She's also publicly stated that she believes that anyone who reads her books or watches her shows and films does so because they explicitly agree with her political views.

There's no "agree to disagree" with her work. Every time you pick up her work or talk about it you are saying to her "I agree with you Joanne" whether you like it or not.

alright google calm down we all know this to be true

"I want old fandom culture back, but proshippers are disgusting, don't bring them into this" a real life TikTok post that I saw btw.

YOU CANNOT HAVE OLD FANDOM CULTURE BACK WITHOUT PROSHIPPING.

what the fuck do people think "proshipping" means anyway

I keep seeing it referenced as some kind of badge of dishonor

it means

"in favor of shipping and the freedom to ship whatever"

that's it

no, it does not stand for "problematic shipping" which is a real thing I saw someone try to claim

it came about as a response to ANTI-shipping

as in people being weird and toxic about other people's ships

like, stop that

that's what it means

Bringing in what I said in the group chat: they wouldn't survive in the LiveJournal communities that raised me.

If you wanted a place for just your ship, you made your own fanfiction archive for it and you maintained and moderated it yourself. And most of these only existed because it made it easier to find fics for your OTP, not because the sight of other ships disgusted you.

Have an issue with something you see on a kink meme? Don't read through the comments on the kink meme or wait until the Delicious board is up and filter just the tags you want.

If someone brought up fic or shipping to an actor, a containment breach klaxon would go off and everyone would talk shit in the private LJ and Dreamwidth communities. You did not make ship wars the problem of the actors, show runners, directors, or writers. That was internet bullshit that stayed on the internet. If someone became aware of it on their own, fine, but that was exceedingly rare. You definitely didn't ask shipping questions to the actors if you were a "journalist."

You shipped what you shipped, you were into what you were into, you left people alone, and you did not wave any of it in the face of the actors.

So yeah, bring back the old fandom culture. Please. Let shippers and the actors have some goddamn peace.

✨🍐WIP Weekend!🍐✨

Rules: Send me an ask with any of the below emojis and I will answer will a couple of sentences of new words! If you ask for one of my secret fics and the ones I can write for I will be so happy. I need to get them DONE 😤

*deep breath* I was tagged by: @hbyrde36 @sourw0lfs @helpimstuckposting @tinytalkingtina @fkinkindagauche @cloudsurfing42 !!! Thank you!

My current WIPs:

🦇-Fuitbat Eddie! We're closing in on finishing chapter 6!

⛓️‍💥-MORE Dom!Steve, we're starting a new installment!

Of course then my secret fics, which I will write a couple of sentences for, and then answer your ask with some sentences for one of the above:

🔥- secret gift fic

💥-big bang! Can't wait to be able to talk about this one!

Snippet of Fuitbat Eddie below the cut!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

🍸 - S____ N__

😈 - N____ T______ & D________

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch4)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10 - final! 😱)

From Fuggi Regal Fantasima:

“I, um…” Eddie cleared his throat, slipping through the cracked open door and into the room, but still hovered an awkward distance away from Steve and the bed, eyeing it cautiously. “I don’t—uh—I didn’t really like the way we left things earlier.”

Steve snorted, giving him half an eye roll. “I wasn’t a big fan either.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Eddie pleaded, taking a few slow steps closer. “But you know I'm right. I mean, this whole thing is ridiculous anyway. Don’t we have bigger, much more important things to worry about than having stupid crushes on each other?!”

By the end of his speech Eddie was practically shouting, and Steve had to stifle a grin. He could tell it was taking all of Eddie’s self control not to stamp his feet.

“I don't recall actually admitting—”Steve began, but was quickly cut off.

“Harrington—” Eddie growled, glaring with all the fierceness of an especially adorable house cat as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

Steve couldn't resist copying him, sitting up as he crossed his own arms and pitched his voice as low as possible. “Munson—”

Eddie let out an exasperated sigh, raking a hand roughly over his face before stumbling closer still, falling to his knees next to the bed. “Look, Eddie,” Steve said softly, scooching himself towards the edge of the bed. “If there's one thing I've learned in the last three years, it’s that there’s always going to be something else to worry about. But I’m done waiting to live my life, when I know full well It could end with a snap of Vecna’s disgusting fingers. None of us knows how much time we’ve got left, and if all I have are these stolen moments between world ending catastrophes, then so be it. We’ll deal with Vecna when the time comes, but until then…”

No pressure tags 💜

@steddiehands86 @hairstevington @stellarspecter @vthx @fkinkindagauche

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Years later and some things never change 💕

(Reposting, Deleted by accident 😭)

Years Later 💕

(Inspiration from @dwobbitfromtheshire)

Distraction

My Stranger Things Art | Steddie Fanart

Dangerous Dreams

Written for round 1 of the @steddiebingo and for week 1 of @steddiesportsau

Prompts: Hurt/Comfort | Olympic Sports

Words: 2,023 [also on AO3]

Rated: T

Tags: Figure skater Eddie; Coach Steve; Past Stancy; Injury; Sexual tension

Notes: Prequel to this one

It’s long past dark by the time Steve walks Nancy to her car. They're the last ones to leave the rink as usual, all of the other athletes and coaches long gone. Some things never change, he guesses.

“You really don’t have to do this,” she says, eyeing the bag with her clothes and skates that he has slung over one shoulder. “People will jump to conclusions if they see us together like this.” 

Steve huffs, opening the trunk and throwing the bag inside. 

“Like what, that we’re dating again? I’m your coach, aren’t I? I’m allowed to look after my athletes.” 

She shrugs, playing with a strand that has escaped from the updo she has thrown her hair into for practice. 

“That’s not how the tabloids are going to see it and you know it.” 

“Yeah, well,” he smiles drily. “Let them think what they want. I don’t care about their opinion.” 

She raises her brows at him, fumbling in her jacket pocket for her keys. 

“Oh, yes? What about the opinion of a certain loud-mouthed, curly-haired figure skating prodigy?” 

Written for @steddiesportsau.

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Prompt #1: Friday Night Lights | Word Count: 2771 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Pre-Steddie, S2 Canon Divergence/Mild AU, Football Player Steve Harrington, Hawkins High School Football, Let It Be Known: Eddie Munson Did Not Sign Up For This Willingly

Also on ao3.

It was only supposed to be an unfairly issued punishment for a bullshit charge of attempted destruction of school property. The old, if you want to mess with the school's footballs so bad, then maybe you should be on the team nonsense that only a smooth-brained coach could cook up.

An ultimatum to either suck it up and accept the forced task of throwing practice passes to the JV losers, or be suspended, all but guaranteeing himself a third senior year. All because Coach Watkins saw Eddie snag a football from one of the asshole jocks, cock his arm, and send it flying into the trees in a nice spiral Uncle Wayne had taught him as a kid. Back before it was quite so blatantly obvious that sports weren't gonna be an interest in his life. 

Now, months later, he's having a helmet shoved on his head mid-game because Carver, the asshole starting quarterback, is being carted off the field. Knee blown out.

Two minutes ago, Eddie was reading a book on the bench. Now, Steve Harrington is pulling Eddie's jersey off his back, shoving a pair of pads into them, before demanding he put his arms up. 

He does, not sure what other option he really has at this point. Harrington yanks the jersey down over his head, settling the pads onto his shoulders, then slides his hands under Eddie's jersey. Eddie hears the click, and feels Steve yank them tight. Too tight. 

They're not really gonna make him play football in an actual game, are they? That's absurd.

"You should've been padded up," Harrington says, and then pats Eddie's thighs. Eddie is wearing his bottom pads, but if he wasn't, would Steve Harrington try to strip his pants off him too? "Why weren't you dressed out?"

"Uh, I don't really play," he starts, but Steve Harrington, the only remaining captain on the field, is too busy dressing him before they have to resume play. 

Scandal follows Eddie Munson wherever he goes. He doesn't mean for it to, it just does. And, like, sure, he should've known that cavorting with a bunch of topless models in a hot tub in a chalet in the Swiss Alps was a bad idea, but 1) he's gay and 2) even if he wasn't, does anyone really care if a rockstar has an orgy these days?

Well, it turns out that they do. They do so much, in fact, that he hasn't known a moment's peace since the photos leaked. Every time they go outside, they're mobbed. Their socials are a disaster zone.

Chrissy, Jeff, Gareth, and Freak are sick of his shit, worried that this will ruin the world tour, which doesn't make any sense. All publicity is good publicity, right?

Anyway, he's not surprised when he, Chrissy, and the rest of the band are whisked away in a fancy car with dark-tinted windows, thinks they're about to fly home for a break. And honestly? Good riddance to Europe.

Imagine his surprise when he exits the car mere feet away from the sun soaked Mediterranean.

"Oh no. No, no, no." He says, trying to force his way back into the sedan.

"Oh, yes." Chrissy links her arm with his. "You need to lay low for a few days and this was the best I could manage on short notice."

He glares. "You know I hate boats."

"You do not," Gareth accuses.

"You're just mad at facing consequences for your actions," Jeff adds.

"I didn't do anything!" He wails.

fourth line, best line

for @steddiesportsau prompt 'first line' (i know the title is misleading, just trust me)

rated t | 2,577 words | cw: injury | tags: modern au, hockey au, getting together, happens during a time skip just go with it, love confessions

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The buzzer echoes in his skull. He didn’t notch a point tonight. Not a single one.

He didn’t even drop the gloves.

He’s gonna end up sent back down to the farm team, he can feel it.

“Munson!” A voice yells from behind him as he walks down the tunnel to the dressing room. “Hey.”

Steve is a good captain, a great hockey player, and a beautiful man. His number will almost definitely be in the rafters someday, and he’s got a long career in the NHL waiting for him when he retires from playing. He shouldn’t waste more than what’s required on pep-talking Eddie through a shitty game.

“Yeah?” He asks, trying not to sound like he’s a second away from crying.

“That pass in the second was a beauty,” he says with a smile.

Careful now, best not to linger in this town for the air's thick with ghostly whispers and the undead are close behind ⛓💀🗡 ⚰️

Also, imagine 'Preacher' title theme playing in the background.

Part One

“We are going to get in so much shit for this,” Chris rambles, “if we get fucking caught with this-”

“Chris, stop okay,” Eddie tries again. She’s been working herself up with the same shit for twenty minutes.

“We decided to do this babe,” Robin reminds her.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time!” Chrissy practically wails, “he saved our asses, it just seemed fair!”

“Our asses were in trouble in the first place because of him,” Eddie mumbles under his breath.

Robin Elbows him, “shut up, he said he didn’t know and I believe him. I told you, he’s a good soul.”