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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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A few months ago, I ordered some Viscose fibers in the prettiest rusty, coppery colour

And while it's a hassle to spin, the plying works amazingly and the result is so pretty!!!

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listen. white people. LISTEN to me. if a person of color yells you that you did or said something racist the appropriate response is to go "oh shit, sorry" and maybe MAYBE a follow up of "can you elaborate" if you dont understand why and thats. IT. we do not need elaborate prose about how sorry you are or how grateful you are for us telling you or how youre working on unlearning it or whatever. JUST SAY SORRY AND DONT DO IT AGAIN THATS IT ❤️

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And the 5th of February

I usually view February as having no holidays and it’s always a surprise to remember that to many many people, February is one of the most holiday-filled months, containing both Valentines Day and Football Day

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You've gotta love Jews more than you hate Nazis.

You've gotta love trans folks more than you hate TERFs.

You've gotta love your unhoused neighbors more than you hate the billionaires.

You've gotta love immigrants more than you hate ICE.

You've gotta love queer kids more than you hate christian fundamentalists.

You've gotta love fat people more than you hate the diet industry.

You've gotta love disabled people more than you hate the insurance companies.

You've gotta love your fellow humans more than you hate the worst that humanity has to offer. You don't have to like every person you're fighting for, and you sure as hell don't have to give up your righteous anger, but hate is ultimately corrosive.

You've gotta love.

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what a beautiful day to remember that trans people of color exist and deserve better

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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never, ever, stop fighting back

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it's always either "roman aesthetic" or "greek aesthetic" or "medieval aesthetic" there's NO appreciation for Byzantine era fashion or architecture. fuck you.

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huge fan of how whenever you try to address that the trend of black characters consistently being seen as less attractive and interesting due to traits that people famously laud white characters over is a systemic occurrence and even if you don't realize this about yourself it's important to recognize the pattern there will always without fail be at least 30 different chucklefucks going "so true i just didn't like him because i like this white character more but you're so right 🥰" it's awesome actually

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maybe its because im an asylum seeker but i am of the opinion that even if immigrants and asylum seekers contributed nothing to a nation that nation should not have the right to deport them.

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Deserted In Urban (@desertedinurban)-We gonna have up to sonic movie 7 🥷🏽💨

Credit: Deserted In Urban (@desertedinurban)

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What to do if you find yourself homless- written by someone who has actually been homeless

Most important: Spend the money you have on a motel. Churches probably will not actually help and shelters can be dangerous or turn you away. At a motel you have free breakfast, access to running water, and a lockable place to sleep. Do not waste money on a gym membership like the popular version of this post says to do, YMCA memberships are like $40.

2. Contact family and friends. Now is not the time to worry about being a burden. Your survival and safety comes first and that is all that matters, anyone worth having in your life will agree.

3. Start a gofundme. Even if someone can’t offer you a place to stay, they might be willing to toss out $5 so you can eat today.

4. Libraries have free wifi. Apply to any and all jobs you can think of if you aren’t already working.

5. Any home is a good home. Even if it’s a dingy apartment in a bad neighborhood. If its cheap and you can afford it, snatch it up. 

6. Pancake mix and peanut butter are filling, cheap, and last a long time.

PLEASE SHARE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

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The fire in the circle of stones crackled in the night.

Then — because the battle was done, because they had been travelling together for months, and because this might be their last conversation — the fighter said, “Can I ask a personal question?”

The wizard stopped writing in her notebook mid-scribble. “Uh,” she said. And — possibly because the battle was done, and because they had travelled together for months, and because this might be their last conversation — she answered, “Possibly?”

“How do you do that?”

“How do I do what?”

“That. The thing you do when you talk without moving your lips.”

“…Oh.” The wizard closed her notebook.

“Because I know it’s not telepathy,” the fighter went on. “Telepathy goes straight to the brain. You don’t hear it with your ears.”

“Right.”

“And I didn’t want to question it, because we were busy and there were more important things going on.”

“Of course.”

“But—” The fighter waved her arms vaguely to sum up the past few months. “And now that everything’s kind of settled down, I just — I have to know how you do it.”

The wizard nodded.

“So if it’s not telepathy, is it some kind of — I don’t know, sound magic? Do you manipulate the vibrations in the air? Is it something like that?”

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s—”

The wizard pursed her lips. Then she reached up and pulled the corner of her hood open.

A tiny, black-feathered face poked out from between her curls.

“Uh,” said the fighter.

“This is Raspberry,” said the chickadee in the wizard’s voice. “She’s my — I guess you could call her my speaking-aid familiar.”

“Oh,” said the fighter. “Oh!” she said when her brain caught up with her. “Sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s fine,” said the chickadee — said the wizard. “I try not to let people know.”

“Well — thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The chickadee wriggled back into the shade of the wizard’s hood. The wizard turned back to her notebook.

The logs in the fire shifted with a soft, crunching noise. Sparks whorled up in a spiral.

“Sorry — can you cast spells if it’s technically someone else speaking for you?”

“It’s my words, isn’t it?” said the wizard.

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Egg on the head

So, this is inspired by me watching Movie 26 and the fact that when he is Furuya Rei, instead of a persona, he constantly behaves like a L'Oréal model xD

Also watching to many Reddit videos ^^°

This is also in the same story-verse as “Comfort in the rain” and I'm playing with the idea of just writing short One Shots out of order, cause a full story is kinda daunting xD

Maybe the collection needs a name, tho...

Anyway, onto the story:

I was cleaning the flat and putting away all my crafting supplies, since Rei and Haro would be over soon. It had been a while since Amuro Tooru disappeared, only for Rei to show up and introducing himself to Azusa and everyone he knew from the café. And to me.

I wasn't sure what to feel at first, but we kinda had an afternoon, where everyone, Azusa, Ran and other assorted acquaintances sat at a table and worked through it. After all, he had been undercover and for a good reason, so we tried to go from there.

While he wasn't completely different, Rei was... certainly distinguishable from his Amuro persona.

He tended to be more brash, open about his opinion in a heated manner and VAIN. My lord, but he knew his looks and he knew he was cool!

Funnily enough, though, once he was himself and dropped the customer service act, I really started to like him more.

Hours on skin and hair care routines and all.

After I finished making the flat puppy safe and just freshening up a bit, I thought I would quickly make my way to the corner store and buy some treats for us, maybe some nice dinner, a tasty juice, stuff like that.

This wasn't our first date, or the first time Rei came over, but he'd been on a longer case and we hadn't had much time to ourselves, lately.

I grabbed some things that looked appealing, until I came to the fresh cuts of fish in the cooler area. A nice big piece of salmon was tempting me, especially since it was on sale and I seemed lucky enough to get the last package. I put it in my basket and walked about a meter away, when I heard a shrill voice calling out:

“Excuse me?!”

I turned back to the cooler and an older woman, who looked well dressed, with a sour expression, stood at the empty sales area.

“Yes?”

“You took the last salmon, right? Give it to me, I need it for dinner!”

I was taken aback by the rude demeanour and looked into the basket and back to her.

“I'm sorry, but I came first and I want this as a dinner for my partner.”

I didn't know how to end this further in any kind of polite farewell, so I bowed and turned around, ready to go to the check- out.

The woman grunted and began to follow me, muttering under her breath and then spoke to me:

“Really, young people today! I want this fish and you should give it to me and stop being so rude! Have some respect and just look for some cheap cuts, like you should!”

Astonished by her behaviour, I just stood there, not sure how to respond, when I heard someone come up behind me, putting his arm around my waist.

A few seconds before he moved into my space, a small white ball of fluff had sprung up my legs to be greeted, so I knew it was Rei, I smiled down at Haro and cooed:

“Hi, baby, how was your day?”

I didn't feel comfortable, dealing with the shrieking lady, so I was quite happy to occupy myself with the dog, glad that I had texted Rei my plans of getting groceries. (Even tho this was another timely safe, did he have a sixth sense for needing to rescue people?!)

He huffed and said under his breath:

“I can deal with her. Are you okay?”

I nodded and he stepped up, but he didn't take two steps, before she started to berate him.

“Who are you, now? Another disrespectful hooligan, trying to make my day worse?!”

He took a deep breath, put on a calm demeanour and tried to placate the woman.

“Ma'am, please lower your voice and let's talk about this situation calmly.”

The customer eyed him up and down and huffed:

“This situation can be solved by giving me the salmon that is rightfully mine, so hand it over!”

Rei's expression turned stony and he shrugged his shoulders.

“My partner was first and got the last piece, you have no right to it and we are going to leave now, I hope that you can be reasonable!”

He turned to me and Haro, his back to the hag, who grabbed something in her basket and before I could warn him, she chucked and hit him in the back of his head with something going 'splat'.

As it dripped down, I hysterically giggled:

“Did she just throw an egg at you?!”

Looking up and seeing the look of pure murder on his face, turning around to glare at his assailant, giving me an excellent view of his blond hair, sticky with egg and shell, I couldn't suppress the helpless laughter at the absurdity of this situation.

The local Police was called, the woman arrested and Rei was sulking the whole time and way home.

Grinning at this toddler-age behaving man, I kissed him on the cheek and promised:

“When we're home, Ill help my hero clean up, yeah?”

He tried to stay grumpy, but grinned at me.

In the end we spend over an hour, Rei relaxing in the tub, me washing his hair and just glad that he was back, with more time for us.

And without egg all over him.