#<- for my buddie moots and followers sake

[forchimneyandforyou]

drives me crazy how they keep saying we cant take eddie saying hes straight at face value when at the same time they try to take tommy saying as much as he wants to be hes not bucks last, and him scoffing when buck says eddies straight. these arent the same thing.

eddie is talking about himself. he has the most authority to talk about himself. he knows who he is.

tommy is talking about buck. and tommy keeps trying to attribute shit to buck when he does not have the authority to talk on it. hes not buck, he doesnt get to decide who is bucks last. tommy can decide for himself sure but he cant decide for buck.

and honestly, i dont think some people have ever had an argument where one side is on the defence and the other is on the offence. tommy isnt scoffing that buck says eddie is straight cuz he secretly thinks eddies gay. that has nothing to do with the situation, tommy doesnt give a fuck what eddie is. he cares how buck feels. and instead of saying "i dont feel anything like that for eddie." buck says eddies straight immediately as his defence, leaving room for tommy to think buck might have one-sided feelings which is what tommy is insecure about. and we know buck doesnt cuz later on this man tells maddie he doesnt feel anything like that for eddie.

which is what he should have told tommy instead of breaking the poor guys heart with the most batshit sentence i have ever heard. this whole conversation between these two is the biggest example of a miscommunication trope ive seen in a while.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

please publish this because you guys are speculating on the personal life of someone you dont know. yes, this is marekanite. its a sideblog so i can absolutely still see all of this going down.

a. bunnyhopped is not abusive. i literally played along with a joke about all men dying because it isnt that serious to me. throwing around accusations is insanely harmful. please stop this. the joke was not that fucking deep.

b. i made the post on a fucking sideblog with 6 followers and peoples responses were to be transphobic. it was in the transandrophobia tag for organization sake on my blog and i took it out following the explosion. meanwhile you actually have a follower base.

c. you talking to trans men doesnt mean you can talk over me. like im sorry but this is exactly like a white person saying "i have native friends so i know everything about rez life." my post was my thoughts.

d. im suicidal because my life is fucked and my ex put me thousands into debt amongst other things. it has nothing to do with being trans. i love being trans. i cannot believe you people are speculating on why someone you dont know is fucking suicidal.

this got out of hand. it is not that fucking deep. like. the most important thing here is i am begging you guys to stop accusing my partner of abuse when nothing happened. this is ridiculous. i dont care about anyone pegging me as a transandrophobe for my thoughts based on my experiences as a trans man, but dont fucking lie about my partner.

Not gonna bother responding to this because I've seen the shit that either you or one of your buddies sent a moot of mine on Anon. It was disgusting, and incredibly transphobic. You don't deserve a response.

But I'll publish it anyways just so people can hear your side and judge accordingly.

[merigreenleaf]

AU Tuesday - “Stuck With You” Part 8

(Next week we'll return to the regularly scheduled platonic shenanigans of the dorks, but Etri wouldn't let me take away his canon crush on Adair, so, well... here's some romantic fluff in a story I didn't intend to have any fluff lol. The prompt I’m using is "A [platonic] soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do." The events are all [or mostly] canon to the series; the only real change are the soul-marks. These can really be read in any order because each part pretty much stands on its own. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9.)

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Harsh light far more dazzling than daylight prevented Etri from seeing anything but Blythe and the six wooden targets lined up across the stage. This was intentional; Sol knew his fears and lit the stage lamps as blazingly bright as he could. With the audience out of sight, Etri could convince himself that this was merely another knife juggling practice with Blythe, one such as he shared in solitude with her each day. Performance never failed to set him on edge despite the presence of one who meant so much and the aid of the stage itself. In addition to the lamps, auditory weaving built into every stage prevented audience distraction by muffling their voices. While sound could pass through the intangible barrier, it became muted, making it nearly impossible to pick out individual voices unless they, too, were on stage. Etri would forever appreciate a country where weaving was so readily available.

It did, however, have its disadvantages. When one of the troupe’s acrobats hoisted herself up onto the stage and passed through the barrier, her sudden shout of Blythe’s name came without warning. As Blythe turned her head, Etri lunged with his own weaving at the knives he had tossed. The shadow caught them just as they reached her. He held his breath until the blades safely passed through Blythe and into the target behind where she stood. It was unlikely the audience would notice the split second of intangibility and would assume he had intentionally thrown the knives around her instead of to her for her to catch and throw back. It was always a risk to use his weaving in public, but the safety of Blythe mattered above all else. She was his soulmate and his best friend, and he would do anything in his power to protect her, up to and including telling off the girl for disobeying troupe rules and putting Blythe into unnecessary danger.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves at the thought of confrontation, only to have his heartbeat speed up when the acrobat spoke to Blythe. “Come quick! Your roommate’s sick and Wysta wants you!”

Logic would have dictated remaining behind for further information. Logic, however, was irrelevant when the situation involved Adair. His condition must be serious if Wysta deemed it important enough to send someone to interrupt their performance in such a dangerous and urgent manner. Despite the message intended for Blythe, Etri dashed through the carnival and then the performers’ camp at her heels. Adair had been in perfect health when they’d left him with Sol, so perhaps one of Sol’s inventions backfired and caused him harm. If this were the case, surely the message would have stated an injury and not an illness...

If it was an illness, it was one entirely unfamiliar and, at least at first glance, not dire. Adair sat next to Sol on one of the cots in the lead healer’s wagon and it was Sol’s reaction, not Adair’s, that first belied the normality of the scene. He clutched the hand of his friend so tightly he hid from view the rainbow mark designating Adair as a soulmate. However, it was Adair’s complete lack of reaction to Sol’s painful grasp, Blythe’s touch to his forehead, or Wysta's repeated attempts at calling his name that concerned Etri most. Adair had proven himself much like Sol in that sitting still for any length of time should be an impossibility, yet here he was, still as a statue or one of Sol's garbage sculptures. His soft brown eyes, usually so warm and amiable, failed to notice the presence of his friends or their concern. Despite all effort to gain his attention, he continued to stare vacantly at the wall across the wagon. 

Blythe grabbed Sol by the front of his shirt and yanked him off the bed. “What happened to him?”

Sol released Adair's hand so he could free himself from her grip. Adair's hand and arm hovered in the air for several seconds before slowly lowering to rest on the bed. “I don't know! We were just playing cards and I got bored and so we went to find you guys and then he started doing this thing where he just stares. I had to carry him here and it’s like he doesn’t see me. Why doesn’t he see me? Is he mad at me? I was trying to let him win because he didn’t know how to play the game and I wanted to teach him but I’m not very good at teaching and do you think he’s mad because I was cheating for him? Should I-”

“Solei, please sit over there so Blythe and I may work.” Wysta’s bracelets jingled when she pointed to the cot against the far wall. “I said you may be contagious and you disobeyed my instructions to stay at home.”

Sol's lower lip and voice both trembled. “Did I hurt him? I didn’t mean to hurt him! He’s my buddy and my important and I never want to hurt him!”

Blythe looped an arm around his waist and led him over to the corner cot. “I know you don’t. Please sit down so we can figure this out, okay?”

With a sniffle and a nod, Sol listened. After Blythe and Wysta finished checking over Adair and had began to theorize about the potential cause of his condition, Etri took Sol’s vacated spot on the bed. He wished to take Adair’s hand as Sol had done, to reassure himself that Adair remained flesh and blood, and it was an effort of will to keep his hands firmly locked together on his lap. It would be improper to allow himself to touch someone he had known only a few days.

To avoid the temptation of contact, Etri stared down at his own hands and the half-changed marks representing Blythe and Sol. On both hands the shifting rainbow granted by his two discovered soulmates intermixed with the original black stain indicating a soulmate yet to be discovered. Now, as often happened when his attention was drawn to his hands, he found himself questioning his decision to hold onto old traditions. He could instead touch as freely as Sol and discard the last few customs as his brother had done. It was always the fear of being found unwelcome, of the other person recoiling away, that kept this decision alive. It was possible Adair would not mind and that a few days of friendship no longer meant impropriety, yet Etri would not try this now, not when Adair could not respond with either consent or disapproval.

When the healers' conversation turned into an interrogation of Sol, Etri closed his eyes to attempt to shut it out. Raised voices, even when not directed at him, left him unsettled and with his stomach in knots. He breathed in deeply once, twice. They were not angry at Sol, nor would anyone confront Etri himself. He would remain here for the sake of Adair. Adair was his… yes, Adair was his friend and he would not allow discomfort to chase him away. Caught inside his own head, it took Etri a few moments to realize that the bed had shaken. The healers were across the room with Sol, which meant… Etri’s eyes flew open in time to see Adair pass through the doorway. No one else noticed; still they argued only a few feet away. A choice between delaying to get Blythe’s attention and following Adair to be sure of his health was not a choice. The safety of Adair could never be a choice. He left one of his knives on the bed to alert Blythe that he was with Adair, then sprinted after him.

Etri need not have hurried because Adair was in no hurry. He walked as though his legs were weighted, with slow steps heading for- “Atair! Watch out!”

Adair swerved just in time to miss walking face-first into the neighboring wagon. Etri’s hope that his warning had been heeded was crushed when Adair continued his slow, steady trudge westward with no reaction to the presence of Etri or anything smaller than a house. If Adair would not respond, perhaps his destination would grant an answer as to why he walked in a daze. With this thought in mind, Etri stayed near Adair when he left the camp and entered the city. Adair had no more narrow misses with walls, but the same could not be said for people. Adair paid them no more heed than he had Etri, which resulted in collisions with anyone who blocked his path. The strange looks they received did nothing to ease Etri’s earlier apprehension and his apologies quickly became short, anxious mutterings directed more to the ground than to the victims of Adair’s inattentiveness.

He turned away from apologizing to the shoes of yet another stranger to find Adair no longer in sight. In a sea of taller people, Adair was a head of dark hair among many. It was only the flash of his familiar blue shirt that caught Etri’s eye in time to prevent disaster. As Adair started his oblivious shamble across the street, Etri grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him out of harm’s way. He ignored the rude gestures and shouts and deposited Adair back on the sidewalk, only to have him step off the curb again. Etri’s worry about touch was rendered moot. Again he caught Adair by the waist and carried him away from the street.

Once out of the flow of pedestrians, Etri set Adair down in the doorstep alcove of a shop closed for the night. Having learned better than to let go, he rested his hands on Adair’s shoulders. Adair attempted to continue his blunderous trek until he found himself stopped by Etri, yet still he tried to walk forward. Etri had no desire to hurt him, so instead of tightening his hold, he leaned down until he was eye level with his friend. Was it purely hope causing him to see what there was not, or was there a little more spark of life in Adair’s eyes? They seemed a little more focused, although not enough for Etri to believe that Adair was aware of him. A passing snide comment about getting a room made Etri step away, but he gritted his teeth through the worry that they were being watched and returned his hands to Adair’s shoulders. Softly he spoke Adair’s name.

All remained as it was until Adair blinked a few times, slowly, but in much more rapid succession than his previous stare. His hand came up to rest against Etri’s chest. Etri fought the urge to check that they were not being watched and spoke his name again.

This time it was enough. Adair’s eyes came into focus, then darted around as he took in their surroundings. He clutched the front of Etri’s coat with a hand that trembled slightly. “Etch? What happened? Where are we?”

Etri brushed Adair’s shoulders with his thumbs in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “You are safe. You were unresponsive and Blythe and Wysta could not discern why. You then walked into the city as though in a daze. Are you now well?”

“Yeah… At least, I think…” A frown came over Adair’s face and he tipped his head backwards until it tapped the wall behind him. “I did that sleepwalking thing again, didn’t I? That’s how I got to the carnival in the first place.”

“You have done this before?” Etri let his one hand fall from Adair’s shoulder and brought the other to rest between Adair’s head and the wall. The last thing Blythe would want would be Adair bringing harm to himself. While the building stones were not traffic, Etri wished to take no chances.

Adair smiled sheepishly and stood straight, releasing Etri’s coat and lowering his arm. “Yeah. It’s my map doing it. It’s over… there. Yeah, that way. I gotta go get it while I can still feel where it is. I think it wants me to find it.”

As much as Adair’s stolen art held importance to him, it must not be allowed to let him act so rashly. “I believe first you should see Blythe. You nearly walked into traffic and I wish her to determine that you are truly well before you seek that which you lost.”

“I did what?”

It seemed that Adair had no memory of what occurred while he was in a weaving-induced trance. This was all the more reason to return him to the healers. “You were unaware of your surroundings. I brought you here so you would not be harmed.”

Adair bumped his head against the wall, this time with more vigor. “This is so dumb. I’m so dumb. If I didn’t let it get stolen, this wouldn’t be happening.”

Again Etri placed his hand between Adair and the wall. “Please stop this. You must not come to harm now that you are awake.”

“I’m not going to hurt myself.” To Etri’s relief, though, Adair stopped. A moment later Adair took his hand and held it between them. “Etch! When did this happen?”

A realization that had nothing to do with Adair’s question left Etri reeling, as though he was the one knocking his head against stone. Adair did not mind his touch, which meant it was proper to touch him. Adair was not disgusted or thought it unwelcome. He wanted to touch Etri.

It wasn’t until Adair held their joined hands up to eye level that Etri saw that which Adair questioned: his soulmark had changed. A quick check of the other hand revealed that both were now a shifting chromatic pattern. He knew he had not touched anyone else, only Adair. “It is likely when I carried you from the street.”

Adair gasped and dropped Etri’s hand, leaving him wondering if his assumption about Adair’s approval of touch was incorrect. Adair lifted the hem of his shirt, which was bewildering until Etri noticed the matching marks peeking out from Adair’s waistband above both hips. Before Etri could say anything, Adair threw his arms around his neck. “You’re my sentinel!”

Etri wrapped his arms around Adair and he could swear he felt Adair smile even through the thick coat he wore. His impulse to protect and touch Adair was not only acceptable, it was fated. Yet he could not be sure... “You have many marks, yes? It may be one of them. Blythe, perhaps.”

Adair pulled back only far enough to look up at Etri and the intensity in his gaze denied all possibility of an incorrect guess. Etri would do anything to keep this boy with his expressive eyes in his life forever. “You protected me. Blythe and Sol care, but you’re the one who kept me from getting flattened. You knew I could be in danger and followed me. One of my marks has to be a sentinel's. That's you, assuming you want to be stuck with an artist who sleepwalks into carnivals and traffic.”

There was no hesitation or doubt left in Etri’s mind. As a sentinel, he would protect Adair no matter the situation, and if that meant protecting Adair from himself until he recovered his map, so be it. If it meant a furious Blythe because they retrieved said map before checking in with her, so be that, as well. Etri took a step back and caught Adair’s hand. “Lead me to your map. I will help in whatever manner you wish.”

Adair’s warm fingers threading through Etri’s matched the warmth of the smile he gave. Perhaps it was not such an improper thing to touch someone after a mere week of friendship.

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(I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing. It’s the one that ties in most to the plot of book 1 involving Adair’s stolen map and his magic-induced sleepwalking and the whole sentinel thing. If anyone’s curious about anything, please let me know. :) I promise next week’s chapter will be less plot-heavy and less serious. As always, if you want to be taken off the list of people I tag when I share stories, let me know. If you want to be added to the list, also let me know. And please definitely do tag me when you share stories and excerpts and things, too. @ageekyreader @lynnafred @the-gay-hufflepuff @firewritten @joshuaorrizonte @writtenhastily @writerlydays @ava-burton-writing @josephmxa @megan-cutler @dragonscanbeplantstoo @alittle-writer @perringwrites @an-author-in-progress @aceduchessdragoness @madmooninc @thatwriternamedvolk @elliot-orion @wchwriter @lady-redshield-writes @shadow-maker @zachdoesawriting )

[dailynewswebsite]

Teens want COVID-19 advice that gives them safe ways to socialize – not just rules for what they can’t do

Social interplay will be dangerous throughout a pandemic, nevertheless it's additionally essential for younger folks's growth and psychological well being. Robert Nickelsberg/Getty Photos

America’s teenagers and younger adults have an important function in containing the unfold of COVID-19, however a sequence of youth surveys means that many misunderstand social distancing tips and wish clearer recommendation on find out how to safely stay their lives.

That is particularly related now that universities are again in session and lots of campuses are seeing COVID-19 outbreaks.

During the last a number of months, our crew on the College of Michigan has performed a number of nationwide text-message surveys of over 1,000 American youth ages 14-24 to raised perceive what they’re going by means of in the course of the pandemic.

What we’ve realized sheds gentle on younger folks’s views and will assist enhance public well being practices.

I can hang around with buddies, proper?

The responses by younger folks in our surveys counsel that they’re taking the pandemic critically.

From our surveys beginning in March and persevering with all through the summer time, we discovered about three-quarters of younger folks have been feeling some stage of tension concerning the pandemic. Many reported following tips akin to distancing, sporting masks, and staying at house, most frequently resulting from their concern for others. These respondents cited the significance of defending buddies, household and high-risk teams. “Not a lot for my very own well being however for my dad and mom and grandparents,” one wrote.

Nonetheless, as youth described their pondering and behaviors to us, it turned clear there are misunderstandings concerning the tips associated to social distancing.

Typically, younger folks in our survey didn’t absolutely comprehend the rigorous nature of social distancing guidelines. For instance, a number of respondents reasoned that it was protected to hang around with buddies if each events have been doubtlessly uncovered resulting from work or different causes. “Most of my buddies are ‘important’ employees and are already uncovered to numerous folks. It appears moot to be tremendous strict about social distancing,” one wrote.

The College of North Carolina at Chapel Hill shifted to on-line studying in August after a COVID-19 outbreak. Melissa Sue Gerrits/Getty Photos

Different misconceptions have been that youthful folks don’t get sick from the virus, or that visiting buddies is an accredited exception. As one participant put it, “I’m wholesome and would be capable of combat off a virus simply.”

Whereas younger persons are much less prone to have signs, they’re nonetheless infectious and might unfold the virus to others with out figuring out it. Some additionally find yourself critically ailing and hospitalized.

Our research additionally discovered that younger folks tended to view social distancing as a short-term obligation, in hopes of a return to regular actions. But, public well being officers agree there’s nonetheless a protracted strategy to go. Intermittent social distancing may very well be crucial by means of 2022.

It will possibly’t all be detrimental

When requested concerning the impacts of social distancing, many younger folks shared what they’ve misplaced, typically speaking concerning the means to socialize with others. “I can’t speak to folks,” was a standard response. “I’ve not been capable of see buddies or work in any respect,” was one other.

Telling younger folks solely what they can not do may result in fatigue and riskier conduct. So, serving to younger folks perceive find out how to keep protected also needs to embrace suggestions for what they’ll do.

Though any in-person interplay with others carries some danger, not all interactions are equally dangerous. Our findings present that many younger folks have an “all or nothing” mentality concerning danger. Instructing them find out how to assess the spectrum of danger may assist their decision-making.

Social interplay issues for psychological well being

Social interactions are vital for wholesome adolescent growth. Previous research of youngsters and adolescents experiencing social isolation have discovered detrimental psychological well being results, and we could also be seeing this already amongst our respondents.

For instance, after we requested younger folks how they’re coping with the pandemic, practically one-fifth described a tough emotional response. One wrote, “I’ve been very harassed and depressed so I’m not coping with it very nicely.”

Throughout a number of surveys, despair was talked about as a problem in the course of the pandemic. One other wrote, “My despair is exacerbated and I really feel actually unmotivated to do something.”

Determining find out how to socialize safely

Because the pandemic continues, public well being messaging should assist younger folks discover methods to socialize safely and converse to them of their language and on their platforms.

Nearly half of respondents mentioned they realized about COVID-19 from information media sources. Nonetheless, these stories are usually geared towards an grownup viewers. Communications will be tailored for youth and prolonged to social media platforms fashionable amongst youthful Individuals, akin to YouTube, Instagram and TikTok.

A vital message is that danger of an infection is bigger for sure sorts of interactions, akin to going to a crowded bar.

Younger folks also needs to be made conscious that whereas their social sacrifices will repay in the long term, there is not going to be a right away return to the “regular” they knew earlier than the pandemic.

Importantly, younger folks additionally want protected alternatives to work together and steerage on find out how to socialize safely.

Holding extra gatherings outdoor is one resolution. The danger of transmission has been discovered to be decrease exterior in comparison with indoors. In truth, encouraging younger folks to raised join with nature is a possible optimistic final result from our altering lifestyle.

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Growing alternatives for interacting on-line can even assist, particularly as many colleges and universities proceed distant instruction. Web entry is extra essential than ever, however youth from low-income households are much less prone to have web entry or the mandatory gadgets. Serving to them acquire entry needs to be a precedence for colleges and policymakers.

Serving to teenagers and younger adults navigate social distancing necessities is essential – for the sake of their well being and the well being of everybody round them.

The authors don’t work for, seek the advice of, personal shares in or obtain funding from any firm or group that may profit from this text, and have disclosed no related affiliations past their tutorial appointment.

from Growth News https://growthnews.in/teens-want-covid-19-advice-that-gives-them-safe-ways-to-socialize-not-just-rules-for-what-they-cant-do/ via https://growthnews.in

[forchimneyandforyou]

lol in that entire facetime call there wasnt a single longing look to be found. guess buck debunked maddie and then never thought about eddie like that again.

[forchimneyandforyou]

nothing in the later call too

buck telling eddie he cant come back in one call, and that he needs to face the consequences of his actions in the other

inch resting

lol in that entire facetime call there wasnt a single longing look to be found. guess buck debunked maddie and then never thought about eddie like that again.