Sweet pickles

Call me pickles (Black as hell🙂‍↕️) Posts about whatever interests me at the time. Asks open ✨️

[sweetpickles-blog]

Hey yall, im Pickles. Im opening my requests to write! My blog is 18+

Fandom's I will write for include; Naruto, Peacemaker, Hannibal, and Invader Zim for now.

Edit!: Will also do From asks!

Im open to writing any ships or ideas yall might have. My only no go is anything with non-con. But X reader, oc + cannon is fine with me.

I'll put what im most used to writing in the tags if anyone needs it!

[sweetpickles-blog]

Another update for that shibi fic for myself, its about 1,000 words at the moment. Still gotta tweak it a lot, and im not too sure how I want to end it, im leaning towards happy ngl.

Tw for the snippet: mentions of dead bodies]

[creatingblackcharacters]

For the melanin beam event how do you want things submitted? Is posting/reblogging things with the tag fine and if so should we start doing that ahead of time or have things scheduled for the 8th? I'm really looking forward to this event!

If you choose to do it early, I would prefer if you submitted them here via ask box or submission, just so I can queue them for the day of! If you decide to post now and post early, there is no guarantee I'll even remember to queue it for later to be included. (I have a lot of notifications, I don't catch everything. Help me out here, please 😅)

If you choose to post the day of, posting on your own is fine, just tag me so I see it, and use the hashtag 👍🏾 (or again you can submit here too. It's up to you!)

I would appreciate it if y'all made original pieces, should you choose to participate. Tagging old and/or other people's work, especially when it wasn't done with the intent of participation, feels lazy to me 😅 there's no pressure to participate, but if you're gonna do it, commit. It doesn't have to be the Mona Lisa lmao, it doesn't have to take you a whole week to do! It just has to be something made intentionally and with care!

The day of, ABSOLUTELY share everything you can find that was posted with the tag! That's the flooding the dash part, that's the excitement!

While it is a mostly visual thing, I had someone ask if they could do gifs and pictures as lists for Black castings, and I thought that was cool! So you can think and create outside of the box! You could write a blurb of a pre-existing character and make them Black, and I'd share it as long as it was respectful. 👍🏾 Hope this helps!

[saathi1013]

"Why isn't there more X, Y or Z in fandom?" also translates to "Why are fandom spaces - supposedly progressive utopias where everyone is welcome and we all leave our cultural biases at the door - hostile, dismissive, or even hateful towards X, Y, & Z? How is this 'inclusive' space not safe for and inclusive of fans of X, Y, & Z?"

And it's important to remember that framing, because then you see that the question is about the community, the [sub]culture of fandom, not demanding an individual's personal justification for not liking one specific thing.

[kyri45]

Guards! Put the blond man in spandex in situations!

Ahah you thought it was gonna be a silly introduction? Well me and @sam-i-am-27 have been coocking some more loree. (PREV)

[faerieinthehumanworld]

So this is BRILLIANT

[creatingblackcharacters]

Random thought, but I resent always having to clarify myself as a Black woman.

No one ever asks the racists in question to clarify themselves, it's always just assumed that they "had good intentions" and that I must have "misunderstood".

But EYE got to approach with a "nice tone" and "prove myself" in order to be heard, because the accusation is seen as worse than the action itself.

That don't seem backwards to y'all? Why are the bigots the ones that get the benefit of the doubt?

[creatingblackcharacters]

Not to mention, whenever I Said What I Said, you end up with the "well she didn't change her tone to be Nice, so she MUST be questionable!!"

Whole victim blaming culture fr. Wdym you gotta be nice to be believed. Who is nice about getting beat on. Seems wild, but it's another one of those things I feel like I'm going crazy over, because it's not the Obvious thought process, I guess.

[nyokoko]

This is literally my entire life experience. And being neurodivergent doesn’t help matters because I literally can’t make myself soft and bouncy in my tone when I speak.

[wreegis]

finally, a team 7 to complete the set!

[socra-time]

Each of the genin teams’ WORST D-rank missions:

[sweetpickles-blog]

People to block

Making this its own post too

[sweetpickles-blog]

Let me say this

I feel like the reason, I cant interpret the song as anything else beacuse of Blackness as my identity. Stevie is singing to his daughter, celebrating her birth and the innocence in her before the world can touch her.

When she gets out of the hospital(how i see it) she will not be seen as innocent even if she is a baby. But for a few moments, just a few seconds. When its just her parents and her, she is the most safe she will ever be.

But for now Stevie is celebrating his daughter's birth. Showing her unconditional love.

Many of us from a young age, are tought to be extremely careful. Many Black elders dont allow grandchildren to use water guns, Our parents warn us if we interact with a cop do whatever they say. All of this starts at 7 or even younger.

Now to go into TADC, yes I know its an allegory for Jax being Trans. And the breif moment she was allowed to express herself with Ribbit.

Jax as a character is not innocent. She constantly pushes others away to try to make herself feel right. Of course there was a chance she could go back and fix things, but it was all too late. The possibility of being wonderful and precious, being able to express herself the way she craves. Is snuffed out beacuse if her own decision. Which is the warning.

However, seeing as some in the fandom. (Yes im talking to you guys forget the VAs for a second) were very willing to double down, and sprew racist rhetoric, is on if the reasons its impact is lost on me.

I saw blogs attacking Black blogs simply for saying they were uncomfortable. Someone else said that TADC is better/more popular than Juneteenth. I dont even want to bring up the counltess amount of blogs who said that Black people were overreacting.

Let alone the VAs making racist jokes, including Jax's fully saying the n slur multiple times (Even if he apologized it dosent outweigh the impact) its the exact reason the song is a staple. The outside world has never shown unconditional love so we pour it into our loved ones and ourselves.

Dose it matter when it was said? No. His daughter and many other Black children will go into the world where saying the N slur is considered an edgy phase. One that as long as its years ago, an apology will be accpeted.

As long as you just stop talking about race, instead of actually taking the time to unlearn your biases.

Black children and Black adults will not have the benefit of the doubt if they were to repeat Jax's actions.

A lot of you are fully willing to go on deep dives. To interpret every little detail of your favorite character. You will rewatch media. Analyze every bit of what the author says, even take the time to do research into the exact time period/ hints left in a show or movie.

But the second it comes to race, you refuse to dig deeper because the topic makes you uncomfortable.

You want me to believe you guys were able to pick up context clues about TADC. Some of which you make a point to yell about to others to chide them for not knowing. Then you will turn around and pretend not to understand? That"Its just a song" that it "Can be interpreted many ways, why bring up race?"

Yeah, mhmm, alright. Block me.

[sweetpickles-blog]

People to block

[loveridden1999]

maybe it's me being a brown woman but i can't comprehend how & why people treat having a racist phase as a teenager as smth okay or a norm

[phruxx]

it's def not good but treating people who got better like they're still shitty people is a good way to make them turn back into shitty people

[sweetpickles-blog]

"Guys, You HAVE to be nice to me because I apologized. Or else ill hit you again" 🤧

Yeah uhuh

[pastapodcaster]

Crazy some folks will rain fire from the heavens about how Gwen shouldn’t be a POC bc it’s not historically accurate and yet are so quiet about the amount of tomatoes in bbc Merlin

[iskander-tm]

In the moonlight the garden is full of wonders

[spaceybeess]

Been thinking about Stalker! Reader. maybe she used to do it before coming to fromville. Now their attention is on the monsters. Like to the point she can sneak up on the creatures.

Somehow, reader has things from the creatures they've taken. And gets embarrassed when they find it. Pictures, clothing items, also hair? Things where theyd wonder when reader got it without them noticing. Extremely absurd close ups that there like??When did you take this? I never saw you??With any creature of your choice, (plus smiley cause i love him)

I just imagine reader coming into Fromville with those creepy camera sunglasses and mourning the fact they won’t work anymore.

Also, to summarize this:

Normal people getting stalked: 😨

The creatures: 😍🥰🥰

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The Creatures with a Stalker! reader

It’s unusual for them to be caught off guard. The human with the camera slung around their fragile neck managed it. Multiple times. No one, including the other residents, knew of the things you hid. Neither did the creatures.

You merely made pictures and shared them freely. Who’d expect you hid so much?

● Smiley had been curious about your hobby. Mainly because nothing he could see from your room showed where you kept some of the collections you spoke off. You had appeared embarrassed after you mentioned them. The reveal had been a mistake then.

● Your room was tiny. Closer to a broomcloset than a bedroom. He could give you more than this. Somewhere with space for the collections you did show, plastered on the walls.

● In this tiny room, there shouldn’t be a single spot where you could hide anything significant. The exception would be your bed. Underneath was plenty of room. You were too smart to hide valuables there, but it was the only spot he currently saw. And he smelled a secret.

● The night Kevin gave entrance to them, was when he finally had the chance to find out. He was nearly as giddy about that as he was over the lives he got to snuff out, their fear thick on his tongue. Alas, after opening the door to your room, he couldn’t find you. It was as if you had vanished. Odd. He was sure you had been there from the rustling noises.

● His gaze went to the bed. Peering underneath, he almost expected to find you there. You couldn’t have fled so fast. But you weren’t there. What he found instead was one of those polaroids. It lay there as if forgotten in a moment of haste. Dislodged after scrambling to collect anything of value, left to flutter down under your bed.

● He took it, eager to see if it was part of what you hid. He blinked the second his eyes landed on the picture, a reflexive motion that served no purpose beyond showing his surprise.

● The polaroid… It was one of his brethren depicted there. Close and without anything between that revealed it was taken from inside. Nothing that suggested the interior of a building. No windows, no doors, no walls. You had been outside. His pupils blew as excitement twitched in his chest.

● He went to look around your room, sparse as it was. There were no other pictures. That mattered none. He had a piece of the puzzle and he’d selfishly keep it. That unfortunately meant placing it back where he found it. If you believed someone took it, you might stop with your collections altogether. He’ll figure you out. Wait you out.

● The next nights, he watched you not up close, but from afar, studying you as you interacted with his brethren. His new approach piques both your and his brethren's interest.

● Now that he knew to watch… He found you sneaked out at least once every night. With your camera in tow. You were quiet. Quieter than even them. Swift and precise. Stalking your prey without their notice, raising your camera with consideration, adding more to your forbidden collection. Leaving with your price while his brethren questioned where some of their most beloved possessions had vanished.

● Heat snapped under his skin, hunger tightening in knots. Had you been of a more violent constitution, you’d make a wonderful killer.

● And there was something within him that wanted that part of you. You may covet mere pieces of them. But he knew your game now… He’d have to be the better still, and show you, you can have everything of him.

● All it would take was the pretence he never knew of your ambush skills. Then he could finally sate his curiosity regarding your taste.

● Contrary to what you believed, he had picked up on some strange changes. The Cowboy kept his possessions carefully ordered. He knew all his priced trophies by heart. None of his brethren would have moved his things around. So who did?

● The question bothered him during his waking hours. Worse when he’d settle down to rest. He had gone through his possessions prior to sleep. When he woke… another item was gone. The pocket watch he’d treasured.

● Someone was taking his things. A human. If the time the watch vanished wasn’t a tell, then the lingering scent was. The darkening sensation in his chest was neither fury nor amusement.

● Whoever this human was, they had been subtle at first. Taking smaller things that would be invisible to many. But not to him. He has collected his hoard over time, adding only the best or pieces of his most enjoyable kills.

● He’d catch the little thief in the act. If they were still brave enough to return.

● And brave they were. He had kept his eyes closed, seated against a wall as he always did. He hadn’t heard anything. No shuffling feet. No breathing. Until rummaging began. This time… not with his things. But another’s possessions. He was not your only victim then.

● Slowly, he opened his eyes, finding a human clothed from head to toe. Unidentifiable. But the scent…

● Had he a beating heart, it would've thrilled with excitement.

● It was you. The strange human who talked with them. The human he swore he glimpsed outside on rare occasions. A sweet thing. And apparently a little needy for pieces of him. You’d even began taking what was his. As if clothing yourself with him.

● The question changed. No longer centered on identity, but on what. What did you do with your stolen goods?

● You rummaged quietly through the pile. Stilling after picking something up. You turned to his companion, a pair of scissors in hand. One with a swan-like handle.

And…

● She had been just as awake as the other. He had not been alone in his observations. Her prettiest earrings had gone missing. The Handbag lady understood why you’d take those. She had done the same to the woman they used to belong to. It was alright to borrow them, but keeping them all to yourself? Now, that was simply not done.

● At Colony House, she’d tried to find you as well. Perhaps she shared this defect with you, as she had wanted to add you to her collection. You could have her earrings, clothes and more, just as you had mumbled about when especially fatigued. She liked the idea. It would be adding one possession of hers to mark the other.

● Your, frankly, barren room had been empty of life. But the window had been untouched. Your door closed as if no one had left. A panicking human wouldn’t be closing anything behind them in their attempt to flee. Looking under your bed was natural then, as the only hiding place left.

● But the picture under your bed—touched by another curious soul—had been an unexpected twist. She flipped it in hand, smile freezing. She blinked at the image of herself. It had been taken from the side, her red lips stretched in a grin, fingers grasping the strap of her bag as she wandered. It was taken from the trees. Outside.

● It had captured her intrigue. Your camera wasn’t merely for making still lifes of anything mundane and your fellow humans. You must’ve been capturing their image more often than not. All without anyone’s knowledge. And, oh, she burned a little at that. How talented you were, how quiet. It would be lovely to shatter that quiet.

● The pair of scissors nearing her hair intrigued her far less. You knew how she adored her hair, and yet you’d tarnish it? Greedy humans like you require proper punishment.

● She wouldn’t be delivering it on her own. Curious steps wandered over, too quiet for you to hear in your distraction. Your heart must be thrumming so loudly in your pretty head, blood rushing and blocking your hearing. The confidence in his steps told her he had caught on as well.

● You had gotten comfortable.

● How fortunate they all had different uses for your life beyond that of a toy ready to be discarded.

● She let the scissor inch closer, your fingers slowly raising a few strands. She could barely contain her response, desire aching in her teeth, curling lower in her body at your proximity. Such a talented little hunter you were. So close to your target.

But they had played this game far longer. Patience was always rewarded. And in the dark, your human eyes failed to notice the two shadows falling over you.

[sweetpickles-blog]

I mean..at least he told Naruto hes gonna be watched???

[green-is-gay]

i dont WANT pride months to be over,

on the other hand...

[afeelgoodblog]

Housekeepers and Janitors Need Praise As Unsung but Very Much Important

[greatgodempresspan]

Remember when the NRA told doctors to “stay in their lane” RE gun violence and #thisismylane trended as a result?

One of the tweets I saw was a surgeon who’d taken a picture of her OR, having just finished surgery on a young man who’d been shot. Blood. Everywhere.

This bloke retweeted her, mentioning that he worked as a cleaner in a hospital and had had to clean up stuff like this and worse.

Surgeon replied to him (and went up *greatly* in my estimation) and, despite living in different countries, thanked him for his hard work.

I can’t find the tweets sadly, but hers went something like;

“Without a clean and sterile operating room to work in, my team, our skills and the best medicines in the world are next to useless. You are doing invaluable work, without which my work would be impossible.”

[yokelfelonking]

I work as a nurse, and a huge amount of the care credited to us is actually certified nursing assistants, or CNAs (or “techs”). These are the folks who do a huge amount of the grunt work of cleaning up poop, changing dirty linens, feeding people, getting folks up to the chair and back to the bed, back and forth to and from the bathroom, etc, and they get paid, like, half of what we do.

I never see “CNA Appreciation Week” or “we love our CNAs” or people talking about how amazing our techs are.

God bless our CNAs. And housekeeping. And janitors, and supply staff, and sanitation workers, and all those folks doing the grunt work of making sure we’re not living in filth.

[verityontheothersites]

shoutout to our housekeepers (who do the food here) and cleaners and stores, who keep our cupboards stocked and order the stuff we need!

I remember working on a frailty ward way back when, and we had the same housekeeper covering mealtimes. Our patients would often stay for 2-4 weeks (which is really long for NHS acute hospital) with their delirium, behavioural symptoms of dementia and medical problems, and she remembered what each patient liked. The meal replacement drink flavours they liked, what kind of meat they liked, etc.

They did MUCH more to ensure our patients got nutrition than I ever could. (apart from meds reviews, pragmatic instructions etc)

[verityontheothersites]

oh also the porters, who know where absolutely everything is!! my first day at my current hospital, it was a lovely porter who showed me where to go

[aprilslady]

Oooh and ward clerks, who often are the ones organising your transport out of hospital, making sure your notes get to where they need to go and perhaps most cherished for most people, picking up the phone and putting you in touch with your loved one on the ward or with the nurse or doctor to get an update on their condition. We love ward clerks. When they’re not there it’s a bad fucking day.

Also a shout out to dispensers, who are the ones you’re mocking when you talk about “just putting labels on boxes”, when actually they play one of the worlds deadliest match-up games thousands of times a day.

And lab techs,without whom nobody would have any blood results to make clinical decisions

And the wonderful people in the purchasing departments who are the reason there is enough fluid for people to get their IVs and the people who do all the desperate calling around wholesalers and beg and borrow from other hospitals to get that niche drug or maggots or leeches you need.