#A person to trust

[lafayettenossie]

Salvation: a tale of the past (Part 5).

Last time…

"Yes, we mostly drink human blood. Although not all of us do. I, for example, prefer to feed on animal blood. I have more affinity with them… Others go to blood banks and drink bagged blood…" He seemed sincere when he told her this, his green eyes following her wherever she went.

"Yeah… animal blood? And what do you do? You go to a slaughterhouse and buy blood from… I don't know… pig or cow or…" she asked him while holding the gun with her right hand, but already pointing at the ground and bringing the bottle of bourbon to her mouth to take a drink, that was impossible to digest while sober!

"No. Normally, I go to the source to feed myself. I have certain special abilities to… make myself understood with animals and not be considered an enemy." he told her trying to downplay the matter, although it was clear that it was something quite incredible.

Britney smiled after the last drink. She put her service weapon in the holster on her belt. "Are you Dr. Dolittle?" she said sarcastically.

Lafayette shook his head a little. "Well, the book is very good, the movies not so much…" and he gestured with his hand behind the blonde woman.

With a mixture of fear and curiosity, she turned slowly and what she saw made her snort. On the ledge of the terrace where they were, there were at least a dozen cats staring at her.

"Oh, fuck! What a scare! Where… how… what are they doing here?!"

NOLA, Lafayette's Famulus...

"It was them who warned me, the one with the blue eyes and long grey fur. Her name is NOLA, and she's my Famulus, my partner… she knew something bad was about to happen to you and she used the rest of my spy network to warn me so I could get there on time…" he said as he approached the cats, who brought their heads closer and began to purr while the Nosferatu Detective petted them one by one.

"Thanks to them, and other stray animals, I know everything that can happen in the city." He added, staring at Britney.

"Wow… and thanks to her you knew I was going to…" she tried to clarify what had happened to Lafayette while pointing at NOLA. The cat meowed as if answering her, scolding her for what she was going to do until the detective went up to stop her.

The man nodded. "You're a good person, Britney Loup. You care about your job, you want to stop the criminals who kill in the city. That does you credit. There's a lot of corruption in your industry, I'm glad that at least you're a trustworthy person."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Lafayette… I'm a woman who's just divorced, who's lost custody of her son, who's going to have to go live in her car because I'm not going to have a roof over my head starting tomorrow either… I do my job the best way I know how, but I assure you that I'm not a good person. I drink too much, I get involved with the wrong people, I don't go to church, and I don't find any meaning in my life…" Tears welled up in her clear eyes again.

Britney Loup having a bad moment...

"But you have me. I'll help you in any way I could and that you allow me, of course. And I think we can help each other make this city a better place for us and the people we love…" he said, approaching her with NOLA in his arms. The cat purred, closing her huge blue eyes.

"A deal? Working together?" she replied, wiping away her tears.

"The strange cases you would find I can take care of investigating with my own means, and the more mundane cases that I will investigate may require some daytime help…" It was a quid pro quo, for both of them.

Britney approached and petted NOLA's head. She looked towards where the other cats were and there were none in sight anymore, they had left as quietly as they came! "Okay… But if you're fooling me I swear that…"

Lafayette shook his head. "I don't lie. I don't usually lie unless it's for a greater cause. I was raised Catholic, but over the years I learned to have my own set of values ​​and code of conduct."

Britney Loup lowered her gaze. "Ok. We'll try to make it work, Mr. Lafayette."

"Francis. My name is… Francis. If you want, you can call me that, Detective Loup." she replied, with a slight blush on her pale face streaked with tiny dark veins.

"I'm Britney, or Brit. Call me that in private. I think it would be a good idea for us to get down from here… if someone sees us they might actually call the police and we'd be in a bit of trouble… me at least!" she replied with a slight smile as she noticed the Nosferatu's blush.

"Yeah, let's go…" and gestured for her to go ahead towards the stairs leading down the building…

It was the beginning.

[lastoneout]

I really do miss back when it was considered fucking weird to ask trans people(or anyone who is even a little gnc/has a label you don't understand/is giving you queer vibes)* what their assigned sex at birth is. Like we literally used to roast cis people for this shit, that's legit why the "what's in your pants" meme exists, but somehow we've reached a point where a very vocal portion of the online trans community genuinely thinks you owe people this information so they can make insane generalizations about you and your life and if you refuse that's cause for suspicion and I really shouldn't have to explain how fucked that is.

Interrogating people about what's in their pants is transphobe/terf/transmed shit. "If you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear" is fed shit. Tbh "you owe me personal information about your body and medical history" is ableist and intersexist shit. Sex and/or gender tells you literally nothing concrete about a person and there is no world where you are owed this information. Can we cut this shit out and go back to judging people by their words and actions instead of what some random doctor decided their body looks like when they were a squishy baby, you know, like normal people? Please??

*It's also wildly intersexist but unfortunately I don't think we've ever reached a point of collectively accepting that it's horrid to ask intersex people unprompted questions about their bodies and medical histories. You are absolutely not owed any of that information for any reason, especially given that medical history typically goes hand in hand with profound trauma due to how normalized medical abuse against intersex people is, and everyone needs to get that through their heads yesterday. If they want to share they can and will, aside from that it's none-ya.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[qualityrain]

[aces-and-angels]

verified by: 90-ghost follow the ayyad's asmaa: @asmaayyad israa: @esraayyad14* sama: @samaayyad15 *= israa's alt. account @esraayyad18 has been suppressed

dear moots/lovely lurkers,

allow me to introduce you once again to the ayyad's. they are a wonderful family of 8. all of them led beautiful, rich lives-- here are some of their stories:

"I am Asmaa from Gaza-- a lawyer and a graduate of Palestine University... I am 25 years old... I have also been living far away from my fiancé for two years, I cannot reach him because of the increase in the coordination price and the closure of the crossings and borders." "My name is Israa from Gaza. I have always dreamed of becoming a doctor after I finish high school, but what happened in this war, the destruction of schools and universities, the suspension of education because of the war, and the death of many students, made me a girl who lost her passion and only wanted to end the war on the Gaza Strip." "Hello, I am Sama from Gaza... I am 15 years old... I was studying middle school and my educational career stopped completely here in Gaza, our life stopped completely." (the following excerpts were pieced together from posts/messages from asmaa and her younger sisters- israa and sama)

their family has been displaced numerous times. lost friends and loved ones. they don't live through the days- they survive them. no one should suffer through this immense pain on their own. there is power in numbers. please do your part by sharing/donating if you have the means

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[milktrician]

(what the. who threw a wife plot device in the middle of a peak lord meeting)

i thought about this bit at the end of the airplane extras the other day. bro why are you looking at your coworkers like that rn

[bixels]

I watched Starship Troopers tonight.

[frownyalfred]

thinking about how the Batkids must be SO tired of the Batman hero worship from the other Titans, JL members, sidekicks, etc. there's people literally falling over themselves to meet Batman in a Watchtower hallway, meanwhile they actually know Bruce, and Bruce just made them memorize backup codes to all of their major security systems in the Cave for three hours because Hal Jordan made an offhanded hacking joke at their League meeting earlier that day.

[ash-and-starlight]

life changing field trip in kyoshi island

[ciderjacks]

thinking again about how much trust he had to have in Laios to recommend his own daughter in case he dies

[everythingwasnormalhere]

There's so much wrong with "everyone is a little bit autistic"

Yes, allistic people might know a lot of facts about the things they like. Yes, allistic people might get a bit overwhelmed or underwhelmed sometimes. Yes, allistic people might not get an expression sometimes, mostly if it's the first time they hear it.

That doesn't make them autistic.

Those traits only make someone autistic when they become disabling. Because, big shock, autism is a disability. Yeah, even if someone is low support needs, because that doesn't mean they don't need any support at all.

Saying "everyone is a little bit autistic" is like saying "everyone struggles with this, so suck it up, you have no right to need help". Which is just pure ableist bullshit. It denies the fact that autistic people have higher support needs than NTs, no matter where in the autistic spectrum they are. We're not "neurospicy", we're disabled, and denying this fact is denying us the right to get the help we need, we deserve, to have a good life.

(yes, this rant is just because I made the awful decision of listening to "neurospicy (interlude)" by Jax. honestly I'd rather be called a slur than listen to that shit again.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[podcast-hemocytoblast]

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

[shentheauthor]

Choose.

Ignore that there’s no #6 pls the template I used had a character slapped over where 6 was and I didn’t notice