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“It was nothing” “It was everything”

The bit of dialogue from Wind really stuck with me

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The scene in question:

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Snake Girl 3

Imagine: Being Archie’s little sister and getting sick which leads to your friends (Sweet Pea included) to check up on you at home.

warning: cute fluff.

Part 1 Part 2

“Are you sure you’re going to be fine today, sweetie?” Your dad came into your room early morning on a school day; his worry was clear as you started to cough harshly. “I can afford to take a day of.” He says as he hands you more medicine.

You take the medicine with a scowl on your face; you detested being sick. “Dad, I’m fine, I can handle being on my own today.” You reassure not wanting him to miss out on work, “No need to take drastic measures.” You give a small smile being you blew your nose into a tissue. You weren’t sure who had gotten you sick but since your immune system was shit, this virus was hitting you rather hard.

You had fainted yesterday during you training session with Reggie and Reggie had totally freaked out. You had been feeling shit that morning but brushed it off because you didn’t’ want to miss school—your attendance was perfect and you didn’t want to ruin it…until your father and brother forced you to stay home today.

Vegas was sleeping soundly at your feet acting as your lazy protector and companion for the day. Archie came in with some medicinal tea, “I made you some tea and just like you like it.” Archie offered you the warm mug and you gladly accepted it—anything to clear your clogged up sinuses and sooth your itchy throat.

“Thanks, Arch.” You thanked with some relief before drinking the almost too hot tea—you were desperate to get rid of this unbearable itch in your throat, “I hate being sick.” You muttered with disdain.

“Blame your mother; she has a weak immune system too.” Your father smiled softly.

“Thanks, mom.” You sighed unhappily.

“I gotta get to school, text me if you need anything, okay? I’ll come by for lunch, okay?” Archie reassures coming over to kiss your forehead and ruffled Vegas’s head, “You take good care of her, okay, Vegas?” Archie demanded to the dog with a grin.

Vegas sleepily looked up at your brother and lazily wagged his tail.

“I might be late coming home from work but I’ll leave some money in the kitchen for pizza or whatever you want, okay?” Your father said as he was leaving for work too. He saw you nod and both of them left your room leaving you and Vegas finally in solace.

You had planned to take a shit-ton of medicine, drink your tea, and sleep this virus off. You wanted to get better as soon as possible. After blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning, you curled into your sheets with Vegas moving to curl into your side and drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up to Vegas slapping his tail against your face, “Vegas, what the hell.” You grumbled with your voice sounding horrible. You sat up and heard Archie’s voice along with Reggie’s. “Huh, is it lunch time already?” You mumbled with a sigh, “I wish I would’ve slept the entire day.”

“Y/N? Are you awake?” Archie hollered as he loudly stomped up the stairs.

“I am now.” You remarked grumpily and ran your hand over your hair knowing it must’ve been all over the place, “Vegas kept slapping his tail in my face.” Archie came into your room and Reggie awkwardly looked out of place.

“Reggie wanted to see how you were doing; you freaked him out pretty bad.” Archie explained as your big brother opened his backpack and handed your lunchbox, “I convinced the lunch-lady to give you an extra brownie.” Archie grins, “How are you feeling?”

You sniffled and replied with a sad look, “Still pretty shitty. I can’t breathe through my nose and my throat hurts a lot.” You explain to him and Archie frowns, “I think I might have a throat infection.” You were pretty prone to often throat infections for some odd reason.

Vegas was excitedly sniffing at Reggie and Reggie seemed to enjoy the dog’s attention. Reggie did have a soft spot for dogs. “I’ll call our doctor to make an appointment for later today,” Archie hums lightly, “I’ll go make your tea.” Archie kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

“Sorry for freaking you out yesterday.” You apologized to Reggie and gesture for him to sit down in your recliner next to your bed, “I didn’t think it would get that bad so fast.”

Reggie sat in the recliner, “I noticed how red your cheeks were but I didn’t think anything of it; I’m just glad you’re okay.” Reggie smiled as Vegas planted himself at Reggie’s feet, “I don’t think I saw your dog at the party the other week, he’s pretty cool.” Reggie admits sheepishly.

“Archie had him in my room. We didn’t want anyone messing with him or kidnapping him.” You chuckled softly.

“I, ah, I brought homework from third period.” Reggie admits looking a bit shy which was weird of him, “Homework and notes.” Reggie opens his backpack and puts his blue folder on your nightstand.

“Thanks, Reg,” You sigh happily, “I was going to ask but I wiped out as soon as Archie and my dad left the house.” Despite his status and appearance, Reggie was pretty intelligent.

“Sleeping off the sickness, eh? Lucky you, I can’t fall asleep easily when I get sick.” Reggie tells you with a light scowl, “I keep thinking how I miss my nostrils not being clogged the fuck up and how I hate being sick and in turn, can’t sleep.”

You giggle, “I feel you, I was like that last night but Archie practically overdosed me with Nyquil and I knocked out with fifteen minutes.”

“Archie has you pretty sheltered, huh?” Reggie muses randomly, “I don’t blame him. If I had a little sister, I’d be the same too.”

“It can get pretty frustrating when he’s in big brother mode.” You scoff with an eye roll, “Remember homecoming last year? I went with Frankie and he got too handsy and you all ended up beating him up.”

Reggie smirked, “Archie was pretty livid. I’m surprised the kid left with his life.”

“I doubt I’ll get asked out this year.” You grumbled.

“Who knows, maybe some poor guy will finally have the balls to stand up to your brother.” Reggie snickers though it sounds like he doubts it because Archie is backed up by the football team. Archie comes back with your tea and you gladly drink it. Archie and Reggie catch you up with the drama at school before it was time for them to go back to school before the first bells rang.

You managed to get the strength and walked them to the front door, “Feel better, Y/N.” Reggie smiles as Archie hugs you.

“Thanks, Reg, I appreciate you coming to see me and giving me homework and notes.” You smile back even though you feel very yucky—maybe a nice, hot shower would help you feel better. You bid farewell to your brother and Reggie and watch them drive away. You close the door, locked it, and trudged up the stairs to go take a hot—very hot shower. Your dad had made it clear that you couldn’t go see your snake babies until you were better which was a major bummer.

After taking a shower, you decided to clean up the house. The shower did help clearing your nose but it didn’t last very long. You felt pretty shitty but cleaning helped take your mind off feeling shitty. Eventually, you grabbed your favorite pillow and cat blanket and plopped down on the cough to watch some movies. The Devil Wears Prada, 13 going on 30, The Interview, and How to train your dragon were your must sees whenever you were sick.

It wasn’t long until someone was knocking on your front door.

“Who the fuck…” You grumbled groggily since you had been falling asleep. Vegas was already at the door, you gently push him away from the front door, and opened it to see Jughead, Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea and they brought Pop’s.

“We come bearing gifts.” Jughead smiles.

“You look like shit.” Fangs deadpans and Toni smacks the shit out of his shoulder, “Ow! She does but it’s kinda cute.”

“Thanks, dude.” You roll your eyes, “Come on in, I can’t turn away good company and good food. Does Archie know you’re all here?” You ask as you let them inside. Jughead didn’t look so out of place in your house but the Serpents did and it was almost funny. Sweet Pea was almost to tall for your door and it made you giggle.

Sweet Peas cock an eyebrow at you, “Something funny?” He glares mildly at you.

“You’re a giant.” You muttered closing the door, “You almost don’t fit through the door.” You look up at him since he was tall as hell and he towered over you.

Sweet Pea shakes his head, “Thanks, Y/N.” He remarks dryly.

“What a cutie!” Toni coos over Vegas who is basking in the attention.

You guess everyone had a soft spot for dogs. “What kind of gay shit were you watching.” Fangs is going through your DVD cases with a disgusted look.

“Hey, these are classics.” Toni defends your taste in movies.

“The Devil Wears Prada and 13 going on 30 are pretty good.” Jughead adds earning disgusted looks from Fangs and Sweet Pea. You were all smiles and laughs despite feeling so sick as you ate with Jughead and the Serpents. You felt right at home with them, it was weird. It felt as if you had known Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea all your life.

“You don’t like tomatoes?” Sweet Pea frowns as you pick off the tomatoes off your burger—Jughead knew you hated tomatoes but ordered them on your burger only because it meant a free tomato for him. You peeled off the two slices of tomato and dropped it on Jughead’s burger. You ignored his happy smirk.

“They’re gross.” You mumbled as you shoved your burger into your mouth.

“I like a girl that can eat.” Fangs watch you with awe and it made you feel uncomfortable.

Jughead smacks Fangs on the arm, “She doesn’t like when people stare at her while she eats.” Jughead informs him.

“Sorry.” Fangs mumbled.

It didn’t take long until the good food was gone and the good company was begging to see your snake collection. “Jughead, go ahead and give them a tour. My dad banned me from the snake shack.” You tell him before going into a fit of rough coughs that had Toni patting your back and Jughead to look for the Nyquil. 

“Are you sure?” Jughead asks as he hands you some Nyquil.

You nod, “Yeah.” Toni and Fangs are beyond excited but Sweet Pea declines to go. Fangs taunts him for being a bitch but eventually left to the snake shack. “Why didn’t you go?” You asked him curiously as the both of you sit at the dining table—your chair angled towards his.

He shrugged, “I rather you give me a tour of your snakes.” He replies easily.

You smiled, “Why?”

Sweet Pea pins you with a serious look that leaves your stomach squirming, “Because I like how excited you get whenever you talk about your snakes.” You couldn’t help the blush that burns over your cheeks and your eyes downcast with some shyness.

“People usually get tired of my endless ramblings about snakes.” You mumbled softly.

You shyly look up at Sweet Pea and find him staring at you with an interesting smile, “I don’t, I think it’s cool that you’re that passionate about snake; I think it’s hot.” Sweet Pea leans in towards you and you’re frozen in place.

Your heart hammers tightly in your chest—no boy had ever been this close to your face before. His dark eyes seemed somber and held you captive with how intense they seemed. He seemed so bad and tough but…you felt almost safe with him. “I’ve been thinking about something and I need your advice.” Sweet Pea spoke and you shyly watched his lips move.

“Advice on what?” You mumbled leaning away slightly—your cheeks were flushed deeply and Sweet Pea noted your reaction with amusement.

“I like you.” Sweet Pea deadpans.

“M-M-Me?” You stuttered with wide eyes unable to believe that big and tough Sweet Pea could possibly like someone like you, “But…I’m a Northsider?” You squeaked.

Sweet Pea reached out to grab the bottom of your chair and pulled your chair towards him—your legs now touching his. Your hands began to get clammy and you licked your lips unsure what was going on. “You act way different than a normal Northsider.” Sweet Pea says watching as you chew on your lower lip.

“I’m not sure if your people would approve of you dating a Northsider.” You whispered with a sad tone.

“I don’t give a fuck about what others think,” Sweet Pea says firmly taking you by surprise, “You’re special, Y/N, and everyone can see it. I’ve never met a girl like you and no girl has ever held my interest as you do…I know what I want and it is you.” Sweet Pea reaches out to gently gasp your clammy hand. You watch intently as his large hand engulfs your small hand and couldn’t help but to love the warmth of his skin—how can someone be so hot?

You felt like a fish out of water, “I…I…I’ve never had a boyfriend so, I don’t know how to be a girlfriend?” You awkwardly say and cringe.

Sweet Pea smirks, “It’s not that hard,” He reassures, “And I promise to be a good boyfriend.” He adds softly, “I didn’t think I’d ever be serious with anyone but I know I want my first relationship to be with you.”

His words made your hear sing an angle choir—you’ve heard a lot of guys talking with similar sweet words but Sweet Pea’s voice…sounded so sincere. His eyes were an open book and you knew it was because he was letting you see a side of him no one really saw. You didn’t notice but your fingers were intertwining with his. A relationship with Sweet Pea wouldn’t be easy…who he was and what he stood for…but it didn’t really matter to you.

Archie would…definitely throw a temper tantrum. Your father…you weren’t sure how your father would react. “You’re asking me out, right?” You dumbly ask.

Sweet Pea smirked softly, “Yeah, I am.”

You blush, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Sweet Pea squeezes your hand, “I know what I want, Y/N, and I usually don’t change my mind about things like this.” Sweet Pea reassures, “So, is that a yes or no?” Sweet Pea questions.

You couldn’t help but to smile softly, “Yes.”

Sweet Pea grins, “I don’t usually like parents but I’ll try to give your father a good impression of me.” He says and sighs, “I really want to kiss you right now, I’m beyond stoked right now.” He says with a light pout. Your eyes staring at his lips—he had really nice lips.

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” Sweet Pea slips his hand into your hair and pulls you dangerously close to his face, “I might be tempted to kiss you.”

You blush and he smirks, “I’m sick.” You muttered sadly.

“Not for long.” Sweet Pea muses, “I’m going to enjoy having you as mine.” He murmurs brushing his lips against your cheek. Your body shook with joy and pleasure—this boy was going to be the death of you.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Toni’s voice made you flinch away from Sweet Pea so roughly that you fell off your chair.

“Ow…” You whined as Sweet Pea helped you up.

“You okay?” Sweet Pea murmurs with a small smile.

“This is your fault.” You grumble with a blush.

“Archie is going to freak the fuck out.” Jughead says unsure whether or not he approves of this situation.

“Yes! You made your move!” Fangs comes in and pats Sweet Pea on the shoulder with a large smirk, “Finally, I was tired of hearing you talk about her.”

“You talked about me?” You teased softly.

Sweet Pea scowls at Fangs but looks at you and his glare softens, “Yeah.”

“Oh, gross.” Jughead snorts.

“You two will be so cute together.” Toni says with a smile, “I can imagine the heads that will turn with the news of Sweet Pea and Y/N going out.”

“A first date will make it official.” Jughead adds protectively, “Right, Sweet Pea?”

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, “Of course, Jughead.”

You giggle cutely and Sweet Pea is quick to pull you into his side, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, Princess.” Sweet Pea whispers in your ear.

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#RadThursdays Roundup 07/13/2017

Two members of the Degenderettes march up Dolores Street during the SF Trans March, holding a banner that reads “NOT GAY AS IN HAPPY, BUT QUEER AS IN FUCK YOU”, written in rainbow font. Source.

What We Will

how to do nothing: "In nature, things that grow unchecked are often parasitic or cancerous. And yet, we inhabit a culture that privileges novelty and growth over the cyclical and the regenerative. Indeed our very idea of productivity is premised on the idea of producing something new, whereas we do not tend to see maintenance and care as productive in the same way."

Sick Woman Theory: "'Sickness' as we speak of it today is a capitalist construct, as is its perceived binary opposite, 'wellness.' The 'well' person is the person well enough to go to work. The 'sick' person is the one who can’t. What is so destructive about conceiving of wellness as the default, as the standard mode of existence, is that it invents illness as temporary. When being sick is an abhorrence to the norm, it allows us to conceive of care and support in the same way."

Too Weird to Live: The Case for the Individual in a Sick Woman’s World: "'Society,' in a pamphlet of the same name by Pistols Drawn collective, can better be described as 'the hidden violence done to you everyday in the name of other people–people you don’t know, people you probably don’t like, people you are probably likely never to meet. It is done by happy faces with perfect teeth, wonderfully groomed assassins for whom it is never personal, never emotional.' One might add it is also the behaviors and states of being deemed 'normal' and 'healthy,' the arbitrary dividing line that separates behaviors that serve the ruling powers, and those that don’t. Whether under Capitalism or Feudalism, every life that doesn’t fit into the dominant society is deemed ill and sick."

A member of the Degenderettes stands under a light in a dim room, wearing a brightly-colored dress and a black cap labeled "HBIC" with the brim pulled down to obscure their eyes from the camera. They hold a rainbow-colored baseball bat in the classic “don’t fuck with me or I’m going to beat you up with this baseball bat” posture. Source.

Health

How Health-Care Cuts Could Impact Disabled Americans: "Recently, 43 disabled protesters were arrested outside of Senate majority leader Mitch McConnell's office, and the clips went viral on social media. Since then, activists have kept up the pressure on the Republican health bill with similar actions across the country. For this short documentary, The Atlantic traveled to the heart of the disability rights movement in the San Francisco Bay Area to learn why some people with disabilities fear the Republican health plan. Mary Lou Breslin of the Disability Rights Education and Defense Fund says cuts to Medicaid could ultimately cost 3 million people with disabilities their freedom, and erode '40 years of hard won gains by the disability rights movement.'"

Unpaid, stressed, and confused: patients are the health care system's free labor: "The American medical system is expensive; that's no surprise. That medicine can be costly is no shock to pretty much anyone who has visited a doctor. But American medicine demands another scarce resource from patients, and that is their time. The time it takes to check in on the status of a prescription, to wait for a doctor, to take time away from work to sit on hold and hope that, at some point, someone will pick up the phone. […] 'Patients can often become the health care system's free labor,' Mayo [Clinic]'s [Victor] Montori says. 'The health care system knows that patients are motivated, that they want to get better. So it gains efficiencies by transferring the work.'"

A tweet by @cat_beltane says "the four genders" above a picture of four different colored cat collars hanging in a store, each with a style name: Classic, Fashion, Fancy, and Reflective Dot. Source.

Issues

Notes from the Lower Level: “Four blondes played tetherball—two per court. One black girl stood off to the side. I thought she said, ‘Can I play the next game?’ I thought I heard one of the blondes answer, ‘Tomorrow? Sure.’ On the steps to the school grounds, someone had carefully chalked these words. They were a threat, or a promise: THE WORLD IS CHANGING.”

Do Artifacts Have Politics?: Dated but interesting paper on the politics of technologies. “In controversies about technology and society, there is no idea more provocative than the notion that technical things have political qualities. At issue is the claim that the machines, structures, and systems of modern material culture can be accurately judged not only for their contributions of efficiency and productivity, not merely for their positive and negative environmental side effects, but also for the ways in which they can embody specific forms of power and authority.”

Get Thee to a City of Ladies: "Maybe what we think of as community was simply the unpaid emotional and physical labor of women, as they created social networks and pathways of care that make a marginalized life survivable. Now that we think of things like community as 'unpaid emotional labor,' no one wants to be the one to do it. Idle talk about the community we’ve lost will not fix our social and economic precarity. It also won’t change the fact that what Blokland calls 'boundary work' serves to warp most of our human interactions. As someone who grew up in a small town can tell you, 'community' is often just everyone else knowing, or thinking they know, all of your shit, and they will exclude you for your shit. Meanwhile, some of those who wax poetic over tightly knit, disappeared neighborhoods like Little Italy in Manhattan forget to mention that such neighborhoods were enclaves of urgent necessity, shaped by ethnic discrimination and economic oppression."

Four-panel comic depicting a treasure hunter kneeling before a treasure chest in the shallow water of a crystal cave. "I've finally found it…after 15 years," they whisper. "The Scroll of Truth!" they exclaim while raising a glowing scroll high in the air. The scroll reads, "sharing online memes does not count as building class consciousness". "NYEHHH" they angrily yell, while tossing the scroll away. Source.

Direct Action Item

Substitute alternatives for ableist words and terms: "Being aware of language—for those of us who have the privilege of being able to change our language—can help us understand how pervasive ableism is. Ableism is systematic, institutional devaluing of bodies and minds deemed deviant, abnormal, defective, subhuman, less than." There's a list of replacement words in the link. Some favorites: contemptible, insipid, ridiculous, vomit-inducing.

If there’s something you’d like to see in next week’s #RT, please send us a message.

In solidarity!

What is direct action? Direct action means doing things yourself instead of petitioning authorities or relying on external institutions. It means taking matters into your own hands and not waiting to be empowered, because you are already powerful. A “direct action item” is a way to put your beliefs into practice every week.