Your thirst means nothing; I've seen what makes you horny."

“Give me your hand.” Steve holds his palm up hoping Eddie takes the bait. Girls have done this to him many times but he’s never been the one to initiate.

Eddie squints at Steve like he’s assessing the situation. “Why?”

“I wanna check something. Just give it to me. I’m not going to do anything weird.” He wiggles his fingers hoping to entice the other boy.

“Fine,” Eddie plops his hand palm up in Steve’s. “You gonna read my fortune?”

“No,” Steve hums, then flips Eddie’s hands over and holds it up to press their palms together. He angles his head to check that they’re lined up, and then grins when his fingertips are a little higher than Eddie’s. “Hmm.” He holds them like that for a moment. Just eyeing their fingers pressed against each other.

Eddie stares back, a look of utter confusion on his face. “What are you-?”

Then Steve shifts his hand to lace their fingers together, and makes another hum of approval. “My fingers are longer but your hand definitely feels like a man’s hand. Nice and rough, like you know how to work with them.” And for added flair, he slowly releases his hold to bring his hand under his chin and leans forward. He’s using Family Video’s countertop to his advantage. “Makes me wonder…” But he doesn’t finish his thought, only flicks his eyelashes up to make pointed eye contact, and smirks while pushing his tongue into his cheek.

Eddie’s still holding his hand mid-air, right where Steve released him, and gawking in some kind of shocked stupor.

Hopper, cuffing Eddie: You have the right to remain silent.

Eddie: *Tilts head, smiles* I choose to waive that right.

Eddie: *Takes a deep breath*

Eddie: *SCREAMS*

te pāti māori haka in response to the first vote on the racist anti māori treaty principles bill introduced to parliament today by david seymour and the act party. toitū te tiriti

Petition opposing the Treaty Principles Bill, which can be signed from anywhere

He will as soon as he figures out his foot

In my mind, Robin has to tag along on most of Steve's hangouts with Eddie. Eddie thinks it's a SteveandRobin thing but really it's because she's the only line of defense between Eddie and Steve.

She just keeps telling Eddie that he should be grateful. He doesn't get it but whatever.

The actual problem?

If Eddie does anything in the vicinity of Steve that's funny or sweet or, even more dangerous, is really nice and attentive to any random child, Steve suddenly gets a look in his eye that means Casual Hangs Can Include a Marriage License, Right?

On Halloween, helping Steve give out candy, Eddie made a little girls night when he saw she was dressed as a princess and actually bowed and once she and her dad were gone Steve put down the bowl and casually said, "After this we need to swing by City Hall real quick."

Thankfully Robin was there to spray him with a water bottle and throw a full sized Milky Way at his head.

Meanwhile Eddie's standing in the background confused as hell wondering why Steve keeps suggesting bureaucracy as a fun activity and why Robin and Steve are whisper-yelling at once another in the kitchen like it's not even legal and you haven't even asked him out yet! and I'm wooing him, Robin, where's your sense of romance? When you know you know! Did you see how he is with kids? And that's quitter talk honestly Robin, I'll break City Hall's doors down and you can sign the papers it can't be that hard.

Eddie really doesn't understand how lucky he is.

After Steve does finally ask him out (and promptly pins him to a wall because Eddie's flustered blushing was too much to handle) Robin's job becomes twice as difficult.

On multiple occasions she's had to stop Steve from stealing Eddie's rings right off his fingers when he falls asleep on the couch during moving night because it's only been three dates and you're not allowed to figure out his ring size yet Stephen are you kidding me.

I honestly, truly doubt that Eddie has any idea what's happening until well into this schtick.

They'd all be out together when the three of them bump into a sobbing child. Before Steve can even go into Parent Mode, Eddie is already kneeling and saying, "What is this I see! A fair knight lost in this treacherous world?"

The kid will blink, wipe his face, and tremble out, "I can't find mommy."

"Perhaps this humble jester can assist!" says Eddie, standing up and offering a hand. "Tell me, Sir..." he drops his voice to whisper, "what's your name?"

"Caleb..."

"Sir Caleb, then! What dost thou mother look like?"

Five minutes later, mother and son are reunited, the mother giving Eddie a hug for good measure.

Eddie isn't there to watch Steve grabbing a ring pop from the candy aisle, ripping the package open with his teeth, and stomping towards Eddie with the speed of a Very Done Jock.

He isn't there to watch Robin jump on Steve's back like a feral monkey, either.

He only turns around when a supermarket employee has to tentatively walk over to ask that Robin stop assaulting Steve and for Steve to stop shouting I FOUGHT MONSTERS IN A GOOEY HELLSCAPE IF I WANT TO PUT A RING ON IT I'LL PUT A RING ON IT, ROBIN.

YOU'RE NOT EVEN DATING, is all Robin shouts back, ignoring the terrified employee to latch her body to Steve's feet and refuse to let go.

Eddie has zero clue what any of it means, especially when Robin tells him he should be thankful after two out of the three of them are oh so nicely escorted from the store.

Bonus if he accepts the ring pop from Steve after it's shoved into his hand. This is because he likes candy, not because of the implication behind it.

Too bad for him though because Steve decides it's good enough to count as a binding contract like some kind of off brand sporting goods Rumpelstiltskin and he will be collecting thank you very much.

@cherrywade you are right and correct and you should scream it from the rooftops

Steve absolutely skipped right over everything. And if he did go through Gay Panic, then it was a five minute experience that Robin witnessed with her jaw on the ground.

Probably in the middle of Family Video with Steve holding a Star Wars VHS in his hand asking her "what's it called when you like both Leia and Han Solo?"

When she says "bisexual?" he stares at the tape, makes a series of complicated facial expressions, nods, and then turns and walks towards the door.

Robin at least has the good sense to stumble after him and shriek, "where are you going!?"

She wouldn't be prepared for his answer. Which would probably be something like;

"I need to tell Eddie I'm a bicycle and that I'm going to marry him. Do you think we can still go ring shopping if we can't get married? By the way I'm taking my fifteen minutes."

And thus began Robin's trip through the Hell that was Steve's complete and total self acceptance and his quest to Marry The Pathetic Nerd No Matter What.

Rewatching LOST, and I gotta say, I don’t think this show gets enough credit for how socially aware it is (in some ways, and considering the time it was created!) Take Sayid for example. Sayid is a man originally from Iraq, who served in the Republican Guard. LOST started in 2004, just a few years after 9/11, and, considering it’s a show about a plane crash, it was bold for LOST to tackle the discrimination that anyone of middle eastern descent might face in the U.S.A. The majority of the survivors are white people with English as their native language. Some of them are wary initially about Sayid after learning about his time in the Republican Guard. Sawyer even accuses him of being a terrorist, and cites how Sayid was pulled aside by TSA (his intention is to use this as evidence to back up his claim, but he’s really just proving the discrimination against people from the Middle East). However, Sayid proves to be one of the most caring, patient, and genuine characters on the show. Like many citizens of any nation who join any military force, Sayid had good intentions, and got more and more tangled in the complicated, morally questionable (to say the least) web of war. He escaped, and felt immense guilt for his involvement in both sides of the war (he ended up also helping the Americans, after they convinced his to interrogate and torture his own commanding officer). During his time on the island, he is generally a helpful, benevolent man. Ultimately, his past doesn’t matter - and neither does anyone else’s. They’re all on the same team once they crash on the island. And then there’s the other bold choice - to have him romantically involved with a blonde, white woman (Shannon). Having an Iraqi man and a white, American woman as a couple on TV in 2004 was groundbreaking. I don’t think Sayid as a character, or Naveen Andrews as an actor, gets enough credit.

Kili for Baru ~<3

"the magnets that fix your depression?"

"the magnets that fix your depression."

"i don't believe in that."

"dude i've been there."

"how would that even work?"

"they use magnets."

"magnets?"

"to fix your depression."

"the magnets that fix your depression."

"they use the magnets that fix your depression."

TMS has the highest "sounds like bullshit" to "holy shit that worked??" ratio of any phenomenon i have literally ever encountered on earth. it fucking saved my life. if you get the chance, do it. i am not a doctor, but as a patient success story this is my complete and unreserved endorsement of TMS.

"how does that even work?" they don't know, they just know it does

"what is it doing?" using magnets to tickle a certain part of your brain til you're less sad

"what's that part of your brain do?" they don't know but it's underactive in depressed people

"so they just tickle it until... what?" until it's less underactive

"and that makes you less depressed??" listen pal i wouldn't have believed it either. but it worked.

i had, no exaggeration, the most treatment-resistant case of severe clinical depression that every single doctor i saw had ever seen. more than two dozen clinicians described me this way independent of one another.

i did 30 days of TMS and i was better. it's like fucking magic. and you get to wear this dope ass magneto helmet that goes bzzzzzzz when it's on

i miss the helmet. it was a snug and a cozy helmet

Gonna be real with you I took the time to check if this was actually wikipedia and not some fake, evil wikipedia that lies to people for fun, and I am now even more inclined than before to believe that magnets are in fact just straight up fucking magic apparently

hey, if you’re not busy later can i come over and melt into you?

tuck her in thursday