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hoosbandewan Ā· 23 hours ago
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No matter who someone votes for does not make them a bad person. If someone votes differently than you and you find that as a reason to not support them then you are part of the problem. I'm thankfully open-minded and glad I can have Democrat and Republican friends and we can all still be friends even with different beliefs and opinions. I don't understand how anyone can have that mindset.... You want Peace and love but are the first ones to throw someone under the bus if they think differently than you do.
And using Ewan to push your thoughts is shameful
Having friends on both sides of the aisle is fine. Having a difference in opinions is fine. I think it can be incredibly damaging for people to get caught in an echo chamber and be surrounded only by people who share their same viewpoint. And the fact that we can all have our own thoughts and opinions is what makes a free country like the U.S. so wonderful.
I even know a good number of Republicans and conservative-leaning people who didn't and wouldn't vote for Trump. And, you see, that's the difference.
Voting for Trump.
You cannot, in good conscience, look me in the eye and tell me that casting a vote for Donald Trump makes you a good person. I could have forgiven a Trump vote in 2016, but not in 2020 and certainly not in 2024.
Trump attempted to overturn a democratic election and was indicted for it. And on that day, he voiced support for the Capitol rioters who wanted to hang his vice president for failing to reject the electoral votes that proved Biden's win.
Trump nominated Supreme Court justices to overturn Roe v. Wade, a move that has already killed women and will continue killing people. In Texas alone, the maternal death rate rose by 56% between 2019 and 2022, the year that Roe was overturned. Since the reversal, the infant mortality rate has risen by 7% nationally - and by 13% in Texas alone.
Trump is unapologetically and unabashedly racist, displaying repeated and disturbing rhetoric aimed at immigrants, Mexicans, black Americans, Haitians, Muslims, and more. In his first term, he instituted new procedural barriers to prevent immigrants from seeking asylum in America. He put migrant children in cages. He has unjustly called for the death penalty for numerous people of color - remember the Central Park 5?
Trump has threatened to deploy the military and law enforcement to target his political opponents and left-leaning Americans.
Trump rolled back almost 100 policies focused on clean air, water, wildlife, and toxic chemicals in an era when mitigating climate change is more important than ever. And he plans on gutting even more.
Trump is a convicted felon with 34 felony counts under his belt.
Trump has shown time and time again that his views and policies align with fascist ideals. He wants very, very badly to turn the U.S. democracy into an authoritarian regime.
And if this isn't enough, Trump has been endorsed by the KKK since his 2016 campaign. He's the golden child of white supremacists and white nationalists everywhere.
So, yeah. If this is your guy, I don't want fucking anything to do with you.
I am so sick and tired of Trump supporters crying about peace and love and civility and "oh, but where are the tolerant left?" when they turn right around and vote for Donald Trump.
You donā€™t get to hold abhorrent views and beliefs and then be friends with us. You donā€™t get to be friendly to our faces all while supporting a man who wants us dead or oppressed. You can't profess to love your fellow Americans if you are condemning them.
I don't want to hang out with racists and fascists. Because if you choose to support and vote for a racist, fascist, misogynistic, dangerous person, then that makes you one, too.
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balrogballs Ā· 2 days ago
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I'm still sad about this heartwarming and mildly amusing little section where feral adolescent Aragorn brings some joy to Maedhros in his unhinged little way, which I had to cut out of Cast in Stone for structural reasons, especially as I had gone to the trouble of illustrating it!
But I realised it reads perfectly fine standalone, so you guys can have my crumb of Maedhros-joy instead. No context required: Maedhros and Maglor are temporarily staying in the Shire during the late Third Age, Maedhros had a horrible night of traumatic dreams and was being maudlin ā€” until young Aragorn, aka Elros II and the bane of his life, turns up like a bad penny, as he often does. Enjoy!
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"You look unhappy," said Estel, sitting down before Maedhros, legs crossed. "Does your hand hurt? Surely it can't be as bad as when it got chopped off, can it?"
"No, but leave me be, Estel, I have ā€”"
"All right, but let me ask just one question. I promise, then I'll go away. I just remembered something from my lessons, and every time I ask Ada he looks up at the sky and asks the Valar where he went wrong in raising me," Estel moved closer, looking around for eavesdroppers. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I would like to know."
Maedhros frowned, swallowed the lump in his throat and dragged in a breath. "What?"
"Fingon rescued you on one of those enormous eagles, didn't he? On that mountain with Morgoth and all of that. It was one of those, right? Manwƫ's Eagles."
"Yes. He did. I do not wish to answer any further questions on the matter, clear off."
"And it was quite a long journey, wasn't it?"
Maedhros grunted.
"I've always had a question about itā€¦ and again, you don't have to tell me if it's too traumatising," Estel's eyes shone, as though he were about to hear a state secret. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."
"Spit it out, boy, or leave me now. I am in the mood for neither company nor memory."
"Did itā€¦ you knowā€¦?"
"If you're trying to ask me if losing the hand hurt, yes it did," Maedhros snapped. "Now leave me alone, I've had enough reminiscing for a damned century. Get off home, now!"
"Oh, shut up, I wasn't asking about your stupid hand, I don't understand why you think everyone sits around thinking about your hand," Estel scowled, pursuing his lips, before deciding his quest for scientific knowledge was more important than whatever had crawled up Maedhros' arsehole and died. He widened his eyes conspiratorily, looked around again. "My question has nothing to do with that! I just wanted to know, did the eagleā€¦ you know?"
"Estel, I am not going to repeat this, get out of my sight right this ā€”"
"Did it take a shit?"
"Didā€¦ what?"
"Did it take a shit?" Estel flushed as he said the word, Elrond's parental touch finally taking hold, though in a predictably useless manner. "And if it did, how big was it? As in, was it normal bird crap, or was it, you know ā€” like a bucketload of it?"
Maedhros blinked. Estel held his hands out to demonstrate.
"I've always wanted to know that about them, you know," the boy continued, stroking his chin like a philosopher. "Manwe's eagles, that is. Surely if they're big enough to carry two people, one being a towering beast like you, their droppings must be massive."
"Whatā€¦?" Maedhros couldn't formulate words, a state of being Estel clearly had no familiarity with. "Theirā€¦ what?"
"And yes, I know they're divine, all of that, but surely they can't be toilet trained, can they? I just don't see ManwĆ« having enough time to toilet train an eagle, you know. Could you imagine justā€¦ going about your day, and having this massive tub of birdshite fall on your head? Oh, it could drown a person, I'm sure of it!" Estel grinned, as if said occurrence would be the best day of his life, had it happened to him. "So, did it? And if it did, did you see if it went on someone?"
Maedhros sat there blinking at the boy in complete silence before rising quietly, taking the now-extremely-familiar ear, and slowly ā€” like he were a corpse ā€” leading Estel to the village gate. He didn't say a word, only gestured weakly and put up three fingers, a signal the now sulky boy was very used to.
And as Estel, muttering darkly all the while, neared the completion of his first punishment-lap of three around the village green, he heard something that sounded like a donkey in immense pain. It was a sound so tremendous and unexpected that it brought Maglor running from the house, gaping at the source, having not heard such a thing in centuries. It was no donkey, but Maedhros in complete hysterics, sitting on the ground exactly where he was when he beckoned Estel to run, sobbing with laughter, actual tears pouring down his face, which itself was screwed up and flushed so pink he looked like he'd been badly sunburned. He was trying to explain the situation to Maglor (who had been glaring at Estel as if he had personally killed his brother, and now looked upon him like he was Iluvatar himself) but Maedhros was howling too hard to even stand, let alone form coherent words.
Estel pretended not to notice, and started on his second lap. Though objectively speaking, the laugh itself sounded like something between a foghorn, a pig and whatever noise he imagined Ungoliant would make ā€” there was something rather lovely about it that brought an inexplicable little smile to his face.
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beautifullilacsky Ā· 3 days ago
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It's been a while since I wrote about you. Not because I haven't missed you or didn't have good things to say; it's because it's been so, so incredibly good. There is too much for me to say. There have been too many moments that I'd like to write down for me to remember for a lifetime. We came back from our first vacation together, and gad, I have never been more sure about you.
By switching to the other side of the sidewalk so you were the one closer to the road, you made me feel safe. Wearing your 'emergency pants', in case you needed to move the van when the wind was too much for me (which, it was, and you moved the van without a wrinkle or hint of annoyance in your face), you made me feel cared for. Just like all the times you asked me if I was okay. You made me feel heard and made me feel like you truly wanted to understand and hear me, when you asked me how the vacay is going. What our further wishes are and if we want to change anything. You made me feel important and like a princess when you drove around half of the island, just to find a souvenir that I really wanted (even if you usually don't do souvenir hunts). Every single day, you made me feel so good. All of the full body cuddling at night, almost forming a blanket the way you folded yourself all around me. All of the caring during the day. All of the communicating and comfortable silences. The amount of planning you have done, making sure we arrive there and back home safely and that we can "haal het beste uit" our vacation. Knowing I am uncomfortable with manuals and especially a van, you drove all of the time; even if at times, it was stressful as shit. And, everything that came with living in a van; you emptied our water, refilled it, dusted the inside, checked the difficult-closing door, cooking, and did a lot of the dishes.
All the times I asked you to pose a certain way for a picture, you did exactly that. On hikes, you would ask me if the speed was okay, or, like you did most of the time, you'd let me in front. That way, I could go my own speed and you'd be sure that I felt comfi and good. The cute smiles when I said something to Beertje; how I adore and feel so so safe when you like seeing the child inside of me. Ha, the way you went back to souvenir stores with me as I regretting not buying something, while once again, not being annoyed at all. Also, how you paid for my toilet visit twice, knowing I don't carry around 50 cents. It's not expensive, but I know you'd never pay for a toilet like that. But if I really needed and wanted to, you gave me the moneys and always told me to take my time. The way you always let me play whatever music I would like to hear; is that something meaningful that I have overseen every single time (by thinking you just vibe with everything)?
My baby. I can't even describe it in words properly. You truly treated me like a princess. You asked me if u don't always do so. I had no choice but to take my blinding sunnies off during this vacation, seeing how well you treat me. In day to day life, it shines less bright. Now, I couldn't miss it, not even if I closed my eyes during the whole vacation.
One thing I will never ever forget. The 25th birthday you gifted me. You first gifted me a go-pro, which you had named "Renee s vlog camera". It's a typical niklas gift; useful. And damn, even if I was a bit overwhelmed with what it could do at the beginning, I friggin love it. We got to use it sooo many times during the vacay, and I am thrilled that we got to use it in those ways. I am sure there will be more times that I use it, which I am v excited for. And of course, the way you made sure that we got to do what I wanted to for my bday (a hike, an easy one to start with, which,,,, was harder than we had planned but you made sure that I was okay the whole time and we turned around when we both felt like it was a good time). And later, the whale šŸ‹ dolphin šŸ¬ watching in Funchal... (where we also looked at the doors I wanted to see, hiked up to a garden u thought I wanted to see, just to take a cable car to the actual palace where I wanted to go to (even if it sounded boring to u to go to a palace), and we ate at such a lovely restaurant, even twice!). Bro. Never will I ever forget the first time you said "I love you too". I was so deep into my feelings, I bit your arm. Yet, that wasn't enough to calm the roaring feeling inside of me. The one that was banging at the bottom of my throat, begging me to say the words. So. I did. "Don't say it back, but I love you so friggin much. Thank you so much for this.... I love you". I felt a weight falll of of my shoulders, as I put my head onto yours. Right there and then, even if I couldn't make it out a 100% over the sound of the waves, the motor from the boat, and the peace that had fallen over me, you said it. "I love you too". My head instantly bounced up: "what?!" I smile, as you also laugh and point out the sharks that you just spotted. Typical Niklas, talking about sharks when he wants to change to topic. Though, it doesn't change the fact that you said it back to me. And even if you are still debating what it means to love someone, maybe you felt the same way that I did right there, on the two front seats of this boat. There wasn't a way for me to explain why I felt the way I did. I just know. For me, it doesn't have to be based on facts. "Okay, so, I really appreciate what he did for me and I feel super safe, appreciated and good. So, in convlusion, that must mean that I love him". I am more of the feeling type. I felt overwhelmed by love for you right there and then. Maybe you felt the same, and told me that you love me too, even if you aren't factually sure that that means. Either way. I will remember you saying it. 24th of October, 3 days after my bday and 8 days before our one year anniversary. I know you only say things you mean, and if you didn't want to say it back, I gave you the options. "Don't say it back", I said the first time that I said I love you. After a short second, I said it again, and even if I didn't realize it, gave you the opportunity to say it back to me. Might not be that big of a deal to you, but as you might know, lol, it is a pretty big deal to me.
So. Baby. It seems impossible to word. But damn. You treated me like a princess. And Gash. I love you, so, so friggin much. No words. I am excited to spend so much more time with you in our future. Endless kisses to you, my love.
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0alix0 Ā· 1 day ago
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Rook's backgrounds make no sense or gatekeeping is good, actually
It's didn't sit well with me ever since bioware admitted that all 6 background for Rook can be played by any race you choose
Looking back at Origins it's clear why most of the backgrounds were race-specific. Not only it provided a better understanding of the separate cultures (you wouldn't really understand what dwarfs are about if you were able to play as a surface dwarf commoner) it also established the rules of the world (elves are opressed, you can't become a queen/king cuz the nobles will riot, humans colonize them and inforce their religion and rules on everyone, dwarfs are considered weird)
Now, looking at the veilguard, I can't help but ask:
How can a fully grown dalish with vallaslin be a crow? They buy slaves as a way to get more assassins, usually elves, children, so they could easier ruin their psyche. why the hell would a dalish stand for it?
How can a qunari be a Gray Warden? Wardens don't discriminate, sure, but this far, we haven't even heard of a qunari warden. Rook should be a legend, Rook should be questioned at actually being a warden by NPCs, OR sit in some Warden outpost and being studied by their mages, because no one actually knows how Blight and joining might work with Kossith body instead of running around with Varric.
Veiljumpers were organized by dalish, right? Then why in the world would a human be allowed to join? How and why did they change their minds to accept literally anyone, even if it's a potential threat/thief(Morrigan)/zealot/etc..?
How can a dwarf, someone who isn't even connected to the fade be a Veiljumper?
How can a dwarf be a part of the Mourn Watch? A Mortalitasi, an exclusively MAGE order? What can they even do?? Preform a non magical mummifications with herbs and salts like Egyptians did? Sweep the mausoleum? Be some sort of a funeral organizer/lawyer/genealogist? That could've been really interesting if only the game actually bothered to say anything about it. It did not
"Well it's up to your headcanons!" then why make the backgrounds in the first place??? They don't matter anyway!
I mean, obviously it was just a way to promote the game to older fans. Look, the backstories! The thing you've been craving for is back in game! Only they forgot what actually made them so great. The most important part. They mattered, they created a basis for my character. They gave them families, connections. They changed the way my character is perceived (elves in general) and what they can do plotwise (become a monarch/paragon).
I don't fucking care if 3-5 NPCs might have some additional dialogues for me, cuz they don't matter anyway. I don't even know these people, i never met them before, my character did, but I didn't. And now I don't care enough to know. like, i'm playing as a mourn watcher, but before going to Nevarra i barely knew anything about them, and what i know now is still rather surface level shit
Let alone the fact that all the backgrounds are practically the same. You pissed off some influencial people by doing good and was send away. Bravo.
........if this post gets one like I'm writing my own ideas for DA4 protagonist's backgrounds
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cookies-in-chees Ā· 3 days ago
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I wish those Mouthwashing fans would stop attacking everyone who draws Anya as pregnant. First of all I'm pretty sure (Im not an abortion expert so I might be wrong) even if they got back to Earth safely Anya would be too far along to get one so it's not realistic but that's not even my main issue.
Mouthwashing is a PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR GAME that is about people's bodily autonomy being stripped away from them. Yes Anya could kill that thing in a perfect world, but the world of Mouthwashing is very specifically not a perfect world and Anya's pregnancy is incredibly important to the narrative. "But they said it was a good ending au" ok and usually Curly is still severely burned, obviously this is a good RELATIVE TO CANON AU, not the sunshine, rainbows and baby bunnies au.
Anya's pregnancy is the catalyst for everything that happens in the story. While yes there are definitely pro-lifers who are making content like that to push their agenda, that's not where most of this is coming from, and attacking random who people are drawing psychological horror art for the psychological horror game for it just makes you look like an asshole.
I know "Drawing something doesn't mean you condone it irl" Is largely used in shipping discourse but I feel like Mouthwashing fans should be able to understand that "Exploring dark/depressing themes in art, especially fan art of a game like Mouthwashing, does not mean that you think that this is the best possible situation in the real world"
Edit: Also (while I don't think people who do this are bad or media illiterate) I feel like just saying "Well in my AU Anya can just abort that thing and everyone else who does it differently is wrong" kinda misses the point of Mouthwashing. As I said Mouthwashing is a game about the horror of losing bodily autonomy and how these men have failed Anya, it is incredibly important to the narrative and horror of the game that Anya is forced to keep the baby.Ā 
Obviously, I think people should be allowed to write AUā€™s where Anya has the choice of getting rid of the baby because it is a nice alternate universe but to me at least it feels like a bit of a cop-out. These auā€™s actively reject one of the main themes of this game and the creators tend to (not all of them, just some) act like they are better than everyone else who tries to engage with it because conveniently getting rid of one of the most important parts of the game's story and horror makes them feel better even if it ruins the narrative. Donā€™t get me wrong making an AU so you can feel better is great, I do that all the time, but you shouldnā€™t be harassing people for doing things differently. (Oh yeah and harassing people over AUā€™s is extremely childish and gross)
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invisiblemelonmoose Ā· 2 days ago
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Agreeing and adding to this, it's all about critical thinking and reapplying knowledge to different fields. This is why reading comprehension is super important outside of school and reading books.
What is this job really asking for and can the skills you've acquired translate?
If you've had front and back facing retail experience, you can translate a lot of that into a lot of other fields quite easily.
Dealing with rude customers and shitty coworkers? That's working with difficult personalities and being able to work with others in a team setting.
Putting away inventory or memorizing food orders (both recording and making)? Strong memorization and the ability to follow a standard operating procedure (and deviate when necessary/required).
Regularly keeping areas clean? Maintenance of work station.
If you're having trouble parcing out how your current job might apply to a future one, break it down to its most basic point. If you have any certifications, even if not related to the field you're applying for, it shows dedication and willingness to study as well as proof of understanding materials.
Heck, if you know how to use a desktop computer and turn it off and on again, you may already be leagues ahead of your average computer user. Knowing which operating system you use, how to type, these are basic skills that are still highly valued.
I can Google computer issues or just read and toggle options which in itself has made me honorary IT to my supervisor and made more valuable to him than some of the guys who have been working there for 20+ years. (I also know how to follow direction and am willing to acknowledge and follow new procedures rather than complain that I've been doing things the same way for two decades, but that's something else altogether).
You can do this with your hobbies, too. Just figure out which parts you can actually use (i.e. commitments to long term projects and ability to plan, thinking creatively and adjust to unexpected outcomes/issues, etc etc).
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a-student-out-of-time Ā· 2 days ago
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An Important Reminder In Trying Times
Hey everyone, Mod Bubbles here.
I know that I've said over and over that I don't like talking about politics on here, but I really feel the need to say this:
This Is Not The End.
I understand things probably seem really bleak right now. A lot of people are going to be hurt by this, and the sheer amount of fearmongering and worst case scenarios are inescapable. But the country and the world are not going to change overnight. To be honest, it may not change very much at all in the next four years. I'm not a political scientist, so I can't tell you that for sure. There's a lot to be concerned about.
What I can tell you, as a student of history, is this: not only have we survived this once, we have survived this every time.
Think about it this way: every single tyrant, every single right-wing representative, every single emperor and colonial power, every corporate scumbag and power-hungry lunatic. No matter how many of them have ever come to power, held onto power, and tried to make themselves seem invincible, not a single one has ever held back humanity's progress and not a single one has proven to be invincible.
There were countries throughout history, especially in the 20th century, that fell under brutal dictatorships and saw countless lives lost. Did the people just give up and accept it? Fuck no they didn't. They fought back. Many of them lived to see democracy restored to their lands in their lifetimes, or fought to see it restored in their children's.
From Europe to Latin America, while many countries still have their issues, they endured and their people have survived. Their governments were not invincible, just as none ever have been.
Regardless of the outcome of this election, the world will go on. People will not just roll over and accept whatever horrible things happen, the fight will continue and we will do everything in our power to carry on as we always have. We'll carry on to achieve bigger and better things.
Let me also be clear: if you feel the need to cry, please cry. If you're afraid, don't pretend you're not. If you're angry, allow yourself to feel that anger. But if you're seriously contemplating giving up or hurting yourself, please don't.
You may hear all this news and ask yourself, "Bubbles, what's the point? What can I do about all this?" I've felt that way too, I have for a long time. I understand completely. It's scary and overwhelming, but I'll tell you exactly what you can do to fight against that: you can be kind.
Do you want to know where the most tangible change in the world begins? It's never at the top. It begins with people like us on a communal level, where we reach out to help others. Whether that means we help our neighbors, our friends, or any strangers we can.
Going out of your way to start fights, looking for someone to blame based on the flimsiest justifications, and just being cruel because you're angry, those aren't how you change anything. Those just add to the problem.
Here's just some ideas on what you can do instead:
Get away from the news, stop doomscrolling, mute doomers, and turn the TV and news apps off. This will get you out of a negative feedback loop that'll make you feel worse and more powerless, which is what they're designed to do in order to maximize traffic.
Remember to eat, sleep, brush your teeth, take a shower, take your meds, and do everything else you need to do to stay healthy.
If you or someone else really feel like leaving the country for your own safety is best, you can still work do so. But please don't convince yourself that if you can't, it's over.
Give back to people as much as you can. Show the people in your life who support you that you care, and that all that they do for you matters.
Donate to good causes you believe in.
Stand up to bullshit whenever you see it.
Do not give up on your dreams and ambitions. One bad leader does not mean your future automatically ends. Stop worrying about any potential apocalypse in the future, because you can do that even on the best days, and instead work toward a future that you CAN achieve.
There's this pervasive and very inaccurate idea that it's only the president who gets to enforce policies on the country. This ignores governors, the House of Representatives, Congress, mayors, and the countless other leaders involved. And it ignores you.
You do not have to spend the next 3 years and 364 days doing nothing but feeling miserable. In fact, that's the last thing you should do. Fear and despair are the weapons they wield, and they only have as much power as you allow them to have over you.
If your view of politics is that you just have to vote for the "right one" and then everything will be utopian, or that if people vote for the wrong one" then we're headed for a terrible dystopian nightmare, I have to tell you that that is incredibly reductionist and also very dumb. I can also tell you from personal experience that it's not them who make the real changes where it's needed.
A friend sent me a video that really opened my eyes on this situation: Adam Conover, the guy behind Adam Ruins Everything, said he's not worried about all this. Why? Because he and some friends were able, through their own power, to make real positive changes in their community. They were able to bring homelessness down in their district by over 38% through their own efforts.
And he's right that, as a silver lining to all this, it made more Americans than ever take a stand against all the horrible shit they were seeing and get involved with solutions.
Speaking from my own experiences as well, when Hurricane Helene devastated my area, it wasn't the politicians who came and repaired roads and power lines, it wasn't them who brought in food and supplies to everyone, and it wasn't them who worked tirelessly to save people still in need. It was everyone in our local communities.
The people at the top have never really cared about anything more than your money and your vote, but the people around you care more than you may believe they would. Hell, even strangers on the internet care more than you'd believe.
Now, even if you've made it this far, you may be wondering "What about when he starts outlawing and banning things?" To that, I say look at Prohibition and see how well that went. Politicians have only ever operated under the idea that banning something will make it go away, and it always does the exact opposite. And if you're still worried, you can get involved with organizations that fight to support these things being available and regulated.
But by now, you may also be wondering "What if I can't get involved? What if I'm too young or I don't have the money, or my parents won't let me?"
Then just be kind.
Stop looking for enemies to blame. Don't martyr yourself for some nebulous cause or the idea that your suffering increasing means the rest of the suffering in the world will go down. Don't torture yourself by telling yourself that you didn't do enough.
Show compassion, show support, show love and genuine care toward people who need it, including yourself.
"But there's so many shitty people in this country and the world, why should I-" Stop thinking that way. This isn't about them, this is about you and how you can make a difference. There will probably always be shitheads and power-hungry morons, but that does not negate the fact that you can choose to be different. You can choose to be kind.
Kindness is a sword that you have to learn how to wield. Wield it responsibly and use it to help others. No matter how small or insignificant it may be, YOU DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
I say all this as a 29-year-old who spent most of his life feeling scared and miserable about so many current events, convincing myself I'm useless and selfish because I was worried about so much and I hated myself for all of it. And I've decide I'm not going to do that anymore.
During the last right-wing era, I managed to help build a whole community out of my love for Danganronpa. I created friendships, relationships, and there are people alive right now because I chose to do so. Because I chose to use that community for kindness. I want to keep building from there by going into streaming and reaching out to more people.
I won't lie to you and say that I'm not scared, because I am. But I'm also not going to let fear change who I am. I want us all to be better to ourselves and others, because that is how you defeat hate. It starts with you.
And if you're still concerned, let me share with you a quote from The Great Dictator, a movie made in 1940, when World War II wasn't even at its height yet:
To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perishā€¦
Please take care of yourselves out there, everyone. We'll get through this, just as we always have.
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universallydestinytaco Ā· 2 days ago
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To anyone understandably upset about the election.
Yes, the orange man is back inā€¦. BUT hereā€™s the thing: we survived him before.
I seen it all: he hyped up how he was going to reverse the legalization of gay marriage and building that stupid wall, but he never got to do either. Letā€™s put it this way: Project 2025 is his new ā€œthe wallā€, as in a project greatly hyped up by idiots and feared by smart and kind people only to never happen; Itā€™s also important to know that during Bidenā€™s time in office, there has also been a shit ton of anti-LGBTQ+ laws and bills proposed and he didnā€™t do shit about any of it (plus heā€™s for Israel anyways so he doesnā€™t exactly have a moral compass to speak of to begin with), it isnā€™t up to whoeverā€™s President to define our rights and visibility, itā€™s up to US to speak out and use our voices to stop the bigoted forces that be! Donā€™t believe me? Some states that passed the anti trans bills reversed it because too many people bitched about it! I am speaking from personal experience tuning into the news over the years and four years later weā€™re gonna see history repeat: Project 2025 wonā€™t even happen, the suckers who voted Trump will regret voting for him and be disappointed all over again (really they should have learned their lesson LAST time) and this country will swing blue to avoid the catastrophe that was Trump, again.
If you are a terrified LGBT+ kid scared of losing the right to be yourself: please, donā€™t, those brave souls who fought in the Stonewall riots during a time where queer rights where unheard of where able to make a change! Whatā€™s preventing us from fighting back during a time like this? Keep standing up for what you believe in. šŸ’•
(Yes, I am aware someoneā€™s gonna point out that he greenlit the decision to trans people from serving the military and I understand that is very disrespectful to trans veterans, as a trans person who is anti-war, I donā€™t think ANYONE should serve the military)
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gamblersdoll Ā· 2 days ago
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vampire! reader, grinding, masturbation, izuku has a crush on reader, blood mention and themes.
izuku knew he had a big crush on you.
and its not the fact because of the way you look, but because of the fact that you were a bloodsucking demon. sure, he understands the meaning and importance, but something within him just said ā€˜i wouldnt mind being bitten.ā€™
its why he even offered in the first place, simply saying ā€˜its because he wants to understand your quirk better,ā€™ (whats there more to learn? you were a vampire) but mostly because he had the right to know.. and he feels dirty for it. he feels dirty for essentially lying about his reason for you biting him, but he couldnt help it.
it also didnt help when you got a lust, (lust for blood causes a deadly craving, needing four liters of blood to even be satisfiedā€” and once you hit satisfaction, came lust arousal.) that you sheltered yourself from the world. you felt disgusted, but guess what?
izuku was always there.
ā€œso.. how do you want to do this again?ā€ you weakly say, licking your lips constantly to wet them and prepare for regret and his rejection.
ā€œjust.. bite me? i guess?ā€ he smiled, tilting his head to the side and nodding. ā€œits okay, you dont have to do this if you dont want to.ā€ you nod to his words, your jaw opens and your fangs sink into his supple skin.
he whimpered for a second, a hand on your hip and hes biting himself to keep quietā€¦ fuck he was a bad friend, only thinking of the sexual aspect, not the fact he actually wanted to help you. and he only volunteered because he had the amount you could survive off of for at least three days without regressing. he feels your hips move, a surprise look on his face and hes trying so hard not to moan your name. ā€œhā€”hey..ā€ you donā€™t respond, fangs still in his neck and hes trying to hold your hips, but you had stronger hips. and after maybe thirty minutesā€¦ you were fine.
ā€œtā€”thank you,ā€ you praise, eyes lidded and hazy.
ā€œno problem..ā€ he blushed, immediately taking off from your room. there was a problemā€” the fact that he just got hard from you sinking teeth into his flesh. it doesnt even sound right, him into something sadistic like this? it sounded better in his head than outloud.
but he couldnt help himself to not jerk himself off to the thought, his mind racing back to the moment you even looked his ways.. breathed his air. ā€œfuck..ā€ he groans out, pressing himself on the other side of his door and tugging his cock numb. ā€œmy god..ā€ he whispered, leaning to spit on his cock and press two fingers against the wounds. ā€œfuckā€” you fucking dirty slut.ā€ he felt weird calling you that.. but in some regard, you were.. you had to know he was in love with you, right?
he plays with the slit of his tip, eyes rolling and a guttural moan ripples through his voice.
he pressed harder, the pain ripples through his body and sends shocks to his chest and his balls at that. ā€œyoure so damn nasty,ā€ he says, thinking to himself about how you could be on your knees like this, looking up through your eyelashes, your pupils slit and looking at him like he could be potentially preyā€”
ā€œyoung midoriya, you in there?ā€ a familiar voiceā€” fuck, it was almight. he scatters to pull his sweats up and tie them, fixing himself and shouting a ā€˜be there in a sec!ā€™
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daisymbin Ā· 2 days ago
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secrets to a furball! - moon junhui
warnings: none!
pairings: moon junhui x reader
genre: a tipsy moon junhui &....a cat
wc: 1k
drunken confessions series
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a rowdy night evolved into a night of peaceful quiet as you half carry a very tipsy jun back to your apartment where heā€™d insisted on coming just to see your cat. ā€œi swear, i just need to say hi to him,ā€ heā€™d grumbled with a pout as youā€™d guided him gently inside.
your cat perked up as you settled jun on the couch, its tail flicking lazily as it watched him with mild curiosity. ā€œstay put,ā€ you said softly, trying not to laugh at how adorably determined jun looked. ā€œiā€™m grabbing you some water and painkillers.ā€
he nodded, his gaze already focused on your cat with a warm, tipsy smile. you were only gone a few moments, but when you came back to the living room, you stopped just short of the doorway, his familiar murmuring voice reaching your ears. and this time, the words he was saying in mandarin sent a spark of surprise through you.
ever since heā€™d learned you had a gotten a kitten, jun had taken to talking to the little fluffball in mandarin, laughingly explaining that it was never too early for anyone to learn a second language; even if that someone was a cat. heā€™d joke about how one day, your cat would probably start meowing back in perfect chinese.
and so, with minghaoā€™s help, youā€™d secretly been learning mandarin too. youā€™d told yourself it was just so you could understand what jun was saying to your cat; those playful, soft words that were spoken just for the two of them. but over time, you realized just how much youā€™d wanted to understand him, not just in language, but in every way possible.
"ä½ ēŸ„é“ęˆ‘ęœ‰å¤šå–œę¬¢å„¹å—?" ("do you know how much i like her?") he asked, his tone barely above a whisper, like he was confessing to your cat something heā€™d kept hidden from the rest of the world.
your heart skipped a beat. you hadnā€™t expected anything serious & certainly not this.
your cat blinked, uninterested, but jun continued, undeterred. "ꈑęÆę¬”ēœ‹åˆ°å„¹," he murmured, "ꈑåæƒēœŸēš„č·³å¾—å¾ˆåæ«ā€ ("every time I look at her, my heart beats so fast.")
you stilled, holding your breath as he sighed, his words full of a longing heā€™d never shared with you. it was like heā€™d poured every ounce of his heart into the drunken confession to this tiny, unimpressed audience of one.
ā€œęˆ‘å–œę¬¢å„¹ å–œę¬¢åˆ°åæ«č¦ē–Æäŗ†,ā€ ("i like her so much iā€™m going crazy.") he mumbled, his tone lighthearted but with a hint of something sadder under it, almost like he was trying to laugh off his own confession, whispering it to your cat as if it was some silly secret.
you swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral as you stepped back into the room and set the water down in front of him. ā€œtalking to my cat again?ā€ you asked, slipping into a teasing tone to hide the way your heart was racing.
jun jumped slightly, turning to you with wide eyes and a sheepish laugh. ā€œoh, yeah, justā€¦practicing mandarin with him,ā€ he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy grin.
ā€œyouā€™re so dedicated,ā€ you replied, smiling as you took a seat beside him. ā€œmy cat is very lucky to have you as his teacher.ā€
jun laughed softly, rubbing his eyes like he was trying to shake off his own embarrassment. ā€œwell, heā€™s a good listener,ā€ he joked, glancing away as if trying to hide his own vulnerability. ā€œdoesnā€™t judge meā€¦ or my silly, terrible secrets.ā€
"oh?ā€ you murmured, tilting your head. ā€œand what kind of secrets would you be telling him?"
he stiffened, his fingers stilling mid-scratch on the catā€™s head. "justā€¦ sillyā€¦terribleā€¦things. nothing important." he repeated, not letting up.
but the way he avoided your gaze, the way his hand trembled just slightly, told you otherwise.
ā€œyou know, jun,ā€ you said softly, your gaze fixed on him, ā€œsometimes itā€™s easier to tell a friend than a cat.ā€
his gaze flickered to yours, a hint of hope mingling with the apprehension in his eyes. he swallowed, his throat bobbing as he seemed to consider it, his usual playful confidence nowhere to be found.
ā€œi justā€¦ā€ he trailed off, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the roomā€™s stillness. ā€œi guess I'm just scared.ā€
ā€œif I tell you a secret, will you tell me yourself what you told my cat?ā€
ā€œthat depends on if your secret holds the same value as mine,ā€ he laughed, ā€œwhat if you tell me a silly secret likeā€¦.you just farted or something?ā€
it's always so easy with jun, laughing like this at midnight, ā€œno i didnt just fart you dork! my secret is that....i've been learning mandarin from minghao for the past 8 months....& that i also heard what you said to my cat.ā€
he froze, the color draining from his face as realization dawned. his mouth opened slightly before closing again, his gaze shifting as he processed your words. slowly, he met your eyes, the unspoken confession hanging between you.
ā€œyou heard all of that?ā€ he whispered, his face a mix of shock and something else, something deeper.
ā€œi did,ā€ you said softly, leaning closer. ā€œ& if you asked me, I don't think your secret is silly or terrible at all.ā€
jun blinked, a slow smile breaking through his shock as he processed your words, the last of his shyness melted away. ā€œyou really think so?ā€ he asked as he reached for your hand, his fingers warm and tentative as they curled around yours. ā€œif your secret is silly & terrible, then mine is too.ā€
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azsazz Ā· 3 days ago
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Dead by Dawn (Part 17)
Azriel x Cassian x Reader
Summary:Ā Zombie!AU: Itā€™s been a while since the end of the world.
Warnings:Ā Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death,
Word Count: 3058
(Part 1)Ā (Part 2)Ā (Part 3)Ā (Part 4)Ā (Part 5)Ā (Part 6)Ā (Part 7)Ā (Part 8)Ā (Part 9)Ā (Part 10)Ā (Part 11)Ā (Part 12)Ā (Part 13)Ā (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16)
Notes:Ā heyyyy what do you know, i found it in me to get this part out. im proud.
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Day 195 Part 3
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You never been one to throw caution to the wind, but with what sits before you, the urge is strong.
Animals were one of the first things to go when disease swept across the world, which is why itā€™s so difficult not to pick up the juicy chicken breast thatā€™s steaming on the plate in front of you, and completely ravage it.
Your mouth waters at the sight. There are greens, too. A blend of spinach and vegetables cooked to perfection in animal fat. Itā€™s the first real meal youā€™ve seen inā€¦fuck you donā€™t even know how long itā€™s been since youā€™ve seen real meat like this, nor food that wasnā€™t expired and from a can.
The only thing keeping your restraint in place is your companions' determination. The sprinkle of common sense that hasnā€™t fizzled into a ravenous beast at the scent of your meal is easy to overlook, but Azrielā€™s menacing presence beside you isnā€™t. His back is ramrod straight in his own seat, and the food doesnā€™t seem to be affecting him in the slightest. Heā€™s undeterred by their taunts. Instead, his woody eyes drink in your surroundings for the umpteenth time, as if there might be a hint as to whatā€™s really going on here.Ā 
On your other side, youā€™re flanked by Cassian, who does look like heā€™s struggling to keep himself from sinking his teeth into the juicy thigh on his plate, however little it might be. Itā€™s more than heā€™s had to eat in days, months, and he wants it so fucking badly.
In fact, no oneā€™s touching their food, which is a red flag of itself, but your head is swimming at the smells, your stomach a mess of knots that loosen at the idea of food, and tighten at the thought of where your best friend could be.
Youā€™re also a little afraid, if youā€™re being honest, of getting sick should you eat something thisā€¦real after having gone so long without.
Nesta watches you from across the table with a piercing stare. Thereā€™s a malice youā€™ve become accustomed to being fed in the little time youā€™ve known her. You understand that sheā€™s worried for her sister, out there with little protection, but youā€™re worried too. You feel as if Feyre is your sister as well. Youā€™ve been winning your own little war against the undead for too long to remember.
At her side is who you can only decern to be her lover, Eris. You ponder their relationship, what you saw in the woods. Perhaps theyā€™re nothing more than companions, but with the way the auburn-haired man keeps stealing glances at her, worry etched in his brow, you know there must be more.
The chair beside Eris is filled with a near clone of him. They have twin eyes and looks of caution on their fox-shaped faces. The unnamed man wears his hair long down his back, a single braid hangs down the side of his face. Itā€™s not a nice one, practiced, but messy, like whoever put it there was distracted more often than not during styling. The only differentiator is the color of their skin, because even the shape of their eyes and their stature is eerily similar. Itā€™s clear that they are nothing like their scumbag of a father, and the thought of Beron alone makes you shiver in your seat.
Thereā€™s an empty seat beside him, and you canā€™t help the stab of guilt you feel at the sight of it. You donā€™t know if theyā€™ve lost someone important to their little unit they have going on here, or if thereā€™s a reason for the unoccupied seat.
Cassianā€™s stomach growls loudly, breaking the terse silence.Ā 
ā€œEverything is safe to eat, I can assure you,ā€ Eris mentions after clearing his throat. Nesta shoots him a look that could make even a zombie cower, but he must be used to it because he takes the betraying look with grace, gently settling a palm onto her lap.
Nesta doesnā€™t shove it away like you expect her to. Instead, her lips go razor thin. The pair stare at each other so intensely that you feel like youā€™re intruding on something monumental.
Eventually, Nesta breaks. With a sharp inhalation, she turns her gaze to you. She doesnā€™t look happy, but at least she doesnā€™t look like she wants to reach across the table and maul you for losing her sister.
ā€œEat,ā€ she all but demands. She cringes, grits her teeth, and adds like the words are truly poison in her mouth, ā€œPlease.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ll excuse us if we donā€™t trust you,ā€ Azriel replies curtly. Your eyes soften as they land on him, even if his gaze is trained on your hosts. Weeks ago, heā€™d been wary of you, and now heā€™s here protecting you from the outsiders that are holding you captive.
Youā€™ve never been so thankful for him, and you remind yourself to thank him for it later.
ā€œDonā€™t eat, then.ā€ Nesta shrugs as if his words donā€™t bother her in the slightest. Your whereabouts of Feyre seem to have caught her off guard because right now she is the perfect poise of excellence. Her nature could give any queen a run for their crown.
Sheā€™s the first one to dig into her meal. She uses the cutlery as if theyā€™re weapons, tearing into the meat with a force that has you praying to any higher being that Feyre and Rhys are on their way to you, because you do not want to be on the other end of Nestaā€™s knife.
Your eyes flicker back down to your plate, to the shiny silverware placed on either side of your plate. Hell, youā€™re not even sure you remember how to use them anymore, with how long youā€™ve had to make do on the road.
ā€œPlease, eat,ā€ Eris counters with a stern look that doesnā€™t affect Nesta in the slightest. Eris motions to his brother and they both pick up their forks, as if trying to show you everything is okay.
ā€œI donā€™t trust the animals, either,ā€ Azriel responds.
ā€œHow about the vegetables, then?ā€ Eris offers, and you think you catch a glint of pleading in his amber eyes. You think heā€™s trying to keep things civil and calm for Nestaā€™s sake. Youā€™re sure sheā€™s worried to pieces about her littlest sister out there when the sun is so close to hiding away for another night of hell. ā€œThe animals are perfectly healthy, though I assure you the food will not go to waste if you donā€™t eat it.ā€
ā€œHow are they safe?ā€ Cassian questions, grimacing down at the meat. You know that he out of everyone in your little group needs it the most. Youā€™ve seen his protruding ribs only yesterday, and with him being the biggest in your group, he needs the nutrients more than anyone.
A sudden urge of protectiveness washes over you. You want him safe and healthy, want both him and Azriel safe and happy, and you wish more than anything that you could give it to them.
Only time will tell.
Eris gives a very diplomatic response. ā€œMy family has owned this land for generations,ā€ he starts, and you donā€™t like to think of how he is Beronā€™s son. It makes all of the desperation to eat, subside. ā€œWe have been raising and breeding our own meat and dairy for just as long. They have never showed signs of disease, but perhaps itā€™s because they live a life unknowing of what goes on in this world.ā€ Youā€™re not following, but Eris continues before your confusion causes you to blurt out questions.
ā€œMy brotherā€”Lucien,ā€ he nods toward his brother beside him. ā€œTakes care of them. When our father first heard the mumblings of a pandemic so devastating, the world as we knew it would never be the same, he built a bunker of sorts, where we continue to monitor and raise our animals to this day.ā€
ā€œThat was about the only smart thing he ever did,ā€ Lucien mumbles, looking green at the mention of his father.
You get the feeling.
Azriel says, ā€œYeah, weā€™ve had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting the bastard.ā€
Lucienā€™s utensils fall to the table with a clang that startles you in your seat. He looks sick to his stomach, his ying-yang eyes drawn down to his plate in shame. His shoulders are stiff and heā€™s gone so still you think he might be comatose, turning into a zombie right in front of your very eyes.
ā€œYouā€™ve met him?ā€ Lucien asks, and he sounds like a little boy, reliving a trauma so ghastly that itā€™s altered his brain chemistry.
ā€œMet him, killed him,ā€ Azriel shrugs as if it was no big feat. Your stomach roils at the memory and you must look paler than normal because Cassianā€™s placing a. warm hand over yours in comfort. Azrielā€™s brashness isnā€™t new to you, but the reminder is too fresh. You try to focus on your hand in Cassianā€™s, offering him a weak smile.
The tension in the air seems to disperse with Azrielā€™s words. Youā€™re pretty sure you see Lucienā€™s shoulders physically drop in relief, like he feels the same way you do about his father. Eris sits in his seat, stunned, but he doesnā€™t look upset about the news, he looks more disappointed, like he missed out on being the one to kill the crazy cannibal.
ā€œWell, I think this calls for the good wine,ā€ Nesta says, and you swear you see the corners of her mouth threaten to tug into a satisfied smirk.
She glances at you from across the table, and you pick up your fork.
You hope that this is the first of many things that you will agree with her on.
There is little conversation while you eat. Azrielā€™s brows are drawn in tight, and his mouth is set in a hard line. He keeps glancing over at you with a scolding heat in his eyes, but thereā€™s a sliver of worry that makes you ache, like he thinks you might keel over from the chicken.
If you do, youā€™re not even sure youā€™ll be mad. Itā€™s good fucking chicken.
You try to savor it, to eat slowly so that your body doesnā€™t reject the first real meal youā€™ve had in forever, but you can hardly control yourself. You feel like a rabid animal, hungry enough to gnaw your own arm off. You wonder if this is what the zombies outside feel like, an insatiable hunger, or if theyā€™re so mindless they donā€™t feel anything at all.
You reckon you have only minutes before the food makes its reappearance, but you canā€™t find it in yourself to care when you slide your silverware onto your empty plate, trying to deter yourself from leaning forward and licking it clean.
Cassian has no such reservations.
ā€œHow long has it been since youā€™ve tried to contact my sister?ā€ Nesta asks when the three of you have finished. Even Azriel couldnā€™t help but clear his plate, though he did take the longest of the three of you, more than mindful of your captors.
It makes your heart swell that he has kept an eye out for you and Cassian.
Azriel and Cassian share a look over your head, debating how much to indulge. But this is Feyreā€™s sister, and they want to find her and Rhys just as much, so they relent.
ā€œWe tried getting through to them this afternoon, before we ran into you,ā€ Cassian explains. ā€œThey were too far out of range.ā€
ā€œCall them again,ā€ she demands, and Eris opens his mouth to protest but Nesta is clearly done with niceties. ā€œNo,ā€ she snaps at the man beside her. ā€œWe have given them a place to stay and a warm meal. Itā€™s time for them to do something in return.ā€
You donā€™t mention how you didnā€™t have a choice but to be here, and that they wouldnā€™t have had to give up their food if you were still wandering out in the woods, but your stomach is too full to argue that point.
Cassian tugs the walkie-talkie from his pocket and switches it on. The static is loud, and you all wait in anticipation until the signal calms a bit before he clicks the button on the side and makes the call. ā€œRhys? Feyre? Are you out there?ā€
Itā€™s like waiting for a cure as the six of you listen to the channel. Nothing comes through, and Cassian calls again, to no avail.
ā€œWeā€™ll keep trying,ā€ he says, a determined look in his eye. Youā€™re pretty sure thatā€™s the only thing keeping Nesta in her seat, because she looks like she will reach across the table and stab you with her knife.
Movement in the corner of your eye makes you flinch. Cassianā€™s arm reaches out to block you and Azrielā€™s already halfway out of his seat, ready to tear you away from the threat that stumbles into the doorway.
The threat comes in the form of what must be Feyreā€™s other sister, Elain. She looks ghastly, skin as white as sheet, and as well-fed as Erisā€™ claims them to be, sheā€™s all skin and bones. Her brown eyes are dull and sunken, purple-rimmed as if she hasnā€™t had a peaceful night of sleep in years. Her blonde-brown hair sits limp on her head, knotted at the back, as if sheā€™s been drained of all of the health in her life.
She looks like a zombie.
Nesta jumps from her chair at the same time Lucien does, the both of them rushing for Elain. Lucien gets to her first, catching her just as her knees give out and scooping her into his arms. Her head lolls against his chest as if the effort to keep it upright is a burden too much, but her dazed gaze sharpens when it lands on you.
Youā€™re frozen in your seat. You have no words for what youā€™re seeing, the sickly girl who looks closer to death than a zombie. Your heart pounds a thousand miles a minute in your chest, and your fingers are white-knuckled with confusion and fear where theyā€™re wrapped around Cassianā€™s forearm.
Elainā€™s brown eyes widen in a way that looks unnatural for her once beautiful face. Her cracked lips form husky words that are so ominous it has the hair on your body standing on end.
ā€œTwin ravens are coming, one white and one black. One has an injured wing.ā€
Lucien hushes her softly, murmuring to her as he removes her from the room. ā€œShh, Elain. Letā€™s get you back to bed, petal. You shouldnā€™t be expending so much energy until youā€™re feeling better.ā€
Guilt stabs you a thousand times over as he takes her away. It doesnā€™t take long for you to connect the dots with what youā€™ve seen. How sickly she looks, the faraway look and ramblings that donā€™t make sense.
ā€œWhen did it happen?ā€ You blurt, eyes darting from a stoney-faced Nesta to a grimacing Eris to the door Lucien and Elain disappeared through. You donā€™t like the feeling that overcomes you, the one that wants you to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.
Something isnā€™t right here.
ā€œItā€™s late,ā€ Nesta states, looking between the three of you like sheā€™s deciding how sheā€™s going to kill each of you. You suppose she might, if she feels any sort of threat to her sister. For now, she needs you alive, if only to help find her other sister. She wonā€™t dump any of you out yet, unless you canā€™t prove your worth.
Not unless Feyre is dead.
Azriel tucks you carefully behind him, more than aware of the threat before you. You can tell that heā€™s just as confused as you are. Thereā€™s a tightness to his shoulders that you donā€™t like, an edge to the strain of his body that screams danger.
His mouth opens to speak, but heā€™s cut off by the sudden voice that comes over the walkie-talkie.
ā€œCassian? Azriel? Do you copy?ā€ Rhysā€™ panicked voice sounds through the machine. More than one emotion threatens to consume you, relief and worry. The full meal in your belly swarms like crashing waves, and you might just throw up after all.
Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta all lunge for the radio. Eris gets his hand around Nestaā€™s bicep and pulls her away, much to her reluctance. She claws against him but heā€™s only keeping her away from the three of you, still very much a threat.
Not that youā€™d be of any assistance should either party try to attack. Youā€™ve collapsed in the closest chair.
ā€œRhys?ā€ Cassian calls back, just as frantic. His terrified hazel eyes are locked with Azrielā€™s, and itā€™s all the black-haired boy can do to console Cassian with a reassuring hand to his shoulder. ā€œCan you hear me? Where the fuck are you?ā€
It wouldnā€™t mean much to Nesta, whoā€™s given up her struggling to listen into whatā€™s happening, but to Cassian, you know the touch means everything.
Anticipation skyrockets throughout the room, bringing the temperature up to boiling as you await his response. Each second feels like an eternity, and youā€™re sure the vein throbbing on Nestaā€™s forehead is about to explode when Rhysand finally responds.
It sounds like heā€™s running. You pray thatā€™s not a groan of the undead you hear in the background. ā€œFuck,ā€ he curses in such a hopeless way that makes your heart drop to the floor. Whatever heā€™s about to say, itā€™s not going to be good. ā€œI need you to come find us. I donā€™t know where the fuck we are, but we need help.ā€
Azriel rips the walkie-talkie from Cassianā€™s hand, ready to take the lead. He pockets one of the knives at the table and you canā€™t even muster the energy to joke about how a butterknife wonā€™t be the best weapon against a horde of zombies because youā€™re more than ready to follow him into the fray, sans weapons, if all to save your friends.
ā€œWhere are you, Rhys? I need landmarks.ā€
Ā ā€œAz,ā€ Rhys breathes, but he doesnā€™t sound relieved. In fact, he sounds spent, and thereā€™s no sign of Feyre on the other line. ā€œWe need help. Badly. Feyreā€™s been bitten.ā€
And hey, your dinner does make its reappearance after all.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN ā”ā” Home, For Christmas
ā˜† ā” pairing: hopkins!paige x oc (dani callan)
ā˜† ā” word count: 4.3K
ā˜† ā” warnings: subtle talks of daniā€™s bitchass homophobic dad whatā€™s new
ā˜† ā” links: my masterlist, take me to church masterlist
ā˜† ā” authorā€™s note: in honor of gameday šŸ«”sorry this took so long you guys!!!! hopefully the next one wonā€™t lol ALSO! yā€™all i wrote julia in for a reason, she will end up being important :)
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CHRISTMAS DAY at her grandparentsā€™ house is always cozy and warm, filled with laughter and the smell of cinnamon and pine. Daniā€™s family fills the living room, sprawled across couches, perched on armchairs, and gathered around the fireplace. Her aunts and uncles are trading stories, her little cousins are running around in holiday pajamas, and thereā€™s a pile of presents under the tree, each one wrapped in brightly colored paper.
Dani sits in the corner of the couch, balancing her youngest aunt Juliaā€™s newborn, Grey, in her lap. Sheā€™s been fawning over him all day, enchanted by his tiny fingers and the little yawns he lets out every now and then. His downy dark hair sticks up at odd angles, and his soft little hands rest against her arm as she holds him, his eyes drifting closed with that peaceful look babies seem to have mastered.
Julia, whoā€™s only twenty-five and just as warm and lovely as Dani remembers from her childhood, sits beside her, watching Dani with a smile. ā€œYouā€™ve got the magic touch, Dani,ā€ she says, nudging her gently. ā€œHe hasnā€™t fallen asleep for anyone else yet today.ā€
Dani grins, glancing down at Grey as he lets out a tiny sigh. ā€œGuess he knows Iā€™m his favorite already,ā€ she jokes, stroking the babyā€™s soft cheek.
Julia shifts a little, leaning back against the couch, and after a moment, she glances sideways at Dani. ā€œHowā€™s your dad been doing?ā€ she asks quietly, her tone careful.
Dani rolls her eyes, her expression slipping into something neutral. ā€œItā€™sā€¦ whatever,ā€ she says, keeping her voice low. ā€œWe donā€™t really talk much.ā€
Julia nods, understanding written all over her face. ā€œYeah. Me neither.ā€ Thereā€™s a heaviness to her voice, and Dani knows why. Julia is certainly not married to Greyā€™s father, him having left long before Grey was born. Itā€™s something that Daniā€™s dad has shamed Julia for, his conservative views casting his half sister as some kind of disgrace. Daniā€™s heard the things heā€™s said about herā€”heard him scoff at Juliaā€™s life choices like they were some kind of moral failure.
She looks at Julia, her heart aching for her. ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ Dani says quietly. ā€œHeā€™s like that with everything, not just you.ā€
Julia lets out a soft sigh, her gaze drifting to Grey, whoā€™s now fully asleep, his little face relaxed and peaceful. ā€œI know,ā€ she murmurs. ā€œBut it still sucks. I just wish he could seeā€¦ itā€™s not like I planned for things to turn out this way. But I love Grey. And I wouldnā€™t trade him for anything.ā€ She smiles down at her son, her expression soft and full of love. ā€œItā€™s just a difficult situation.ā€
Dani nods, her throat tight. ā€œYeah. I get it.ā€ She glances down at Grey, feeling the familiar warmth in her chest. She doesnā€™t understand why her dad has to be so harsh, so unwilling to forgive. Sheā€™s been on that side of things when her own secret came to light, and when that same judgment had been turned on her, it was terrible.
Dani adjusts her grip on Grey, who shifts a little in his sleep, tiny fingers curling around the edge of her sweater.
After a moment, Julia speaks again, her voice soft. ā€œSoā€¦ are you and Paige still not talking?ā€ she asks, her tone careful, but curious. ā€œLast I heard, you two werenā€™t friends anymore.ā€
Daniā€™s stomach tightens a little, her gaze shifting to the floor. Juliaā€™s met Paige plenty of timesā€”Paige was practically family, as far as her grandparents and aunts were concerned. Dani can still remember how much her mom adored Paige, how her mom used to say that Paige was the best thing to happen to her, that Paige brought out this light in her daughter that she hadnā€™t seen in anyone else. Itā€™s something that, in her quiet moments, Dani clings toā€”thinking that maybe her mom really would have understood her situation.
ā€œPaige was always so sweet,ā€ Julia continues, almost wistfully. ā€œAnd I remember how much your mom loved her, Dani. She always said Paige was the best friend you could ever have.ā€
Dani sighs, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on her. Her chest tightens with the urge to spill everythingā€”to tell Julia about how it was so much more than just friendship, how Paige is basically her entire world, how they love each other in a much different way than most know. Dani knows Julia isnā€™t homophobic, and she canā€™t imagine Julia judging her, especially after everything Julia herself has been through with her dad and such.
But the words catch in her throat. Her fear is too strong, a familiar, icy weight. She imagines what would happen if anything she said got back to her dad, even by accident. She remembers the camp, the isolation, the way it felt like she was being slowly erased. The thought of going back there makes her stomach twist with dread.
She takes a slow breath, then finally says, ā€œNo, weā€™re still not friends.ā€ Her voice is flat, and she hates how empty it sounds. ā€œAnd weā€™reā€¦ weā€™re not ever going to be friends again.ā€
Julia frowns, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Daniā€™s arm. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Dani. That must be so hard. Losing a friend like thatā€¦ I can only imagine.ā€
Dani just nods, swallowing back the ache in her throat. ā€œYeah,ā€ she murmurs, her gaze fixed on Grey, whoā€™s still blissfully asleep. ā€œIt is.ā€
Julia gives her a soft smile, a silent offer of comfort, but Dani barely notices, her mind drifting to thoughts of Paige. She feels like sheā€™s buried that love as deeply as she canā€”hidden it away in a place where her dad and the church canā€™t touch it.
And sheā€™s going to stay that way. Because that is what is going to keep it safe.
DANI SINKS into her blankets, watching Christmas Vacation play on her laptop, the warmth of the bed comforting against the bite of winter outside. Sheā€™d asked her dad to watch the movie with her, hoping for at least a little shared Christmas cheer, but heā€™d just brushed her off with a brief mutter of how tired he was. So here she is, alone, her room dimly lit, a quiet feeling of loneliness settling in.
The Griswold family is just finishing fitting their huge Christmas tree in their living room when Daniā€™s phone lights up beside her. She glances down and finds Paigeā€™s name on her screen. Her heart does a little flip as she picks it up, biting back a smile.
Paige ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
You home yet?
Dani ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
yeah i got home like an hour ago
Paige ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
you doing anything?
Dani pauses, glancing at her screen.
Dani ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
watching christmas vacation in my bed
She sends the message and internally cringes a little as she realizes how lonely it sounds.
ļæ¼Paigeļæ¼ ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
By yourself?
Come over and watch it with me and my fam
Dani laughs softly, rolling her eyes. Of course Paige wouldnā€™t let her stay alone, not tonight. Paige always has that unwavering energy, that impulsive streak that Dani has never been able to resist.
Dani ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
paige my dadā€™s home
Paige ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
Sneak out!!!
Iā€™ll come get you by your window
Dani stares at the screen, a little stunned, a little thrilled. Her fingers hover over the screen, her thumb hesitating over the keyboard.
Dani ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
youā€™re insane
Paige ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
And yet ur not saying no šŸ˜šŸ˜
A grin tugs at Daniā€™s lips, and she feels her pulse quicken. She glances at her door, hoping and praying for her sake that her dad was true on his word and that heā€™s asleep, then quietly swings her legs off the bed. Closing her laptop, she grabs her thickest hoodie from her chair, pulling it over her head. She finds her Uggs under the bed, slipping them on and making her way to the window, heart pounding in anticipation. Her fingers fumble a bit as she undoes the lock, the cold air hitting her face the moment she slides it open.
Peering outside, she feels her heart skip as she spots Paige standing below. Paige is bundled up in her coat, hands deep in her pockets, and despite the shivering, sheā€™s grinning up at Dani like this is the most natural thing in the world. Snow has started to fall again, gentle flakes catching in Paigeā€™s hair and dusting her shoulders. She looks really pretty.
ā€œHey!ā€ Paige calls up softly, her voice a mix of excitement and impatience. ā€œYou cominā€™ down, or what?ā€
Dani canā€™t help the smile that spreads across her face. She leans out a little, gripping the window frame for balance. ā€œThis is so stupid, you know that?ā€ she whispers, trying not to laugh too loud.
Paige just shrugs, her grin undeterred. ā€œLive a little!ā€
Dani laughs softly, the sound swallowed by the stillness of the night. She glances down, assessing the climb, feeling a pang of nervousness when she sees just how far the ground looks. Her window isnā€™t exactly low, and she canā€™t be sure the snow is soft. She swallows, feeling her pulse quicken as she considers her next move.
ā€œPaige,ā€ she whispers, trying to keep her voice down but still sounding panicked, ā€œIā€™m going to fall!ā€
ā€œIf you do, Iā€™ll catch you!ā€ Paige whispers back, her voice carrying a confidence that only makes Daniā€™s heart beat faster. ā€œBesides, thereā€™s like a foot of fresh snow down here. Youā€™ll be fine.ā€
Paige waves, motioning for her to climb down. Dani takes a deep breath, telling herself sheā€™s done more dangerous things in her life than sneaking out of her own house. She slowly climbs through the window, her fingers gripping the cold edges of the siding as she carefully makes her way down. Sheā€™s almost to the bottom, just a couple of feet away from the ground, when her foot slips on the last ledge.
She lets out a small yelp, her fingers losing their grip, and she starts to tumble. Thereā€™s a split second of weightlessness, her heart in her throat, and then Paigeā€™s arms are around her, just enough to slow her fall before they both collapse into the snow in a heap. The impact sends a puff of snow up around them, freezing and soft at the same time. Daniā€™s breath catches as she feels Paigeā€™s arms around her, the warmth of her body cutting through the biting cold.
For a moment, they just lie there in the snow, laughing softly, breathless and tangled together. Their faces are close, so close that Dani can feel Paigeā€™s breath against her cheek, warm and sweet, mingling with the cold night air. Paigeā€™s cheeks are flushed pink, her nose red from the cold, and thereā€™s a light in her eyes that makes Daniā€™s heart skip a beat.
Paige reaches up, brushing a few stray snowflakes from Daniā€™s face, her fingers lingering on her cheek. ā€œYou good?ā€ she asks softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Dani nods, her own cheeks flushed. Sheā€™s suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact between themā€”their knees, their hands, the faint tremor in Paigeā€™s touch as her fingers trace along Daniā€™s cheek. She shivers, but this time, it has nothing to do with the cold.
Paige nods back, looking thoughtful, her hand dropping to swipe a bit of snow off Daniā€™s shoulder. She glances around, making sure no oneā€™s watching, before leaning in. Her eyes search Daniā€™s face for a moment, just a flicker of hesitation, before she closes the distance, her lips brushing softly against Daniā€™s.
The kiss is barely more than a whisper, a featherlight touch thatā€™s over almost as soon as it begins. But it leaves Dani breathless, her heart racing in her chest as she looks up at Paige. Thereā€™s a warmth in Paigeā€™s eyes that makes Daniā€™s stomach flutter, a tenderness that feels like the best Christmas gift sheā€™s ever received.
Paige pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a soft smile tugging at her lips. ā€œCome on,ā€ she whispers, her voice warm, filled with a quiet joy that Dani feels mirrored in her own chest. Paige helps her to her feet, brushing snow off their coats as they stand together, grinning like conspirators in the snowy silence.
They link arms, Paigeā€™s hand slipping into Daniā€™s pocket to hold her hand, the feeling of Paigeā€™s fingers warming her whole body up. Together, they start making their way toward Paigeā€™s house, the snow crunching beneath their feet, their laughter echoing softly in the stillness of the night.
They go through the back door of Paigeā€™s house, each of them letting out a relieved sigh as the warmth surrounds them, chasing away the icy chill of the Minnesota night. Dani takes a moment to close her eyes, basking in the feeling of warmth creeping back into her fingers and toes, the familiar smell of cookies, cinnamon, and evergreen filling the air.
There in the kitchen, Drew is perched on a stool by the island, his legs swinging idly as he chews on a Christmas cookie dusted with red and green sprinkles. Bob, Paigeā€™s dad, stands near the stove, pulling sprinkles out of a cabinet. A tray of freshly baked cookies cools on the counter, the sweet scent drifting through the room. Bobā€™s face lights up when he sees Dani and Paige sneaking in, a broad grin stretching across his face.
ā€œDani! Merry Christmas!ā€ he exclaims, waving her over as if she were his own daughter. ā€œI saved a couple cookies for you, but they almost fell victim to that creatureā€”ā€ he points to Drew, who giggles at the wording, frosting dusting the corners of his mouth ā€œā€”over there.ā€
Dani laughs, an easy grin drifting to her face as she says, ā€œI can see that. Thanks for letting me come over; I didnā€™t mean to intrude on family Christmas.ā€
Paige rolls her eyes, her hand on Daniā€™s hip as she pushes her toward the island. ā€œShut up, Dan, youā€™re never intruding.ā€
ā€œSheā€™s right,ā€ Bob says cheerily, grabbing a couple plain cookies from the tray and placing them in front of the two empty stools next to Drew. ā€œYouā€™re family, Dani.ā€
Dani feels her face flush at his words, and her chest warms, too. Itā€™s nice to know that theyā€™re glad sheā€™s here, that they donā€™t feel as though sheā€™s intruding, that maybe she really belongs in this corner of her world. Sheā€™d really, really like to.
Dani sits on the bar stool next to Drew, and Paige sits on the other one so the brunette girl is in between the two Bueckers siblings. However, it seems as though the small distance between Dani and Paige is too much, because Dani feels Paigeā€™s hand graze her thigh as she grabs hold of the stool Daniā€™s sat on, pulling it so close to her own that the two of them are practically sharing a seat. Their shoulders press against each other, as do the sides of their legs, and itā€™s enough to send a warm jolt through Dani.
Dani sends a little look to Paige, her brows raised ever so slightly, smirk playing her lips.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Paige asks, though sheā€™s got a look that mirrors the Callan girlā€™s. ā€œYou were too far.ā€
Dani just shakes her head at the blondeā€™s words, watching as she grabs the remote and flicks through the Christmas movies until she finds Christmas Vacation, having told Dani that she should watch it with them instead and holding onto her word.
Dani feels a smile lifting her lips as she reaches for a cookie in the tray in front of her, placing it on her plate. She grabs a piping bag, too, squeezing a tiny bit of green icing onto her finger just to get a taste.
ā€œOh, youā€™re gettinā€™ into the icing already?ā€ Paige teases, leaning in with an arched brow. She grabs her own piping bag and, without warning, dabs a bit of red frosting on the tip of Daniā€™s nose, laughing as Daniā€™s eyes widen.
Dani gasps, swatting at her with a laugh. ā€œPaige!ā€ she exclaims, grabbing her green icing before leaning over and spreading some onto Paigeā€™s cheek in retaliation.
Paigeā€™s mouth open in mock outrage, but before she can protest herself, Drew interrupts with a grin, reaching for another piping bag, and asking, ā€œAre we having an icing fight?ā€
The seven-year-oldā€™s words seem to catch Bobā€™s attention, who turns from where he was watching the movie to see whatā€™s happening behind him. Dani watches his eyes trail over the green on her nose and the red on his daughterā€™s cheek and he gives them a playfully stern look before telling Drew, ā€œNo, buddy, no icing fight. Youā€™ll get on Santaā€™s Naughty List next year if you do.ā€
Drew laughs a little, pointing at the two girls sitting next to him and saying, ā€œOoh, Naughty List.ā€
Paige just playfully sticks her tongue out at her little brother before grabbing a napkin. She dramatically uses it to wipe the red icing off of her cheek, before balling it up and tossing it back onto the island. Dani rolls her eyes at the blondeā€™s dramatics, reaching to grab her own napkin to clean up her nose. But Paige swats at the hand Dani was reaching. Dani sends Paige a look, watching as the girl beside her cautiously glances at her dad and Drewā€”whose attentionā€™s have both been captured by the movieā€”before leaning in and grinning as she kisses the tip of Daniā€™s nose and then sticks her tongue out to lick the icing away. She pulls back and Daniā€™s sure her face is redā€”especially due to the proximity of Paigeā€™s familyā€”but Paige is just smiling mischievously, using her tongue to swipe away any remaining frosting on her lips.
Dani finally takes the liberty to actually decorate her cookie, deciding for the traditional Christmas tree route. Sheā€™s spreading the green icing along the sugar cookie carefully, her eyes occasionally flicking between Christmas Vacation and Paige decorating her own cookie. Itā€™s more endearing to watch the latterā€”sheā€™s decorating with exaggerated precision (though if Daniā€™s honest, she canā€™t tell what the glob of frosting is meant to look likeā€¦ it might be an ornament), her tongue sticking out in concentration, her hair falling into her face ever so slightly. Dani flicks her eyes away, back to her own handiwork.
At one point, Paige leans over to whisper to Dani, ā€œLook at Drewā€™s cookieā€¦ the sprinklesā€¦ā€
Dani does as the blonde says, her gaze finding Drew, to the left of her. Heā€™s humming quietly to himself, concentrating on drowning his cookie in red and green sprinkles, his fingers sticky and his cheeks dusted with sugar. Dani stifles a giggle as she leans in even closer to see the cookie piled high with so many sprinkles that itā€™s almost unrecognizable. She catches Paigeā€™s eye, and they both burst into quiet laughter, trying not to let Drew hear.
ā€œHey, itā€™s nice!ā€ Drew defends, noticing their stifled laughter.
From where heā€™s standing, Bob chuckles, watching the exchange with a fond smile. ā€œYouā€™re doing great, Drew,ā€ he says, reaching over to ruffle his sonā€™s hair, eyes flicking across the three cookies the kids before him are making. ā€œThough, I think you and Paige both have some competition in Dani here.ā€
Dani watches as Paige looks at her dad in betrayal, though itā€™s trueā€”her cookie is terrible. Dani just grins, nodding, nudging Paigeā€™s knee under the counter. ā€œYears of practice,ā€ the brunette says in a mock-serious tone before carefully adding a few more sprinkles to her cookie.
Paige rolls her eyes, mumbling, ā€œWhatever. Mine tastes better.ā€
CHRISTMAS VACATION ended not too long ago, and Drew and Bob went upstairs to bed, leaving Dani and Paige alone. The warm glow of the tree casts a soft light over the living room, and Home Alone now plays quietly on the screen, adding to the late-night comfort. Daniā€™s curled up against Paige, the two of them snuggled under a thick fleece blanket, Paigeā€™s arm wrapped securely around her. Dani lets herself drift, lulled by the movie, the warmth, the way Paigeā€™s fingers trace soft circles over her shoulder.
But then Paige shifts slightly beneath her, murmuring, ā€œSoā€¦ I know we promised not to get each other anythingā€¦ā€
Daniā€™s eyes immediately flick from the TV to Paige, her brow furrowing as she pulls back slightly, a hint of accusation in her gaze. ā€œTell me you didnā€™t get me something.ā€
Paige, looking a little sheepish, averts her eyes and rubs the back of her neck, mumbling, ā€œWellā€¦ā€
ā€œPaige!ā€ Dani sits up fully now, her voice holding a mixture of surprise and mild reproach. ā€œWe promised not to!ā€
ā€œI know, I know!ā€ Paige protests, her face flushed as she tries to defend herself. ā€œAnd I wasnā€™t going to, I swear! But then I was at the mall literally yesterday, just doing some last-minute shopping for my family, andā€”ā€ She pauses, looking a bit embarrassed but determined to explain. ā€œI saw this thing that really reminded me of youā€¦ā€
Dani sighs, her shoulders dropping a little as she shakes her head. ā€œPaigeā€¦ā€
ā€œI know,ā€ Paige says quickly, hands lifted in a half-hearted attempt at appeasement. ā€œBut it was on sale because of the holidays! I hardly spent any money on it.ā€
Dani narrows her eyes, trying not to let the affection she feels soften her mock glare. ā€œStill. I feel bad. If Iā€™d known youā€™d gotten me something, I wouldā€™ve gotten you something.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t feel bad,ā€ Paige says, shaking her head earnestly. ā€œI was the one who went against our promise, not you.ā€
They fall silent for a moment, the only sound in the room coming from the movie on the TV. Daniā€™s gaze flickers to Paige, whose face is shadowed in the dim light. Thereā€™s something vulnerable in the way Paige looks at her, something almost tentative, and it makes Daniā€™s heart ache in a way she canā€™t quite name.
Finally, Paige speaks up again, her voice soft. ā€œCan I go get it?ā€
Dani nods, and Paige disentangles herself from their cozy nest of blankets, slipping upstairs while Dani stays on the couch, her mind racing a little. She knows Paige put thought into this, that whatever it is, itā€™s going to mean something.
Moments later, Paige is bounding down the stairs again, a tiny jewelry box held carefully in her hand. She pauses by the couch, her gaze flickering between the box and Dani, and Dani watches her, heart thudding with a mix of anticipation and warmth.
ā€œHere,ā€ Paige says softly, holding out the box as she sits back down beside Dani, even closer than before, their entire sides pressed up against each other.
Dani takes the box, feeling the slight weight of it in her hands, and slowly lifts the lid. Inside is a delicate silver necklace, the pendant small and simpleā€”almost nondescript, but close up she can see the engraving on it, the tiny, intricate letters that spell out a single word: home.
Daniā€™s breath catches as she stares down at the pendant, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifts it. She can feel her throat tighten, emotion welling up inside her as the weight of the word hits her fully. Itā€™s more than a necklace; itā€™s a message, a reminder of everything Paige has been to her, a promise that wherever Paige is, sheā€™ll always have a place to belong.
She glances up at Paige, her eyes stinging, her voice barely above a whisper. ā€œYouā€¦ you really thought of me when you saw this?ā€
Paige nods, her gaze soft and steady, her fingers reaching out to brush lightly against Daniā€™s. ā€œYeah,ā€ she says, her voice equally soft, almost like sheā€™s afraid of breaking the moment. ā€œI know things have beenā€¦ hard, with your dad and everything. I justā€¦ I wanted you to have something that reminds you that youā€™ll always have a home with me. No matter what.ā€
Dani feels the tears slip down her cheeks, and she doesnā€™t bother to wipe them away. She just lets the words sink in, lets herself feel the weight of Paigeā€™s thoughtfulness, her kindness, the unwavering support Paige always seems to offer, even when Dani feels like she doesnā€™t deserve it.
ā€œThank you,ā€ she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Paige moves closer, pulling Dani into a hug, her arms wrapping securely around her. She rests her chin on top of Daniā€™s head, her fingers gently stroking her back, and Dani melts into her, closing her eyes and breathing in Paigeā€™s familiar scent.
ā€œI love you,ā€ Paige murmurs into her hair, her voice soft and steady, filled with a warmth that wraps around Dani like a blanket.
Daniā€™s own arms tighten around Paige, and she whispers back, ā€œI love you, too.ā€
They stay like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. Then, slowly, Paige pulls back, her gaze meeting Daniā€™s, and thereā€™s a question in her eyes, one Dani answers by leaning in, pressing her lips softly to Paigeā€™s.
The kiss is gentle, almost tentative at first, a quiet meeting of emotions unspoken. But as the seconds stretch, Dani lets herself get lost in it, her hand slipping up to rest against Paigeā€™s cheek, her fingers brushing along her jaw. Paigeā€™s hand finds the small of Daniā€™s back, pulling her in closer, and Dani feels her heart pounding, the warmth of Paigeā€™s touch grounding her, steadying her.
When they finally pull back, their faces are close, their breaths mingling, and Dani canā€™t help but smile, the kind of smile thatā€™s soft and true, filled with a happiness she rarely allows herself to feel.
Paige grins back, her fingers brushing over Daniā€™s cheek as she murmurs, ā€œMerry Christmas, Dani.ā€
Daniā€™s voice is quiet, but full of warmth. ā€œMerry Christmas, Paige.ā€
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crypticpine Ā· 1 day ago
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All of this is very important, and I am glad people are pointing this out about homeschooling. But when I say I love homeschooling and if I have kids, would want to homeschool if possible, I am not talking about this type.
As prev said, the evangelical Christian homeschooling is a cult and I advise to stay away as much as you can. Pity the people part of it, but don't go out of your way to interact with them.
Now, this isn't to say I wasn't taught Christianity, I'm Catholic and was raised that way, but my mom was able to find textbooks and programs that would teach me what I needed to know, no matter if it was Christian or not (not Christian with math and science iirc), and had religion a seperate thing that would sometimes blend into other subjects (like English and History). I learned about evolution, and was taught that while it is controversial to say it was real, it doesn't disprove God exists because that could be how He made the world. I mention this as an example of a more well-rounded homechool education that with the resources we had, didn't rely solely on religious texts.
Now, that isn't to say I didn't have the issue mentioned by OP with the thinking I'm smarter than I actually am and having gaps in my knowledge. I don't know anything about politics and my math skills are not the best (though the math is because of dyslexia and all that). I could've read better books for my English, like the classics (though that's also dyslexia). College really did round out my education and helped me understand that I am not that smart tm. It gave me the knowledge my mom wasn't able to. It helped me socially by showing me so many different viewpoints and growing my empathy. I was also expected to go to college, something most homeschoolers aren't usually told to even consider as an option.
Bottom line is, there's absolutely a way to do homeschooling right and there are non-religious resources you can use. With how self paced and personal homeschooling is, where you can really focus on strengths and weaknesses, it sucks that it's used for oppression and cults.
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sgiandubh Ā· 3 days ago
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Today, tomorrow, always
Hear me, America. This is what I have to tell you, wherever you are:
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I, for one, do not want to wake up tomorrow and see you turned into Gilead. That is just about how much I love you. Please unfollow if you disagree or if you think this is too much for you. I won't be angry, I won't comment. Some things cannot be fixed and this is one of them - only this is too important and I hope you get it before it really is too late.
This page will go back on track tomorrow afternoon. Thank you for your understanding.
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so-i-did-this-thing Ā· 1 day ago
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I know this is going to sound naive and stupid but I was wondering what the suggestions on your post to sell stuff/downsize and save money are for? Like am I preparing money to move, avoid starvation because we might be headed into a depression 2 type of era or?
I guess I'm just kind of wondering because I got out of homlessness not that long ago and I already lost everything and recently I've started to rebuild. I don't even have that much but what I do have feels so important to me so I was thinking like...should I just stop building if I have to lose it again anyway? Should I just go into money saving mode and start treating this as life or death?
My Day 1 advice is a combination of:
Quickly pulling together a little extra money for emergency one-time fees, like for a passport
Having less *stuff* to be in a position to move in a hurry, if necessary
Being willing to share/give away some of your stuff to those with a greater need
Overall cultivating a more mindful attitude towards possessions, in a way that is sustainable and self-sufficient long-term. (Slow fashion, is an easy example.) I'd say in your case, this is what you should focus on when you make new purchases.
I'm sorry my wording is vague in my OP. It doesn't feel like I left poverty too long ago, fwiw, and I understand what it feels like to have been deprived for a long period of time.
For immediate action, you should still be trying to build an emergency fund of some sort, where your current expenses can be covered for multiple months. (This can take a while to achieve, I know it can be tough.) And if you're in a place where you may need to flee a red state soon, enough to cover moving expenses.
But overall, while our possessions can do a great deal to ground us and provide comfort, yes, I do think you need to ask yourself, "how ready am I to leave my things behind and start over". I hope it doesn't come to that.
Do expect for the cost of living to rise sharply in the coming months. Some kind of financial crisis is very likely. Cut back now on habits that can lead to overspending. See where you can stretch your budget.
But for now, save what you can, spend wisely, take advantage of what's free out there, share resources with your community, and be generous when possible to those less fortunate.
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ā€œOf course you can rely on me,ā€ says Roy, her words causing the lump in his stomach to turn into a cold, heavy stone. ā€œIā€™ll always be there for you. I love you, for Christā€™s sake. Youā€™re the most important person in my life. And Iā€™m really sorry if I made you doubt that last night-ā€
ā€œThere was no ā€˜ifā€™, Roy,ā€ says Anya. ā€œYou absolutely gave me a lot of doubts. And theyā€™re still there.ā€
Jesus, thinks Roy, why the fuck am I the bad guy? He takes another deep swig of his beer while he considers his position. But the rational part of his brain seems not to be working properly today. Itā€™s been compromised by genuine fear that he could lose Anya if he doesnā€™t quickly get a handle on the situation. He also realises that he wasnā€™t lying when he told her she was the most important person in his life. And he understands for the first time what people mean when they say that they donā€™t know whether to laugh or cry.
ā€œBaby, Iā€™m sorry. No ifs. Iā€™m sorry for making you feel that way. Iā€™m a selfish, insensitive arsehole. And Iā€™m going to do my best to try and explain why I was distant last night,ā€ he says. ā€œIā€™m not defending my behaviour, Iā€™m just trying to provide you with some context, okay?ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ she says quietly.
ā€œWell, first off, I was angry and upset even before you told me about your Dad because Sonia had told me she wasnā€™t going to let us see the kids on Friday night,ā€ he says. ā€œSo, yeah. There was that. And okay, I know now that it wasnā€™t that much of a huge deal compared to what Michael did, but it still really affected me.ā€
Anya says nothing, her eyes scanning his face as he talks.
ā€œAnd I felt like I couldnā€™t share my feelings with you because you were so distraught, and I guess that kind of made me resentful and caused me to withdraw,ā€ he continues, warming to his story. ā€œIt was childish of me, and pathetic, and I have no excuses for not putting your needs before mine. Youā€™re right. I let you down. And I really hope thatā€¦that you can forgive me. And believe me when I say that Iā€™ll do everything I can to try and make it up to you.ā€
ā€œThank you,ā€ she says in the same quiet voice.
ā€œAre weā€¦ good, then?ā€ he says.
ā€œWhy did you question whether he was cheating?ā€ she says.
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œYou asked if going to a prostitute was cheating. Your exact words were: ā€œIs it technically cheating, though?ā€ Why did you say that? How could you say that? Are you saying that you think that itā€™s okay for married men to visit prostitutes, Roy? Iā€™m just really confused. And concerned that we have different viewpoints about what constitutes cheating. I mean, do you honestly think it would be morally okay for you to visit a prostitute? I really need to know!ā€
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