#I unfortunately assumed you smarter than this. that is my fault and I swear to do better

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Ya know what, you're completely right, but also ignoring my point, my point wasn't "Biden Good, Trump Bad" my point is that the extra bit of time that would disappear under a trump presidency ("losing my rights slightly faster") is an amount of time that can be used to try and actually properly advocate for reform and complete restructuring of the system, and that little bit of hope for change is desperately needed right now. Saying "it's hopeless either way so I'll do nothing" is the most nihilistic sack of bullshit I've ever heard.

Project 2025 is not just the international relations part, it's also intended to Ban No Fault Divorce, Stop All Abortions, make Being Trans a literal fucking crime, and fling all human rights back to the 1940s ffs. Of course any Arab, Muslim, and Palestinian American shouldn't be told they're a piece of shit for being upset about the genocide and they're not who I'm talking to when I say this, I'm talking to white, cis, middle class fence sitters like you who is using the genocide as an excuse not to get your lazy ass in a ballot office.

"lose all my dignity and morals voting for a man with the blood of thousands on his hands." 1. Israel is committing the genocide, not Biden, yes his enabling and support is cruel and he should be guillotined eventually but acting like he actively started the genocide is dishonest as fuck, 2. Wow you literally proved my point, you're not voting because voting for the lesser of two evils makes you feel bad, this isn't the Trolley Problem it's real fuckin life, and real life isn't fun, it's hard, and you have to sometimes compromise your morals to ensure your survival, ethics are a commodity of the wealthy now and the fact that factors in when a single vote could be the difference between thousands more lives lost and Millions in both Palestine and here lost proves you're only refusing to vote out of a fake sense of moral superiority.

You yourself in that same paragraph I just quoted from admitted that the domestic policies are wildly different between the parties, and I unfortunately am not actually privileged enough to be more affected by foreign policy than domestic, it may be selfish, it may be cruel, it may be wrong, we'll see, but if there's a cliff with one person I care about dangling from the ledge and a stranger also dangling and the only buttons I have are "help my friend and let the stranger fall" or "kick both in the face and watch them plummet" I would consider myself a monster for walking away entirely because then I don't have to see the fall, it still has the same outcome as pressing the second button myself but I can then claim ignorance instead of malice. You're intentions don't fucking matter, you still hit the second button by not pressing either, you just get to keep the warm fuzzies.

To put it more simply for the people in the back, not doing something and letting the terrible thing happen if you could have stopped it is the same as doing the terrible thing yourself, and if you disagree, vote on it.

Vote fuckin Blue.

This is so funnnnnnny to me sorry.

1. All these attacks on trans (and gay) rights are happening right now! Under a Biden presidency! Sure it will be worse under Trump, I understand being scared, but Biden is fucking ineffective.

2. We lost Roe v Wade under a Democrat president and Democrat majority congress. They had months to prepare but did practically nothing and used Joe Manchin as an excuse (trump bullied all his competition into following the party line). Ruth Bader Ginsburg refused to retire under Obama, and Obama let the Republicans walk all over him and suppress his nomination because “they go low we go high.” Democrats had control of the government numerous times in the DECADES Roe v Wade was in place but continually refused to codify or protect it more meaningfully because it constantly being at risk was a great way to keep people voting. But sure, they’re going to “save” it now.

8-9: Practically every year is the highest year for Black people murdered by police. Biden has increased police funding. The democrats have become significantly more conservative and racist regarding the boarder. BOTH Democratic senators in my state brag about how much they want to “defend the boarder.” Dems only pay lip service to inequality when it benefits them.

11. Biden heavily campaigned on criminal justice reform in 2020 but has since all but dropped it except for a pardon here or there.

13. Then where is the fucking ceasefire. Biden can pressure Netanyahu to accept the proposal tomorrow, but guess what! It’s been over a month and the negotiations have seemingly collapsed once again, despite Hamas approving pretty-much the exact proposal Biden has allegedly endorsed.

“Incredible amount of privilege” ahhh yes the Arabs and Palestinians living in the USA upset about their dead relatives are soooooooooo rude and privileged and obviously would be totally fine under a Trump presidency. Those damn Palestinians don’t give a shit about Palestinians! Tens (possibly hundreds) of thousands of butchered Palestinians isn’t even that big of a deal!

If you wanna vote for Biden so desperately then you do you, I also felt this way four years ago, but SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT. Stop trying to lecture me. ESPECIALLY, stop fucking lecturing the people directly impacted!!

“You don’t care about American democracy” well guess what American democracy is already a fucking sham!

[mercy-burning]

Affection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer and Y/N decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it? Category: Angst / Happy Ending! + Humor and a lil bit of Fluff Content: Strong language, Reader is in a coma, mentions of injury, kissing Word Count: 2.6k

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NOTE: This one’s for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) September Writing Challenge, Enemies To Lovers! I have another one coming up as well, but this idea wouldn’t get out of my head ever since I watched The Abyss with my dad and I had to get it out 😅 I hope you like it!!

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I swear to fucking God, if this motherfucker really thinks he—

That was the last thing Y/N thought before she was knocked out cold.

With her line of work, it was natural to assume that she was thinking about the unsub, but unfortunately the criminal she and her team were tracking down was the farthest thing on her mind. Spencer would have chastised her for it— letting something else cloud her thoughts while she was in a dark alley, alone, and with a serial killer on the loose.

"You should be smarter than that!" she could hear him say in that high pitch he always carried when he was upset— especially with her. "If you don't get yourself killed one of these days, then it'll be the rest of us!"

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

"It's your fault," she wanted to tell him. "I had to blow off some steam because you were pissing me off!"

The only thing was... She couldn't tell him.

Well... She could.

He just couldn't hear her, because no one could.

It was like some stupid, cliché movie, where you found yourself standing over your dying body and having to choose whether to live or not. It seemed like the obvious choice, to fucking live, but... Y/N found herself wandering around her hospital room, yelling into the void and attempting to jump back into her own body.

Nothing was working.

And when Spencer showed up, his face red and his hair and clothes all messed up, she wanted to scream at him.

"Hey!"

Nothing. He was practically lifeless as he drifted to the chair next to her bed and sat down. It was nearly impossible to read from his expression and body language how he was feeling, and that alone was enough to make her angry again. (Not that the anger had really gone away since waking up next to her comatose body, of course.)

"Hey! Dumbass!"

Still nothing.

As Spencer just blankly stared down at Y/N's bed, she decided she'd had enough.

"SPENCER FUCKING REID, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS UNTIL THE END OF ETERNITY, AND I'M GONNA LAY FAT, STINKIN' GHOST SHITS IN YOUR SHOES, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND—"

"I hate you."

It was a bold enough statement to stop Y/N in her tracks, no matter how quietly he'd mumbled it. She knew for sure that he didn't like her, after years of constant bickering and dirty glares and whatever else, but... The word 'hate' was like a knife that sliced through her joking rage and stopped the whole world around her.

If she wasn't already out of her own body, she just knew she would have felt her soul leave.

Spencer didn't hate anyone. Not that she was aware of, anyway. He found nearly everyone delightful, and vice versa... But for some reason, he hated Y/N.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well... Feeling's mutual, I guess..."

"You're stupid, and reckless, and you don't think. And you're a goddamn nightmare to work with... You know what— You're a stone-cold bitch."

His words made her physically step backwards, and it felt like if she were a cartoon, there might have been steam coming out of her ears.

"Yeah, well jokes on you, you make it easy," she seethed. "Fuck you!"

"How... How dare you..." he continued, anger reddening his face.

Y/N watched as he balled his fists and leaned in a little closer to her body, his voice tight and strained. "How dare you walk into my life and boss me around and make it impossible to breathe... From the moment I met you, you've brought out this... this fire in me that I can't put out no matter how hard I try, and it's insufferable—You're insufferable, and I hate you, how dare—"

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by a shortness of breath. Spencer breathed in, loud and choked, and the next breath he let out was nothing short of a sob. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down them and his hands clutched the bedsheets with a vigor and rage that Y/N had never seen from him, even in all the years she'd spent visibly getting on his last nerves.

"N—No," she choked out, feeling her throat tighten. "Don't... Don't turn into a sappy mess on me now, do you hear me, Reid? You hate me, don't... Don't..."

"I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping his eyes and reaching out to grab her lifeless hand. "I hate that you make me feel this way, but... I could never hate you..."

She wanted nothing more than to be able to squeeze his hand back, to tell him, not even necessarily with words but with a simple gesture, that she was right there and wasn't going to go anywhere.

She just... had to figure out how to make that true.

Still, Spencer kept going, a small laugh bubbling up through tears and phlegm. "But I will hate you if you die, because I just know you're gonna come back and haunt me for eternity... Probably... shit in my shoes or something."

Y/N barked a laugh that was true and pure... Happy, even.

The genius may have acted like he hated her, but it turns out he knew her pretty well, perhaps even fondly in one way or another.

To think— All those years she spent seeing him sneer at her, feeling his glare burn into her soul, the amount of times she caught him making faces or inappropriate gestures behind her back, all of it... And the whole time, he was probably doing it with a little flicker of fondness deep within the confines of his heart, which he swore to fill with nothing but hatred for her.

The thought made the little flicker in her own heart burn brighter.

As she wandered closer to her bed, beside Spencer and in front of her own body, she reached her hand out to see if she could touch his face, to give him something...

Even though she had no luck, something shifted when he spoke.

"Just... Come back to me, please? I know I'm not good at apologizing, but if it means I get you back... I swear that I will make up every horrible thing I've ever done or said to you. Just... Please don't leave me."

He laid his head down in his hands and tried not to cry again, every said horrible thing replaying on a loop in his brain like some kind of taunt. He wished more than anything for a chance to make it up to Y/N, and now he might not ever be able to.

"You think I'd leave this mortal earth without getting the chance to kick your ass?"

Everything was so fuzzy and light and brimming with these high emotions that Y/N almost didn't realize she was saying these words and Spencer was hearing them. She almost didn't feel the warmth of her bloodstream beneath layers of skin, the beat of her heart slowly coming back to life at the sounds and smells of the hospital room.

She almost didn't realize that Spencer was grabbing her now, his warm hands covering her cold ones and bringing them back to life as well.

"Screw you," he breathed with absolutely no malice to be detected in his voice.

They shared a smile so bright, no one would have been able to guess that they never got along.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Not only was she stuck at home doing nothing while on suspension (Yes, it turns out that storming off into an alley and not paying attention while on the job, just because a co-worker pissed you off, can get you suspended by Chief Strauss), but Y/N was also being visited by a daily rotation of her co-workers and friends and family, and her house was nearly covered in flower bouquets and baked goods.

It was a nightmare.

The sentiment was nice, sure, but if she had to move one more vase, she was going to start throwing them.

God, maybe Spencer was right, I am a stone-cold bitch...

Thinking of him also put a little damper on her mood.

He hadn't been to visit her once... And she figured that after their nice little moment at the hospital, he'd at least stop by with flowers or an "I'm glad you're not dead!" call, but there was nothing on his end. Not even a text message or a letter.

But for all she knew, their small moment of kindness could have been a figment of her concussed imagination.

Please, she thought, if I brought it up to him he'd probably just laugh in my face.

Rather than a laugh, Y/N heard the bright sound of her doorbell, which normally would have meant a fun unexpected visit or a date she was getting ready for, but by now it only meant another vase of flowers or a pie from a neighbor she still didn't remember the last name to.

Either way, she answered the door with as polite a smile as she could muster, and instead of finding a vaguely familiar neighbor or acquaintance, she found Spencer.

Though, to be fair, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, this is a surprise," Y/N drawled, crossing her arms. "I don't even think you've ever been to my house."

She was surprised to see him nervous around her, rather than irritated. And she would have found it endearing had they not been practically mortal enemies from the moment they met... She was suspicious.

"O—Oh, yeah... I know, I just thought... I wanted to come see how you were doing... These are for you."

He held out the flowers, which were truthfully the pretties set she'd received, and it irked her. Because of course he of all people would be the one to tell which kinds of flowers she'd prefer.

"Thanks," she said, taking them from him and allowing him the space to come inside. "Watch out, it's a maze in here..."

While she looked for somewhere to put the flowers on display, she could feel Spencer looking around her space, probably profiling what he could behind a sea of flowers.

"Hm."

Y/N sighed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just... I'm surprised this many people actually like you."

Despite the nature of his observation, she found it comforting. That level of playful contempt was what she was used to, and it brought a sparkle to her eye as she turned to face him. "Ha... I'm not a complete bitch, you know."

"Sure."

Between the growing grin on his face and the smirk forming on her own, Spencer and Y/N found themselves falling back into a familiar rhythm. And yet, something about it was still... different.

So much so that Y/N felt honest-to-God butterflies in her stomach when he approached, hands retreating from his pockets and head tilting off to the side. His expression held that look he got when he was trying to figure someone out, usually an unsub. She hated to admit it to herself, but a little part of her always found that side of him extremely attractive.

And now that it was right in front of her?

She didn't know what to make of it.

"What?" she snapped, looking for an excuse to hide any and all attraction she was feeling.

Spencer stepped back a little, breaking away from whatever trance he'd just been in. "God, why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You push away every single show of affection! Any time I'm trying to be nice, you just act like it's some big inconvenience to you!"

Y/N laughed. "Ha! That's what that was? Just now? When you insulted me, and then started stalking towards me with that look you get when you're interrogating an unsub? That's what you call affection?"

"That's not... That's not what that was!"

"Oh really? Then what was it?"

"It was part of the routine! Banter! Y—You know, that's our thing! We insult each other, and we act like we hate each other but we... We don't, really..."

The longer he went on, the faster her heart raced. This was the moment in the movie where he inevitably blurted out that he loved her, and in turn she would either kiss him or slap him, or slap him and then kiss him...

But Y/N was still feeling rather playful despite the swarm of butterflies in her stomach begging for some relief.

"Oh?" she prompted, taking a slow step closer to him. "We don't?"

Spencer seemed to get red immediately, and he avoided her eyes. "U—Uh... Well I... I thought... Maybe I read it all wrong, a—and I'm sorry if I did..."

She'd been getting closer meanwhile, and now they were practically toe-to-toe. He did his best to ignore her, taking a few steps back until she cornered him against the front door. And with the way he wasn't doing anything to get out of his predicament, she took that as his acceptance and took another leap.

"What..." she cooed, crawling her fingers up the front of his chest like a spider. "You like me? Hmm?"

When he finally looked down at her, she allowed herself to smile, albeit slowly and with calculation.

In a flash Spencer went from nervous to fed-up, weight seeming to visibly lift from his chest as he sank against the door. "You're messing with me..."

"It's so fun."

"You know what, screw you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Maybe it is. What are you gonna do ab—"

She didn't let him finish.

In an instant, Y/N lunged forward and pulled him down for a kiss.

Even though she thought he might have tried to take control of the situation, he ended up surprising her with a wanton moan as his hands clutched at her sides, holding on for dear life. Their bodies and tongues collided in a mess of years worth of pent-up tension, chaotic and wild and fiercely beautiful in a way that put even the greatest first kisses to shame.

And of course, Spencer had to go and ruin it.

He pushed her away and looked almost panicked. "W—Wait, are you even cleared to do this?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching out for him again. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were in the hospital! I thought... I thought you were..."

She appreciated the sentiment, but with her entire body on fire from his touch, she decided she needed more of it. "Yeah, but I'm not... I'm very much alive, and you know what?"

He blinked back at her, watching carefully as she leaned in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's because of you. You make me feel... more alive than I've ever been."

"And... You're not messing with me this time?"

With a laugh,  Y/N shook her head and leaned up to brush her nose with his. "Nuh-uh... But if you'd like to, I'd love to mess with you in a more fun way. And maybe I'll even let you do it back..."

Spencer hummed, feeling himself gravitate towards her more with every passing second. "Deal."

He barely got the word out all the way before she was dragging him through the maze of flora and contained food and into her bedroom, where piece by piece, their hatred and fondness for one another combined to create the most exquisite of nights.

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FluttershyXSpitfire = Fallen Embers

> children

- Phoenix Rise

“It’s not my destiny, it’s not who I want to be. I reject your reality and substitute for my own.”

Species: Pegasus/female

Build: female short/sturdy/bulk

Special Talent: tea making/brewing

Occupation: royal aerial guard (private guard to Prince Apollo Helios)

Nicknames: Phea, Mint, Rose burn

Background information:

- Phoenix was quite a handful as a child, often terrorizing the poor creatures of the Everfree Forest. Often giving her mother’s quite a scare when she’d return with a Timberwolf leg in her maw and several splinters, saying “I never found the ingredients I needed!” When in reality she could’ve just went to the market only a few ways from their cozy home.

- Growing up with a shy mother and often busy mom, Phea never really had a normal childhood. Often spending time at home with Flutters while making tea for the animals. When she could, she’d follow Spitfire to work and practice her flying. Being the daughter of two fine fliers (even if one hadn’t been an avid), she expecting to have her cutie mark in some sort of flying but one day when she was brewing tea for her mother’s party she found an image of a steam cup of herbal tea. This couldn’t be, she was destined to fly beyond peaks of ice! To burn trails of fires in her speedy wake! Not make some filly tea for some pretty upper crust’s party!

- With this knowledge she begged her mother’s to enroll her in flight school although they’d both already agreed prior that they’d take her there anyways. After enrolling, she quickly rose up the ranks. Eventually becoming one of the youngest fliers to graduate flight school. Afterwards Phea worked to become part of the royal guard, and now is the guardian of Prince Apollo Helios.

Trivia:

- her favorite color is purple, and she hates the color blue.

- she has a crush on Apollo Helios.

- she had a crush on Dawnovan until he started dating Cassandra

- Phea secretly dreams of opening a tea shop

- Once she graduated flight school she enrolled in the aerial guard and moved away.

- Phea is Bi

- Phea (Fea)

- no one is really sure why Apollo and Hestia on occasion calls her ‘mint’ and ‘rose burn’ but it’s just become her name and at this point she just gave up correcting them.

SoarinXRainbowdash = Morning Flight

> children

- Dawnovan

“Hey, don’t blink or you’ll miss me.”

Species: Pegasus

Build: male bulky/lean/tall

Special Talent: racing/lightning affinity/spacial awareness

Occupation: wonderbolt/aerial guard

Nicknames: Daws, Dawn, Dash. J(r)

Background information:

- Arrogant in every aspect, Dawnovan believes his skills are surpassed by no one but his mother and father. He is very prideful of his mother and father almost to a fault, often bragging that they were the best ponies in equestria.

- As a colt he’d often find himself in some trouble as he’d pick fights with his fellow flight school students, including his best friend; Phoenix Rise. Longtime rival and best friend. During his time as a student, he’d often claim he would surpass his parents and become the fastest Pegasus in Equestrian. Unfortunately his speed averages only a little below his friend Phoenix and sister Iris.

- Dawn isn’t the brightest in the bunch, but he when he knows he’ll put his words where his hooves are and make it work. Even if he doesn’t entirely understand.

- Even though he’s rougher than diamonds in stone, he’s very caring for those he’s close to. Especially his family and friends. But often he remains oblivious of new people, forgetting names and not acknowledging them.

Trivia:

- He knows he will never really be as fast as his parents or sister. To be honest, he is the slowest in the family. Only faster than the average Pegasus but nothing more than that.

- He, Apollo and Cassandra are the only ones who know Phea’s secret about wanting to open a tea shop.

- His favorite color is blue and his least favorite color is green

- Soarin and Rainbow were concerned for him when he was younger because he had impulsive tendencies.

- One time when he was at the store he forgot to take Iris (his little sister) back with him home. Dawnovan has a tendency to forget about Iris, but in truth he does care.

- His parents instructed him on his flight skills in hopes of helping him improve. But with time, his ability to read the environment very much helped him standout.

- He is best friends with Phoenix Rise.

- Cassandra De Li, daughter of Fluer De Li and Fancy Pants, is his girlfriend. Although rumor has it that they are a bit on the rocks currently.

- He hates Prince Apollo Helios

- He tried to become part of the royal guard and ended up dropping out and rejoining the races

- Iris

“Unfortunately I think that snake is smarter than you...”

Species: Pegasus

Build: female slim/small/lithe

Special Talent: search and rescue/heightened sight

Occupation: search and rescue

Nicknames: Ire

Background information:

- being the younger sister isn’t fun, but she’d rather be that than some stupid noble. Which is what she’d claim and swear to her best friends, Duchess Gala and Princess Arte. At a young age she discovered how much attention you get when your the oldest, and being the youngest you often are overlooked which brings some good luck when you accidentally broke your mom’s favorite trophy or punched that filly in the face for calling her a birdbrain.

- Iris noticed how she had a talent in looking, watching, observing. She’d seemed to inherit her mother’s speed and sight, making her a good pony in rescue missions.

- Iris never really was close to either of her parents, due to them often fretting over her brother’s mishaps. She didn’t care, maybe a little bit, but either way she didn’t care. If someone needed help, then as long as they got it it wasn’t her problem.

- When her team wasn’t out in search of some missing pony or some pony in trouble, they’d station in Canterlot and rest till they were called up again. During this time, she’d become good friends with Duchess Gala and Princess Artemis. Even though she’d already met the night princess prior due to Aunt Rarity being such a close family friend. Sometimes, the two royals would even accompany her on missions.

Trivia:

- she is faster than her brother and father (barely), but cannot surpass her mother.

- One time, she was forgotten at the store and it became a traumatic experience for her as she wandered for hours in search of her way home. Eventually her mother found her and took her home then gave her hot cocoa and cookies.

- She’s close with Phoenix but not really, mostly rivals to a certain extent.

- Gala and her dated briefly but nothing really came of it.

- She holds regret over a certain mission she was apart of, one night a bat pony settlement in a valley caught fire in the night so she and her team went to help rescue and evacuate people. When a single mother was screaming for her lost filly, Iris went back to search for her but could not find her due to the dark and smoke. She was forced out due to the place going down in flames, the filly’s body was never found but it is assumed she burned to death. Iris still holds regret over this incident, never really forgiven herself for not being able to find that little filly.

- Artemis tried to help calm the nightmares that followed this incident for Iris, but ultimately could not help her with her grief.