#it is taking all of their willpower not to say it

[moody-alcoholic]

This Is Going To Hurt

Part 2 - There's Pleasure In Pain

Summary: Poly141 x reader, established relationship, medic reader, kidnapped reader, mini fic.

CW: Dead dove don’t eat, mentions of torture, suicidal thoughts, childbirth, blood, medical stuff, medical inaccuracies.

AN: Yes I know about the show 'this is going to hurt' I haven't seen it but from what I do know it's good so check it out. Also as an aspiring midwife this was so fun to write.

Part 1

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You don't know how long it’s been. 

Hours? A day? 

More people have questioned you, with new questions.

‘Where was the convoy heading?’

‘Who give you the intel.’

‘What are the Americans up to?’

Some of the questions you don’t even know the answers to. Makes it all the more easier to ignore them. It feels relentless, like it’s never going to stop. Death would be easier. 

You remember one of the first things you were told in training, a dead medic is no use to anyone. You remember once during a training exercise you ignored Price’s order to fall back, instead you ran into the field to pull someone out. 

It was the angriest you’d seen Price get. He screamed at you in front of everyone, chewed you out with the entire platoon watching. That was the night he told you he loved you, they all did. You’d never seen them get so emotional before, especially over a training exercise. 

‘You’re not allowed to put yourself in danger like we do. You need to keep us alive, and we’ll keep you alive.’ You remember John saying that, the way he apologised for screaming at you even though he was in the right. The sex that night was amazing. 

It makes you smile thinking about them. You’ve been thinking about them alot when you’re not being tortured. You have to assume they’re not coming for you, that's what you were taught. If you’re ever captured; don’t talk, don’t trade, don’t let them break you. Not that you have a choice over the last part, it’s all a test of willpower. 

You wonder how long it will be before they break you. You can handle the waterboarding to some extent, these people are evil though, terrorists, the worst of the worst. They don’t care about human rights, they’re not answering to any UN or even their own countries' laws. These people could do whatever they wanted to you and there is nothing you can do.

You secretly hope they’re coming for you, you’d like to imagine Simon and John tearing up buildings to find you, breaking the rules and hunting down every last person who laid a finger on you. They’re soldiers though, they have orders to follow, other people’s lives are at stake not just yours. 

You’re a liability now. They have no way of knowing what’s happening to you, if you’ve talked or where you are. You hope they know deep down you’ll keep your mouth shut. You’ll keep them safe, even if it is from a distance. 

The door to your room opens and you stand. A man walks in and grips your arm tight. You’ve stopped struggling, there’s no point. He walks you past the room you’re usually taken to, it makes your stomach drop. Somethings wrong, something’s changed. Maybe this is it and they’re going to kill you. 

You hear a woman scream, you dig your heels into the ground. The man says something in Arabic then continues to drag you along. This is bad, there is no way this ends well. You can still hear the woman screaming. Maybe they have someone else they’re torturing. He stops you outside a door and knocks. 

A few seconds later it opens. A man is standing there, he looks young, even with the beard, he’s the only person you’ve seen without his face covered. You hear a woman groan, he moves to the side and you see a woman bent over a table with another woman rubbing her back. 

You’re still taking in the scene when the man in front of you says something then pulls you into the room. The door is closed behind you, you look at him confused. 

“Do you know how to deliver a baby?” He asks, you recognise the accent. He’s the person who patched up your arm. 

“Do I look like I know how to deliver a baby?” 

“No, but you’re a woman and a medic.” He says “She’s Khaled's wife. If this baby dies he’ll kill me.” 

“Great, he's not going to like it if I kill her.” You scoff. This can’t be happening. 

“You’re dead anyway.” He says, it’s like a knife to the heart. Now you want to help even less. The other woman rubbing her back asks something in Arabic. 

“She’s been in labor for 13 hours, I think something is wrong, she’s not progressing.” The man asks. 

“Then take her to a hospital. I don’t know how to do this, I don’t even know where to start.” You say holding your hands up. The woman screams again and it makes your head ring. You look round the room, there’s a bed and some basic supplies but not much. 

The man goes over to a book he has laid out on the bed and brings it over. To your surprise it’s in english. 

“This is all I have, I’ve done everything so far.” You scan over the book and turn the page, you see diagrams of anatomy and pictures of a vaginal birth. You try to think of anything you know that could help. You’ve seen documentaries, you’ve learnt some things, you close your eyes for a second pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Okay. Get her on the bed.” You say looking over at her. The man orders the women around, as she moves you see supplies on the table. You go over looking for gloves.

“Do you have anything sterile?” You ask, turning to look at him. He shakes his head.

“My bag, you must have taken it when you kidnapped me. It has sterile supplies in it.”

“We’ve used it already.” He says.

“All of it?” You ask shocked. There were enough supplies in there to last at least a week. 

“We needed the supplies.” He says. You sigh pulling on some gloves. What you have will just need to do. You go over to the bed and he follows, the woman's laid back hair is stuck to her face as her friend grips her hand and whispers at her in arabic. 

You let the adrenaline calm you, you ground yourself before you sit on the end of the bad. She looks down at you and grits her teeth through the contraction. Shit, you should be counting them right the time between them. You don’t have a watch you start counting in your head. 

“Do you know how far apart the contractions are?” You ask. He asks the woman who replies. 

“2 minutes sometimes 5 minutes.” He says. That’s good right? Means she might be ready to push soon.

“Has she had a baby before?” You ask. 

“This is her 6th.” 

“6th?” You turn back to look at him. You’re not sure what to do with that info though, Does that make her more or less of a high risk. At least she probably knows what to do by now, she probably knows more than you. 

“Can you ask her to pull her legs up. I need to check internally.” He talks and she nods, her friend helping her get comfortable - well as comfortable as she can be. You’re not sure you’ll be able to tell how dilated she is, it’s more to check if everything feels right. Although, you’re not sure what the vagina of a woman in labor is supposed to feel like. 

You smile at her, you have to be confident, she needs to have faith in you. You’re trying to be as gentle as you can, you doubt she’s had any pain relief. You don’t envy her right now, going through labor for 13 hours like this, in this heat, you do feel sorry for her. 

“I can feel the head.” You say, it gives you a boost of confidence. “Can you ask her if she’s had any urges to push?” 

You look over at her as she nods. You pull your hand out, you look down at blood on your fingers, your stomach sinks. 

“Is that bad?” The man asks looking over.

“I don’t think it’s fresh. It could be normal, she is pushing a baby out.” You say taking the gloves off. You walk over to the table to grab a towel and he joins you.

“What should we be worried about?” He asks in a low voice even though you don’t think the women can speak English. We, there's no we, it makes a lump form in your throat.

“Hemorrhage. I’m assuming you don’t have blood.” You say, he shakes his head. So that's a death sentence. 

“The cord could wrap around the baby's neck.” He says. That could be happening right now and you have no way of knowing. You turn back to look at her. There’s no way to monitor the baby right now, you have no idea if it’s in distress and that could be why the labor is taking so long. 

“If she’s having urges to push, maybe she could try?” You say. 

“What if that makes things worse?” 

“I don’t know you’re not exactly set up for a cesarean.” You say. He sighs, you can tell he’s nervous. You should be nervous but you think the surge of adrenaline is keeping you going. Besides, what's the worst that could happen to you? They kill you? They’re probably planning on that anyway. 

There’s a knock at the door and the man goes over to answer it. You watch him out of the corner of your eye hearing him talk. You look back down at the tools. You pick up another pair of gloves and a towel and go back over to the bed. 

You lay the towel out and pull the gloves on as the door closes and he comes back over to you.

“Have you ever done CPR on a baby before?” You ask him. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.

“Only in practice.” You turn looking up at him confused. “I’m a doctor, well I was training to be one.” 

“You should be doing this, not me.” You scoff shaking your head

“I wanted to be a neurologist.” He says, you sigh, you don’t care, you’re mad he didn’t tell you. 

“Do you have something to clamp the cord with?” You ask looking over at him, he goes over to the table and comes back with an actual clamp. You take it from him and place it on the bed. The woman groans again and you look over at her.  

“Tell her we’re going to try pushing, after the next contraction.” You say getting yourself comfortable and moving her legs so they’re apart. You feel awkward all of a sudden, this is definitely not something you thought you would ever be doing, especially not here of all places, as a fucking hostage. 

You look down-holyfuckingshit. There’s the head. 

“Push, push, tell her to push.” You call as you move your body to get your hands into position. You’re not really sure what you're going to do. Support the head right? Don’t let it fall out of your hands. You’re shaking as she pushes and the head comes out. You see eyes, a nose and mouth. 

The lips are slightly blue, it makes you hold your breath. 

“Tell her keep going, she’s doing great.” You say. You need her to keep going, you need to get this baby out. As soon as the shoulders are through the rest is easy, it just flops out. You look up at her and smile as you reach over for the clamp. 

“I need another clamp.” You say, you place the baby on a towel. 

Why is it not crying? It should be crying. 

You wipe its face, nose and eyes. Cry dammit, you’ve never wanted to hear a baby cry more than anything. 

“Here.” He says handing you another clamp. You turn the baby on its side and start rubbing his back. You’ve seen people do this on TV before. 

“Come on, come on baby.” You mumble. When it cries you almost start too. You roll it on its back as its crying rings in your ears. You take the clamp out his hand. He has the scissors too, you nod at him. 

The woman is shuffling on the bed, she’s asking something. “She wants to know the sex.” the man asks. 

“B-boy. It’s a boy.” The words catch in your throat the adrenaline is wearing off now, you swallow hard you need to keep it together. Your hands shake as you cut the cord. The other woman has moved over to you holding her hands out. You nod, wrapping the baby and handing it to her.

You hear a knock on the door and the doctor leaves you. Or you guess he’s not really a doctor. You look back down between her legs. You’re not sure what to do now, you’ll have to wait for the after birth right? 

She’s not bleeding out though, that’s a good thing. You’re taking your gloves off looking over at the woman stroking her baby's head. You let yourself smile, holy shit you just delivered a baby. Johnny would love to hear about that. Your smile fades as you remember where you are. 

“They want to take you back.” The doctor says as he comes over to you. You nod looking at the person standing at the door. As you get up the woman calls out for you saying something in Arabic. You look over at the doctor. 

“She says thank you. And she hopes you have a safe journey home.” He looks away from you. You turn and smile at her nodding your head. 

“Congratulations.” You say and go over to the door. 

“Oh by the way.” You say turning back to him. “The placenta, when it comes, make sure it’s complete.” 

“How will I know if it’s complete?” He asks. 

“Maybe there’ll be something in the book.” You say shrugging. He nods as the man in the door reaches out, gripping your arm and pulling you out. 

___

The door to your cell opens. You watch as the doctor comes in carrying a plate of food and a bottle of water. Suddenly your stomach grumbles and your lips smack together as you realise how dry your mouth is. 

He sets them down on the slab of concrete you think is supposed to be a bed. You look over on the plate, there’s flatbread and what looks like hummus. You don’t care what it is, you’re so hungry you’ll eat anything. 

You look back over at him, if you eat you’re breaking down your defences, gathering your strength just so they can torture you more. You are so hungry though, the weaker you get the more likely you are to give up intel you know you shouldn’t. 

“It’s not poisoned or anything.” He says you look over at him, you hadn't even thought about that. 

“How’s the baby?” 

“Good, they’re both good.” He says leaning against the door. 

“Where did you study?” You ask. 

“America, Princeton university.” He says. 

“Fuck me, and you chose to come here?” You scoff. He doesn’t reply, pressing his lips together. 

“You should eat, you might not get another chance. They won’t leave the plate in here.” He says nodding at the food.

“What? I deliver your leader's son and I get some hummus?” You spit at him, you want the food less now. 

“Better than letting you starve.” He says. Starvation would be a pretty horrible way to die. You shuffle over to the plate, opening the water bottle first and trying not to drink it down so fast. You can’t help it though, you don’t even care that it’s warm, it feels like you haven’t had a drink in weeks. 

When you’re done you put it back down letting out  breath. You pick up one of the flatbreads and pull some off dipping it into the hummus. 

“Why’d you leave America?” You ask. 

“I couldn’t stand it. I thought it was the way to a better life. Then I saw all the abominations, I had to leave.” He says, you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Why are you here fighting in a war that isn’t yours to fight?” He asks, theres hostility in his voice. 

“You keep blowing shit up in our country.” You say as you dip more bread. 

“You’re special forces or something aren’t you?” It makes you stop chewing, you look up at him. 

“I’m a medic.” You say.

“No ones ever lasted through torture the way you do. Most of them give up after a few hours, or a day.” He says. So it’s been longer than a day, you don’t know if you should be glad or not. It’s been over 24 hours and they still haven't come. 

You look down at the food, suddenly it’s sitting heavy in your stomach. You remember the feeling of ingesting all the water and the feeling of it coming back out when your stomach’s full. You put the bread down and push the plate away. 

“My name is Sayyid.” He says bending down to pick up the plate. 

"I'm not going to tell you my name." You say. He nods pressing his lips together.

"Good luck" He says, nodding and leaving the room. You don't need luck, you need to get the hell out of here.

___

The car ride went in silence. No witty remarks from Johnny. There’s no filling the deafening silence, the only noise is coming from the engine and the wheels turning on the dirt roads. 

48 hours that's how much time Lawell could realistically buy them, if Shepherd was going to send shadows after them they have to move quick. Ghost pulls the car up to the building. 

This is the closest they can get to the next town without being spotted, there's an al-qatala base there. That’s where they’ll get intel, that's where they’ll find out where you are. It’s too late now though, the journey to get here was long. 

“Gaz, Soap clear the place, we’ll wait here.” Price says as Ghost turns the engine off. There’s no reply, just the sound of doors opening and closing. Price watches them walk round the car and over to the front door. The building will be empty, as soon as they’ve confirmed that though, they can hide the car. 

“I shouldn't have put her at the back.” Price says as he watches Gaz and Soap enter the building. 

“It was the right call.” Ghost replies. Price sighs, yeah it was, he didn’t expect things to go so wrong though. Ghost's hand lands on his thigh, he looks over at him. He can see the softness in his eyes. 

“We’ll get her back, John.” 

“I know, I just hope we’re not too late.” 

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[jasmineandcedar]

Stepping away

I have written and rewritten this so many times it now turned into a full-blown incoherent ranting essay but I don’t really care anymore. I am trying to remain my usual level-headed self but I will allow myself one rant before I’m out. (Proceed with caution—I will be mentioning the pliant bones pile of shit below)

Until recently, I hadn’t fully grasped how vile some parts of this fandom can be. Blocking and filtering kept things tolerable for a while, but the closer we get to the announcement, the harder it becomes to escape the vitriol.

This has been my first fandom experience. I enjoyed ACOTAR offline for six years. It was a peaceful, enjoyable part of my life. Nothing about my love for the series has changed. The only thing that’s changed is that I no longer want to be part of this fandom.

With the resurfacing of the ‘pliant bones’ garbage, the past few days have been the straw that broke the camel’s back for me. And that camel had been struggling. Holding itself together through sheer willpower. I’m surprised it lasted this long.

Every time this argument resurfaces, it spreads in ways that make it impossible to avoid. It has become one of those cyclical shipwar debates, and ‘women with fertility issues’ are caught in the midst of it. Women who do exist and deserve better than this discourse. It is, in fact, more common than some might think to either struggle with fertility or not be able to have children at all.

I joined this fandom excited about Elriel. I never thought that excitement would turn into being constantly reminded of one of my life’s biggest pains. I never thought I’d have to filter the words ‘womb,’ ‘children,’ ‘pelvis,’ just to be part of the ACOTAR fandom. Because I could never have imagined a scenario where a couple that want each other being separated due to perceived fertility issues would be considered part of the basis of romance between another pair.

It’s the foundation of tragedy.

This is not a story SJM is writing. She is not writing a ‘love story’ where two people who she has written to want each other are kept apart because they can’t have biological children. She is not writing a 'love story' where the guy who taught our favourite High Lord about the value of found family leaves the female he loves because she ‘cannot bear his children’ and goes after another female because she has 'pliant bones' (excuse me while I throw up at the romantic prospects of that story). The very idea is absurd. Unhinged. The reasoning behind the ‘pliant bones’ comment is literally in the next sentence. Anyone interpreting it as the foundation for romance is either wildly misreading SJM or clinging to confirmation bias so hard they have turned into a very uncompassionate human being. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that. But characters can be shipped together without resorting to this.

Even if one does not struggle with this oneself, it should be possible to imagine the pain of not being able to have children with the one you love. But people throw this argument around like they’re discussing the weather. Over a fictional ship! For some people, this is not just a hypothetical. It isn’t just an abstract concept. It isn't a dainty little literary device. It is a reality, and it is damn hard pill to swallow. In many cultures, the ability to have children is considered the very essence of womanhood, making the inability to do so an existentially painful reality to come to terms with.

And yet, this fandom… It neither starts nor ends with the ‘pliant bones’ garbage. At this point, I don’t think anyone can deny that this space is saturated with misogyny. I don’t know how a fairytale-esque, female-led romantasy series generated a fandom like this, but it’s exhausting to witness. The way this fandom treats female characters versus male ones says everything you need to know. Take two seconds and consider the framing of the ‘pliant bones’ garbage. You’ll quickly notice it centres the male and portrays a (for all we know) fully functional female body as practically dysfunctional (because Elain is portrayed as the one unable to bear children, practically infertile, between her and Azriel). And it frames two females’ value in a love story as being tied to their wombs. One of them who has yet to express if she even desires a romantic relationship, and if she desires one with a male. All hail THE MALE! Who is the centre of the universe to these people.

The characters aren’t real but somehow I feel like they deserve better.

SJM deserves better.

But more than that, the readers deserve better.

I’m leaving. I don’t know if I’ll come back. Maybe if the hostilities die down, I will. I wanted to have fun alongside others who love Elriel and the other characters. I wanted to anticipate Elain’s book together. And I have had fun, but at a cost I’m no longer willing to pay.

To those who stay and continue creating—writing fics, poetry, theories, headcanons, and doing art—you’re the ones actually fighting the good fight, trying to make this space fun. Those who ride at dawn for the fics and the art. I tried to do the same. Five months was all I could manage. Now, I surrender. I’m no Elain. I’m not a rose in a mud field. I’m a miserable twig drowning in the dirt, who just wanted some goddamn memes and joy in life.

So, I’m going back to my peaceful offline existence. Enjoying my ACOTAR memes and inside jokes with my fiancé.

I’m going back to peace and quiet.

(Sorry for ranting)

[le-monchou]

Hello! For your Valentine’s Day prompt could you do the “I told myself I wouldn’t get flustered, yet here we are” prompt for Jamil viper please? Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night :) (please feel free to ignore if I requested it wrong or something)

against everything

it was a simple idea- thank them for their help the past few days. deliver the gift, make some small talk, then make an excuse, and leave. and yet, here he was- standing stiffy as they examined the bracelet with wide eyes, turning it over in their hands with an easy, lopsided smile.

"this is really pretty, jamil. did you pick it out yourself?" they murmur, slipping it onto their wrist as jamil scoffs and crosses his arms, resisting the urge to mess with his hood. "who else would have?" he asks back as they hum.

"that's true. but it is odd that you'd go out of your way like this. and you're avoiding eye contact." they continue to murmur, and jamil flinces at their soft hand cupping his cheek.

"it wasn't a big deal."

"then look at me. look at me when you say that, hmm?" caught. his fingers twitched, and jamil willed himself to meet their gaze, and the amused look in their eyes makes his stomach do something deeply annoying.

"i told myself i wouldn't get flustered," he murmurs back as they chuckle lightly. "and yet, here we are." jamil clears his throat as the warmth of their palm leaves his cheek, and it takes more willpower than he can afford to not chase after them.

"guess that makes me special, hmm?" they grinned, leaning in close to watch him fluster and jamil scoffs, flicking their forehead.

"it makes you a menace." but despite all his grumbling, he doesn't tell them to take it off.

hi anon! im so sorry this is so late, i hope you like it! and dw there's rarely a wrong way to request <3 || 258 words

[holywizardheart]

How people perceive you?

This reading is for entertainment purposes so don't take it too seriously. Try to concentrate on yourself and pick intuitively one of these gifs. Hope yall enjoy my short tarot reading ;)

1 Pile

People can perceive you as intimidating and scary in some way. They can have chilling thoughts about you that may make them anxious and afraid to form personal connections. I can see that some of them can overthink and see you through the lengths of rose-colored glasses. Others can just view you as a threat or someone really hard to get along with on friendly terms. Moreover, people can keep their distance from you due to their inner doubts and fears that can be present in their minds. Also, I can point out that people can make a deep analysis or calculations of your personality before introducing themselves to you. For some of you, people may try to avoid your presence because they feel unsafe around you.

2 Pile

I can clearly say that people can show their curiosity and interest towards you. Maybe make some grand gestures or take action to get to know you as a person. It can also play off as something that you weren’t even expecting at all like people randomly trying to talk to you or have some little chat out of a sudden. Some of them can perceive you as someone unpredictable and extraordinary like “try to guess what am I gonna do next”. People can feel confused about your image like you can act differently on various occasions. Maybe they may have a hard time finding out information about you because they usually contradict each other.

3 Pile

From this card, I can tell that people can perceive you as someone who is goal-oriented and has a lot of courage and passion. Someone who comes across as extremely motivated and takes a lot of steps to achieve their goals. However, people may also view you as stubborn and fixed in their principles that can’t be changed. My way or the highway type of mindset I’m noticing from this card. I can also note that you don’t give up on your aims easily and try your best to accomplish them even though you face a lot of obstacles and challenges in your journey. People can definitely highlight your determination and high willpower in your personality. On the other hand maybe for some of you, it can play out as being strongly attached to the past or hard time letting go of past experiences.

4 Pile

I don’t know why but people can perceive you as someone greedy and stingy with their material resources. People can notice your interest in the material world and high concentration on the money aspect of life. It sort of sounds like you’re the material girl in people’s eyes. People may think that you have ulterior motives that you’re trying to conceal for some reason. You tend to hide a lot about your goals and generally about your personal life. I guess you don’t like to reveal about yourself at all. Plus I can also mention a deep attachment to things that you personally value and it can be hard to let them go. Maybe it’s because you really appreciate stability and security in your life.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

omggg yessss more jealous alien art plssss🤸‍♂️🗣️💳💥💳🙂‍↕️🙌 alien art who does anything in his willpower to keep you interested i him (he doesn't need to obv but his a dummy) throwing himself at you so you can explore sex more, kissing and touching and stuff (him wanting for you to use the strap again yum) silly little blondie

NSFW 18+ mentions of free use, maybe dub con

YES, his high libido was honestly getting to you, feeling absolutely exhausted whenever he asked for more rounds of sex, whether he was trying to please you or vice versa.

"I can't" you'd plead whenever he'd come up and pull you into his room sitting you on his bed trying to tug your shirt off "can we take a break a few days."

"but I miss you" he pants kissing the column of your neck as you throw your head back "you miss me too right?" he whines nipping your skin cupping your tits over your shirt

you couldn't saying no to his puppy dog eyes not when he's pathetically on his knees slowly pulling down your pants spreading your legs apart nudging his face between your clothed pussy licking a stripe against your underwear wet with your arousal. Acting all innocent when he knows you'd always say yes.

Also is ass out ready for you to fuck him with the strap you know what he wants cause he leaves the bottle of lube and your strap set on your bed, of course he's back arched ready for you.

and no amount of kisses and fucking can satiate his desires you'd honestly turn into his free use toy letting him bend you over the couch or forcing you to sit on his dick in the mornings or slips inside your bed seething himself inside you just to calm him down is a tease about it though keeps sliding his dick through your slick cock working himself up just to stuff himself in you last minute cum in your pussy (think I spoke about this before). It's his favorite little routine.

it got 10 times worse whenever you hang out with guys especially Patrick, will stare at both of you in the corner of the room thinking of ways to end him then jumps your bones the minute he leaves.

He would do anything to mark you too, hickeys, bites, bruises, scratches even leave a residue on your clothes and skin that is hard to wash off (weird alien cum <3). He'd grin happily whenever anyone would mention his markings on you "what that goo on your shirt? You really should take a shower your hands are sticky" so nasty. Yes it's degrading he expects for some kind of punishment maybe the silent treatment but so fucking hot you don't care. Possessive Alien Art just loves you doesn't know how to not be a freak about it.

[petermustdie]

i love that u can see how much dan and phil are resisting to call it the phagon

[xenonsdoodles]

"He said he had too much work left to do and he couldn't go to bed yet. I'll give him your message when he wakes up."

[true-bean]

Today feels like one of those days where I should be allowed to bite someone

[elegyofthemoon]

welp! i finished catching up with 2.1 thankfully but -

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

[dalkyeom]

you know what will fix me? a big long nap.

[dent-de-leon]

Still not over the fact that king molly and deuces become close friends after the campaign.

And then there’s ashton and percy, who loathe each other so much I thought ashton was going to just try and hit this man with his giant hammer immediately—

[pepperpatrol]

I am trying so hard to actually watch the anime this time around but the plot moves so fucking slow and I'm suffering.

[maraschinotopped]

second draft is coming along nicely

[primordial0riginator]

Back in I go like the fool I am….

[iamthepulta]

I want to add to this that my bf who is the sweetest, kindest person, and been tangential to social work his whole life, just started work at a gas station. Despite being fully leftist, his frustration with the homeless population has mounted every day he works there.

It's irresponsible for leftists to advocate this, but not also advocate for the people on the ground who actively deal with homeless people stealing daily, or getting high in the store and assaulting customers/staff, or asking to use the bathroom and repetitively taking a dump on the floor even when asked not to, that you have to clean up.

Because what that means is you don't have any responsibility to actively participate in society- and the people who do actively participate in society are chumps. It's a privileged position we sit in to not see that side of things; that we aren't interacting with people who don't care about paying, and we're powerless as employees to stop it.

That powerlessness is what pushes those on the bottom to force those "on top" to "do something". And unfortunately those "somethings" aren't always thoughtful, humane, respectable actions.

I feel like it's important to add this on because in the last few weeks my boyfriend has been increasingly upset because he wants to help homeless people and he thought his coworkers were being short-sighted and facetious. But his experiences have put him in direct opposition to what he knows. If he were less thoughtful and not had social work experiences, he'd be just as upset.

a lot of yall wanna be leftists until you have to treat drug addicts and the homeless like theyre human beings deserving of dignity and respect