#having the most Mom response in the world

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I’m autistic and despite growing up with a Black Stepdad and Black friends, and thinking the Civil Rights movement and the Civil War were cool, and even going to schools with pretty inclusive curriculums, I sometimes repeated mean things I heard (often from my Dad) or did not give thought to how certain lines of questioning/conversation may feel different towards different people. I was, and still occasionally am, racist. Among other things.

(I initially grew up in an almost exclusively Black and white town that was roughly half & half, and later moved to an area that was more half & half Indian and white. I have only ever lived in the east half of the USA)

Sure I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Sure I did believe that everyone should be treated well. Sure I loved the Black people around me. I’ve never said the n-word - I didn’t even know it existed until I read Roots by Alex Haley. But I didn’t consider nuance, I didn’t consider feelings in my thirst for knowledge, and frankly, I have a tendency to be obnoxious. ALL normal things for an autistic person. But ALL things that are quite hurtful. After all, don’t we get hurt when someone stereotypes us?

Looking back, I feel like my Stepdad should have been more active in my social education. He wouldn’t have been educating some random white person who walked up and hurt him, he’d have been teaching his daughter (he’s always treated me how his family treats daughters, for better and for worse).

But my mom, the white woman, stepped up as a good ally. SHE gave me Roots. SHE talked me through dealing with ‘white guilt’ and how that’s nobody’s problem but mine. SHE encouraged me to educate myself, and to consider what I say before I say it. SHE helped me realize my privilege. With help from a psychologist, we both learned how to handle my social issues. And now I’d say I’m a more conscious person. It doesn’t hurt that one of my English classes focused on the Harlem Renaissance and another taught Othello and Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. Since then, I’ve sought out media and information by and about creators of Color and my relationship with my Black family members and friends has definitely improved.

I’m lucky guy. My autism is not the most debilitating in the world, and I do think it gives me valuable insight into said world. Acknowledging it helped me gain insight into how I work.

But I’m still an upper-middle class Anglo-American culturally-Christian white adult whose worst personal interaction with the cops is getting a speeding ticket. The only things I could possibly be oppressed about here is my sex/gender and if someone clocks my neurodivergencies. Maybe my allyship if its a REALLY crazy situation. It’s my responsibility to be aware of my privilege, love my fellow humans, and educate myself on how to respect others. Loving does NOT equal respecting. They’re different things. Just like how your family may genuinely love you but do not respect or understand you.

All those things on the news, about children getting shot because they’re wearing their hoodies up, or having a panic attack, or whatever bullshit excuse a white person with a gun can dream up. Those are extreme and something to be worried about. That kind of behavior should be condemned. But that doesn’t cover every single angle of oppression. And oppression isn’t just perpetuated by the nebulous concept of The System! It’s also perpetuated by Our Common Man. AKA, you and me sometimes.

Sometimes, you’re going to reach out in ways that have worked before and it’s not going to be appropriate. That hurts! But if you do your best to incorporate that info into what you’ve learned, then that’s awesome! I’m proud of you! You’re going to have to keep doing it though!!! And that’s okay!!! That just means you’re getting to live life!!!

Apologize and/or change the subject and educate yourself soon after. Those are some of the best skills you can have. You can’t go back, you can only improve the future.

Another really good bunch is being honest and introspecting on why certain things make you uncomfortable. Once you know, own it and desensitize! Be a good friend!

This is getting very long. If you want some concrete examples,

Some of these things happened because I am autistic. Some may have happened because I was a white kid. But for whatever reason it occurred, as an autistic older teen and now adult, I needed to learn from these experiences so I can help make the future better :). You are capable of learning these things too.

Problem: I once asked a Black friend how it was to be Black. I was trying to educate myself! It wasn’t appropriate though. I kept asking repeatedly, and we were like 13. She was a child and shouldn’t have to have the answer.

Solution: My mom redirected me to Black literature so I could learn from adults willing to talk about it. She didn’t owe me information, nobody does, but especially not kids.

Problem: I was 16 (in 2017). I was talking to a Filipino American* girl who was just coming out of homeschool. I wanted to be nice and relate to her, and I loved Disney. Turns out so did she! I asked if Mulan was her favorite Disney Princess. My thinking was ‘I like Tiana best but I really liked seeing Anna because we have the same hair color -> I know representation is important because (at the very least) it’s nice to see people who look like you being heroes -> Mulan is cool and the Asian princess ™. I was trying to relate and be kind. But that wasn’t appropriate. I made a general assumption, and made her uncomfortable. Mulan was a favorite of hers, it turned out, but that does NOT matter. A person’s relationships with their demographic’s stereotypes are extremely private unless shared. And it’s THEIR right to close it up again.

*despite Filipino and Filipina being gendered, when saying demographic information, such as ‘Filipino American’ about a woman, the trend is towards -o. I couldn’t find a direct answer, but multiple sources said Filipino-American about ladies.

Solution: Remember everyone is an individual and may not want to talk about all aspects of their life. Let them offer information about aspects that you aren’t knowledgeable about, like being of Filipino descent, or being homeschooled, or how it is being a Disney fan of Color. If they bring it up, offer responses like ‘I didn’t know that. Cool!’ Or make encouraging noises like ‘huh!’ Or ‘neat!’ So they know it’s safe to keep talking to you about a subject that is important but sensitive to them. And they might not ever bring these things up! And that’s okay. It’s their business. Retrain your nosiness elsewhere, it’s hard but possible :)

I must reiterate: A person’s relationships with their demographic’s stereotypes are extremely private unless shared - and it’s THEIR right to close the subject. And for the record, just because there is a Southeast Asian Disney Princess now (Raya), it would NOT have been appropriate to ask if her favorite was Raya. That’s still stereotyping, it’s just updated for the 2020s.

Problem: I love name meanings. I couldn’t find my one Indian-American classmate’s name meaning online, so I went up to him and after starting a pointed conversation, I told him my name’s meaning in the hope he’d tell me his. He did, but he was uncomfortable. Because I didn’t really talk to that guy before, and in a roundabout way socially coerced him into giving up information to a relative stranger. Information he probably didn’t care that much about, but it was obvious I only wanted one thing from him. It was rude and showed that I hadn’t really cared about him before I wanted something from him. And people generally don’t like being treated like living wikipedias of their cultures!

Solution: sometimes you’re going to have to accept you aren’t owed information. This also applies to my first example. If you can’t find information online, even if you find the perfect subreddit that welcomes questions like these*, they might not give you an answer. And that’s okay. It might drive you a little mad about missing that bit of information, but it will not end your world. Trust me. I’m putting a lot of personal mess-ups on here, I’m not going to start lying to you now.

*people don’t like being treated like walking Wikipedias for their cultures in general, but sometimes the armor of online anonymity makes people more comfortable sharing. Not always though. Maybe check other questions from other people in that subreddit or tumblr or whatever to find an appropriate format, or get a general sense of what kind of questions are answered happily. You may just have to let it go.

Problem: when I was 17 my mom introduced me to two women, a Black woman and a white woman. She told me offhandedly that one played in an American football adult league for fun. Being a feminist, I was really excited by that, because American football is a very male sport. I didn’t end up talking to either of them about it, but I sure thought a lot about that during that encounter. Afterwards, I said something to my mom that made it clear I thought the Black woman was the football player. She corrected me and said “You thought it was [her] because she’s Black,”. She was correct, I felt terrible for stereoptyping, and I cried (I cry easily). I wanted to go apologize or something. My mom pointed out that the apology would be for me, not for her. Which is an issue (I still struggle with this in many different contexts)

Solution: if you want to apologize, ask yourself ‘Am I doing this because I want the person I hurt to know how apologetic I am? Am I doing this because I want to hear ‘it’s okay’?’. If either of those has a yes as the answer, then reconsider making the apology. If the person really does appreciate apologies, then offer one. But keep it simple. Don’t mention your feelings or why you messed up. That doesn’t matter, and can make them feel guilty for their own valid feelings. And regardless, focus more on not repeating the behavior. That’s the best apology, even if you never see the person you hurt again. You hurt someone, so *I must stress this* it is NOT about you.

Problem: I’m going to college in a very white town (it fits my budget). My first week there, a white friend E was talking about her friend P, who I was to meet later that day. She mentioned they are a minority (E is from that white college town and is still learning too. She’s improved quite a bit. She doesn’t lead with that kind of information anymore) who was also from the area. I was confused. I had pretty much only seen white or white-passing people the last few days. I asked, and she told me they were Indian* and from a local people (among others. Like many Indigenous people, P isn’t from just one Indigenous or only-Indigenous culture). I was shocked. I was under the impression that all the Indigenous people from [college] area were killed or forcibly removed or assimilated.

*P prefers the term Indian when talking about themself or their family, due to their multiculturalism and preference to older terms, but the most polite thing is to refer to an Indigenous person by their People. So if you’re talking about M, your Salish friend, and for some reason his ethnicity comes up, call him Salish - not Indian, not Native American, not Indigenous. Unless he prefers those terms. Though individuals generally prefer the more culture-specific name. If you’re talking about a group of different people or peoples who are original inhabitants of the Americas or Australia or the Pacific Islands (and sometimes Africa), then use Indigenous. That being said, always defer to personal preference.

Solution: I let P bring up info about their peoples when they wanted. I looked up some things later. I also did some research and found that the Indigenous people of my [home] area weren’t all gone either. I had been taught in my state history class who they were exactly, and then they were never never brought up again. Then I learned about things like the Trail of Tears and residential schools, and assumed their culture was effectively dead. I was wrong, thankfully!

Problem: This is not exactly racist but I feel that it’s relevant. I’m talking to this guy right now. A couple weeks ago, we went out and I brought up a question that I thought was pretty normal for dates/conversations where you get to know one another. “What do your parents do?” After all, parents’ occupations affect you! He told me that his mom is working as a fruit seller after being laid off and his dad was laid off (his parents are divorced like mine) and is currently unemployed. FAUX PAS! Yikes. Both of my dads have histories of unemployment (my Dad likes to quit, my Stepdad has gotten laid off multiple times*) but all are employed right now. And I know how awkward (at the very least!) it is to be in that situation, especially money-wise.

Solution: I looked up bad questions to ask on dates later and yup! That was on there. Don’t talk money until you you’re serious. Apparently doing it so early on is a very white/privileged thing. One website I read even said that explicitly.

*Once you get laid off once, you’re often a new hire at a company. And being a new hire, you’re more likely to be laid off, because companies value seniority. Thus, a self-perpetuating situation unfortunately. I wouldn’t be surprised if other factors came into play - reminder: my stepdad is Black, and employers may use that information when choosing which new hire to let go. But we know for sure that seniority is definitely part of the issue.

General Reminder 1: Don’t ask to touch or talk about Black people’s hair. No comments about getting it wet, how it’s different from yours, how working with it must be different, interesting little factoids you may have learned about their hair, weaves, wigs, and so on. If you genuinely have curly hair at 2c-ish or higher (see picture), then it’s a different story. You may have something in common that’s fun to talk about! Comments on how nice it looks are sometimes okay, but consider: are you only saying these complements when it’s straightened or braided? Or only when it’s natural? If you really are only complementing them when it’s on one side of the spectrum, then that’s an issue. Respect Black hair as an art form or even just a part of existence, in its entirety.

Also don’t say it’s kinky or wild hair. Black people can sometimes use those terms for themselves but it isn’t for us. There’s literally a ton of historical laws and economies that have oppressed Black people’s hair and those are some of the things that we should just listen to them about.

This can applied to other cultures’/races’ clearly visible differences from your own features, too.

General reminder 2: look at the kind of things you like to watch, or read, or even react with, like memes. Are they making fun of the minority people in those books? Would that meme be as funny to you if the person in the picture had facial features more like yours? Are the people who look like the person in that meme using that meme? Are People of Color getting to talk and have non-stereotypical storylines in your TV show? Are they even there?

Lastly: You’ve read all this advice from a white person. Go seek out advice, stories and more from other sources!!! It might hurt in the moment but that’s just called growing pains. You will still make mistakes but you have to look to the future! Learning from the sources themselves will be a lot more useful towards creating a pattern of information and behavior your autistic brains can utilize :). Let’s all go be better allies!

The books and authors I mentioned are great places to start and another really good one that I cannot recommend enough is the Levar Burton Reads podcast. But don’t just read fiction. Crack open some history books or podcasts or tv shows. Give yourself some context. Personally I adore Wikipedia when I want to find out more but I don’t have a book. Okay I’ll stop.

idgaf how autistic you are stop being racist😭😭

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Bad End: Earth Shaker

People call them "Contracts" but few, if any, ever read the fine print.

Maybe it's because of all the media from my first life; the horror stories and tales of deals gone wrong. Yet it seems like I alone, remain cautious. Careful. It feels like I alone, even understand the concept of "a deal with the devil". Though granted... not by that exact wording.

There are no devils here. IS no Christian Heaven or Hell. (As far as I can tell.)

But... but oh, there is so much more. And all of it is dangerous.

There are demons, yes, but they are creature made of malicious Energies. So too, exsist spirits. Minor and major Gods. It is a full and complete fantasy set up. They whole package. A wonderland of world building. And? A horror story to live in.

Those self same demons? Eat people. Attack travelers. Trains. And those Spirits? Fight for dominance in some sort of ever shifting court intrigue, using mortals as power sources and pawns. Are just as, if not more, destructive then the demons!

But, oh. What of the Gods?

What OF them? Do you think they care?

Beneath the glamorous adventures and magical veneer of the Story, this world was a rotten thing. Barely holding together. Yet... yet it was all I had, now. And that terrified me. Because I could not protect... anyone. Could I? Not.. not a single soul.

In the Story, the Protagonist (bless his empty little head) went to a magical academy. Met friends and foes. There was a love story and eventually? He saved the day. Huzzah. Good for him. But... here was the problem. The one which haunted me so.

That Love story? The "girl" he fell in love with? A nice, if proper, young lady from a house far above his station. But, oh! It was a turn of the century magical fantasy! He became famous! Wealthy! Saved her life with his incredible power! Of course her family approved in the end.

I did not want to BE his love story.

He was... a nice young man. Really! But... but it was like talking to, well, a high school student. Which he effectively was. And I? Had already been in college. Damn near graduating! (Not that I was bitter. No. Of course not. Perish the thought!) Only to then? Reincarnate and go on to live over a decade more.

I was at least twice his age.

The day I'd look at him as a romantic prospect? Is the day I'd gouge my own eyes out. That is a CHILD. My whole class is full of children. It's... exhausting. Ha! "Mature one", indeed. "Class mom", indeed! If only they knew.

But now? Now‽ The school wanted us to make Contracts! For a fucking GRADE! It was horrifying. Ill conceived and frankly? A GREAT way to push kids to over reach themselves. Try and Contract with a more powerful Being then they could handle. Get burned up or used.

"Mandatory". Ha! Mandatory my ass. I should refuse. If I was sane, I was refuse. But the problem was?

The school was fronting the Contact materials and safety arrays.

It was the safest chance I'd ever get. Fuck. Damn it.

So I read. I read and I read. Research til my eyes cross. Practice writing until my hands cramp. Splurge on the highest grade calligraphy instruments and inks I can afford. And with my allowance? And years of saving up? I'm literally buying alongside royals.

But it's the CONTRACT that takes the most time. I have to research law. Act under the assumption that I will be faced with some sort of malicious genie. It... gods, it can only end poorly. I know this. Yet? Here I stand.

Doing it anyway.

(I am a fool... aren't I?)

Unlike my fellow students, I don't do a vague Call All. While yes, the odds are higher for a response (due to it being basically an APB), you will have no control over what responds. Better to call for something specific and fail, in my mind. Then at least? You can plan ahead.

Besides, with the sheer quality of the materials I'm using? Someone will answer. They won't be able to resist. It's like leaving a box of diamonds on the sidewalk.

It takes all day, slowly, carefully writing out the hundreds of thousands of sigils and qualifiers. The "if X then Y, except when Z unless AB" of it all. I magically drain myself twice. Have to eat trail mix on the floor then nap in the corner. I rented the hall for the week, but... once begun? Only an IDIOT would open the safety arrays to leave.

Great way for foreign influences to completely fuck up your spell work. Either try to harvest the building Energies or, more likely, sabotage the Contract for a friend or ally, so they get more then they should. Fuckers.

After nearly two days? It's done. Still, I wait. Even as the air nearly burns with power. The scent of Green so over powering it's like someone dumped a cologne aisle on the floor. Wood and moss and old growth. Deep dark, pitch black earth. Petrichor. All humming, Humming, HUMMING like a bow string pulled back as far as it can. Straining, shaking, desperately ready to release the tension and STRIKE.

But I am no fool.

I wait for my energy to refill. Wait for a nap and some food to clear my mind. For all my papers to be nicely in order. I have called upon you, not the other way around. You can wait. (Because, frankly? I haven't even called you yet!)

Contract ready, I step into place. And each step, as it lands, is like the falling of trees and the baying of hounds. Thunderous in the sudden silence. Crashing as they fall. It is not me, whoever does this, the heraldry is both dramatic and not something I've ever even practiced. The scent of Green is thick enough now to choke. I'm genuinely surprised that the scent alone has not inspired plant growth.

My meticulous work surges to life, like it was a beast, only barely holding itself a bay. Like it can no longer. Roots and vines, made of then thousand shades of green-Gold-GREEN light shoot forward and up. Restrictive and choking. I am consumed in seconds.

I have to remind myself not to panic. To keep my feet still. As long as I don't move? I am safe. It is all for show. Like a cat, arching it's back. They can't truely hurt me. Bruise? Yes. But true, actual injury? No. It would hurt THEM too.

"Well, now, what have we here?" Mused a voice beyond comprehension.

It was eons of growth, beneath aliens skies. The cries of animals long lost and longer dead. Things that weren't and have never been, but could have. Growth, growth, GROWTH. Hunting and savagery and Death. Trees so tall the eclipse the heavens. Roots so deep they consume the world. Each leaf a tapestry. Decay. Growth from the rotting.

My... my ears were bleeding.

The vines-roots writhed in agony and pleasure under the weight of those few words. And... and that wasn't right. S-something was wrong. Very, very wrong. A spirit wasn't supposed to be that... that powerful.

I could FEEL the Safety arrays all but screaming under the weight they were trying to hold. Like toothpicks trying to hold up a mountain range. W-what? What was happening? I picked an earth spirit! Statistically, the calmest and mildest out of all available options! So... so why...‽

"Not going to bargain, kid? Plead for power and wealth?" The next sentence was no less agony then the first. Like being slammed by a wall of power. "Or are you here to make demands? Hmmm? I'm curious, honestly, to see where this one goes. It's been a while, after all."

The world had a pink tint. I... I tasted iron. Ha ha... oh god. Shit. I fucked up. I knew I should never have agreed to this stupid fucking-!

Wet dribbled down my face. A wheezing gurgle rattled my lungs. My heart was racing... but... but I could get enough air. I tried to suck in more. But the wet gurgle only got louder, as pink tinted foam worked it's way up my throat. Filled my lungs. I couldn't breathe. Something wet trickled from my ears. I Couldn't Breathe!

"Ah. I forgot about that. Fragile little creatures, aren't you?"

Unhurried steps casually strolled closer. Iron flavored foam clogged my air ways, as muscles spasmed, and creeping tendrils of darkness began to work their way closer, around the edges of my dying eyes. The world was muffled yet I could hear him perfectly. My sense were burning out, yet he imprinted himself beyond that. What had I summoned? Oh god... what had I done? W-what had I-‽

A calloused, treebark colored hand (the shade ever shifting, just ever so slightly) passed through the vines. Rather, the vines parted for it. Sun warm. Glowing as though containing that sunlight itself. Big. It... it was a strong, gardeners hand. A hunter's. Yet at the same time... unmistakable for anyone but that of a powerful man's.

Casual in it's impropriety. Sliding through my hair to grip the top of my head like it was simply his due. His skin... buzzed against me. Was almost too hot. Like standing near a live wire. And...? Then...

Then everything was gone.

My lungs free and clear. My eyes sharper then they'd ever been. Hearing so crisp, the silence of the room around us was nearly vertigo inducing. It was like my body had been reset to factory settings. Upgraded. I shuddered, eyes clenching shut. Because even with the pain gone? The horror was still there. The memory of the taste still lingered in my mouth.

"There we go, good girl. All fixed." There was a condescending lilt to his voice. His hand didn't move. Just tightened lightly and dragged, forcing me to tilt my head up, if I didn't want my hair pulled. Making me look him in the eyes. They were shifting, lazily, between hawk and wolf gold even as I watched. "Now, you were trying to be clever, yes? Had your little plan and every thing. Come on, let's hear it. I'm curious to see where this scheme goes. You always think your so creative, after all. So bold and new."

I wanted to send him back.

Now.

Fuck this. Fuck, grades. To hell with "mandatory". I'd drop out if I had too. Gods damn it, I'd go be puppy boy Protagonist's Love Interest if I had too! This was insane. I... I fucked up so bad. Earth spirits don't glow. Light spirits glow! For obvious reasons. But you know who does‽ Who FUCKING DOES‽‽ Gods.

"Ah, ah~." He chided, all but curling over me as he loomed.

There was laughter threatening to escape his control, hidden in his voice. Mocking amusement in the deliberate non-smile that kept him from baring his teeth in a grin.

"Don't go running now. Not when you've already invited me in." Phrasing. Horrifying phrasing! "You wouldn't want to be rude would you? There are Rules, after all. And you know better. Don't you, little thing?"

I wanted to laugh hysterically. Cry a bit. Fuck. God DAMN IT. FUCK! He's right. Of course he is! He mocking me with it! Shit. Oh god. Fuck, damn it! O-okay... I... I can... I just-!

Fear? Truely is the mind killer. For long moments, I could not move. Could barely bring myself to breathe. My mind, a horrible static. But... like slowly forcing yourself to unclench a white knuckled grip. One finger at a time. I... I made myself focus. Tried to bring my arm up. Miraculously, the vines let me. I held the Contract I had written out.

"Oh? And what's this then? Deman-?"

I could feel the pages leave my hand. Hear the rustle as they were flipped. The ringing silence, as he registered what it was he held. But my eyes were closed. I... I didn't want to see the end coming. Maybe I was a coward for that. But damn it, gods damn it, I was scared!

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Crashing of horns against horns, the bray of dying beasts. Cracking growing and the fall of mighty trees. Mycelium surging through deep dark soil. Ripping flesh. Hunting cries. Green and grow. GREEN AND DEATH. Green Green Green Green Green Gree-!

"Audacious little pet! Aren't you? Oh, you do think your clever!" Amusement sang like venom and traps yet to be sprung. Dying, dying, DYING-! "Oh dear. Again? My poor thing. Hold still. This 'spiritual partner' will make it all better, hmm?"

The hand was back. Cradling my lolling face. W-when had I? G..Gone limp? I can't feel my legs. Can't feel... can't feel.... c-cant f...feel...

GREEN.

I gasp in air, like a drowning man final breaking the surface. My face is sticky. Blood? Tears? Gore? I am terrified to know. Don't have the strength to lift my own head. My magic is being all but ripped out of me. Faster and faster. Like it's being drained into a bottomless pit.

Something beyond sunlight, beyond growth, is reaching back. The very Concept of nature made manifest. What did I summon? What creature? What GOD?! Did I SUMMON?! Please. Forgive me. I.. I didn't mean too! I swear! Please! P-please!

"You know? It's been far too long, since I've had an excuse. I needed a good vacation. And to think," A second hand comes up to cradle my face, with a terribly deceptive gentleness. Tilting my head this way and that, as though to inspect me. "It comes with a free pet. Oh you're going to be so very amusing, I can already tell."

"But don't worry, pet." He nearly crooned. Clearly warming up to his own idea. "I take care of my things."

"And I can just tell. I am going to adore you."

[ari16bri]

Political essay no one asked for from a white, middle class working mom with no qualifications.

Spoiler alert: I'm a socialist.

I was having a conversation with my left-leaning centrist father today. He was asking lots of questions, which he often does. He wants to understand everything, and he wants to have all the information possible so as to avoid alarmist narratives and unnecessary panic. It's a good way to live, in theory.

In my opinion, I told him, the grace that you afford certain groups in late-stage capitalism will be, and currently is being, used against you and your loved ones. When you ask the question, "but why would they want to ban transgender people if they didn't think they were a danger to society," "but why would they want to ban abortions federally if it will cause the deaths of women and children, if they don't truly see it as murder," "but why would they send undocumented migrants to concentration camps?"

My response was as follows.

"Because they are Nazis."

He doesn't like that response. He is concerned that it's drastic, not logical. And, in theory, it's not logical. He says he knows Nazis have existed before, so it makes sense that they would exist again at some point, but are the people in the American government Nazis? Really?"

I told him, very simply, "yes."

I believe that in a society like the one we exist in today, we all have our roles to play. All of them have their place in fascism. Fascists know that each of these roles exist, and they plan for each of them.

I think a very large percentage of American adults fall into the "uninformed" group. There are malicious uninformed individuals, and there are benign (in itself is malicious) uninformed individuals. There are also both sides of the "informed" group. Unlike the uninformed individuals, there also exists "progressive" informed individuals.

Today I posted on my facebook page,

"When capitalism destabilizes, fascists take over to protect their assets, à la oligarchy."

Unsurprisingly, I got a comment from someone I thought was a benign uninformed individual. Their comment was, "is this referring to the 150 year old people collecting SSI benefits?"

Now, obviously, she is a victim of disinformation.

But, that's not benign. That's malicious. That is her part to play in this fascist downspiral. It's a vital part to play, and they are counting on her to continue doing it. It's unfortunate, and perhaps she will live long enough to be able to regret the part she is playing, but she may also not even be capable of realizing it when it's all said and done.

My coworker couldn't give a shit about politics if she watched someone martyred in the street in front of her. Another vital part being played in favor of fascism, right there. "Benign" uninformed individuals who don't think any of this is "that deep," or they think it's funny, and want to see the world burn because they don't care about anything or anyone. They're not actively fighting the progressive cause, but the fascists don't need them to. They're perfectly content with them staying silent.

Silence = consent, in this case (and in this case only).

Back to my lovely father. I told him that part of understanding and adapting to this new society is to recognize that this society is new to us. It has been brewing under the surface for decades (and then some), yes, but it is quite literally the definition of a capitalistic society in collapse.

What happens when capitalism collapses?

Nazis.

He says he can't wrap his mind around the evil it takes to be that. He says, logically, he knows billionaires exist on the backs of wage workers (and, historically, slaves) and that there is essentially no moral way to be that rich, but how (HOW) could their goal to be even richer? How can the world's most rich and powerful want to be even more rich and more powerful?

I said, "because it is what it is."

Fascists want power and they want money.

They want women to get married and have babies and they want the mommies to read the Bible to the babies before bed every night so those babies grow up to be afraid of Hell and go to work and be good members of society, and buy shit, and get married, and have babies.

I said, "you think Trump gives a shit about babies? You think he believes in Jesus, or gives a shit what Jesus would do? He gives a shit about not going to prison. He wants money. He wants power. Elon, too. That's what Project 2025 is all about. It's not alarmist. It is happening. It's happening right in front of us."

The thing is, as of right now, he is playing his part in the fascist downspiral, too. He is grappling with the reality that the world truly is as insecure as our wildest nightmares, and the likelihood of greed to take control has always been there. It's not easy to grasp. We aren't meant to grasp that concept. We are also not meant to be paying to eat and shit and sleep.

We are living in a society and on an economy that is meant to collapse. That's why it happens time and again. We just happen to be living in the period of time that it's collapsing.

My dad is a good person. He is also a non-conformist. He doesn't want to be told what to do. He's an ally in all senses of the word. He just, unfortunately, is playing a part in their game; giving fascists the benefit of the doubt in hopes that no one can be that evil. But they are. And they're here. And it sucks.

In the 'market place of ideas' it is imperative, quite literally by definition, to exclude fucking fascism from the list of options worth considering. Fascism succeeding removes the 'market place of ideas,' and allowing it to be a fucking option will be the downfall of society.

I can't go to jail, I can't lose my kids, I can't do anything rash. Maybe it would be different if I had nothing to lose. So, my part to play is to be informed. I choose not to conform. I listen to my shitty punk music, and I dye my hair blue and purple, and I pierce my face, and I correct people who are saying stupid shit, and I political-post on facebook to piss my (maliciously informed) grandparents off, and I won't stop.

I was raised an anarchist by both parents. I have the privilege to be an anarchist with a lower likelihood of persecution because of my appearance and generational wealth (though I don't have direct, immediate access to it).

Now, imagine I didn't have rich white grandparents to help me buy my house and pay for my phone, or bail me out of jail if it came to that? Imagine I wasn't white and the trauma that is 'what has the world come to,' wasn't new to me? Imagine being black and knowing this was the case from the beginning- being afraid of cops, instead of actively rebelling them? Imagine I didn't have the privilege to talk back to cops when they stop me for stupid shit, or go out of my way to be loudly non-conformist for fear of being singled out and potentially hurt?

Lord, imagine knowing all of this to be true from the beginning only to be told by everyone with a shred of power in this country that I am over reacting, playing the victim, or that it is actually me who is ruining society, simply by existing?

If my white, wealthy conservative family members are playing the parts of the maliciously uninformed and maliciously informed, what part are those in higher risk communities playing? Cannon fodder? Trans people are in danger, actively. Anyone with a skin tone darker than peach is, too. That's been the case. But the danger has ramped up significantly, and we all see it. Anyone who is playing a part against the fascists, at least.

Those are my thoughts.

ACAB. BLM. Trans rights are human rights. Abortion is health care. Health care should be free.

FUCK Trump. FUCK Elon. FUCK fascists.

[habibisagi]

late valentines day present delivery!! >u<

(sorry idk if this is how you would characterize shoujo protag isagi but i thought it'd be cute for him to be super blushy LKDJFSLKFG)

bitti??????????????? BITTI??????????? USER RABBBITSEASON????

crashing out about this peak piece of art under the read more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ❤︎

BITTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUDHFKJFHJKHUJKSHKJHGJKSHFJKHSDJFGHJKSHFGKJHGKUJAJKGFDJKHSJKFDHJKDFGHJK !!!!!!!!!!!!!O8UREGJKHFGLJKSFDHUILJKUILHREGUIJDFG BITTI BITTI BITTI BITTIIIIIII OHHHHHH MY GODDD BITTIIIIIIII. bitti. BITTI!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭

okay. let me take a breath. i need to relax. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE THIS IS LIKE AN ESSAY BUT I AM JUST SO SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS LIKE I HAVE TO YELL ABOUT IT 1 MILLION TIMES

i literally sat here for 40 minutes trying to type a proper response. because i genuinely am losing my mind. i am so serious like actively as i type this there are actual tears in my eyes and i'm literally shaking and sobbing. i am a very pathetic wet soggy cat rn over this ask. this is me right now

i need you to know that i was on call playing ow with my friend when i refreshed my notifications and saw this in my inbox. and i literally screamed on call and literally had to leave the call to scream more. and crash out. i literally started crying and shaking and hyperventilating. BITTI I LOST MY MIND. I AM LOSING MY MIND. and i am still crying as we speak.

i need you to understand this is genuinely the SWEETEST most incredible most amazing and thoughtful thing anyone's ever done for me in my entire life and i am LITERALLY SO ????? SOOOO BEYOND HONORED YOU DREW THIS FOR ME. 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND SOOOOO SOOOOOO FULL OF HAPPINESS GRATEFULNESS AND LOVE. SO MUCH LOVE IN MY HEART OVER THIS. LIKE MY CHEST!!!!!!!! IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO OVERWHELMED /POS AND HAPPY RIGHT NOW I LITERALLY CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO DRAW ME SOMETHING SO AMAZING?????? SO BEAUTIFUL?????? SO THOUGHTFUL?????? SO PERFECT AND GORJUS IN EVERY WAY????? I'M LITERALLY 🥹🥹🥹😭😭🥹🥹😭😭🥹🥹🥹

LIKE. EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND. THE FACT IT'S IN PINK. ❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE FACT HE'S BLUSHING. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE FACT YOU CAN SEE MY NAME ON THE BOX (like OH MY GOD?!?!?!?). ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ HIS HAIR DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND THE SPROUT. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE WAY HE'S DRESSED IN HIS SCHOOL UNIFORM. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE TIE THE VALENTINE'S BOX ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE WAY HE HAS HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH BECAUSE HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE LITTLE HEARTS NEXT TO HIM AND HIS BLUSH ❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND.... THE WAY MY MIND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF SHOUJO ISAGI AND CRASHED OUT BUT THEN........

THEN YOU LITERALLY SPECIFIED AND SAID THIS IS SHOUJO ISAGI??????????? AND IT'S LIKE. LIKE OH MY GOD.??????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! MY BRAIN AND HEART EXPLODED THAT YOU THOUGHT OF THAT. THAT YOU NOTICED I TALK ABOUT HIM AND I'M JUST SO 😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹 KSJFHGGHJKFJKHF I AM SO ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS!!!!! EXACTLY!!!!!! EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM BITTIIIIIIII 🥹😭🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭🥹❤︎😭 THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM BITTI HE IS THE MOST SWEET SHY LOVERBOY BF IN THE WORLD HE BLUSHES A LOT OVER YOU OVER EVERYTHING BECAUSE HE IS SOOO FULL OF LOVE FOR YOU 🥹❤︎ IM SOBBING LIKE ITS LITERALLY HIM THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE HIM AND WRITE HIM HESDDFJGKHHGJ THIS IS SO PERFECT LIKE SO PERFECT

bitti this art genuinely means the world to me. i need you to know that from the bottom of my heart i cannot stress it enough BITTI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND FOREVER BTW. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THIS FOR ME I AM KEEPING IT SO CLOSE TO MY HEART. 🥹😭❤︎ i don't know what i did to deserve this incredible piece BUT I AM. HOLDING IT TO MY CHEST AND SO FULL OF LOVE RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I'M LITERALLY SHOWING THIS TO EVERYONE I KNOW. AND I AM NOT JOKING I'M SHOWING THIS TO MY MOM TOO 🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎ THANK YOU SOOOOO SOOO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH

(heads up I WILL BE REBLOGGING THIS LIKE. EVERY DAY LOL. I NEED THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE IT. i will also put this in my navi i am genuinely so obsessed with it i am never shutting the fuck up!! ^>_<^ ❤︎❤︎❤︎)

if only i could draw....... i would have drawn you an equivalent of this with blade and rin T_T ❤︎❤︎❤︎

ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ILYSM HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY!!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY ENTIRE YEAR, NOT JUST MY VALENTINE'S DAY, WITH THIS I AM SO HAPPY. SOO SO HAPPY. 🥹😭❤︎❤︎❤︎ MWAH MWAH MWAH

[gloriousmonsters]

also about OoT: got to Gerudo Valley in the playthrough me + my brother are watching and the Gerudo are so fucking chill?? 'oooh vicious desert thieves they're so untrustworthy and mean' you kick a girl's ass in single combat a few times and she tells you you're pretty cool and gives you a gym membership card. the lady at horseback archery likes your horse and makes fun of you for getting a low score. after you get a membership card everyone calls you 'rookie' or 'newcomer' and the woman letting you out the gate warns you about the dangers of crossing the desert. i love them

[anthromimicry]

jandy nelson, i'll give you the sun | jean anouilh tr, by lewis galantière | @soulinkpoetry | trista mateer, the dogs i have kissed | the bible

[snekdood]

if you think im mean about my sister a. shes abusive and rwinger and has been bullying my whole life in spite of my trying again and again at bidding for connection with here so atp idrc bc ive tried so hard with her and shes never changes and i just cant be assed but also b. you have no idea how much im holding back for her sake.

[insanechayne]

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[thetriangletattoo]

today my nephew asked me what an mp3 reader is I finally understand my elders

[rotzaprachim]

increasingly of the opinion that the Star Wars character with the cool-aunt shows-up-at-Life Day-With-Every-Possible-Dangerous-Toy in the Falcon and enjoys a cheeky little prosecco spritzer at 5:23 pm while tuning out her friends’ chirping about their little bundles of joy pure unadulterated wine-aunt energy belongs to none other than Leia Organa herself. Periodically she is left to hold the Nephew (grogu) and she’s like... who is this gremlin? her will is a three-way split between chewie grogu and poe dameron

[stardustfanfare]

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[fantabulisticity]

I had grand plans for working all day and going to Karaoke tonight, which would be my first Karaoke night back since my trip, and then I wanted to play in the snow this weekend. But although my chest congestion was WAY better yesterday, it's bad again today (but not as bad as it was Tuesday). So I had to come home sick from work after 2 hours, and I won't get to go to Karaoke or play in the snow unless I get better. Definitely not Karaoke bc that's tonight (or tomorrow night) and 8 hours is NOT enough time to be over an illness enough to be in public. I'm so fucking tired of this.

I don't even feel that bad? I'm the normal amount of tired I would expect to be if I weren't sick, I don't have a fever or any stomach issues, and I can breathe fine most of the time. I'm just congested in my nose, eustachian tubes, and chest, and I have a cough. I'm annoyed and stuffy but not miserable. But I can't pass this around, either, so I can't just go about life as usual without putting people at risk. I'm young and healthy and will get over this eventually, but that isn't the case for everyone, so I have to stay home and be SO BORED and not even be able to sing bc my voice is shitty right now and I don't want to cause any more damage. Apparently sleeping in late and lying on the couch playing video games wasn't enough rest. So I'm going to sleep a bunch today and this weekend and hope I can sleep it off. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[wind-up-boy-toy]

Maybe Dewey is a bit jealous of the support that Huey and Louie have with their parent/uncle, Huey and Louie could probably go out and do things with their parents but Scrooge just wants Dewey out of his hair most of the time.

Maybe Huey is also a lil jealous of Donald too,

Unrelated AU drawing once again!

I figured I should explain how Huey, Dewey and Louie view each other in this AU. Oh boy.

Keep reading

[milkymars]

Everything we know about Bill Cipher's past so far

His home was called Euclydia and it was entirely two dimensional. ("Flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams.")

Bill was unique among his people because he had a mutation that allowed him to see the third dimension. This can mean that either a) Euclideans don't have eyes and Bill is the only one who had one or b) if they did have eyes, he literally had a third eye.

Bill's parents were most likely named Scalene and Euclid. Entering either of their names into the computer gives the prompt LIFE FORM NOT FOUND. Bill is stated to only draw red and blue triangles in art therapy, so those were probably their appearances.

From the code JUSTFITIN, you get this colour-coded poem:

Rock a bye billy Please don’t you cry It’s not your fault You have that strange eye Stay safe with mommy You’ll never fall And we’ll always love you Sharp angles and all

Bill says that everyone in Euclydia loved him. However, it's more likely that he was feared because of his mutation and talk of a third dimension. Bill has said numerous times that love and fear are the same, and if you enter WELLWELLWELLBEING into the computer:

Bill's parents took him to a doctor to help suppress his vision of the third dimension. This has been discovered through the codes on the silly straw page:

Fussy eater, baby Billy / Wouldn't drink unless it's silly The doctor says three sips a day / Will make the visions go away Eye doctor of a different kind / Who wants to make his patient blind Twisted out of shape after the kill / The ghosts of his family are haunting him still

Bill is responsible for the Euclidean massacre. Reversed audio on the website says that "the sky is on fire", and when Bill talks about liberating his dimension, his eye shows a fiery landscape too. Though he claims to have liberated them both in Weirdmageddon and the transmission with Time Baby, he is regretful and misses home. If you type in EVENHISLIESARELIES, you get a transcript of one of his sessions in the theraprism.

And from the axolotl's poem in Curse of the Time Pirate's Treasure:

When he tells Ford about his home dimension, he says that it was destroyed by a monster. And when Ford says that he could seek out the monster and get revenge on it, Bill replies: "Sixer, it would eat you alive." Bill also says that if he tries to talk about the day Euclydia was destroyed, there's a loud buzzing in his ears and he blacks out for 30 seconds. Still, he tells others that he freed everyone and that they are grateful for it. Until he gets drunk and starts calling out for his mom, asking her where she went...

[captainsweet]

I'm confused how me writing some request somehow ended up with most of the cast being dictators, a literal war happening, literal slavery and tons of racism, and so many other sucky things. But then again, they did request it to be Steven Universe based, so... What else do you expect.

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 6 (the finale)

Our time has come, this labor of love is *finished* (at least for now, i could probably be convinced to return to these loves soon)

warnings: none pairing: lando x singlemom!reader word count: 2k words

- A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 - A Package Deal - Part 5 - Master List

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yourusername cold but happy carlossainz still can't believe you convinced Lando to spend Christmas in the cold. >>>yourusername oh it wasn't me! Stella said she wanted to learn how to ski, next thing I know he's booking a 2 week trip to Switzerland! >>>landonorris what my girl wants, my girl gets. 🤷🏻

Christmas, 2025 "Momma, are you sure Santa knows to bring my presents here this year and to not leave them at home?" The concern etched on Stella's face has you grinning into your wine glass.

"Yes, my darling." You assure her, patting her head as she snuggles deeper into Lando's side. "I wrote him a letter weeks ago, remember? You were with me when we mailed it! When you wake up tomorrow morning, all of your presents will be underneath that tree right over there."

This had been Stella's number one concern ever since Lando had announced that he'd booked a house at one of the most exclusive resorts in Gstaad, Switzerland for the Christmas holiday. You had spent a significant amount of time since discussing the fact that yes, Santa did know she wasn't going to be at home this year and yes, he would be able to deliver her presents here instead.

You had been in the mountain town for a few days now, spending nearly every waking moment on the slopes. It was beginning to feel routine, the way you all woke up around the same time and had breakfast together before getting your snow gear on and heading out onto the mountain. You had enrolled Stella in ski school that first day, despite Lando's protests that he could absolutely teach her to ski by himself, and she was thriving. It took a Herculean effort to get her off of her skis every evening but you were happy Stella was having fun.

Today you had managed to get Stella off the mountain early in order to go to dinner with Max and Pietra, who were also staying at the resort for Christmas. Max's initial reservations about Lando dating a single mom had long since evaporated into thin air, after he had seen how much both Stella and Lando adored each other this year. By the middle of the summer, you and Pietra had also become much closer as well, so you enjoyed traveling with Lando's friends who you now considered yours as well.

There was a crackling fire in the huge fireplace that took up most of the external wall of the large four bedroom chalet-style home and above the fireplace, Elf played on the tv. Stella was snuggled up between you and Lando, her head buried underneath Lando's arm, while her feet were stretched across your lap. Lando's arm is flung over the side of the couch, his fingers tangled in yours as his thumb brushes soft circles over the back of your hand. After a few days with a lot of activity, it felt nice to finally spend the evening relaxing in the quiet of your own space.

As the credits to Elf begin to roll, you tap Stella's feet, a signal that it's time to get moving. "Come on, baby girl, it's time for bed. Go brush your teeth and then I'll be in to read more of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and tuck you in, okay? The sooner you get to sleep, the faster Santa comes!"

Stella stretches out her legs and whines, sounding a lot like a cat after it wakes up from a long nap. "I want Dad to tuck me in tonight."

The entire world goes still as you suck in a breath at the name she just used for the very first time. On the other side of the couch, you see Lando freeze too, gaze snapping straight to you as his fingers tighten around yours. The request has your heart squeezing in your chest, a response to her question simply unable to form in your brain.

Stella senses the mood shift in the room and glances up first at you and then over at Lando. "What? Can't Daddy tuck me in just this once?"

Daddy.

Lando's stomach does a somersault up into his throat as he grips onto your hand for reassurance. Had she just...

It really shouldn't have been a surprise, he'd realize later once Stella was fast asleep and you were curled up in his arms in your shared bed. Ever since Silverstone back in July, Lando had practically moved in to your house in all but name. He'd decided to rent out his Monaco apartment to one of the new rookie drivers next season, choosing to remain full time in England where you were. The teachers and parents at school all knew him not as Lando Norris, Formula 1 driver but as the man that often picked up Stella from school whenever he was able to. Stella's teacher had even begun including him on her weekly email newsletters she always sent out on Friday afternoons. He was as ingratiated into this family as both you and Stella were.

But hearing her call him dad for the first time? The new title did something to Lando's heart that he wasn't sure he'd ever recover from.

Emotion claws at his throat as he struggles to find the simple words to answer her request.

"Of course he can, honey." You whisper, seeing the shock and adoration sit heavy on Lando's face. Your own voice is with thick with emotion too. "Do you need help finding some jammies to change into?" You ask as Stella slowly gets up from her little nest between you and Lando.

"Dad can help me." She says with a shrug, as if the name is the most natural thing in the world.

Lando moves to get off the couch as Stella pads down the hallway, the brand new teddy bear she had conned him into buying at a shop today tucked into the crook of her elbow. He squeezes your shoulder as you look up at him, brilliant smile stretching over your face.

"You okay?" You ask as he rounds the couch, following behind Stella, dazed look still on his face.

Lando rubs at the back of his neck, stopping for a moment before turning back to you. His eyes shimmer with tears as he glances behind him and then back at you. "I think so...is...is that okay with you? Her calling me..." He pauses, trying to work his mouth around the next word, "dad like that?"

You're surprised to see concern flit across his face, like you could possibly be upset at what had just happened. "Lando." You murmur, rising from the couch to stand in front of him. You slip your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are warm despite the fact that his kiss is hesitant at first. He quickly reads the emotion you pour into him though: confidence, love, desire. All of it positive and he knows without needing to hear anything vocalized that you're just happy about his new title as he is.

You tuck your head into his neck, nuzzling at the warm spot you love so much. "She loves you so much and so do I. You're the best thing that could have ever happened to us, Lando Norris."

Lando chuckles. "I think it's the opposite way around, my love. You two are the best thing that could have ever happened to me."

"DAAAAAAD" From the end of the hall, Stella's little voice calls out and you both can't help the laugh that pulls you apart. "I'm waaaaaaiting!!! Stop kissing Momma and come read to me!" She demands.

"The Princess awaits." Lando mutters before giving you one last peck on the cheek and turning away to walk down the hall towards Stella's room.

Over an hour later and you're 2 glasses of wine deeper than you were when Lando left you, still sitting alone on the couch. You're beginning to think he's fallen asleep putting Stella to bed only because you've done the same thing countless amounts of times over the years when you hear the door to her room whisper open.

"You were in there a long time." You murmur as Lando sits down on the couch before he pulls you into his lap. You set the wine glass down on the side table next to you so you can wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Stella and I had some things to discuss." He says lightly.

Lando's body relaxes as he tucks his head into your neck. If there's one thing you adore about your boyfriend you'll adore until the ends of time it's how affectionate he is. He's always touching you when you're near and he never gives half-hearted hugs, they're something he pours his full body into. The same goes with cuddling, it's never halfway with Lando when it comes to physical affection and you simply cannot ever get enough.

"Oh?" You laugh, grinning at him. "And what are you two plotting now?"

Lando shifts, glancing away as if he's nervous to answer your question. "Stella calling me dad just had me thinking about things..."

You lift an eyebrow. "Things?"

"Yeah" Lando nods. He takes a deep breath and pulls you closer into his chest. "I just got to thinking and maybe it’s time we make things official."

"What are you talking about?" Confusion has you pulling away from him so you can look at him. There's a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you have to resist the urge to kiss him, despite the fact that you are fully lost as to what he's talking about. "You’ve been calling me your girlfriend for months now?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I mean official official. With this." Lando lifts his hips off the couch and pulls out a black velvet box from his pocket. For the second time that night, your heart stalls in your chest, world tilting a bit on its axis.

"Lan." You whisper before sucking in a breath as he opens the top of the ring box. Nestled in the black velvet sits the most gorgeous ring you'd ever laid eyes on. It's simple and perfect and something you would have picked out on your own had you been let loose in a jewelry store.

"Marry me, baby." Lando's voice is thick, anxiety and nerves evident in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. "I never want to go back to a world where you and Stella aren't in my life. Stella sees me as her dad, I hope you can see me as your husband and father of the rest of our babies one day. I love you so much l. Spend the rest of your life with me?

It's a wonder the sound of your heart clattering against your ribcage doesn't wake Stella up it's so loud. Blood rushes past your ears so loudly, the sounds of the house are muffled for a moment and all you can do is stare at Lando. He doesn't move, a look of anxiety and love and hundreds of other emotions sitting so plainly on his face you can barely form a thought.

"Of course. Oh my god. Of course." Your right hand finds his cheek and you frame his face with your hand as he takes your left hand before slipping the ring on your finger. A perfect fit.

"Yeah?" A wash of relief crashes over Lando because for a moment he thought you were about to reject him.

When he had finished reading a chapter of Stella's book to her, he had as casually as he could brought up the idea of them being a family for real next year. Stella had been a bit confused, asking him if the weren't already a real family but Lando had quickly explained he meant he wanted to marry you but only if Stella thought that was a good idea because she was part of their family too and what she thought mattered to him just as much as what you thought.

You nod, laughing through your tears before crashing your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Yeah." You mutter against his mouth.

"I was going to do this tomorrow morning" Lando pulls away, glancing down at your hand that's still captured between his. "But it just felt right tonight. Stella was so excited, she started asking what kind of dress she’d get to wear at the wedding."

"Oh Lando." You coo before you allow him to lay you down on the couch, kissing you as he goes.

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123 likes liked by BFFSarah, CarlosSainz, yourdad, and others yourusername mrs. norris has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? 😘 BFFSarah OH. MY. GOD. I'm sobbing. Bestie. I love you. I love him. I love Stella. I'm so happy for you!!! >>>yourusername ❤️❤️❤️ thank you babes >>>BFFSarah sorry, back again to tell you holy SHIT that ring!! @/landonorris you did good!! >>>landonorris why thank you! ☺️

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1,098,874 likes liked by yourusername, mclaren, zakbrownceo, and others landonorris santa can't compete with my present this year zakbrownceo congratulations to both of you!!! we'll have to throw a little party when you're back in the new year! >>>yourusername thanks zak!! you are too good to us! user009 the gold digger got what she wanted...how long til she's knocked up with baby number 2? gotta get that bag somehow... >>>user221 seriously. bro fell for the oldest trick in the book. fucking gross. >>>user223 hey so this is a fucking WILD thing to say about someone you don't even know so publicly. JESUS. user928 OH MY GOD THEY'RE ENGAGED user230 we're going to get dad lando content FOREVER >>>user929 the way i live for stella/lando content and now we get even MORE??? Yes please!!!

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