#kyla creates

[cynical-crypt]

filling holes i tore out of old yellowed foam with hot glue just to feel something

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Freshman Brandon Goodson wants his math teacher back. Goodson and approximately 30 other students walked out of class this morning at 9:30 to protest math teacher Kayla Thompson’s absence.  “It’s not fair,” Goodson said. “We’re standing for her because she can’t do it by herself.”

On Sunday, March 17, Thompson was named Pirate Hero of the Month. Riverside [High School in Durham, North Carolina] posted a photo of her posing with the award in front of a Palestinian flag on Facebook and Instagram. In the days that followed, dozens of commenters, many of whom are not affiliated with Riverside, criticized the flag.  “This kind of propaganda should not be allowed in the classroom,” one commenter who lives in Raleigh wrote. “She certainly isn’t creating a safe environment for her Jewish students.”  “Why does she have a Palestinian flag in her classroom? That is highly inappropriate and awful for her Jewish students to have to deal with in the classroom,” wrote another. Thompson’s students, however, thought differently.  “I didn’t view it as anti-semitic,” said junior Tiam Famet, Thompson’s second period teaching assistant. “Ms. Thompson saw that people in Palestine were hurting and she wanted to voice her support, and she did that by hanging up the flag.” “She had the flag up for a really long time,” said freshman Kyla Bannerman, a student in Thompson’s first period class.  The social media posts were deleted, and on Tuesday during first period RHS administrators asked Thompson to remove the flag. She took the flag down, then left campus and has not returned. Later that day, Thompson’s third period students recreated the flag with dry erase markers on the board. 

Assistant principal Greg Goble declined to comment about the week’s events. Thompson also declined an interview with The Pirates’ Hook, but said she hopes to speak about the incident soon.  During the protest, several students held signs saying “Free Palestine,” “Is This Scary DPS?” and “End The Occupation.”  A parent dropping off her child at school began arguing with students about a particular sign. The woman walked toward the protesters and began yelling, stating that they were “promoting suicide bombers.”  In response, students chanted “Free Palestine!”  Student Resource Officers (SROs) and administrators asked her to leave campus.  Thompson’s students protested again during A-Lunch. “[Administration] just brushed it to the side,” Goodson said. “That’s why we stood up for the class. We were her voice.”

-- "Kayla Thompson was named Pirate Hero of the Month. She hasn’t been to work since." by Isaiah Heinz, Delia Aguilar, Taliyah Cooper and Elena Paces-Wiles for The Pirates' Hook, 22 Mar 2024

[gatheringbones]

best books of 2022 rec list:

fiction:

chouette by claire oshetsky

forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

sula by toni morrison

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

villette by charlotte bronte

non-fiction:

gay spirit by mark thompson

we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west

transgender history by susan stryker

blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman

love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens

gay soul by mark thompson

between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore

the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton

nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza

gay body by mark thompson

what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo

the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce

the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III

a queer history of the united states by michael bronski

the trouble with white women by kyla schuller

what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon

the feminist porn book by tristan taormino

administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest

the women's house of detention by hugh ryan

angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis

ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby

neuroqueer heresies by nick walker

the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman

brilliant imperfection by eli clare

the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow

tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel

all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma

if this is a man by primo levi

bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins

white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson

public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa

I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote

the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman

skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign

the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt

nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo

corrections in ink by keri blakinger

sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano

smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca

no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba

until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered

the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman

reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers

the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Meissner

[tarotphil]

Bestie I need to know what answers corresponded to Dan or Phil

oh my gosh I’d love to share :)) take the quiz before reading below the cut!!!!! also take this as the performance art it is, I’m not genuinely assuming very specific things about dan and phil’s internal worlds lol

for Dan: love like a dog as in loyal, eager to provide a service, full blown adoration. love like a leaky faucet as in always present even when the sink is “off”. but also as in sporadic, unexpected, unavailable. (this is not a dig at dan, that is the option I would choose)

for Phil: love like an archaeologist as in dedicated to craft of discovery, careful, curious. love like a snowstorm as in all encompassing, obscuring, hungry

for Dan: Catholic guilt yeah, but also thinking on the past in a “I wish I had done it different way”

for Phil: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. among other things his commitment to nostalgia is a type of grief.

for Dan: peeling fruit as an act of service has big dan energy. he would pass tiktok clementine theory. cannabalism bc i think he’d enjoy himself on yellowjackets Hannibal hunger as love tumblr. angels is his for a lot of reasons. I was thinking about angels as machinery, which meshes with his clean brutalism aesthetic. also angels as fallen from grace, as a subversive queer symbol

for Phil: time loops, we are back to the grief and nostalgia. but I’m also appealing to his brand of creativity here. glitch theory, fantasticalism. ghosts….. we are back to grief, but also his understanding of horror. the ocean is something I associate with phil a lot for some reason. I think it’s the mystery of it

for Dan: he’s a teddy bear, he’s so soft. he has his childhood teddy still. glowing globes for mystery, matches the aesthetic of the moon room. kiss me lollipop…… must I say more

for Phil: I was so captivated by him going “I think that’s what god looks like” in relation to the golf with friends structure. so, for phil, interesting lines and lights that evoke a feeling of reverence <3 icy stag bc I associate him with snow and the fantastical. surreal spotlight sky… I can’t explain it just is

for Dan: A Boat is a poem to me about navigating depression, I think dan would love it. Dan is SO this too shall devastate coded, I don’t think I need to explain.

for Phil: the Kyla Jamieson poem for a few reasons. Love of the natural world, but also I think it carries a sense of creative frustration? The Athena Davis poem because of how gentle it is. meditations on death, meditations on kindness

Dan and Phil: this is the only option on the quiz that gives points to both outcomes…. I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees. That’s so them

I actually think these kinda speak for themselves

for Dan: he’s such a sensitive soul, which is why he got the heart hurt option. he puts so much of his heart into everything, so this is an acknowledgment of him not being as cerebral as he thinks. for the bones, an ache in my bones is one of the ways I visualize my depression. a bone deep heaviness

for Phil: hurt in your hands because of hands as a symbol for creativity. to me this meant an itch to create. hurt in your lungs I can really only justify by vibes. the hurt of running too hard maybe? Of a body meant to house you doing a bad job of it?

for Dan: mmm realizing I said I associate phil with the ocean which is true, but I associate Dan with whale falls. that’s all I got for that lol. for the microbiome, I love love love the human microbiome, it’s fascinating. I think dan would have a heck of a time with the idea that we’re mostly made up of non self organisms

for Phil: beauty in the small things and beauty in natural system we’re not at all a part of. nod to his love of birds, love you Steve

these are mostly all vibes, except for Phil’s sense of otherworldliness and Dan’s commitment to forward growth

for Dan: the wooden overcoats quote…… sorry not get 2009 on you. The Beatrice letters quote is a little bit “it’s awful work” “not to me, not if it’s you”. as a doctor loves his sickest patient for real

for Phil: the Mabel quote is a little bit about love as a creative I think, and a private creative at that. The love exists even if you destroy the art. the locked tomb quote, they are so dependent. he dyed his shoes green

[kristinamae093]

Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Hey @jerzwriter! 👋 Thank you so much for sending this my way! This was a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy this silly nonsense I came up with! 🙂

Baking Memories

Everything else can be found here.

Book - TRR

Characters - Constantine, Liam.

Warnings - There's like, one bad word.

Word Count - 2489

A/N 1 - This is a one-shot from my HCTS AU, but this can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. The only thing you really need to know is Constantine didn't die as he did in canon and beat his cancer, but has been diagnosed a second time. Kyla (F!OC) is mentioned but not present, so I guess this takes place sometime between the previous chapter and the next.

A/N 2 - I slipped in the third @choicesflashfics prompt — “Why are you being so weird?” that will be bolded.

A/N 3 - (last one) - thank you SO MUCH @ao719 for reading through this for me and your suggestions! Any errors found are mine and mine alone, and I didn't really edit this a whole lot to be honest, so...... There's your warning lol 🙃.

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Constantine Rys was once a hard man; born and bred for royalty, he never got to enjoy and experience the little things in life. It never bothered him before, considering he was the reigning monarch of an entire nation with the world at his fingertips. However, since his retirement he found himself longing to experience all the things he missed out on. Today specifically, he wanted to learn how to bake; not just anything, a very specific recipe. 

His first wife was clueless in the kitchen and Regina knew very little, but Eleanor spoiled him with various baked goods consistently while she was alive. When she found the time for it Constantine never understood, but she always had warm cookies for him and the children to enjoy. He'll never forget the memories of retiring to his quarters after a long day and opening the door to hear the boys and Eleanor’s laughter, accompanied by the sweet, heavenly smell of whatever she prepared for them that day. 

Now, especially since his time left on earth was limited, he wanted to learn all these things he never had the opportunity to experience before. He found an instructor and Bastien vetted the person before scheduling a private lesson right in his quarters. His intention was to set everything up so Kyla could join him, but the teacher was only available on a specific day and Kyla was off. He knew she would still come if he asked, but he didn't want to impose on her personal time. Regina was his backup, but unfortunately, that day was a no from her as well. 

Even so, Constantine was still excited about his lesson. It may only be a class of one, but he was looking forward to putting his new skill to use. 

A knock sounded on his door and he quickly scurried over to answer it. On the other side stood Bastien, a woman who he assumed to be his 'teacher', and Liam, who Constantine hadn't told. It wasn't that he was trying to hide anything or keep secrets; he initially wanted to recruit Liam for this venture to begin with. However, he knew all too well how busy a Friday afternoon was as a solo monarch and figured it would be of no use to ask. However, his unexpected presence made Constantine hopeful that perhaps they would get to share this experience after all.  

"Son! What're you doing here?"

"I just so happened to be taking my lunch when I saw Bastien with Mrs. Finch." Liam motioned to the woman with a polite smile. "Care to explain to me why you're having bakers come to your quarters?"

"She's going to teach me."

"You want to bake?" Liam asked with an arched brow. 

"Precisely." 

"Why?"

"Do you remember those cookies your mother would make? The molasses ones?"

Liam's mouth involuntarily started watering. "I do… That's what you want to make?"

"Eventually I'd like to try other things, but that's where I’ll start. I haven't had them in years and the staff just can't make them the way she did, anyway. I was hoping if I took some lessons, perhaps I could give it a go." Constantine stopped talking as he took in Liam's nostalgic expression. "Care to join us?"

"I don't bake, or – haven't in quite a while."

"Then this is the ideal time to perfect your skills!" Constantine hopefully suggested.

Liam's face instantly fell at seeing him so excited. "I really wish I could, but I have a meeting soon." 

Constantine was trying his hardest to smile, but on a few occurrences he realized Liam was doing what he'd done to him and Leo for years; putting the crown first. He never realized how much it truly hurts to be left alone when the person you're longing to spend time with is occupied. Of course, he understood Cordonia does ultimately have to come first, but perhaps since his time was limited he was beginning to develop a love-hate relationship with the word duty. 

"Ah, I see... No worries, son." Constantine sadly smiled and motioned for the woman to come in. "If everything goes right, perhaps I can bring you some." 

"Thanks…" 

The woman stepped inside and disappeared with Constantine. Liam remained outside the door, suddenly feeling guilty for leaving. His whole life all he wanted was a genuine relationship with his father, and now that he'd been blessed with it he often had to put the crown first. However, now that his father's time left was dwindling, he found it was practically impossible to walk away.  

"Bastien," Liam started, "Clear my schedule for the day – no, the weekend. I'm unavailable unless it's an emergency." 

Bastien smiled and bowed. "Of course, sir." 

Liam made his way inside his father's quarters to the in-suite kitchen and couldn't help but laugh as he saw his father wearing a white, puffy chef's hat. When Constantine looked up and saw Liam enter, the pure excitement radiating off of him was enough to fill Liam’s heart so full he was sure it would burst any moment. 

"Liam! What're you doing here?" 

"As it turns out, I had a cancellation." Liam winked. 

"Get in here, then! You need a toque as well." 

"I don't think–" 

"We are pastry chefs right now; it's absolutely necessary." Constantine held out a hat to him. 

Liam stared at it for a long moment before he took it and reluctantly put it on. "Happy?"

"Elated. Now, Mrs. Finch, what are we doing?" 

"First we'll start by creaming the sugars and butter together." She showed the pair her measurements, as well as how to soften the butter. Using a hand-held mixer, she swirled the bowl until the task was completed before continuing, "Now, the eggs. The biggest thing to remember is don't over mix, or your cookies won't turn out properly."

Constantine nodded and picked up an egg from the supplies laid before him. “I’ve never done this before…” He held it up with furrowed brows as he intently studied it. "How do we get – inside?" 

Mrs. Finch laughed. "We have to break it, sir. See? Like this." She gently cracked an egg on the counter and emptied it into the bowl. Liam silently chuckled at Constantine's flabbergasted expression; something so simple was blowing his mind, and his elation was incredibly contagious. "It's easy, you just need a hard surface. You try."

Constantine nodded and tried to mimic her by using the counter, but that resulted in multiple yolks in his palm after a number of failed attempts. Finally, he looked around the area searching for a different surface to try when he got the perfect idea. He took the egg and although he intended to lightly tap it, he ended up smashing it against Liam's forehead; the egg splattered but thankfully most of his hair was shielded by his new accessory. However, the yolk and slimy membrane started dripping down his face, accompanied by the remaining shells. 

Liam squeezed his eyes closed as the goo slipped over them and his mouth fell open in shock, but he quickly closed it to not ingest anything. He felt something soft on his forearm and blindly reached out to accept a towel someone offered him. 

After cleaning his face, Liam turned to Constantine with narrowed eyes. "Seriously?!" 

"I guess I do still have some strength left." Constantine nervously chuckled before he added, "I apologize, son, I had no intentions of being so… brute."

"Why my head, though?!"

"She said a hard surface…" 

"Ha. Ha." Liam grabbed an egg and without breaking eye contact used one hand and cracked it perfectly against the side of the bowl. "Gently, grasshopper – and it goes inside the bowl." 

Constantine’s mouth fell open. "You may be upset, but you will not refer to me as a bug–" 

"It's – Nevermind… Mrs. Finch, please continue." 

She did as instructed and walked them through the various steps to make the cookies, plus gave them tips and tricks along the way to help make sure the recipe turned out correctly. They sifted their dry ingredients together in a separate bowl and were preparing to combine everything together, but Constantine insisted he wanted to be the one to use the hand mixer this time. Liam was absolutely reluctant, but ultimately caved after a five-minute debacle. 

Liam stood beside him watching Constantine's every move; so far, he was doing incredibly well with this specific job. Mrs. Finch was slowly adding their dry ingredients and Liam started to relax, thinking that things were smooth sailing from here on out. 

His phone rang and he stepped away to answer it but remained in Constantine's line of sight. Liam spoke with furrowed brows, his face red, and Constantine could tell he was speaking sternly; it instantly piqued his interest. 

The conversation was short and Liam reappeared a moment later completely unfazed. "Who was that?" Constantine practically shouted over the mixer still whirring in his hand. Liam answered, but Constantine couldn't hear him. "What?!" Again, Liam said something, but Constantine couldn't make it out. 

There was text beside each button on the machine, but they were so small Constantine couldn't see which one was labeled power. He ended up increasing the speed to the maximum setting, causing the mixer to shake and vibrate in his hand. Liam walked back beside him and spoke again, but Constantine paid him no attention as he was trying to read the tiny prints. Instead of leaning over to try and find the correct one, he decided to bring the mixer to eye level. 

It happened in slow motion; everything was fine one second, and the next their still very thin batter was flying all over the front of Liam’s suit. Constantine naturally turned his direction to Liam instantaneously as he held the mixer at arm's length, away from his own body. The machine continued to forcefully whirl until the beaters were clean, all its contents now covering the front of Liam’s face, body, and a little of the surrounding area. Liam could only stand there in shock; mouth agape, arms raised, completely flabbergasted. 

Constantine finally pushed the correct button and the mixer slowly stopped. He had a sheepish smile as he lowered it back into the bowl before speaking in a soft, timid voice. "The good news is there's still plenty left…" 

Liam only stared at Constantine with narrowed eyes. Constantine nervously chuckled and swiped his finger across Liam’s cheek before licking the contents. "Mmm – delicious indeed." Liam opened his mouth to speak, but Constantine quickly added, "Don't be mad, son… It was simply a mistake…" 

Liam took a deep breath and slowly let it out to keep his composure. "I'm not upset," A vengeful, mischievous idea struck him. He smirked and said, "matter of fact, perhaps we should hug this out." 

"I don't think that's–" Constantine tried to protest, but soon found himself engulfed in Liam’s strong arms. He looked down and saw Liam rubbing his face on his shirt, thoroughly cleaning it, and couldn't help but chuckle. "I suppose I deserved that." 

Mrs. Finch was quick to take over and simply talked them through the rest of the process to avoid any more mishaps, although they did help form the cookies. The sweet, heavenly aroma that filled the air as their delicacies baked brought back memories for both. Their goods came out of the oven and Mrs. Finch was dismissed, paid very well for her services, and Constantine even insisted she take some with her. 

Now, they were simply relaxing on the couch, enjoying the product of their work, and reminiscing with a cup of hot tea. Although they were missing Leo and Regina, it was nice for just the two of them to relive moments they’d shared while creating new memories at the same time. Constantine expected his ‘class’ to be rather boring but informative; never did he think it would turn into a chaotic, beautiful memory for him to relive for the rest of his limited days.

"Liam," Constantine started as he sat forward and grabbed another cookie. "Thank you for joining me today. I know things didn’t go quite as smoothly as they could have, but I'm thankful you were here… I had fun." 

Liam smiled. "I’m glad… There were definitely some mishaps–” He stopped to rub his forehead. “–but I had fun too. And, these cookies turned out amazing." 

"I concur. Mrs. Finch did an excellent job and I have to say, they are quite close in comparison to your mother's." 

"Here, here," Liam agreed whilst holding his cookie up to Constantine, which he returned before they both took a large bite. Liam swallowed and spoke again, "Listen… I know I'm busy, but I'll always try to make time for stuff like this – especially now…" He trailed off with a sad expression. 

Constantine signed and patted Liam on the knee. "I know. But I'm also aware of how demanding the Crown is. I don't want you canceling obligations on my account – again." He gave Liam a knowing look. 

Liam held his free hand up in surrender. "It wasn't that important! Neville comes here and bitches consistently, I'm sure he'll be back in a few days." 

Constantine couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps I could give you a warning next time, then… So you can try to pencil your old man in." He playfully grinned. 

Now, it was Liam’s turn to laugh. "You don't need 'penciled in', but a notice would be appreciated." 

"Done," Constantine suddenly stood and extended his hand. Liam shoved his last bite into his mouth and took it, confused, but Constantine was quick to pull him into a tight hug as Liam rose. "I love you, son." 

"I love you too." 

Their moment hung for a few seconds before Constantine stepped away with a bright smile. "Let's plan our next endeavor! It'll need to be during Kyla's work time, which proves beneficial to the both of us…" He stopped talking to wiggle his eyebrows. "Actually... What would you like to do? Perhaps something to woo her? We could go to a massage–" 

"Why are you being so weird?” Liam interjected. "You decide what you want to do and we'll figure everything out from there." 

"Hmmm…" Constantine trailed off, deep in thought. He snapped his finger a moment later. "We enlist Duchess Olivia and–" 

"I'm going to stop you right there; anything pertaining to Olivia means weapons and that's an automatic no." Constantine tried to retort, but Liam held a hand up. "Do I really have to pull the King card again? Think of something else, and we'll talk." 

Constantine opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head and mumbling something as he sat. "What was that?" Liam asked with an amused grin. 

"I said you can be a bit of a hard ass sometimes." 

Liam smirked and confidently replied, "I learned from the best."

HCTS Tags (If you'd like added or removed, please let me know):

@choicesficwriterscreations @ao719 @queenrileyrose @tessa-liam @angelasscribbles @kingliam2019 @differenttyphoonwerewolf  @bascmve01 @busywoman  @belencha77 @mysticalfangirl @nestledonthaveone @lovingchoices14 @lunaseasblog  @malblk21 @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @tinkie1973 @queenmiarys @choicesflashfics

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Two fires burning in the South Okanagan merged into one mega-blaze Tuesday night, casting a heavy cloud of smoke over the entire valley. Located around 18 kilometres southwest of the Keremeos,  the Crater Creek and Gillanders Creek wildfires had been burning for the better part of a month and were mapped at slightly over 1,000 hectares until there was a change in weather. BC Wildfire information officer Kyla Preto said Wednesday that increased wind led to “rapid and extreme growth” in the two fires. They are now burning as one and mapped at 10,000 hectares. It was a change that was noticeable to just about everyone in the valley who watched an unusually shaped cloud of smoke rise ominously into the sky.

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[bonniethesimmer]

Hey Simmer Loves, 🤍🥰

I did a thing... I created my very own gshade preset 🥳 and I am sharing it with you. I hope that you all will enjoy it. This is not perfect whatsoever, but it is my first time making a preset, so go easy on me lol.

Couple of things:

🤍I made this preset using gshade. I am not 100% sure how it would look on reshade (I have not tested it out)

🤍This can be used for CAS and gameplay

🤍I use in game lighting mods, so this might look a bit different if you don't have them.

Visit this link to view all the in-game lighting mods that I use-https://www.tumblr.com/bonniethesimmer/752568244997603329?source=share -

s/o to Kyla for recommending the last piece to making this preset look the way I wanted it to & thank you to everyone in my live stream that complimented this preset and gave me the extra push to release it.

T.O.U.: 🤍Please do not reupload or claim as your own.

Thanks for downloading 🤍 Bonnie💋

Lovey Dovey Gshade Preset 🤍

[cantsayidont]

WE MIGHT REGRET THIS Series 1 (2024): Uneven BBC sitcom about a tetraplegic Canadian artist named Freya (Kyla Harris, who also co-created and wrote the show), who's moving in with her much older, newly divorced British boyfriend Abe (Darren Boyd) and hires her best friend Jo (Elena Saurel), who's at loose ends, to become her new fulltime personal care aide. As Freya is scouted by a modeling agency that hopes to essentially rent her out as a diversity prop for advertisers, Jo further complicates their situation by secretly getting involved with Abe's shiftless adult son Levi (Edward Bluemel).

It's clear that one of the objects of the show is to bluntly depict the realities and frustrations of Freya's daily life — from sex to bathing to urination to the ongoing challenges of accessibility — and it's at its best when it focuses on those areas, which will probably be relatable to many people with disabling chronic conditions. Unfortunately, the show wastes a lot of screen time on Abe, Levi, and Abe's ex-wife Jane (Sally Phillips), who aren't very sympathetic, interesting, or funny: Abe is a wet blanket and Levi is a dipshit, making it hard to see what Freya or Jo see in either of them, and it's even harder to care about Abe and Jane's divorce-related arguments or their ongoing angst over the death of Levi's older brother (which was 15 years ago and has nothing to do with the rest of the plot).

CONTAINS LESBIANS? The promos had given the mistaken impression that Freya and Jo were together, but while Freya is canonically bisexual, the show focuses (to its cost) on the characters' relationships with men. VERDICT: Fun when it bothers to focus on its ostensible main characters, but with only six half-hour episodes, the abundance of tedious, digressive subplots really hurts.

[dindjarindiaries]

December Updates & Announcements

Hi, everyone! December is next week, if you can believe it! In light of this year coming to a close and things starting to wind down/fall into a routine in my personal life so far, I wanted to provide you all with some updates and exciting announcements about what you can expect from my blog and I heading into 2024!

DINCEMBER 2023

Dincember is coming back for our 4th annual year! I'm so excited to share more writing (and, from others, art and more!) with all of you and to continue this lovely tradition of ours.

To find the prompts, tag, and my own contributions, you can head to this post! We start next week, on December 1st!

UPCOMING WRITING PROJECTS

I have a few things in the works heading into 2024 that I'm super excited to share with all of you! Here's a few that I'm ready to reveal:

I'm doing a Catalyst rewrite! I'm so excited about this one! I'm drawing upon my unfinished series entitled Catalyst and also taking inspiration from Pedro's wonderful performance in TLOU to create a new version of the story entitled Scattered Stars. It features a brand-new OC named Kyla Tiigan, a 14-year-old girl with a backstory you'll never see coming. I'm currently working on the first chapter and I can't wait to share it with you!

As per usual, I'll be writing at least two Security interludes as we wait for season 4! The Djarin family left off in a very happy place going into season 4, and I can't wait to show you how they continue to enjoy their home on Nevarro - and what their future may look like.

I have two new micro-series planned, both based off of Din's new position in the New Republic! Both are enemies-to-lovers, one a senator and one an X-wing pilot, though they're still mostly at the planning stage with no names set yet. I'm hoping to debut the first pieces of those after Scattered Stars!

MASTERLIST REDESIGN

I'm going to be redesigning my masterlist soon, as I've finally hit my 100-link limit! What I'm likely going to do is split my masterlist into their respective categories, with links to those separate masterlists. For example, there will be one dedicated to just Din one-shots, one to my series, and so on and so forth. One those fill up, I'll specify reader-inserts, OCs, and more. Be on the lookout for this change in the coming weeks!

PERSONAL LIFE UPDATE

Something I wanted to share with you all as the reason why I haven't been as active is because I got a job promotion! I've gone from a senior writer to an editor of the Star Wars beat at Screen Rant. I couldn't be more grateful for this change, and I absolutely adore the work I do. Now, I still get to write, but I have more freedom to write the ideas I want - hence why just about every Din Djarin article from the site as of late has been written by me! I have to thank you all for supporting me, because it was this blog that helped me to find such a niche and practice fandom writing in the first place.

Those are all the updates and announcements I have for now! I'm looking forward to finishing out the year with you and beginning yet another one as I prepare to celebrate 4 years of this blog in January!

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Guardian:

Toxic PFAS “forever chemicals” are widely added to pesticides, and are increasingly used in the products in recent years, new research finds, a practice that creates a health threat by spreading the dangerous compounds directly into the US’s food and water supply.

The analysis of active and inert ingredients that the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) has approved for use in pesticides proves recent agency claims that the chemicals aren’t used in pesticides are false.

The researchers also obtained documents that suggest the EPA hid some findings that show PFAS in pesticides.

About 14% of all active ingredients in the country’s pesticides are PFAS, a figure that has doubled to more than 30% of all ingredients approved during the last 10 years.

The increased PFAS use in pesticides is “disturbing”, said Kyla Bennett, a former EPA official now with the Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility non-profit, and a study co-author.

“We should be eliminating PFAS from all products, but particularly pesticides because you’re spraying them on crops, and there’s not a more direct way to expose the population than that,” Bennett said. “We should not be going in this direction.”

PFAS are a class of about 15,000 compounds typically used to make products that resist water, stains and heat. They are called “forever chemicals” because they do not naturally break down and accumulate, and are linked to cancer, kidney disease, liver problems, immune disorders, birth defects and other serious health problems.

PFAS are added to a range of pesticides, including those used on crops, to kill mosquitoes, or to kill fleas on pets. The compounds are likely used as surfactants and to help the chemicals disperse or be absorbed.

The true level of PFAS in pesticides is likely much higher, Bennett said. The estimate works off the EPA’s unusually narrow definition of what constitutes a PFAS, and omits organofluorines.

Most regulatory agencies in the US and around the world consider organofluorines to be PFAS. When organofluorine is added to the tally, at least 60% of active ingredients approved for use in common pesticides over the last 10 years are PFAS, and about 40% overall.

Moreover, companies are not required to disclose when PFAS are used as an inert ingredient, so the paper likely missed some. The chemicals have also been found to leach at high levels from plastic containers in which many pesticides are stored, and that is not accounted for by the EPA.

Among chemicals in pesticides are PFOA and PFOS, two of the most dangerous PFAS compounds. The EPA has found virtually no level of exposure to the two chemicals in drinking water is safe. PFOA is likely leaching from the pesticides’ containers, Bennett said, but PFOS appears to be added for unknown reasons.

[violottie]

"WHITE PRIVILEGE FOR DUMMIES" spoken word by Kyla Jenée Lacey, video by African Stream, 25/Apr/2024: caption under reel

Some people actually still think that White privilege is a myth - created by ‘angry’ people of colour as a tool to bash Whites.

They believe, for example, that poverty rates are higher among Africans because they make the racist assumption that we are somehow lazy. Never do they entertain the possibility that we are, in fact, hindered every step of the way by systemic political and economic oppression rooted in slavery, colonialism and neo-colonalism.

In this clip, spoken-word artist Kyla Jenée Lacey breaks down the concept of White privilege for those who still do not get it or believe in its existence.

[k-films]

( THE MEMBERS )

➤ SONATA aka @flwoie | she/her ; writer

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OTHER MEMBERS —> PAGE 2

[babs-babbles]

Do you mind telling us more about your fan kids?

Lemme try to rack my noggin here

Naomi and Kyla! My blorbos my munchkins my half demon spawns

I don't have any new art of the girls BUT here's the most recent art of them I still have in my pocket

Naomi is a kaieve kid. Spawned from parasite/demon energy cross breeding (aka Eve and Kai'sa got it on real good one night and she appeared the next morning) Naomi (or Mimi for short) is a near spitting image of Evelynn, and the personality to go with it...

Taking well after Kai'sa Naomi is very passionate and outspoken with her interests and gets excited at new projects and learning opportunities. The other half from Evelynn is her dramatic flare on life and constantly making moves for success, a natural business woman and entrepreneur. Is often praised for by Eve for just the smallest things and she loves having her mom's constant attention

Raising Naomi was an odd case for her four moms. She wouldn't do much as a baby, just follow mommy Eve around mostly, or sticking close to her big sister. But she had the rare "demon baby" moments. She's a very strong hybrid who has void powers and demon instincts. It took a full void suited Kai'sa and demon shade mode Evelynn to calm her down from a tantrum. Later on Naomi grew a strong attachment to Ahri's fox form in her kid years, and often turned to momma Ahri for comfort

Some facts about Naomi

- very artistic. Enjoys fashion and painting

- smooth singing voice with lots of range. Loves learning songs in different languages

- an exceptional dancer and her favorite is tango

- is described as a socialite, but keeps her friend circle small

- used to stare blankly at Evelynn as baby, later learned that's how she shows affection

Now for Kyla. She's the oldest and was carried by Ahri. Born from Evelynn's demon energy mixing with the magical power of love for her wife and boom! A happy lil accident :D Kyla is born some good years after kda has made some albums and built a flourishing legacy (I see them all in their late 30s- early 40s when Kyla is born) Eve, Ahri, Akali and Kai'sa smothered their bab with the upmost love and attention as she grew up.

Raised as a legacy to the kda house name, Kyla was exposed to a lot of musical creation at home and grew a particular fond for music production. Often sneaking into Akali's studio after being put down for bed to watch her momma make cool sounds and beats. It's there she learns to create her own tracks and grows to carry on the kda name in the music industry

Personality wise Kyla is very quiet and is selectively mute. Only speaking when at home and to close friends (and the rare interview). Picking up after Akali she's often found held up in her room creating music for hours on end, often getting dragged out by Kai'sa and her sister to get a taste of sunlight. She uses music as her outlet and a way to speak to people and express herself. If not in the studio she can be found curled up in her fox form under Ahri

Some facts about Kyla

- doesn't speak as many languages as Naomi and Kai'sa, but is fluent in sign language

- sneaks out at night to underground clubs to test tracks (the only ones who know are Evelynn and Akali)

- her and Naomi both form the new kda group

- despite her shy personality Kyla has a much different stage presence with more energy

- looks up to Seraphine as her idol

PHEW!! that's all I can remember from like 2 years ago? I'm definitely gonna give them some redesigns tho so these ones aren't that canon anymore. I remember making these girls as a joke like "hurhurhur what if they unexpectedly had kids and stumbled into a chaotic family lifestyle" then ended up really liking the kids I made. Small note tho, I don't see kda actually having kids at some point. Both personally and logically in their universe. These girls exist more in an au setting of kda expanding into a more familial territory

[fluffy-sickfics-art]

maybe another time

sequel to "food fixes everything (until it doesn't)"

CW: nightmare, panic attack, vomiting

Kade spends the night at Alisa's, where he wakes up from a nightmare.

Featuring: Kade McCormick, Alisa Wu, (mentions Kade's sisters, Kyla and Kira)

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Kade snaps awake, heart racing, entire body trembling. He can't breathe, and light and colour isn't registering as it should. The bed tilts underneath him even though it feels like he's underwater as he sits up, too dizzy to stand.

Tiny needles prick deep underneath his skin as nausea creeps in and out of his system in waves, creating the most terrible sensation on top of struggling to take in air. His heart's beating way too fast, his muscles tense and head dizzy.

If only he could just forget everything, if only he could just not have those dreams anymore… he's just overreacting. It wasn't even that bad. He's just overreacting, that's all.

It feels like time has slowed down enough just to put him through this torturous cycle of being able to suck in one breath, which doesn't even feel like enough air, only to prevent him from breathing in any more. His chest and throat are way too tight and his head's pounding but not hurting ― just pounding ― and all his limbs ache for no particular reason at all. Perhaps he deserved this, though. Every time this happens, that thought runs through his head for a split second before dissipating into the unrelenting fear. Fear of what? He's not thinking clearly enough to be sure.

He hunches over, gagging while still gasping for air, a hand gripping his shirt and the other the blanket over his legs. He attempts to reach for the trash can next to the bed, but before he can, a thin stream of bile and water spews out on the blanket, some of it splashing onto the wooden floor in front of him.

His mother's going to be mad, he realizes. She's going to punish him and Kira and Kyla now because he couldn’t even--where is he? Kade blinks rapidly, trying to get his vision to clear, but his eyes just refuse to work. His throat's lit on fire again when he lurches forward with another dry heave, and another, and another, until he's left shaking all over. He wants, so badly, to lay back down because he's so, so tired but there's watery vomit on the blanket and on his chin and on the ground and he can't even move. Where is he?

A light is flicked on, there's a thump beside him, a few minutes of just rustling and footsteps and then a figure appears before him, approaching--

The words leave his mouth before he's able to process them. "P-please don't--" he gags again, bringing up nothing.

"Huh?"

It's not his mother's voice. It's Alisa. Alisa won't be mad. Is Alisa mad?

"I'm not mad," she replies, voice all muddled like she's underwater.

"'M sorry," he apologizes immediately, tugging at his ear. "I-I'll clean it up. Just g-give me a m-minute."

Alisa's voice is clearer now. "It's fine. You don't have to be sorry or anything, Kade. You just got sick, that's all."

“Sorry I didn’t puke in the bin though,” Kade rasps, body shaking uncontrollably. Stupid stupid stupid stupid she put it there so you can use it, stupid.

Alisa tilts her head to get a better look at his eyes. A few droplets have gathered on his long lashes. “Seriously, it’s fine. I already cleaned everything.”

Now that she says it, the area does smell of lemon and disinfectant. Not pleasant, but a lot better than vomit.

She's dabbing a damp tissue at Kade's trembling chin now.

"Wh-where's the blanket?" he whispers.

Alisa tosses the napkin in the trash can. "Threw it in the wash."

He sniffles. "Sorry."

She lets out a long sigh, standing up. "You need to stop apologizing for things you can't control, seriously. And I'm used to cleaning up this stuff. 'S nothing new to me. Do you feel any better or are you still nauseous?"

"Still a little nauseous," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"Then let's go to the bathroom, hmm?" Alisa says, pulling him up as if he's weightless. Kade wonders if she's annoyed. She doesn't sound annoyed, but he feels horrible for making her have to deal with him regardless.

Kade spends the next half hour or so dry heaving into the toilet, each retch more painful than the previous. Alisa sits by his side the entire time, rubbing his back and combing through his hair and offering him water. At some point, his sweat-soaked shirt is removed and tossed to the side, and Alisa applies a cold towel to the back of his neck.

By the time he's no longer nauseous, his abs are cramping, his muscles are sore, he's dizzy, exhausted, but too in pain to fall asleep. He can hardly even hold himself up over the toilet anymore.

"You done?" Alisa asks.

He tries to say something, but only manages to let out a weak whine. "Sorry," he mumbles once his throat clears, unable to lift his head.

"It's okay. Wanna get back to bed?"

"Mhm."

Kade lets Alisa help him up, and she makes him brush his teeth and put on one of her brothers' shirts, then drags him back to her room. She doesn't go back up to the top bunk, though, instead choosing to pull her blanket down and sit on the bottom bunk with him.

"Can we talk about it?" she asks after a quiet minute.

Kade rolls over to look at her. "About?"

"The... whatever just happened. Was it a panic attack?"

He averts his eyes.

Alisa takes that as a "yes." If it were a "no", he would've said so. "Were you awake the entire time I was asleep, then?"

Gulping, Kade curls into a tighter ball. "No."

Alisa gathers her thoughts for a short moment before continuing. "A nightmare, then?" she guesses, fumbling with the blanket in an attempt to drape it over him.

"Just a bad dream," Kade whispers.

"Can I lay down next to you? I'm tired too."

He shuffles over, close to the wall. "Mhm."

Alisa pulls her blanket over the two of them. "What was the bad dream about?"

His voice quiets even more. "Don't wanna t-talk about it."

Kade expects Alisa to try to pry some more, because that's what she usually does when she's worried, but she lets it go, surprisingly. After all, she already knows. She probably just wants him to talk about it, to get it off his chest. But as relieving as it might feel, he doesn't want to talk about it. "Mm. Okay. Will you be able to fall back asleep?"

"Maybe. You should sleep, though."

"It's okay. I don't have any morning classes tomorrow. Do you?"

"Nope."

"You wanna cuddle, then?" she asks. Then, to justify her question: "boys don't get cuddled enough."

Kade nods, shifting around so that the blanket covers both of them. Her body is warm, a nice contrast to the cold air in her room. It feels strangely nice, this warmth. She smells good, too. Like cinnamon or something. He hasn't been held like this in such a long time. Maybe since fifth grade.

There's another silence before Alisa speaks again. "You have practice tomorrow morning, though, don't you?"

"Mhm."

"Are you gonna be feeling okay by then?"

She feels more than sees him shrug. "Even if 'm not I still have to go."

"You can't tell the coaches that you had, like, a really bad night or whatever? 'Cause anxiety, you know?"

"They don't--they don't know."

"You should tell them, then," Alisa says, running a hand up and down his arm. "They would understand."

"But it's... it's not a problem for me. I just--things just happen sometimes but I get over it really fast. And I don't actually have anxiety. On paper."

Alisa doesn't see a point in trying to convince him anymore, at least not today. And she's too sleepy to continue the conversation anyways, so she just mutters a soft "you win" and "good night". She'll pester him about this another time.

❆

(The next morning, Roman cheekily asks Alisa and Kade what they were doing last night. Alisa responds with a blunt "Kade was throwing up" followed by something in Chinese, effectively shutting Roman up.

After a few minutes, Roman asks, "why were you both on the bottom bunk, though? It's a really small bed. Are you together or something?"

Alisa chokes on her milk.)

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so sorry for not posting for so long lol here is a fic (and art) to make up for it

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Bingo tag game

Thanks @oh-no-another-idea here, @illarian-rambling here, @melpomene-grey here, and @mk-writes-stuff here.

I got three different types here--

Rules 1: use this link, which will generate a writing bingo card for you!

Rules 2: use this link to create a Bingo card for your WIP and/or fill out the one the person who tagged you made

Rules 3: same as 2 but with an OC

Last Bingo Game: here

TSP Bingo (blank card)

Long Bingo where I did a blank Bingo for SOTL and Carla and filled in Bingos for Kelsey, Maddie, Noelle, Xitlali, and TSP as a whole

Tagging @gracehosborn @theeccentricraven @theelfauthor @dyrewrites @badluck990 @mysticstarlightduck @elsie-writes @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @bread-roses-and-chrome

Below cut:

Filled in writer bingo for me

Filled in WIP bingo for SOTL

Filled in OC bingo for Hye-Jin

Filled in OC bingo for Alex

Filled in OC bingo for Gretel

Filled in OC bingo for Jack

Blank bingo for IWAJAD

Blank bingo for Lexi

Version 1: Writer Bingo

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Almost got a bingo noooo

If only I read more!! It's not by choice...

Version 2: WIP Bingo

SOTL

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Red for definitely, yellow for maybe.

Damn no bingo, even with the yellow.

I'd have a Bingo if I included more evil fish people but I have incorporated it yet. So I do have a Bingo if that's the case.

Version 3: OC Bingo

Hye-Jin Song (TSP)

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Bingo! Almost got two since she was originally short but I've changed that

A character I don't talk about nearly enough! I don't have any other posts exclusively about her yet :(

Hye-Jin is Lexi's lifelong friend who does not make an onscreen appearance until Part Two, though she does get a couple shout-outs in Part One.

Hye-Jin has a younger sibling, but I didn't highlight cause I'm pretty sure it meant she *is* one.

Alex Vaughn (TSP)

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I think she's just appeared in excerpts. Time to fix that!

Alex is from another universe! A chronological deviant of the duoverse of the Ceteri and Alium that we know! (In other words - it's another version of Ceteri and Alium, the duoverse, i.e. two linked universes, that's different enough due to different choices individuals made)

Gretel Küchler (SOTL)

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I may have mentioned her like once, but she was the only one who'd fill out a decent amount of the board.

Gretel is kind of obviously my Hansel and Gretel character. She's magicked, meaning she learned the skill of magic. She and her identical twin brother Hansel specialize in baking food that can help grant others temporary physical advancements.

If anyone of these end up changing and being inaccurate...I'll live it's okay I haven't written a scene with her.

Jack McDonald (SOTL)

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Haha, bingo!!

De facto MC of SOTL so far. He's appeared a lot in SOTL's excerpts.

Jack was misdiagnosed as being gifted with ice manipulation powers, due to one obvious demonstration. In actuality, he's gifted in being average at everything. This does mean he actually can do literally everything, just averagely. (In other words, Jack of all Trades)

He's not autistic as of yet but probably ADHD. Some of these may change.

My Blank Bingos

It Was All Just a Dream

I already made Bingos for my active WIPs, so here we go with this one

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It Was All Just a Dream is a story idea have had for a while that I have a draft of in the form of a short story. Short version is popular Kyla Tran goes through a night of layers of dreams that force her to reevaluate her life.

Lexi Morgan (TSP)

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I meant ace/aro and you KNOW IT

And ignore that I spelled pedestal wrong as well...

Anyway, more Lexi: OC in fifteen, OC in three, Picrew, two truths and a lie, WIP questionnaire

TSP into

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[disabledcharacters]

TV: Freya (We Might Regret This) - Tetraplegic, Wheelchair User

We Might Regret This is a BBC Two comedy drama created by and starring Kyla Harris.

Freya (Kyla Harris) is a Canadian tetraplegic artist in her thirties when she moves to London to live with Abe (Darren Boyd). Freya requires constant personal assistance to provide her care but after not successfully finding an appropriate Personal Assistant (PA) for this intimate role in London invites her chaotic and impulsive best friend Jo (Elena Saurel) to take the job.

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Join me as I celebrate and post about different Disabled Characters throughout the month. Tracking #dcotm