TheRedThread

Allenbert trash, The man from U.N.C.L.E, Hannigram, Johnlock, Cherik, Sterek, Destiel, Merthur... well multifandom trash!

[gael-garcia]

Foragers (2022, Jumana Manna 🇵🇸)

Za’atar and akkoub are popular herbs in Palestinian culture and cuisine. In 1977, however, Ariel Sharon declared za’atar a ‘protected plant’, rendering its foraging, possession or trade a criminal offense. Akkoub suffered a similar fate when it was labelled protected in 2005. Those who pick za’atar and akkoub subsequently became lawbreakers and in many cases were indicted and convicted. The picking of za’atar and akkoub, nonetheless, continues while many regard it as an act of resistance. (src)

[occidentalist]

Just because zionism, like all ethnosupremacist settler-colonial ideologies, has an extreme far-right faction doesn’t mean that any manifestation of it is salvageable. All zionism is violent, predicated on violence, and sustained through violence. A lot of so-called ‘antizionists’ are actually just embarrassed liberal zionists who don’t want to be called what they are.

If your answer to “does Israel have a right to exist?” is literally anything but a no, you are definitionally a zionist.

[bambistjames]

non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

[qylinscafvne]

I've said it before but for newcomers, I will say it again. I fully stand with Palestine and Palestinians. If you're neutral, or you don't care, or you support Israel or you're "free everyone", unfollow me right now. This is not a political topic. Tons of innocent people dying is not a political topic.

Everyone's always saying that they're for making a change but I don't see any change in an account that doesn't stand for humanitarian crisis. Swifties, I'm sorry but y'all post millions of things about Taylor Swift's albums and various tours but can't be bothered to reblog posts about people dying.

1000 is a big number and we know that. Now imagine, 36050+ people dead, 15000+ are children, 80,643 injured, and 10,000 missing.

We all know what to do when genocides happen, it's in the history books. This is going to make it in history books. Stop being ignorant.

Free Palestine and all eyes on Rafah.

[tchaikovskaya]

[el-shab-hussein]

List of fundraisers for direct contacts from Ghazzah & Sudan

This is a list dedicated to compiling people I have direct contact with in Ghazzah & Sudan. All of these fundraisers have been personally verified from start to finish by me. You are free to share these with anyone you know. This is part of the following masterpost series. Feel free to consult all other links in the main navigation masterpost.

The ground invasions of Rafah and El Fashir worsen everyday. Please understand the urgency of this campaign.

Version date: May 22nd 2024.

Fadi & Shahed: 5,885 USD out of 62.5k

Sana'a & Sujood: 15,049 £ out of 50k

Mahmoud Qassas: 12,466$ out of 200k

Ezzideen Shehab: 11,075€ out of 32.5k.

Hussam Aburamadan: 17,657€ out of 148k.

Hamdi Hijazi: COMPLETE.

Suheir Hojok: 17,557 AUD out of 70k.

Madleen Abu Jayyab: 33,808$ out of 70k.

Hani Al-Hajjar: 2,536€ out of 50k.

Little Yusuf: 664€ out of 85k.

Nael Helles: 255$ out of 50k.

Alia's family: 516€ out of 30k.

Hala's family: 350 CAD out of 50k.

Mohammed Al Shaer: 150£ out of 50k

Mona Abu Hamda: COMPLETE. All further donations will help them in their new life in Egypt.

Sahar El Tibi: 15€ out of 30k.

Youssef Munir: 596£ out of 50k.

Muhammad Munir: 1,528£ out of 45k.

Amal & Ruba A.S.: 0€ out of 50k.

Awad's family: 10€ out of 25k.

Mahmoud Al Tibi: 1,512€ out of 60k.

Abdullah Haniyah: 175 USD out of 47k.

Alaa Jawad: 47$ out of 15k.

Ghada Banaat: 360€ out of 50k.

Fadia's family: 30 CAD out of 100k.

Eman Abdulrahman: 16,125$ out of 43k.

Mohammed's family: 0€ out of 30k.

Fatma Abughali: 85€ out of 27k.

Fahed Shehab: 0€ out of 50k.

Alaa Al Khateeb: 807£ out of 6k.

Mohammed Bardaweel: 50€ out of 37k.

Ahmad Shaaban: 0£ out of 40k.

Mohammad's family: 3.2k$ out of 14k.

Rana Abu Ghaben: 505$ out of 100k.

Ahmed Al Ostaz: 70€ out of 70k.

Tahani Shorbaje: 1,269$ out of 50k.

Omar's family: 45€ out of 20k.

Renad Majed Salim: 595£ out of 25k.

Ahmed Al Zaeem: 272$ out of 50k.

Hamza Hilles: 161€ out of 30k.

Bilaal Salah: 4,068€ out of 70k.

Mohamed Rafiq Abdo: 4,085$ out of 100k (22.5k needed for evacuation)

Amjad Almoghrabi: 225€ out of 25k.

Nadaa's family: 0$ out of 15k.

Mahmoud Balousha: 1,758€ out of 50k.

Amjad Sido: 80€ out of 30k.

Marah Salim: 735€ out of 55k.

Fatin Abu Hamda: 95$ out of 18k.

Sulaiman Thaher: 15$ out of 27.5k.

Anonymous individual: 25$ out of 50k.

Sharif family: 4k$ out of 150k.

Shymaa's family: 1.6k$ out of 50k.

Mahmoud Mousa: 121€ out of 10k.

Nedal's family: 10€ out of 33k.

Fadi Ayyad: 360$ out of 35k.

Mohamed Hamad: 1,985£ out of 50k.

Tahseen Tawfiq: 3,056€ out of 60k.

Ahmed Shaaban: 2,419€ out of 20k.

Basel Abu Ghaben: 0$ out of 105k.

Mahmoud Hamam: 2,742$ out of 10k.

Iman Eyad: 376£ out of 60k.

Maysara Shaqura: 28,491€ out of 45k. (Evacuated but needs treatment NOW)

Mahmoud Khalaf: 260€ out of 30k.

Bassam Shaqqoura: 80€ out of 35k.

Nasser Shoshaa: 0€ out of 30k.

Rania 'Ibra': 0£ out of 35k.

Sujoud's children: 0 out of 45k $.

Asmaa Bahloul (CW: photo of a shaheed, killed by the occupation): 0 out of 20k €.

Abeer Ibrahim (CW: photo of a shaheed): 350$ out of 70k.

Ahmed Abu Ghaly: 1,495€ out of 40k.

Dina Maliha: 6,247€ out of 32k.

Ahmed Abu Shammala: 0€ out of 100k.

Islam Dahleez: 3,209$ out of 20k.

Maha Ibrahim: 78$ out of 100.7k.

[violetsandshrikes]

to all my researchers, students and people in general who love learning: if you don't know this already, i'm about to give you a game changer

connectedpapers

the basic rundown is: you use the search bar to enter a topic, scientific paper name or DOI. the website then offers you a list of papers on the topic, and you choose the one you're looking for/most relevant one. from here, it makes a tree diagram of related papers that are clustered based on topic relatability and colour-coded by time they were produced!

for example: here i search "human B12"

i go ahead and choose the first paper, meaning my graph will be based around it and start from the topics of "b12 levels" and "fraility syndrome"

here is the graph output! you can scroll through all the papers included on the left, and clicking on each one shows you it's position on the chart + will pull up details on the paper on the right hand column (title, authors, citations, abstract/summary and links where the paper can be found)

you get a few free graphs a month before you have to sign up, and i think the free version gives you up to 5 a month. there are paid versions but it really depends how often you need to use this kinda thing.

[steddio]

Eddie finding Steve asleep sitting in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn in the microwave, while the party are playing D&D. Eddie gently waking him up, accidentally letting some of his endearment show when he calls him angel and tells him to go get some sleep, that Eddie got it from here.

(I wrote a short little ficlet for this, I hope that's ok!)

“Alright! Enough!” Eddie tries and fails to be heard over the ruckus of seven teenagers each trying to get out of doing a task.

“Shut up!!!” he finally gets out at a register that demands attention. He is the DM after all, and a part of him preens at the way their startled, open-mouthed faces all turn toward him expectantly.

“I, your benevolent leader, will go refill the snacks,” he offers magnanimously. “While you all,” and this he punctuates with a sweeping gesture, “figure out how you’re going to get out of this dungeon without attracting the attention of Ezrog the Goblin King.”

There’s a new round of squabbling at that, Mike and Dustin convinced that they should take the west stairwell (a trap) while Gareth and Lucas arguing that they should swim out through the underground river (a good idea, Eddie begrudgingly admits).

He grabs the candy wrappers and empty soda cans within his reach and ascends the stairs from the Wheelers’ basement. He follows the scent of popcorn and a profoundly irritating beeping noise to the kitchen where he finds Steve perched on a barstool, slumped over the kitchen counter, fast asleep.

Eddie suddenly feels breathless. He’s never seen Steve so peaceful, so vulnerable. His hair is sticking up at all angles, he’s snoring slightly, and is that— it certainly is, there’s a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth. The permanent furrow between his brows is relaxed in sleep, although the dark circles under his eyes are still noticeable. Eddie knows Steve hasn’t been sleeping well. None of them have, still unable to feel truly safe.

Eddie tiptoes around Steve, careful not to wake him, and finds a cooling bag of popcorn in the microwave. Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t even heard Steve arrive, but here he is preparing snacks, taking care of them like always.

As quietly as possible, he takes the popcorn out of the microwave to stop that infernal beeping (how Steve is able to sleep through it is beyond him) and pours the popcorn into a bowl, grabs a few other things from the cabinet, and organizes them on the counter. He leans over toward Steve, as close as he dares, fingers ghosting over Steve’s hair, his cheek, admiring his long lashes and the freckles that dust his skin. He settles for gently grasping Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, wake up,” he whispers. Steve mumbles something and then buries his face in the crook of his arm. Eddie can’t stop himself from reaching out and touching Steve’s hair, his heart bursting with fondness.

“Angel, you can’t sleep here, you’ll hurt your back,” he whispers slightly louder. Immediately he realizes what he let slip and waits, frozen, for Steve’s reaction. But Steve just grunts, and doesn’t move.

“Steve, man, c’mon,” Eddie tries again, and this time Steve lifts his head and looks at Eddie blearily.

“Wha-“ he gets out, looking adorably confused.

“You fell asleep in the kitchen,” Eddie can’t help but smile. “Come on, let’s get you over to the couch. You can nap there. The heathens and I still have quite a bit longer in the campaign, plenty of time for you to get some rest.”

Eddie helps (well, more like manhandles) Steve over to the living room couch, thrilling at the way Steve’s body is pressed to his side, loose-limbed and uncareful. Steve drops to the couch and is immediately asleep again, sprawled on his back, looking every bit the teenager he is. Eddie forgets that Steve is only 19, with how much he’s seen and done. But here, at rest, he is young, pure, holy. Eddie’s savior in more ways than one. He grabs a blanket off the armchair and spreads it over Steve, tucking it in on the sides. Stoops down in a semblance of a forehead kiss, just breathing in the scent of Steve’s hair, relishing a stolen moment of closeness.

“Sleep tight, angel.”

-

Three days later, Eddie finds himself in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, bickering, as usual, about music. He finds a sick sense of joy in being able to go toe-to-toe against Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, even if it’s about something innocuous, like the merits (or complete lack thereof) of Steve’s favorite band.

“Listen, Harrington, listen!” Eddie is getting into it now, feeling himself metaphorically jumping on top of his cafeteria table pedestal. “Wham! is the devil’s music! It’s demonic, only hellspawn can listen to that shit without their ears bleeding.”

Steve glares at him for a brief moment, before his expression fades into a cocky smirk. “Hellspawn?” He meets Eddie’s eyes. “I thought I was an angel.”

[the-redthread]

Listen, I just took a break from work to read this because there’s no chance in hell I’m waiting another goddamn minute to see how you turned my brain rot and flailing into beauty and softness. Nothing else matters right now!

[piratefishmama]

God. I just wanna know what Dustin could’ve told the Hellfire boys about Steve ya know. Like how could he have talked their ears off about him being a badass without bringing up his upside down related heroics? I mean did he tell them that Steve Harrington repeatedly saved his life but that he couldn’t go into details because it was classified information? Did they all roll their eyes at his obvious dramatics and overflowing imagination and tried to humor him?? And now Eddie tries to recall everything Dustin had said, everything he had dismissed and takes a moment to really understand the implications.

Eddie Munson would love to be able to say that he’d believe just about anything. He was an open minded kind of guy, nerdy, loved the fantasy genre, believed in aliens because it made sense for aliens to exist since the universe was just so infinitely big, and it’d be just so very stupid to think that Earth was the only little marble to hold sentient life among it all.

Believed in big foot purely because it’d be fucking hilarious if the guy actually existed but was just like. A really big hairy nudist that liked to terrorize locals. He’d seen a few bears in his time, not the grizzly kind either.

He loved his cryptids, Nessie and all her lake lookalikes was one of his favourites, just this really big water dinosaur thing that was actually probably just a whales dick breaching the water in all those photos, but whatever. It was funny to believe that it could be, even if his belief stemmed mostly from the idea that he could loudly declare with his whole chest that he believed in them to watch gleefully as people tried to convince him they weren’t real.

Harmless mischief really.

He would love to be able to say he believed just about anything.

Anything, he’d believe anything, anything except for whatever the fuck his new little sheep kept spouting about one infamous Steve “The Hair” Harrington after Eddie made the foolish mistake of innocently asking why Steve Harrington’s unmistakable Beemer was parked outside on the curb a little too loudly, mostly to himself.

“He drives us home.” Mike had answered the rhetorical question as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder, offering no further explanation.

“He does what now?” Eddie had to press for more, then it was Dustin who did the oversharing. And it was Dustin who never stopped sharing.

It was like he’d opened pandoras goddamn box only instead of all the worlds suffering it only contained Dustin’s endless gushing stream of stories that the others just politely ignored since Dustin only ever aimed them at him. So yeah, the analogy fit, it was still mostly suffering.

Steve took on a whole pack of wild ravenous dogs to protect them once, not demon dogs, Dustin was careful with that, but dogs that cornered them in the junkyard while Dustin had been trying to find the one that ate his poor cat for some such reason or another.

He’d embellished a little of course, the dogs totally had rabies, Steve was basically a hero who put his life on the line to protect them all. Eddie just scoffed in disbelief, as if Steve would risk putting a single hair atop his glorious head in danger, no sir.

Not even for a bunch of kids.

Then there was the Billy thing, may the douchecanoe rest in peace, Lucas even piped up there, mentioned that Steve had gotten his ass handed to him sure, but it was entirely to keep Billy away from him. Steve had put himself between monsters and those kids multiple times that night. Eddie could… sort of believe that one.

Steve was a douchebag sure, but he had turned up around that time with a real fucked up face like he’d gone toe to toe with a brick wall a few times and nobody really knew why.

The Steve had won a fight against a Russian soldier story was a fun one. Dustin wouldn’t elaborate on that one, said it was hush hush, it’d just kind of come out that one while Dustin was adamantly declaring Steve’s badassery, much to Eddie’s own adamant disbelief, but Dustin had quickly changed the subject anyway, not that Eddie was going to pry for more information on a made up story.

Usually he’d love to watch a lie spiral out of control until the edges inevitably frayed and it all fell apart.

But listening to one of his favourite little sheep go on and on and on and on about Steeeeeeeve Harrington, about how badass he was, about how cool he was, about how he looked after them, about how he took them to the arcade, and kept them safe from all kinds of dumb shit, about how he gave him advice that got him his girlfriend (Eddie hadn’t believed she was real at first either until Mike and Lucas had in unison piped up that actually, she was.) that Steve had been cool enough to drive him to the snowball and help him get ready, that he was basically like a big brother he didn’t know he’d needed, or an extra mother.

It was exhausting, and annoying as shit listening to him try and convince him to talk to Steve, get to know him, maybe make friends because “you’d both get along so well! I’m telling you I’m RIGHT about this, trust me! Why does nobody ever trust me? You trust me right?”

"Pfft, sure thing, shrimp." Nope.

Whatever, it wasn’t like he’d ever have to talk to Steve.

Until he does. Until he sees a sweaty, damp, dirty, and bleeding Steve "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" Harrington bite a demon bats tentacle tail off. Until he sees him splat that same bat into the floor over and over again until it's brains are nothing but a smear, and then watches as that same bat is then torn in half by pure brute strength and wow all those conversations come rushing back to Eddie like a tidal wave all at once that he can only look upon in somewhat flush-faced awe because,

"Holy shit. You really are a badass." Stupid Dustin, always right about shit.

[piratefishmama]

Loving all the established steddie doing crime, it’s adorable and exhilarating, the whole Bonnie and Clyde vibe is chef kiss but imagine Steve and Eddie in high school being perfect strangers except for their drug transactions and one day Steve materializes in front of Eddie, anxious as fuck, telling him that he put his joints in his gym pants and forgot them in the boys’ lockers. Therefore him, the entire basket ball team and Eddie himself are fucked because the lockers are thoroughly searched once a month and well, it’s that time of the month. Steve can’t have his parents know about this and is starting to feel the tell tale signs of a panic attack taking hold of him. And he would never snitch about his dealer but he doesn’t know if his team mates would hold their piece if interrogated about the source of the drugs. God knows they will turn on Steve and pin everything on him the second they get the chance.

Eddie’s silently listening to him, eyes thoughtful, then is like “We’ll go get your stash then. In and out, Harrington, should be easy enough.” and promptly drags Steve with him to be the lookout, deftly breaks into the lockers room, retrieves the pair of pants holding the incriminating items, tosses them at Steve’s head and they run like hell -pants in hand- the moment they hear someone opening the door to the coach’s office. They’re full of manic laugher, breathing hard from their run and beaming at each other like they’re lifelong friends.

After that Steve keeps coming up with reasons to do crime so he can hang out with Eddie again.

and at first Eddie can be a little suspicious, because surely Harrington must be out to get him collared by the law or something right? maybe his douchebag friends set him up with the task of setting up the freak. which y'know, wouldnt really make sense cause he's the only safe dealer in Hawkins.

his prices sometimes arent fair (the asshole tax is a pain so people are usually nice to him for the weeks leading up to parties) but his shit is never cut or laced with anything bad, nobody ever has any nasty surprises when they partake and if he lingers around after the purchase they know they're safe cause he never partakes and he always knows what to do if or when someone OD's so getting him nabbed by the law seems very counterproductive.

But Steve is just. There. With an abundance of hairbrained schemes and miscellaneous mischiefs, stupid shenanigans, and Eddie is very easily pursuaded into shenanigans, just the word shenanigan is enough to get Eddie riled into a excitable ball of mad adhd driven energy.

but Steve never gets them caught, never leaves him hanging, even hauls his ass up onto the roof when flashlights aimed down alley ways that would have for sure caught him hiding behind a dumpster eventually with all that manly jock strength, before laying spread eagle on the rooftop grinning into the night air as if he's high on just life alone and yeah thats pretty hot but what is his deal and why does Eddie want to never let it go?

when will Steve get bored of him? Will steve get bored of him? the questions are torture so Eddie just keeps deciding to let it go until the next time, and keeps doing that until they find themselves on a back road after an honest to gods heist™ making out in the back seat full of horny adrenaline and Eddie will never let him go.

[piratefishmama]

Steve and Eddie partners in crime. The crimes themselves are like for completely adorable reasons but they ask for the other’s help and it’s always fun and thrilling and they cackle like mad men.

they're just silly boys doing silly crimes that dont actually hurt anyone and they kiss afterwards while giggling in the get away car cause they did a silly crime and it was fun.

best part would be Hopper just turning up at Steve's house like. "you really think someone would see that head of hair and not recognise you? Did you even think to wear a hat?" all arms crossed over his chest and judgy.

and Steve just, "who wants hat hair? Not this guy."

While Eddie is giggling in the corner as he adds on "A hat, on that hair? Blasphemy Chief, that's blasphemy."

[bramble-berries]

when we were 21 the husband and I stole a giant wooden sign from a state park marina and drove back holding it to the top of my Corolla with our arms out the windows at 2 in the morning and I can absolutely see Steddie doing this

[piratefishmama]

I once stole a flag from a golf course during the day and i can absolutely see them doing that too.

[the-redthread]

In 2018, I broke into the lil aquarium in Dubai mall after hours, because my niece wanted to see the stingrays so bad! and it took us all day to get there so we were too late but I just couldn’t bear her sad lil eyes y’now? So I took her hand and we hopped the barriers roamed the empty aquarium, got to see all the cool shit and I snapped a selfie of us with those beautiful fucking stingrays before we got caught and I had to bullshit my way out of it lmao. The memory is so worth the embarrassment.. plus I got the cool selfie to remember our crime!!

[princess-josephina]

My dashboard be like "this is Eddie and his boyfriend Steve, and this is Steve and his boyfriend Bucky, and this is Buck and his boyfriend Eddie, and this is Ed and his boyfriend Stede"

[the-redthread]

Netflix Wednesday was fun and all but good god The bastard son & the devil himself is on a whole other level

[afishlearningpoetry]

The Exorcist 1.01 - Marcus and Tomas meet set to James Ray’s A Miracle. [Their second meeting, Why You Do Me Wrong] [Their bar scene, Love Coming On Strong] [Their driving scene, Walkin’ After Midnight/Too Late For Tears]

I've never believed in miracles / Oh, but now I do / Because of you

You descended through those heavenly doors /  I was blessed to find a love such as yours / It was a miracle / A miracle / Heaven created a miracle

And sent you down for me to love /  It was a miracle / A miracle / Heaven created a miracle / And sent you down...

[gruntsandpoetry]

Do you ever just think about Marcus Keane in a comfy oversized gray sweater holding a mug of tea with both hands, streams of early morning sunlight filterings through the stained motel window, quietly bathing his buzzcut and eyelashes in gold ? Now imagine Tomas waking up to that sight.

[aubreysmaturin]

Marcus being flirted at  ( ´・‿-)~♡

[tortegas]

when the soundtrack ships it more than you do