#i'm not trying to be pointed or trying to attack anyone

[helinedmightbehere]

i think it's the lunar apologist in me but i feel like people are giving him too much shit?? like i get moon and maybe get monty but. lunar i feel like is getting too much shit please tell me i'm not the only one???????

[nqueso-emergency]

I wrote this because I needed to get it off my chest. But then I didn't want to put it on my own blog because I didn't want to deal with the discourse. So, I decided to send it to you in the hope you'd put it up.

I've been in many different fandoms, and I think the only fandom where I ever very actively shipped a canon couple was Torchwood. (If there are people not shipping Jack and Ianto, please never tell me.) That means, of course, there were always other LI of my ships to deal with. And somehow, no matter the fandom (NICS, Hawaii 5-0, Sherlock (mostly), Stargate, etc pp) it's always the same: If the fic takes place at a point in canon where one or more people in the desired ship are currently in a relationship usually one of two things happens: 1. The canon LI just doesn't seem to exist in the fic. 2. There is somewhere one line about "Oh, what about Character A?" "Ah, we broke up. No big deal." (And writing this, I'm kinda laughing now about the Buck/Natalia break-up between seasons 6 and 7.)

So, it's very strange and confusing to watch this part of the Buddie fandom that's so enraged about Tommy and has made hating him their whole fandom personality, who instead of doing what's always been done with LIs that were in the way of a ship created this whole subgenre on 9-1-1 fics now whose whole focus is "How do we overcome the obstacle of the unwanted LI to get our ship". (As I write this, there are 800 fics on ao3 tagged with both ships!) Where did the mentality of "ignore the LI in the way of our ship" vanish to? It was there for other LIs of Buck and Eddie in the past, why isn't it there for Tommy? Why can't a multishipper go into the Buddie tag in peace without being slapped in the face with Tommy bashing everywhere? (And why do you have to bash Buck and Eddie, too, while doing so? I know you don't recognize it, but that's what you're doing with many of those takes about the cheating. That's what you are doing every time you make Eddie into a violent caricature just so you have someone who can beat Tommy up.)

The hate against Tommy has a very different quality and edge to it than the hate for other LIs in the past, and this new genre you all created is a huge part of that.

And before anyone starts, yes there are a lot of bashing fics about the other LI. I've read a lot of them. The vast majority of those are not about finding a way to get the LI out of the way for Buddie (especially not by glorifying Buddie cheating on their LIs) They are about exploring little things of the characters people find jarring or exaggerating those things to use as a plot or plot device. (e.g. Ana's ableist take after the whole skateboard incident. Or her unprofessional behavior of flirting with a parent during parent-teacher-conference.)

As for the very worn-out mantra/whine of "Why could I peacefully hate on the female LIs in the past but aren't allowed to do the same with Tommy?" No one would bother you if you stopped pushing your hate on everyone else.

But you're trying to infiltrate every single nook with your hatred because somehow you don't understand while you're entitled to your hate about Tommy, other people are just as equally entitled to their love and appreciation of the character and the representation he provides. It's not just the Buddie tag people are bombarded with your hate in. No matter what tag — Bathena, Henren, Madney, every single character tag — you'll stumble over Tommy hate pretty fast. Because you tag them all if they matter for your post or not. (I mean, you've done that with Buddie in general for years, which also was never okay!) Or find cheap excuses to include them in your post.

People would let you wallow in your hate peacefully if you wouldn't attack anyone who didn't agree with you. Especially those gay and bi men in this fandom who are full of gratefulness and praise for the representation of their lived experiences 9-1-1 has given them through Tommy and Bucktommy. Who've been calling you out for your hateful and phobic behavior because there is no avoiding being confronted with it.

No one would bother you if you wouldn't post public lists of people you plan to bully in the future!

I guess the point of this long-ass rant is: Get in your fucking lane and let everyone else enjoy the fandom, too. Keep your hate where others can avoid it. It's not that difficult. And believing everyone has to agree with you about your hate is a huge red flag.

Perfectly said, anon 👏

"You" = bestie boos btw

[raviollies]

actually no im gonna yap

im trying SO HARD to gaslight myself into liking veilguard but so many narrative choices just make me scratch my head. I AM NOT DONE, I currently gotta go to Weisshaupt.

I'll start with things I like so far:

1. I think the game is really pretty and I like the puzzles :) Antiva is GORGEOUS, I think one of the prettiest areas in the entire series.

2. I really like the Minrathous/Treviso choice. More of that please! some actual drama and consequence!

3. Assan is adorable and I cannot walk past without petting him. I didn't anticipate myself liking Davrin so much since I'm usually drawn to magic babies over warriors, but he's probably my favourite alongside Bellara. I think him having left his clan is very interesting narrative choice (I am totally not biased considering it's very similar to Daee's story)

4. Thank you lord almighty for the wardrobe/mirror system. Godbless.

5. Everytime Lucanis speaks I think of Puss in Boots and that brings me great joy. Whimsy even.

6. When you place Tevinter decor in the lighthouse, they have a Hookah right beside a fresco of Solas killing Mythal and that is mind bogglingly hilarious. I do love that the Shadow dragons know how to unwind. We're turning up after fighting for elf rights.

7. Solas surviving entirely on meat, raisins and honey feels very r/malelivingspace

Things I am Not Liking So Far

1.Minrathous feels utterly toothless. Its described as terrible, den of slavery, conversion therapy through blood magic, treatment of elves being terrible - yet we walk around unimpeded. I expected a similar experience as the Winter Palace, or fights that could be avoided if playing as a human.

LAVELLAN is introduced in the TEVINTER TAVERN, wearing TEVINTER CLOTHING, like it doesn't...make much sense to me? Inquisition set up the cross roads with Morrigan AND the Inquisitior, it feels like it would have made much more sense narratively not just from..."I am the fucking Inquisitor In Fucking Minrathous" but "Solas and the crossroads are a vital connecting point of these characters story."

Speaking of Inquisitor, wildly bizarre to me that neither Solas nor Varric comment on you meeting them. Solas has a weird painting of the Inquisitor chair, but you meet the mf face to face and he just does't acknowledge it. I am not a Solavellan player but I felt Really Bad For Them In That Moment.

I think a good moment of comparison is the difference in tone of DAI and DATV...When we find out the orb is elven in DAI, Solas warns us to keep it to ourselves, with Lavellan even remaking that the world will blame us for Corypheus. In DATV, we inform everyone that Elven gods are attacking, and there's no thought or conversation about the impacts of that on Elves in society. The only one to mention it is Davrin way after we've been spilling the beans left and right.

2. I'm not done the story but hey has anyone mentioned we haven't fought a single Fen'Harel agent, what's up with that... I expected to be fighting Elves based on the epilogue in Tresspasser but ?? ???

3. I'm sorry I HATE THEM DISREGARDING THE WELL OF SORROWS IN FAVOUR OF MORRIGAN WHEN SOLAS MAKES A HUGE DEAL OF YOU BEING TIED TO MYTHAL IF YOU DRANK FROM THE WELL. Oh sorry, if it was unimportant then why the fuck did you go on a monologue about how you're "her creature" and connected to her. It felt like a retcon of the importance placed on it in Inquisition and how much of a deal both Solas AND Morrigan make about it. I'm sorry picking a ROMANCE was more important than acknowledging THIS?? ? ??

"But Ravie, they can't account for Inquisitors personality and making them important would piss people off" then just kill them off. If they're set on Morrigan carrying this piece of narrative, I would have written the Inquisitor off the table before the choice becomes relevant. Have them help you in the ritual at the start of the game and die. I feel similarly about Varric, because he feels like the writers stuffed him in the closet to not talk which just...JUST KILL HIM. Its better than being relegated to furniture!!!!

3. Speaking of Morrigan why the hell is so nice. This is not my beautiful mean witch wife. In fact everyone is nice. Even hardened Lucanis has been polite to me.

4. I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH ROOK. I profoundly hate starting off friends with Varric (and him getting shelved like what was the point). It ruins a lot of initial RP for character establishment, because it limits how the player character FEELs about the whole thing, your motivations are GIVEN to you. Furthermore, it feels like rook HAS an established character. I don't feel like I got to play my rook, just say things slightly differently based on an already established character. I dont feel like I am roleplaying a custom character, just as Biowares stand in protagonist. Maybe I'm just spoiled by the level of interaction that BG3 provided me.

The opening sequence is bizarre to me, because IF I MAKING THE STORY....I would have had the introductory quests for each of the companions be the first quest based on the faction you select (Shadow dragons with Neve, Mournwatch with Emmerich, Crows with Lucanis etc. etc.) That way you establish your character based on the faction and immediately get a little tutorial on what kind of character you're going to be playing. I would even keep the introductory quests the same with minor dialogue tweaks. The ritual would come after the tutorial prologue mission and then you start with Harding and the companion you got introduced with, since the order you get them...really doesn't matter or impact anything.

5. I think the Venatori and Antaam following Elven Mage Gods is kinda dumb. Sorry. I thought they both looked down on them for being either Elves or Mages/didn't even acknowledge them. What the hell is their goal anyway

My criticisms comes down to...I don't know what themes the game is trying to tackle? The game SAYS things but doesn't actually do anything with these topics. Minrathous HAS a slavery problem but we don't see it. Treviso is ruled by a faction of assassins but it's like a good thing! Elven gods are responsible for everything wrong in the world, but the narrative implications of what that means for modern elves are acknowledged in passing like acknowledging the weather. The game feels hesitant to actually unpack any of these things despite being the one to put them on the table.

Anyway I am going to finish the game and probably play on Daee with a Solavellan Inquisitor to see if that improves my experience by picking a character who is more tailored to the Rook they portray/not having an emotional connection to the Inky, but atm...Man I Had Hopes. Made me feel stupid for getting so hyped up for a conclusion to a story arc for a character THEY SPECIFICALLY LEFT ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR A DECADE. I'll just draw art, lie face down in the ground and imagine a more narratively satisfying conclusion to my Inquisitors story.

[alexnamuu]

A very funny scenario at the beginning of the Trojan War that I have imagined of Patrochilles, is that Achilles, sometimes, lies awake at night staring at Patroclus and thinking about how his beloved will live after he dies, since he always thought he would die first.

Then, suddenly Patroclus wakes up and with skillful speed takes a knife from under his pillow to attack Achilles, who is obviously frightened and responds to physical combat, and the two of them rolling around in the bed sheets fighting. And then Patroclus realizes it's Achilles and is like "Achilles?" And Achilles is TRYING NOT TO GET STABBED and is all "Philtatos? What the fuck??"

And Patroclus "Why were you staring at me?! I thought you were some enemy!"

And Achilles "Do you think I would let an enemy enter our tent?! Patroclus, if anyone set foot in this place, they would die in the blink of an eye!"

"Well, I didn't know when I wake up feeling watched, full of sleep and with a tall, shadowy figure by my side? In the middle of the war?"

"Do you think I'm tall?"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" And Patroclus hits the demigod in the face with the pillow and they start a pillow fight :D

[rey-jake-therapist]

I want to start off by saying I love your page and I’m dying to know your thoughts on this. It’s a little long so bear with me please. :)

We know that at this point in TROP the door between Galadriel and Sauron’s mind is still open. That her saying “The door is shut” could’ve been for dramatic effect with that kick.

But it got me thinking, why didn’t Sauron block that kick then? He’s demonstrated before how easily he was able to counter her attacks with minimal effort. So why was it different this time? Then she was able to slice his cheek and it clicked for me.

When looking back on their whole fight, I don’t think Galadriel really had a plan. She knows she can’t kill him, disarming him won’t be enough, and trying to distract him from the rings would be ridiculous because she has them! I think she is just so pissed that she doesn’t care about anything else and only wants to show him the anger she has towards herself and at him for even having been in her life.

When they have that brief moment before continuing the fight, it felt to me that Galadriel arrived to a new found realization after hearing his next words.

“I know your mind. The door is still open,” He said to her.

I believe she was reminded of her own words from before,

“He knows my mind….And I know his. Which is why I must face him. Why I alone can slay him”

Therefore when she declares “The door is shut.” I believe it is actually in reference to something that we wouldn’t initially think of.

In truth I believe she shut the door that had allowed him to enter her heart and locked it up tight so he could never see her deepest hopes and desires again. Effectively blocking him from her vulnerability, not her conscious mind.

(Then we get to the moment where she kicks him in the face which was so satisfying tbh. I’m hoping that in season 3 that we will be given a clearer understanding of this ���Mind Palace’ that they share.)

That statement marks a definitive shift in their fight. She’s much more precise and has a purpose for each attack. I believe this might be why Sauron didn’t block that kick to the face, he not only didn’t expect her to do that, he wasn’t even able to anticipate her attacks now because he was still “play” fighting. When she slices his cheek that’s when he stops playing around and we see how quickly he “ended” their fight.

I think this theory is further supported by the fact that we literally saw how Sauron was telepathically talking to her (was literally in her mind!) and still didn’t see a thought or intention to fall off the cliff cross her mind.

He no longer has access to her vulnerability and heart, because she closed that chapter on their story from before to allow a new one to begin. One where she is the Lady of Light, he the Dark Lord and how they will always be connected.

Thank you so much for your nice words !

I think it's a great analysis of the fight scene. I think I realized that before but had never put it into words before, even in my mind, but you're probably right about the meaning that Galadrel gave to these words ! I think the fandom at large takes this claim "the door is shut" way too seriously, because it was said in the heat of the moment, when she was angry and determined to cut him off her life (and indeed, her heart) for good. She had no idea what would happen next. Sauron hadn't stabbed her with Morgoth's crown and gained a direct line to her mind yet. He had never telepathically talked to her or anyone else before, so there has to be a connection imho.

I may have a slight disagreement about your conclusion regarding Galadriel's fall, though. I'm actually very much convinced that Galadriel didn't pretend that she was going to give Sauron Nenya, precisely because since he had access to her mind, she shouldn't have been able to do that. I think he really had a hold on her for a few minutes, thanks to the bond he had just created.

And it's exactly why, imho, he didn't anticipate what she would do : because he was sure that the connection worked, and that he had her. It's not the first time that Sauron was too sure of himself, and it won't be the last. She very suddenly found the will in her to snap out of it, and there was not enough time between the moment he realized what was happening, and the moment Galadriel let her fall off the cliff, for him to react fast enough to grab her hand.

She managed to catch him by surprise because he was, indeed, not expecting it all. I think it could also be related to the probable fact that the notion of "self-sacrifice" is completely alien to Sauron : he would never do that, so he can't fathom the idea that anyone would. Basically, his lack of empathy could be what caused him to lose control of the situation, and to let her fall.

[honorhearted]

Emma's voice held the frigid chill of ice. The pointed edge of her greeting was palpable, yet Caleb mercifully said nothing while Benjamin inclined his head by way of answer. "Miss Dunster," he offered in return. "Are we truly to be so formal on this day? I would think that you and I could drop such charades, seeing how close we've grown."

It was a low blow, both to her and himself, if he was being honest, because he was still deeply ashamed by his actions. But if he could prove himself unruffled, then perhaps he could still win this game, after all.

Emma focused on greeting Caleb instead -- probably wise, all things considered -- and the whaler laughed at her demure response. "Can't say I've heard 'it's lovely to meet you' before," he teased, winking. "Is your judge of character truly so piss-poor? Then again..." Here, he gave Benjamin a friendly wallop to the shoulder. "You seem mighty taken by this here gollumpus, so I guess that answers my question."

Benjamin stiffened at the jest, irritably pushing Caleb's hand away from his arm. "It's called being polite, Finnegan. Perhaps you should try it out sometime." He once more moved to entreat Emma to allow a chaperone, but she was quite adamant in her denial.

"A burden?" he echoed. A genuine, incredulous smile touched his lips. "It's hardly a burden to accompany you on horseback. It's one of my favorite pastimes, and, as it so happens, one of my favorite animals as well."

Emma remained immovable. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.” Her cheeks grew florid within the early morning sun, and her hands tightened to the point he swore he heard the leather squeak of her riding gloves. To Caleb, she said, “I’d love to hear more about the haul, if you don’t mind sharing. Mister Bolton doesn’t seem to think women are capable of thinking of anything beyond fripperies, but you look like a clever enough man. I'm sure you don’t share the same ignorant opinion as your associate.”

Caleb bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "I do, do I? Gadso, I can see why Johnny-boy here is so smitten! You're mighty generous with the compliments -- even if they're clearly lies."

Benjamin sighed, embarrassment flooding his face as his friend gave a sound thump to his arm. "Yes, well..." Avoiding Emma's gaze, he muttered, "She's lovely, so...I'm certain anyone with eyes can see that. That hardly makes a man smitten."

Mercifully, Emma seemed intent on bringing the conversation back to commerce -- the true reason for their stay.

“I'm sure Mister Bolton forgot to mention that I am in line to inherit the family business--he doesn't seem to think me capable of such a feat--so I am intrigued to hear how things are coming along for your privateering. Do you dabble in hogs as well?"

Caleb snorted. "You must not know much about privateerin', eh? No disrespect, o' course. I 'dabble' in whatever we find as prizes. Hogs certainly do come up -- I supply some of them to Johnnyboy's farm -- but we also get varying kegs o' booze, weaponry, ammo, textiles, you name it! We have a letter of marque to legally attack and take over certain ships, so I'm just doin' my part." Here, he gave a cheeky salute. "I've gotta say: I am intrigued by a lady business partner. Do ya like your numbers?"

"She can count, if that's what you mean," Benjamin supplied, looking Emma's way with a smirk. "Are you sure you won't let us join you, Miss Dunster? You look a little peaked."

As soon as the door locked into place, Emma froze and leaned her head back against the cool wood, willing her heart to slow its rampage. How had she let herself get so flustered by him? She knew that their challenge was still ongoing, to expect the unexpected in the midst of war, but she hadn’t planned on him proposing such a ridiculous idea tonight. Tonight was supposed to be safe, a quiet night in secured by the fact that her father was playing host. None of his friends or men ever ventured farther than the parlor or his study, and she had somehow assumed John Bolton would be the same. He had used the false security against her.

That’s what it had to be. There was no other logical explanation for the way her body felt right now. She was merely caught off guard, her armor not properly secured. The next time she saw him, she would be prepared for anything he wished to hurl at her. Next time, she would not falter the way she had tonight.

...

Despite spending so much time in her room over the next few days, Emma couldn’t manage to sleep very well at all. Each time she closed her eyes, she imagined his face, standing there all smug and aggravatingly handsome. Every time her eyelids dared to flutter closed, she imagined his bare chest, the feeling of her fingers against his skin. Even in her dreams, all she wanted to do was reach out and pull him closer, to run her hands along his body until she’d explored every single inch of his being. Until she knew him better than he knew himself. In turn, she wanted his hands to touch her, to hold her, squeeze her in all the places she shouldn’t want him to. Instead of constantly fighting off the waves of shame that ebbed and flowed upon each wakening, Emma eventually resolved herself to staying conscious. If her dreams would be plagued by him, she would simply stay awake.

It wasn’t the smartest plan she'd ever made but she had no other ideas for how to rid herself of his imprint in her mind. As long as he was staying under the safe roof and ingratiating himself with her father, Emma would be at his mercy. After nearly four days locked away in her room, the hours spent desperately trying to think of anything else, she gave up and and decided on an outing. She needed to get out of her room. She needed fresh air and a new setting to refresh her mind before she went mad. Before she dared to find him and drag him into her room herself.

Dressing herself in a suitable riding outfit, Emma grumbled as she stalked her way down the hall and past a handful of servants. If they noticed her agitation, they didn't comment on it and she found herself eternally grateful for the fact. The less she had to explain herself, the better. All she needed to do was reach the barn.

But instead of being welcomed by the pleasant, solitary company of her horses, Emma was met with the absolute last person she wished to see. And another stranger.

Great, she silently grumbled. Another man to present to pine for her father's attentions, she assumed. Without sparing a glance to the new face, Emma gave a curt nod, hoping her cheeks didn't betray her attempt at remaining composed.

“Mister Bolton.” His name escaped her in an exasperated tone, her heart beginning to race as though she'd sprinted all the way here. How did he manage to be everywhere? Why was he haunting her like this? In her own house, she couldn't go anywhere without seeing him in some capacity and it was maddening. Her thoughts were so tangled and jumbled by seeing his countenance that it took her an embarrassingly long moment to finally take in the presence of the other man.

“Mister Finnegan,” Emma dipped into a halfhearted bow, less formal than what would’ve been expected from her, but she wasn't in the right state of mind to care. As long as John Bolton was in her presence, nothing mattered except leaving. “It’s lovely to meet you, sir.”

She tried to keep her gaze on the new face, but her attention kept being drawn to John, her violet-blue eyes drinking in every ounce of him that she could. It had only been a few days and yet she felt like it had been an eternity since she'd last seen him. It felt as though he’d gone to war and she was seeing him for the first time in years. It was a ridiculous sentiment, and even more foolishly, she couldn’t help but imagine herself running into his arms and kissing him again. Even more so, it struck her as mortifying that her mind even dared to admit she missed him.

“Hm?” Her reply was delayed, the thoughts of their previous encounter still vivid in her mind. Her dreams had been plagued by the feeling of his lips and, despite her insistence that she didn’t like him, his face was all she could envision when she slipped her hand between her legs and released her built up frustration.

“No.” She replied too firmly for her own liking, wincing at the harshness of her tone. “No,” She tried again, but the lingering effects of the first no couldn’t be ignored. "Thank you. I wouldn't wish to place such a burden upon you."

Emma didn’t wish to make a scene in front of someone else, but she also didn’t wish to make a fool of herself in front of her worst enemy. Or at least that’s what she tried to remind herself that he was. The enemy, the villain, the man who she could not fall for at any cost.

Though the idea of having him nearby was tempting, Emma knew it was better for the both of them if she kept her distance. Her resilience was not as strong as she had thought it to be and if she spent too long around him, she wasn't entirely sure what she would be tempted to do. No, it was safer to stay alone. The farther she stayed from him, the less she would imagine the feeling of his hands on her hips and the taste of his lips on her own.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.” A blush crept onto her cheeks and she all at once felt incredibly out of place in her own family’s barn. He was the guest here and yet she felt like the outsider, as though she were the one trespassing. Turning her attention back to Mister Finnegan, Emma forced a smile.

“I’d love to hear more about the haul, if you don’t mind sharing. Mister Bolton doesn’t seem to think women are capable of thinking of anything beyond fripperies, but you look like a clever enough man. I'm sure you don’t share the same ignorant opinion as your associate.” Fluttering her lashes, she tried to act demure. It was the same tactic she had used in her youth to convince her father to let her do things a young lady ought not do, but it always seemed to work. And perhaps appearing so sweet and devilishly kind to someone else would be enough to rattle the enemy. Or at least make him jealous. “I'm sure Mister Bolton forgot to mention that I am in line to inherit the family business--he doesn't seem to think me capable of such a feat--so I am intrigued to hear how things are coming along for your privateering. Do you dabble in hogs as well?"

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

Okay, Trump may see marriage a certain way- but so do major organizations. Like I'm pretty sure most if not all catholics (and christians, myself included) I know are against conversion therapy. There is a practically null chance that anyone will be forced to be married- not even Trump would stoop that low. there's maybe the 1% of his voters that would, and those are a HUGE minority.

Listen- even folks who are on opposite ends aren't usually brainwashed to the point of supporting forced marriage. That's a very large and a huge snowball argument- one very very unlikely to happen. It would never pass in congress and there is no way that any bill like that wouldn't be stalled until he's out of office.

Basically.... no matter what happens tonight, there's reason to keep living. I would highly speak against spreading doom messaging- shouldn't give people unprecedented panic attacks. No one can lose hope. there is always another day. You can fight for each other. And again, please please please take a step back and try to look at actual bills and policies. Its very common for both sides to overexaggerate policies using strawman arguments. Remember: politics overall is corrupt, not just the side that's opposite to your own. Look at things holistically.

No matter what you think: Do not give up hope.

are they seriously gonna force aro / aces to marry people. /genq

if so im killing myself.

im so done with this shit.

i cant handle friendships.

i cant handle online fictional relationships.

i cant even handle saying i’d date somebody as a fucking joke.

marriage is a scam I never want to be a part of.

so god kill me if i ever get forced to be part of this shit.

especially since i have relationship trauma.

it just makes it worse.

there’s no fucking winning and im so fucking done.

i wanna kms so bad reading the fact he’s most likely going to win and i’ll be forced into alloness.

being allosexual or alloromantic is a fucking curse

of course this has to happen while im a minor too.

i want to kms so bad.

im gonna kms atp.

its worth it.

Nothing is confirmed on the side of aroaces, but with a red country, trump may be able to push for conversion therapy practices to become standard and it is well known that (I can’t remember the wording) trump and friends only see a family as a man and women married with children.