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zodiactalks · 7 months ago

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What's Your HIDDEN DESIRE? Your Zodiac Sign Will Tell You the Truth

What we want the most in the world isn't always apparent. We might hide it from others, consciously or subconsciously. It might be because we don't want to jinx it, or simply because we are afraid people will judge us if we are authentic.

The stars can give you and your deepest desires away, though. If you're wondering what your partner or friend wants the most, or even if you just want to understand yourself a little bit better, here is what each of the Zodiac signs secretly want.

Aries

Being recognized by their more tender side

It can get tiring for Aries to have a reputation for being angry, impatient and proactive. They secretly want people to see them for who they actually are – one of the most romantic people on the planet, so sweet they could give you a toothache.

They are the kind of person who is very generous with their words and who loves to shower those they love with compliments. They get the best presents for their partner, family, and friends, too.

They are the first people to show up when you need help. Their sweeter side, however, often goes unappreciated. Reassure them that you love their more tender side and they'll be over the moon.

Taurus

Being able to forgive

If Taurus could change one thing about themselves, they would actually stop holding grudges altogether. They themselves suffer from their inability to let go more than anyone else.

They would pay a million dollars for the capacity to easily forgive and forget, and we all know how much Taurus loves money. Encourage them to explore their more spiritual side, they might find the key to forgiveness in a crystal or a sacred text.

Gemini

Being perceived as stable

Geminis are honestly tired of being perceived as inconsistent. As they have a more rational side, they are actually able to not to be swept up by emotion and they are able to be stable in a way.

If Geminis had one wish, they would change the collective narrative surrounding their sign so people would pay more attention to this. Make your Gemini feel special by telling them how stable they are. Appreciate the fact that they have a good head on their shoulders and that their thoughts are rarely clouded by emotions. They'll love you for it.

Cancer

Quitting everything to save the animals

This might sound too specific, but you'd be surprised at the number of Cancers who fantasize about this when they are stressed or burnt out. Cancers are huge animal lovers, and if they could quit everything and dedicate their lives to running an animal shelter and saving as many animals as they can, they would.

For now, they are happy with four or five pets, though. Encourage them to donate their time and/or money to the local shelter. They might not know how much they need that.

Leo

Empowering and inspiring others

It's wrong to say that Leo only cares about themselves. They dream of making a difference in the lives of others. They'd love for their confidence to be contagious and help disempowered people find their voice.

They'd also love to inspire others to make positive changes in their lives. They are often found volunteering, especially to empower others through the arts. They also make great teachers for this very reason.

Virgo

People taking care of them for a change

Virgo is always checking everyone is okay, but who checks that Virgo is okay? It's nothing short of Virgo's wet dream that someone looks after them and checks up on them without Virgo having to ask.

They might not even consciously know how much they really want and need this, but it might make a huge difference for them. If you love a Virgo, send them random texts asking how they are, and bring them soup when they're sick, just like they would if you were sick. It would mean the world to them.

Libra

Being loved for who they truly are

Like Virgo, Libra might not be consciously aware of how much they want and need this. They are used to making accommodations to their identity according to who they're with.

It would be a huge weight off their shoulders if they could just be who they truly are and felt no pressure whatsoever to put on a mask to please others. Offer them a safe space so they can be themselves, and be patient while they get used to that idea.

Scorpio

People anticipating their needs

If Scorpio has to ask for something, they don't want it anymore. It would be nothing short of a dream for someone to know them so well they can anticipate their wants and needs and they can receive them without having to ask for anything.

Of course, this is only possible in a long-term relationship, and even then, no one is a mind reader. But Scorpio will keep on dreaming. Do your best to remember everything they tell you and anticipate their needs. You won't do it perfectly if you haven't known them for long, but they will appreciate the effort.

Sagittarius

A stable partner who can keep up their pace

Even though Sagittarius will say that they don't want to be tied down by a partner, they secretly want someone who can be their partner in crime and have their back in their numerous adventures.

They will continue saying that they don't want a committed relationship because they know it's a tall order to find a nomad who's hungry for adventure that they can date. Even Sagittarius, the incurable optimist, is daunted by how difficult it is to find such a person. But, when that person finally comes into their life, they'll absolutely adore them.

Capricorn

Being recognized for their sense of humor

Capricorns get a reputation for being too rigid and serious. They are actually hilarious, especially if your brand of humor is as dark as Capricorn's coffee. If you can learn to appreciate their sense of humor, laugh at their jokes and tell them how funny they are. They will seriously appreciate the difference.

Even more so if you follow their lead and start to banter in just the way they like. At the end of a long day, Capricorn just loves a good laugh, and being recognized by their comic genius.

Aquarius

Being the center of attention

Aquarius will deny this. They will say they'd rather have the voiceless be in the spotlight, or use whatever attention they get to raise awareness for their favorite social cause.

But they secretly love all the attention they get. It's one of their motivations for being so weird and outrageous. They secretly love to be the center of attention. They might even daydream about being famous, but they'd never admit it.

Pisces

Sticking to a routine

Even though Pisces has a delicious chaotic energy, they'd love to stick to a healthy routine in which they do their chores in an orderly manner, look after themselves and fulfill their obligations without procrastinating or getting overwhelmed.

But it's a pipe dream and they know it. They'll oversleep, get distracted, lose their focus, and eventually do the best they can when they can.

Were these accurate?

Did we miss something?

If so, tell us in the comments!

Were you surprised by any of them or do they all make sense?

Did you get any ideas of how to make your loved ones feel special?

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #ZodiacFacts #astrology #astrology signs #Aquarius #Aries #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Sagittarius #Pisces #taurus #scorpio #Gemini #virgo

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cosmereplay · 8 days ago

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Life goes trick-or-treating at Urithiru 🍬

Happy Hallowe'en! Here's Lift going trick or treating! Rated General.

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Dalinar stared at the empty crystal punch bowl beside the front door. "Didn't you have the servants put out the candy, Navani?" he called out.

"Yes, gemheart!" Navani called back from the bedroom. She was still putting the finishing touches on her Deadeye Spren costume.

Dalinar frowned, pulling at the tighter fit of his Preposterously Not To Code Uniform costume. He was sure he'd seen a full bowl earlier. This would take careful consideration. Perhaps he would ask the Sibling...

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"Come on, Oroden, it's time to go!"

"Don' wanna!"

Oroden had been jumpscared four times today by various people in corrupted spren costumes. Kaladin had no idea where the fear had come from, but if he was going to take him out for his first trick or treat in Urithiru, he was going to have to do something to ease his brother's mind.

Luckily, Hesina knelt down, straightening his little brother's Syl costume. "Darling, lots of scary spren are going to be coming here tonight. That's why you and Kaladin have to go out. It'll be safer. We know how to defend ourselves against evil spren."

"Oh yeah? What's the secret?" Kaladin said as Oroden's eyes went wide.

"You give them candy," Hesina said knowingly. "If you give the evil spren candy, they'll go away." She gestured to the crem pottery bowl by the door. "See? We'll be perfectly...uh, where'd the candy go?"

Kaladin frowned. "I could've sworn I just saw it. There must be a thief." He knelt in front of Oroden. "If we're going to protect Mom and Dad, we have to go to the market and buy more candy. Will you come with me?"

Oroden sniffled, then straightened up, mirroring Kaladin's frown. "We gotta save them fwom the evoo spwen!" he said sternly. "We go."

"There's my boys," Hesina smiled. "Thanks Kal."

"I'll buy double, just to be sure," Kaladin reassured her.

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Shallan sat by the front door, casually sketching as she waited for Adolin to put the finishing touches on his Sexy Shardblade costume. She had finished her own Sexy Shardbearer costume ages ago.

As it happened, she was sketching the special curnip-shaped Hallowe'en bowl Adolin had purchased specifically for the occasion. They'd be taking their candy to the local refugee shelter, along with a large donation. Then they'd be heading to Elhokar's Fabulous Hallowe'en Bash. After that, neither she nor Veil planned on remembering much.

I guess I'll be getting us home then, Radiant thought.

Wow, I can feel you rolling your eyes! How do you manage it? Veil thought.

Practice.

She took extra care to show she was paying attention to that curnip-shaped bowl at all times, much to the consternation of a certain teenager watching from a vent above.

"You know if you'd knocked on the door I'd've given you some candy," she whispered.

Incredibly, the girl heard her. "I don't wanna treat, I wanna trick, you stumer! Go to your stupid lighteyes party so I can steal your candy!"

"Well that'll be interesting, since I'll be taking the candy with me," Shallan said, putting the last details on the drawing.

Look! Veil cried out.

But it was too late. Between one blink and the next, the candy was gone.

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For my Halloween ask game

#Later at the refugee shelter Shallan and Adolin discover that somehow their original candy haul is already there #having been dropped off by Lift an hour earlier #and they look like idiots bringing the same kind of candy that LIft brought #row spoilers #oathbringer spoilers #stormlight fanfic #happy halloween #ask answered

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pendragyn · 2 years ago

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Hey, I know this is literally out of the blue but im asking for some emergency help for my cats current situation. Please boost/share it for us so that we could get some traction or it could reach more people. I understand if its not okay, so sorry for taking some of your time and I wish you to be safe and healthy, xx.(Please considering answering my ask privately or probably send me a msg! 😭🙏

look drcember, not to be mean but a blog that only came into existence 15 hours ago, reblogged a bunch of random fandom and cat stuff then suddenly has a cat emergency that needs a reblog and a private reply screams scam in every way conceivable.

But hey, you followed me 2 seconds before sending the message so kudos for trying to negate that massive red flag?

If by some miraculous chance you aren't a scammer then you should know this entire setup has ensured that everyone is going to assume that you are.

For folks new to tumblr, begging for help for a sick pet/family member is an unfortunately common scam that goes around frequently, and is why I don't reblog donation posts from randos. I highly recommend being exceedingly wary of anyone begging in your inbox.

Elodiunderglass and Vaspider have both done excellent posts on how to spot scams, but let me reiterate; there is no cat/dog/bird/sibling/child/parent/grandparent/etc, especially if;

🚩 Their blog only just popped into existence in the past few days - so no way to know what kind of person they are or if they even have the thing they're claiming they need money to save.

🚩 They don't or just started following you - meaning they found your name randomly and just decided to message you out of the blue. Why? Well, have you donated or reblogged a charity post? Did something you post go viral? Are you a mutual with people who go viral on a regular basis?

🚩 They ask for a private response to their message, but want you to publicly reblog their charity posts. This gives them and the post an air of legitimacy, that you found the post on your own (meaning you follow them) and decided it was valid enough to pass on to your followers.

Inconsistencies in their stories/posts might be minor but are huge red flags. A few examples: 🚩 being very vague about the issue but insisting it is an urgent emergency, 🚩 not using the name of the pet/person in the post, 🚩 they'll say you can send money directly to the caregivers but then only give you their personal donation links, 🚩 not having any mention of the creature/issue on their blog before the sudden need for a large sum of money.

and recognize that they have probably sent this same message to a ton of other random, viral/charity post people at the same time. 🚩🚩🚩

It's okay to be wary and not engage with those you feel are trying to scam you. If you're really worried, reverse image search the "proof" and the paypal/cashapp links. Are there other posts on other blogs with the same links but different names/causes? Are there posts on other sites about the issue but with completely different links? All confirmations of scamming.

Even if there's nothing concrete, you're still allowed to say no. Even if it's a real need! You are not obligated to donate to random strangers on the internet, please don't let anyone convince you that you are.

Save your time and money by being generous with your friends and family and local causes, or actual charities like food banks, doctors without borders, local shelters, etc.

#scam #fraud #ask #Pendragyn answers #I don't do charity posts for individuals who aren't mutuals #and even those I limit #it's okay to say no

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willowestate · 2 months ago

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congratulations della moray ( savannah smith ) ! you have officially been accepted into willowestate ! your apartment is waiting for you and we're so lucky that you choose us as your next home. you have twenty-four hours to join the discord sign your lease and pick up your keys at the front desk . don't worry about reapplying once you join ! just let us know it's you in the general chat and we'll give you full permissions . can't wait to meet ya !

( savannah lee smith, cis woman, she/her, 27 ) $$$ — i’m pretty sure i just saw DELLA MORAY headed out of the estate. it’s weird though … i didn’t see them with their COLORFULLY TINTED SUNGLASSES, CHUNKY HEART NECKLACE, AND AIRPODS. i didn’t know they left the house without it. i feel like i can never catch them ; they’re always so busy … guess that makes sense since they’re a MODEL. have you met them yet?they live in MAGNOLIA SUITES, so you might’ve missed them. i think you’d like them a lot, actually. i swear their aura is ORANGE, and that seems like your vibe. maybe you’ll get lucky and run into them sometime. i can always tell when they’re coming up the hill ‘cause they’re constantly blasting HOT TO GO by CHAPPELL ROAN… it’s pretty much their anthem at this point, so if you hear it, you’ll know they’re around. y'know, the other day, i saw a tabloid with them on the front page that said “MODEL SPOTTED VOLUNTEERING AT LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER: GENUINE ACT OF KINDNESS OR ALL FOR CLOUT?” … do you think that’s true? guess we’ll see what the neighborhood watch thinks! ( patches, 25, she/her, cst ).

PART II.

Okay LISTEN, Della grew up on what could probably be considered the wrong side of the tracks in some small town in Texas. But her mother, for all her flaws, did whatever she could to make a better life for her daughter. Better than the one she’d been given.

So she scrimped and scraped to save up enough to send Della to a good school, all the while sending the girl’s pictures to various modeling agencies. Finally, in high school, she got the call.

Della was accepted into a modeling agency when she was 18 and was able to start helping her mom out money wise. She solely but surely started making a name for herself in the modeling world, and by the time she finished college she managed to pay off her the whole of her student loans thanks to her rising career.

Currently, she’s enjoying her modeling career, as well as dipping into the philanthropic side of the world. When she isn’t supporting her mother, she’s donating her money to charities and volunteering her time as well. Pinterest here!

#submission #accepted.

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cherrywillowapparel · 7 months ago

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Cherry Willow Apparel Custom Donations

We are looking to collect certain items to distribute to homeless people in addition to what the shelters are able to provide. Our goal is to be able to facilitate a donation with every purchase made so we can help to redistribute the excess that is already out there and not add to the waste that is so often generated by corporations in this country.

The number 1 need of most homeless people is clean clothes. When living on the street it can be difficult to keep up with hygiene with the lack of access to showers and laundry facilities. Any items donated will be distributed through local shelters and other outreach programs. Any blank apparel items that we are able to print on will be printed with the Cherry Willow Apparel logo and given to shelters so that homeless people may wear it and know that there is a brand working on their behalf and to help them in whatever way we can.

In particular with clean clothes, socks and underwear are of huge importance. Used socks and underwear cannot be accepted, for obvious reasons, but we are working to find a partnership with a manufacturer to have a pair of socks and underwear be donated with every sticker purchase to local shelters to ensure they always have a supply to give out to those in need.

Winter clothing, especially in areas like Chicago and other midwest cities with large homeless populations are of huge importance. Anything from thermal underwear, to sweatshirts and jackets, to gloves, hats and boots are very much needed in order to survive the harsh winter. Please don’t only think of donating these items in the winter. When you are doing your spring cleaning consider donating these types of items to us or to your local homeless shelter. It goes a long way towards helping preparations for the winter when we are able to collect these items all year round.

The second largest need is personal care products including sunscreen, hand/body lotion, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, menstrual care products and hand sanitizer. Living outside and exposed to the elements can have a tremendous impact on our skin. These items help the people who are homeless take care of themselves and protect their skin from the constant exposure to the elements. They also help ensure that they are doing everything they can to prevent infection or illness from exposure to germs and bacteria.

Third would be supplies that will help people who do not do well in the shelter environment. Many people that are dealing with homelessness are also facing mental health issues including anxiety. The shelter setting is often very crowded and loud, with lack of privacy or space for yourself. Many people, especially those with anxiety or other social behavioral issues choose to camp instead of living in a shelter. To help support these people everything from backpacks, to sleeping bags, tarps & tents are a huge help. In order for someone to make progress on their mental health they have to be in an environment that they feel safe in. Ensuring we help provide the people that need space with the goods that enable them to create a safe space for themselves will go a long way towards helping them work on their mental health issues.

Please share this with anyone who is looking to help the homeless as many of the donations to Goodwill, Salvation Army and other similar companies end up in their retail stores rather than directly going to someone in need. We are also looking for local businesses that are willing to be donation centers for those who would like to donate until such a time when we are able to set up a warehouse. Please if you are a local business owner or know someone who is and would like to help support homeless people while also generating some additional foot traffic for your business to get in contact with us and to read the donation center sign up document which is listed on the site under “Donation Center Sign Up” page under the Resources section of the website.

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laughingcatwrites · 1 year ago

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Oh hey, the propoganda cycle has started for this upcoming election! This particular method is a tactic I've seen used a lot in the USA (especially against Democrats) (especially close to elections). I'm not sure what the official name is, but in essence, it's:

Take a fact (homelessness is a problem in the USA)

Take a fear (becoming homeless yourself)

Create an "other" (the government)

Tie the three together in a way that both sounds logical and removes you from any agency in the statement (the government deliberately creates homelessness and will make you homeless if you do something they don't like)

Either end WITHOUT a call to action to discourage voting by implying there's nothing people can do to fix it or end WITH a call to action that supports their cause. (This is obviously the former: people who are financially insecure or don't have enough to support themselves in their current style for at least six months in the bank will be more likely to be discouraged against voting. People who are wealthy enough that money has never been and never will be even a hint of an issue to them won't be affected. Since the former groups of Americans skew Democratic and the latter group skews Republican, this has the affect of suppressing Democratic turnout without ever mentioning either party or the election.)

Remember that the state is not a physical entity but a group of people making decisions for everybody else. If these decisions seem bad or just seem strange, investigate why. Don't just look at the headlines, dig into articles and look at multiple sources. File public records requests. Find out who donated to the people who made that decision, the records and notes related to that decision, and the legal justification for that decision. Check the dates tied to that decision and see if they match what the decision makers claim. Find out if the decision was actually tied to that bad thing you're seeing or if it was an unanticipated knock-on effect and if there are any plans to resolve it.

So what should we be doing to find out about why homelessness is a problem? We can start by doing a general information dive and looking for the answers to questions like:

What are the current laws on the books regarding homelessness?

What are the local laws surrounding unemployment insurance?

How long have those two sets of laws been in the books? Who put them there? Have there been any recent attempts to change them?

How are homeless people in your area treated by the police?

How are the homeless people in your area treated by the residents?

Are there shelters available and how do those shelters treat residents?

Are there food banks available?

Is there a resource center?

How wealthy does a person need to be before they can afford a place to rent?

Can a person afford a place to rent with the median salary for the area? If not, why not?

Homelessness, like everything else, is often a complex, multi-faceted issue that needs a whole lot of solutions all coming together and being applied simultaneously from different sectors in order to make real, positive change. Looking into the questions can hopefully encourage you to vote by either showing that groups are trying to work towards those solutions or identifying obstructionists who need to be voted out.

And because I would be remiss if I didn't include it:

Finding out about your local elected officials and volunteering with local government can let you both see and effect real change. A lot of things go on in the background that never make it to the public eye because they're not considered newsworthy. Your local government may already be working on new shelters, or supporting SRO (single-room occupancy) housing or some other initiatives and you may have no idea about it until you get yourself involved.

Volunteer with organizations that help or aim to end homelessness! Even if you may feel that you can't affect big changes, getting to do things that have immediate impacts on the people around you will have ripple-effects that help lead towards those changes.

Please ignore all typos; I wrote this on my phone and am currently fighting a headache, so I'm having a hard time both reading what I've typed and remembering basic grammatical rules.

Blogging again-this is despicable

#homelessness #propoganda #recognizing pre-election propoganda #USA politics #digging into political issues #I can't think of what the tags should be I give up

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crystalgood · 2 years ago

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Happy Howlidays - Sustainable Gifts for the Pets in your Life

Should you give your pet a gift this holiday season?

Does your dog even know it’s a special time of year? They probably do, but not for the reason you think.

Pets pick up on our emotions; they know when we’re happy, sad and yes, stressed. The holidays are a busy time of year and when we’re rushing around doing more tasks than we have hours, our pets notice. This season do something special for your furry friends so they can enjoy the holiday with you.

The gift of time

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Take your dog for an extra walk and you can log in the steps as well. To get you both in the mood you can buy her a new leash. Teach your dog a new trick or take him to a training class to reinforce the bond you have. If you want your cat to sit with you, pull out some important work and it’s almost guaranteed that she’ll sit in your lap (or on your work). Spend some time playing with your pet.

Playtime

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livehorses · 2 years ago

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I have something to tell to the people throwing soup at protection glasses of paintings

First of, why do you attempt against art? Do you really think it's useless and doesn't make any difference? Do you have any idea of how much it costed materially, physically and psycologically to the artists, principally Monet and Van Gogh? For these artists, their artworks were literally their lives. If it wasn't about how art made them feel alive by expressing their most profound feelings, was about how with art, they literally won their daily bread. It was their salary. Art meant so much for them as a way to send a message, to open up minds and challenge an elitist society that found impressionism worthless. They were outcasts.

Mainly for Van Gogh, life was rough. He couldn't even afford food, he only sold one (1) of his many paintings while he was alive, and he had way worse phsycological problems that you could ever imagine to the point he had to be half of his life on a mental hospital. But art held him on the worst times, gave him courage to go on. Even more, he tried anything before art to please his parents, to feel worthy, to make him feel useful, but nothing except art made him feel like he was doing something self satisfactory. Art doesn't have more worth than life, but life without art is meaningless. Art is nothing more than the incarnated manifestation of life experiences.Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase isn't but part of a collection that Van Gogh painted to show how much life was worth living for because society wasn't paying attention to little details that form part of our daily lives and make life beautiful. He was a social activist, and it can be seen that portrayed in many of his paintings. That painting you're attempting to, is the ancestor of the camera your pal was holding. Art makes more concience than soup spilled on a canvas.

Your points are very valid, and I agree with you. The World is at war, hunger and poverty is everywhere and we're on a climate World change crisis. Even more, it's outrageously immoral the prices that these paintings cost today. I think it would be better that these museums were open to the public in general but in the end, there is maintenance staff that live from the salary that the money won generates. But how do you expect to end worldwide hunger when you're wasting food on a multimillion dollar painting? Why do you brag of being against oil when you dye your hair with chemicals and use new printed shirts made out of this oil? How much did it cost the ticket to enter these museums? Why don't you spend that money donating to organizations that urgently need it? If the cans of soup you're throwing at paintings were better donated to home shelters or feeding organizations, people would stop starving. If you're against something, reduce, don't waste, be congruent.

There are other things you can do to stop these problems. There's a peaceful economic sabotage that you can do, way more effective than you think:

Stop buying oil based products like plastic, hair dye, cosmetics, clothing. Go for naturally made things, for artisan made things. You can buy clothing on second hand stores, and you'll reduce the massive clothing production that wastes an amount of water litters and contaminates air, ground and water.

Buy to local sellers. Many products are transported by vehicles like cars, airplanes and ships that use oil fuel and generates high amount of co2. The closer you buy, the better you're helping to reduce oil use. Also, go for public transportation or, if your destination is near, you can walk or use other transportation like bicycles.

Reduce your electricity use and the time you spend online. In the present, the majority of electricity is powered by oil based power centers, and all of Internet data is stored on centers that have to be cooled down by electricity so, the less you stay on social media, the more you will prevent the massive production of unnecessary electricity.

Donate money if you can to organizations that search for other electricity generators that are eco-friendly. Donate old clothing to people that need it, and consume food responsibly so you don't leave leftovers. The food that you get left can be donated as well.

Stop blaming art, and start looking to what artists of the past have to tell you and teach you through their paintings instead. Art is World Culture Patrimony. Start living responsibly and take real action, change your lifestyle, and you'll see how change starts becoming true. If no one uses oil, governments will stop producing it.

I will end this post quoting the russian author Fyodor Dostoievsky: "Beauty will save the World"

And this section of one of the many letters Vincent wrote to his brother Theo:

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”

#Art #Vincent Van Gogh #Claude Monet #Climate Change #World hunger

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We Live for Love - Part 1

We Live for Love – Part 1

Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: Alright, so I had the idea, and because I can’t seem to help myself I started writing. This is definitely a fix-it fic because our boy deserved so much better! I’m not sure how many parts this is going to be. Probably somewhere around three or so. This fic is eventually going to have smut which is why it’s 18+. Minors DNI!

You never thought you would actually see an apocalypse up close.

At least, that’s what you feel happened. One minute you’re closing up the shop for the night and the next large flaming red cracks are splitting the road apart and everything is shaking like crazy. By the time it’s done, everything around you is in ruins.

You escape relatively unscathed. The same cannot be said for the rest of Hawkins. You aren’t even supposed to be there. Your plan was to go to the local community college for a year before moving on to a bigger university.

Yeah, that never happened.

School isn’t your thing. Maybe it had been when you were younger but it definitely isn’t now and you have no idea what you want to do with your life. You gave up after a year and found your way back home. You got a job at the town bookstore and spent the year working, reading, and generally having more fun than you’ve ever had in your entire life. It’s like, as soon as the weight of expectations was lifted, you were finally able to breathe.

And then the world ended.

You don’t have too many skills that can be useful. You choose to volunteer at the hospital since it was the busiest and full to the brim with victims. With so many people missing or presumed dead, they need all the help they can get. Occasionally, you help orderlies stock rooms or change linens, but mostly you try to help the patients pass the time.

Today is no exception. You get there a little later than you anticipate. The roads that aren’t torn up are filled with people leaving or emergency vehicles responding. You’ve taken to walking because it’s the quickest way to get around. When you arrive, you put your bag down behind the nurse’s station.

“Any new rooms added to the list?” you ask, pulling your book cart out where it was jammed into the corner, kept out of the way.

The nurse puts a slip of paper in your hand with a list of rooms. Most of the hospital is being run by generators so anything non-essential, like TV, isn’t available in patient rooms. You volunteered to pass books out to those reading to loved ones or people who are stuck recovering. It’s not much but it’s what you can offer. The bookstore and your little apartment above it barely survived the catastrophe. Your landlord and manager didn’t which left the store to you. At least, you assume as much. No one cares enough right now to argue.

Every morning you gather a bundle of books and deliver them throughout the hospital to lend out. You’ve also donated several boxes to the school which is now a shelter.

You scan the list in your hand and notice it skips over a room number. “Hey, what about room twenty?”

“You don’t need to go in there.”

“Why not?”

“That’s where Eddie Munson is.”

Shit. Eddie is here?

You knew Eddie from school and were in the same year until you graduated and he was held back. You even spoke to him on occasion but that was as far as it went. He had his Hellfire club and, though you’d been interested in Dungeons and Dragons, the fact that it was all guys didn’t exactly make you feel comfortable enough to give it a try. At least not while in high school. You played a bit in college and even stocked a section of the bookstore with D&D stuff. Before the stupid Satanic Panic set in and you had to take it all down.

“Why shouldn’t I go in? Is he in bad shape?”

The nurse makes a face. “You know what they say about him right?”

“That he’s innocent,” you remind her. “Remember, the Sinclair kids said that Jason Carver was behind everything. He was even seen buying weapons and ammo. They found a stash in his car. He knew the victims. It all fits.”

“Well, yes, that’s what they say,” the nurse says. “But, that Munson kid…”

“Didn’t do anything wrong.”

The nurse doesn’t look convinced. “If you want to go in there, be my guest.”

You add Eddie’s room to your list, more than a little annoyed at the nurse. People like her remind you why you wanted to get out of Hawkins in the first place. You make your rounds, checking in with patients you’ve come to know and introducing yourself to new ones.

Lucas Sinclair is still by Max Mayfield’s bedside. He’s reading from the book you brought him yesterday, so rather than interrupt, you leave two more on the table next to him. He gives you a grateful smile and you move on.

You don’t know why you save Eddie’s room for last.

Maybe because you’re not sure how your presence will be received. Maybe you’re a little intimidated. Or maybe because you still harbor a very slight crush on him. That last part surprises you. You aren’t expecting the feelings to come rushing back and they had the second that nurse said his name. It’s been two years. You thought you were over your feelings but apparently not.

You give yourself a pep talk, tell yourself to get it together because you doubt he remembers you. You shared a couple of classes once upon a time. It’s then that you realize it’s been about five minutes and you’re starting to get funny looks standing there in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, you push your cart to the half-closed door and knock.

“Come in.”

You push the door open with your cart.

“Henderson, seriously, I appreciate it but you don’t have to come to see me every…” Eddie turns to look at you and his smile fades a little. “…day.”

“Hey, Eddie.”

He says your name and it’s so soft, so tender, it takes your breath away. He clearly remembers you. And if the way his eyes are taking you in, your presence is greatly appreciated. You stare into his eyes, seeing a flood of emotion. You’re not exactly sure which emotions because you’re too busy taking him in as well.

He looks good. Well, as good as someone in the hospital who’s covered in bandages can look. He’s wearing a hospital gown but you can see his arms are wrapped in gauze and so is his forehead. Other than that, and some bruising on his face, he’s relatively intact.

“Hey! Um…wh-what are you, um, doing here?” He adjusts himself against the head of the bed and folds his arms, trying to appear nonchalant and chill.

“Volunteering,” you say, motioning to the books. “Thought you could use some company. Mind if I stay?”

“Yeah, I mean, no, no I don’t mind. Yes, please stay.” It’s cute to see him flustered and babbling. You’ve never seen him that way before. “I didn’t think you were still around.”

“I wasn’t. Not for a year or so but I’ve been back for a while now.”

“Cool, cool,” Eddie nods as if you’ve said the most interesting thing in the world. “What have you been up to?”

“You mean before the apocalypse?”

He grins. That wide goofy grin that is somehow more adorable than you remember. “Yeah, before that.”

“Not much. I work at that little bookstore on East Street. Well, I guess I own it now.” Your hands fidget on the handle of the cart. Your heart is racing and you have no idea how to get it to stop. You think for a second before taking the empty chair in the corner of the room and dragging it over next to his bed. You sit down. “What about you? You seem like you’re doing well for a murdering Satanic cult leader.”

He rolls his eyes. “So you heard about all that?”

“Oh yeah.”

He gives you a look out of the corner of his eye. “And yet you’re still talking to me.”

“Even before Jason Carver was found out I knew you didn’t do it,” you say, waving your hand dismissively. “Never believed the police for a second.”

“Why not?”

You study him as he stares at you with those big eyes and your heart melts even more. “It just…didn’t seem like you,” you tell him. “Besides, the whole thing with D&D being satanic is just bullshit. I’ve played and I never once worshiped Satan.”

“Then you must not have played it right.”

You know he’s joking. He can’t keep himself from grinning when he says it and it makes you laugh. “Maybe not. I was actually thinking of doing D&D nights at the bookstore once things calm down a little. You know, give some people an outlet to deal with all this.”

“Count me in.”

He says it without hesitation, without even a second thought. The conversations between you had been simple in school but you don’t remember them being this easy. It’s like no time has passed at all. Like you’re talking to an old close friend.

“I actually have a confession to make,” you say. “I really wanted to join Hellfire when I was in school.”

Just when you think his eyes can’t get wider, he gives you a wide-eyed stare. “Come on, you’re messing with me!” he says.

“Nope, I swear, it’s true.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You and your buddies didn’t exactly seem open to a chick joining.”

“I would have totally let you join!”

You laugh again. “Oh, really? You would have let a newbie just roll a new character and stumble her way through a game.”

“Of course!” He gives you a lopsided grin. “I would have even offered private tutoring after.”

Your face grows warm. As does the rest of you. This is not how you anticipated this talk to go. In fact, he’s a hell of a lot more upbeat than you would guess he would be. Never in a million years did you think he would be so happy to see you. Or would be so flirty. Was he always this flirty? Well, yeah now that you think about it, he was. But you always assumed that’s just the way he was. Maybe you were wrong.

“So, what happened?” you ask, clearing your throat and trying to think of anything other than how much you want to lay a kiss on that adorable smile of his. You motion to his injuries, which he glances down at.

“Oh, you know, earthquake stuff.”

He doesn’t elaborate and you get the sense that he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t matter. He’s here and seems in relatively good spirits. Definitely more upbeat than he probably has any right to be feeling. You wouldn’t be smiling if you had to deal with the whole town thinking you did something you didn’t, especially while trying to recover from what looks like serious injuries.

“Well, not sure how long you’re stuck in here, but I have books!” You pull your cart over, remembering the whole reason you’re supposed to be there.

“Sweet! What do you have?”

You reach onto the shelf and pull out The Fellowship of the Ring. “Something tells me this is right up your alley.”

He pumps his fist excitedly before winces in pain. “Aw, shit!” he exclaims, clutching his side.

Instinctively you reach for him, your hand touching his as you lean in. “Are you okay?”

It’s like a jolt of electricity shoots from his touch. Your entire body comes alive and you’re suddenly super aware of everything about him. Those eyes, those lips, that smile, the proximity of his body. His eyes find yours and you two stare at each other in silence. You’ve never been this close to Eddie, never touched him in any way. It’s like you two are magnets, being drawn together by an invisible force.

“I’m good. Especially now that you’re here,” he says. It’s soft, barely above a whisper. His fingers link with yours and you swear your heart actually stops.

Everything around you fades and goes silent, the only sounds are your labored breathing and Eddie’s shallow breaths. Fuck. Fuck. All you need to do is lean in. His lips are RIGHT THERE. You feel yourself leaning forward before your brain can second guess. Eddie moves too, gently caressing your chin with his thumb…

“Hey, Eddie! I brought you some comics!”

The door suddenly bangs open and you jump back with a start. Eddie does too, wincing again and swearing under his breath as he grips his bandaged torso. You turn your head to see a young kid standing there, arms full of comics. Well, kid isn’t exactly the right word. He’s definitely younger than you and Eddie by a couple of years but probably is around the age of a freshman. He doesn’t notice you until he looks up from the pile of comics in his arms. Only then does his mouth falls open.

“Oh…sorry,” he says, looking between the two of you.

“No worries, I should probably get going anyway.”

You’re chickening out. Yup, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. The air has been sucked out of the room, your heart is racing, and your head is spinning. Eddie stares as you get to your feet and grab your cart. You motion to the book which lays forgotten next to him on the bed where he dropped it.

“Enjoy.”

Before you can move, he reaches out to gently grab your wrist. “Are you coming back tomorrow?” he asks.

Fuck, those big puppy dog eyes. That hopeful look. How can you say no? It’s not like you were going to anyway. “First thing in the morning,” you say. “See ya, Munson.”

You push your cart past the kid who is mostly still standing in the door and has to jump out of the way to let you go. Once outside the room, you can breathe a little better but your heart is still racing. It’s like your entire body is doused in flames and nothing is going to put them out. You suck in a lung full of air, leaning against the wall for support.

Where the fuck did that come from?! Okay, you know where it came from on your end but, fuck, dude. Almost kissing Eddie Munson was not on the list of things you assumed would happen today. Part of you is supremely pissed you were interrupted. That kiss is years in the making, alright. You’ve been fantasizing about it longer than you can remember.

Apparently, you’re not the only one pissed. From inside the room, you hear Eddie’s voice raise several octaves.

“God damn it, Henderson! You have the worst timing!”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #strangerthings #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn

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trueshellz · 4 years ago

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@regs09

I hope this is okay! I tried to show her as helpful as possible but a little sparky too. They're not all the same length but I tried to use different scenarios too.

Kuroo

The first time he saw you, you were surrounded by 2nd years pestering you for your phone number and he truly felt sorry for those guys. You couldn’t have had a bigger ‘fuck off’ face even if you tried. As he walked over, he was getting ready to set them straight when he overheard you.

“If you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds, I will rearrange your face.”

He’d never seen boys run away apologising so fast in his life, his signature laugh being heard by everyone, even Kenma gave him a WTF look as they walked together down the corridor.

“Oya? You seemed to have put them right in their place.”

Still annoyed at the situation, you whirled around and glared at him, hands placed on your hips. You knew Kuroo Tetsuro, everyone knew Kuroo Tetsuro. Third year, Nekoma volleyball captain, signature smile and absolute flirt.

“You wanna go as well, pretty boy?” You huffed as he held his hands up in mock surrender, grin wide across his face.

“Woah there, sparky. I was coming over to help you.”

Hiking your bag up your shoulder, you purposely walked between him and Kenma. “I didn’t need your help.”

The second time he saw you, he was grabbing a book from the library and he saw you sat with one of the 1st year girls. Exam week was around the corner so the library was busier than usual, he could see some of his teammates in the back too, knowing full well if they failed exams they could be pulled from the upcoming games.

He could see the girl was stressed out from the way she was flailing her arms, her face red as she pointed at her books. He saw you smile as you leaned over, pointing to something before taking out a mini whiteboard and pen from you bag. You giggled as she held her arms up in the air, she must have got the answer right. He was momentarily stunned by your change in demeanor and he could feel himself smile as you clapped for your student.

When you were dating, Kuroo was more than aware of how people perceived you. He had the same issue to some extent, being perceived as a harsh captain with a scheming personality meant some students were often scared to approach him. But when you were alone, you would often curl up to him on the sofa and often acted cute in front of him especially when he came home after a game to help cheer him up. Packing bento boxes for his lunches with cute cut out fruit and animal shaped onigiri and leaving cute notes in his bags and books.

You would always come near the end of Nekoma practice matches with drinks or healthy snacks for his team, who loved you for this reason. Yamamoto more so than the rest, a huge flirt who tried to hug attack you every time only to get yelled at by your boyfriend and given clean up duties as punishment.

"Tetsu, he just wants a hug."

He mock pouted as he looked at you, his lip stuck out almost comically. "Those hugs are mine, he can't have any."

The manager and you got along well too, you would help them by sweeping up after the boys or tidying away the equipment. A few times you helped Lev out when he tore his uniform falling over or tripping on his long legs as he got used to playing volleyball. He would feel so bad too, looking at you like a lost puppy as you sewed up his hem or patched a hole he had in his shorts or t shirt. The one time he managed to rip the stitching of his t shirt up to his arm pit when he skidded across the floor trying to save the ball. Needless to say, it didn't end well and you were glad you had taken to carrying a sewing kit with you when you went to watch them practice.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Lev. Don't worry about it."

Kuroo knew the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover, but he didn't realise how true it was until he met you. He could have missed out on one of the best people in his life.

Bokuto

Bokuto was known for having a cheery outlook on life, yes he had his emo moments but it took a lot to get him down generally. But you always baffled him, whenever he saw you it seemed as though you were angry or annoyed. In class, no matter the task or who you worked with, you looked fed up. After school when you were walking home, you seemed frustrated. At lunchtime, you sat with friends but you seemed like you'd had enough. You were a conundrum to him.

After school one day, he was walking towards the local shop to grab some snacks and he saw you crouching on the ground, your face was a mixture of awe and sadness as you looked at a box on the ground. As he neared you, he could hear small whines and the scratching against the box and when he peered over your shoulder he could see some puppies in the box.

"Someone left them here alone?"

You jumped as you heard his voice, looking up to see him standing over you, he had his bag slung on his shoulder and was still dressed in his volleyball gear. You'd seen him around school, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom to you so you never worked together. You knew he was the captain of the school's volleyball team but didn't know much else about him.

"Yeah, it's so cruel. They're only babies too."

And that was how you two became started friends and eventually dating, bonding over your love for animals and disdain for the situation. He accompanied you to the local animal shelter where you dropped the puppies off, not being able to take them home. He was enthralled by your change in demeanor, you would always smile at him and act a lot more animated. You would help Akaashi get him out of his funk when he had a bad day or one of his moves didn't go to plan. He had taken to buying you the famous octopus plushie too and would use it to gauge your mood, you found it hilarious. If you were sad or angry, he would come bearing snacks or gifts and if you were happy, he knew he was able to hug attack you and smother you in kisses.

Attending every game, you would always dress in his team number and cheer the loudest for him. After school, you would help him unwind, either spending time giving him a massage or just cuddling on the sofa together. You would lay on him, arms and legs intertwined as you watched television or playing with hair as his head was in your lap. Even going as far to sometimes climb into the front of his hoodie so you would be skin to skin with him. You loved the feel of his heartbeat against your ears and his breathing would calm you. You spent more time in his lap, head buried in his neck than sat alone as you lived feeling his body heat against you. Thankfully, Koutaro didn't mind, he loved the attention and having you close to him.

Who knew such a angry little bean would become such a cute little sloth?

Osamu

Every weekend like clockwork at lunchtime, you would walk in and order 2 meals. One to eat at the time and one to pick up at the end of your meal and take away. You always sat in the corner by yourself, flicking through your phone. You weren't rude or anything, but you had an aura of 'leave me alone' or else which usually kept people away from you. As Osamu watched, he couldn't help but wonder about you and your background.

He tried talking to you first, but apart from polite conversation you didn't seem to want to talk to him. He tried broaching lots of subjects but you just gave minimal answers. He was quite frustrated to say the least, Atsumu didn't help with his idea either. They just seemed to be annoying or potentially harassing, neither a great choice.

It was the end of the day when he was packing away, you had just left the restaurant and Osamu was packing all the left over food in boxes to give to the homeless people around the restaurant. He didn't like wasting food, not being one to be ungrateful and decided early on to donate it to those who were less fortunate. Carrying the snack packs, he started his usual journey down the roads and handing his packages out to anyone who was in need.

As he rounded the corner, he saw you leaning down speaking to an elderly lady who had a small child. She looked tired, her cheeks red from exhaustion and cold, the child looking equally cold in this weather too. They had been selling fruit from what he could see and he stared in fascination as you not only bought their remaining stock but gave them the second meal you bought that day.

"No, no. You always do this. It's not fair, we'll exchange. You give me food for my fruit."

"Auntie, no. You know very well that I don't expect payment for this. Its a gift. Take the food, go home and eat. Use the money for your daughter."

Nearing to you, he bowed quickly before leaning down and handing the child some onigiri. She smiled up at him, all toothy and he felt his heart warm up seeing her munch away at the rice ball. Looking at you, he could see the broad smile on your face as you bantered with the woman, seeing you like this was such a contrast to your usual stoic attitude.

This routine continued for a few weeks, eventually you would help Osamu out with his packing. Carrying some of the lighter packages to hand out to everyone, your conversation becoming more and more in depth the more you spoke to one another. You had more in common than you thought, including your selflessness you both had similar taste in music and movies.

One thing led to another and soon you found yourself dating, Osamu didn't realise how cute you were in real life until you moved in together. He remembered how shocked he was when you bought matching Pikachu onesies to wear and would take lots of selfies with him. His phone was full of cute pictures that he got during the day with little messages and lovey dovey quotes. The apartment was full of couple things like matching slippers and the progression of your relationship through little mementos strewn across the wall.

You would spend any spare time you had at his shop helping him, or trying to as you seemed to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend was. Or you would come behind him and attach yourself in a backhug, Osamu wouldn't be able to get much done with a limpet attached so you compromised on a only doing that when he had a break.

What started as a fascination ended up being one of the biggest surprises of his life and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

#haikyui x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu request #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x y/n #bokuto x y/n #osamu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro hcs #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro

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wrenseyeview · 3 years ago

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I truly don't want to be a doomer. I don't want to be exhausted and full of impotent rage. And I think that state of mind is actually solvable, and in great part due to not having any control or options for action. So, why are so many of the calls to action still exhausting and upsetting?

Going down the line:

Vote! - did that

Volunteer for a political campaign! - did that

Email and call your elected officials! - did that

Donate to relevant groups/funds! - did that

Talk to your family to convince them! - did that, wish I didn't, never ends well

Get informed on the issue! - did that, maybe blissful ignorance would be less depressing? (/j... mostly)

Volunteer for local relevant groups! - pin in that for below

Go to protests! - second pin

Okay. So. Out of that list, I've done most of them and try to continue doing them when able, and this general tidal wave of shit still keeps coming. So how about the last two?

Volunteer has a few issues depending on location. Where I am, I'm an hour drive each way from the little LGBT+ center downtown, and it has kinda limited meetings or offerings. I still want to get involved, but it'll take some planning and a lot of effort to make anything regularly when I'm tired after work, and their events tend to be small group meetings to just chat. The nearest Planned Parenthood, also over an hour away, burned down, so.... the next nearest one is at least 3 hours away. Nearly every community impact type of group I've found through local news and bulletins have been through churches or Republican/conservative clubs. The exceptions are an animal shelter and maybe Habitat for Humanity, though I think that one's also managed by churches here. The most I can have a local impact is probably via the Friends of the Library donations or conservation groups for certain strips of woods. None of which help ensure I get to keep legal rights and access to healthcare.

Protest is... so. I just. Really don't understand how it's effective. There have been protests around here of various things, like a group of maybe 30 people stood in downtown in favor of Ukraine. Okay, I guess? What's our city council gonna do about that?? Do they even care about 30 people with some signs standing outside for a few hours? If it gets to summer 2020 levels maybe, though I actually don't know how much actual action resulted as compared to the harm endured by the protestors (not at all to disparage their efforts or their rage).

Ultimately the entire political landscape feels like job hunting. That complete drudge of putting out effort after effort with no indication of reaction or even receipt, just slowly hitting your head against a brick wall at a steady beat for months on end. It's the same feeling of exhaustion and is this even worth it and what if I just disappeared into the mountains and forsook human society and concepts like money or gender and... yeah, not a great thought cycle. With the extra added bonus of having mostly old white men continually spew diahrettic levels of smug hipocrisy while remaining unfortunately out of nut-kicking range. If he wants to legislate my uturus so badly, I should be allowed to kick Alito in the nuts at least once.

Anyway! Yeah, so it feels like the main issue of doomer-ism around all this comes down to lack of options, lack of control or impact. Which is naturally not helped by these measures being centered around taking away control and options. So what are more options besides those usual ones above that either aren't doing much, or at least not much in immediate view?

Well there's the individual self care kind of level, of doing something small and immediate where you can see the impact and feel those good brain chemicals of having influence on your life. This is the step of stop doomscrolling and go sew something, cook something, color, garden, put out bird seed, feel the results of your will in your hands. Be intimately aware that you are not a passive object in your life.

Okay, so now we're a little more present, a little less a disembodied cartoon cloud of rage and despair, we have hands again. Now we can look past individual present to individual future. What do you personally need to feel insulated at least a little from the danger and uncertainty carried on this tidal wave of shit?

Individually, I can:

Have the locations and approximate budget written down for driving to stay with a friend in a state that protects abortion

Research options and potentially order abortion pills now

Ask my doctor about options for a hysterectomy

Any or all of these may not actually be options, largely depending on cost. Hopefully there's actually more options I'm just not thinking of because that's a short list and there's a lot that's left outside of individual control, but at least having the information is a start. Make plans, know where the fire exits are. If we can establish some level of firmer foundation of individual safety, then we can free up some of that anxiety brain space to think more about community and society options.

So after figuring out my fire exits and a few more laps around the self-care track to maybe eventually get more energy for all this, what are some community-level actions besides that first list? What actions can insulate your community from harm imposed by larger society?

Okay. Let's see.

Keep some money set aside for requests for aid from your specific community (narrowed down to your pride center, religious group, dnd group, something small enough to know the people and feel like you are fostering a community that will also support you in turn, reciprocity rather than charity, and ideally in person)

Make a list of who in your small group can offer what kind of aid (who can drive places, who can babysit, who has medical knowledge, etc.)

Meet with the small group on a regular basis. Foster connections, bring food.

Trade favors, establish the gifting cycle among the group, so no one feels bad having to ask for help. Of course we can pool money to help get you a trip a couple states over, because you helped fix my fence because I watched your kids because you brought soup when I was sick because. Everyone should feel important and like they're not relying on charity if they need help.

So all these ideas come down to what ends up formally as mutual aid, but that often feels a little too expansive and hard to get into as a community rather than charity if you start at the "look up local mutual aid groups" level, hits the same problem as the top list in my experience at least. So this is more of a bottom-up approach of turn your friend group into an informal mutual aid network, aka make friends in real life. Which... is hard, it is, but it's gotta be worth the effort and is really the best starting point, and also good for you.

So after all that, it looks like my steps for getting out of the doom cycle are

Stop doomscrolling

Find my hands again by making stuff

Make some emergency plans to file away

Go find some more in person friends and bring food

As much as I am the kind of person that very happily will stay in my house alone for way longer than the average human being, it's fundamentally necessary to feel the support structure of "there are at least five people within a 30 minute drive of me that would not kill me for a corn chip, and in fact would provably prefer that I not be killed" when it feels like the entire rest of the "doing stuff" arm of society would happily kill you. You spitting at the government isn't going to have any impact you can see, but if you make your friend a scarf, he has a scarf now, and he might be the friend that keeps a stocked medicine cabinet.

#long post #current events #mutual aid #personal?#idk what to do at this point #but there has to be an option besides just stewing and wanting to beat a supreme court justice with my steering wheel #donating to abortion access funds is good but doesn't solve the individual safety step #ordering abortion pills is fine but what if I'm overweight and abortion is still banned once they expire #I had to vote in a republican primary for local elections because no democrats ran at all #so we are well away from just vote around here #everything feels pointless which means it's time to go back to basics

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delimeful · 4 years ago

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the end of being alone (2)

donation drive commission for @bumblebeekitten for the next chapter of TEOBA, with the prompt: patton & virgil fluff! hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

chapter 1

warnings: miscommunication, false impression of a very bad situation for like .5 seconds, recklessness, sometimes you just gotta have a good cry

The next sunrise, they set out again, this time with considerably less weaponry and considerably more snacks. Roman held point again, since he was the one with the most practical experience in tracking.

There had been a somewhat tedious argument on whether or not Patton should come, one that Roman had thoroughly lost, since it was Patton’s quick thinking and emotional attunement that kept the previous cycle’s encounter from descending into disaster.

He had acquiesced in the end under the combined force of Logan’s reasoning and Patton’s disappointed look, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. After catching barely a wink of sleep between restless nightmares, he was feeling more grumpy than generous.

Still, his own irritation faded as they grew closer to the rocky cliffs where he suspected the Human was, shifting into an intense concentration on the task ahead. It was a miracle that their initial encounter hadn’t gone sour, a miracle that this Human seemed young enough to be somewhat nonaggressive, and while he hoped that whatever they had said to scare the young kit off hadn’t irreparably damaged their budding acquaintanceship, he wasn’t counting on it.

He had his underarmor on for a reason.

The other two didn’t quite share his concerns. Logan’s arms had been in an excited, information-gathering flurry practically non-stop since they set out, and he and Patton had been discussing the plants and insects in the nearby forest that were relatively non toxic to them (and so would probably be no issue for a Human), and how many nutrients they would provide. None of them knew how much or what a Human needed to eat, but Patton seemed firmly of the opinion that whatever the kid was eating, it wasn’t enough.

“Fledgelings need plenty of food and the proper nutrients to grow up healthy! A lone child in the middle of one forest can’t possibly have all the variety they need in their diet,” the Ampen insisted, feathers fluffing up at the mere idea of a kid going hungry.

“Another important factor to note is the planet itself is not the child’s home, and so may not have the necessary nutrients available at all, let alone in one localized area,” Logan added.

“You two have enough variety in those packs to weigh down a mountain,” Roman interjected, “so how about we focus on not scaring the kid off before we even reach them. Human senses are ludicrously strong, enough so that they’ll hear you two yakking a parsec away.”

They agreed to be stealthier, and just in time, because Roman was pretty sure he’d found a more solid trail than the ghost-like faded prints that seemed all to trek over the place. He gestured in Crav’n sign for the two of them to stay put and stay quiet, and then followed the fresh tracks until they came to the mouth of a small cave amongst the crevices and steep drops of the pale cliffs.

He slowly stalked into the cave, keeping his movements light and quiet even as the light grew dimmer and his vision more restricted. Before it could grow too dim, however, his gaze caught on round, un-rock-like silhouettes.

It took a moment to identify the shapes as small, limp Humlilts, all piled up around the larger Human. He nearly physically recoiled at the sight. So, this was why the small creatures had gone missing: slaughtered en masse at the hand of a Deathworlder. Not for food nor shelter, not in defense of itself or others, just for the sake of the callous cruelty and disregard for life that Humans were apparently born with.

Humlilts were small, but Patton was scarcely bigger. Once the Human got tired of playing at mimicry, would it try to add the Ampen to the hoard of bodies?

He wasn’t going to lose another family.

Almost against his will, a low, near-subsonic growl rumbled out of his throat. He took one advancing step forward, and then…

And then, a tiny head poked up from the pile, small dark eyes staring at him over a long snout.

Roman nearly tripped over his own feet, astonished. There was still a living Humlilt in there?

Before he could even finish his thought, another head appeared, and then another, until there was a sea of fluffy faces and huge ears all pointed in his direction. The undersized ungulates were fine, each and every one of them. They had simply been sleeping, all cozied up with one of the most dangerous species in the universe.

Roman felt a strange and overwhelming mixture of relief and shame, his scales flattening down guiltily. It was too late, though, the movement had already rippled through the group until it reached the Human. Their creepy mask was absent in rest, and they pawed at their eyes sleepily as they sat up to see what all the commotion was about. There was a red mark on one of their cheeks from where it had pressed against the cave floor.

The moment they saw who stood at the entrance of their little nook, all the color drained from their face. The Humlilts shifted uneasily, and Roman found himself bracing to have thirty miniscule sets of horns charging at him. They couldn’t really hurt him, but they were persistent little things, and Patton and Logan would not be happy if a bunch of Humlillts tried to drive them away from the Human before they’d even properly spoken.

Instead of siccing the plethora of tiny mammals on him, though, the kid whistled a few notes in a perfect echo of the Humlilts all-clear call, settling them down. They carefully detangled themself from the pile, trailing a few stray twigs and leaves behind them in the process. Roman wondered absently how long they’d been building the collection of plant matter that covered them.

A few parting trills later, the kid was in front of him, holding their bony shoulders firm but unable to conceal the tremor in their legs. They raised their chin up in what looked like a friendly Crav’n greeting, but attitude-wise seemed more along the lines of a challenging stance.

“No hurt,” they said firmly before Roman could say a word. “No hurt small--,” a few words in their own language here, “--small good. No hurt. No hurt. Yes?”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Roman tried to reassure them, “I swore, remember?”

The kid stomped their foot once in… some kind of emphasis. “No hurt,” they started again with deliberate slowness, and then ended with the Humlilt whistle-greeting. Many of the Humlilts whistled back from where they were still observing the two of them. The small cavern echoed with the sound eerily.

“You don’t want me to hurt the Humlilts? The small creatures?” Roman asked, gesturing to the pile of fluff and hooves, and was rewarded with the kid seeming satisfied.

“Yes. Small good. Good good small. No hurt.”

Roman extended his hand palm up for another oath. “I vow not to harm your small good friends,” he intoned solemnly. The kid patted his hand twice, bobbing their own head in a curious motion. Roman could only imagine the sort of notes Logan would be taking.

Oh, right. He’d left the others in the bushes.

“I brought my friends, too,” he informed the kid, who blinked up at him. “Logan and Patton, remember them? Little critter?”

He said the last words in the chirps of the Ampen language, only a little strained by his accent, and the kid visibly brightened. “Little critter!”

“Wait right here, and I’ll get them,” Roman instructed, lowering a flat hand to convey wait. The kid probably didn’t really grasp it, but seemed content enough to stay put, shifting from one foot to the other.

It took no time at all to find Patton and Logan, who had progressively edged closer to the cliff face as he’d taken his sweet time in there.

“Okay, so,” he started, “I know where all the missing Humlilts went.”

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Virgil shuffled his feet slightly, feeling the cool stone under his toes.

He should probably leave now, because even if the fluffy chirp alien really was there, they knew or at least suspected he was a human, and aliens hated humans. All of them, even the ones that looked soft like birds or cool like dinosaurs.

A soft, velvety nose poked up against his hand, and he squatted to gently pat the strange little singing puppy-antelope that had parted from the group to check on him. He couldn’t help but smile a little bit as it bumped its snout against his knee, sounding like a windchime.

Okay. Maybe not all aliens.

He looked up at the clitter-clatter of talons on rock, and then the fluffy chirping alien really did careen into view, feathers all puffed up like that very angry owl that had roosted outside his window for three whole hours one time. The other two bigger aliens came in only moments later.

Virgil couldn’t help but shrink back slightly from where he was still crouched, because aliens were weird and sometimes they did weird things that he didn’t really… get. Typically, this would be right before they started getting really mad or shaky, and screaming at him.

Before Fluff-Chirp could get any closer, though, the puppy-antelope had charged between them, planting its little legs and lowering its head so that the little horns were pointed out in warning. Virgil went still, eyes darting between Fluff-Chirp and the little creature, who he was pretty sure was the one with the white spot on its forehead, the one he’d named Susan after his nice neighbor.

The cool dinosaur alien had promised not to hurt them (he was pretty sure), but would it count if the puppy-antelopes attacked them first?

Fluff-Chirp stepped forward a little bit, and Susan let out a shrill cry like someone blowing really hard on a flute. Virgil clapped his hands over his ears as he attempted to whistle the calm-down sound, but Susan would not be budged, even as the other two aliens got all tense and twitchy.

In front of it, Fluff-Chirp stopped advancing, and instead plopped down on the ground with a soft thump. They ruffled in their bag, and Virgil was struck with the fear that they would pull out a space blaster gun to shoot Susan for trying to protect him. Hurriedly, he crawled forwards and threw his arms around the puppy-antelope (puppylope?) and hugged it close to shield it from any laser gun beams, his eyes squeezing shut.

There was a grunt-grumble from the cool dinosaur, and the click-click-click of the bunches of arms of the blue one moving around, but all he heard from Fluff-Chirp was shuffling, and then—

“Hello good morning,” the fluffy alien said. Or at least, that was what Virgil thought the birdsong-like words meant.

Fluff-Chirp always said it when waking up in their little camp, and Virgil had said it back, because that was just basic manners, especially when someone gives you stuff. Fluff-Chirp had given him a bunch of sweet sliced up fruit, kind of with the feeling of mangoes and the taste of strawberries. It had reminded him of home.

It… kind of smelled like Fluff-Chirp’s fruit now, actually.

—

Patton watched hopefully as the kid slowly opened one eye to peek over at them.

He hadn’t meant to scare the poor little guy by rushing in, he’d just been absolutely delighted to hear that not only would he get to see some Humlilts after all, but also that the kid seemed to have some company after all.

Some very loyal company, if the one threat-displaying at him was any indication. Patton was careful not to engage, particularly since further back in the cave, he could see a whole assembly of tiny, reflective eyes. Roman would probably just hold him up in the air if there was any real danger, but it was the principle of the matter. He didn’t want to upset the little guys!

Or the kid, who had finally spotted the dishes of fruit Patton had set out.

“You wanna come eat with me, little critter?” Patton offered, patting the ground near him.

“Little critter…,” the Human murmured. Their face was much more expressive now that it wasn’t mostly concealed by wood, and the kid looked painfully young. Probably no more than seven or eight sun cycles. Patton’s hearts twanged in sympathy.

Slowly, like they were waiting for the rug to be yanked out from under their feet, the kid scooted forward enough that they could grab a few pieces of the dana fruit, setting one down in front of the Humlilt to distract it. Patton eye-crinkled encouragingly, and took a piece of his own to nibble on.

“Do you remember me? I’m Patton. Patton,” he emphasized, ‘pat’-ing his own chest in example.

The kid paused mid-bite, and then swiped their wrist over their mouth before mumbling, “Patton,” back. Patton glowed with happiness.

“And that’s Logan,” he said, bolstered by one apparent success. Logan obligingly stepped forwards and gestured to himself.

“I am Logan,” he enunciated clearly.

The kid, who had stopped eating to focus wholeheartedly on this new task, scrunched his brow up. “I am Logan?”

“No, not quite,” Logan corrected gently. “Logan. I am Logan.” He cast a meaningful look to Patton.

“And I am Patton!” he added cheerfully, gesturing between the two of them. “Logan! Patton!”

“Logan,” the kid mimicked, looking at the Ulgorii and then the Ampen, “Patton.”

“You got it! Good job!” Patton noticed that the kid was very careful to keep their hands in their lap, and wondered if Humans were normally this withdrawn, or if exposure to other aliens had caused this reticence.

“Good job?” the kid echoed, wide eyed. They looked to Roman curiously, though only for a moment before dropping their gaze.

“I am Roman,” Roman surprised them both by beating them to the introductory punch.

“... Roman?” the kid offered, and got a chorus of nonsense praise for their effort. They bared their little teeth and clapped their hands together, and it took the three of them an alarmed pause and exchange of glances to realize that they weren’t, in fact, being threatened by a youngling.

“Joy? Or perhaps, contentment?” Logan was mumbling to himself. “The skin around the child’s eyes folds much like an Ampen expression of happiness, so…”

“It would make more sense to be happy after receiving praise, right?” replied Roman, who had gotten a bit bristly from nerves for a moment. Patton resisted the urge to elbow the both of them into not saying long, confusing sentences. Luckily, the kid seemed too occupied with their own thoughts to notice.

“Patton, Logan, Roman,” they recited, looking at each of them in turn. Then, very carefully, they reached up and patted their own chest. “Virgil. I am Virgil?”

There was a brief moment of stunned silence, and then Patton trilled in delight, clapping his hands in an echo of the Human’s gesture, in hopes that it would convey his own happiness and pride in the kid’s quick learning. The kid jumped, but then did that teeth-bearing smile again.

“Virgil!” he tested out, not quite getting the Human tones right, but that was okay because he could practice! “Virgil Virgil Virgil! Yes! That’s you!”

“I am Virgil!” the Human was practically bouncing in place as they matched Patton’s energy, and Patton couldn’t help but dart forward and try to bump his head to the Human’s affectionately.

Roman hissed something exceedingly panicked, but Patton was already using one of the Human’s bent legs to reach, and then he was brushing his antenna to the kid-- to Virgil’s forehead, and then the Human was lifting their arms slowly and curling them around him, and okay now Patton was a little bit concerned, but.

But, all Virgil did was lean into him slightly, arms bracing but not suffocating, and sniffle once, like they were holding back tears. Any resolve Patton had to not give his teammates stress ulcers faded away like dust in the wind, and he leaned in carefully and wrapped his arms around as much as he could reach of the kid’s shoulders and neck, which Roman would tell him was stupid dangerous because necks were weak points on Humans and they would absolutely react defensively--

Virgil promptly burst into tears, their chin coming to hook over Patton’s shoulder as a stuttering little wail worked its way out of their system. Patton made soothing nonsense croons and sung Ampen lullabies as the kid shuddered their way through a good cry, and tried not to feel too alarmed that unlike Ampens, Humans apparently leaked emotions while they cried.

Once Virgil had more or less settled down, they seemed completely wiped from the outpour of emotion, eyes drooping, body tilting to one side. For the first time since they’d arrived, the kid looked too wiped out to be nervous. Sure enough, only a few moments later, they shifted to curl up on their side, falling asleep on the cold stone easily.

Patton looked up at his teammates from where he was sitting in the center of the curled c-shape of the kid’s body, and offered them a sheepish shrug. “Well. Now we know that Humans can experience touch hunger?”

#sanders sides #ts patton #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #the end of being alone #teoba #donation drive #commissioned works #wibar #wibar au kid virgil #bumblebeekitten #space au #writing #my writing #i genuinely feel so soft writing this au #let virgil have hugs 2020

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