Romance and Cuddles

Nice to meet you, the names Ezra, age 24. I am Queer as fuck, use they/them pronouns. This blog is multi-fandom, and music. I write fic sometimes. Feel free to come talk to me, I'm usually on at least every other day, but weekends get tricky. I am a fairly awkward person, but above everything, I'm a person who just needs more cuddles in life

[uglyseason]

this one’s for my gay star trek fans: let’s start identifying as “friend of spock”

[morecuddlzpleaz]

wait but if ur ace AND aro AND andro...how can u be queer as fuck? Your identity is having no identity at all, I just don't see how it makes sense

Well who knows when this came in, and despite it being a bad faith ask I'm going to go ahead and clarify. Queer is an identity. I identify as queer. I use it as an umbrella so I dont have to deal with explaining multiple identities to assholes who dont actually care anyway. I save my spoons this way.

If I'm talking to other queers and discussing the particulars of our identity you will find that I ID as a sex positive asexual biromantic and androgyne. Sex positive Asexual meaning that I dont experience sexual attraction but will engage in sex with partners for various reasons. Biromantic meaning that I am romantically attracted to more than one gender. Adrogyne meaning not male or female but somewhere in between and both at the same time.

To be Queer is to be a person who is not straight AND cisgender AND allosexual AND actively identifies as such.

Identities are created and used by individuals to create a sense of community and are only meant to last as long as they are useful to the individual. Another person telling you how you are allowed to identify is a bunch of hogwash as long as the community you are identifying with is not trying to hurt people or is not culturally exclusive. Your identities are valid. You are valid. ❤

[jeffreymarsh]

Sometimes people can’t or don’t want to come out and THAT IS FINE💛💛🌈🥰🥰🥰🥰

[loveintothelight]

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i kissed a boy and i liked it

got all the honey’s in the club excited

i kissed a boy just to start shit

and homeboy was not about it

[legacysam]

They go camping in the fall, hiking and kissing on a mountaintop and holding each other close as they watch the campfire send sparks up into the night.

And in the morning, Sam wakes up wrapped around Cas in their sleeping bag, and all is right with the world. But then he notices a rustling in the warm valley of the sleeping bag over where their bodies meet and spots the birds nesting there, snuggling under each other’s wings. And the squirrel nesting in his hair. And something curled up behind his knees what the fuck is that.

“Cas,” he whispers, startling the birds, who flap their wings in his face and chirp indignantly. “Cas, wake up.”

“Good morning, Sam,” he mumbles, eyes still closed.

“Cas, there are animals in the tent. Like, wild animals. One of them’s in the sleeping bag.”

“Two, actually. Bear cubs.” Sam freezes in horror, wanting to get the fuck out of there, but also not wanting to disturb the bear snoring against his legs.

“Why are there bears in the tent, Cas?” he whispers frantically.

“I heard them crying outside. They were cold. I’m sure their mother will be by to pick them up soon.”

Sam is speechless, because how do you begin to explain the problem with bear cub sleepovers to a guy who doesn’t see the problem with bear cub sleepovers? But Cas just reaches back, sending the birds into another flurry of indignation, and pats Sam’s hip affectionately.

“Don’t worry, Sam,” he reassures him, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t eat you.

And, strangely enough, Sam is okay with that.

[dangerrx]

The only heckling they receive as a couple comes from Dean. He sees it his right as both their brother and best friend to attempt a joke whenever they’re in a room together. 

“Quit making goo-goo eyes at each other from across the room.” “Ugh, it’s too early to see you guys making out. And near the coffee too?!” “Heh. Guess I shoulda booked a separate room so you two could…you know.” “Sammy, aren’t you gonna be a gentleman and order for your boyfriend here?" 

The comments don’t bother Castiel as much as they do Sam. On a good day, Sam will take Dean’s ribbing with a strained laugh. Otherwise, Sam will roll his eyes and, if possible, leave in a huff, Castiel reluctantly following behind. Castiel apologizes for Dean’s behavior, and he doesn’t like to, but he tells Sam if they stop showing affection around Dean, Dean might stop. 

"No, Cass, we just—-” Sam sighs. 

Castiel waits for Sam to continue, but Sam falls asleep in Castiel’s arms, and they don’t talk about it again until they’re off on a hunt. Dean says something about Sam and Castiel putting a pillow in between each other so they “won’t be tempted” while Dean is in the room. Sam grumbles and takes a pillow from underneath Dean’s head and lays it in the middle of his and Cass’ bed. 

“Happy?” Sam asks. 

Dean’s smirk remains on his face until even Castiel finds himself getting annoyed. Castiel hugs the pillow that night, but it doesn’t give him the same comfort as holding Sam. He begins forming a plan. Later, with the sound of Dean’s light snoring coming from the other bed, Castiel throws the pillow off the bed and pulls Sam in. 

“Something wrong?” Sam asks, voice low but alert. 

“I have been thinking about it for some time,” Castiel says. “And I would like us to implement affectionate pronouns for one another." 

Sam laughs lowly, “What about…?” 

"Do not worry about your brother,” Castiel says. 

They plot, deciding to use pet names as often as possible, but especially around Dean. Back at the bunker, Sam finds a list of pet names online, of which Castiel is more than happy to study. Castiel takes his favorites and writes them on the inside of his wrist. 

Dean swings by Sam’s room to tell them dinner is done, and before he can mention their proximity to each other on the small bed, Sam kisses Castiel on the cheek. 

“Find anything, hon?" 

Dean snorts from the doorway. 

Castiel shakes his head and puts aside Sam’s laptop. He sighs, “Not yet, dear. But I’ll keep looking.” 

They walk past Dean who laughs, “Aw, ain’t you two just the cutest.” 

For weeks, they continue: 

"Darlin, would you mind asking the waiter for another fork?” “I don’t think my partner, the light of my life, appreciates your tone.” “Babe, how do you pronounce this word?” “Those stitches will heal faster if you don’t strain yourself, Sammy-bear.” “Buttercup, you and Dean check the attic, I’ll go around back." 

Eventually, their pet names are less contrived and they discover they actually like some of them. Sam favors “sweetheart” (doesn’t dare utter “angel”), while Cass is inclined to use “boo” or “handsome.” When Dean makes an offhand comment, saying it’s almost Halloween, Castiel gets a glint in his eye and begins calling Sam “boo-berry” who in turn calls Castiel “pumpkin spice latte.” 

Dean rolls his eyes and books separate but joined rooms for Sam and Castiel. 

Castiel grins, gets up on tip toes to rub his nose against Sam’s. 

“Did you hear that? We have a whole room to ourselves tonight, boo-berry,” he says. 

“I look forward to it, my pumpkin spice latte,” Sam replies. 

"Seriously, you two are disgustingly sweet,” Dean says, mirthless. 

[steveandbucky-deactivated201702]

nothing makes me happier than fluffy sastiel fics - it’s the equivalent of hot chocolate under warm blankets on a rainy day. so i made this list of cute ficlets which will make you smile if you’re having a bad day (:

This Inexplicable Gravity

Waking Up

The Digestive Adventures of the Owl and the Shrew (AU)

Anchors

Hold Me Together

The Hammock

Laundry Day (Like A Fool, Kinda Sick) (AU)

Words with Angels

Stutter

Tumblr Drabble by trescas

Tumblr Drabble by rosworms

Tumblr Drabble by sammysalive

Snowed Through

Wrap Myself In You

Winter Is Coming, But My Heart Is Warm

A Delicate Balance

Burgers Are Most Definitely Superior To Pie

Mister Grace and the School Dance (AU)

I Would Like To Kiss You

enjoy lovelies! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[adrianicsea]

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i’ve seen lots of fob vocals isolated but never dead on arrival until now!!

[waterbird13-deactivated20250720]

Can I please have (and I don't know if this is too complicated or not, so if it just ignore this) something Sam/Eliot where Sam is in the headspace he was in the Cage? Not shut down like after torture, but like completely subservient and quiet and flinching any time Eliot raises his voice or moves too quickly. Why is up to you, but. Yeah. If you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it, that's totally fine!

It starts after a nightmare. It doesn’t seem to be a particularly bad nightmare, but Eliot supposes that just shows what he knows, because clearly something is wrong. He doesn’t want to use the word broken, not about anyone he cares about, not about Sam, but something seems to have snapped.

Sam’s breathing clams down pretty quick, actually, and Eliot hopes against hope that whatever this is, is something mild. “You good?” he asks, gently touching Sam’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Sam says, but it sounds wrong, quiet and broken and it comes too quick, automatic, almost.

Eliot hesitates half a second before asking, “Sam, can you turn over?”

Sam does that immediately too, looking at Eliot with big, scared eyes, watching him carefully.

Eliot’s lost. He doesn’t know what’s going on, what’s happening, but all he knows is something is desperately wrong. It’s even more confirmed when he reaches out to touch Sam–to ground him, to just feel that he’s real, just needing to touch him–and Sam bodily flinches away from him.

Keep reading

[tuesdayblews]

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the song will start in the left ear, then the center before playing in the right ear, creating a layered effect.

wear headphones for the full effect!

he pleads, oh he tries. but he's only denied, now he's dying to get inside.

find more of my stuff here!

[houseofwolvcs]

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mcr - kids from yesterday acoustic

just realised that some people haven’t heard this so listen and weEp. (also watch out for frank’s harmonies near the end i cried)

[iwbhyly]

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Stop whatever you’re doing and listen. 

Beautiful

[avari20]

Broke af?

But still interested in feeding yourself? What if I told you that there’s a woman with a blog who had to feed both herself and her young son…on 10 British pounds ($15/14 Euro) per week?

Let me tell you a thing.

This woman saved my life last year. Actually saved my life. I had a piggy bank full of change and that’s it. Many people in my fandom might remember that dark time as when I had to hock my writing skills in exchange for donations. I cried a lot then. 

This is real talk, people: I marked down exactly what I needed to buy, totaled it, counted out that exact change, and then went to three different stores to buy what I needed so I didn’t have to dump a load of change on just one person. I was already embarrassed, but to feel people staring? Utter shame suffused me. The reasons behind that are another post all together. 

AgirlcalledJack.com is run by a British woman who was on benefits for years. Things got desperate. She had to find a way to feed herself and her son using just the basics that could be found at the supermarket. But the recipes she came up with are amazing. 

You have to consider the differing costs of things between countries, but if you just have three ingredients in your cupboard, this woman will tell you what to do with it. Check what you already have. Chances are you have the basics of a filling meal already. 

Here’s her list of kitchen basics. 

Bake your own bread. It’s easier than you think. Here’s a list of many recipes, each using some variation of just plain flour, yeast, some oil, maybe water or lemon juice. And kneading bread is therapeutic. 

Make your own pasta–gluten free. 

She gets it. She really does. This is the article that started it all. It’s called “Hunger Hurts”.

She has vegan recipes.

Don’t have an oven or the stove isn’t available? She covers that in her Microwave Cooking section. 

She has a book, but many recipes can be found on her blog for free. She prices her recipes down to the cent, and every year she participates in a project called “Living Below the Line” where she has to live on 1 BP per day of food for five days. 

Things improved for me a little, but her website is my go to. I learned how to bake bread (using my crockpot, but that was my own twist), and I have a little cart full of things that saved me back then, just in case I need them again. She gives you the tools to feed yourself, for very little money, and that’s a fabulous feeling. 

Tip: Whenever you have a little extra money, buy a 10 dollar/pound/euro giftcard from your discount grocer. Stash it. That’s your super emergency money. Make sure they don’t charge by the month for lack of use, though.

I don’t care if it sounds like an advertisement–you won’t be buying anything from the site. What I DO care about is your mental, emotional, and physical health–and dammit, food’s right in the center of that. 

If you don’t need this now, pass it on to someone who does. Pass it on anyway, because do you REALLY know which of the people in your life is in need? Which follower might be staring at their own piggy bank? Trust me: someone out there needs to see this. 

[ok2befat]

<3 

[stavvers]

I’ve just come to the realisation that Hermione Granger probably memory charmed her parents and packed them off to Australia long before she told Harry and Ron she’d done it at the beginning of Deathly Hallows.

She literally never goes home from Goblet of Fire onwards, spending her summers with the boys instead. In GoF she’s remarkably blase about her teeth, something her dentist parents would have noticed and felt hurt about. 

If I were to guess, I’d say she probably did it after the wizarding world cup when she’d seen exactly how the wizarding world treats muggles and decided not to let that happen to her folks. Hermione knows which way the wind is blowing and gets in early. She’d be more than capable of doing it. 

[captainlordauditor]

…Oh my God.

[peregrinelight]

hermione is fucking ruthless and i will fight anyone who tells me otherwise that was her “negative” gryffindor trait was she incredibly brave and courageous and loyal? yes but she was also vicious and violent and trapped a woman as a beetle in a jar for over a year because she pissed her off

[roachpatrol]

hermione granger looked at the world, and looked at her magic, and looked at everyone else’s magic, and seemed to come to the conclusion that reality had better shut the fuck up and behave itself or she’d make it. 

of all the kids, i think she’s dumbledore’s successor, not harry. 

[queeranarchism]

Never ever turn off your phone: rethinking security culture in the era of big data analysis.

Back in the 80′s if you were a pissed off anarchist that wanted to burn down a building, you probably checked your home for listening devices and made a plan. If you were the same kind of pissed off anarchist in the late 90′s, you  turned off your phone and encrypted your online traffic. In the 2020′s we’re gonna have to change our strategies once again. Intelligence gathering has adapted and so we must adapt too.

To get a head start at this, let’s look at how big data analysis is being used. To do this, we’ll need to talk about 3 things: metadata, patterns and networks. Those sound boring and complicated but I’m not a techy and I won’t bore you with tech language, I’ll keep it as easy as I can.

Metadata: In the context of online activity, ‘content’ means ‘the message you send’ and ‘metadata’ means ‘everything other than the content’. So, for example, if you send your friend a text about lunch, the content might be “Let’s go out for lunch” and the metadata might be “Message send at 01/04/2018 11.32 from phone [phone] to phone [phone] using Signal”.

This information is registered by your phone even if the app encrypts your actual message. Your metadata is very badly protected by technology and very badly protected by the law. No matter which country you are in, most of your metadata if freely available to intelligence agencies regardless of whether you are a suspect in anything.

Patterns: Whether you realize it or not, your metadata has a pattern. If you have a daily job you might have a very consistent pattern, if you do not your pattern might be more flexible but you have a pattern. If someone wanted to know the rhythm of your day, they could very easily do so because your pattern is in the metadata.

For example: Maybe you use the wifi at your favourite bar on most Sunday nights until about midnight, you wake up around 10 AM and check your Signal, you use your public transport card to get to class every Monday afternoon and you spend on average 1 hour on Tumblr twice a day. All this is part of your pattern.

Networks: You have online networks. Your facebook friends, the people in your phone adress book, the dropbox you share with coworkers, everyone who bought online tickets to the same punk band you attended, the people using the same wifi points as you. Take your networks, combine them with other people’s networks, and clusters reveal themselves. Your work community, your family, your activist scene, etc.

If you are in an anarchist community that will probably be abundantly clear from all your minor network connections like going to the same band and knowing the same people as other anarchists. Even if you never liked an anarchist facebook page or pressed ‘going’ on an anarchist facebook event, your network is hard to hide.

Now, let’s say you commit a crime,

the kind that would result in some serious research. Let’s say that on Sunday night 3 AM, you are your friends go out and burn down a nazi’s house. It’s obvious that anarchists did it but there are no other clues. You use traditional style security culture: you burn your notes, you are careful not to communicate about your plans near technology and you do not leave physical traces.

But because you commited the crime that night, your metadata will vary strongly from your usual rhythm: you stay at your usual bar until 2 AM to wait for your friends, you do not wake up at 10 AM in the morning so you do not check your Signal or Tumblr until 1 PM. You do not go to class. Your metadata pattern is very different from your usual pattern. The metadata patterns of your friends are different too. If one of you is clumsy, they might generate a super suspicious metadata signal like a phone being switched off at 2.30 AM and activated at 4AM. You wouldn’t be the first.

If I wanted to solve this crime using data analysis, what I would do is:

let a piece of software run a pattern analysis of the local anarchist scene to generate the 300 people most connected to the anarchist scene.

let a second piece of software analyse the metadata patterns of those 300 people over the last months and identify the biggest metadata variations around Sunday night as well as very suspicious metadata activity

Illiminate pattern variations with an obvious cause or an obvious alibi (people who are on vacation, people who are in the hospital, people who lost their job, etc).

Do indepth research into the ones that remain.

Which is how, out of a massive amount of people that I couldn’t possible all listen to at the same time, I could quickly identify a few to monitor closely. This is how I could find and catch you.

So, now what?

If traditional security culture doesn’t protect us as well as it used to, how do we adapt? Well, I don’t have all the answers but for a start, I’d say: know your network + know your pattern.

In the case of the crime above: leave the bar at midnight, return home and put your phone on your bedside table. Check the apps you check before going to bed and set your alarm to 10AM. Return to the bar without your phone. Commit the crime. Wake up at 10AM and check your Signal. Drag yourself to class or ask a comrade to make the trip with your travel card and do not use technology in your home while the comrade is taking your travel card to class. Stick to your pattern. Never ever turn off your phone.

You might also be able to manipulate your network but that seems much harder to do. Not having a smartphone and dropping out of all social activity online is  a big commitment. Knowing your data pattern and making sure your data pattern doesn’t look out of the ordinary? Much less commitment.

Some of the old rules will still apply: don’t talk about a crime around devices with microphones, don’t brag after a succesful action, etc. Other rules, like ‘turn off your phone when planning an illegal act’ need to change because their metada looks too out of the ordinary. No one switches off their phone anymore. We look suspicious as fuck when we do.

This is just one idea on how we could update our security culture. There are probably other people with other, better ideas about updating our security culture. If we start the conversation, we may get somewhere.

Finally: we need to keep adapting.

As technology changes, more information is becoming available, including data we have very little control over. Smart-tv’s and ads in public spaces that listen to every word we say and the tone of our voice when we say it are examples. Data analysis projects are currently using license plate reading software on security footage to map the travel patterns of cars. A lot suggests they may soon be ready to do the same with face recognition, at which point the presence of our face in public space becomes part of our metadata. More information means more accurate data analysis. Our metadata may soon be too vast annd too complex to completely map and mirror. Which means we will need to adapt our counter measures if you want to hide something.

How do we keep it all under the radar? I don’t know. But let’s try to figure this shit out. These are some first thoughts about what security culture should look like in the age of modern big data analysis and I’d be very happy for any insights from comrades that have some thoughts on this.

Also: feel free to distribute and rework these words without credit.

[rabbitindisguise]

You can work silence into patterns though. Like, say for example you go on your computer to do stuff for hours- or read stuff, or do homework. Start turning off your phone randomly. It will just look like you’re developing habits. Or heck, make your phone die in a place without a wall plug.

Also periodically go through permissions, delete apps that use voice permissions that shouldn’t, download apps to force permissions.

[queeranarchism]

To be honest, I think if you turned off your phone regularily you would stick out because the only people who do that are activists. Your own pattern would be consistent but it’d be so different from the general population that it would raise eyebrows. So it is bothmore effective and less work to simply leave your phone on but make sure it is not with you when you plan and do actions.

[whysperingwoods]

The FBI has been known to use “blackout” periods as signs of when to try and associate criminal activity (for an actual reference, I remember they used it in the Isreal Keys murders). It’s way easier to rely on your pattern and replicate it than to try and create a blackout habit with no pattern, not to mention you’re really just opening up the potential for them to associate you with other crimes related to your other blackout patterns if you end up going that route. 

[doomsdayrainbows]

cyberpunk resistance organization / but this is FUCKING IMPORTANT

[burntheupholstery]

the new silence is noise, then?

[queeranarchism]

the new silence is rhythm, continuing it’s daily grind, the same mundane pattern over and over, so the silent and unmundane things happening out of reach of the microphone can carry on unnoticed.

[leydhawk]

Any suggestions for finding places where there are no microphones? I’ve been thinking of that and even if I don’t have my phone on me, if I’m in public, everyone else does. Not to mention smart watches, and all the smart home tech…

[queeranarchism]

Nature is an obvious place to go.

(If you’re so very interesting to the state that they might even follow you with listening equipment, then noisy nature like waterfalls is your best option. But following someone is waaaay more expensive than tapping phones so I think that’s not as common as it once was. If the state is that interested in you, you probably shouldn’t be taking my relatively uninformed advice but looking into some serious security culture resources instead.)

If nature is not an option, consider how likely the state is to listen to the microphones around you. Are they phones belonging to anarchists? Then the they might well be listening in. Are they soccer moms having lunch in the same mall as you? Then the chance is significantly less.

Technologically it is probably already possible to use every single microphone in an area to ‘passively’ listen for key words and focus on conversations containing that word. But if you’re smart you’re using a little bit of code if you’re talking about crime in the mall.

And — the next part is uninformed guesswork — I don’t see any signs of that technique being used much yet. It might be something that we’ll need to worry about in the future? We know for sure that some countries are identifying suspects through meta-data (the topic of my original post) because it came up as evidence in court cases. We won’t really know whether mass passive listening over public microphones is being used in this way until we see some proof.

Oh, another idea: if you are moving, for example jogging or cycling, then no single phone will record more than a short snippet of your conversation and bystanders are unlikely to pick up more either. This isn’t something I’ve looked into, the idea just popped into my head just now. Not sure if it’s any good. 

[buckykingofmemes]

‘are you decent?’  not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking

[horrorshowsoubrette-blog-deacti]

INFP vs INFJ

INFP: Dresses like a fairy princess librarian headed to Comic-Con. INFJ: Owns seven pairs of the same exact black pants, all perfectly-pressed.

INFP: I’M HAVING FEELS! INFJ: YOU’RE HAVING FEELS! Wait. I’m also having feels. Cannot compute. I shall help you with your feels and ignore my own until they hopefully go away.

INFP: I LOVE HUMANITY! (volunteers, donates to charity in appreciation) INFJ: I HATE HUMANITY! (volunteers, donates to charity anyway)

INFP: Always ridiculously late or inconveniently early. INFJ: Always right on time.

INFP: Drinks hot cocoa with heaps of whipped cream and sprinkles.  INFJ: Drinks black coffee by the gallon.

INFP: All-feeling. INFJ: All-knowing.

INFP: WHY CAN’T EVERYONE JUST BE KIND TO EACH OTHER? INFJ: WHY CAN’T EVERYONE JUST FUCKING BE POLITE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY.