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so we all know that princess strawberry au scarab by shuueep, right?
this fuck.
‘princess strawberry au scarab’ is too much to type to refer to just one character, so i call him something much more rational and quicker.
steven.
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“I am in the mood for a lovely romp.”
...is that...not what they’re doing
The Dublin McDonald's strike, 1979
Steven. | libcom.org | September 16th 2017
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A post-mortem of the 6 month strike by ITGWU members at Ireland's first two branches of McDonald's in Dublin by the Anarchist Workers Association.
These young workers have done the impossible, they have got a union into McDonald’s. They have given a lead to 150,000 other McDonald’s workers around the world.
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The Mental Patients Union, 1973
Steven. | libcom.org | March 21st 2017
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Historical information about the Mental Patients Union, formed in London in 1973 to oppose psychiatric oppression, written by Past Tense.
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“you didn’t have to do all this for me.” steven stopped just inside the doorway, keys dangling from his fingers, the weight of his cut still riding his shoulders like he hadn’t fully come home yet. his house felt wrong in the best way — it was too warm, too intentional. it smelled like something she’d cooked, not the usual mix of stale coffee, cigarettes, and whatever he dragged in from the garage. his first instinct was to deflect — to make a joke, tell her she shouldn’t get comfortable, remind her this wasn’t how things worked with him. he almost said it. the words pressed hard at the back of his throat, familiar and mean.
he could already see how this ended — with her realizing she’d mistaken rough edges for depth, with him watching the light leave her eyes and telling himself it was better that way. instead, he exhaled slowly and let his gaze settle on her, really settle, standing there on his dirty welcome mat like she belonged. his jaw tightened once before he shook his head, a quiet, disbelieving huff slipping out. no one ever crossed this line for him without a price attached. “you’re gonna get me used to this,” he said finally, voice low and rough around the edges, a half-smile tugging at his mouth like the thought unsettled him just as much as it tempted him. @hvneysvckled !
