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ෆ REVISION IS KEY ෆ
as the operant power, you decide your life…
For those of you who want your dream face, you’ve had it. For those of you who want your dream bank account, you’ve already had it. For those of you who want your dream lives now, you are living it.
I don’t care if the 3d showed you “nothing” as you woke up this morning, it doesn’t matter. revise it. You can revise absolutely anything in your life, anything. As the operant power, you get to choose what happens in your reality, when it happens and you get to orchestrate events in your life down to the smallest detail.
If you don’t like something, it didn’t happen anyway
If you don’t like the fact you’ve not induced pure consciousness yet, what are you upset about? you already have. multiple times.
If you don’t like the fact that you woke up with “nothing”, you didn’t, in fact you have everything you’ve ever dreamed of.
If you’re getting frustrated over the realisation that you’ve been in this community for a while and “haven’t been able to manifest anything”, rewrite that, that’s false and you have everything you’ve desired because you’re so powerful, you have accomplished so much.
If you don’t like the way a certain situation panned out, then redesign it.
Because you can.
Do not conform to the 3d, no matter what. You have stumbled across the law and shifting for a reason, please don’t tell me that you’ve learned all that you’ve learned just to listen to the 3d. Who’s to say you’re a failure? That you’ve accomplished nothing? What is your proof of that?
Truly, think about it, to all of you who are frustrated because you haven’t induced pure consciousness yet, or you haven’t managed to manifest anything, I want to ask you, what is your proof of that? how do you know that’s true? why do you believe that is true? How come you are so sure?
The answer to all of those is the 3d, whether you like it or not, look back at those questions, the answer to each of them is “because the 3d said so”, “because you can’t see it in the 3d”.
And that is where your mindset needs to change. As the operant power, as a god of your reality, you can choose what has happened, what is happening and what is yet to happen. If you let the 3d get in between that, you won’t progress. The 3d is nothing but a lifeless mirror, waiting to reflect your dominant thoughts, why are you using it as a reference point? Why are you using it to determine whether you have your desires or not?
Nothing is real unless you want it to be because you have the final say. So revise revise revise!!
The 3d can’t tell you what’s what, revise,simply because you can🌀💋
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Kindly take a break from scrolling to read this, it's important.
Take your time to grieve and come to terms with the election results, but once you've done that, it's time to get to work. We have two months. And a lot to do in that time. We have to prepare, to be ready.
Be careful about what you post or say online. Anything potentially incriminating should be avoided. Threatening language, even if clearly a joke, can be used against you.
Know someone who's trans? Someone who's had an abortion? Someone who's LGBTQIA+? Someone who's an immigrant? Someone who attends protests? Someone who's disabled? Someone who might in any way be at risk due to laws being put into place? No you don't.
Move away from social media platforms and browsers that require you to use your real identity or input a large amount of personal information. Now's a good time to find alternate means of communicating online. Tails, Element, Tor, Mastodon, Firefox, and Lemmy are all decent options.
Find a community. Someone you can talk to, either online or in real life, that you'll have reliable contact with. We need to try and create a network, but one that's as anonymous as possible.
Start scrubbing your trail as much as possible. Get rid of old accounts that can still be traced to you but are no longer used, delete personal data off the internet. There are websites out there that will freely remove your data from the internet, but be careful about which one you use, make sure it's safe and legitimate first.
Change any usernames that you can that contain any personal information. Names, birthdays, anything.
Plan B has a four year shelf life. Stock up, but don't take more than you you'll need. We don't want a COVID repeat where everyone buys an excessive amount of things and leaves none for everybody else.
There are doctors that will sterilize you, if that's the way you want to go.
Stop using online period trackers right now. Delete all data from it if possible first, then delete the app itself. If you must, write it down, but in a subtle manner and on something you keep at home. Don't label it, just put the dates. If you're really worried, discard older records and only keep the most recent few, and label the dates as other random events, like "go to mall" or "chicken salad for dinner this night"
Get your vaccines now.
Save money.
Archive. We have to start collecting records, media, data, books, and articles now. On racism, on fascism, on homophobia, on gender, on self-reliance, on survival, on safe travels routes, on equality, on justice, on anything that may be useful and/or censored soon. We can't let them erase it.
Collect those online resources. Bookmark them, copy files into your storage, Screenshot pages. Create a decentralized library where everyone is working to be part of a whole, storing what they can individually and sharing it between one another. Again, be careful about doing this.
Second-hand bookstores are your best friend. Books are usually very cheap in them, and they often have a decent stock. See what you can find.
When buying ANYTHING I have mentioned above, or anything else that maybe put you in danger, try to use cash to reduce your spending trail.
Check your car information online, many newer models can be remotely tracked.
Turn your phone completely off if you may be at risk due to your location and current activities. Turning off your GPS also helps.
Take note of where you are. Who are your friends? Who's a safe person? Where can you go besides your own home that you know you'll be safe? Establish these connections now.
Who around you is not safe? Who and where do you need to avoid? Do you need to move? If you cannot afford moving but need to, there are fundraisers that can help you. If even that is not an option, at least try to make sure your home is secure. Have someone who can help you. Have a fallback safe place.
And finally, I want anyone with resources to put them in the replies. Flood it with useful links, information, tips, anything. We're in this together. Do not panic. Organize.
#us politics#punk#protest#lgbtq#lgbt#lgbtqia#women rights#women's rights#online archival effort#censorship#internet censorship#internet#shtf#anonymity#safety#important#serious#presidential election#2024 presidential election#do not let them erase us#fight back#human rights#we fight
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Okay, now that it's been a few days, and I've had time to process what's happened, it's time to dig into what to do next
Simply put, vote in your midterms. In 2026 33 senate seats will be up for grabs.
*All* house of representative seats will be up for grabs. All 435 of them. Do you know what Trump can do with a congress that's against him? Not much. In 2026 there will be an opportunity to shut this down and give him as much trouble as the republican congress gave Obama. A blue congress means no confirmation for supreme court appointments. It means possibility of impeachment *and* conviction. It means he can be taken out of office, it means that in two years, if enough people vote, he will be effectively shackled
You know what else happens in 2026? Local and state elections. Are you in a state that's dangerously conservative? You can change that. The fact is people don't turn out for mid term elections. They just don't. So even in red states, if enough liberals, progressives, and independents show up, there is an opportunity to take back your state governments.
But the work starts now. Get involved locally. Vote in city counsel elections. Vote for local judges. Vote for sheriff!! Did you know in most places, that's an elected position? You can choose who runs your law enforcement.
Vote for mayor, vote for governor, vote for state legislators. With this administration, the states will be the ones deciding things. Make sure you're creating a place you want to live in. You do have that power. There are several 'red' states that have a higher number of registered democrats than the number of people who voted for Trump. If those people vote in the midterms, then we have hope
This isn't about Harris or the national democratic party and what they've done wrong. This is about your local chapters, the people in *your* communities. This is about your future and the future of this country. Hope is not lost because there are still so many things we can do, and the midterms are the best shot we have at turning this around
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listen sorry to hijack this post but i have some information that needs public attention
there's an extremely new and extremely effective suicide method that isn't even 5 years old being spread by the world's largest suicide forum. this method overrides a lot of the mental obstacle that make suicide such a difficult task to carry out and undermines survival instinct.
Source: Where the Despairing Log On, and Learn Ways to Die
Removed paywall link
the law outlawing it has yet to pass senate, but california has already outlawed it, and most websites currently only sell the chemical to businesses due to public pressure. the bill hit senate in may and nothing has happened since.
H.R.4310 - Youth Poisoning Protection Act
you can click "Contact Your Member" on the side panel and write an email explaining how important this bill is to you to your local senate representative.
something you can do right now is call your local hospital pharmacy, and ask what they would do in the event of a sodium nitrite overdose. demand that they have the cure, methylene blue, in stock. many hospitals don't even have this on hand, and even fewer first responders are prepared or informed on what to do. this method is so dangerous, that if the hospital doesn't have the cure in stock, you will likely still die even if you change your mind and call emergency services right away.
and to anyone else who has fallen down the rabbit hole like me, who know what terms like CTB, SaSu, DMC, and SN means. get out. they don't care about you. the creators of the forum have a long history of running incel and anti-feminist forums that have been associated with violent acts. both creators are self-identified incels. they love the attention, they love playing god. several of their rules are there only for appearances. read the rules. read the posts. notice what is and isn't enforced, notice the dwindling recovery thread. there are people who understand your pain on there more than anyone in your personal life ever will, but they are sick just like you. don't become one of their kills.
if your partner is suicidal, your friend, your child, please make sure they aren't going to this site. make sure to vet any packages they get, make sure their immediate family and friends know not to let them ship to their address. (example: shipping to your address for a "christmas gift" for their partner) make sure you know exactly what to do in this situation, and that your local hospital is prepared. if you ever find your suicidal loved one unconscious, in cardiac arrest, rapid/stalled breathing, coughing, incoherent speech, vomiting, with an empty glass nearby or salty breath, pass on the information to emergency services that you suspect it is a sodium nitrite overdose.
so many people have died and will continue to die if we don't use our voice to support legislation and spread information on how to combat this method. someone, anyone please listen.
💙 USA 💙
national suicide prevention (edit: alternatives to 988)
national domestic violence hotline
national sexual abuse hotline
trans lifeline and resources
💙INTERNATIONAL💙
list of suicide hotlines by country
domestic violence hotlines and resources by country
sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country
international trans resources
edit: taking this opportunity whilst this gets traction!
Palestine Children Relief Fund
Lebanon Red Cross
International Rescue Committee (Sudan, Lebanon, Gaza, Congo etc.)
Ukraine Red Cross
#suicideprevention#stopsadienorth#sasu#election 2024#us elections#kill everyone#trans genocide#mental health#mental illness#actually mentally ill#the main source of this method knows what he is doing#he's been confronted about it and still sells what he does#his entire website is a front and he marks the chemical up from its actual price#he is profiting off of your death
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how to deal with no movement or 3d showing the opposite?
for this post i will use an example, which i totally forgot about until i was writing my other post about the things i have manifested.
so i really wanted a tarot deck, for years even before i got into the law of assumption. i was very spiritual and i still consider myself to be, thought my views have definitely changed. my mom was against it especially since i wanted one for christmas.
we fought about it as she said no and when she left the room i was like fuck it is have it, so i affirmed. any time i got sad or upset and my thoughts would go from the new story to the old story i would just straight up stop myself, i would tell myself that that never happened that my mom said she will buy them, that im so happy about getting the tarot deck etc.
so when christmas finally came, a present caught my eye, i didn’t even read the tag on it, so did i know if it was mine? no.
i persisted in it, i persisted in the thought that it was mine, that it was my tarot deck and well i guess as i said it is success story so it’s no surprise to anyone that it was in fact my tarot deck.
movement is nothing.
i got no visible movement except for getting my tarot deck on christmas. still there was movement, there was a moment where my mom changed her mind and ordered it without me knowing, i didn’t see it, but i still persisted in it, no matter what she said to my face.
so please persist, because if you really set your mind to it, you can get it, you can get it now, or in three days or on any other date you want, just like i did.
ALTHOUGH! if you’re manifesting on a time crunch, please do not discourage yourself if it doesn’t show up, continue affirming, because if you switch from new story back to old, you will not see it i can for certainty tell you that. just like i can tell you that if you persist in the new story it will show up for sure.
^ if you’re unsure about this although part watch this video.
#loassumption#law of assumption#loa#loablr#loa blog#loa tumblr#loassblog#loass success#success story
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LOA IS A CULT. Everyone Including myself and those who are familiar with it, know it’s a cult! I know everyone lies for attention or to live in the end because I used to be a big blogger myself. I won't reveal who I was, but I saw firsthand how these bloggers, claiming to be friends in real life, are actually deceiving everyone—they're all liars. Behind the scenes, they're working regular jobs while curating content from friends and family to share as their own as proof. Many of them have multiple accounts and blogs to give the illusion of authenticity. If you don't believe me, create a fake account and replicate the process—fabricate a success story, and watch as bloggers emerge from the shadows seeking help. Most of them have disappeared now... I wonder why that is, lol. It's time to open your eyes to the reality behind these façades and question the true motives driving this deceitful tumblr .
Despite the presence of manifestors, witches, and astrologists manifesting against Donald Trump in the world it's amusing to see that he still emerged victorious and by a whole lot!!!
It's worth noting that among the founders of the law of assumption and the void state on platforms like Tumblr, inconsistencies and inaccuracies have surfaced in their stories over time – there seems to be a trend of untruthfulness, among them (it might be interesting for you to verify this observation by checking out posts from your favorite bloggers, especially the newer ones; I've taken a look and it appears they're all just making their posts using GPT !
"Persist with belief"; A call to continue holding onto faith and dedication similar, to how spiritual groups encourage their followers to stay steadfast in their beliefs.
“Embrace the mysterious without needing evidence." This mindset echoes the inclination towards accepting the unknown and intangible elements of existence often upheld by certain groups that prioritize faith in the unseen, over concrete proof.
Echoing the cults claims of enlightenment or salvation, without tangible evidence but guaranteeing miraculous transformations assures me of its validity.
Despite the uncovering of deceit and dishonesty by individuals within a system built on mistruth; trust and belief persist unshaken. Mirroring the resilience shown by groups, in the face of revealed falsehood.
"When someone blindly follows something or someone else – it's, like trusting without proof of why or how things work out in the end."
“Discover the truth within yourself”. Encouraging the exploration of truths and insights through belief in something greater; a familiar motif, in spiritual practices.
Encouraging connection, with the energy of the universe is a spiritual idea that highlights the importance of harmonizing with greater forces beyond our sight.
"Fulfill your destiny"; The concept of shaping your own future through faith alone is frequently referenced in spiritual communities as a means to claim authority, over your own life path.
“Rise above the boundaries of the realm " suggesting the possibility of surpassing earthly restrictions through belief in something greater; mirroring stories of spiritual groups seeking elevated levels of existence.
Calling upon the power of the Encouraging believers to tap into mystical powers is a common theme, in teachings of spiritual groups that offer promises of special intervention or extraordinary abilities.
These instances provide insight into the use of language, with spiritual cult like tendencies that focus on faith and commitments that extend beyond tangible proof.
Please, there are bloggers out there sharing and telling us to save Palestine, claiming you can manifest a trillion dollars out of thin air, yet they can't manifest an end to war or even a simple solution. They say you can't control other people, yet they talk about manifesting specific people,, changing your family completely, or even your own race. You all were claiming you were manifesting Harris. I thought manifestation never fails, loool. "Oh, just persist, it will reflect like Neville leaving the war," they say, but all Neville managed could very well fall under the coincidence category, just like healing a burned hand, hahahahah. It's baffling that people are wasting their lives on something they know deep down is false. For the children in this community, just stick to a routine, focus on school and work, and foster your own life. While doing so, perhaps listen to subliminals, but don't rely on these vicious lies. Your time and energy are too precious to be spent on such unfounded claims.
Before you start getting defensive in my comments, take a moment to think and tell me how long you've been manifesting. How long have you been persisting in this process? Share in the comments first, and reflect on how little has actually changed. When you ask questions of these bloggers, why do they always seem to victim blame you instead of providing real answers? They claim to love and care about you so much, yet they charge for subliminals and can't manifest even simple things like you entering the void state. They won't manifest for your mental health desires, despite all the supposedly enlightening infographics they share. They talk about being able to shift reality and consciousness, yet they can't offer real help. Isn't this just typical cult behavior? It's time to question the authenticity of these practices and recognize the inconsistencies.
Some of these bloggers are in their 20s and live on disability, which gives them both the time and money to spread misinformation and false hopes. If you're young and still have potential, please make wise choices. Some aspects of spirituality are indeed real, and manifesting can be a genuine practice, but remember there's a reason why 99% of these bloggers are deceitful. They all eventually leave before their lies catch up with them. It's a disgrace that they pretend to help you in their DMs while knowing you're struggling with issues like poverty and abuse. I truly hope things improve for you, but don't rely on this cult-like mentality.
Critics might come into the comments and claim you just have doubts, but that's not the case. Once I left the Law of Assumption and started genuinely working, studying, and ensuring my grades were satisfactory, my life changed. I got a boyfriend, landed my dream job, and even took steps towards my desired appearance with a nose job. These achievements didn’t just materialize from thin air; they came from hard work. I accomplished more in three months after leaving the cult than some do in five years. I know people who've been in this community for a decade—when will they wake up to reality? That nagging feeling of doubt is actually common sense trying to prevent you from ruining your life.
How many times are you going to think, "I can't tolerate my life; I'm just going to shift," before it becomes unbearable and you realize you're stuck? How many liars need to be exposed? How many times do people have to be scammed before they see the truth? The so-called void masters aren’t helping; if they could truly access the void, they'd expose the liars. But then they’d have to admit they're lying too, and that no one has achieved these creative writing promises. It's all for attention and affirming to manifest is not a magic solution.
Let's be real here—your favorite bloggers allowed the Turing administration to achieve a landslide victory, with the court gone, the Senate gone, the House gone, and the residence done. Project 2025 is in motion, but sure, everyone’s supposed to be GOD, right? You people are worse than religious fanatics. I secured my visa because I knew otherwise, I'd be stuck here; you can't rely on the fake law of assumption. Go ask your bloggers why Trump won, and they'll just tell you to persist or claim it's all an illusion. Seriously? We'll see how much of an illusion it is once Palestine is wiped off the map, and all these so-called void masters can do is make a note to ignore the 3D world, loool. It's absurd that they think such real-world issues can simply be brushed aside with wishful thinking. Time to question these beliefs and face reality.
This message isn't directed at the older members of this cult because, at this point, only you can wake yourself up. But to the younger ones, please focus on building your life in the actual world. It's very real, and your suffering will only worsen if you keep clinging to false hopes.
To all the bloggers who know they're spreading lies, go ahead and manifest that my post gets deleted. I apologize for even considering that some of you revise events where people have literally died. Try revising this post or imagine me apologizing. It's time to stop spreading deceit and start facing the truth. Your actions have consequences, and it's crucial to start acknowledging the reality of the world we live in.
Even those who claim to manifest outside of time are no different—they're all selling courses for hundreds of dollars each month, with packages reaching into the thousands. It's ironic, isn't it? They preach about manifesting abundance yet charge exorbitant fees for their wisdom. Just think about it for a moment: if they could truly manifest unlimited wealth and success, why would they need to profit off of your hard-earned money? The truth is, their business model depends on your belief in their promises, and they capitalize on that by offering overpriced courses that are often filled with recycled content. This practice raises questions about the authenticity of their teachings and whether they genuinely have your best interests at heart.
The feeling you’re having is your body and mind trying to tell you there's truth in what I'm saying. It's like they're working to save you from falling into the trap of delusions. You are caught up in loa and you’re actually caught up in their own illusions. Many of these successful loa folks outside of tumblr grew up in wealthy families, living good lives, and got richer with a mix of luck and hard work. That's why so much of this community feels ridiculous; it's mostly made up of kids chasing dreams and adults spinning lies or looking for attention because they have too much free time.
Society keeps these cycles going, making it easy to fool ourselves. The temptation of quick success and promises of an easy life are hard to resist, especially for those always surrounded by comfort and now searching for something deeper than just money. For some, the LOA community seems like a beacon of hope and purpose. But it's important to see that while some find value, others get caught in a loop of broken promises, clinging to the idea that just thinking positively will bring success without real effort.
This way of thinking can will you ppl away from reality, you’re following and worshipping people seeking likes and attention takes the place of real achievements. LOA IS A CULT. Please wake up
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As a queer woman in a red state, I needed to see this today. I still love my state. This is my home. Where I was raised, where I went to school, where my wife and I were married, where I work, where we bought our house, where we started our little farm, where my baby will be born, where my friends are. Where my entire communkty and safety net is. I'm so happy here. I love my life here.
Please stop saying "fuck red states."
My dad is one of the most die hard Republicans I know. He voted for Trump and yes, it breaks my heart. It makes me sick and at time makes me feel unloved. And I have to remember this is the man who basically took a bow of silence about me coming out for the first year. THAT man cried happy tears and gave the most moving speech at my wedding. He adores my wife and calls her is daughter now. THAT man's beliefs have changed in what for him is a hugely significant way. It's not enough YET but he reminds me that a lot of people who voted for Trump DO care, they just don't get it. Unfortunately we'll all learn the hard way now but it also means there are allies within the enemy, they just don't know it yet.
Please stop saying "fuck red states."
My in-laws have been so die hard Republican their entire lives and voted for Harris this year. Willing to get into loud family arguments and strain family relations over it. It's a change I had given up hoping to see and yet, it finally happened this year.
Please stop saying "fuck red states."
My tiny town is largely made up of migrant workers. Every business here is bilingual. Including the grocery stores, post office, and city hall. This town wouldn't exist without migrant workers. No one knows more about how much our farming communities NEED migrant workers more than the tiny farm towns in red states. I promise you, in my state, it's the Republicans in the cities here that are pushing for mass deportation, not the farmers.
Please stop saying "fuck red states."
I voted for one republican this year. Yep. An Asian American woman who grew up on a potato farm, married into the family of another potato farmer, ran on a campaign to halt rent inflation, allocate more state funding to education and foster care, and supported controversial decisions in the past to protect the environment. She was an incumbent and she won. She's playing the long game of knowing which party she can win running under in her home state and she's making a damn big difference in her little district.
Please stop saying "fuck red states."
There are young queer closeted kids here. I was one of them. I was voting and protesting for gay rights before there were any and I'll fucking do it again if I have to. Because over 1/4 people here DID vote for Harris and every single one of us have to stay and fight and be visible for the next generation of scared closeted queer kids because if we all left for blue states, who would be left to fight for them?
Please stop saying "fuck you" to the people I love and the home I've built. The future I see slowly building here can still happen. I still have hope. But if those fighting the good fight in red states give up now, if they say too say "fuck red states," then we really will have lost that future.
I love you everyone in red states right now.
I love you everyone who has family that is/will celebrate a Trump victory in your state.
I love you everyone surrounded by loved ones actively voting against your rights.
If you voted, you for Kamala, you did everything you could and you should be proud.
All of your frustration and anger is justified, understandable, and fair.
I’m sending you all love and peace.
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Democrats and liberal pundits are already trying to figure out how the Trump campaign not only bested Kamala Harris in the “Blue Wall” states of the Midwest and the Rust Belt, but gained on her even in areas that should have been safe for a Democrat. Almost everywhere, Donald Trump expanded his coalition, and this time, unlike in 2016, he didn’t have to thread the needle of the Electoral College to win: He can claim the legitimacy of winning the popular vote.
Trump’s opponents are now muttering about the choice of Tim Walz, the influence of the Russians, the role of the right-wing media, and whether President Joe Biden should not have stepped aside in favor of Harris. Even the old saw about “economic anxiety” is making a comeback.
These explanations all have some merit, but mostly, they miss the point. Yes, some voters still stubbornly believe that presidents magically control the price of basic goods. Others have genuine concerns about immigration and gave in to Trump’s booming call of fascism and nativism. And some of them were just never going to vote for a woman, much less a Black woman.
But in the end, a majority of American voters chose Trump because they wanted what he was selling: a nonstop reality show of rage and resentment. Some Democrats, still gripped by the lure of wonkery, continue to scratch their heads over which policy proposals might have unlocked more votes, but that was always a mug’s game. Trump voters never cared about policies, and he rarely gave them any. (Choosing to be eaten by a shark rather than electrocuted might be a personal preference, but it’s not a policy.) His rallies involved long rants about the way he’s been treated, like a giant therapy session or a huge family gathering around a bellowing, impaired grandpa.
Back in 2021, I wrote a book about the rise of “illiberal populism,” the self-destructive tendency in some nations that leads people to participate in democratic institutions such as voting while being hostile to democracy itself, casting ballots primarily to punish other people and to curtail everyone’s rights—even their own. These movements are sometimes led by fantastically wealthy faux populists who hoodwink gullible voters by promising to solve a litany of problems that always seem to involve money, immigrants, and minorities. The appeals from these charlatans resonate most not among the very poor, but among a bored, relatively well-off middle class, usually those who are deeply uncomfortable with racial and demographic changes in their own countries.
And so it came to pass: Last night, a gaggle of millionaires and billionaires grinned and applauded for Trump. They were part of an alliance with the very people another Trump term would hurt—the young, minorities, and working families among them.
Trump, as he has shown repeatedly over the years, couldn’t care less about any of these groups. He ran for office to seize control of the apparatus of government and to evade judicial accountability for his previous actions as president. Once he is safe, he will embark on the other project he seems to truly care about: the destruction of the rule of law and any other impediments to enlarging his power.
Americans who wish to stop Trump in this assault on the American constitutional order, then, should get it out of their heads that this election could have been won if only a better candidate had made a better pitch to a few thousand people in Pennsylvania. Biden, too old and tired to mount a proper campaign, likely would have lost worse than Harris; more to the point, there was nothing even a more invigorated Biden or a less, you know, female alternative could have offered. Racial grievances, dissatisfaction with life’s travails (including substance addiction and lack of education), and resentment toward the villainous elites in faraway cities cannot be placated by housing policy or interest-rate cuts.
No candidate can reason about facts and policies with voters who have no real interest in such things. They like the promises of social revenge that flow from Trump, the tough-guy rhetoric, the simplistic “I will fix it” solutions. And he’s interesting to them, because he supports and encourages their conspiracist beliefs. (I knew Harris was in trouble when I was in Pennsylvania last week for an event and a fairly well-off business owner, who was an ardent Trump supporter, told me that Michelle Obama had conspired with the Canadians to change the state’s vote tally in 2020. And that wasn’t even the weirdest part of the conversation.)
As Jonathan Last, editor of The Bulwark, put it in a social-media post last night: The election went the way it did “because America wanted Trump. That’s it. People reaching to construct [policy] alibis for the public because they don’t want to grapple with this are whistling past the graveyard.” Last worries that we might now be in a transition to authoritarianism of the kind Russia went through in the 1990s, but I visited Russia often in those days, and much of the Russian democratic implosion was driven by genuinely brutal economic conditions and the rapid collapse of basic public services. Americans have done this to themselves during a time of peace, prosperity, and astonishingly high living standards. An affluent society that thinks it is living in a hellscape is ripe for gulling by dictators who are willing to play along with such delusions.
The bright spot in all this is that Trump and his coterie must now govern. The last time around, Trump was surrounded by a small group of moderately competent people, and these adults basically put baby bumpers and pool noodles on all the sharp edges of government. This time, Trump will rule with greater power but fewer excuses, and he—and his voters—will have to own the messes and outrages he is already planning to create.
Those voters expect that Trump will hurt others and not them. They will likely be unpleasantly surprised, much as they were in Trump’s first term. (He was, after all, voted out of office for a reason.) For the moment, some number of them have memory-holed that experience and are pretending that his vicious attacks on other Americans are just so much hot air.
Trump, unfortunately, means most of what he says. In this election, he has triggered the unfocused ire and unfounded grievances of millions of voters. Soon we will learn whether he can still trigger their decency—if there is any to be found.
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Its exceptionally heartbreaking because she actually supports a lot of good causes like Unions, Reproductive Rights, Universal Healthcare, Voting Accessibility, improving Climate Change, and Gun Safety laws.
I think its important to acknowledge that she will probably be a good Senator For many people who live in Delaware while also condemning all "enemies of israel" to suffer and die.
And I'll be honest I don't know what to do with that. It seems like insanity to watch so many people who seem to genuinely care about other human beings be just fine with helping unbelievable atrocities to continue as long as only Israel does them.
trans people on tumblr celebrating an absolutely rabid zionist being elected to congress simply because she is a trans woman and then utterly shouting down anyone who mentions it is incredibly fucking embarassing.
genuinely losing my faith at an exponential rate in a lot of the people on this website which sucks because i thought it was the last bastion of online progressive principles. and now i'm realizing it's kind of just woke reddit.
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NO MORE WAITING, IT'S HERE VAUNT
Hello Dearest Gentle Readers 💎
I am bringing something new to you today. I was watching a law of assumption podcast when I realized something important.
I have been letting the 3d trigger me sometimes. I realized that I'm the one doing that to myself because I have been focusing too much on the things that I don't want and letting it make me feel bad. Sometimes, I end up doing that but did I give up? NO.
I decided to stop paying attention to the things I don't want in my reality and focus more on good things and my manifestations. I can't believe I let the 3d affect me so I came up with something to help me reframe my mind back to me having it already. After that, I decided to just naturally say it. Affirmations that came naturally from me not from the state of lack but from the state of already having it.
I want you to read this or make something up if you want that's personal to you every time you almost check or get triggered by the 3d and it's making you feel bad. You have the power and the decision to stop that. So say this with me now.
"I am not waiting, I'm having it now. I already have it now. It's already here. All my desires are already manifested and it already materialized in the 3d so I have nothing to worry about anymore. It is done. Creation is finished. It's just a glitch. The 3d has no power over me. I fully believe and assume that I already have everything that I want. I am confirming that as the truth in my reality now. It's here now. In fact I don't desire them anymore because I already have them. I don't care, I already have it. It's here. Everything always goes my way. No more waiting because why would I have to wait for my desires when they're already mine and they're already here. I have all of my desires now. It's already here and it is done. I am so relieved that I have it all now."
Just take a deep breath and say this calmly in a natural way that you would talk in your mind. All you're doing is reminding yourself that you're not waiting, all your desires are already yours. You sometimes need to do this for yourself to unstuck you from the waiting state you might be in and take you back to your new story. Simple reminders like these can really help you a lot. You could just do these and you're set. Feeling like waiting? Well stop waiting and take this shortcut to having. Believe that it's really all there but do not check. Why would you need to do so when you are in full control and you're just commanding your reality and confirming it in your brain even if you don't see it yet that it's already here. It is a way to bypass and reframe your mind to the version of you who already has it.
You don't have to follow this exactly or memorize it unless you want to. Make it natural and personal to you. Stop yourself from going back to the old story and change the story to the way you want it to be. You are the storyteller and the writer. I just wanted to share this vaunt that helped me earlier. You can also say something like the 3d has no power over you. Anyway, I really hope this will help bring you back to the new story and already having your desires where you should be. Know it's done and don't let the old surroundings bother you and change your mind. Don't pay any attention to it because what you focus on grows. You got this. You already do. Use this to accept and believe that you have it now. I fully accept and believe that I have all my desires.
LEAD THE SHEEP BACK TO THE PEN, if you know what I mean.
Yours Truly,
Lady Rian Whistledown 💋
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Instincts
Five times Emily doesn't yell at her mother-in-law, and one time she does.
Part 1/6
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Hi besties,
Hope you are all doing as okay as possible <3
Usually, I do these 5+1 fics as a one shot but I'm doing it a little differently this time and this will be a multi chapter.
The final chapter, the one time Emily does yell, will be based on a prompt I received!
As always, let me know what you think!
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Warnings: none for this chapter, pregnancy in later chapters
Words: 2.9k
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The first time it happens, she doesn’t even get to meet Caroline Hotchner.
It starts a few days before, when she can tell Aaron is nervous the moment he lets her into his apartment. She smiles curiously at her boyfriend as she steps past him, her lips catching his cheek as his hand skims her waist before he takes her bag from her, hooking it over his shoulder, “Waiting for me in the doorway kind of makes me having a key pointless.”
He chuckles, but it’s not the laugh she loves. It doesn’t come from his chest, doesn’t light up the space between them like it usually does, and it makes concern spark low in her gut. She furrows her brow as he closes the door, his focus on locking it behind them and setting the alarm.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, smiling when he turns to look at her, “I was just excited to see you.”
Emily hums, narrowing her eyes at him as she crosses her arms over her chest, desperately trying to read him - to see what had changed since she’d left him in his office at work just a few hours ago. She’d only gone back to her place to get more clothes. Her apartment was just a place where she kept her things these days because home was wherever Aaron and Jack were.
She’d considered breaking her lease and just moving in with Aaron. All of their friends made fun of them for it, playful smiles on their faces when they teased her for the fact she still had an exit strategy. It would upset her if she knew Aaron thought that way too, but she knew he didn’t, his defence of her always fierce even in the face of joking from their friends. The truth was, something that they were keeping between the two of them for now, that they recently started to look at a place to buy together. She loved sitting in bed with Aaron, her back against his chest, his legs bracketing hers and his chin on her shoulder whilst they looked through listings together. Their favourites either bookmarked on her laptop or circled in the paper. She hated moving, it reminded her too much of her childhood, so she didn’t want to do it twice in quick succession. So for now, she’d continue to occasionally go to her place to pick up some things, content to live in this in-between stage before she finally had everything she’d ever wanted. A home made of brick and mortar. A home made of the man she loves and the boy she loves as her own.
It was a future she was looking forward to. One with him and Jack and whoever else might come along too - the idea of having more children with him enough to make her giddy.
“I only went home to get some clothes, honey,” she says, trying to pull a smile out of him, the smile that belonged to her. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, his energy still nervous, and she sighs, “What’s going on?”
He clears his throat and puts her bag on his couch, “My mother called.”
She raises her eyebrows, her arms falling to her side, “Oh.”
His relationship with his mother was tense at best. They only spoke now and again, they exchanged phone calls on birthdays and holidays and occasionally sent each other gifts. Emily had never met her, but she’d overheard them talking on the phone, her name thrown around like confetti by her boyfriend, his smile always soft just at the mention of her.
“Yeah,” he says, walking towards her, his hands on her hips, “She’s in town.”
Emily nods, her eyebrows raising even further, already knowing where this was going, “Oh.”
“And she wants to meet you,” he says, squeezing her waist when she opens her mouth again, a third oh dying on her tongue, “Look, if you don’t want to meet her, I understand. I know my relationship with her is hard, and that you probably don’t have a lot of good feelings about her because of that-”
“Honey-” she says, finally breaking out of the slight stupor she’d fallen into. She smiles and cups his cheek, “You’re rambling. You don’t ramble,” she runs her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “It’s cute,” she smiles when he turns his head to kiss her palm, “Of course, I’ll meet her.”
The relief in his eyes is palpable, and she sees the tension in his shoulders loosen, “Really?”
She nods and leans forward to kiss him, her lips stamped against his, “Really,” she says, her nerves dampened a little by the relieved look on his face, the look in his eyes that makes him look like the little boy who never quite stopped looking for his mother’s approval, “She’ll be my mother-in-law one day,” she says, her arms snaking around his neck as he pulls her closer, “It would be awkward if the first time I met her is the wedding.”
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss her, putting all of his love into it. He tightens his grip on her hips so he doesn’t run to the bedroom to grab the ring he’d hidden in his sock drawer, not wanting to ruin his very meticulously planned proposal, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, “So, when are we going to meet her? Are you going to invite her here?”
“No,” he says, sounding more sure than he had since she’d walked through the door, and it makes her smile, “I learnt a long time ago a mutual ground is probably the right call. She likes Italian food. That new place opened up downtown but it’s almost impossible to get in.”
She shakes her head, carding her fingers through his hair, “Impossible if you’re not the daughter of a well-respected US Ambassador,” she says, smiling at him, “If the Prentiss name is good for one thing in DC, it’s for getting reservations.”
He sighs, shaking his head, knowing any favour she asked for from her mother never came for free, “Em, I know how difficult your mom can be, you don’t have to-”
“Hey, what good are my mommy issues if I can’t use them to help you with yours,” she says, leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll call my mom, she’ll get her assistant to get us a table and then she’ll passive-aggressively berate my life choices for 10 to 20 minutes. And you can pay me back in sexual favours.”
He chuckles and kisses her before leaning his forehead against hers, “Deal.”
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She’s able to focus on his anxiety instead of her own.
If she didn’t know him so well, it would concern her. Make her think that he was worried about her meeting his mother and not the other way around. There was no room for her to even consider that he was embarrassed by her, that he was anything less than proud to call her his. All the nervousness he was feeling, the way he was squeezing her knee like it was a stress ball, was all about his mother. The women he’d come from but couldn’t be more different than.
If there was one thing Emily understood, it was that feeling.
She places her hand over his on her knee as he parks up and she smiles, “I’d ask if you’re okay, but I think if you squeeze my knee any tighter the joint might pop,” she says, and he lets go. She grabs his hand before he can take it away, linking their fingers together and cutting him off so he doesn’t apologise, “It’s okay, honey. It’s dinner. We’ll eat, we’ll make conversation with your mother. And then we can go home and have sex.”
He chuckles and tugs their joint hands towards him and kisses her knuckles, “Why does it feel like our roles have been reserved here?”
She smiles, “Think about it this way,” she says, leaning across the centre console to kiss his cheek, “Your mom lives five states away. We don’t have to see her that often.”
He laughs, “I’m sure I should be assuring you everything will be okay,” he shakes his head at himself, “You’re the one meeting her. I don’t want to paint a bad picture of her. She’s not a bad person. She had a bad set of circumstances. My father was…a bad person and a bad father. She’s not a bad person, but she…”
“Wasn’t a very good mother,” she finishes for him, and he sighs and nods as she flashes a half smile at him, “I’m familiar with the concept,” she unhooks her seatbelt so she can turn to face him, her smile soft as she runs her fingers through his hair, “We can just go home you know. We can turn around. Jack is with Jess tonight so we could just get in the tub. Hang out. You could repay me for everything I went through for our cancelled reservation.”
He shakes his head and kisses her knuckles again, “No. I want her to meet you. To meet the woman I love,” he smiles, “You’re going to be my wife one day. The mother of my kids,” his smile gets wider when she blushes, “You should meet my mother.”
She nods and kisses him, “In that case, we should get going. Otherwise, we’ll be late,” she turns to open her door but he stops her, and she turns to look at him, “You okay?”
“I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything, you know that.”
“You know how you made me promise to not step in if I think your mom goes too far?” He asks, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she sighs, already knowing where he is going, “I need you to make me the same promise.”
She clears her throat, “Is she going to make me wish I hadn’t made this promise?”
“Probably.”
She chuckles, “At least you’re honest,” she huffs out a breath, “Well, I’ve had over 40 years of experience dealing with my mother,” she winks at him, “I can handle one night with yours,” she’s grateful to get a smile out of him, “It will be okay, honey.”
He holds her hand the moment they are out of the car, his palm warm against hers as they link their fingers together. She’d always loved holding his hand, found a comfort in it that she knew he found too. In the moments when she let herself be romantic about it, she tells herself they were made for each other. That the reason her hand fits so well in his, the reason their fingers link together perfectly, is because they were made with each other in mind.
His phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket, frowning as he turns it to show her, the word Mom flashing across the screen. They come to a stop on the sidewalk, stepping out of the way of other people, and he answers.
“Mom, hi, are you at the restaurant already, we’re just…” he drifts off, and Emily can hear the voice of the woman at the end of the phone, but not what she’s saying, “Oh, I see,” he says, looking at Emily, his lips pressed together and his eyes drifting shut, “I thought you wanted to meet Emily,” he adds, and she clenches her jaw as she runs her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand, “Well, yeah you can do that next time you’re in town. Or maybe we’ll come and see you.”
She can hear the disappointment in his voice, can see the irritation in his eyes, in the way he’s holding himself, and she gets as close as she can to him to provide the comfort he’d never ask for. She rests her head on his shoulder, and the extra height her heels give her means he can rest his cheek on top of her head as he finishes the call with his mom, exchanging goodbyes and see you soons in a way that’s so polite it makes her teeth ache. After he hangs up they stand in silence, still in their strange embrace with her head on his shoulder and both of her hands wrapped around one of his.
“She’s not coming?” She asks, even though she knows the answer, and she looks up at him. He shakes his head and clears his throat.
“No. She’s not.”
“Did she say why?”
“She bumped into an old friend. Went for dinner with her instead.”
She scoffs, “Instead of meeting up with her son?” She clenches her jaw, “Want me to call her back? I can give her a…” she drifts off when he raises his eyebrow at her, a hint of amusement in his smile, “Right. My promise. Does it count even if I haven’t met her yet?”
He chuckles wryly and kisses her forehead, “I’d say especially then,” he kisses her again, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she assures him, “It’s not your fault,” she squeezes his hand and hates the look in his eyes when they meet hers. He looks like a lost little boy, entirely too much like Jack, and it makes her want to steal his phone when he’s not looking and break her promise only minutes after she made it. She knows she won’t though, bound by a promise they’d now made each other about their mothers respectively, and she knew how annoyed and hurt she’d be if their roles were reversed, “Want to go home?”
He shakes his head, “No, Em. You went to a lot of effort to get this table-”
“Honey, I don’t care,” she says, cupping his cheek, “I can handle my mother if she says anything about us not using the reservation. I’m worried about you,” she strokes her thumb back and forth over his cheek, “If you want to go in we can, or we can grab a pizza on our way home and I’ll eat in my underwear to try and cheer you up.”
He laughs, the sound more real this time, more hers, and he smiles at her, “I do like the sound of the second option.”
“I know my audience,” she hums and leans forward, stamping her lips against his before she rests her forehead against his, “Home?”
He nods, blowing out a slow breath, “Home.”
She kisses him one more time before she steps back enough for them to walk to the car, both of her hands still wrapped around one of his, “I’m sorry your mom did this, Aaron.”
He sighs and unlocks the car, “Me too. I was looking forward to the two of you meeting.”
She slips in between him and the side of the car before he can open the door for her, “I know,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “And I was looking forward to meeting her too. Despite…everything, she still gave the world you. And that’s something I want to thank her for,” she says, worry sparking in her chest again when he tightens his hold on her, something she can’t name flashing in his eyes, “Baby, what is it?”
Aaron shakes his head, “It’s nothing.”
“You can tell me,” she says, reaching out for his hand, “You know that.”
He blows out a breath, “I guess I just wanted her to meet you before we start the next stage of everything. Not because I feel like I need her approval or anything. But she’s my mom,” he smiles sadly, “It would nice if she cared enough to meet the woman I’ve told her I’m going to marry one day soon.”
It makes her angry again. The heat of it washing over her in a way she knows has her gripping his hand a little too tight, her knuckles briefly paper white before she lets go, swallowing the fury back down because it’s not what he needs from her.
Not today.
Despite everything, the mere mention of their still hypothetical wedding makes her smile and she squeezes his hand, “I understand that, but if she misses out on anything it’s on her. Not you. Okay?”
He nods, “Okay.”
She leans forward and kisses him, “Now,” she says, kissing him again, “Pizza. Then home.”
“And you in your underwear,” he says, smiling as he steps away so he can open the car door for her, “I seem to remember that being part of the deal.”
“A deal is a deal,” she says, winking at him as he closes her car door once she’s climbed in. She’s alone in the car for a matter of seconds before he joins her, the key in the ignition as soon as his door is shut. “I just thought of something.”
He looks over and sees the vague look of horror on her face, the way she scrunches her nose up ever so slightly, “What, sweetheart?”
“One day our mothers are going to have to meet.”
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We really are living the Era of hustling gays on the BL-sphere. But who would’ve thought that Hwang Da Seul would be the one bringing duplicitous characters to KBLs?
The first half of the show plays all the expected beats from the director-writer: somber mood, grounded and realistic approach, intimate shots and this cold and harsh atmosphere, but I must say that when it comes to the craft this might be her best yet. Da Seul has technically never been better, the framing, angles, close-up shots, lighting, volume, you can tell she is doing the absolute most with very little she is given. The contrast between this and Where Your Eyes Lingers is striking, it’s amazing seeing how much she evolved since then.
Story wise, this is also a different one. Because while the first part could easily be taken as To My Star 2 depressed cousin the second half devolves into something entirely new and unique.
The moment Dohoe and Juyeong meet again something feels off, and not just because Dohoe vanished for twelve years. Yes, there is baggage between them, one dragging the past around and the other wanting nothing to do with it, but there is something more lurking around. Hints of what could be happening are slowly dropped along the way, other turns come without warning, the story being told here is still a novelty for KBLs.
Korean dramas as whole tend to depict perfect characters whose biggest flaws can be overcome or erased with the power of love. It’s not the case here. If anything, it’s the power of love that detonates the boys’ relationship and shows a different side of Dohoe that most didn’t see it coming when the series started. Juyeong was predictable for most of the run — the revelation that he knew everything about the scam was a nice curveball — and while we all expected Dohoe to change, seeing him take a dark turn was a (delicious) surprise.
He doesn’t make excuses, he has an evil side: Scamming his way to place where nobody bothers to look into his past, the series shows the many moments where he could’ve easily taken a different path, the openings to come clean with Juyeong, dragging Hyeon Ho with him and not letting go while knowing that he is just stringing him along. He could’ve cleared the mess he created, but as we know, he is committed to what he sets his mind to, it all boils down to him running from the past. None of that would’ve worked on the hands of a lesser actor; Nu Rim (in his first protagonist) and Seon (in his acting debut) are together another Da Seul staple: Couple oozing chemistry.
Whenever they meet in the first half the mood lifts, when they see each other in the second part the pressure rises and when Hyeon Ho is with them the tension skyrockets. Again, Da Seul has never been better behind the camera, she gets everything from them, every single emotion. But the show is not without it’s faults. My biggest gripe is with the time-jump, the twelve years gap felt like made mostly for shock value, could’ve been easily trimmed down, because such long spam of time required quite the suspension of disbelief in order for me to buy certain aspects and plot points. The show also tries to handle one particular storyline that doesn’t quite land for me.
Juyeong and Dahoe’s father relationship is very interesting. Abuser and victim find common ground and something changes, but we don’t see how that happens or how it come to happen, not fully. We get an idea, but that’s about it. Many saw it as some sort of redemption for the father. Personally, I didn’t read like that, there was no redemption for him, he was like that, violent, uncompassionate, desensitized and egoistical to the bitter end, the one element that left me curious was if he was really okay with having Juyeong as his son-in-law, they allude to this, the old bastard implies as much, but it’s left implicit, and then he dies. Oh well.
There is also the plot with the kid and the abusive parents. It was interesting having Dohoe dealing with that, but there is just so much happening that this particular storyline felt like an afterthought, so much so that it took me a bit by surprise when it resurfaced in the final moments.
That said, this one goes down the books as another solid entry in Da Seul’s filmography. That woman is always ready to put viewers through the wringer, and they will be happy to let her do so.
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It’s antithetical to what doctors are supposed to do, you are correct. But the antiabortion laws are so broad and so vague on what counts as “exceptions” that when a woman comes to the er presenting with a miscarriage, hemorrhaging badly, and experiencing severe sepsis - but sonogram shows the miscarrying fetus still has a heartbeat - doctors legally cannot do anything to help her survive because to do so could be viewed by a non-medically educated judge to have sped the miscarriage up. Because by law that counts as an abortion now. No matter that the woman is dying. No matter that her body is actively rejecting the fetus. That fetus has more rights - to life, to consideration, to medical intervention - than the already bleeding and actively suffering woman.
Since the abortion bans came into effect, hundreds of women* have died of preventable side effects of pregnancy - such as miscarriage. Many of these women wanted these babies. They had names picked out and nurseries set up and little onesies folded by the changing table. Many were mothers already, looking forward to another little life in the family. They were devastated to find themselves losing their babies. And when they went to the hospital for help they were told there was nothing that could be done, that their bodies would have to do it “naturally” because medical intervention in a miscarriage is a legal abortion.
The doctors’ hands are tied. Doctors are being told by judges and lawyers and governments that They. Cannot. Intervene.
Since the abortion bans came into effect - and are so broad and so vague and the government is so very willing to make an example of anyone stepping out of line - women with deadly cancer who become pregnant while on chemo and radiation are having their treatments delayed just in the possibility the fetus comes to term and doesn’t kill them both. Women - and girls - with debilitating medical conditions are being denied their medication because they are of “child bearing age” and could possibly become pregnant, whether they are trying for a baby or not.
And to avoid this uncertainty, many OBGYN are abandoning abortion-ban states entirely. They are literally fleeing these states because they fear being prosecuted for providing someone life-saving treatment that a judge who has never taken a single medical class would deem “unnecessary” or “too soon” and potentially send them to jail for decades if not life. This is leading to giant areas of the US with literally no OBGYN capable of providing pregnant women prenatal, labor/delivery, or postnatal care for hundreds of miles. Which in turn leads to more medically troubled pregnancies. So the mothers go to the ER. And the ER, too, is unequipped to handle to legal ramifications of something going wrong and they get shuffled through the system.
It’s not that doctors are incompetent or don’t care. It’s that the courts are actively restricting what they can do in these situations. They are being set up to fail. The law claims there are exceptions but it’s all a smokescreen to hide behind the “tragedy” of these “unforeseen deaths”. These deaths are built into the law. The lawmakers knew they would happen and calculated it an acceptable loss. They’re counted as collateral. Because they know the only way to prevent these deaths is to allow unfettered access to abortion, no questions asked. These deaths are marked as "died of natural causes" because pregnancy is natural, right? Pregnancy is beautiful. Pregnancy is a woman's purpose in life. Any interference in it is the unnatural thing, right? To admit that these deaths were avoidable is to admit you’re wrong.
Yet women are dying. Girls are dying. I don’t understand why you don’t seem to care.
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𖦹 DON’T LEAVE ME, PLEASE ᴺⁱⁿᵍ ʸⁱᶻʰᵘᵒ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
Pairing - Ning Yizhuo(NingNing) x f!reader
Genre - Fluff and angst
Warnings - fights, mentions of breaking up, slight swearing, breach of trust(?), second chance
Synopsis: After a stressful month, a week off with your girlfriend seems perfect, but all your expectations for the week fall when she just wants to hang out with her friends.
A/N: I did this sleepily, so sorry if it's not very good, plus I've never written angst before. Sorry for any writing errors, English is not my first language and I’m not fluent
You sighed as you finally opened the door to your apartment, after a day of work, all you wanted was to finally get some well-deserved rest, good news was that you would have a week off, even better news was that Ning would be there too, no. It couldn't get any better than that, right?
You took off your shoes smiling, but he fell slightly after hearing more than one voice coming from the room, well, your girlfriend always brought her friends home after work, just to talk and eat something, it wasn't any different. You took slow steps into the living room as you looked at the four girls, your girlfriend was the first to notice you and smiled so wide, you felt all the stress leaving your body just by seeing her smiling.
"Dear!" She got up and ran to hug you.
“Hi angel.” you wrapped your arms around her as you inhaled her scent, it certainly hadn't been long since she got out of the shower as her hair was damp at the ends.
“Y/n! Good to see you.” Ning let go of you just enough to smile at her friend.
“It’s good to see you too.” you smiled, seeing Giselle smile back while Karina did the same, Winter had her mouth full of food.
“Your hair looks so beautiful.”
“Thank you Unnie.” you smiled and then turned to your girlfriend “Can we talk for a minute.”
"Of course! I will be back in a moment." she warns and drags you to the kitchen “Are you hungry?”
“No, I already ate.” she just nodded and waited for you to say “You didn’t tell me you were going to bring them here.” She let go of your hand.
“This again? They are my friends, sometimes I want to spend time with them.” She crossed her arms and you just sighed.
“That's not the problem, but I just wanted you to let me know, you know? It’s been a rough week, I thought we could just relax together today.” she looked down.
“Well, we can do that when they get out anyway.” you agreed.
“I’m going to take a shower.” you left the kitchen and on the way said goodnight to the three girls before heading down the hall and into your room.
You took a hot shower and changed into comfortable pajamas, finally crawling into bed with a new book.
You don't know exactly how long it was before NingNing entered the room, but you had read a lot of pages so you just assumed it was a long time. The girl lay down next to you and took out her cell phone, you told yourself to finish this chapter before talking to her, it's your law that you follow to the letter. As soon as you finished, you placed the book on the dresser and turned lightly to your girlfriend, who seemed too engrossed in social media.
“Hey,” you walked over and placed a light kiss on her cheeks, “you look beautiful.” She smiled lightly and looked at you.
“It took you a while to say that today, thank you.” she sealed her lips with yours and you smiled showing your teeth.
"Serious? I’ve already told you that five times today.” she laughed and hugged you “I miss you so much, baby.”
“Then let’s stay like this all night, you’re so comfortable.”
“I would never reject that.” She looked at you and brought your lips together again, in a calm and tender kiss, like she always did before going to sleep. One of your hands cupped her cheek, bringing her closer, as you enjoyed the moment you waited for so long and it felt a thousand times better than in your thoughts, the feeling of Ning's warmth on you gave you goosebumps as one of her hands stroked your back. You separated to breathe a little.
“God, I love you so much Y/n.” You smiled and caressed her cheek.
“I love you so much, Yizhuo.”
You slept happily, cuddled up with NingNing, all your problems were gone while you were in your girlfriend's arms. The constant work ended up not letting you have a long conversation or a affectionate and relaxing moment with each other, you certainly value the days off for finally being where you feel like you would always belong, next to Ning Yizhuo.
In the morning, you and your girlfriend cook together, laughing and sometimes kissing, you can't stay away from her for long.
In the afternoon, you were ready to order something for the two of you, until you entered the room and saw her finishing her makeup.
“Are you going out?” You asked, going to sit on the bed as you watched her.
“I’m going to a cafe with the girls.” you agreed as you lowered your head.
“What time will you be back?” she looked at you as you just played with your fingers.
“I won’t be long, maybe at five, I’ll let you know anything.” you agreed and looked at her, now she was getting up to get her bag and her keys.
“Okay, have fun.” you smiled and she walked up to you, her lips joining yours for a few seconds.
"I love you."
"I love you."
You weren't sad about it, surely the next day she would reward you like she always does, you were looking forward to it, so you tried as much as possible to make time pass quickly until Yizhuo came back and you could have one more moment with her.
It was after five o'clock and she still hadn't arrived or sent a message, you sent one to her but she didn't see it and that made you worried. You sent her about ten messages before calling and being answered by a voice that definitely wasn't your girlfriend's.
"Dear?" you mumbled when you were finally answered.
“Ah, sorry, it’s a friend of hers, she’s your girlfriend, right?” You felt your chest sink.
“Yes, where is she?” You tried to recognize the music in the background, did it lie to you?
“On the dance floor with Karina and Giselle.” you sighed and sat down on the couch “Are you there?”
“Yes…” a deafening silence remained on the line until you finally spoke “Let her know she shouldn’t be late, please.” you barely waited for confirmation before you hung up, your head throbbing.
You looked at the clock, 7PM, you sank into the couch as you heard your phone ring, but you knew who it was and you didn't want to answer it again, it wasn't the first time she had done this.
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(You walked back and forth while looking at the clock from time to time, it was past midnight and NingNing hadn't arrived. The door was opened and you certainly never went to a place so quickly as this time.
“Yizhuo!” She looked at you and smiled.
"Dear!" She took off her shoes and you crossed your arms.
“Did you see what time it is? You didn’t tell me you were going to be late.”
“Oh, sorry, I guess I didn’t even remember to have my phone, I was having fun.”
“Having fun?” she agreed “Are you kidding me?” she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Sorry for taking so long, but I needed this, it’s been a stressful month.”
“I don’t mind you going to parties Ning, but can’t you just text me? I was worried about you, don't you think there's someone at home waiting for you? You’re not single Ning.” she sighed and crossed her arms, a position similar to yours.
“I know I'm not single, but I want to have fun with my friends too, I already apologized, what more do you want?”
“I want your fucking responsibility Ning Yizhuo, that’s what I want.” She was a little scared by your tone but you didn't change anything, you can't just give in to her anymore whenever you argue.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry honey, I won’t do that again.” you nodded “I’m so sorry…” she walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders “Are we going to forget this?” you felt soft lips against yours for a few seconds “Let me reward you, what do you think?” You held back a smile.
“Take a shower first.” she smiled and ran off to the bathroom and you cursed yourself again for falling so easily into your girlfriend's charms and eyes, well that was why you fell in love with her.)
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She broke her promise, she swore she would never do that or anything like that again, that she would never make you worry like that again, she did it again and you felt terrible. Did she cheat on you? Or did she just forget? It doesn't matter, she lied and you hate lies even more from someone you should trust.
You felt the tears in your eyes and you couldn't hold it back any longer, all the frustration of the month came together with the situation and made you sob from crying so much, you cringed as you put your face in your hands to try to control yourself, an unbearable weight on your chest heart as you remembered all the times someone ended up lying to you, you thought you were pathetic.
It took a few minutes for you to finally compose yourself and wipe your face and before long the door was opened. You sat down again as you looked in the direction your girlfriend was supposed to appear.
“Baby?” you saw her, she looked tense “Hey…”
“You did it again.” She flinched at your tone, you looked at the floor, not knowing what to do.
“I wish…”
"No." you felt your chest hurt “Don’t say sorry again, you promised.” you heard the footsteps towards you and felt the space on your side, you flinched as you felt your eyes burn again “What the fuck Yizhuo.”
“Are you crying? That's why?" his head turned to her.
"That's why?"
“Yeah, I mean, it’s not a big deal Y/n.” You looked at her for a few seconds, you didn't want to cry anymore. Did she think it was no big deal?
“You promised.” you mumbled.
“I just couldn’t wait.”
“You said you were going to a cafe.”
“We changed plans.”
“This changes everything.” you sighed and placed your hands on your knees as you closed your legs tightly. “You broke a promise, you broke my trust.”
“Oh, God, you are so childish.” She stood up, you looked at her not believing the words you just heard.
“Do you think I’m childish?” she agreed “Really? I’m sorry for trusting something you said yourself, I’m sorry for wanting to spend time with my own girlfriend, I’m sorry for worrying about you.”
“I’m an adult, Y/n, we both are, be an adult.”
“Fuck you.” you stood up and walked past her heading to your room, her words felt like cuts to you, your chest pounded quickly as you opened the door forcefully and heard the footsteps behind you.
"What are you doing?" She held you, you can't see her due to the tears.
“Leaving, what does it look like I’m doing?” you released your arm from her grip “Maybe you deserve someone more mature than me, don’t you think?” you picked up any suitcase.
“That’s not what I meant, honey I don’t want someone else.” she tried to hold you, you stopped and sighed heavily and wiped your tears. “Y/n please, please.” She held your hands.
“You will do it again.”
“No I… I won’t, I didn’t want to invalidate your feelings I’m sorry, please, I beg you.” You watched her bend over a little.
“You’re not going to change that easily.”
“I will, I will change, please don’t leave me, I love you so much…” you saw tears fall into her eyes. You sighed and looked to the side.
“You hurt me with what you said, you really hurt me.”
“My love, forgive me, I never wanted to hurt you, that was without thinking, please forgive me.” You looked at her, she was crying a lot now.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because I don’t want to lose you.”
"Really?" she agreed. “It’s the last time Ning Yizhuo, I swear if this happens again nothing you say will change my mind.” She agreed and hugged you.
“It will never, never happen my love, I promise.” you smiled and hugged her “I can lose everything, but not you… Oh god, never, not you…”
she kissed your lips and you felt the slight salty taste if your tears “I love you so much, I’m so sorry, I love that you worry about me, thank you for being my girlfriend.” You looked at her, you could see the affection in her eyes “You’re not childish, okay? I will never say anything like that again, never, I swear on everything, just never let me lose you.”
“That’s not up to me.”
“I know, I will do everything I can to repay you for this.”
She kissed you again, her arms wrapped around you as she cupped your cheek, you just let yourself feel her, the taste of her lips, the way she sighed as she kissed you, the world seemed to spin with the feeling of comfort that the girl passed you and the affection she left implicit in the middle of the kiss, caressing your cheek, pressing your lips carefully. You separated and you looked at her.
“I love you, Y/n”
“I love you too, Yizhuo.”
She smiled, you felt safe, you decided to trust her and now, you can say it was one of the best decisions of your life.
Your girlfriend made sure to never make you apprehensive or worried again, she sat and listened to you whenever you were stressed and just needed her and words of comfort, you felt that her fear of losing you was true just by the way she now looked much more worried before going out alone. She made you feel safe again, just like you always did with her.
Now you were sure that you belonged in Ning Yizhuo's arms.
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Playing With Fire - Cooper Adams X Female Reader
Title: Playing With Fire
Cooper Adams X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Riley (Mentioned), his son (Mentioned), Rachel, and a news reporter
WC: 2,926
Warnings: Mentions of murder/killing (none take place), slight change in canon storyline, very brief mention of affairs (none take place), single dad Cooper, arson mentioned, mentioned of mental illnesses, age gap (40's/20's), possessive Cooper (but not too much), nicknames, banter, slightly suggestive, mini angst, italics, and fluff
Cooper Adams had made it out. He had made it out alive and well, and his family - and all the people at the concert, including police and FBI - were none the wiser that he was The Butcher. He'd admit that they indeed made it difficult for him, but Cooper was smart. Intelligent in a way that allowed him to stay three steps ahead of everyone else, usually.
His ability to blend in, to become just another face in the crowd, was unmatched. The persona he had cultivated over the years, that of a loving father, a devoted husband, and a trustworthy firefighter, was nothing more than a well-crafted mask. Underneath it all, the real Cooper thrived in the chaos, satisfying the monster inside him.
He had managed to avoid arousing suspicion, maintaining his calm, collected demeanor even as the authorities closed in on others. He must've blacked out or something, he didn't remember how he and Riley had escaped - well, how he escaped. Riley still had no idea who or what her father was. And he’d like to keep it that way.
But, a week after Lady Raven’s concert, his carefully constructed world began to fracture. His wife thought that he was having an affair; he wasn’t.
The revelation came out of nowhere, after a quiet dinner that was too peaceful to be real. The kids had already gone to bed after devouring their dessert, and Cooper had felt a strange calm wash over him, knowing that his double life was safe. But then that all changed.
“I want a divorce.”
Rachel’s words hung in the air, colder than the untouched dessert of pie in front of him. For a brief moment, Cooper felt as if one of his lives was cracking, a sharp splintering sound reverberating in his mind. The mask he had worn for so long threatened to slip. But, he was Cooper, after all, and he had survived worse. He could gain control over most situations, and he'd gain control of this one. Just a bump in the road.
‘A divorce would be for the best,’ He reasoned with himself. He could play the part of the heartbroken husband, the loving father who still wanted to be in his children’s lives. He’d get sympathy, not suspicion. “Yes,” He said slowly, calculating his next move. “Maybe it’s for the best.”
His wife’s face softened, perhaps expecting resistance, but instead finding a man resigned to his fate. She had no idea she was giving him exactly what he needed.
She moved out, and into an apartment that following month. The divorce was finalized a few months later.
He was supposed to stop, he had planned to end his life, but his kids… He needed to be a part of their lives. This divorce was needed, but it changed his overall plan. And then, on top of everything that was happening, the concert happened.
He didn't know how they knew he was going to be there. His mind raced with the possibilities. But, it didn't matter in the end. He was stepping away from The Butcher’s legacy forever.
Cooper had always been the master of his own fate, and he intended to end his reign as The Butcher on his terms before the risks eclipsed the rewards. He was acutely aware that, sooner or later, the law would close in, or he’d slip up.
Overall, he wanted to step away from being The Butcher, to spend more time with his children. He didn’t want them to grow up with a father who wasn’t there for them.
And he escaped. He escaped, and no one knew he was The Butcher. Not the police, not the FBI, not even his family. Now, it was time. Time to step back, to retire from the darkness that had consumed him for so long. Time to slip back into the life he had built, the life of a father, an ex-husband, a firefighter - an ordinary man of everyday society.
He thought he would just go on with his life - spending time with his kids every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, going to work, and coming home to an empty house. Life carried on as before, just without his now ex-wife. The routine was supposed to be enough, a return to normalcy.
But, then he met you...
A year later, Cooper was at work when the sirens blared - there was a fire at a college dorm. It was just another job, another fire to extinguish. But as he arrived at the scene, hopping out of the firetruck, his attention was immediately drawn to you. You stood a safe distance from the blazing building, wearing worn-out Converse, shorts, and an oversized hoodie; with your college emblem on the back of it.
There was something unsettling about the scene before him. And then, as if sensing his intense gaze, you turned your head and your eyes locked with his. At that moment, something shifted within him. But before he could process the feeling, he snapped out of it and returned to work. Soon, the fire was manageable, and not even two hours later, it was extinguished.
After the flames were put out and the smoke had begun to clear, Cooper found himself drawn back to where you had been standing. He approached you and you looked up at him, and he had a chance to introduce himself. It was a brief exchange, but it was enough to spark a connection. A connection that he hadn’t been expecting.
~~~
Cooper had never expected his life to take such a turn. What started as an unexpected spark at the scene of a confirmed arson fire had blossomed into something deeper. He and you had been dating for a few months, and Cooper found himself surprisingly content. Your presence in his life brought a lightness he hadn’t felt in years.
Cooper often found himself marveling at how well you fit into his world. The age difference seemed insignificant compared to the happiness and stability you brought into his life. It was clear that you weren’t just a fleeting presence. Plus, his kids loved you; Riley had already seen you as a role model.
Yet, despite the joy and contentment, Cooper’s need for control never fully dissipated. His controlling tendencies extended into every corner of his life, including his relationship with you. He needed to know what you were up to when you went out, and he often texted and called you while you were at college, checking in on you with a frequency that some might find overbearing to those outside of the relationship. But you found it endearing. It was his way of maintaining control, of ensuring everything was as it should be.
When you were together, and he wasn't working, Cooper took it upon himself to handle everything as well, often insisting that you relax and not lift a finger. Whether it was managing household chores or planning outings, he was always there, ensuring you were comfortable and well cared for. To him, this wasn’t just about showing affection; it was a means to exert control, to keep every aspect of your shared life under his watchful eye.
Again, you didn’t bat an eye. You understood his need for control and found comfort in the way he took care of you; it gave you a routine. His meticulous nature was just another part of what made him who he was - and you loved who he was - it brought a sense of security and warmth to your relationship that you valued deeply.
His ex-wife, Rachel, never truly understood him. She noticed his obsessive tendencies and his need for control, but she often saw them as quirks rather than deeply ingrained aspects of his personality. She would sometimes dismiss his need for order and control, urging him to 'relax' or 'let things go,' which only heightened his anxiety and need for control. Their relationship eventually strained under the weight of these misunderstandings, leading to a growing emotional distance between them.
With you, you don’t just tolerate Cooper’s need for control; you seem to intuitively understand it. You recognized that his constant checking in, his insistence on handling everything, wasn’t just a desire to take care of you - it was a way for him to maintain a sense of stability in his world that he originally didn't have.
To keep a long story short, there was something about you that captivated him - perhaps because he had never met anyone who seemed to understand him as deeply as you did.
~~~
Keys jingling in the lock, Cooper opened the front door. The lights in the house were dimmed, only a couple of lamps leading to the living room. Shrugging off his jacket, he carefully folded it, placing it on the small table by the stairs; so he could easily bring it upstairs to his closet when he was ready for bed.
Searching, he found you on the couch, typing away on your laptop. Even though you and Cooper had only been dating for six months, he had practically begged you to move in with him. The thought of you staying in the college dorms didn’t sit well with him, especially after the fire that had occurred there nine months ago. It wasn't just the threat of fires that concerned him though; there were dangerous people out in the world - monsters - and the idea of you being so exposed made him uneasy. In other words, he wanted you for himself, and he knew that he was strong enough to protect you, if needed.
Living together gave him peace of mind, knowing you were safe and under his protection.
Looking up from your computer, you gave him a small smile. "Hey, Coop," You began, your voice warm. "How was work?"
Your attention drifted back to your screen, but Cooper knew that there was genuine interest in your question, the way you always cared about the little details of his day. It was one of the things he loved about you - how you made him feel important, even in the mundane moments.
"Busy as usual, paperwork mostly," Cooper replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you. "But, it’s better now that I’m home." He walked over to you. Leaning down, he cupped the back of your head with a hand, placing a kiss on the top of your head before sitting beside you on the couch. "What are you working on?" He asked, his gaze flicking to your laptop screen.
"History," You answer with a sigh, saving your work and shutting the laptop, "But, you're home now, so I guess I should take a break." You joked lightly, placing the laptop on the coffee table.
"Hmm," Cooper hummed thoughtfully, his hand sliding up to the back of your neck as he began to massage it. "You’ve been working hard, sweetheart. A break would be a good idea." His touch was firm yet soothing, a mix of care and control that you’d come to recognize as uniquely his.
You sighed, shutting your eyes, relishing in the feeling of Cooper's fingers working all the knots before running through your hair. "Want to watch something?" You muttered, fluttering your eyes open as he finished his little massage; settling more comfortably against him, tossing your legs over his lap, his hand instinctively resting just above your knee.
"Yeah, sure," Cooper agreed as his free arm traveled down to wrap around your waist. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don’t know…" You trailed off, "We could just scan until we find something mildly interesting."
Cooper nodded, before scanning through the channels. You were half paying attention to the TV screen, more interested in fidgeting with Cooper's hand on your leg. Cooper’s hand was large and strong, the kind of hand that seemed made for the work he did. Solid, capable, with slightly calloused fingers that spoke of years of hard labor. His skin was warm against yours, a comforting presence as his thumb occasionally brushed against you. The veins on the back of his hand were prominent, a subtle reminder of his strength - power - yet the way he held you was tender.
Your drowsiness vanished as the words "Breaking News: Ninth Arson Attack Strikes City, Possibly Linked to Serial Arsonist," filled the room. You straightened up, your attention fully captured by the screen. The images of a blazing warehouse played out in stark contrast to the comfort of the couch, the flickering flames reflected in your wide eyes. The newscaster continued the urgency in her voice. "In a shocking development, authorities are investigating a devastating fire that broke out late last night at a local warehouse, marking the ninth suspected arson attack in the city in recent months. The fire, which quickly engulfed the building, required multiple firefighting units to bring under control. Fortunately, no injuries have been reported, but the damage is extensive, and the warehouse is considered a total loss."
"I was there for that. Took hours to get the fire out." You heard Cooper say, his own eyes watching the scene before him on the screen. “Do you think they'll catch him?”
You hummed softly, "They might, but it’s not going to be easy for them."
The newscaster continued, "-Investigators are working tirelessly to piece together evidence from the crime scenes and are appealing to the public for any information that might lead to a breakthrough in the case. In the meantime, the city remains on high alert as the search for the arsonist intensifies."
As the newscaster continued to report, you leaned back into the couch, your hand stopping its ministrations to cover Cooper’s on your leg. "Well," You said casually, your tone carrying an eerie undertone, "He’s definitely made a name for himself. You know, it’s almost poetic, makes you wonder what drives someone to turn their pain into something so... Powerful."
Cooper glanced over, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Poetic? That’s an interesting way to put it."
You met his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in your eyes. "Yeah, well, it’s like he’s creating a masterpiece with every fire. Some people just have a way of making their mark, you know? Even if it’s through destruction." As the newscaster’s report droned on, you shifted slightly, your eyes never leaving the screen. You spoke with a casual air, but your words held an unsettling edge. "For example,.. Serial killers and serial arsonists..," You trailed off, your tone almost contemplative, "They're not so different, really. Both are driven by something deep, something they can’t quite control."
There was a pause, and Cooper’s eyes narrowed, staring at the side of your face. Did you know? Did you know about him? And with the way you spoke, so intimately about the mindset of someone who causes chaos and leaves destruction in their wake, felt eerily familiar. It was as if you were speaking from a place of experience, not just observation.
Suddenly, the memory of that night - the night he first saw you at the dorm fire, standing so calm in the face of destruction - came rushing back. The pieces fell into place in his mind.
You weren’t just intrigued by the arsonist’s actions; you were speaking from the perspective of someone who knew all too well what it was like to manipulate fear and destruction. The recognition was there, behind the facade of your own calm demeanor, and Cooper couldn’t shake the feeling that you were hiding a darker truth about yourself.
Cooper leaned in closer, his honeyed gaze intense but measured. He kept his voice low, “You seem to have a pretty deep understanding of what drives someone to create chaos.” His words were carefully chosen, probing but vague, designed to test the waters without directly accusing you. He maintained a steady, almost casual demeanor, hoping to gauge your reaction without revealing his own suspicions; he turned in his seat, facing you, his arm slipping from your waist to rest on the back of the couch.
You met his gaze with a knowing smirk, your eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and something darker. “Well, not only do I take a Criminal Justice class, but…” You paused smoothly, your voice carrying a hint of playful menace, “I’ve always found that understanding the darker side of human nature can be quite enlightening. After all, everyone has their dark sides and secrets. Some are just better at hiding them than others. Don't you agree, Cooper?" You tilted your head.
‘Yeah… You knew. But how?’ He stared at you, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of recognition. “Yes,” He murmured slowly, his dark brown eyes narrowing ever so slightly, “I do agree.”
The room seemed to hold its breath as his hand on your leg moved up, his fingers gripping your inner thigh with a possessive yet tender pressure.
"Well," You began, voice back to its usual lighthearted tone, "I don't know about you, but I am exhausted," You stood from the couch, only to bend down, your hand cupping his stubbly cheek, tilting his head up to meet yours, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, "And I would love nothing more than to snuggle with you."
Yeah… You understood. Cooper looked up at you, his dark eyes softening as he felt the warmth of your kiss.
He smirked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he stood. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get some rest."
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Hisoka's sexual interests are both better and worse then we thought.
A lot of people are caught up in oh he draws the line at bestiality, but not pedophilia, but I think we need to focus on the fact that Hisoka is straight up calling fighting to the death sex.
No foreplay, not build up that makes him horny, fighting and killing someone is the definition of sex to Hisoka and that changes everything.
First of all if his end goal is to murder someone and not do anything with anyone's genitals then while he may get hard over it or even off to it we would not consider him having sex with that person by fighting them to the death.
By our definition of sex Hisoka is not a pedo because he doesn't want to actually do anything we consider sexual to kids or possibly anyone else. I want you to think about that for a min. If fighting plus killing equals sex for him he might have no interest in real sex at all. The most horny dude on the planet might not actually be down to literally fuck anyone strong that moves.
He could not even get off to it and just enjoy being horny and not letting himself cum. This fucking clown man could actually be super chaste by common meaning of the word sex. Virginity is not impossible. Let that sink in.
Even if he does cum if I came whenever I shake someone's hand they didn't have sex with me when I shook their hand. That's a me problem. If it happens when I shake a kid's hand that's weird and gross and horrifying, but I don't think that's sexual assault? Although if it was done on purpose it may be something else? Hell of a weird thing to think about. I don't know what you would call it.
So for someone that has been certain from the beginning that Hisoka cannonly wanted to stick his dick into little boys this is pretty mind blowing, but....but the thing is.
Hisoka does think he's a pedo.
If fighting a strong animal to the death is bestiality for him and fighting lots of people to the death at once is an orgy then fighting a child to the death is pedophilia by his own definition.
Assuming hear me out here that Hunter X Hunter has an age of consent in that world at all or that it's anywhere close to ours. I know gross idea. No one likes it, but it would track.
Mito allows 12 year Gon to get on a boat by himself to take a dangerous test that could kill him. The whole island loves it. No one says he's just a kid. Certainly no that's illegal children must have adult supervision or even a school is mandatory. She doesn't want him to go, but there are no laws that would make him stay. At least on whale island so let's look at the exam.
Captain, crew, and passengers think it's weird a kid is taking the exam so young, but no one is concerned about laws or what not.
Exam officials are just like here's your number. No parent's permission or signing a waver at all. No one in the exam is concerned. Moving on to the next place Haven's area is the same.
I see you two unaccompanied minors would like to enter into a tournament where you might die! Right this way please! They aren't hiding it. This is a big city and if Gon died on live TV to Hisoka no one would get sued.
Child endangerment laws don't exist. If a 12 year old can sign up to die why would there be laws about them not being allowed to jump on adult dick?
Also Hisoka says very sexual things about the children in front of people that do not treat him like the scum of the earth for it. Like there are deeply evil people that would lose their shit at a mild suggestion that someone wants to fuck kids.
You think Bisky didn't notice how he stared at the boys on greed island? The kids she felt motherly towards? Didn't bother her at all.
I mean I don't think it's wildly accepted to fuck kids, but I don't know if it's illegal there. Most people see or hear him being creepy and act like he said he likes pineapple on pizza. Everyone could hear him talk in his fight with Gon. No one was calling him out on saying he's hard in front of the child.
Does Meteor city where Hisoka is from have any laws at all? Baby's are dumped off there. As insanely dark as it is at least some kids are gonna picked up for sex work.
The reason I bring this up is that Hisoka says he's normal and while he is a lair he was talking to himself and he's normally self aware. If pedos are a thing there then I think he would consider himself one and therefore I don't think he would use the word normal.
At the very least I think the age of consent might be terribly low or Hisoka was so used to seeing kids fucked in his hometown that he thinks it's normal, but again he doesn't actually want to fuck them, but he thinks killing is fucking so......ARUGH!
Don't get me started on his thing with Illumi. Are they fucking??? Clearly Hisoka thinks their relationship is going to lead to his kind of sex. We don't know how they met so they could have started out as fighting to the death and it was a tie so he thinks they are lovers?
Does someone have to die for it to be sex for Hisoka. Like if someone is fighting of their life and he spares them for later is that foreplay or a blow job?
Does Hisoka think he's done the nasty with Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika?
If Chrollo had used the spider members to cheat with his fight with Hisoka (I don't think he did) making it more then one on one without his permission does that mean Hisoka would consider himself gangraped since the rules of the sex changed?
Lots of things to consider here. Personally I have a fanfic that I was very proud of him being in character that I need to make serval changes too. I thought killing animals if he couldn't kill people would help with him control bloodlust, but I've misunderstood him in a big way.
How does everyone think this changes their view of Hisoka if it does at all and do you think that if Hisoka is a pedo with his own way of thinking then he should be considered one regardless of the exact actions he's taking towards children?
Also what is up with everyone's weird reaction when Hisoka doesn't hide that he's getting turned on by children? Are the laws super different or does no one think he would actually fuck a kid? Like what's going on with that? Is Togashi just blind at how most people see pedos?
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