#rich person kool aid

[watusay]

All I'm going to say is I was bored

[hussyknee]

[ID of above image: tweet by PopCrave: 19 year old passenger of the Titanic submersible didn't want to go on the voyage and was "terrified", but agreed to do it for his Dad on Father's Day, a family member says. [Link to NBC news]. Attached image of a bespectacled middle aged man and a taller round-faced teenage boy beaming at the camera in the backdrop of a sunset.]

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Some local context. Please hold all these concepts together in your brains:

"Billionaires of colour are the same as white billionaires and as complicit in colonization and capitalist violence"

"Wealth hoarding is inherently an act of brutality and philanthropy is simply trying to whitewash this fact"

"Their philanthropy meant a lot to their countrymen who needed their help"

"Billionaires as individuals have good and bad qualities same as everyone else, and people are free to feel for individuals while hating what they represent"

"Knowing local context is important, especially of a Global South country, regardless of whether it changes your opinion"

"People of the Global South have no more consensus on the people who oppress them than Westerners do, and the exploited poor are more likely to feel grateful to the rich who give a damn about them"

"A 19 year old of an oppressive class is still barely more than a child, even if on his way to being as much of a problem as his parents"

this is the only person on that ship i feel bad for

he literally had no desire in any way shape or form to go on that sub, knowing full well it was a deathtrap, but was pressured into doing so by his dad

[genderqueerdykes]

if your brand of "lol fuck capitalism eat the rich" stops the second it would involve a poor person enjoying convenience or even joy, you drank the kool-aid and are in fact a capitalist. you just hate the fact that you have to spend money and think it should be relegated to the poor. if you sincerely get offended or upset when a poor person spends money on their hobbies, entertainment, or whatever else it may be, but then not bat an eyelash when a rich person does it because "they earned it," you are a capitalist. you readily guzzled down rich people's brainwashing and it does nothing for you because they don't care about you, and their money is not yours.

believing that you should have to earn happiness is a capitalist belief. believing that you should have to earn convenience is a capitalist belief. believing that poor, addicted, homeless, disabled and people of color don't deserve "nice" or "good" things because they're disadvantaged is an inherently capitalist belief. these beliefs are cruel and dehumanizing and they don't get you ahead, they make us all lose. none of those beliefs even closely align with "eat the rich" or "fuck capitalism". wake up.

[nuadaargetlamh]

One is a convicted criminal that wants to:

Institute a dictatorship “on day one only” (with majority support from his party!)

Give a greenlight to Project 2025

Use a weakened Schedule F to install THOUSANDS of cronies

Institute military tribunals for his political enemies (and allies!)

Gun down “enemies from within”

Support Russia in wiping Ukraine off the map

Use the combo of the removal of the Chevron deference/the Supreme Court allowing people to openly bribe them/Schedule F to extend the far-right’s reach into every government agency and deregulate everything to the benefit of his rich capitalist buddies

Has gotten total immunity for “official acts” (what counts as “official”? Whatever his Schedule F appointed judges choose of course.)

Already took away so many freedoms from racial minorities/queer people/women/anyone-that-isn’t-a-rich-white-man that it would take ages to list them all in this post

and so so so so SO MUCH MORE.

The other is a typical neoliberal politician.

Remember also, you’re not just choosing a president, you’re choosing their cabinet, potential Supreme Court justices, federal employees as well. With the above listed ALONE, Trump would do so much more damage than just what he can do himself. That’s not including everything else his Federalist Society Supreme Court would and have given him on a silver platter. Supreme Court Justices are for LIFE, and we’ve already seen the potentially irreparable damage this far-right activist court has done to the fabric of democracy.

Project 2025 really deserves a part to itself just to list some of what it includes: complete abortion/contraceptive ban (no exceptions), destroying worker’s unions and protections, remove Social Security/Medicare/Affordable Care Act, end civil rights protections in government, ban teaching the history of slavery, remove climate protections while gutting the EPA, end equal marriage and enforce the “traditional family ideal”, use the military to gun down protests, mass deportation of legal immigrants (especially Muslims), ending birthright citizenship, pack the lower courts, and plenty more. The far-right wasn’t able to take full advantage of Trump’s presidency the first time since it was so unexpected. They’re preparing so that they won’t make the same mistake again. THERE ARE OVER 900 PAGES OF POLICIES AND PLANS THAT THEY ABSOLUTELY WILL IMPLEMENT IF THEY WIN. READ IT. Anyone that says they won’t is either a liar or already drank the Kool-Aid. Isn’t it interesting that every politician that supports it, including his vice president, wants Trump to win?

Not to mention, if you care about Palestine (like I do, a lot), Trump would be MUCH WORSE for Palestine than the other candidate, supporting Bibi going “from the river to the sea” and already cut off millions in aid to Palestine in 2018 (which Dems reversed!). If you support a free Palestine and don’t vote blue, you have categorically hurt them more than if you did. Even Palestinians themselves want the Democrat candidate over Trump. There is no quick and bloodless peace deal that both Palestine and Israel would ever agree to. The road to an end of the Palestine-Israel conflict is going to be long and difficult, probably decades of dedicated de-radicalization in both states, and will involve far more than one person’s decisions in the end. Unless Trump takes power, and avoids all that by sending enough bombs to turn the Gaza Strip into dust.

There are a few reasons you would choose to vote third party in a FPTP system (support ranked choice voting btw) or not vote “in protest” while ignoring all the state and local elections that affect your area more than the president. Either you’re privileged enough to not be affected by what Trump would bring, you’re ignorant of the consequences, or you care more about doing nothing perfectly rather than doing something, anything that isn’t 100% ideologically “pure” to fight against the far-right fascist movement.

Am I a democratic socialist? Yes. Am I a realist? Also yes. In every single down-ballot race, and through my activism, I will fight for the rights of the oppressed and working-class. But the Presidency isn’t fucking winnable right now, and probably won’t be for decades. Pro-corporatist/anti-worker sentiment is baked into the fucking bones of this country and its people. A majority of eligible voters wouldn’t vote for Bernie, and he’s barely center-left. Voting for anything other than one of the two big parties is a useless feel-good gesture at the moment. Or you’re a dumbass accelerationist, and if you are, honestly go fuck yourself.

Let’s say you want a socialist revolution, full-tilt government takeover. I want that too, in my wildest dreams! We’re on the same page there. So how are you going to do it. How? HOW? What pro-worker activist groups are you working with? Are you encouraging your workplace to form a union? Volunteering for/donating to your local farmers’ co-op? Canvassing for pro-worker legislation? Hell, even something as small as distributing free copies of high-school/college textbooks, so that those of poorer means have a better chance at affording advanced education? Are you doing anything to help? Any praxis at all, rather than typing wishful thoughts of revolution alongside insults to people who aren’t as “correct” as you on the internet?

Every voter that still supports Trump is energized by every cruelty he enacts, while millions of Democrats and third-partyists care more about purity tests and manifesting socialist revolution tulpas than avoiding a fascist dictatorship.

Have a brain, touch grass, and vote blue all the way down that fucking ballot.

[bigskydreaming]

And on the topic of how Dick might have reacted to the Felipe Garzonas case, especially when still on the outs with Bruce himself....

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The way Jason Todd warily eyed the device in his hand, one might think it was an instrument of great and terrible destructive power, rather than just…his own personal cell-phone.

To be fair, he was Robin, and pretty used to the idea that even the most unlikely of things could be used for evil in Gotham. It could’ve been stolen and replaced at some point by a henchperson of Mr. Freeze, and using it could unleash some kind of cryogenic freeze ray that would turn him into a Robinsicle. Mad Hatter could be up to shit again, and dialing the phone at this very minute might mean syncing it up with a remote radio signal that would override his natural brainwaves and turn him into Tetch’s mindless minion of like…doom and stuff. Or…or…

Or sometimes, even in Gotham a phone is just a phone, and Freud is still a dumbass. And neither of the above possibilities had anything to do with why Jason was being a giant freaking pansy about entering the last digit of the phone number he would never ever admit to having had memorized for months now.

Nightwing had said to call if he ever needed to talk. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t actually want Jason to call, right? Like, its not as if Jason had remotely been expecting him to do that, so its not the sort of thing someone did just because it was ‘expected’ or shit. He was pretty sure. Rich people manners were weird though. Had to factor that in.

But Nightwing had also even made a point to say not talking to people about stuff was Bruce’s problem and that Jason shouldn’t let it be his problem too, and even though months ago Jason had been a starry-eyed dumbass who was totally drunk on the Bruce is the Bestest Kool-Aid or whatever, ‘Wing had definitely known what he was talking about there. So maybe he’d get it, and having this conversation with him wouldn’t be. Like. The actual worst idea in the history of ever.

Deductive logic said that Jason was getting worked up over nothing and there was no rational reason for him to be this nervous about dialing a fucking phone number. And he’d gotten pretty good at the whole deduction shit, given all the work he and Bruce had put into training his mind to view the world through entirely new paradigms, so Jason was pretty sure his math on that checked out. But on the other hand, Bruce was a hypocritical asshat that Jason was currently not speaking to, so what the fuck did he know about anything?

Aaaaand he was back to square one. Well damn. This was excellent. Very productive. Good hustle out there, Jay.

Sighing gustily, Jason flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten used to how luxurious and cushion-y his ridiculously expensive mattress was. He’d gotten soft, he told himself. Then he scoffed at the idea that the past year and a half of rigorous Robin training and patrols had made him less tough than the pipsqueak he’d been back when living on the street, getting his ass kicked by bigger and badder on the regular. That hadn’t been hardness, that had been bravado.

But it had gotten him this far in life, so maybe there was something to be said for it after all?

Ugh. Decisions were hard. He objected on principle. He also really wanted to understand why he was this nervous…if he could literally fill the guy’s shoes and kick supervillain ass as Robin, what freaking sense did it make that he couldn’t even call him up on the phone?

Maybe you just know better than to ask him questions you don’t really want to hear his answer to, a smug voice said in the back of his mind. It sounded suspiciously like Willis Todd, which was all kinds of weird and fucked up, cuz Jason was damn sure his abusive a-hole of a deadbeat dad had never said anything that insightful in his life.

Which meant it was his own screwed up subconscious - presenting in the voice of his not so dearly departed douchebag dad, no less - that had Jason reacting out of spite, entering the last number and hitting Talk, all while totally on autopilot. Because apparently we’re all making healthy life choices in this Chili’s tonight, Jason snickered somewhat hysterically while his phone rang once, twice, three times.

Ugh. Was he always this fucked up in the head and he just never noticed, or was it a side effect of running around rooftops in a cape. Inquiring minds wanted to know.

“Hello?” Someone said then, answering on the fourth ring. Jason sat bolt upright, his nervous humor vanishing as quickly and unexpectedly as it’d hijacked him in the first place. For all that he’d only actually interacted with the older man a few times, his voice was instantly recognizable. As was his slight confusion.

Right. Because why would Nightwing have the untraceable number of the latest burner phone Bruce had given Jason, when the ever paranoid Bat had him swapping out phones every freaking week? Duh, Jay.

“Uh, its me,” Jason said hastily, as if he could somehow catch up to and overtake the epically long ten second silence he let lapse before his mouth started making words again. “Jason?”

“Jaybird! Hey! What’s going on?” The older vigilante’s tone instantly morphed into one of surprised delight, so apparent even across the phone that Jason actually pulled it away from his ear and stared at it, as if that could explain Nightwing’s inexplicable giddiness. He’d literally only met the dude three times. Give or take a concussion he was forgetting about maybe? Weird.

Then again, the older man was a circus performer from birth. Might just be good at faking being super excited to hear from people? Whatever. Still weird.

“Uh, you said to call if I was ever having, I dunno, issues with Bruce I guess? So I kinda had a question? I mean, if you’re not busy or anything.”

Just one question? Willis’ voice asked snidely, echoing in time with the rapid tripartite beat of Jason’s heart. Since apparently everything Jason said was trying to come out with a question mark attached to the end of it at the moment. Ugh, fuck you, subconscious, Jason thought forcefully, even as he ransacked the recesses of his mind for that bravado he was thinking about earlier. It had to be in here somewhere…

“No worries dude, I’ve got time. Hit me!” Nightwing said cheerfully. His lighthearted cadences were so at odds with the sweat suddenly breaking out on Jason’s forehead, the younger teen couldn’t help but wince in anticipation of its inevitable change once he got his actual question out. This was a bad idea, he decided, way too fucking late for it to make a difference. He had a hunch Nightwing wouldn’t be content to ‘just forget it’ or whatever even if Jason chickened out now.

So he took a deep breath, shrugged and did what Jason Todd did best. Said fuck it, put pedal to the metal, and drove at full speed for the metaphorical police barricade that was his way of picturing all the things telling him He Should Definitely Just Not.

“Do you think I’m someone who could kill somebody in like, cold blood?”

Aaaaand there went the lightheartedness. Well, he’d definitely stone cold killed that, Jason thought grimly into the silence that followed.

“Huh,” Nightwing said at last. “You’re gonna have to give me a second to switch gears here, Jay. I was kinda expecting something along the lines of ‘how do I avoid Bruce giving me the safe sex talk.’”

Jason flushed and nodded jerkily, not that the older man could see it. Still, it’d been enough of a workout just getting to this point. He didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth next if he kept trying to force it. Thankfully Nightwing didn’t make him wait too long before continuing.

“I think anyone’s capable of killing somebody in the right circumstances,” Jason’s predecessor began carefully. Except that was not remotely what he wanted to hear. Or helpful.

“I’m not looking for platitudes,” Jason grit out, not angry at the other vigilante so much as the whole fucked up mess and his inability to think about anything else at this point. “It’s just a simple fucking question. You’ve met me, do you think like, I’d be capable of just killing somebody or not.”

“I’m not offering platitudes,” Nightwing continued calmly, as if he wasn’t phased by the younger boy’s interruption or sudden aggression at all. “And its not a simple question at all. Speaking from experience, most people wouldn’t think of an eight year old as a cold-blooded killer, but that’s what I could have been if Bruce hadn’t stopped me from killing my parents’ murderer when I first tracked him down. And yet that’s still totally different from when I held a gun on Two-Face barely a couple years later, about to shoot him because somebody else told me to, and because I wanted to hurt him like he’d hurt me. Wouldn’t you agree those are two different situations and two different ‘kinds’ of cold-blooded killer? Context is kinda a big deal here.”

Huh. First off…what the fuck? Jason stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to hurry up the processing functions of his brain because, again, what the fuck? He was like ninety nine percent positive none of that had been in the Dick Grayson Is The Greatest and Here Are All The Reasons Why brochure he’d had read to him every time someone new found out he was Wayne’s newest stray, and like. Uh. Yeah, that part would have definitely stood out. Because once more, with feeling:

“What the fuck?”

Oops. That hadn’t been supposed to be out loud. Bad mouth. Bad.

Nightwing just did a weird kinda half laugh half sigh combo. Rueful, Jason would describe it, if he were describing it to someone else, which it kind of felt like he was, relaying the conversation to himself now that it’d taken a hard right turn into the surreal.

“Blindsided you with that, huh? Sorry, should’ve figured neither of those are the kinda stories Bruce would want to share with you. Then again, I don’t really have any idea what Bruce has told you about me.”

“Not much,” Jason admitted. Which was a major source of irritation, if he was being honest. The much sung praises of Dick Grayson came from literally everyone he met except for Bruce. Who usually just got a pinched expression whenever Jason brought him up, and a rapid subject change that was not nearly as subtle as Bruce seemed to think it was.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Nightwing sighed. “I hope you haven’t put too much stock in anything else you’ve heard about me then. I’ll admit to a bad habit of enjoying my mystique, so secondhand hearsay tends to lose my best nuances.”

Despite himself, Jason’s lips curved up and he let out a rueful huff of his own. “I mean, this definitely isn’t where I saw this conversation going.”

The older man chuckled. “Thought I was going to just assume the worst and chuck the book at you?”

“Well. Yeah.” Jason shrugged, even though he knew it wouldn’t come across. “Bruce did.”

Nightwing heaved an exasperated breath. “Yeah, that’s the thing about B. Sometimes, he’s great. Other times, he’s an ass. Its kinda an either or thing. He’s never really mastered the art of finding a midpoint between two extremes. Mostly because he’s never seen the point of aiming for middle ground.”

“Well its not like he’s ever really had to,” Jason griped. It just slipped out before he could stop it, leaving him feeling guilty for bad-mouthing B when he wasn’t around to defend himself. Especially since he knew Nightwing wasn’t the guy’s biggest fan these days. But he couldn’t deny it also felt good, in a way.

To his surprise, Nightwing just laughed. And not even in a malicious, spiteful kind of way, but almost relieved.

“God, thank you. You’d think that ‘hey, so my billionaire guardian kinda has entitlement issues’ would be a water is wet kind of revelation, but try saying something like that to pretty much anyone else…”

“And they look at you like you’re an ungrateful asshole?” Jason finished for him. Not that he’d ever actually tried saying that to anyone before, though he’d definitely thought it a time or two. But he could all too easily imagine the reactions he’d get, which was pretty much why he’d never gone so far as to speak the words.

“Yup,” Nightwing drawled, dragging out the p and popping it with emphasis. “And its not about being grateful or not, its just…there are some parts of everyone that just aren’t up for grabs, for other people to weigh in on or take charge of, you know? And a lot of people just don’t get that…because nobody’s ever tried it with them, or had to deal with expectations that…overstep, let’s call it?”

“Is that why you left?”

Jason winced the second it left his mouth. Too far. Definitely way too far, but he’d just gotten unexpectedly comfortable with the back and forth, and now he’d done the overstepping thing himself and was left with just dead air.

But ten seconds of heavy silence stretched into twenty, and went no further, as Nightwing sighed into his side of the phone again.

“The spiteful part of me wants to say it was more of a push than me just up and leaving,” he laughed again, but this time with unmistakable bitterness. “But even while that’s true, its not really the right answer to your question, because no matter how much of a clusterfuck that was at the time, its not…I mean, I knew at the time how to fix it. Where and how I needed to cave in order to make up with him and let things get back not quite to normal, but at least close enough.”

The pause wasn’t as heavy or tense this time, as Jason could almost sense the older man gathering his thoughts, trying to put them into words. He bit his lip rather than risk any more unexpected utterances escaping. This might not have been where he’d thought his phone call would lead, but now that he was here, hearing the answers to questions he’d wanted to ask for over a year and finding them almost comfortably familiar, he wasn’t going to risk distracting Nightwing or shutting him up for well. Anything.

“But it would have meant me caving. Settling in ways that I just…couldn’t. So in a way, yeah, I did leave, it was still my choice. And all of that was definitely a big part of it. I love Bruce, I do. I just couldn’t live with him anymore. Not without feeling like I had to give up my own autonomy and just be what he wanted. Or what he’d expected me to grow up to be, back when he first took me in. And as grateful as I am to him for that, I can’t honestly say I would have stuck around back then if I knew that was the price tag attached. I’m not…I don’t do well with people trying to force me to stick to one place, one thing. I was born on the road, you know? When I was a kid, I expected to spend the rest of my life living like that. Home was people. Not places. And so Gotham…its never fit me quite right, the way it does him, or even Barbara. Its not like I was miserable there, its just.”

“It wouldn’t have been your first choice,” Jason finished again, quietly. There was silence again for awhile.

“No. No, it wouldn’t have been. Not then.”

[gaiuskamilah]

finished crimes 2 (again), and i enjoyed it more than the first book but i think crimes 1 on a technical standpoint was better, especially from the angle it was going for with religion being used to control people and how awful politicians, rich people, cops, etc are. with book 2 it was trying to do something similar with how monarchy and legitimacy are terrible but i feel like it focused too much on presenting the illegitimate children - the victims of this institutionally mandated traditions - as individually bad. i feel like an illegitimate child shouldn't have been the killer. if the book stuck with the original premise of 1) the person behind the killings not wanting the act for heir equity passed (and thus would maintain the power of the married couple and their legitimate children) and 2) wanted trystan out of the line of succession (non-traditionalist beliefs, sympathetic to the act, doesn't drink blood purity kool-aid), i would have enjoyed that more because then the killer would ACTUALLY be someone with a lot of power and influence instead of someone who's been routinely belittled and thrown aside by the stupid laws of monarchy.

i feel like they snuck in the lydea-is-a-bastard-actually to give a statement on how monarchy's blood purity sucks when imo it's just... kinda ass? lydea has lived all her life as a postured legitimate child, experienced the privileges of that, while eveline's children have been belittled for not having the right mother since birth. sebastyan, juliana, and even vasili first sought solutions to the ignorance of eveline's children through playing with the system that doesn't put much value on them in the first place. i think it would've been better if, despite these "doing it the right way" efforts by them, they were shot down by those above them anyway.

no one asked but here's my ideal scenario:

queen viktoria is the killer, as she has the most political influence to lose with the passing of the act and trystan is not interested in ruling anyway + is harder for viktoria to control.

viktoria arranges a marriage between trystan and juliana, an ambitious woman with which the act would've made her career, and takes the opportunity to kill juliana and exile trystan, putting lydea as heir

lydea is viktoria's favorite child and listens to everything viktoria says, and having her as queen would mean viktoria still has political power. lydea will do what viktoria says even if she doesn't personally enjoy it, as seen with how she didn't enjoy being heir but did it anyway.

overhears trystan's plans to pass the act, takes the steps to kill nadja and frame trystan (again).

the other children are the first suspects but it eventually leads to the queen, who's the personification of tradition, law, and family. the ignorance of the welfare of children for the better of institutions that don't care for them is a constant theme throughout the book as it already is, what better way to highlight that than by making the actual figurehead of that the villain?

trystan and lydea affirm their individuality and defy viktoria's machinations, especially on lydea's front.

they catch viktoria, the act is passed, and vasili, who isn't a Twisted Cycle Path but DID have a history with juliana which made him a suspect at first is made king by trystan, lydea as his second hand. vasili is just a Nice Guy. nothing wrong with him. he'll make a good king, even trystan called him their favorite brother and was supportive of the act because it meant the throne would go to vasili instead of lydea.

trystan leaves to go to new york with rose, finally being able to actually choose a life for themself for the first time.

my Real ideal scenario is they'd do away with monarchy altogether but i think that would take some time lmfao. but it's there.

[mireya-the-awkward-extrovert]

♪Mireya

My main acc: @mireyaaaaaa

☆Name: Mireya

☆Age: 14

₊·*◟Birthday on 23rd January ◜‧*･

☆Resides at cabin7 ₊·*◟Apollo◜‧*･

☆Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing, playing instruments, gardening, photography and filmmaking, making jewelerry, talking~ oh and some other stuff I can't remember

☆Personality: awkward but loves to talk and make new friends, golden retriever, kinda sensitive... Okay maybe a lot.. And is also kind of embarrased to approach new people because of her awkward personality even though she wants to

☆Loves her plushie bunny a lot (her now deceased brother gave it to her)

**about her mortal family

Mother- Cassandra suncrest

Step father- Maverick Suncrest

Older brother- Phoenix Suncrest @phoenix-isnt-dead

☆Heterosexual

《I'm open to keep my ocs in a realtionship》

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☆MBTI: ENFPﾟ｡✧°ﾟ｡

☆Height: 5'4

☆Years at camp: 0 (just arrived)

☆She hasn't decided yet but is probably going to be an all year round camper since her brother was killed in a car crash (ooc: currently writing lore for Mireya, everything will be explained... I'm sorry I procastinate)

☆weapon of choice: an amethyst dagger flaked with gold, can switch into a bow too

☆Appearance: wavy, long blonde hair, almost always smiling, has heterochromia but got bullied for it so wears eye contacts

☆Bestieees:

Irene♡ @iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway

Ivory♡ @when-stupid-meets-chaos

Penelope♡ @archery-and-musicals

Cam♡ @one-of-apollos

Lara♡ @oh-to-be-a-robot

☆New friends who I want to be closer to:

Serene @arisdaughter

Naomi @random-daughter-of-hades

Alp and Nuray @best-siblings-ever

Cameron Gwen Grace @gwengracecameron

Lucas @if-chaos-was-a-boy

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And

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And

#₊·*◟mireya speaking ooc◜‧*･

And

₊·*◟open starters☆◜‧*･

When I start posting more of her backstory and lore I'll use ₊·*◟Mireya loreee☆◜‧*･

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Dad(dads...?)who probably don't know I exist>> (hii!)

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If anyone wants to rp as besties with me, lmk<33 I'm okay with keeping my character in a relationship too so js send an ask or dm :)

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I have a post with pictures of her, her weapon and few other pictures for her hobbies i couldn't add on this post

back story under the cut

Born in Manhattan, her mother Cassandra decided to shift back to Thailand, her hometown, with her boyfriend Maverick and get married when she was age 3. Her parents never really cared for her, it was her brother Phoenix, who raised her. He left for New York for college though.

At age 13, she finally decided to run away and traveled all by herself to find her brother.

She was made the heiress to her family riches after Phoenix fled away, her going missing was manipulated into kidnapping. She came from one of the most powerful bloodlines in Thailand, the one closest to the royals since the very beginning.

He's supposedly dead according to Mireya because they were ambushed and he seemed to have died. (He isn't actually dead, it'll be explained as the lore goes on i guess)

[hostilemuppet]

You’re the only person I’ve seen who’s kind of run with the idea of the Putt-Putt trolls being a cult and I find it hilarious. Viva and Clay always getting suspicious looks whenever they bring out Kool Aid to a party.

i was going the more "mormon" route (or perhaps amish depending on how technologically advanced other trolls seem to be, which is inconsistent as hell) (maybe scientology but theyre not rich enough) but i do love the idea of them leaning into the over-the-top horror aspect and going full jonestown

thank god bruce listens to all those true crime podcasts

[ceruleanwhore]

I'm getting really sick of the ways in which some people talk about consent and throw around words like 'grooming' and 'abuse' because it's starting to feel pretty insidious. What I'm talking about is this fairly recent progression with how we've gone from 'don't fuck teenagers' to 'you're not actually an adult until you're 25' along with how any (typically hetero) relationship with any semblance of a power imbalance is deemed 'grooming', with the woman being the 'victim.' It feels like people are just finding another way to infantilize women and, by pushing this narrative that we can't consent to many kinds of relationships, it starts to build back up the outdated culture of women not being able to consent at all.

Grown ass women being labeled as children just because they're under the age of 25 is bad enough, but then there's people who will talk about how age gap relationships are gross regardless how old the younger person is, so then it's also 30, 40, 50 year old women being treated like kids as well. There's also this thing where if someone just happens to look young for their age then people act like that person should never date anyone because, regardless of age, anyone who's interested in them is a pedophile. This particularly bothers me because it's typically said about women relative to men but not like twinks in the gay community or younger looking men getting with women their age, or even women who are older than them. It just feels like something that's presented in a way that's supposed to feel feminist, like the people claiming this are trying to somehow protect women when, in truth, they're just infantilizing us while ignoring men.

It gets worse as, recently, people have started to make similar points about 'power imbalances', one notable example being the Try Guys declaring that a grown ass woman couldn't possibly have consented to having a relationship with Ned because he's her boss. I think it's easy to look at isolated situations like this and feel that way but as soon as you start to think about it on a larger scale, it's so insanely stupid. If you truly believe this, then you also believe that anyone who's ever been in any sort of political office can never have a relationship with someone who hasn't, because of the power imbalance. Poor people can never marry rich, people of color can never have relationships with people of more privileged races (mainly white, but there is enough of a racial hierarchy that I can't really just say white), people can only have relationships with people who are exactly the same age, and disabled people can only have relationships with people who have the same disability/combination of disabilities.

Especially when you combine this with the rise of pro-segregation under the guise of liberalism and the recent push for people to stop having interracial relationships, it really does just feel like it's all about controlling women, especially WOC. That definitely checks out since it seems to be mainly white liberals spouting this shit and we all know there's a major issue with white liberals claiming to care so much about equality when they're actually bigoted as fuck and never bothered to actually unlearn any of that shit, so they can only repackage it to fit their aesthetic. I will also acknowledge that part of this is that women who have their own traumas want to prevent other women from going through what they did, so they say stuff like this because they genuinely believe that these strict limitations on (mainly) hetero relationships will keep them safe. However, that doesn't change the fact that this line of thinking is potentially very harmful and could send us back to 20th century rape culture. Hope enough people don't drink the Kool-Aid and this blows over soon but we'll see. Oh and yeah, don't fuck teenagers, that's still true.

[julianxpark]

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [JULIAN PARK]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JUSTIN H MIN]. You must be the [THIRTY FOUR] year old [TASTING STAFF AT SUNRISE WINERY]. Word is you’re [OPTIMISTIC] but can also be a bit [PASSIVE] and your favorite song is [KOOL AID BY ROYEL OTIS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

INFORMATION:

fullname. julian park (줄리안 파크)

nicknames. none.

gender. cis man

pronouns. he / him

d.o.b. august 16th, 1990 | ( 34 years old )

astrology. leo ☀ cancer ☾  aries ↑

birth place. san diego, california.

hometown. san diego, california.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. unemployed / ex-actor.

religion. buddist.

tattoos. matching tattoo with cast mates.

piercings. none.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. pansexual.

family. ha-won park ( mother ), joon park ( father ), simon park ( stepfather ) , step-sister (WC).

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

shane mccarthy ( will they or won't they by ava wilder ), smith jarrett ( sex and the city ), rick dalton ( once upon a time in hollywood ), vince chase ( entourage ).

PERSONALITY:

+ optimistic, friendly, talented. - passive, directionless, self-deprecating.

BIOGRAPHY:

Julian Park had never wanted to be an actor. That's what he has always said, the many times he's been interviewed over the years. When he was discovered at the ripe old age of 23, the ex-waiter would have had no idea what his life would become. All he ever wanted was to make good tips and get stoned with his friends, that was why he moved from San Diego to Los Angeles after all. That was why he was working as a waiter in the Bestia, an up-and-coming italian restaurant that attracted a lot of the Hollywood crowd. Julian had always enjoys schmoozing, knowing what people wanted to hear was his secret talent and it paid off in the hospitality industry. It wasn't until he was serving Roman Schultz, a network showrunner - that Julian realised that maybe there was more to life than charming your way into getting bigger tips.

When he was invited to audition for the lead in a paranormal drama aimed at teenagers, Julian nearly didn't bother showing up. What did he know about acting? Other than pretending to be interested in the random conversations with regulars and saying he was going to call a few one-night stands when he never had any intention of doing so, he had no experience with it. But as he read the lines aloud to a panel of producers and casting directors, Julian could feel himself become someone else. He became Harrison Chu. A ghost who haunted his love interest, a rookie cop, into solving his own murder.

And he would continue being Harrison Chu for the next ten years.

Off the back of the Twilight craze, the supernatural dramas were still on the rise but vampires were so done. The network said it was all about ghosts now. Throw in a 'will they or won't they' love dynamic between Julian and his co-star and it was a hit! The chemistry between the two leads was so intense that people often speculated that they were together in real life, although the two never confirmed it. The network would milk that tension for the better part of a decade.

The Hunt would air for nine seasons, from 2013 until the spring of 2023, when ratings had dropped far too low for the network to continue. Upon hearing that their ninth season would be their last, most of the cast and crew were relieved. All plot lines were exhausted to the point where it was borderline ridiculous. While they were like family, most of the cast were looking for other projects, wanting to grow as actors. But for Julian.. he'd only ever played Harrison. Shooting in Vancouver for ninth months of the year didn't leave much time for anything else, in between press tours, promo shoots and the convention circuit. The Hunt was the only experience he'd ever had in the film and television industry, and while it had made him rich and semi-famous in some circles, it didn't necessarily translate into range.

As things were finishing up on the show, Julian's agent kept pushing for audition after audition. Eventually, he did try out for a small indie movie with a well-known actor attached to make their directorial debut. It had Oscar bait written all over it and it generated a lot of buzz, but for all the wrong reasons. Critics said it was pretentious, the dialogue was stilted. And while Redditors online were lenient on Julian's acting, it did not bode well for his chances of launching into bigger budget films.

Thankfully, Julian wasn't the type to take things too personally and it wasn't as if he was necessarily needing a job right away. He had nine seasons of residuals and a dedicated fanbase, but away from the spotlight, he felt adrift once again. Life had been so easy on set, with a strict schedule and places to be. While it was exhausting, at least it was something to do. Since studios weren't necessarily banging down his door and his agent kept forgetting to return his calls, Julian started looking for inspiration elsewhere.

An interest in surfing is what had originally brought him to Aurora Bay. The perfect waves that lapped at the shore was the perfect reset from the hustle and bustle of Hollywood life, but it was still close enough if he did ever want to go back and throw his hat into the ring again. And while he may have no plan lined up for his future, he's in the perfect place to rediscover who he really is behind the lens.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

julian only just moved to aurora bay after needing a break from the hustle and bustle of LA. he's always lived in california, born and raised in san diego.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

roommates with @robinsantos and @ziggykyeons

close friends with @tillycai

[adultswim2021]

Metalocalypse #28: “P.R. Pickles” (aka “P.R. Klok”) | May 26, 2008 - 12:00AM | S02E08

Who else was getting tired of nothing but Squidbillies and Assy McGee?

In “P.R. Pickles”, Pickles starts hogging the spotlight after hiring his own P.R. person, Liz Bane. Liz, as the tribunal points out, seems to be up to something; she has a history of being the leader of several death cults. By the end of the episode we learn that she has, in fact, been using Pickles’ popularity to attract followers, bilk them of their riches, feed them poisoned grapedrink during a Dethklok show and blow up Dethklok with a comet set to collide with an observatory.

Meanwhile, the rest of Dethklok are jealous of Pickles’ newfound attention, so they attempt to publicize themselves. It goes poorly. One of their hair-brained ideas is to promote Dethklok in untapped markets, like at the bottom of the ocean floor, or on an arctic tundra. Another place they advertise is in space, with a big metal billboard. I wonder if the big metal billboard in space comes into play when the comet bares down on earth to kill them? I’m not being coy, I really don’t know. I covered my eyes at the end because I was too scared.

The opening scene of this episode features a gory game show called Cash Tastrophy, in which a drunken pickles has to answer a trivia question correctly or else the contestant he’s playing for will be “killed with cash”. You can guess how well it goes. Pickles is constantly shown to be a drunk mess on all of these shows, which is hilarious. He truly comes off like a threatening street person, which is hilarious. Anyway, the game-show with a deadly pay-off was pioneered by early television comedian Ernie Kovacs, who– hey! Get back here!

Liz Bane’s scheme is reminiscent of both Jonestown and the Heaven's Gate cults. Jonestown for using Grape Flavor Aid (commonly misidentified as Kool-Aid), and Heavens Gate for using the Hale Bopp comet’s passing over Earth to herald their ritualistic suicide. There’s also a moment in the episode where Pickles gives Liz the gift of a calendar of those dressed-up gray dogs. The Metalocalypse wiki is quick to point out that the dog is modeled after Brendon Small’s dog Ernie. It is also a reference to William Wegman’s Fay, who appeared in various shorts on Sesame Street and other places.

Great episode! I LIKED IT!

MAIL BAG

Can you say one nice thing about Tim and Eric Not Live? You really let that Ephemera fester kimosabe.

I'm glad that Jon Mugar got his time to shine :D

[furys-burn]

It's 8 AM, lets talk about my favorite trainwreck; mostly family details and my own reading of his.....well everything

tw mentions of abuse, neglect, and sexism with allusions to adult themes

Sylvain's mother was the mumble mumble second daughter removed from royal blood but more importantly a beautiful blonde that caught his father's eye at a party. The fact the child was born with a crest just made it all so much worse. The wedding was rushed and regretted before they even cut the cake but there was little choice for either of them.

This womanizing did not end there but Matthias did put a ring on it adding some credibility to Sylvain's birth at the expense of his prior son's image. This made it obvious that at best Miklan would be skipped over with maybe a scrap of land or, at worst, completely disinherited.

This background noise is what Sylvain grew up with knowing "Crests" first as the reason why his brother hated him. It was so much bigger than that of course but it gave some reason for the abuse.

The "bullying" started out as little pushes and shoves innocent enough to be "boys will be boys". It started escalating when Sylvain was around 8 years old when his parents marriage hit their worst of it and likely the end if they could have divorced.

Miklan took him to a field promising to play Knights and stabbed him through with a sword leaving him to die. Sylvain managed to get help from one of the servants of the estate but it did nothing but add fuel to his parents fire of a marriage, his mother threatening to leave with Sylvain taking his crest with him and Matthias just furious any of it was happening at all. Sylvain learned that telling would only make things worse teaching him his first lesson in hiding things.

His relationship to his mother is extremely complicated. She was probably the closest thing he had to a parent figure in his life but the times she showed love usually was as a jab at his father rather than any genuine care of him. In later life he will better understand the completely fucked situation she was in because of his father but before his "Huh maybe I'm the asshole" realization he swallows the "Your mother is a bitch" Kool-Aid pretty hard. Dude learned early on taking jabs at his mother's intelligence or beauty was an easy way to score points with his father.

Yeah I know canonically like a lot of his misogyny is ahh rich women mean to me but I personally see it as learned shit from his dad and brother he must actively unlearn. In reality, some of those relationships he had came from a real chance of connection and love that he looked for reasons to implode bridging from deep issues of commitment, fear, and his parent's own dumpster fire of a marriage. It was easier to blame them than to face any of his own issues.

When he was 17 he was accepted into Garreg Mach and this started formal moves towards being named heir and crest bearer of the family name. His father made the choice to disinherit Miklan mostly to avoid any arguments or possible war in the wake of his death with inheritance. This lead to Miklan's last murder attempt to kill Sylvain purely out of jealousy. This was the scariest and ended with Sylvain seriously injured and deciding to push back his school start opting to start with Felix, Dmitri, and Ingrid in the upcoming year. his father waved this as a move to get closer to the King hiding Miklan's attack on Sylvain and silencing any further discussion about it.

[sarcastic-salem]

I’ve been looking through the boho/bohemian, cottage core, etc tags and I think I figured out the answer to my question about why boho has been redubbed goblin/cottage/cabin core.

It seems like bohemian culture which used to be identified by artistic eccentrics has been…..Not appropriated but taken over by rich, (white) vegans who are sometimes classist, racist, rightwing douchebags.

Cause, apparently, the trad wife movement is like huge in the cottage core community. Which doesn’t surprise me cause a lot of hearth/haus witches seem to be into cottage core stuff and we all know TERFs and rightwing assholes have been infiltrating witchy and Pagan safe spaces for years now. It seemed to escalate in 2018 which is only a few years after witchcraft and Paganism went mainstream, and was reduced to a fashion trend😒

But the reason why I think this is because a lot of things that were once associated with bohemian (and/or hippy) culture like herbalism, alternative medicine, recreational drugs, artsy shit, vintage and antiques, nature — are now associated with cottage/goblin/cabin core. Like in the 1960s the bohemian movement was kinda redefined by hippies — who were the OG hipsters — into free love and experimental drugs. And that fell out of style very quickly because of the spread of AIDS/HIV and people like Jim Jones and Charles Manson.

They were both murderous cult leaders fyi. Ever hear the saying, “Keep drinking the Kool-Aid?” Its because of Jim Jones. He had this huge commune in S. America, I think, and ordered his followers to drink some kind of sacred Kool-Aid that, unbeknownst to his followers, was laced with cyanide and all kinds of other poisonous shit. Lots of people died.

If anyone is interested in Charles Manson, I recommend reading the true crime novel Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi.

Anyway, prior to the 1960s bohemian peeps were……Eccentric artists — people like Hans Christian Anderson or Leonardo da Vinci or Mary Shelley. Sometimes they were rich people. Sometimes they were straight up starving artists. Or they were just reclusive shut ins or even witches like Alister Crowley — who you should really not emulate. They collected antiques and made art and music and wrote books.

But pretty much anyone could identify or be labeled as bohemian.

Like, obviously, there was a racist aspect to it unfortunately but that started to change as culture and the arts evolved and more people realized that it was not okay to be a racist, anti-LGBT asshole. That’s how we got people like Jimmy Hendrix and Betty Davis — basically, bohemian was the grassroots of counter culture.

I could be completely wrong about that, but that’s just how I understand it.

And, personally, I feel that the term should be reclaimed by the weirdos. Just sayin’🤷🏻

[freakydegenerate]

(This is probably old but whatever I am just gonna put what I think about the lyrics of the Trinity soul burning men's soul also I have never watched Trinity soul so yeah)

Check it out I'm in the house like carpet

Lmaoo what does that even mean??? Does it mean he is lying down and everyone just treats him like a carpet??? I have read people say it means that he is everywhere in the house except the bathroom and I have seen people say it just means if you see a carpet that's him lmao??

And if there's too many hits on my blunt I won't spark it

I don't have anything to say other than wth does that even mean????

I'll put it in my pocket And save it like rocket fuel

I love how this implies that it's normal to save and put rocket fuel inside your pocket??? OK

'Til everybody's gone and it's cool Then I spark it up with my brother

Umm OK I got nothing to say here actually umm...

His momma named him Moe But I call him "Moe-lover"

I actually don't get this part like at ALL 0_0??

And he's more than a cover He's a quilt

OK. Wth does that even mean?? But ok it's not that bad personally.

We're putting shit together like that house that John built On the hill

Who tf is John and why did he build a house on the hill????

'Cause this shit's gonna feel like Velvet Turtle

Again WTF does that even mean like why did you even put Turtle???

My style fits tighter than a girdle

I got nothin 0-0

If ya hate it, than you can just leave it Like beaver

What does that mean?? Do beavers leave like what????? Idek man...

But in a day or two, I'll make you a true believer in me

I got nothin :/ idk if this is fire or flammable garbage

'Cause in the Alphabet You'll "C"

Same opinion as above ⬆

This isn't catch-a-rhyme, that's your everyday soliloquy

WHAT?????? YK WAHT NVM.

Like Chef Boyardee My rhymes are truly cookin'

And I bet the Recipe is from Yukiko 🔥

Peace to Matty Rich 'cause he's Straight Out of Brooklyn, New York

The could've nailed the cookin(from the last lyric) with Brooklyn but they just had to put New York like it doesn't even rhyme...

I don't eat pork or swine when I dine

Literally No one asked and it doesn't even vibe or make the song good but good for you ig...

I drink a cup of Kool-Aid Not a big glass of wine Or some Henn, Hein

I actually don't know what your saying but it's definitely something..

If you have time I'll drop rhyme again

If so I don't wanna have time ever so I don't have to listen to this garbage everrr :/

(But yeah that's my opinion on that friggin song)

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 37: Wish

So the Anima Liberation Front's name is Wish and they want freedom and rights for Anima.

The hunk shouts to the enslaved Anima, telling them to stand tall and use their strength for their own good. Crystal calls him Kazana and accuses him putting the Anima in danger with his actions and words. Kazana calls the Desert White Devil out on her hypocrisy, saying that she tames Anima with the same "Non-Anima Human's Burden" philosophy. Daisy growls at him and Kazana calls her out on drinking the Kool-Aid. "Do you wag your tail when she pats you on the head?" is a direct quote that I am presenting in whatever context you choose to see it in. Daisy leaps at him...and he flies off, causing her to hit the post he was perched on and fall down.

Kazana threatens to rip Crystal apart but Senri jumps and claws at him too, destroying his smug post. The sand is gone so they've lost their visibility advantage so it's time for Wish to go. Crystal tells Kazana that she doesn't want to fight him...but he's shot at with arrows and he responds that (unlike Daisy) he's not stupid: he doesn't want to fight here. He retreats but stops to invite Cooro and Nana to join Wish. Nana's on the fence but Cooro says they'll think about it, saying they want to be slaves a little while longer. Kazana leaves without a fight, simply telling them to beware of Crystal and that the offer is open for as long as they want.

Back to Crystal. Crystal explains to the slaver that Senri is her slave that she lost two years ago while on a peddling trip to Asteria. His heart touched, the slaver says she still has to pay for him. She does and Senri gets Crystal's choker. Cooro asks him if he was really looking for her and Senri shows him the book with her flower in it, explaining why the book is so important to him. Spotting a paper, Nana reads it and says that Husky isn't here: it's the list of Anima sales...and fish Anima isn't on it.

Senri doesn't know where he was taken because he was drugged. Cooro asks the slaver if he knows where Husky is. Crystal joins in, asking if the literal slave seller was doing something illegal. Turns out that a rich buyer from Stella wanted Husky so he shipped him out early.

Husky himself is thinking about his friends, thinking Senri was sold already and Cooro and Nana have wings so they escaped easily. The wagon he's being carted in stops for a pitstop, one of the hunters telling Husky to do his business or whatever. Husky examines the area before the hunter calls him in from the sun, saying he's so white the sun hates him and is trying to kill him. Then he's given bread and water...while being reminded that they are very much in the desert, he's a fish Anima and if he tries to run away, he'll have no rivers or lakes to escape into. Husky thinks about how his friends are doing...

Cooro's stuffing his face, in case anyone cares.

Even Nana is like "Bitch, you just gonna eat?!" and Cooro just offers her food. Crystal then hurries them off to the Caravan's next stop, Leefty. Nana is worried but Daisy assures her that Leefty is on the way to Stella so don't worry! Nana is very much still worried...and Edo notices.

In her main tent, Crystal inspects Senri's book and says he's met so many people. Nana looks on from outside and accuses Senri of being in love with Crystal. Cooro says he hasn't seen her in a while, he would want to talk to her for a long time. Still, Nana wonders why Senri isn't worried about Husky, thinking he forgot about him. Cooro says that would never happen (probably)! Nana then asks if they can really trust Crystal, if she's really an ally of Anima. She then (loudly) says they should take Senri and go to Stella, just the three of them. Hearing her hollering ass, Crystal comes out and says she can't do that.

Crystal asks Nana if she thinks she's a bad person because Kazana said she was. She then reveals that up until six months ago, Kazana was her slave. She says she's a good slave master, putting the slave's happiness first but Kazana rejected this for whatever reason. He left to start his own country but Crystal thinks he's just hurting more Anima this way. Nana shouts that if she wants them to believe her, help them rescue Husky. Cooro counters (for whatever fucking reason) that if he was brought for a lot, he must be in good hands. Nana points out his master could still be cruel and they need to see him. When Cooro asks Crystal if Anima are rare, Crystal explains there are two types of slaves: Common slaves (normies that don't cost much) and Anima slaves (Kimunkle descendants who can set you back a bit depending on the type). Cooro then says that, due to Anima being valuable, Husky will at least be unhurt. But Husky will be worried about them...so they have to save him.

Bad news: Crystal has business to do with the caravan so they'll never catch up to the slave wagon in time to save Husky. Nana then wants to go with just Cooro but Crystal says even with her wings, the distance is too far. Her Calvin J Candie side begins to emerge when she complains about being ordered around by slaves...when Edo shows up.

He offers to use his wagons to get them to Stella, saying his stuff is faster than her caravan. Edo, being a merchant, says that Crystal will need his connections if she wants to find anything or anyone in Stella. Crystal agrees and the chapter ends with Nana telling Edo to go faster on his cart, pissing off the 35 year old old man.

[walkonandtwo]

Do you remember this?

I came across an article that contained some things to remember about the "good old days" that I thought you might enjoy.

Things like all the girls had ugly gym uniforms; it took five minutes for the TV to warm up; nobody owned a purebred dog; nylon stockings came in two pieces; the male teachers wore neckties, and the female teachers had their hair done and wore high heels; you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, gas pumped; you didn't have to pay for air, and you even got trading stamps; you got green trading stamps at the grocery store; laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels in the box; margarine came in colorful, reusable bowls or tumblers; no one asked where the car keys were because they were in the ignition, and the doors were never locked; stuff from the store didn't have safety caps and seals because no one tried to poison you; there weren't any drive-by shootings, drugs or getting double-teamed by gangs; everyone owned a hula hoop; we ate Kool-Aid powder with sugar, candy cigarettes, and wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside; restaurants had tableside jukeboxes (remember Todd's Cafe?); we had newsreels and cartoons before movies at the showhouse; we got hot toddy, popcorn and hot dogs at the drive-in movie; we used washtub hand wringers; 15 cent hamburgers (remember Sandy's in Great Falls?); we had penny candy; gas cost 35 cents a gallon; and having a weapon in school meant getting caught with a slingshot or a bean shooter or water balloons; and it was good if you could afford to buy presto-logs, then you didn't have to saw and chop wood. Ho, remember eating raw potatoes with salt for a snack?

Whenever I get to town, I meet people in the post office, at the store, hospital or casino and we stop and visit about the good old days. People tell me they read my articles with their family and they tell their children and grandchildren about their life experiences and the kids say. "Was that really how it was long, long time ago?"

I've met a few teachers when I pick up my grandson and they've told me that they read my article in class and discuss it. It makes me feel good that there are so many readers that enjoy my articles and can relate to them. What's even better is that people are starting to tell stories to their own families and the kids get excited to read the Glacier Reporter to read my stories. I really encourage people to write some articles to share their stories, too. And, no, you don't have to be a professional writer.

One of the bloggers asked me if I was a real writer or just someone who has become excited because I've had published articles in the Glacier Reporter. I was questioned at length about my previous writing experiences and what kind of education I have and how long I've been writing. The "writer" also stated it was tougher when you get right down to the real meat of writing and when I arrived there, that is when the work begins.

As I've said before, I started writing articles because I wanted to share some of my stories. I enjoy writing, and I hope you enjoy what I write. In one issue of the Glacier Reporter, Mrs. Rosie (Mountain Chief) Vandenberg wrote a very interesting story about her family, the descendents of one of our chiefs, "Mountain Chief." I thoroughly enjoyed hearing from one of our elders who had a rich heritage. I didn't question grammar or her writing skill although Mrs. Vandenberg was very articulate. I wish and hope that more people, especially our elders, will write articles to enlighten and enhance our knowledge about their personal life experiences of the good old days.

My mom, dad and my uncles, aunts and grandparents used to always tell us stories about how it was when they were young. In the evenings we would sit around the table as my dad told us about WWII, being at the mission and working at the smelter, working at Great Falls, going to radio school, picking fruit and hops in Washington and about his friends, Fred DesRosier, Stanley Guardipee and other family members and friends. My mom would tell us stories about living at Blackfoot, being raised by her grandma Mary Kipp (who didn't speak English), raising her brother, Mon, and going to boarding school. And, of course, we really liked to hear them talk about when they first got married.

My grandmothers used to tell us really old time stories about when they were young. My uncles and aunts would tell us some really crazy stories. Sometimes the storytelling would last late into the night, and sometimes we all sat around a kerosene lamp at the table. It was pretty scary when we had to go out to use the outside toilet when they were telling us ghost stories. I remember one elder in particular, Mrs. Sarah Hall, who could really tell some scary ghost stories. Ho, me and my sister would be so scared, we would wait until daylight to walk home.

I only wished I would have written down all of those stories or tape recorded them. So, now, I try to put my stories in writing for my family. I have a lot of crazy stories about myself, family and friends, but some are too crazy to put in the paper, but I have a book I'm writing. Hopefully, I'll have a best seller and become a millionaire. Hah-A, wishful thinking.

Last week I forgot to mention my nephew, Leo James Rattler, Joe's son, who is also a veteran. He is in the National Guard and is currently at Bozeman going to school.

This week I wanted to talk about people with disabilities. I've had a disability since 1977 when I shattered my knee, but it hasn't been until recently that I can't walk without using my crutches, a cane or when I have to use a walker at home when I'm in severe pain. I also have severe nerve pain in my back, hips and legs and, geez, it's hard to get around.

I would like to promote recognition of people with disabilities. It's sad to see people who don't have disabilities parking in "disability parking" areas. I just wish people would be a little more considerate. Sometimes I can't park in the designated areas because someone without a disability hanger or plates is parked there. You wouldn't believe how hard it is when you are on crutches or for some people in wheelchairs to park close to buildings, even the elderly.

Almost all of the stores have designated areas, as well as the hospital, schools and the casino, but nobody monitors to check for people illegally parking. The signs state there is a $100 fine. I wouldn't want anyone to be fined; I just hope people will be more courteous and that the parking will be monitored, especially at the hospital and Town Pump.

I've also talked to a couple of the pharmacy aides and one of the pharmacists about providing a seating area for people who can't stand in line because they are elders, disabled or too sick. I recommended that they put up a partition with a seating area to sit in line or that they have a sign-up sheet or assign numbers.

Personally, it's just too darn hard standing in line for a half hour to pick up meds. If you have nerve pain, then you know what I'm talking about. Also there is a law that states all public places must provide "reasonable accommodations" for persons with disabilities. I'm not sure if this applies to the reservation, but it should. I wish there were seating areas in all public places for people to sit and rest if they need to (like at the hospital pharmacy, IGA and the bank, to name a few). Oh well, this is probably wishful thinking, but I hope things change for the better.

Okay, it's time for me to close. I hope this finds you in the best of spirits. Time to start making those homemade Christmas presents or putting things on layaway! I and my grandson, William Yellow Owl, (my right-hand man, who helps me at home, checks my blood sugar, checks my mail, pays my bills, hauls in wood and who likes to tell stories, too) have been thinking of ideas.