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Forged Divinity Chapter 27: Leannan Fucks Everything Up

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CW: past institutionalized slavery, religious themes, book burning, conditioning

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“This place is amazing,” Jeanette said flatly, petting the purring cat in her lap.

She and Enjolras sat opposite each other on the couches in the Longhouse common room.

“It is,” Enjolras agreed, sensing Jeanette meant more than she was saying.

“You have electricity. Water systems. Plenty of food,” she tilted her head to the side, “I assume the city beyond the island has similar resources?”

“The same, if not better.”

“Why not expand, then? Share this wealth with more people?”

“We’re not expansionists,” Enjolras said, “We would never take control of more territory by force.”

“But you could take on more territory. Support more people.”

“Only if they want us to, and… we did sort of tank our reputation, twelve years ago. The kind of people we would want to join us tend to despise us.”

“How do you keep all this secret? The Iowans, I mean.”

“The general population in the city has no idea. Only a select few La Libera agents know the details. We have good people. We’re lucky.”

“Now that I know the secret, am I forbidden from leaving?” Jeanette asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“Not at all,” Enjolras said, “I think you…” she paused, “I’m not sure. I just trust you.”

Jeanette looked away, her hands pausing on the cat’s back.

“I don’t think I would, you know,” she said, “Leave, that is. This place is…”

“It’s pretty magical, right?” Enjolras grinned.

Jeanette shot her a rare smile.

“It is.”

“Hej, you let me know if there’s anyplace you have trouble accessing,” Enjolras said quickly, “We can whip up a ramp for your wheelchair no problem. I’m looking into getting you a better one, too, maybe even one with a motor.”

Jeanette blinked in surprise.

“Thank you, I,” she faltered, “I’m used to being confined to one place. One room.”

“If you’d prefer to stay in, that can be arranged too.”

“No, no,” Jeanette said, “I like…” she glanced at the piano, “I’d like to be able to get around more.” Enjolras watched her as she stared at the floor for a bit before mumbling, “I used to think it was bad karma, or something…”

“Wait, how do you know what karma is?” Enjolras asked, but before Jeanette could answer the door opened and Leannan walked in.

He looked utterly exhausted and defeated, his shoulders slumped and his eyes red.

“Oh, karulino,” Enjolras stood and went to him, “What do you need? What can I do?”

“Can I go lie down?” Leannan whispered.

“Of course, there’s a room all ready for you. Let me show you.”

They left the common room and went down the hall. The doors were numbered, and Enjolras opened number six.

It was a cozy little room. The furniture was all pine: a full-size bed, a dresser, and a bedside cabinet. There was also a small mirror, a woven wool rug, and a vase of flowers. The single window had the curtains drawn to keep out the heat of the sun. As Leannan looked around his face tensed like he might cry again.

“I’m not usually…” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be better tomorrow.” He glanced nervously toward Enjolras, unable to look directly at her.

“You don’t have to be better tomorrow,” Enjolras said, “You can take all the time you need.” She tilted her head, watching him. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just say so.”

“If you could just tell me what to do,” Leannan whispered, “Because I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m not your master, Leannan. You don’t have to do what I say.”

“Then what do I do?” Leannan swiped away a stray tear.

“Whatever you want.”

Leannan looked around the room again, chewing his lip.

“I’d like to be alone. Please.”

“Okay,” Enjolras said gently, “You can stay here as long as you like. Maybe we’ll give you a proper tour tomorrow, yeah?”

Leannan nodded, still unable to look at her.

Enjolras didn’t really want to leave him alone. He looked terribly forlorn, standing lost in his room, trying not to cry. But respecting Leannan’s wishes was a top priority at the moment.

She stepped out of the room, closed the door, and went to talk to Jeanette about karma.

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Leannan didn’t like the goats, and the goats didn’t like him.

He was headbutted by one as soon as he stepped into the pen, sending him sprawling into the dust. When Teresa tried to show him how to milk one, he spent far too long hesitantly squeezing a goat’s teat with zero results, until the goat lost patience and kicked the milk bucket into him. One change of clothes later – into a burnt orange-colored set, which made him irrationally upset – his tour of Goat Island continued with the chicken run. The children showed him the nesting boxes and collected the fresh eggs, and Leannan, of course, dropped one. Then Peter and Rory made him hold a chicken, and he did, just to humor them, but the bug-eyed creature squawked relentlessly and finally escaped by digging its talons into Leannan’s wrist. Then it was off to the restaurant kitchen, where there was a first-aid station set up in the corner. Shannon, who had been helping prepare lunch, washed and treated the scratch, wrapping it up and declaring him good as new. Then Peter and Rory were bouncing up and down demanding to show Leannan the arcade cabinet and the pool table downstairs, and the look Leannan shot Shannon must have been so pathetic that she took pity on him.

“Okay, Peter? Rory? Why don’t you go play downstairs, I think Leannan needs a break.”

They were surprisingly receptive to this, though they made Leannan promise he’d come look at their toys and games soon. Then they took off, and Leannan’s body sagged as their boundless energy left the room.

“They’re a handful at that age,” Shannon said knowingly, “You’re doing great.” She smiled. “Come on, I have someplace a little calmer and quieter to show you.”

The two of them walked back to the Longhouse, Shannon politely waving off the occasional Iowan who wanted to join them. They passed Jeanette and Enjolras chatting in the common room – Leannan couldn’t help but notice they hadn’t moved since he’d left that morning – and Shannon led him through the first door in the hallway. She turned and spread her arms with a grin.

“Welcome to the library!”

Leannan froze.

He was surrounded by books. It wasn’t a large room by any means, but the walls were lined with floor-to ceiling shelves and each shelf was at least half full of books. Dangerous books. Unholy books. More than Leannan had ever seen before in his life.

There were a trio of armchairs in the middle of the room, and Leannan grabbed the back of one as he swayed with shock.

“Leannan?” Shannon touched his shoulder, worried – his horror was apparent on his face.

“You can’t have these!” Leannan yelped, grabbing her arm, “These are dangerous, Shannon, books bring evil, and destruction, I’ve seen it, they – why are these here?”

“They’re not evil!” Shannon argued, a bit bewildered, “Leannan, books are just… words, they can’t hurt you.”

But Leannan knew that they could. Jeanette’s collection of books, a mere fraction of the amount gathered here, had been the catalyst of Donda Island’s destruction. He couldn’t let that happen here, too.

“They can, and they will! Shannon, God will punish us for keeping these here, we have to get rid of them!”

Her mouth fell open slightly as she realized how serious Leannan was.

“Leannan, we’ve been building this collection for years, if God was going to do anything about, it would’ve happened a while ago.”

Enjolras appeared in the doorway, drawn by the sound of their argument.

“What’s…?”

“Enjolras, you saw it!” Leannan desperately tried to pull her to his side, “The whole of Donda Island burned and it was all because of a box of books! Tell Shannon, we can’t keep these!”

Enjolras let out a slow breath.

“Leannan. Books aren’t dangerous.”

“But!”

“What happened on Donda Island was people taking advantage of the fear of books. People, doing things, not God, and certainly not the books themselves.”

Leannan’s shoulders slumped. He could tell he wasn’t going to convince either of them. They didn’t understand, not like he did. They hadn’t seen what he had seen.

Leannan was withdrawn the rest of the day. He smiled and laughed at Rory and Peter’s antics like he was supposed to, but internally he was haunted by the presence of blasphemous texts in their midst.

It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t right.

His distracted state didn’t go unnoticed. The children whined that he wasn’t really looking when they showed him their toys and games and he only nodded halfheartedly. At dinner the adults tried to engage him in conversation, but Leannan just couldn’t keep up.

He slept restlessly that night, trapped in a half-asleep nightmare of fire, fire, fire. He finally jerked awake, drenched in sweat, and knew he had to do something.

It took him five tries to light the wood stove in the common room. His hands kept shaking, and he kept flinching back from the tiny flame that erupted from the end of the taper as he struck it. But he got it going, somehow, and fed it a log.

Then he started feeding it books.

He went to the library and gathered as many into his arms has he could and carried them back to the common room, setting them down in front of the stove. He shoved in as many as would fit, and watched their covers curl up and the pages catch and the words disappear into smoke.

Then he did it over again.

He felt a little sick, maybe from the heat, maybe from the physical exertion. He was shaking, and sweating, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. These books would destroy this place, destroy Shannon, and Rory, and Peter, and Lena, and Enjolras. They’d almost destroyed Jeanette once already. They’d almost destroyed him. Leannan couldn’t let that happen again. He could feel the panic deep in his gut, staggering his breaths and bringing heat to his eyes, and he soothed it by throwing more books into the stove.

He finished a row on the first shelf, and kept going.

Leannan couldn’t read words, but he could read clocks. The one on the wall of the common room read 1:20. The books took a long time to burn, even as the fire roared brightly. He hoped he’d be able to get rid of most of them before anyone woke up.

Heat enveloped the room, rolling off the stove in waves. Leannan’s shirt stuck to his back, and his curls pasted to his forehead. He bore through it, feeding the fire more books, swiping sweat and tears off his face with the back of his hand.

Shannon and Enjolras would be angry with him. That thought was scary. But they didn’t understand.

He added another book, and another, and…

He stopped.

He was holding a red and black book, with an image of two figures standing by a wall.

It was a copy of one of Jeanette’s books. The one she’d read to him. The one about the nameless woman.

It was the one he’d seen ripped in half. The one he’d been sad to see ripped in half, because there was a person in there. There was a person in the book, telling her story, showing him her strange world. Missing her daughter.

He sat and stared at the book for a very long time, as if just by looking he could hear the words inside again. He turned it over and looked at the back. There was a whole block of unintelligible white text, and up in the corner a tiny photograph of a woman with a mysterious smile.

Leannan swallowed hard around a lump in his throat.

It was just another book. A cursed, unholy item that would bring him only misfortune.

And yet, he couldn’t throw it on the fire.

Tears dropped from his cheeks onto the book, and he instinctively wiped them away, not wanting to damage the cover. He sobbed as he realized what his action meant, overwhelmed with helplessness and confusion.

What if all the books had people in them.

“Enjolras!” he staggered to his feet, clutching the book to his chest, “Enjolras!”

He panted from the high temperature, wandering out into the cooler hallway.

“Enjolras!”

She burst out of her bedroom, running down the hallway to him.

“Leannan! What’s going on? Why do I smell smoke?”

Leannan couldn’t answer, his throat was too choked with tears. Enjolras swept past him into the common room, and cursed.

“Diable – Leannan, what did you do?!”

Others were poking their heads out of their rooms now, and Shannon rushed to Leannan’s side.

“What’s happening?” she asked, worried.

Enjolras returned, ducking into the library.

“Fuck!” she shouted. Leannan flinched. Shannon ran past him to look into the library, and then into the common room, putting the pieces together.

“Oh! Oh, Leannan, no!” she cried, “How could you!”

The hallway was crowded with spectators now, frowning adults and wide-eyed children.

“What’s going on?” Aisling called, her hands protectively on Peter’s shoulders.

Shannon stormed back into the hallway.

“Leannan’s been burning books!” she shouted. The group fluttered with murmurs.

“I’m sorry,” Leannan whispered.

“Two dozen, at least!” Enjolras joined them, “Leannan, what…” she spotted the onlookers, and took Leannan’s arm, “Okay, come this way – someone put the kids back to bed, this isn’t…” Enjolras sounded unusually lost. Leannan saw Aisling nod her head before he was pulled into the stifling heat of the common room. The fire still burned brightly, and his unfinished stack of books sat before it.

Shannon followed them, running her hands through her hair.

“Leannan, what were you thinking?” she pleaded, “What would make you think this was a good idea?”

Leannan couldn’t look at either of them.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, breathing hard.

“Leannan, this is serious,” Enjolras said, “Some of those books were incredibly rare, it’s taken over a decade to collect them all.”

Leannan finally cracked.

“I’m sorry!” he sobbed, “I’m really really, sorry, I was trying to do the right thing, I don’t want anything to happen to anyone, I don’t want anyone to die, and I thought, I really thought, that the books, they’re not – they’re not safe, but I shouldn’t have, not without your permission, I’m so sorry, I think…” he started to cry harder as it hit him, still clinging to the book, “I think I’m not supposed to be here, I think I was sold for a reason, I don’t think God wants me to be here, I think I should have stayed with Phineas…”

He gasped as Shannon grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“God’s not real, Leannan!” she shouted at him.

Leannan stared at her, at her teary eyes and trembling chin, until his eyes slid off, gazing into space. Of course they were heathens. Of course they were.

“Enjolras,” he croaked, “Enjolras, you have to punish me.” He spun around when she didn’t reply, rushing over to her. “Enjolras, I – I disobeyed, I burned your things, I knew I shouldn’t have, I knew it was wrong, you have to punish me for being bad, please.”

Enjolras looked at him sadly.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“No, no, Enjolras, you have to, I did something wrong, please,” he dropped to his knees in front of her, his voice rising in volume with his panic, “You’re my master, if I do something wrong you have to punish me, if you don’t then God will and it’ll be worse, please, Enjolras, you have to punish me, please punish me, ple-e-ease!” Leannan’s words fell apart into wails as he doubled over, hunching around the book he still cradled.

“Leannan,” Enjolras’ familiar hand rested on his back, “Let’s just go to bed, huh?”

“Yes!” Leannan’s head whipped up, determined to seize the opportunity, “Yes, I can do that, I can do anything, Enjolras, I’ll do anything you want!”

Enjolras shut her eyes, wincing.

“No,” she said firmly, “No, that’s not what I meant. I just want you to go to sleep, and we’ll figure out what to do in the morning. Okay?” She opened her eyes again, and while she didn’t look angry her gaze burned Leannan down to his core.

“Yes, Enjolras,” he breathed. She took his elbows and helped him to his feet.

When he turned around, everyone was staring at him.

The children and teens had been convinced to stay in their rooms, but all the adults had witness Leannan’s breakdown. They wore a range of expressions from horrified, to sad, to… disgusted. Leannan’s stomach flipped. Shame clenched around his heart, making it beat a trapped, panicked rhythm.

They weren’t like him. They didn’t understand. They hadn’t seen the world out there. They hadn’t seen the wrath of God, up close and personal, as Leannan had so many times before.

How could he ever explain twelve years of… that?

The only person who didn’t look upset was Jeanette. Her gaze was as icy and calm as usual. She leaned against the back of the couch and held out her hand.

“Leannan,” she said simply.

Leannan moved towards her like a magnet, taking her outstretched hand. They supported each other, and the small crowd parted to let them through. Jeanette guided him down the hallway to his room, and they climbed onto the bed. Leannan lay on his side facing the window, hugging the book to his chest, and Jeanette curled comfortingly around his back and rubbed his arm.

“It’ll be okay,” was all she said.

He didn’t believe her.

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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 1 year ago

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I fantasize every single day about having my own house, decorated in a bright flourish of colors and filled with fun silly knickknacks and the comfiest furniture. I'll have a dishwasher and a washer/dryer set, and enough windows to let the light in. I'll have ac and heat, and a fan just in case. The lamps will have fun shapes, like flower bulbs, and there will be a clock that makes noises every hour like the one in my parents house.

My bed will be a queen size, and it's gonna have fun sheets and covers and maybe even something crocheted for the top (I would have the money to buy someone's work, to pay them what they deserve.) I'll put up glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, and do wallpaper on some walls and paint on others. No carpets, but a couple of rugs and mats with pretty patterns.

One of the rooms will be a small library, only half- filled because I have so much more I want to read. It'll also have a work desk maybe for my computer and a sketchbook, and there's plushies peeking out off some of the shelves.

There's gonna be a basement, and that's where all my art stuff will be. An art studio, but it's not fancy, and it's going to be messy as all hell, but I'll get to work with clay on the wheel again, paint things on a big canvas, or just draw. Maybe accidentally drink paint out of my mug. There'll be a fan in the basement window to keep the air down there from becoming too bad.

I'll have one dog and one cat. The dog will get training and get to go to a groomers and he'll protect the house but also get so many kisses and snuggles, and when I walk in to get a cat I'll ask who's been there the longest and who needs the most help, maybe an elderly cat, and I'll love it forever. It'll have toys and a cat tree and two litter boxes. I'll make time to walk the dog every week, and we can go to a dog park for many zoomies.

I want a guest bedroom that's clean and always ready to go, so my friends will always have a safe place to be if they need it. They can come over for fun times and we can make food together, and some of them will get antsy and ask to do dishes with me cause they want to help, so I'll rinse off the dishes and they can put them in the washer, or vice versa. They'll never have to, because they're my favorite guests in the whole world, but I'd never let them stew in anxiety over a couple of plates.

I don't have a green grass lawn. I hate mowing. There's gonna be flowers everywhere instead, and I'll have a bunch of written notes about where the sunlight goes and how much shading there is so I can make sure each plant gets the proper amount of light. I'll have a list in my big binder, all the flower names and where they are and what they need. I know it'll take me years to get everything set up and grown, but it'll be a really big reward to have butterflies and birds. There will be a big multi-feeder like my grandma has, and a squirrel feeder opposite side of it to keep them separated. I want a gooseberry bush so I can make a pie. I'll have a composter. I'll have overwhelming amounts of zucchini and sheepishly offer them to my neighbors every year. I want to be friends with all my neighbors.

I'll know all the people in the neighborhood and their kids, I'll say hi and give them food and be a part of the community. When the kids go out and play on our street like I did as a kid, they'll be safer cause I'll be an adult worth trusting. My dog will always be happy to see them and I'll never be mean and yell at the kids when they get too rowdy. If a neighbor wants to be left alone I'll leave them be, but I'll make sure they know I'm here if there's ever an emergency or they need a working phone, like our old neighbors did for us.

I'll have a ramp and no steps to get into my house, because I want my friends on wheels to be able to easily get inside my house. If I gotta have stairs inside my house, I want to someday afford one of those wheelchair lifts so they're not stuck to one floor. The floor space will be clean and open enough for the chair to zoom everywhere. I'll have a shower that's handicap accessible like the one in my family home now, along with a huge bathtub. I'll make my home accommodating in all the ways they suggest so I can have my friends be safe and comfortable when they're with me.

I could have a pond out in the back, like my grandparents did. Get toads every summer, get some fun plants to make it a diverse ecosystem. It would be lined with big rocks and the birds would like it, even if the water isn't clear. Could also get a bird bath. I'd take my grandmother's books about identifying birds with me, so I can learn about which ones are coming to my garden. I'd learn about all the different insects scuttling through the dirt.

There'd be two medical kits, one in the bathroom and one in the kitchen. Everything would be organized so I don't have to go rummaging through drawers at 3 am for a bandaid.

It wouldn't always be the cleanest place, because I know myself, but once a month I could hire a cleaning service and pay them to help me. It might be a little awkward at first, but I'll be very nice to them and check to see if I can leave a tip for the hard work, and maybe offer them zucchini bread.

I don't watch TV, but I'd probably have a small one in the living room that has a DVD player, perched in one of those wood shelves that have cupboards filled to brim with movies and shows and even music I like. I'd have them on in the background while I do things, cause I need the audio. I won't have to pay for streaming sites because every show I love I can hold in my hands.

I can never bring myself to hang my clothes up in a closet, so I'll have a couple baskets of clean clothes I can look through. I'll learn how to iron. I'll be able to pay to have my clothes tailored to fit me. The closet will have Legos in it instead, or some very soft nerf guns, or board games I know I love. I'll make messes I won't clean up for a week, but I'll be able to build a Lego city with my friends when they come over or build marble towers.

I'll host tea parties where we can have fun and dress up in pretty clothes, and costume parties where my friends can come and show off their cosplays. There'll be good food, maybe potlucks. I'll learn how to be a good host and maybe my friends will make friends with each other sometimes. Every holiday and season will get its own special flag that I'll hang outside my house. I'll have a welcome mat at the door.

I'll have pictures of my friends hanging up on the wall. I'll have paintings from artists I love. I'll have figurines and interesting rocks I found.

I'll have my friend's favorite sweets in the pantry for when they come visit. My fridge will always have food in it. There's vanilla ice cream in the freezer. The fridge won't have any fancy computers and alexas inside, none of my stuff ever will, but it'll have a long lifespan and be easy to repair.

I'll have the family piano and my violin case on top of it. My guitar will be safe in its stand. They'll all be clean, tuned, and well cared for. I'll never be forced to play an instrument ever again, but I can always pick them up again, and it'll be my choice.

There will always be clean water. I can walk around my whole neighborhood safely. I can go to the park and climb something. A grocery store might even be within walking distance! (But there will be a bus line that can take me there if not, or maybe a train, if the future is kind.)

The roof will be well tended. I might have solar power and a backup generator. The house's siding will be nice and clean. I'll have a nice fence that doesn't go too high so I can chat with my neighbors if they like.

I'll have a calendar on the wall to mark off each day, and even if there will be bad days (cause there will always be bad days) at least I know that I lived through another one. And that's definitely good enough.

#suds soapbox #ill also have the jar with my uterus in it up on a high shelf so i can flip it off occasionally #but we dont talk about that

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nbenvs3000w24 · 1 year ago

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Unpacking the World of Privilege

Hi everyone!

Welcome back to my third blog post!

So far, we’ve talked about more light hearted subjects such as my evolutionary relationship with nature, my personal experiences with nature and my ideal world as an environmental interpreter and what that would entail. In this week's post, I am going to reflect on what role privilege plays in nature interpretation and how I have experienced forms of privilege within my own life. As we head into this weeks blog post, I acknowledge that myself and those who read this, might feel moments of discomfort or uneasiness however, I believe this to be an important topic to reflect on.

To begin, privilege to me is the advantages and benefits that come with having a certain identity such as race, gender, or economic status that often provides easier access to opportunities, resources and overall a heightened sense of well-being and success. As mentioned in the readings this week, many individuals born into more privileged environments, “are not taught to recognize their own privileges,” and after reflecting on my own life, I’ve realized that there are many ‘invisible backpacks’ I carry that I haven’t truly recognized (Gallavan, 2005). To get personal and transparent, I am white, middle class, speak English, was able to get a University degree with help from my family, was not born with physical or cognitive disabilities and wake up each day with a roof over my head and food on the table. Although many of these things might seem small or trivial, the impact they can hold is significant without even realising it.

An experience in my life where I truly realized my own privilege, was when I volunteered at Kids Ability to assist in a swim program for children with disabilities. I learned through my time assisting these children that there are barriers and obstacles they face that do not make them any less of a person, but that gives a person like me an amplitude of challenges I will never have to face. If I connect this topic to the world of nature interpretation, the concept of privilege is particularly important when considering individuals with disabilities as they may face various barriers that affect their ability to access and interpret the natural world around them. For example, physical access to natural spaces that lack wheelchair ramps or accessible trails or inadequate visual or tactile tools such as braille or audio descriptions. As mentioned in the textbook, it is important as nature interpreters to integrate all audiences by providing opportunities for building social skills for those with and without disabilities while also recognizing our own privilege we carry in relation to those around us. Some suggested examples of proper etiquette when working with people with disabilities are: don’t “talk down’ to a person with a disability, speak in a normal tone of voice, be patient and encouraging, do not lean on a wheelchair or any other assistive device, offer assistance only when permission is given, etc (Beck, 2018). Most importantly, as an interpreter it is important to treat every person in your audience the way you would want to be treated and in regard to people with disabilities, “interpreting to people with disabilities involves getting people to participate and learn by building on their knowledge, interests, and skills, just as with any group of visitors!” (Beck, 2018).

Thank you for reading and I hope you were able to take something away from this post, whether that be reflecting on your own privilege or gaining more knowledge on how to interact with those around you. As always, treat others the way you want to be treated and be kind!!!!!

Cheers, Natalie

References:

Gallavan, N. P. (2005). Helping teachers unpack their "invisible knapsacks". Multicultural Education, 13(1), 36. https://link-gale-com.subzero.lib.uoguelph.ca/apps/doc/A137921591/AONE?u=guel77241&sid=bookmark-AONE&xid=9fe2f151

Beck, L., Cable, T.T., & Knudson, D.M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: for a better world. Sagamore Publishing.

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latenightsimping · 2 years ago

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so i'm travelling by train today, and sometimes, being a wheelchair user just sucks. like, the doors will open to nobody, and you need a ramp to get down that only the staff can work.

so it happened on one of my changes, and i was like ah beans. one really nice guy asks if i need help, i'm like yeah could you go get someone for me?

then this group of four guys show up, and they're the most british 'lads' you can imagine. they offer to just pick me up, heavy ass wheelchair included, which i politely turn down to my tech being like four grand to replace (which is another conversation but anyway) and i can't see it from my vantage point, but they've spotted the staff on the other end of the platform.

the only way i can explain what happened next is just pure roasting from the lads. cries of "HURRY UP" and "CHOP CHOP" as they clap their hands. one madlad tries to wrangle the ramp themselves. the others are proper jeering this staff member (who had no fault in this btw, there was a mix up of communication). a security guard swans in, and i have suspicions of my new mates being a bit steaming, so they scarper after they make sure i'm okay.

just made my day that this chaotic lads on tour decided to do a side quest to help a wheelchair user off the train lmaoooo

#it's always a gamble if you're gonna get helped or ignored #and tbh it massively skews towards helpful

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bannedbookreader · 9 months ago

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For the fic writer asks - 6, 12, 18 and 24!

Thank you!

6; so I was really curious about this, but copying all of The Grand Investigation of Tom Bronson into word counter caused it to crash three times

12; does family themes count as a trope?

18; I have an entire section I cut from the last chapter for a variety of reasons. Spoilers I guess?

“Yeah Yo-yo, we got the groceries.” Tom sighed into his phone. It wasn't easy holding the overly full reusable totes on his lap while also pressing his phone to his ear.

“Everything?”

“As much as we could.” Tom glanced back at Grant with a slightly exasperated look. It was hard to tell at the angle and with Grant’s face mask, oversized sunglasses, and hood, but he seemed to be smirking.

“What does that mean?!”

“It's December! Vegetables aren't exactly fresh this time of year.”

“You didn't get the vegetables?!”

The wheelchair hit an uneven slab of concrete, almost sending the groceries they did have flying. Tom managed to keep the canvas bags on his lap while Grant saved his phone from shattering. Instead of returning the phone to Tom, Grant held it to one of his cauliflowered ears.

“Can y'all argue about this later? It's hard enough getting through this part of town with this damn chair when we don't have to worry about bags of food.”

Tom had no idea what Yolanda said but Grant gave a quick, somewhat dismissive goodbye before passing the phone back.

“I kinda like the chair.”

“Hm?”

Tom shifted slightly, still getting used to talking to someone directly behind him. “It beats being stuck in the Brownstone recovery room. And Pops has given me some tips.”

“Tips?”

“He showed me how to do a wheelie. Kinda looking forward to it when I get my arm strength back.” Tom grinned.

“Sounds like fun I guess.”

“Even if it's not fun it seems helpful. Though José keeps showing me videos of wheelchair users that are like, extreme sports athletes? I have to keep reminding him I can barely push myself right now let alone do a flip!”

“I mean, you could probably do a flip if we pushed you off a ramp. The issue is the landing.”

Tom barked a surprised laugh. “Pops would lose his damn mind!” He could picture it clear as day, prompting more laughing. He hadn't laughed this much in a long time. It shook his shoulders before it was replaced by a choking rattling cough. Tom struggled to get any air in as he doubled over, crushing the bags against his chest, tears were being pushed out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Grant pushed the emergency inhaler into Tom's hands, already shaken and ready to go.

The nasty taste hit the back of Tom's throat but seconds later he was able to take a shaky breath.

“Fuck me,” Tom groaned, his head tilting backwards against the chair's backrest. The bag crinkled again, this time in relief.

“I already did.” Grant tried for humor, but only got a snort in return.

“Careful, if I laugh I might fucken die.”

Grant’s gloves were soft as they brushed the tears from Tom’s face. “Recovery is a fucking bitch,” he adjusted his hand so that Tom’s cheeks was laying against the fuzzy palm, “but you're doing great.”

“Sometimes it doesn't feel like it.”

Grant stood up from where he was kneeling, “I know that. But Tommy, <i>you died</i>. And Hell, what were you doing this time last month?”

Tom considered, “I think I started physical therapy?”

“And before that?”

“Are we gonna take this thought exercise all the way back to April?”

“But you get my point?”

Tom smirked up at Grant, “It would be hard to miss it.”

24; I'm not really sure how I recharge? I guess just by chilling? Maybe engaging with art in another way like craft videos (Moria Elizabeth is cute) or webcomics (Mil-Liminal by raptorjules and Keystone by wellofhavoc are my favorites right now) or any number of things. Sorry for not having a proper answer

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Timeline of the Back Pain Saga of 2024 (so far):

Mostly for my own records, and I will try to expand this further.

Monday, April 22: First day with symptoms. Back pain and a fever of over 101° F.

Thursday, April 25: Urgent Care diagnoses it as a UTI and gives me a weeklong prescription for antibiotics. I am told that if the fever stays high or the pain worsens, I should go to an Emergency Room.

Thursday, May 2: The fever breaks for about 16 hours before returning, this time as a low-grade fever.

Saturday, May 4: I realize that I am no longer able to get out of bed unassisted due to how terrible the back pain has become.

Monday, May 6: My dad helps me pack and prep for a hospital visit, and accompanies me to the ER. There are several hospitals in the area, but the one we choose is on a comparatively straight path from my apartment that minimizes starts/stops due to intersections or freeway on ramps. I receive IV antibiotics and am imaged (CT scan). I am to be kept over night so that I can get an MRI early in the morning, as one of the MRI machines had been undergoing scheduled maintenance and had a backlog to clear.

Tuesday, May 7: The MRI happens. I remain in the Emergency Department, but am assigned a room because I use a CPAP machine and the hospital CPAP is terribly noisy. Physical Therapy evaluates me and I am fairly mobile, able to walk with a walker, get out of bed with assistance, and sit upright in a wheelchair.

Wednesday, May 7: Diagnosis comes back - discitis/ osteomyelitis of L4/L5 vertebrae. A biopsy is scheduled.

Thursday, May 8: A biopsy is done one to get a tissue sample of the L4 vertebra. I am going to be in the hospital for a while.

Note: My parents and sister have been visiting periodically while I'm in the ED.

Friday: My sister realizes that it's very unusual for someone who is post-procedure to not yet be admitted to Inpatient. Some very polite questions later, I am assigned a room in the hospital proper. I attempt to stand, succeed, and my back then reacts with more than two hours of painful spasms. My mobility is not at all what it previously had been.

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otcsacramento · 2 years ago

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cripple-punk-dad · 3 years ago

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Here's something I've noticed: able-bodied people in general do not actually know what the proper etiquette is for pushing someone in a wheelchair. So, here's what I call Wheelchair 101:

-DO NOT EVER PUSH OR EVEN TOUCH SOMEONES WHEELCHAIR WITHOUT THEIR EXPLICIT CONSENT. If they are unconscious and alone, treat them like any other unconscious and alone person (i.e check for a pulse, etc.)

-If you see someone struggling to get up a ramp in a wheelchair, I know I personally would not want someone to ask if I wanted help getting up a hill. This one is more personal but air on the side of not asking.

-Don't ask them why they're in a wheelchair. If they offer that information, great, but don't ask. It's none of your business.

-If someone asks you to push them, and you want to, then make it very clear when you are starting to push them, and make it very clear when you are stopping and letting go. I.e tell them, sign it to them, etc.

-If you are pushing someone in a wheelchair, don't be reckless and go fast. If they say slow down, slow down. If they say go, go. You are not the navigator or the steering wheel, you're the engine.

-For the love of God don't say shit like "Wow you're so light/heavy/etc." That's extremely fucking rude.

-Don't say something like "pushing wheelchairs is fun" (yes this has happened to me). Disabled people do not exist for you. We are human beings, not a joy ride.

-this should be obvious but don't ask if you can try a disabled persons wheelchair or ride on it. That's rude.

-Don't push someone even if they're going "too slow". Even if they're in the way. Just don't push someone without permission please god

Again, obviously do not ever start pushing someone if they don't ask you to first. Don't assume that they want or need your help.

Other disabled people feel free to add, also these things apply whether you're a stranger or a family member to a person in a wheelchair.

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queen-mihai · 1 year ago

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I'm like, the poster girl for "succeeding in a system and going on to fight that system"

I want to think about people who are disabled for a moment

There are people for whom certain things are just difficult. Full stop. Not "difficult but with aid" or "difficult but with proper application of help and tools and money etc etc"

Difficult.

Here's the thing. Any of us could acquire such a disability at any time. Due to an accident, an unforeseen illness, anything

So the fact that I'm able bodied SHOULD NOT be a basis for anyone's argument because building society for ME cuts out a significant percentage of the population.

Building a society around somebody like me cuts out a significant percentage of ABLE BODIED people.

Building an education system around the best performers?

Let me put this into perspective. I don't know what physical education really looks like in elementary school these days. But;

What if someone told every student, in every school, that they had to perform perfectly the 2020 US women's Olympic acrobatics routine or they won't get into college?

THAT. But in the form of a bunch of exams.

It's an extremely shitty version of ableism that basically says "We can't see what's happening in your head. So if you don't perform the feats of a veritable SUPERHERO, then you don't deserve to live."

It's disgusting.

The same people who would fight to remove a ramp designed to make an important building accessible by people using a wheelchair are the same people who would fight for these tests to continue to be a thing.

Because in their mind: "if you can't succeed, you should have just tried harder" is the only response to anyone EXCEPT THEMSELVES.

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princessozera · 5 years ago

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How do you think the brothers would act around a wheelchair bound MC or possible amputee MC? Would ramps and other handicap amenities be placed in the House of Lamentation or the School? How would the general demon populace react? Would MC be seen as weak? Would Diavolo bring MC’s service animal on first arrival or brought after? (If they have one) If not, would MC be provided with one if they were struggling to adapt? Sorry, I haven’t seen any hc for MCs who aren’t able bodied. Thank you.

GN! MC

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Brothers with an MC that's a wheelchair user

Starting with the Devildom residents and RAD students; neither an MC in a wheelchair nor a amputee MC would be considered any weaker than other humans.

I’ve never talked about it, and it isn't popular fanon, but I do imagine the citizens of the Devildom being really diverse in their body types/ structures/ just differences because they're not all just demons and incubus/succubi. And even if the citizens are all demons, they duke it out so often I doubt that they only have "Alive, and with every limb" or "dead", so the Devildom probably has a few things to allow wider accessibility that is so normal they don't think about it anymore.

Diavolo really wants this program to work out, and Lucifer does good research, so RAD would definitely have ramps installed before MC arrived. The issue is, I don't think they'd be able to understand the practical issues until after MC is there.

By this I mean, yes, RAD has ramps installed, all with proper angles, but remember, RAD is HUGE. They probably didn't consider how long it would take to get from floor to floor or how exhausted you'd get, but before the week is up, Diavolo has a group of engineers install a couple of elevators around RAD that only you have access too.

Diavolo would be at your disposal 24/7 to hear your advice and requests for changes. He, Lucifer, and Barbatos will frequently ask you how things are going, if you need help, checking the state of the ramps and elevator system, and keeping an eye on you in case they suspect you don't want to badger them about smaller issues.

Diavolo had a team to change the DDDs to be usable in the human realm, you CAN'T convince me he wouldn't have a team of engineers/ builders/etc at his beck and call to handle any issue you talk to him about, especially those first few months.

While RAD is ready, with a few modifications, the real issue comes with the rest of the Devildom and even the House Of Lamentation because they were so focused on the modifications to RAD, they forgot the entire Devildom is like a million years old with infrastructure older than the Styx river itself.

Diavolo would immediately get a team to work on modifications for the wheelchair so it can maneuver over the cobblestone paths more easily, and would ask if you'd rather he buy you better wheels from the human realm until he can get you a better solution. (Honestly, he might consider finally upgrading the Devildom's roads and walkways so they don't look like they're from Victorian England).

Diavolo most likely summoned MC without their service animal because neither he or Lucifer really understood it's purpose, but would bring it to the Devildom without a second thought if MC asked (or, you know, if they end up having a panic attack because I can't imagine waking up in a strange location surrounded by tall ass MFs would let anyone feel completely at ease)

That being said, Lucifer would have to do a bit of research to make sure the dog's health wouldn't be damaged in the Devildom, and all of the brothers would need to be taught to leave the service dog/animal alone.

If it turns out the service animal can't stay in the Devildom for extended periods of time, Diavolo would absolutely look into which Devildom animals can be trained to be service animals. He'd probably look into it even if regular animals can survive in the Devildom, and honestly, he might play around with the idea of little D's acting in place of service animals.

As for some of the brothers:

Mammon would probably be a little overprotective and awkward at first.

He DEFINITELY still tried to take your wallet but then felt like an asshole.

He would try to baby you for a a little bit, not because he see's you as weak, but because he doesn't know how to handle the situation.

Mammon is the type to think he's helping by always grabbing the wheelchair and pushing you around whenever he sees you and you have to directly tell him not to do that.

Satan would be intrigued on how the human realm deals with disabilities, especially after taking a liking to you. He'd dive head first into researching, taking particular care to study how your country handles it.

Expect to not see him for 3 days.

Will have a ton of questions for you, if you'll indulge him, it's mostly to cross reference what he's read and get your account of the theoretical vs practical application of laws, accessibility tools and such.

Satan would get really heated over some of the bullshit laws and treatment of people with disabilities and it would probably become one of the things that could easily trigger the full extent of his anger. (I'm looking at you, US, legally allowing companies to pay people with disabilities less than minimum wage).

As for an amputee MC, if you wanted, Satan and Solomon would try using spells and magic to make their own prosthetic for you, my line of thinking is using formerly alive materials so that it could react to subtle muscle movements and react like a regular limb (like wood, coral, etc.)

Other little things:

For the visually impaired, the cobblestone paths would be painted bright colors near the steps and roadways to help guide MC, voice recognition and voice to text would be added to the DDDs. The Devildom would also add braille to their signs and encourage all the stores and textbooks to have options with large font or braille.

Levi with a light sensitive MC; once he knows the issue and what can harm MC, his actions are subconscious so he doesn't actually realize he's doing it. Double checking the anime and video games he recommends, checking all of the movies his brothers want to put on for flashing or strobing lights. Asking Beel to fix the lights around the House Of Lamentation whenever they start to flicker, and such.

((Thank you for this request! I might add on later or do a second part because this was really interesting and I kind of want to expand on other disabilities too. This was a little rushed, so if I do make a second part I'll make sure to do more research))

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Scarecrow

Pairings: Jack Skellington/Sally

Summary: Sally’s first Halloween. She gets scared and runs to the graveyard to be alone, only to realize... she’s not so alone like she thought.

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This was it.

It was finally here.

Her first Halloween.

Sally was very excited for this, to say the least. She knew how important Halloween was here, how it was the one thing everyone spent 364 days a year preparing for. She knew how much Halloween meant to everyone, and she admired the way they all tried their very best and put forth all their effort in making the holiday as terrifying- but fun- as possible.

And she was thrilled that she was finally going to get to witness it.

Sally looked up from the book she was reading and glanced across the room to the clock. It was almost 6:30, and she could see from the orange light shining through her window that the sun was beginning to set. It was almost time.

She shut her book and stood up off her bed, careful to not look out her window as she walked across the room to place the novel back on its shelf. As excited for tonight as she was, she had no idea what to expect, and wanted all of it to remain a surprise. So she avoided looking outside today.

The ragdoll left her room, walking straight down the large curved ramp and turning the corner to head into the laboratory. Doctor Finkelstein was already in there, sitting in his wheelchair off to the side at a large metal table. He seemed to be tinkering with something, but Sally couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Horrible evening, Doctor”, she greeted as she approached, smiling. He turned to her momentarily, caught slightly off guard by her cheerful tone. Normally she wasn’t this happy to see him.

Turning back to his work, he replied, “Evening, Sally. Do you need something?”

She tilted her head. “Oh, no. I was just wondering if you wanted me to make you something to eat before I leave.” The doctor nodded.

“Yes, I suppose you should-...wait..” He turned towards her again. “-leave?”

Sally hesitated at the change in his tone, suddenly feeling nervous. “....Well, yes. It’s Halloween tonight, remember? The celebration? I was just-”

“You’re not going.” He cut her off. “And that’s final.”

The smile fell off her face. “w-what?”

“You’re not going, Sally. You know the rules. You are not to leave this tower for any reason, especially not alone. I know you’re not ready for Halloween. You are to stay here tonight.”

“But...I thought..”

“No buts, Sally!” He snapped. “Don’t even try and argue. You’re staying here, understand?”

Sally closed her eyes, furrowing her brows and looking away. She had hoped that maybe he would let her go out tonight, seeing how big of a deal Halloween is. Then again, she should’ve known better.

“...Alright...I-I understand..”

“Good. Now, how about you run along and make some soup for me, then? I’m starving.”

She nodded obediently, opening her eyes but not making eye contact. She felt bitter, disappointed and sad.

“Of course…right away…”

The ragdoll turned around, leaving the lab and heading straight to the kitchen, not looking back.

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Sally shut the door to the kitchen behind her as she entered, leaning on it for a moment as she went over in her head what exactly just happened. She really hadn’t expected him to react like that. And it hurt.

She shook her head. She had been waiting far too long for this night to let Finkelstein ruin it! No no, she was going out there- one way or another.

Sally stood up straight and walked across the room to where her cauldron was, reaching into the cabinet as she passed to pull out the necessary ingredients. But on her way, she grabbed an extra ingredient. Deadly Nightshade.

If the Doctor wasn’t willing to let her go on his own, she had no choice. She had to poison him. There was no other way.

It wasn’t the worst thing to do… after all, it only knocked him out for a few hours, plus, this definitely wasn’t the first time she’s done this. It should make just enough time for Sally to slip away and possibly even make it back before he woke up. Maybe...if she got lucky...he’d never even know she was gone.

She began mixing her soup together, throwing in all her necessary ingredients and even adding an extra spice here or there. After making sure it was ready to be mixed, Sally opened the Deadly Nightshade bottle and plopped a large helping right on top. Grabbing her spoon, she mixed inside the cauldron, but she knew she wasn’t quite done. The scent of poison was very strong, and would be recognized right away.

To cover it up, she quickly added some frogs breath to her deadly concoction. The nightshade smell might be strong, but this was definitely stronger, and overpowered it immediately.

Feeling satisfied with the meal she had prepared, Sally took a large spoon and filled a bowl with it. Lastly, she added a seasoning of tiny spider eyes on top for good measure.

“Doctor? Your soup is ready” She called as she re-entered the lab. He looked up from what he was doing, pushing the experiment away to make room.

“Finally! Bring it right over here, my dear.” He instructed. Sally did as she was told and brought the bowl over, placing it down in front of him. The Doctor picked up his spoon. “Thank you. That will be all, for now. You’re excused.” She nodded to him, turning around as he brought the spoon up to his lips and took a sip. He didn’t suspect anything.

And, 3….2…..1…

Thud!

Sally smiled deviously at the sound. She whipped back around and sure enough, Finkelstein’s head had hit the table. He was knocked out cold.

She ran over and grabbed a blanket that was folded on a nearby stand, and brought it over to drape around him, so that he wouldn’t be cold, and more comfortable. After all, he could be asleep for a while.

At last, that was over with. She glanced at the clock- 7:05. The sun had set by now, and it was finally time to go.

Confidently, the ragdoll strolled over to the door. But she found herself hesitating before opening it.

“Remember, Sally,” she whispered to outloud, “this is the night you’ve been waiting for. Everyone’s favorite night of the year. You’ve already poisoned the Doctor….there’s no backing out now”

Finishing her thought and taking a breath, she finally pulled the door open, flinching as the breeze hit her. She felt excited, yet, strangely on edge. Almost like..something here didn’t….feel quite right. But she tried her best to push that away and ignore it, as she moved forward, beginning her walk towards town.

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The wind was awfully chilly tonight. The sky was unusually dark, too. Sally looked around. Everything in town felt… different.

Except for a creaky gate or distant scream cutting through the air every so often, it was completely quiet. Too quiet. The moon above her was round and full, and she couldn’t help but momentarily stare as shadows danced around it’s bright surface.

She wandered the streets, glancing nervously around her as she went. The more she walked, the more uneasy she felt.

‘Where is everyone?’ , she wondered. From what she could barely make out squinting in the shadows surrounding her, there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. ‘And, more importantly, where exactly am I?’.

When Sally left the tower, her plan was to head straight into town square. So, that was where she had tried to go- but unfortunately, her only light source was the moon, which didn’t provide too much on it’s own. And now it seemed she couldn’t tell where she was.

‘Oh, dear… perhaps I took a wrong turn....’

A sudden movement behind her caught the corner of her eye. She whipped around quickly for a better view, but saw nothing.

“Hello? Is someone there?” She called. No response. Only darkness. Sally shivered, fear crawling up her back. It felt like someone was watching her. But from which direction? Was something staring right at her? Or...was it… behind her..? She turned around again, making a circle, but she still didn’t see anything. Or anyone. Confused and afraid, she continued walking.

But she had hardly been walking very far, when she heard another noise. But this time, she could tell- it was behind her. Sally stopped, frozen. She was too frightened to turn around. But.. maybe whatever it was, she didn’t need to be afraid of it? Perhaps it was just another citizen or… a cat or something. She gathered up all of her courage, and was about to turn around, when something grabbed her arm.

Sally shrieked loudly and ripped her arm away from it as fast as she could. The thing let go of her immediately, to her surprise, causing her to stumble forward as she tried to get away. As soon as she got proper footing on the ground again, Sally raced out of there at full speed, running into the darkness and not looking back.

She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, or where she was. But eventually, she became exhausted and had to stop. She crouched over with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Once she could breathe again, the ragdoll stood up straight and finally looked around. Wherever she was, it was much clearer. The sky seemed brighter here, and finally she could see better. When she looked closer at what was ahead, she finally recognized it and knew why it looked familiar: it was the gate to the graveyard. Sally had been to the graveyard a few times in the past. She found it to be a rather comforting spot, where she knew she could be alone. People didn’t seem to visit there often. And if there was one thing she needed right now, it was to be alone.

She shivered again as another breeze passed through her long hair. Without hesitating, she walked straight up the small hill and through the gate.

Even if it was darker than normal, everything else seemed the same here. The tombstones where all the same as she remembered and the spiral hill stood tall and proud where it always was. The moon was shining brightly above it.

Sally strolled over to a gravestone and sat down on top of it. She sighed, playing with her hair. Tonight was supposed to be fun! So why was she just.... afraid?

‘Maybe there's something wrong with me..’ she wondered, ‘maybe I just..don't belong here…’ Tears started forming in her eyes. ‘I’ll never find my place here… but what am I to do? This is the only home I have...it’s all I’ve got. Surely, I can’t just.. Go away? Leave?’ She began to sob, getting off the tombstone and sliding down it so that she was now sitting on the ground, crying. ‘It’s not like anyone would miss me if I did… I don't.. have… a single...friend..’

Sally covered her face with her hands, making her cloth-like skin damp. She was very upset. Tonight was supposed to be the greatest thing and yet, she never felt so out of place.

A few minutes passed before she looked up again, still weeping. At first glance everything seemed the same, and she thought for a second about maybe getting up soon to try and make her way back to town. But then she noticed something. Something that almost made her cry harder. Movement. Sally wasn’t alone like she thought she was, and once again her fear returned. Someone was walking towards her. She could tell now, it was a figure. A very… tall and skinny figure. She almost thought they looked… familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She squished herself back against the tombstone, shaking.

As the figure came nearer, she was able to get a better look at him, and could see him more clearly now. This definitely wasn’t someone she recognized- in fact, Sally had never seen this guy at all. He was a tall, scarecrow looking man. His body, arms and legs were all made out of straw, and he had a pumpkin head that appeared to have features carved out of it, in a sort of jack-’o-lantern style. He wore a purple shirt, closed in the middle held together by stitches. The ends of his long sleeves were ragged and ripped, as were the tails that draped down from the back of his shirt.

He approached her, holding his hands behind his back. Sally pushed further against the stone, trembling in fear.

“Please…” she cried, “Don’t...hurt me..”

The strange scarecrow man didn’t reply. He just blinked, slowly. Sally sat there, unsure what to do. Was he going to try and scare her? Well, he was already doing that. Should she just make a run for it, maybe? Or just stay put?

Before she had time to figure out what to do, the scarecrow man removed one of his hands from behind his back and held it out to her. He was offering to help her up.

Sally looked back and forth between his outstretched hand and his face. Her mouth went agape, as the gesture took her off guard. But.. maybe this was a good thing? It was certainly a more friendly thing to do… maybe this mysterious scarecrow man wasn’t out to get her after all. But then again, did she really trust him enough to take his hand?

She sniffed, wiping a tear off her cheek. It felt rude to just sit there and ignore him. Besides, had he really done anything wrong yet? What reason did she really have to be afraid right now? People in Halloween Town were typically very sweet anyway.

After hesitating one more moment, Sally shakily reached out and took his hand. It was exceptionally larger than hers. He squeezed her hand gently and pulled up right away, helping the ragdoll to her feet. Being unbalanced on her leaf filled legs, she stumbled for a moment, knocking into his chest before she pushed herself away and stood up straight.

Now that she was on her feet, Sally could get a better look at his face. She must admit, for someone who looked like a scarecrow, he was strangely… attractive. Her eyes widened a bit as she stared at him, unsure what to do now. She tried to swallow the knot in her throat.

“Who...wh-who are you…?” she squeaked out. But again, the man didn’t reply. Instead, he let go of one of her hands and brought his up to her face, using his thumb to gently wipe the tears out from under her eyes. Sally blinked. She could feel her face heating up at his touch, her cheeks going pink but her expression remained shocked. Who is this guy? The way he ran his thumb down her cheek was awfully.. soothing. Strangely enough, he was starting to make her feel better- and yet he hadn’t even spoken two words.

He moved away from her face and reached down to take her hands again. Sally just gawked at him, still not knowing what to do. Seriously, who is this guy? Can’t he at least give her his name?

She was about to open her mouth to speak again, but she was interrupted by another noise, coming from the direction of town. Music. Both her and the scarecrow man looked up. He turned his head to glance at the graveyard exit momentarily, before he once again flipped his attention back to Sally. ‘That must be the band playing…’ she figured, ‘I knew there had to be others around..! Somewhere..’

The music itself was slow, and eerie sounding, but also very peaceful and quite pretty. She turned back to the man in front of her. Maybe she could use this as an excuse to leave? That the music... meant she needed to go back to town now? She opened her mouth to say something, but found no words wanted to come out. Part of her almost felt like, despite how afraid she had been, she didn’t want to leave this man. Just from the way he was acting and how he treated her- helping her up and such- made Sally almost feel safe.

Suddenly, he stood up straight, catching her attention. He took one of her hands and brought it up around his neck, holding the other in his own, then placed his free hand around her waist. Sally straightened her back, her face flushing a bit more. She knew what this was- a dancing pose. He wanted to dance with her. To the music that was drifting in from town. And that’s exactly what he did.

He took a few swift steps backward. Sally, in too much awe to do anything else, followed his lead. They moved backward, then came forward again. He turned to the side, spinning the two of them in a circle before going backwards again. He repeated the same movements, all to the tune of the music, and Sally followed them, staring at him with wide eyes the whole time. Her mouth was open in shock. One minute, he had been simply helping her off the ground, and now, they were dancing. Together. It gave Sally butterflies. She couldn’t help but note that he seemed to be a rather good dancer, oddly enough. Meanwhile she was struggling with simply trying not to step on his feet as they moved, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He spun them around again one last time, dipping her down as the music died. She tightened her grip around his collar so as to not fall, though it probably didn’t matter anyway, since he had a good hold on her himself. He brought her back up after a few seconds and Sally blushed as she stood up straight, smoothing out her dress and flicking some hair back over her shoulder. Then she turned to look back at him. The scarecrow man was just standing there now, watching her.

He moved closer, tilting his head. Sally stared back at him. He moved his hand toward her, and she noticed, reaching out to grab it. She was about to, when suddenly, a loud voice exploded over a megaphone into the air, startling the both of them.

“Places, Everyone!”

The scarecrow man blinked suddenly. He quickly glanced from Sally, towards town then back at Sally. He nodded to her once, then turned around and began walking away. Sally watched him leave, gasping as she reached out. She didn’t want him to leave, not yet!

“W-wait!” she called, “don’t go..!”

But he was already gone.

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Sally crouched behind a tree, watching all the other citizens do their thing. After the scarecrow man left her in the graveyard , she had found no other reason to stay there, so she had headed back into town. Upon arriving, she discovered everyone was in town square, taking part in some sort of ‘celebration’. They were singing some sort of song. Now this was more like it. Not knowing any of the lyrics or what to do, Sally had taken a seat off to the side behind a tree to watch. This was all so interesting, everyone looked very happy.

“This is Halloween, everybody scream!” “Won’t you please make way for a very special guy?”

Sally watched in amazement as a man tugged on a rope connected to a straw horse, bringing it inside town as he marched toward the fountain. There seemed to be something ontop the horse, but she didn’t quite have a good enough view to see what it was. She stood up, peering further around the tree. When she saw what it was on the back of the horse, she brought her hand up and covered her mouth instantly in surprise. It was him. The scarecrow man.

He picked up a torch and lit himself on fire, dancing and spinning on top the horse and everyone continued singing around him. Sally was completely frozen. If this man was important enough to be the center of the Halloween celebration, why had she never seen him before?! Who IS this guy?!?

Sally continued watching in complete awe. The scarecrow man did a flip, diving straight into the fountain.

“In this town, we call home, everyone hail to the pumpkin’s song”

She leaned forward, waiting to see the orange of the pumpkin head rising out of the fountain. Maybe if she paid close attention, she could figure out who he was and maybe even get the chance to speak with him.

The water rippled, and a figure rose out of it. But.

It wasn’t the scarecrow man.

Sally felt her heart stop. It was Jack. Jack Skellington.

He rose out of the fountain and everyone cheered around him. Sally slunk back behind the tree and covered her face. Jack, Jack SKELLINGTON, their KING… the man Sally knew she really admired, and the one she had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN about because she was so focused on the mysterious scarecrow… he.. WAS the scarecrow!

She almost couldn’t believe it. Yet there he was… plain as day.

As Jack stepped down from the fountain, people crowded around him, showering him in praise. Sally just watched from a distance, not knowing what to do at all. Should she go up to him? Ask him about it? But what if it wasn’t her place to approach him..?

“-Everyone, everyone!” the Mayor shouted, “head to the town hall! We shall go over the awards and prizes there!”

She watched as everyone turned and followed him towards the large building, chatting it up and laughing as they went. Sally almost wished she could be apart of it.

As everyone went along and passed her, she noticed… someone wasn’t among them. Jack. She turned around just in time to see him slinking away in the opposite direction. She was confused. Where was he going? and.. . why?

She wasn’t sure but, she decided then and there that she needed to talk to him. She needed some answers. Taking a deep breath, she got up, and sneakily followed him.

They were almost back toward the pumpkin patch before she decided to speak up. Sally was planning on silently following him, but, unsure with where he was going or when he’d stop, she made her move.

“.....Jack!” the ragdoll called his name. He stopped walking, giving Sally a chance to catch up. She walked up behind him, hands behind her back. The skeleton turned around. At first, his facial expression looked a bit surprised, maybe even annoyed. But as soon as he saw who it was that called to him, he smiled.

“Oh, horrible evening, Sally. It’s nice to-” “-It was you, wasn’t it? In the graveyard.” she felt a little bad interrupting him, but, right now she just...needed answers. Jack’s smile fell, but came back only a second later.

“Yes. It was. I was just on my way to my post for the beginning of our song, that’s all. The graveyard is a bit of a shortcut.”

Sally’s face went pink again as she spoke to him. “I thought for sure you where coming to...to scare me..”

“Well, I’ll admit, when I saw another person there, that was my original intention. I was going to sneak up on you. But then I came closer, and I noticed..” his smile fell a little. “...you were crying.”

She turned her head away from him, embarrassed. “Oh.. yeah. I-I just...wasn’t having a very good night.”

“I’m sorry… would you like to talk about it?”

She shook her head. “No, thank you..it’s alright…”

The two fell silent. Sally was still looking away from him. She knew what she wanted to ask next, she just hesitated first.

“....Jack?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you dance with me?”

She found the courage to look him in the face again. She found his smile returning as he gazed at her, answering her question with no problem.

“Dancing always makes me feel better.” He tapped her shoulder. “Tell me, did it work?”

Sally stared up at him, once more taken aback. He really did care, didn’t he? She found herself smiling too.

“Yeah, actually.. It really did...thank you..”

“Of course… though, I do apologize, I hope I wasn’t too forward. I’d never wan’t to make you uncomfortable”

“Oh, no!” she shook her head. “Not at all! I was just confused. Why didn’t you tell me who you were? Maybe I wouldn’t have been so afraid if you had..” “Ah, yeah… sorry about that..” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I tend to not...talk very much in my Pumpkin King form. Just a habbit, I suppose..”

“It’s alright. Like I said I… was just confused. Thank you for telling me.”

He nodded once to her, then turned and glanced at the moon, noticing how late it was getting.

“Hm… I should get going…” “To where?”

Jack smiled at her again, finding it cute how curious she was.

“I like to hang out in the graveyard after a busy Halloween sometimes. It’s very peaceful to sit ontop the hill there.” “Oh…”

He paused for a moment, like he was thinking about something, and then he turned back towards her with another smile. “Would you like to join me?”

Sally blushed. “Oh..! Are you sure…? I don’t want to bother-” “Of course I’m sure. Some company would be a pleasure right now. What do you say?”

The ragdoll looked at him and smiled. Her heart began to swell, her face continuing to tint pink.

“...Sure. Thank you.”

“Of course. Let’s be off then.”

The continued down the trail together now. Sally couldn’t help but stare up at him. As they reached the gate, there was just one more thing she knew she needed to say to him.

“Happy Halloween, Jack.”

“Happy Halloween, Sally.”

#the nightmare before christmas #Jack x Sally #fanfiction #fanfic #jack skellington #pumpkin king #scarecrow #sally #dr finkelstein #the mayor #graveyard #this was meant to be posted yesterday but yea #thx for reading!#happy halloween

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Are We the Strongest? -

To Better Circumstances

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Their first encounter was less than ideal. There were no introductions, no handshakes, no greetings. It was life or death. Hero or villain. Relief or grief. And despite Carol's decades of singlehandedly saving galaxies and entire civilisations this short rescue mission felt like her most important one to date. A pressure like no other settled on her shoulders and she would come to wonder if that was what Tony Stark felt like on a daily basis. Ignoring the sense of make or break the fate of the entire universe that she was experiencing, Carol acted without hesitation. She strutted out of the compound and shot off into the void of space with one thing on her mind: find Tony Stark. This time, however, it felt different when she broke through earth's atmosphere. It felt as unknowingly important as the man himself was. Carol couldn't decide whether it was that knowledge or the lost group of heroes below that meant she could find the ship in under an hour.

When she encountered the gently drifting leaf on the ripples of a blue supernova, Carol swore she felt the weight fall from her sore muscles for a grand total of a second. Her heart froze with terrified agony as her eyes landed on the man with closed eyes, sunken cheeks and a chest that didn't seem to move. She willed herself to glow brighter, pushed the energy to every extremity of herself until even she had to squint if she wanted to catch the billionaire open his eyes with as much effort as it took her to lift the ship and steer it towards his home planet.

As he stumbled down the ramp a suffocating joyful relief thickened the air so much so that Carol found it hard to breathe until he embraced his fiancee, Pepper he had whispered into her neck.

Tony's arrival was chaotic to say the least. He refused to rest once his friend had connected him to a drip and pushed him into a wheelchair. Everybody fussed over him until he snapped at them and directed their attention to the other being that was starving and dying on that ship with him. He caught everyone up, they caught him up. And, although he refused to break, Carol saw the toll the battle had taken on him. Even when no one else did. It was insane, she thought, how everyone but his real friends could see his struggle. It was only when the man did a 360 on the captain who was anything but a captain that his broken insides were painfully visible for all to see. And, even though Carol had no idea what happened between them, she found herself smirking as the mortal man confronted the super soldier with no weaponry whatsoever but his words and cracks as if they were the deadliest bombs the man had encountered. The corner of her mouth sunk when he collapsed. She barely knew him and yet she reacted immediately, going to catch him before she realised it probably wasn't her place. Even so, Carol got the feeling that Steve would have done nothing if hed hadn't have been so close and it was tragic.

She didn't want to intrude. This wasn't her place to be. Her place was a comfortable bungalow in Louisiana, but it didn't feel like home anymore. However, there was a tug that told her she had to see Tony. Like it was calling her home. And it was strange. Incredibly strange. But real. So real. After he had woken up, he tired his soon-to-be wife and best friend out whilst proving to them that he was still him old self. Thinner and older and impossibly more traumatised. But still him. The pair had fallen asleep in their bedside seats, leaving Tony alone. But there was some nagging feeling that he didn't want to be, so Carol decided to go and check on him. One simple choice that would change a life or two.

She peeked around the door, waving a hand that no longer glowed.

"Hey, Carol, is it?" He tilted his head, fighting the smile that tried to make an appearance at the new captain. She nodded, closing the door softly behind her. "Thanks for saving me and all. Big fan of that whole photon glow thing you have going on-"

"You don't have to do that." Her tone was firm yet sincere at his obvious deflection. Sympathy washed over her as she wondered how many of his so-called friends overlooked it as plain and simple apathy. Even if he didn't want her, she'd make him feel understood. "Look, I'm not gonna ask how you are because I know you'll just say you're fine in the form of some snarky comment-"

"So you're me, if I was blonde, female and an alien?" Her voice was far too genuine for the fragile billionaire.

"I'm of the human disposition, unfortunately. Survived a blast from the tesseract, absorbed its energy and here we are." The corner of his mouth ticked up and Carol fought off her own smile. "I don't know what went on with you guys," she gestured to Steve who was examining a hologram outside with Natasha, "but I want you to know that I don't give a shit. That rant was the most satisfying and entertaining thing I've seen since 90's tv. And I know he deserved it." She dropped into the chair next to Rhodey as he chuckled. "I've seen the tapes. Of you fighting," and Tony was struck with the horrifying sense of deja vu. He wasn't ready for a new prospect in the friendship area to drag up his deepest insecurity and lay it all on the line. The line that he wouldn't lay down on and let someone else crawl over him, according to Rogers. "You're a good man. You fight for what's right, anyway you can, but you still take more precautions than the rest of them to preserve civilian lives." There was a beat of awkward silence as Tony mulled over her words and Carol let him before she clapped her hands. She winced, checking to see if Pepper or Rhodey had woken up. "Okay, well, that's the most emotion I've done for years." Tony laughed, it was loud — as loud as could be so his family wouldn't wake up — and glorious and it made Carol feel inexplicably proud.

"So besides turning into a glow worm because of the tesseract, what's your story?" He asked, shifting to get comfortable. She jumped up and held his arm as she rearranged his pillows. His gaze was intense as he examined her and she felt it burning through her so she cleared her throat.

"You know, not many people get to see that side of me." She admitted, running a hand over the back of her neck.

"I'm honoured?" He smirked.

"I was a pilot in the 90's. Couldn't fly for the army because I was a woman, so I tested planes. One day, I crash. Straight into some kind of alien mission. The Krees wanted the tesseract so I blew it up. Woke up and they turned me into their pawn. I didn't know what I was." Carol shifted, kicking her feet up onto the end of his bed. "My first proper mission goes wrong and I crash on earth. Fury meets me, you know Fury?"

"We've met." Tony cocked his head to the side. Did Fury really get himself everywhere?

"He told me a lot about you. Bitched about everyone in his confidential boy band." So she is a blonde, female version of him. "Anyway, he gives me a nice, warm greeting before I convince him of the Skrulls' existence. A shapeshifting alien race. Then, I find out I had a family. A best friend and her little girl. Maria and Monica." She looked at him and saw the realisation dawn on him. But it wasn't pity, it was understanding. She nodded and he interrupted for the first time.

"The kid," and Carol remembered his first words, "Spiderman. Queens' local vigilante. Teenager. Batshit crazy teenager, Peter. I tried to keep him safe. I did. I did everything, but it didn't work. I was ready to die for him, but that choice was taken from me by that stupid wizard." He stopped himself and looked to her, tears glistening. She could see the pleading in his eyes and she knew she should continue.

"They helped me find my old self. The Skrulls, they were just trying to find a home. So I knew I had to help them. I got to break free from the Krees' control. And I did. Destroyed some missiles from a dick called Ronan. Then, just helped the universe. And listened to Fury complain about his superhero children." Tony laughed, wiping his tears away. "You know, the Avengers are named after me." She bragged.

"Is that right?" He removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

"Captain Carol 'Avenger' Danvers." She clarified. "Except, I'm a real captain. Unlike America over there." She jabbed a thumb at the stern-looking man. "Before I got promoted to colonel." Tony chuckled again.

"Oh my god. Please pull rank. Please. I beg you." Carol joined in, shaking her head.

"Couldn't do that to his ego. Its bigger than your's." She joked, rolling her eyes. "I'll do it if he pulls any shit with you."

"Carol Danvers, are you my guardian angel?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. "But if I was, I would have protected you from them."

"So Maria," he began, "just your best friend, right?" Tony swore looks could kill as his breathing slowed down and his heart sped up. It couldn't be a good combination.

"You're a bit like me, right? Kidnapped, turned into something bigger than you should be. Lied to. Betrayed. All of the hero origins combined into one very fragile human. Apart from, your brain gave birth to Ironman and my stupid nobility gave birth to Captain Marvel." If an AI had eyes, Tony was sure that it would roll its eyes at the amount of eye rolling that had taken place in the small hospital room.

"Yeah, I'm a genius."

"Hey, me too." She cheered, hushing her voice as James' head lolled to his shoulder.

"Well, maybe, but-"

"You're smarter, I'm stronger." Her voice dripped with humour, but Tony thought it was a good compromise.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there, firefly." He held his hands up in defeat. "You're the strongest of us all." Carol didn't normally like compliments, but it felt special from him. "Because you're me if I had the physical strength."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter until Carol's wrist lit up with a red alert.

"Duty calls, but it was nice meeting ya, Tony." She announced, standing. "Tell me if the big boy gives you any trouble." Her childish voice and condescending tone made the man smile. She was one foot out of the door when,

"Hey, Carol? If you ever need a place to crash, I'll send you the coordinates of the place I wanna build my house." He winked at her as she left. Perhaps he'd just made a new friend.

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