#efs

[niinokaa]

[sstje3z]

— "timato" "temato" "timaot" "spaceshit"

son 😭😭😭😭😭😭 5 year olds vs 20 year olds in a game of spelling bee bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (5 year olds win)

— how did the whole gang even graduate bro im crine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 they need to return to school IMMEDIATELY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[angsxls]

Eddie (EFS) x reader headcanons!

some both SFW and NSFW headcanons about Eddie!! (also, sorry if the collage is HORRIBLE, but I didn't have enough time to fix it)

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SFW 𖹭.ᐟ

- his way of showing love to you is with acts of service, offering help anytime you need it even in the simplest things.

"I know you can do it yourself, but just let me."

- he's the type to text you while he streams just to know if everything is okay, and if you tell him you're watching the stream, he just flashes a little smirk to the camera, which fans don't understand.

- at first, he's reluctant on introducing you to the gang because he KNOWS them and how they can get, but when it happens, they actually behave and welcome you so well (ed threatened them for a whole week straight)

- he's the type to organize the cutest surprises and buy you the best gifts that actually have meaning because he doesn't like banality, he wants to impress you and make you happy

- he's a PARTY ANIMAL, (idk if he drinks, but with a bit of alcohol? total performer mode) and he loves going to festivals or just clubbing with you because he likes to spend that kind of time with you, having fun and the best time of your lives

- he's the type to have you two as his wallpaper- he adores watching you doing things you enjoy and like, whether is painting your nails or drawing or anything else while over at his place. He finds it so domestic and cute

- if you mention any kind of important event or some kind of exam, musical performance or sport competition, he doesn't accept any excuse, he's already front row

- your parents had a positive first impression of him and it never changed!!

- he loves your perfume/s. Also, an excuse to lean closer to you neck and maybe kiss it gently!

- each time you mention a song you like, he adds it to a specific playlist and he plays it when he misses you, because he loves your vibes

- he's the type to photo chain you! (Idk if this term is international, basically sending silly selfies with someone back and forth) and also casually text how pretty you looked in the last one

- he's the type to go on a trip and get you at least three different things

- you're the only one he permits his hair to be touched from (he loves it)

- in fact, if you two are cuddling and you're like scratching his scalf, he's asleep in two minutes.

- he loves sleeping on top of you

- he'd reply to your ig story saying that's the kind of picture he'd keep in his helmet in war

- you two have matching bracelets or maybe watches

- he trusts you enough to let you help him shave during cute summer mornings, with you sitting on the bathroom sink and him in front of you. Again, an excuse to admire you.

- dinner out, flowers and him well dressed with cologne for Valentine's day!

- he looooves playing with your hair he actually learns how to braid some strands when he's bored- sometimes you make him laugh so hard he actually cries

- I don't think he's the type to like pda.. but defenitely hand holding and a little kiss sometimes is perfect! As long as it doesn't bother the people around you

- if he's around with the gang and you text him, stressed, he sends a video of them all screaming while hyping you up

- perfect moment? Playing Mario kart or something else with you and bickering

- eye contact, he knows the triangle method

- he never lets you pay for anything, he feels impolite

- he hates whenever you feel insecure, he immediately proceeds to encourage you and give you the best advice.

NSFW 𖹭.ᐟ

- he loves summer bc of the tops you wear. He is GONE if the cleavage is clear, he'd literally jump on you

- he removes his glasses when making out or.. yeah. Just to be more comfy.

- whenever the guys make sex jokes, he smirks and laughs but in his head yeah he just remembers how good it is

- night out, if you're pretty, well dressed and sexy, then yeah, pda in that case

- he likes to go to dinner with you because, if you like getting dressed up, he loves seeing the results and ruin them back at home later

- slight dirty talk !

- he loves kissing your neck, like, a lot

- he doesn't like making out in public, but there's one little exception! If you two are at a club and you look a little too hot, or maybe start dancing too close to him, he'd pull you in a corner and start making out with you with nooo problem

- he'd use the excuse to untie or remove your heels/boots/shoes in general while you're sat down so he can kiss up ur thighs before getting to town and surprise you

- you posting a story of yourself all hot and pretty after he made you mad? he's wasted, coming over immediately. and if you two are far away from eachother, he can provide himself

-he adores leaving marks all over your skin, whether they're from his hands gripping you too hard, or his mouth

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[zzombiebites]

ok I saw this edit at 5 in the morning and have NOT stopped thinking about it since.. HIS VOICEEE UGH AND THEN MAX IN THE BEGINNING–

my next post will be a max oneshot I swear bro

[liljakonvalj]

Vet inte hur många frikyrkliga det finns här på tumblr. Men:

Är du frikyrklig?

Tycker du att migrationspolitiken är helt uppåt väggarna galen?

Vill du att permanenta uppehållstillstånd ska vara just Permanenta?

Vill du att fler ska få uppehållstillstånd i Sverige?

Skriv då på detta öppna brev till vårt lands migrationsminister.

Här är brevet i sin helhet:

Vi som är engagerade i svenska frikyrkor har med sorg och bestörtning sett politiken genomdriva en allt hårdare migrationspolitik under det senaste decenniet. Vårt samvete tvingar oss att mot detta höja våra röster.

Med detta brev vill vi särskilt protestera mot förslaget att återkalla vissa permanenta uppehållstillstånd och ersätta dem med tillfälliga uppehållstillstånd – och i andra fall utvisa människor som stadgat sig och byggt upp ett liv i Sverige (SOU 2025:99).

Flera tunga remissinstanser har redan uttryckt stark kritik mot lagförslaget, bland annat Advokatsamfundet och våra trossyskon i Svenska Kyrkan.

Förslaget strider dels mot svensk förvaltningsrätt, där gynnande myndighetsbeslut inte ska rivas upp annat än i mycket sällsynta undantagsfall. Den rättsosäkerhet som uppstår när lagenligt beslut plötsligt dras tillbaka är också något som Regeringsformen förbjuder för beslut med rättsverkan (kap.2 §10 Regeringsformen).

Än värre är den bristande känsla för etik som lagförslaget ger uttryck för. Ett sådant statligt agerande är helt enkelt grymt, eftersom det kastar delar av befolkningen ut i osäkerhet. Det fjättrar människor i ett tillstånd av permanent otrygghet. Denna form av grymhet går på tvärs mot det fokus på existentiell hälsa som regeringen gett Folkhälsomyndigheten i uppdrag att verka för. Om lagförslaget går igenom kommer utfallet göda depression och desperation.

Delar av regeringsunderlaget brukar tala om kristna värderingar. Exempelvis har Kristdemokraterna vid sitt riksting föreslagit att respekt för ”kristendomens unika ställning” är en sorts ”politisk kanon” för det svenska samhället.

Den textsamling som är kristendomens kanon, Bibeln, är mycket tydlig med att respekt för migranter inte är förhandlingsbart: ”Invandraren som bor hos er skall ni behandla som en infödd. Du skall älska honom som dig själv, ni var ju själva invandrare i Egypten” (3 Mos 19:34).

I Bibeln är brist på gästfrihet mot utsatta något som politiska ledare ska ställas till svars för (Hes 16:49, Jer 22:1–6). Berättelsen om Jesus intensifierar budskapet, då han dels under sin barndom själv var flykting och dels är en person som behandlades som rättslös, som sköts mellan olika juridiska instanser och handläggare för att till slut avrättas. Därför identifierar sig också Jesus, hela världens domare, med dem som behandlas med grymhet och brist på omsorg (Matt 25:42–46).

Som medborgare, som medlemmar av civilsamhället och som bekännare av Jesus vill vi nu tydligt uppmana dig, migrationsminister Johan Forssell, att motverka det omtalade lagförslaget. Denna form av grymhet gynnar varken enskilda människor eller vårt samhälle i stort.

Vi uppmanar dig att hålla fast vid rätten till permanenta uppehållstillstånd, och även att verka för att permanenta uppehållstillstånd återigen blir normen.

Vi uppmanar dig vidare att med all makt verka för att lägga om den nuvarande riktning i migrationspolitiken som kännetecknas av hårdhet och retroaktiva beslut till nackdel för invandrare. Det är dags att visa på en ansvarsfull politik både för den som är född innanför och utanför Sveriges gränser.

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Just nu har 3894 personer signerat (går att se om man klickar sig vidare från länken) och vi borde lätt kunna tredubbla detta om informationen når ut till alla.

Även om du inte är kristen får du jättegärna dela vidare detta så det blir ännu fler!

[angelmachinee]

𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 (𝚎.𝚜)

ethan (plenty) x m!reader

lightly proofread

cw: smoking, getting high

You didn't mean for him to find out.

The whole point was to relax, alone— no pressure, no audience, no worrying about saying or doing something dumb. Just you, a quiet night, and a soft haze to take the edge off.

But then the door creaked open, and Ethan leaned against the frame like he'd been standing there for a while.

"Dude you good?" he asked in a low voice.

You froze halfway through lighting up, the tiny flame flickering in your shaking hand. "Oh— uh. Yeah. Yeah, just— "

He raised an eyebrow, that small, knowing smile tugging at his mouth. "Just?"

You sighed, setting the lighter down and putting the joint behind your ear. "Just unwinding. It's been a long week."

He stepped inside, the faint scent of his cologne trailing with him. "You could've told me," he said, not judgmental, just his caring self. "I would've kept an eye on you."

"I don't need a babysitter," you muttered, but your voice came out a little softer than you meant to. Now pulling the joint back out from behind your ear to light it. He chuckled, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to you anyway.

"Trip sitter," he corrected. "Totally different thing."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop a small grin from forming. "You're not actually staying, are you?"

Ethan shrugged, leaning back on his hands. "Well, I wasn't planning to, but now I'm curious. Besides, someone's gotta make sure you don't start talking to the walls."

You laughed— half from nerves, half because his voice had that steady calm that always made you feel safer than you wanted to admit.

So, he stayed.

He didn't say much while you smoked, just sat nearby, scrolling on his phone, humming to himself occasionally. Eventually, the room softened around the edges. Your limbs felt heavy and warm, your thoughts slow but pleasant. The music playing in the background sounded deeper somehow, like every note was wrapping around you. You glanced over at Ethan. He was looking at you now, his phone forgotten in his lap.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

You blinked, "Floaty." You paused. "In a good way." He smiled, eyes gentle, "Good."

The affirmation hit you harder than you expected. It was probably the high, or maybe it was him. The way his voice seemed to anchor you. You lay back against the couch, closing your eyes and feeling the carpet under you. Feeling the world tilt, but in a soft, calm way. When you opened them again, he was closer. Not too close, but enough that you could see the freckles across his face in the low light.

"You're staring." he said, teasing, but his tone was warm.

You blinked again, and a laugh slipped out. "You're really pretty, you know that?"

He froze for a half second— then grinned, shaking his head. "Oh boy, there it is."

"What?" you asked, your words slower now, lazy.

"The 'you're really pretty' phase," he said, "Everyone hits it eventually."

You frowned, even though you were smiling. "No, I mean it. You're... you're actually kind of stupidly good-looking. In a nice way."

He laughed, soft but genuine, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're high as hell dude."

"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's true."

He gave you a look— feeling amusement and— something else at the same time. "You always this honest when you're high?"

You hesitated, heartbeat slowing and speeding up all at once. "Maybe not this honest."

He leaned back again, expression unreadable but not unkind. "Alright tell me something true, then."

You swallowed. The room suddenly felt too small, noticing the uncomfortable feeling of how dry your mouth was, "You sure?"

"Yeah."

You fiddled with the hem of your jacket's sleeve, trying to steady your breathing. Telling yourself to just fuck it. "Okay. Something true... hmm," You looked at him again. "I like you."

He blinked. "Like, like me?"

"Like like," you repeated, laughing at how dumb it sounded. "God that's so elementary school, I didn't mean to say that."

He was quiet for a long second - long enough that you started to regret even opening your mouth. Ethan tilted his head, "You didn't mean to say it, or you didn't mean it?"

You mouth opened, then closed again. "I — both? I mean, no. I meant it, I just..." You groaned, burying your face into your palms. "This is so embarrassing."

You felt his hand on your shoulder - steady and grounding. "Hey," he said gently. "Breathe."

You looked up, HIs expression wasn't teasing anymore. It was careful. Thoughtful. "You didn't mess anything up," he said, "You just said something honest, it happens to everyone eventually."

You tried to laugh, but it came out small. "You're taking this really well."

He smiled. "That's cause I've kind of been waiting for you to say it."

Your eyes widened slightly, sitting up straighter than before. "Wait— what?"

He shrugged, casual but not careless. "You think I hang around watching you zone out because I'm bored?"

You gaped at him and he laughed, his hand still resting on your shoulder. "Relax - you're okay."

"So— you like me, too?" You asked, voice slightly above a whisper, half confused.

"I do." he said proudly.

The words hung there between you, gentle and solid, not forced or rushed, only true. You let out a shaky breath, "I'm glad you stayed, then."

"I told you, someone's gotta watch out for you."

You leaned your head back against the couch, smiling into the quiet. He didn't move away— just sat there, his shoulder brushing against yours, the warmth of him sobering you up more than anything else could.

"Hey," you murmured after a while. "Can I tell you one more true thing?"

He turned to look at you. "Yeah?"

"You're even prettier up close," you said, giving him a soft smile. He rolled his eyes, laughing under his breath. "God, you're going to be insufferable when you sober up."

But he didn't move when you leaned a little closer.

He didn't have to.

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[rxacoon]

EFS, 3FS, plenty and cloakmepls as fnaf characters