#support me please y'all she needs to be BANNED

[mythology-void]

hey guys so im starting an official petition to ban my little sister from playing the cello ever

my reasons are this

[catgirl-kaiju]

okay, so i went to velvetvexations' blog recently. i don't want to get obsessive abt her bullshit, so this will be my last post abt her unless she tries to start shit with me. but, i was curious if she'd heard about my post, or if she had changed her behavior. and uhhh...

an anon just straight up calling the transfems who get banned pedophiles or pedophile supporters with no evidence. even going so far as to imply that transfems are working in coordination to cover this up.

this is dangerous speech, and it's getting zero kick-back from velvetvexations. she just sidesteps the point to instead alledge that there is no disproportionate banning of transfems:

she even complains to another anon later, who calls out her behavior (not anything in specific, just pointing out the general vibe her behavior gives off), and she has this to say:

GEE I WONDER WHY YOU'RE GETTING ALIENATED FROM OTHER TRANSFEMS. COULDN'T BE THAT YOUR DISCOURSE IS TOXIC AND HARMFUL.

in light of this, i'd like to share some asks she sent me (in response to this post) recently that she had requested i delete. i obliged just to deescalate, but looking at her behavior, i'm beginning to think she just wanted those asks deleted bc they made her look bad:

and here is the conversation where she asked me to delete the asks:

it does not appear that she has changed her behavior in any way since this conversation, so i guess those were just empty words.

i'm standing by my position that y'all shouldn't try to start beef with her or harass her (i don't believe y'all would do that, but just in case). but, be wary of her, and push back against her bullshit whenever you see it. if any of y'all choose to confront her abt any of this or her other behaviors, please be polite and be specific. vague hostility is not helpful.

and velvetvexations, if you're reading this, you should be ashamed of yourself. this is no way to treat your sisters. this is no way to talk about your sisters. do not let this shame consume you, though. take some time to look inward and find opportunities to grow and change. i hope someday you can be a more caring and thoughtful person. but, i need you to do that far away from me.

[radfemcroatia]

My bad experience in a radfem Discord server - XY Cemetery by tomieradfem [3/5]

If you haven't read it, go to the first post (link below).

If you don't care, keep scrolling.

We're near the end I think. Wow this is longer than I expected.

Nika doesn't think what I said was too bad, she even says it's just a misunderstanding, but if I was weird in Riri's dms then the others are right about me.

Tomieradfem spread lies about me. You know that because you saw when I showed the dms with Riri. There was no "weird shit" in there.

At this point I felt a strong urge to clear my image.

You expected me to cater to Riri, so yeah.

No you weren't respectful at all. The tone was very hostile.

I'm racist confirmed again? Wow. Racism is a HEAVY accusation that a certain group of people happens to throw around like it's nothing, completely devaluing racism. But you're totally not like that tomieradfem? You're superior to libfems, after all.

Oh, me being straight?

Here's me about being straight:

(There is a channel for anonymous confessions, but I trusted these people. Bad choice!)

Apparently being straight discredits me or whatever. So I was confused whether I was straight or possibly one of these 99% osa people but still bisexual because of that 1%. I really wished I was bisexual so I can perhaps find love (I will probably practice separatism during my lifetime, but I'm too young to know right now).

And here's tomieradfem being an idiot, thinking heterosexuality isn't real and that women are brainwashed to be attracted to men. That heterosexuality is unnatural and it can be "reconstructed". For a century LGBs claimed that sexuality is not a choice, but apparently this 19yo gal has it all figured out. This is also potentially leaning into some political lesbian arguments. (I know she said most women, not that all women are ssa, but it's still a ridiculous claim.)

No, nobody can make themselves attracted to women. It's innate from the moment you were born. You don't discover that you're ssa, you always knew deep down. Which is why I came to the conclusion that I'm probably straight. But the fact that my vent was used against me is just mean. I thought this was a supportive server.

Continuing:

Nah not if you're in an echo chamber.

I never went crazy in Riri's dms. She's lying.

I think everyone should reconsider joining this server actually, unless you're a bully or a doormat.

Nika is right except there is no such situation. You're not Andrea Dworkin you're freaking 19, stop acting like you have it all figured out, not even the woman herself had during her lifetime.

My story didn't matter to this server. Also I never showed an ego.

I said shut up after being harassed. Also I'm not wrong, y'all just didn't hear me out.

Wow they sure as heck protected Riri there! I'm such a disgusting racist, Japanese women need to be protected from me. Also I'm not a westener. Tomieradfem is a westener tho. And how the heck can you call me a racist when you're the one calling out a group of people unlike me?

Apparently Alex was some racist gal they were friends with for 2 years, they didn't figure it out until recently somehow? At this point, I am not buying that she was racist. Not saying she wasn't, but I don't trust their definition of racism.

OKAY SO this where I step in with my alt:

This might be immature of me, but please understand my position. They were spreading lies about me, a very new young radfem who just joined the community. I wanted to clear my image by showing the server what REALLY happened. I immediately went to delete the alt, but I was banned from the server before I could. I don't think I broke any rules though. Come to think of it, the server doesn't have any rules, except obey the mob I guess.

(Calling them a mob might seem harsh to you. This is why I called them that:)

(I saw her post on insta, she didn't say anything that's bannable. She even had the grace of censoring your name. Meanwhile you're trying to deplatform a radfem because you had a disagreement. Good thing mass reporting doesn't work on insta. Also notice how that person said "done" without any questions asked. And the tomie's "ily"...she is the definition of toxic.)

What did I think would happen after this? Tomie and her mob would be angry, but the other more neutral members would see where I was coming from and that they were lying about me harassing Riri.

Here's what actually happened: (we're ALMOST done btw!)

I won't even comment on these, I think they speak for themselves.

("Meme" in 5th post)

The rest is in 4th post - only a couple of images left.

[briasfreespace]

TYSK: Hey Buddy, you're on the news!!

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Hey y'all, It's Bria again. I know I´ve been on a bit of an hiatus but I am back and hoping to build an audience and repertoire of essays and journalistic insights. I am an artist and in a state of growth and transformation. I've given myself time and am ready to grow again. So, this is my new segment THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW. I found difficulty in understanding my place in the world after the onslaught of attention brought to the Palestinian, Congolese, and Sundanese struggles. I wasn't sure what to do, but I found sharing information is always the most important thing you can do.

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Insight: I find as the new Black and brown adults we have to find non-neo-fascist ways to teach our children discipline and composure. We have to teach them to want to learn and to want to be supported. We have to help them overstand, that you are not being subdued but elevated. How do we do this when we are suffering ourselves? Many of us are left struggling to differentiate between the auto policing of ourselves enforced by a childhood of strict ethnoreligious parents and white teachers/peers who misunderstood us. How do we liberate the children and our children from the same fate? How do we liberate ourselves? 

2. News and Literature sources:

PLEASE, run don't walk -or scroll vigorously- to Haymarket books and pick up a copy of Light in Gaza: Writings Born of Fire. You can pick-up a free ebook copy or support these writers in their struggle and buy a physical copy.

I have fallen in love with the writer Candice Marie Benbow. She is a Christian theologian who wrote the book Red Lip Theology: For Church Girls Who've Considered Tithing to the Beauty Supply Store when Sunday Morning isn't Enough. This book is probably not for me, but I think it'd be a benefit for Black women experiencing the Black church and honoring their space in it. I have followed her on Twitter for a while, but I recently started watching her interviews and felt the need to share.

YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN PALESTINE. This is a genocide. Many news sources aren't picking it up and telling the true story of the suffering of the Palestinian people. the US is funding genocide and Israel is carrying it out. I will share more sources but @Wizard_Bisan1 and @Amotaz_azaiza are two young journalists on the ground sharing their experiences and bringing light to the truth. Please follow them and continue to uplift and share their stories. They are targeting journalists as over 90 have died during the over 2 months of violent attacks.

3. Art I´ve fallen in love with:

Back in October, I dated this wonderful person who put me on to so much Black Art History. It was nice to finally date a person with interest. Two names they gave were Kerry James Marshall and Mikelene Thomas. I found their names continue to come up for me. Here are two pieces that brought me an inner guidance of sorts.

Amongst visual art pieces, I found a new love for ¨Pyramids¨ by Frank Ocean. I saw someone on TikTok try to explain it, and while they piqued my interest, I found their analysis to be lacking... in sense, and that's okay. We gotta blame Bush for that one. So, whichever you do, bust a move or throw a shoe, let us have a toast to an oldie but a goodie.

I found this poem on Warsaw Shire's Instagram -she has recently been shadow-banned- and I thought it was important to share this piece by Najwan Darwish.

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4. Personal life update edition:

I recently moved out to LA. I've been fighting for my life trying to survive financially, but your girl just got 1.5 jobs. So, I soon will be doing great. If any of yall are from LA or know folks out here. Let's meet up or lmk where I can hang out. I stayed in the house. I tried to go to Beverly Hills last week. It was a 1.5-hour bus ride. Needless to say, I'm green as hell.

Thank yall so much for reading.

[mommybard]

Why do you hate christians

Alright. So you caught me on a bad day, so we're doing this! TW. Just all the religious talk. And not in the fun kinky way. Just had to go off, please standby for your irregularly scheduled smut <3 To start, I don't hate christians anon. I know some people who are christian and are the sweetest people possible. My grandma, for example. Wouldn't hurt a fucking fly, sweetest old lady you've ever met. Had no problems with me coming out as poly, queer, or trans because the woman knows nothing but love. 10/10, amazing person. No you can't adopt her as your grandma, she's mine dammit. Bad enough I gotta share with my siblings and cousins xD I absolutely hate ignorant christians though. The ones who don't even bother to read their holy book and instead cling to the vile nonsense spewed from the mouths of hatemongering, bigoted assholes. Or the ones who have their own conclusions about the world and decide to use their book not to challenge their view, but to support it. I despise the ones who try to shove their religion down peoples' throats, repeatedly, unwelcomed, just because they believe that it's what they're supposed to do. Who make a grand spectacle of trying to shout at people in the streets to convert or risk the fires of hell. And I know that they try to bundle that with that ridiculous nonsense of "Oh, but it's because we LOVE you!" No. Just no. You don't emotionally abuse people you love. You don't threaten and gaslight people you love. You absolutely do not push legislation that would restrict and ban and hurt the people. Those are not loving acts. Those have never been loving acts. Those are the acts of a bigot who wants to hold power and browbeat people into doing what they want them to do. That's not fucking love, that's fucking abuse. You want to show some fucking love? Follow the good parts of your own fucking book. Matthew 6:1-4: When you do good deeds, don't try to show off. If you do, you won't get a reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to the poor, don't blow a loud horn. That's what show-offs do in the synagogues and on the street corners, because they are always looking for praise. I can assure you that they already have their reward. When you give to the poor, don't let anyone know about it. Then your gift will be given in secret. Your Father knows what is done in secret and will reward you. Hebrew 13:2: Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Luke 3:11: And he answered them, “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.”

James 2:14-17: What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead

Matthew 10:14: And if anyone will not receive you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet when you leave that house or town.

And that's just from me grabbing from your book. Ignoring the bastardization y'all have done with the Hebrew Bible and the way you twist that into complete and utter nonsense and then toss most of it aside because somehow someone can "fulfill" a law. Except for some HORRIBLY mistranslated parts of Leviticus that hateful people use to try to shove others down. That can apparently stay. Anon, please, I am begging you, go read your own fucking book. Learn from it, absorb more than the hatespeech spewed by assholes at the pulpit. And don't try to convert other people who have absolutely 0 desire to join it. Since christianity loves taking parts of judaism, I am going to ACTIVELY ENCOURAGE you to copy our conversion process. We don't go door to door, or bribe officials to pass legislation, or try to shove our way into schools. We aren't forcing it down peoples throats, or sending anonymous passive-aggressive nonsense on social media. If someone wants to convert, GREAT! Go talk to a rabbi. They'll probably turn them away a few times, just to make sure they really want to. But if a person genuinely wants to convert, we welcome them with open arms. Because it is THEIR decision, THEIR choice, and no one they were beaten with over and over until they internalized the abuse and convinced themselves it was their idea, not the one forced on them. It wasn't the answer to a threat about being burned and tortured for an infinite amount of time for a FINITE alleged crime.

[heyimboredtalktome]

Can you please explain to me where do you get all those crazy ideas? Also do you know that medals taken away in 2014 are still getting returned to a lot of athletes? After 8 years this circus is still on. I don’t see this being covered in the media, but I speak Russian and see a completely different thing. If some other country had Eteri and those medals would be theirs, nothing of this would have happened. This is sickening!

horribly untrue lol:

1) the crazy ideas are from international news channels (BBC, NBC, CNN etc etc) from an official statement by the ITA the WADA. Get your ass off sports.ru, goldenskate and TASS and maybe learn to actually watch the news and you can also get these correct crazy ideas 💞

no medals being taken away from athletes competing in sochi 2014 have been returned because they were literally exposed for state-sponsored doping

the reason they haven't been competing as russia in these past three olympics is because of that, because they're fucking notorious for doping, because they get warning after warning and they're still caught doping

"not being covered in the media" this has become a topic of conversation in countries where most people don't even know about figure skating, that's the amount of media coverage this is getting

you see a completely different thing because thats what russia wants you to see, their state-sponsored state run news channels and their propaganda

if this happened to any other athlete or country, they would already be banned and suspended, RUSFED and ROC have some nerve, its illegal for kamila to be on olympic ice rn while an investigation is being conducted, yet she's there practicing like nothing's happening, thats how much leeway the ROC is getting, even when they're banned for doping and they've been caught doing that again

and yes it is sickening, its sickening that there are skaters who are being denied their rightful team medal just because the playing ground is never level, because a country that refuses to ever play fair, the country that's doping children. it's sickening that so many athletes have been denied their rightful podium places, their medals and recognition because of athletes with an unfair advantage. all athletes who are now injured trying to chase unrealistic unattainable standards to have a chance to compete with the russians. its fucking sickening

y'all need to realize that every time russia gets caught cheating, its not western propaganda, its that they refuse to stop it. got banned from the olympics? make the doping smarter, timed more efficiently, get new drugs instead of the old ones, and if you're not allowed to participate, send a crying 17 year old to an IOC conference asking for them to not deny her her dream of performing at the olympics. this is happening again and again anf agains because the IOC refuses to take action against Russia, they dont give a fuck if they don't get their flag or anthem, what they care about is their medals, and if that means dopo to children then so be it.

if the ioc allows them to get away with this its just sending a signal to others thats screaming "hey dope ur kids we cant do shit because they're minors, they'll be allowed to participate while having an unfair advantage over other athletes" BUT that only happens when you're russian, any other country gets banned on the mere suspicion of doping so there's literally no way you can win if you're not russian🥰 so much for fair sport

i know a lot of the russian people dont support this, more than the country the people should be blamed, the people in charge of all this, of ruining literally uncountable lives

if the ioc wants to force change they need to get stricter even if there are russian athletes that are clean, dont let them participate, stop with the fucking neutral flag it ain't doing shit, and they won't stop unless they're literally not allowed to participate at this point

[b0rista]

— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

Ok, so I’ve tried and tried several times to get this posted, we’ll see if this is the time it goes through. Half the reason why this review series has slowed down is not just the multitude of real life stuff I have to deal with, but also Tumblr just refusing to work with me and deleting my posts. I also can’t save my work else where due to Tumblr messing up the formatting. It’s been a frustrating mess and so far no one @staff​ has come up with a tech solution or work around. 

Summary: Rapunzel helps to rebuild Old Corona, (after its near destruction from the Black Rocks) which will become the permanent home of Red and Angry, who have returned to Corona to settle down. However, she begins to notice strange footprints around the area, as well as the livestock becoming more unruly and fearful. The group comes across a monster hunter named Creighton, who explains to the group that the area is being stalked by a werewolf, who possessed one of Corona's citizens. Aiming to save this person rather than kill them, Rapunzel sets out to find who it is. 

When Was This Decided?

No seriously, when was this decided? It’s a pretty big leap go from ‘the rocks makes various towns inhabitable’ to ‘let’s rebuild!’ What’s changed here? Cause the rocks haven’t been removed and Rapunzel failed in her mission to nullify their power. In fact the rocks were not only reawaken in the second season finale but shown to be under the power of someone who’s intentions were made unclear to the heroes.

So I ask again; who thought this was safe thing to do now? What provisions have been made to accommodate the rocks? They blocked the well, remember, and destroyed the fields; how are the people getting food and water? 

And most importantly why wasn’t the audience informed beforehand? When you change up the status quo in a story you need to provide just cause to the viewers. I legit thought I had accidently skipped an episode when I first watched because this plot point was not set up properly.  

Why Were They Ever Left Alone to Begin With?

In a story where neglect is a central theme and motivating factor for all the main characters, it is super tone deaf to have those same characters perpetuating neglect themselves. The decision to live on their own should not be left up to Angry and Red because they are children. Children are not mature enough to provide for themselves neither emotionally nor physically and when placed in situations where they have to do so it psychologically damages them. Which the series already showcased with Varian so why is this suddenly deemed ok? 

This Completely Undermines the Past Two Seasons

The entire conflict of the past two seasons was the rocks forcing people out of their homes. Eugene was made an orphan from them, Varian lost his entire support group because them, they drove out the Saporians from their encampment which prompted them to invade Corona, and Rapunzel and company spent an entire year on the road trying to find a way to stop them from spreading supposedly. 

All of that has now been flushed down the drain with this decision. And its super insulting to watch because it’s the writers telling us that we’ve wasted our time caring about this plot for two years. You don’t resolve major conflicts off screen and without explanation; it’s lazy!  

Also Where Is Varian and Quirin During All This?

This is not only their home and legal charge, but it’s also the ending to their ongoing story, and they’re not even here in a silent cameo. 

Wouldn’t Quirin be overseeing the rebuilding of his town? Wouldn’t Varian be using his skills to find workable engineering solutions for them, fulling his season one goal of saving his home and making his village better with his inventions? Also wouldn’t Edmund want to catch up with his brother and help out now that he’s here? 

In fact not a single person who actually lives in Old Corona is to be found in these opening shots. 

Oh, But We Do Get Earl

Earl might be from Old Corona, or he might not be. We’ve literally never seen him before. The artists had to create a brand new character model for this character, the writers had to write new lines for him, and the casting director had to hire an actor and have him record these lines for only less than a minute of screen time, never to be seen again. Even though they legit had shepherd models already to go from season one that they could have used. It’s a waste of resources and a prime example of the mismanagement going on in this show. 

It’s Too Late In the Series to Waste Time On a New One Off Villain

Speaking of a waste, Creighton might have more story reasons to appear in this episode than Earl does but her inclusion is still a poor decision. The show already has an overabundance of villains, so many in fact that they shipped the bulk of them off in season two, and this is the final season; the season where we should be wrapping up plots and minor characters stories not kicking off new ones.

Taken on her own Creighton isn’t a bad character presa, she works for the episode, but when we could have gotten a resolution to Caine’s, Hector’s, or the Disciples’ story arcs instead it highlights how misused the series assets are. 

All This Lore Will Be Forgotten In Just a Few Episodes Time

We finally get like some magical rules and backstory only for future episodes to ignore it from here on afterwards. Red can turn into a werewolf whenever she pleases, night or day, with little explanation as for why.  

Just Arrest Her Rapunzel

You’re the acting queen. You have the power and the right to arrest or even merely detain someone who is threating your citizens and refuses to leave. In fact it’s kind of your job. You don't even have to throw her in a dungeon if you thought that too cruel. Just lock her up in a nice room somewhere in the castle until you’ve sorted out the mess yourself. 

The series wants to treat Rapunzel as the underdog when she isn’t, and her failure to wield her power effectively doesn’t make her look ‘nice’ it just makes her look stupid and grossly incompetent. This is a conflict that didn’t need to have happened and Rapunzel let it happen.  

Oh, So Now Y'all Riot

You didn’t complain when the king orphaned children with his crack down on crime. You rolled over as he dolled out overly harsh punishments to poor people who committed minor offences. You gleefully went along with the royals as they  scapegoated a child for their mistakes, even as they endangered your homes.  And ya’ll sat on your asses while invaders pulled off a coup and enslaved you. 

But this is what you get mad over? A rumor about a mythical creature existing that your princess has zero control over. Seriously? 

Man, I hate the townspeople in this show. 

Pointless Dream Sequence Is Pointless

This scene tells the audience nothing new and just wastes screen time. 

This Is the Wrong Lesson to Focus On Rapunzel

We do not tell the 12 year old to unload their phycological issues onto their baby sister!

You’re telling me parents were involved in writing this show? What the hell!?

Rapunzel you are the adult here. At 20 now you should be more adept to handle listening to the deep seated emotional traumas of a little girl than a fucking 10 year old! And if you’re not, or don’t want to, then it’s your job to find another adult who will. 

That’s the core problem with this entire episode. It treats Red’s and Angry’s problems as some eternal issue that they need to work out and not as the inherent failure of the adults around them that it is. 

It is neither Red’s nor Angry’s decision on weather or not they get live on their own. Nor is it their responsibility to be each other’s therapist. Yes, a change in living arrangements is always stressful and for children with abandonment issues it can be hard to readjust, but that’s when you need to step it up and deal with the problem; not shove it off onto the kids themselves! 

Monty Is Useless

Is this all Monty is good for? Being a red herring in ridiculously simple mysteries? Is this why we wasted a whole episode introducing him back in season one? Really?

Why Are We Still Treating Old Corona As Being Separate from Corona Itself?

Look, I get that it’s a joke, but it’s a joke that highlights how poorly thought out the worldbuilding is in the series. Is the Coronan government in charge of Old Corona or not? If so then you can just make those lease laws yourself as the acting regent Eugene. If not then Frederic shouldn’t have had any say in the matter of relocating Old Corona’s citizens nor putting a child outside of his jurisdiction under arrest.

But more importantly this is a just a repeat of that vague level of responsibility Rapunzel has for people who live off the island. She can’t order a whole village to be rebuilt while simultaneously claiming that she bares no accountability for Varian and Quirin’s problems in season one. 

Replacing Guns with Crossbows Isn’t the Safe Option That the Censors Think It Is

I find it kind of amusing that censors will ban showing a 17th century blunderbuss but allow it to be replaced by a weapon that is still mass produced today and can be bought in any Walmart across the country. Like I’m a major advocate for gun regulation in real life, but even I have to find this to be a bit silly. Crossbows aren’t some fantasy weapon. People still own and use them. But it would be seriously hard to get ahold of a working antique firearm.  

Seriously This Is How the Girls Have Been Living and the Adults Haven’t Done Anything About It Until Now?

I feel like I’m beating a dead horse by now, but it’s so engrained into the episode I have to keep bringing it up. The show itself is visually telling us that Red and Angry can’t keep living this way, but it never wants to call Rapunzel and the other adults out for not rescuing them from this life sooner. 

So All This Tells Me Is That Rapunzel Could Have Easily Checked Up On Varian In Painter’s Block, But Didn’t.

Remember they’re right next to Old Corona; meaning that Janus Point is also right next to Old Corona. Meaning that Rapunzel could easily have checked up on Varian right after Painter’s Block and choose not to. With each passing episode Rapunzel has less and less excuse for her behavior in season one. 

Yeah Remember that Plot Point That Wound Up Being Entirely Irrelevant to the Story?

In jokes don’t cover your ass when you make poor writing choices. Quite the opposite in fact as all you’ve done is remind the audience of all the various dangling plot threads that you will fail to follow up on. The disciples plot goes no where and serves no purpose, and it should not have been introduced as this big important thing if you weren’t going to do anything with it. 

Nice Idea, Poor Execution

I’ve heard fans of this episode tell me that they enjoy it because of this scene with Red. If you’re a naturally introverted person or neurodivergent and have trouble communicating at times then Red’s speech here can strike a cord. Which is cool; I’ll never deny someone’s feelings and if a piece of media speaks to you on a personal level for whatever reason that is great. What I’m here to discuss though is story structure and whether or not the story’s themes are presented well in context of what it’s set up. 

The conflict here does not work from a pure structural standpoint because it’s a surface level deflection of the real issues. Red’s problem isn’t that she is being ignored, it's that she’s been abandoned. Now communication issues can arise from that abandonment and feeling heard can be step forward in working those issues out, but Red’s central trauma isn’t going to be magically fixed by people ‘listening’ to her, i.e. being granted whatever she wants, but by providing her with a real home and with a real guardian to look after her. 

Because what Red wants on a surface level is harmful to her, and the reasons why she wants what she wants needs to be addressed more so than then sedating her angry outbursts in the moment. This is treating the symptoms not the cause.

So What Is or Isn’t Real About the Curse?

Once again, we finally get some actual lore and rules for magic and the writers are already throwing it away during the same episode they are introduced. I now have as little context for how the wolf curse works within the Tangled world as I did before the episode started. 

This Is Sweet, But Once Again Context Brings It Down.

So just to reiterate, this a surface level resolution to the conflict of the episode that doesn’t actually address anything. It might feel like an appropriate ending but only if you ignore the fact that Red and Angry are orphans who’ve been abandoned but the adults. 

Angry apologizing here to Red does not solve any of their problems, especially since Angry, as a child herself, is not responsible for her sister’s behavior, feelings, nor well being. That falls to the adults and they fail to address Red’s core issues and their own failings to her in their apologies as well. Not to mention that the very next scene undermines any optional progress that could have been made here. 

Listening to Someone Does Not Mean Giving Them Whatever They Want

This does not fix anything. Red and Angry are still left to live on their own without any real supervision. Giving them a big play house is not providing for them, it’s spoiling them. Would you let all the other orphans in the local orphanage roam free without an adult to take care of them? No!? Gee I wonder why? Could it be because letting a 12 and 10 year old raise themselves is a very stupid idea? One that will potentially damage them later in life assuming that they don't get themselves killed in the meantime. 

Moreover this is yet another example of the series overall problem with not understanding that compromise and resolving conflicts does not mean rewarding the characters at the end with everything that they want without having them work for it. That’s not how life works and it’s not how good story telling works. 

This Is Beyond Irresponsible

No! Bad Show! Bad! 

You do not get to pretend that negligence is the same thing as compromise. Yes I know Eugene said to come to him when they have a problem, but as demonstrated by this very episode children do not always know when to ask for help nor can they always find it when needed, that is why parents exist!  

Nor does the show get a free pass for turning it’s main characters into child abusers who neglected three minors multiple times now. Even when they themselves are victims of that same abuse!

How utterly blinkered do you have to be to not see the problem here? 

It’s the Return of the Pointless Parallels

Let me count the ways for how stupid this is. 

Red and Angry’s conflict has no impact on the on going narrative. Even with them now being reoccurring characters they still manage to contribute nothing to the future storylines involving Cass. 

Neither Rapunzel nor Cassandra learn anything from Red and Angry’s spat; Rapunzel because she refuses to acknowledge her own flaws and Cassandra’s not even here for any of it. 

The sister’s dynamic between Raps and Cass is not well established and the writers mange to piss all over it by series end because of gay baiting and poor writing. Therefore relying on lazy parallels to other siblings in the show to bolster this connection falls flat.  

Red and Angry’s argument has nothing in common with Rapunzel and Cass’s current fighting. One is about abandonment issues and the other is about shallow validation. Trying to tie these two themes together actually winds up undermining both conflicts. 

Red and Angry are children. Rapunzel and Cassandra are not. That very much matters. 

Red and Angry didn’t drag innocent people into their petty bitch fight and endanger them because they wanted to feel special. 

This Makes Zero Sense

I don’t know; she looked pretty happy during Crossing the Line. 

She was also able to control the rocks just fine then, so what happened? 

Not to mention soon after this Zhan Tiri is telling her she needs some sort of incantation to control the rocks, despite being able to already control the rocks.... 

It’s almost as if the writers are full of shit and don’t actually know what they’re doing. 

So Are We Remembering the Burnt Hand or Not?

Does the hand matter or not? Is it ever a motivating factor in what Cassandra decides to do? Is her waning control over the rocks connected to her burnt hand; even though having a burnt hand is what allowed her grab the moonstone in the first place? Did the moonstone heal the hand? Does Raps singing the healing incantation later on heal it? Does Cass have a forever burnt hand? 

Who the fuck knows! 

Not the writers that’s for sure, cause it never comes up again. 

Don’t introduce plot points and then not resolve them. That’s writing 101 guys. 

Wait if she needs the incantation to control the rocks and the angry thing is a lie, then how the heck is she controlling them just now? Make up your dang mind show! 

I swear I lose brain cells whenever I have to rewatch the evil Cassandra plot. It is so dumb  you guys.... so, so dumb. 

Conclusion

It’s not the worst thing ever but series has far better episodes on offer than this one. Even in a season as suck ass as season three. 

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Episode 11: [Insert Political Joke Here]

Sources:

Patsy Mink

National Women’s History Museum

University of Hawaii

United States House of Representatives

Patsy Takemoto Mink

KHON2 News (YouTube)

Further Viewing: Internet Archive, Patsy Mink: Ahead of the Majority (Trailer)

Alice Roosevelt Longworth

The White House Historical Association

Theodore Roosevelt Center at Dickinson State University

Find A Grave

The New York Times

Smithsonian Institute

Wilma Mankiller

National Women’s History Museum

Oklahoma History

Time Magazine

National Women’s Hall of Fame

Smithsonian Magazine

Attributions: Cherokee Nation's Chief Wilma Mankiller, Marching Drum, Power Of People: Sea-Tac Airport Travel Ban/Immigration Protest

Click below for a transcript of this episode!

Archival Audio: I'm really very excited by, and my process says our difficulty has been that not enough have run. We can’t expect that every woman, because she's a woman, the minute she runs she's going to be successful. That's not possible. So we do need to have the numbers in there competing, and given the numbers I think we're going to be more and more successful over the years.

Alana: So this is the first episode that's going to come out after the election is over. Like, by the time this comes out we're gonna know.

Haley: I was thinking of that when I was looking at the schedule and I don't know… I'm real nervous. I have class that night. It's going to my first class being like on the east coast, so I'm gonna be real tired. I’m gonna be with my cat though it's gonna be fine.

Alana: No this podcast is gonna be so nice.

Lexi: To be fair, we might not know who actually won by that Thursday.

Haley and Alana, somehow at exactly the same time: That’s true.

Lexi: Because there's going to be a lot of contention about mail-in ballots. So, dear Lexi listening to this on Thursday or even on Tuesday while editing it of election week; how's it going? What’s up?

Alana: Are you okay?

Lexi: Are you doing okay? Do we know yet? When will we know?

Alana: When will we know? We probably won't know on Tuesday when you're editing it, but��� 

Lexi: And we probably won't know on Thursday.

Alana: On Thursday when it comes out.

Lexi: We might get a result and then we might get told it's not the result. There might be a lawsuit.

Alana: This podcast is gonna be really nice for the two of you to have to remember my voice by when I die in the coup.

Lexi: Yes the coup that will occur in DC. That might be more like January.

Alana: That's true, the coup will be in January.

Lexi: When someone refuses to leave… the area… to evacuate the premises.

Alana: Maybe he’ll be dead by then.

[INTRO MUSIC]

Alana: Hello and welcome to Lady History; the good, the bad, and the ugly ladies you missed in history class. Here I am, still on Zoom, with Lexi. Lexi, have you ever run a political campaign?

Lexi: Oh my god. I have.

Alana: Did I set you up for this?

Lexi: Yes. My dog is running for daycare class president. Please vote for him. His name is Captain, he's a Portuguese water dog, he's two and a half years old, and he's really cute. His platform is that he'll give you a snuggle.

Alana: I love him.

Lexi: Me too.

Alana: And someday will be reunited in person, Haley. Haley, what's your political platform?

Haley: I know. My skeleton is allowed to be in my passenger seat so I can ride in the carpool lane.

Lexi: Skeletons is people.

Haley: My plastic Napoleon Bone-aparte should be my second in command. Thus, me going in the carpool lane.

Lexi: Vote for Haley, skeletons is people.

Alana: And I'm Alana and my single issue vote is not ushering in the apocalypse.

Lexi: I have experience as a campaign manager, feel free to hire me.

Haley: A lot of people are gonna hate that.

Alana: No I love that.

Haley: I’ve never met–

Lexi: Listen, the people who support NAGPRA, they will love that.

Haley: He’s fake. My mom really had to grill me and I–

Lexi: He’s not real. Her skeleton is not real.

Haley: My mom was terrified that I got a real skeleton. And like honestly, of all people, I could go on the deep dark black webs, sure, but she even like texted my roommate like when we were all like in a group chat and we were calling or something and she was like “Caroline it's plastic, right.” And then also, y'all were involved in this– when Robert and I started dating, for like months he thought that was real and wouldn’t go near it and was like, heavily creeped out that like he was sleeping in the same room as a real skeleton. And it wasn’t until like I pitied him and–

Alana: First of all, he’s sleeping in the same room as two real skeletons.

Haley: That's true.

Lexi: He's sharing a body with one.

Archival Audio: Because the women have not until recently reached retirement age after having worked a full lifetime, only now are beginning to realize that there is inequity in the law.

Lexi: Congresswoman Patsy Takemoto Mink was born on December 6, 1927, near a sugar plantation. She was born on the Hawaiian island of Maui, and I just have to say, Maui is one of my favorite places on Earth. It was the first place I took scuba diving lessons and it is seriously an amazing and beautiful place. I have trouble thinking of any place I've ever been that's as beautiful. Patsy was a third generation American and her grandparents were immigrants from Japan. The term among Japanese Americans for a third generation child is sansei, not to be confused with sensei which means teacher. And sansei are the first to be raised by parents who are themselves raised in America, so they are very American and that is why they get a special name. Patsy was close with her brother Eugene and the two spent most of their childhood exploring the island together, foraging for edible mushrooms and bamboo shoots which is really cute. The family mainly spoke English at home, but Patsy learned Japanese in order to communicate with her mother's parents. Her father, Suematsu Takemoto, had been orphaned at a young age and served in the military before attending the University of Hawaii and becoming a civil engineer. He served during World War I. Suematsu was the first Japanese American to earn a degree in civil engineering from the University of Hawaii and he set a precedent for his children who would go on to break barriers themselves. Patsy witnessed racial discrimination faced by her family at a young age and this may have served as inspiration for her work in later life. Patsy also grew up in a community where many families did not have the privileges and comforts that her family had, and she realized this when she started to attend school; this also likely shaped her future work. Patsy's parents treated Eugene and Patsy equally, breaking Japanese tradition in which strict gender roles were imposed. This likely contributed to the strong bond that she and Eugene shared, valuing each other as equals. Patsy, who always kept up with her brother, decided to attend school a year early to be with him in class. She started primary school at the age of just four. In the fourth grade, her and her brother were transferred to a new school. This new school, which focused on English language learning, only admitted students with fluent English skills, effectively segregating white students from non white students and indigenous people on the Hawaiian islands. Every teacher they had in class was white. Patsy and Eugene were admitted because they had great English skills, but of course, English was their first language and it was also language their parents spoke to them at home. And Patsy and Eugene were part of only five percent of the student body that was non white, so ninety five percent of the school was white. Though Patsy flourished academically, she had trouble fitting in at the new school and made very few friends. Patsy's hobbies included listening to the radio and reading books which connected her to the world beyond Maui. Eventually, Patsy entered a new school to begin high school. There she was elected class president. She claims the support of the football team helped her secure the position. This was the start of her career in politics. While Patsy was in high school, the attack on Pearl Harbor occurred.

Archival Audio (FDR): Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in infamy.

Lexi: Local non-Japanese citizens became wary of the Japanese locals, despite no Japanese Hawaiians being involved in the attacks. Japanese families destroyed culturally significant family heirlooms such as katanas and kimonos. They shut down Japanese language schools and they disbanded their cultural clubs. At the same time, Japanese Americans in mainland America were being rounded up and sent to internment camps. Many of them had been born and raised in America and had never even visited Japan. Some of them were sansei, just like Patsy. But racism and fear led non-Japanese individuals to oust even their closest Japanese friends. In Hawaii, far less Japanese were sent to internment camps and Patsy narrowly escaped participating in a tragic part of her generation and culture’s upbringing. Despite this, Patsy later in life claimed that President FDR was her political inspiration. Patsy graduated from her high school as valedictorian in the middle of a global war. In the fall, Patsy was admitted to the University of Hawaii, her father's alma mater, and she began her studies. She participated on the debate team and became president of the pre-med club because at the time she was considering pursuing a career in medicine. As the war continued, many of Patsy's college friends decided to transfer to schools on the mainland for security reasons. One of her professors suggested she apply to a women's college on the mainland. She was admitted to Wilson College in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania which happens to be my home state. She met with the president of the college upon her arrival at the school; he told her she would probably struggle with her course work because the classes are all taught in English and she would be granted a private room. Patsy later recalled that he was so shocked when she replied in perfect English for multiple sentences, and she was then put in a shared room because if you can speak English, you can share a room. This was Patsy’s first taste of the ignorance many mainland Americans had about the Hawaiian territory, which was not yet a state. Patsy found the course work at Wilson to be below her, stifling her for real learning. She also faced discrimination from classmates and faculty. Because of this, she transferred to the University of Nebraska. It was at her third college that Patsy became engaged with policy making. The university's policy segregated white students and students of color in student housing. The international house, where she assumed she had been placed purely because Hawaii was not a state at the time, actually was home to both international students of color and American students were Black, Latinx, or Asian. The school’s other dormitories and the on-campus Greek housing only admitted white students. Patsy decided to take action and began a campaign to end the discriminatory policy. She led letter writing efforts, worked with the school newspaper, and spoke with local newspapers about the issue. Students she did not even know began supporting her in her campaign. She became president of the Unaffiliated Students, a group of individuals were not associated with Greek life at the University of Nebraska. Patsy was within just one semester a campus leader. The same year she starred at the University of Nebraska, the housing discrimination policy was lifted by the board. Unfortunately, Patsy suffered a medical emergency and had to return to Hawaii to be with her family, where she finished her last semester of college just where she started, at the University of Hawaii. She earned a dual major degree in chemistry and zoology. After graduation, she applied to medical school. Every school she applied to reject her. At the time, women were not admitted to medical school at a fair rate and women made up only about three percent of the student body of most American medical schools. And, because it was 1948, many colleges were focusing on admitting returned veterans. The odds had been stacked against Patsy, and unfortunately she would not be able to fulfill her goal and dream of becoming a doctor. Then Patsy started her first job in a museum at the Honolulu Academy of Arts. Museums always seem to be a factor in our shows… huh… Well anyway–

Alana: I wonder why… 

Lexi: I wonder why… I mean I didn't even know this about her when I picked her so this is super fascinating.

Alana: You were just– you are drawn to her.

Lexi: Yes.

Alana: The museum called out to you.

Lexi: The little museum bit. And this is actually where she met her mentor who encouraged her to pursue law, so it was through the museum that she found her true calling. And she was accepted to the University of Chicago under their international student quota, and though she desperately, desperately wanted to correct their error and remind her that being born in the Hawaii territory made her an American, she did not want to mess up the chance to get into law school, so she just rolled with it. So, she went to Chicago and she started law school. Patsy found law school intellectually a good match for her and it kept her engaged in her learning which was something she really cared about. She made many friends, some of whom were also Japanese American students studying law. It was at law school where she met her future husband, John Francis Mink. John was from a Pennsylvania mining town and his grandparents were Czechoslovakian immigrants. He had received his undergraduate degree from Penn State and was pursuing a Masters in geophysics at the University of Chicago. Patsy and John married while still in grad school. Patsy's parents disapproved, saying they wished that she would wait until the two graduated, though it is speculated they may have had qualms about her marrying a white man. Patsy graduated in 1951 as the first Hawaiian woman to graduate from the University of Chicago with a law degree. John and Patsy remained in Chicago and had a daughter named Gwendolyn who goes by Wendy for short. And after she was born, they decided it was time to move back to Hawaii. A really shitty, dumb law at the time made women citizens of their husbands’ home states. Who decided that, what for, I do not know. This meant Patsy, despite spending less than a semester for life in Pennsylvania, was a Pennsylvania resident. She fought this law, arguing that the couple had never resided there together and she was granted Hawaiian residency and she was able to take the bar exam in Hawaii. Though she passed, she could not find work as a lawyer. The dual reality of her gender and race was working against her. Potential employers found that it would not be appropriate for a married woman to work long hours as a lawyer and they also feared she would decide to have another child. Go figure, they just assume these things about women, blahblah blahblah blah, people suck. So with the assistance of her father, she opened her own firm, advertising herself as the first Japanese woman lawyer in Hawaii. She had few clients, so she worked as a part time professor and took court appointed cases to supplement her income. When Hawaii was granted statehood, Patsy knew she wanted to run for government positions. She helped start a club in Oahu for young Democrats and expanded her interest in politics. In 1959, she ran for a position in Congress, but was not elected. In 1962, she won a seat in Hawaii’s State Senate. She had run an intense door to door community campaign, and it had worked. Patsy became the chair of the Education Committee and served in the State Senate until 1964. Patsy was determined to make change on a national scale and continue to campaign for selection as a candidate for the Democratic Party of Hawaii. In 1964, Hawaii was granted a second seat in the US House and Patsy ran to be the representative; she became the first Asian American woman to serve in Congress and the first woman to represent Hawaii. During the eighty ninth Congress, from 1965 to 1967, only thirteen of the five hundred thirty five combined senators and representatives were women. Patsy was the only woman of color. There's actually an awesome picture of the thirteen women and Patsy’s just right there in the middle with a big smile, but I think it's so crazy when you think about percentages and scale and how that doesn't accurately represent America, and, hm, anyway. Patsy fought for gender and racial equality. She promoted bilingual education, co-wrote Title IX, and promoted affordable child care. As a working mother, she knew she needed to support other working parents. Even though she moved to DC to take her new role she often traveled home to Hawaii to visit her constituents and hear their concerns. In 1970, she was the first Democratic woman to deliver a State of the Union response. She also passed an act in 1974 protecting women's access to equal education. She also spoke openly against America's participation in the Vietnam War, fearing the effects on civilians of the weapons that were being used. In 1976, she attempted to run for the U. S. Senate but lost. Then the Democratic Party of Oregon asked Patsy to run for president. Because they had an anti-war focus, Patsy felt they shared values and agreed to run for them. Patsy only got two percent of the Democratic primary vote, but she broke barriers as an Asian American and woman running for president; she was the first. East Asian American woman to seek the democratic nomination for president. Patsy also served as the Assistant Secretary of State for Oceans and International Environmental and Scientific Affairs in the Carter administration. In 1990, Patsy returned to Congress as a representative for Hawaii. She founded the Congressional Asian Pacific American Caucus and served six more terms in the House. In the summer of 2002, Patsy fell ill with pneumonia. She was hospitalized in her home state. She died in September 2002. Because ballots had already been printed for the 2002 election, her name still appeared as the candidate. Despite passing before the election, she won by a vast majority. Her replacement, Ed Case, still serves as a representative for their district of Hawaii today. After Patsy passed away, the Title IX Act was officially renamed the Patsy Mink Act. Patsy was actually one of the women I covered in my personal Instagram campaign to combat the lack of Asian American women in U. S. history core education standards, and as of 2020, no state public school history standard mentions an Asian American woman by name. I've said it on the pod before, I'll probably say it again; let's make sure students learn about people like Patsy, especially young girls in the Asian American community who can see themselves in politics because someone like Patsy broke barriers for them. Patsy continues to be the subject of documentaries and podcasts. In fact, of all the women that I've covered so far, she was featured on the most podcasts according to my quick Google. Obama awarded Patsy a posthumous Presidential Medal of Freedom, commemorating her work for the people of Hawaii and the nation, and remembered her as the embodiment of the Aloha spirit. Of Patsy, Obama said “Every girl playing little league, every woman playing college sports, and every parent, including Michelle and myself, who watches their daughter on a field or in a classroom, is forever grateful to the late Patsy Mink.” Patsy left her mark on US politics, paving the way for iconic Asian American politicians today like Mazie Hirono, Tammy Duckworth, Andrew Yang, and even Kamala Harris. Mahalo and arigato, Patsy. Lastly, I would like to thank the National Women's History Museum for the awesome page if they put together on her which I used as one of my main sources and I interned there this summer and the content is really well researched and totally worth checking out if you need resources on other women like Patsy.

Alana: I think I remember Obama– like I remember him giving the Presidential Medal of Freedom to her. And I think I remember him also being like she was a political icon of his, outside of what she did for like Asian Americans and women and Asian American women. Like he was just like this is someone else from Hawaii who was doing cool political things. Like role models don't need to be gendered.

Lexi: Yeah I was just gonna say like Hawaii is his home. It might be that being born there and her being born there really built a connection for him between them.

Archival Audio: My mother and I were put behind a screen door in the drawing room. We were allowed to listen, but we couldn’t be seen.

Haley: This is gonna be a wild ride because I have a lot of anecdotes about my life and to this woman, and this woman is Alice Roosevelt Longworth known as the president's daughter or the American celebrity of her time, and she was even referred to as Princess Alice. Like I said, I have a lot of anecdotes about my life and the Roosevelts. Can I interest anyone with a fun fact?

Lexi: Yes I love fun facts.

Haley: Thank you for your enthusiasm Lexi. Her father–

Lexi: Yes! I love fun facts!

Alana: Always! I always want the fun facts!

Haley: I love these two people. President Theodore Roosevelt is technically my fraternity brother. It's like a technical, like they– we say it, we claim as like the boast Roosevelt is like our fraternity brother but there's no– I think, I don't think there's like actual documentation that they were Alpha Delta Phi fraternity members, so– and also if you're listening to me like “that's a fraternity, no women allowed” I am part of the Alpha Delta Phi Society, we still claim post-split to be like gender neutral and be like “hey, women should be involved not just as our secretaries.” That's a whole other tangent I could go on. Google it, if you will. I think there's even a Wikipedia about it. But yeah he's my fraternity brother. I say that a lot when I like, see pictures or like statues of any of the Roosevelts, it’s a great time. I'm gonna start us off with like an inkling of a Teddy quote since we've been talking about him, and a lot of you may know that this quote whisper it while you listen to it if you're in the car, taking a shower, just chilling on your bed hugging a dog, anyway Teddy once said “I can do one of two things, I can be President of the United States or I can control Alice. I cannot possibly do both.” That's just giving you a taste of what a ride we’re going to go on. So what did Alice do to be worthy of such a quote, and the honor of being one of our political ladies for this episode? Honestly I could go on hours– I know I say this all the time, I can go on an hour long tangent on Alice, and I'm going to keep it just to like her pol– main political topics. Again, cracking this history book wide open to the birth of Alice on February 12 1884. Unfortunately, two days later, both her mother and her paternal grandmother died, and she was raised by her aunt Anna Roosevelt, and grew up with her five other half siblings between New York and Washington. This leads into another fun fact, if you will. You can visit their house at Sagamore Hill, and my friend was a ranger there once last year, and I got to go visit her during our Friendsgiving and slept in one of the barns on their site and there's like, I think Teddy's buried there, Alice is not but we'll get to that. But they have a whole like Roosevelt cemetery, it's a whole historic site in Long Island. The barn is haunted by something because I could not sleep at all, I just felt like something kept waking me up and I kept looking at this like one creaky door. Because we were in like her guest rooms, which was like two, two other twin beds in case they were like more Rangers on duty. And mine looked straight at this old door that kind of like lead into a mudroom and the outdoors. I swear there was no light outside. Like I went around, like the next time, I twisted my ankle trying to get around to that area, and I couldn't find like where this porch light would be giving such a green mist of color around this door at night because like all the lights were like those museum fluorescent like white bright lights or like– nothing green light and it freaked me out. Anyhoo that's end of like my tangent with that fun fact. Go visit Sagamore Hill for more Teddy content. And as a child– back to Alice– it was clear that she was a brilliant woman. Many sources noted that she was quote self taught in many of her areas of studies and was an avid reader. Along with her brilliance, she was considered to be a stubborn, strong-willed, risk taker, headline-maker, rabble-rouser, and trendsetter. Just all the things and you want in a lady. Alice's political side didn't shine through her skin cells until her father was sworn into office after President McKinley was assassinated in 1901. She was also, if not like the first, the first of any of the president's daughters to take like on a political role, kind of like with Lexi you were saying like there are a lot of firsts going on, and I believe this was like a first, for whatever reason, but she was the first of like president's daughter having some sort of political action that she like was like “hey let's fix this. I'm gonna do this, I'm a lady, I'm brilliant, I can do this, I have a voice.” And for example, in 1905 she accompanied Congressmen to Asia as like a quote goodwill ambassador for the administration, for like one of those let's go see the sights that we see a lot of political figures around the world do. There she was involved in a lot of peace discussions that were like post Russo-Japanese War. So there's a lot there. There's a lot on like the White House website that's in the sources, but it was more about the politics rather than Alice herself and I saw that a lot when I was reading things about Alice. Like when it started to get political it was heavily on the politics not much so what Alice did for those political actions or her political voice. I don't know if that's like author writing stuff…  I didn't write it, all I know is that she was married. I believe it was like around 1906 and it was to Nick Longworth– that's why we have the Roosevelt Longworth name– who was actually part of the Republican Party. So at this time it was the Progressive Party which was her father Teddy Roosevelt and herself and then the Republican Party. And Alice agreed with her father on political stances, thus the Progressive Party, thus making these different political ideals kind of like a wrench in their relationship. But there’s a lot of other stuff that made this marriage kind of like a very topsy turvy one. But also there was alcoholism and affairs and they didn't necessarily come from Nick. This is where I read many sources where like Alice had many different lovers. I didn't really dig into Nick’s because like… men… we're here for Alice. But it was noted that she had different affairs, lovers, and these were all other men in the government. More on her political leaning, I didn't see anywhere that they got divorced, but they did have a daughter, Paulina, and Nick died bef– like way before Alice's death and she would– like should write books and go on like traveling trips, even post Daddy being in office to support Paulina. So I said her father died– that was a great segue, good job Haley. Even after her father died, she continued to use her voice in politics. She was one of the people who led the charge to keep the US from joining the League of Nations, and this is we're gonna get into like right around World War II. She was also a tough critic on how FDR was handling the Great Depression, and she at this time had a syndicated newspaper column where she would just bash politics, essentially. She would use this column to speak her voice and say “Hey, I have this, I’m gonna use it, I'm going to speak my mind, not care if I'm gonna piss any other political figure heads off” which… snaps for her. She also used her voice when she was on different committees to help the US, especially throughout World War II. She was heavily on the side of being neutral. I believe she was like even the head of some of these committees, these US implemented committees, to stay neutral. And just like overall politics itself. I couldn't find any where she was on a specific women's rights, education, it was more glossed over. I could have missed something. Other than being on committees, writing in newspapers, going on different platforms to speak her mind, she also would campaign for others such as Taft’s campaign and it was noted that she was friends with the Kennedys, Nixons, and the Johnsons; all other political figurehead families and future presidents. I didn't know where to put this little story, but like I need to say it, it's great. She was known for like, being like, that wild child. But in her wild child youths, she was known for smoking on the White House rooftop, and I'm like trying to picture the White House in my head, and obviously it probably changed a little bit since like Teddy was president, but like… I want to know if like you could see her from like walking on the Mall just like chilling on the roof because her father said she couldn't smoke inside the house for like a whole laundry list of reasons, it's not ladylike, blah blah blah, and she would just go to the roof and be like “I want to smoke. I'm going to do it on the roof. You can't touch me when I'm on the roof.” And she would also carry around a snake in her purse, and the snake’s name is Emily Spinach, yes, Emily Spinach was her… her snake’s name. Like honestly I would just love to carry around like a snake in my purse or any animal in my purse.

Alana: That’s my aesthetic.

Haley: It's an iconic name, Emily Spinach. This also confused me because I saw many pictures of her with a small dog. Like, kind of like a chihuahua, kind of like a pomsky, like one of those small fluffy dog mixes, so I want to know if like the snake and the dog got along. I don't– I don't know. I couldn't see my small dog like, liking a snake much.

Alana: I think small dogs were bred to hunt snakes. I'm not good at like the history of dog breeds but a lot of those small breeds were bred to hunt like pests, so–

Lexi: Rats, snakes.

Haley: Yeah, very confused.

Lexi: I guess if you raised it from a puppy around your snake, it might– it might have a different view, but like I don't let my parrot and my dog hang out. Maybe she didn’t let them hang out. That’s chill. I don’t know.

Haley: Yeah, I couldn't find a picture of like the two of them together, and if anyone does, please send it our way. That is– that would be an incredible portrait. Because she also– a lot of her faces are kind of like a “I don't want to be here” face, the classic “please leave me alone” which is iconic. And like one of her wedding photos is between like her, her dad and like her husband, and her face is just like “I so don't want to be like here right now…” Chef's kiss, I can feel it. I felt the energy. My last tidbit, of course, is while she was born in New York City, she was buried in Rock Creek Park Cemetery when she died at the age of 96. And I actually went to Rock Creek Park Cemetery a few years ago, when living in DC. At least like on the outside of it, if it's the same cemetery. I went to many cemeteries in DC, doing like the spooky tours but also getting from like point e– point A to point B, because like Rock Creek Cemetery is like way to get into like Maryland area. Also, anyhoo, on their website she's noted as one of their famous residents, and on their tour I believe that her like tomb, grave area is like part of their cemetery tour. Keep it respectful, people. And that's my story on Alice. 

Alana: I like that she carried a snake around in her purse. That is my aesthetic. That is goals.

Lexi: Snakes are fun little noodles.

Alana: They’re so fun.

Haley: Snakes are fun. I would love a snake. Emily Spinach. I now want like a stuffed snake to name it Emily Spinach. Lexi, I remember that one of your friends or your sister requested this.

Lexi: Yes, my sister Elena Hoffman who is in law school in DC at the George Washington University. She’s not my biological sister, she's my sorority sister she sent me this like– 

Alana: That always confuses me.

Lexi: Sorry.

Alana: Lexi will say that she has a sister and I'm like no you don't and I've– because I forget that she’s in a sorority.

Lexi: Anyway, she sent me this picture that's like one of those tumblr history… we take it with more salt than the Dead Sea.

Alana: Take your internet history lessons with more salt than the Dead Sea.

Lexi: Exactly. And it was like one of those like distorted screenshots where some screenshots it a million times and shares it like a meme. It was– it was about her being crazy, was like smoking cigarettes on the Mall, carrying around a snake, blah blah, a lot of which turns out to be true, so… Elena, thank you for suggesting her. I hope this confirms your weird internet history for you.

Haley: I really thought because I've seen like some of those pictures too, but it kept coming up in sources that I was like “oh they're not gonna give me like misinformation.” If they were, like I wouldn't be surprised, like misinformation comes up even in like what we call good sources. Like correct us if you're more widespread in the Alice history. Because I keep forgetting that like when we do this research, we do like probably like three hours of research, maybe less, maybe more depending on the person, but there are like, people devoted to this for their life's work. So like please, again we say this every episode.

Alana: If we're wrong let us know.

Archival Audio: “My guest, director, producer Valerie Red-Horse Mohl, let's start with the subject. What is the subject of your– your documentary?” “Well the name of the film is Mankiller and that actually is Wilma Mankiller’s last name. Wilma was the first woman elected Principal Chief of the Cherokee Nation and her story is just so relevant today.”

Alana: So my political icon for today is Wilma Mankiller, who has the best last name ever in the entire world, it's amazing. It's actually a military rank that was achieved by one of her ancestors, but kids made fun of her for it. If your name is Mankiller, why would you– why would you make fun of that? Because one time–

Lexi: First off, I would be scared.

Alana: Exactly! Exactly, why wouldn't you be scared? One time as like a grown up she was fed up with it and she said to somebody that it was a nickname and that she'd earned it. And I’m just like, what a woman. Very cool. So, she was born on November 18, Scorpio, 1945 in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. Her father's name was Charley Mankiller and he was Cherokee, and her mother was an Irish Dutch woman named Irene Sutton. And Wilma describes her family as an “activist family” so that is how she grew up to be an activist. She was the sixth of eleven children so right there in the middle. And when she was eleven years old, when she was eleven years old, the federal relocation programs that meant to encourage– I'm doing the massivest air quotes in the whole world– encourage assimilation. (Frustration noises) The racism!

Lexi: I just puked in my mouth a little bit.

Alana: The racism! But they moved her family to San Francisco, where they were poor in Oklahoma and they were destitute in San Francisco. It was bad news bears. She married for the first time in 1963 to an accountant from California named Hector Hugo Olaya de Bardi. They had two daughters, and I'm gonna bring up their names– Gina and Felicia. Felicia is my middle name. I think it was Haley, Haley was it you who I told you my middle name and you thought I was kidding?

Haley: Yeah.

Alana: Felicia is legit my middle name. That's true. I will show you my birth certificates, or my passport probably is more likely because I have that on me. In 1969, there was a nineteen month Native American occupation of the island of Alcatraz. Like nobody was using it, it had yet to become a tourist trap and it wasn’t a prison, and so it was sort of like out of use. But for nineteen months, Native American activists occupied Alcatraz and they like had schools and were just doing really amazing things.

Lexi: That's so cool. I didn't know that about Alcatraz and that is so cool.

Alana: It was amazing. But this happened while Wilma was living in San Francisco, which is you know right near Alcatraz, of course. It awoke something in her. She considered it a benchmark in her activism that inspired her to shift her career more towards political activism as opposed to being a mom and doing other things. Her husband wanted her to stay home and be more of like a traditional– massive air quotes again– housewife, so they got a divorce, which is what I would do as well if my husband was like “no I want you to stay home.” I’d be like first of all, why didn’t you tell me this before we got married we could have saved both of us a whole heap of trouble and just not gotten married in the first place but okay. But they got divorced, and so Wilma moved with her daughters back to her family land in Oklahoma, where she became involved in community government and improvement projects. In 1979, she survived a very bad car accident where her best friend died and she was also diagnosed with– I'm probably gonna pronounce this super wrong– myasthenia gravis, which is a neuromuscular disorder that made it hard to talk, hard to write, hard to use her hands in general. So she started the Bell, Oklahoma water project; and Bell, Oklahoma is a tiny, itty bitty, little town in Oklahoma, so small, most people only spoke Cherokee, and they were in like dangerous living conditions. There was no clean water, it was just a bad time all around. But using federal grant money and local volunteers, she managed to construct eighteen miles of a water system and repair a lot of the dangerous living conditions. While she was recruiting volunteers she met her second husband who was full Cherokee named Charlie Soap. I'm not gonna say nothin about her dad and her second husband having the same name, but okay. That's a deal breaker for me, but you know what Wilma, go for it.

Haley: If I found another person with the name Fuzzy. I think I would have to marry them. I don't know like I feel like that's just too insane not to.

Alana: So Ross Swimmer, in 1983, chose her as a running mate for the Cherokee Nation election as he was running for Principal Chief and he wanted her to be his deputy. And they won, despite sexism and death threats. And in 1985 Swimmer took a position in the federal government and Wilma became full time Chief, full time Principal Chief, not deputy anymore. She served two more terms, for a total of ten years as Principal Chief. She decided not to run for reelection in 1995 because of her health. Under her leadership, tribal enrollment was up, infant mortality was down, literacy was up, unemployment was down. She created a self-sufficient health care system, although that's not really going so great anymore because of Covid and racism. Two really bad things, just in general. Of my least favorite things right now, I would say Covid and racism, really high up there on my list of dislikes. She won the Presidential Medal of Freedom, actually, in 1998 from President Bill Clinton who I'm probably gonna talk about in not a flattering light in a couple weeks. And she died in 2010 of pancreatic cancer. She left a legacy of cultural pride and self sufficiency and self government for the Cherokee people. It was her whole thing was like we can do this ourselves, we aren't helpless, we can create our own governments and our own systems, we can be just as good at government for ourselves as these white people who are like imposing these restrictions on us. We can govern ourselves. And so that was her whole thing was like we don't need outside help. That's the story of Wilma Mankiller. I have a couple of closing statements about– for the episode in general. I have been very frustrated lately with people who say that they stay out of politics.

Lexi: It comes to replace a privilege.

Alana: It comes from a place of privilege!

Lexi: But people in different communities can have different levels of privilege, unfortunately.

Haley: Yes.

Lexi: And they can try to exclude themselves from the political process because they think it doesn't affect them, which is blowing my mind. I just–

Lexi: The place I see it the most, and I'm– I don't know if you guys have noticed this too; so many people outside of museums, old heads in museums, trying to say museums should be apolitical. And this frustrates me to no end. For one, everything is political. The existence of a museum is political.

Haley: Yes.

Lexi: Our existence is political. People working in a museum, people who live and then also work in a museum. It's all political. Everything you do– your kid going to school? Political. Your kid go to school? that's political. You eat food? Politics. You wear glasses? You go to the doctor? All politics. This is all political. So, when people say museums are apolitical, I just want to– or or even when they say museums are bipartisan, museums lean one way or the other. And museums tell stories, and stories always have a bias in them, and museum shouldn't try to be apolitical. Museums should aim to tell stories and to make change in their communities. 

Haley: I’ve had a similar conversation– I will not give like personal details, but the bottom line was that… the argument that this person was trying to say why they shouldn't be political, were all like human rights… it was just like oh well museums are already like not racist, or like not gender biased and it’s like–

Lexi: Well that's wrong.

Alana: That’s just false.

Haley: But they– like they were trying to skirt around the way of saying like, “oh but these aren't, these are human rights stances, like we can talk about those in museums.” Even though like kind of saying that they're like not happening, trying to be on the more of like there is no gender bias there is no like blah blah blah– which is false, but saying like because those are human rights that they're not political, thus like a museum can talk about it, but we can't say like major political statements which–

Lexi: Human rights is political. It shouldn’t be, all humans should have rights, but…

Haley: Yes! Yes!

Alana: That's why they're called human rights.

Haley: The US has made this a political argument, of course like– regardless of what your stance is, like say “oh these are purely human rights,” not everyone sees it that way.

Lexi: And museums are racist.

Haley: Yes, museums are racist.

Lexi: You know, everyday– everyday, I like sit in the shower because I'm just so overwhelmed. And I think “Museums bad. Museums racist. Museums sexist. Me museums? Me learn museums? Me bad. Me racist. Me sexist. What this all for.” And then I say “That’s museums. Long live the museum.” Because I believe museums can be better places, but–

Haley: And we see that a lot.

Lexi: Yes. There are so many museums doing good work, like District Six Museum in South Africa, the Anacostia Community Museum in DC, one closer to home. Like there are so many museums doing good work, actively anti-racist work. But the historical institution, until we admit this organization is founded on racist and sexist principles–

Haley: We’re getting into a whole chunk of my thesis about the origin of museums. I could–

Alana: I was more talking about, in the broader sense. Like the non-museum people who I know who are like “oh I stay out of politics” and who have friends who are opposite sides of the aisle.

Lexi: Oh, “I don’t vote because I don't care”? Like–

Alana: “I don't know because I don't care.” I think there comes a time, you come to realize that just you existing is political.

Lexi: Yes.

Haley: I also think–

Alana: Like, my existence is political just by virtue of who I am.

Haley: Yes. I also want to like reference like Enola Holmes, remember that part where–

Alana: I was thinking about that a lot.

Haley: It was in the cafe and it was Sherlock–

Alana: Sorry, Lexi. 

Haley: And this other cafe human…

Alana: Edith, I think is her name.

Haley: Edith, yes. She was running the cafe and running the upstairs like women learning Jiu Jitsu…

Lexi: The suffragist karate school.

Haley: Yeah, yes. Don’t quote me if it’s Jiu Jitsu.

Lexi: They did not mention the kind, I think it was just martial arts.

Haley: Okay, martial arts. Martial arts. But Sherlock was like “oh I don't get into politics” and…

Lexi: That pissed me off.

Alana: Because like, then she was like “because the system in place benefits you and you don’t want to see it change.”

Archival Audio: “Show me what democracy looks like!” “This is what democracy looks like!” “Show me what democracy looks like!” “This is what democracy looks like!” “Show me what democracy looks like!” “This is what democracy looks like!”

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Alana: Our logo is by Alexia Ibarra, you can find her on Twitter and Instagram at LexiBDraws. Our theme music is by me, GarageBand, and Ameliea Earhart. Lexi is doing the editing. You will not see us, and we will not see you, but you will hear us, next time, on Lady History.

[OUTRO MUSIC]

Haley: Next week on Lady History, we’re cracking open the history books and talking about some historic and iconic lady authors. Remember, a book a day keeps the stupidity away.

[truerescreatuconfessions]

this is in response to "you'd think Schemes would have to be on her best behavior now to keep her account - yanno, like the rest of us would have to - but nope lol. She has started arguments in the sb & ignored staff when they intervened, publicly spoken about & posted in her blog/profile about this Rescon and her ban (topics the rest of us aren't allowed to mention)... Just get use to it. The rules don't apply the same to everyone, period. That's policy now. Pegasus & Hallows are to thank for it."

as silly as i may seem sitting here, defending the same people who probably banned me, please don't shift blame meant for me onto pegasus or hallows; they don't deserve that. please try to be understanding and kind. they're doing their job, and..its not an easy one.

my actions or "crimes against res" have been judged, that much is clear. i have no intentions of clearing my name anymore, its pointless, partially because of myself, and partially because most of you have decided who i am for me. on a positive note for those who do care about me, update- i've been putting my mental and physical health first and boy do i feel great. came back from my doctors apt for my upcoming surgery to..being banned.. and i didn't even react. we only give power to what we allow and i choose peace.

i don't care if my name is slandered on here, its been slandered from the birth of this blog, i might've even been its muse <3 :') ily guys for keeping my name alive and there is no sarcasm intended here, i just try to make myself laugh even in crappy situations.

however the same defense i wrote about dan i'll repeat here about pega and hallows, and i don't even know her (hallows). my actions are my actions and please let's just keep the blame focused on me. i can handle it. i've never felt so low reading these posts and at one point it almost really destroyed me completely, but i'm getting by. don't slander others names especially if you don't know how hard they work, (idk how hard now but pegasus used to bust her ass as support and i respect her a lot) or what they struggle with internally and what harm it could do to them, so don't try to drag their names through the mud. its really cruel and unfair. 

also i'd like to note that the only "confrontation i had in sb" where it may have seemed like i was starting something was with rowan, who i apologized to minutes later. in my defense, my name was brought up first, and my clarification of the situation may have come off verbally harsh. it was a big miscommunication, and to my knowledge rowan and i do not have hard feelings towards each other. they're pretty neat. 

i have posted about my ban in my blog which last i checked wasn't against the rules. the rules state to refrain from discussing banned members, not "you can't discuss your own ban"

(however when i was banned people were talking about me in the sb? its the double standards for me) me, speaking on my own ban is well within the rules and my right. i never mentioned word for word "truerescreatuconfessions" or even the words RESCON or referred anyone to this blog, so how did i break the rules/am above them??? i said "a blog" and right away that wording was automatically edited and removed from my posts and i was given a warning. soo.....what are you even saying anon?

the rules apply to everyone, including me which is why im banned, again. anyway, the lesson i've learned is that i can't expect the same love i show people and i've learned that the hard way this time around. just because i call people my friends doesn't mean they really consider me a friend. i'm only their friend when its beneficial to them, such as getting them a job on staff, a promotion, or saving them from being fired. LOL. tea time for another day ig if y'all are nice to me!!!!! once im no longer beneficial, or doing someone a favor or helping / gifting someone (by the way, this is something i would do because it made me HAPPY, not because i needed them or wanted them to like me. i like me, and i.. don't need anyone, except the people who have shown time over time they are my true friends. the ones who call who check on me, the ones who FaceTime me while im in the hospital sick, the ones who send me random messages throughout the day telling me i am loved, and that things do get better, and guess what? they have gotten better.)

another thing i noticed, once i started making new friends, my other "friends" start showing secret animosity. i can't ever win.. things turned around for me post my unbanning and i earned pets onsite but y'all will say its fake. ya'll will say dan changed my hatch luck. the same dan who fined me my entire savings//tu i had on res, the same dan who took my favorite creatu as punishment? lol stop.

the sad part is almost all the amazing creatu ive obtained since my unban weren't even hatched by me. they were hatched by random people or just active users, but that holds no weight here. i understand trust has to be earned. i really did try to be the best person i could be to everyone and as impartial as possible however when people get upset with me for picking and choosing who i decide to share MY pets and my time with, thats where i draw the line, because its ridiculous. i'm just happy that i got to fulfill a few more players goals such as unicorn w/ her albino kioka, and boonys with their achromatic and albino liyure, and i got to witness stargazer hatch an albino liyure which she's been trying to obtain for years and the matching colored pets eldritch and i hatched and tagged matching names onto. moments like THOSE are the ones i'll always remember. i know i have no say over anything pertaining to my account since i'm banned, but i truly truly hope juke gets heartache. they were working on an oak for me and they paid me half, and although the chances of that happening are slim, i really hope they obtain the name. i hope kitsune is returned to jess, she allowed me to hold on to it. i hope espeon, lust, anxiety, requiem and yvetal are returned to akechi. i was only babysitting them. there are logs of this. i also sold reptile to anakin a while ago, but i forgot to tag the name off because i got so caught up in rl it slipped my mind and she forgot to remind me, but it is my fault. the name and pet do belong to her though. i really wanted to gift my albino cyid to zydrate for their memorial pet on their birthday, but i guess my time has run out. i'm so so sorry. 

for anon below who, let me rephrase, for multiple anons who have expressed their hatred, dislike or indifference towards me, all your opinions are valid. i respect you for voicing it. i work on being a better person every day, so no one ever has to feel that way because of me again. i never meant to hurt anyone, and if i did, i am genuinely sorry. 

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[rotationalsymmetry]

Since I'm stuck thinking about this anyways,

Why I Don't Like Radfems (remix #527)

I'm trans. I support trans women. End of story.

I'm kinky. Radfems think kink is bad. This is a problem for me.

(Also, radfems can be weird about women/afab people who aren't women but who radfems think are women, having sex with amab people? I, yeah, take that kind of personally actually. I, a bisexual, am not incapable of consenting to "straight" sex just because society rewards heterosexuality, OK?)

I support sex workers, and sex workers generally want decriminalization. Radfems want to ban sex work, either directly or by punishing the clients but not the sex workers themselves -- which, if they'd listen to sex workers, they'd learn that this still makes things more dangerous for the sex workers themselves.

I'm in favor of people picking their gender expression for themselves. Women who want to dress feminine should be able to do that. (Also women who don't personally prefer that but want to live smoothly within society.) Women who want to dress masc or androgynous should be able to do that. Historically radfems used to be against butch/femme expression in the lesbian community, and currently they've shifted to "butch/femme" terms are for lesbians only" which is a fucking weird take OK? The world will not end if you just let people, lesbians and otherwise, dress how they want and choose the terms that they think best describe them. (And if people want to do some things in their relationships that resemble heterosexual relationships, so the fuck what? Live and let live. Not everybody needs to be doing things the same way; a butch/femme couple with strict roles can peacefully coexist with a femme/femme couple, a butch/butch couple, a butch/femme couple where the femme is the breadwinner and the butch takes care of the household stuff and occasionally likes to wear a skirt just for a change of pace, etc.)

There is in practice a tremendous amount of overlap between radfems and aphobes, and I support ace/aro/whatever people and understand them to be valuable members of the queer community.

Also, the word queer. There's a whole thing around that. I'm on side "not gay as in happy, queer as in fuck you" in no small part because I'm not gay. Like y'all won't let me have that term. So yeah. I like the term that thinks that my "straight" or "passing" aspects don't negate my non-straight ones. I like the term that could mean gay or could mean bi or could mean trans or could mean ace or could mean some non-Western understanding of gender and sexuality and you have no idea which one I mean.

In my admittedly not that extensive experience of reading what radfems have to say about their beliefs, it is my experience that radfems lie through their teeth. And, ok, every movement has some dipshits in it. But...that sort of dishonesty and willingness to play dirty in general seems more pervasive in terfdom/radfem politics than in other groups, from what I can see.

Anyways. I was raised liberal and still hold to a lot of liberal values, like tolerance and being willing to listen to people with different opinions from you. Good values. So it pains me to refuse to openly engage in dialog with people who disagree with me. But I think that this is one case where it's the best/least bad option. If you interact with my blog and I can tell that you're a terf or otherwise a radfem, I'm blocking you on sight, no recourse no chance to talk it out. On the off chance that someone reading this does actually want honest dialog, I recommend star-anise's posts on the subject. I believe she's done with responding to asks on this subject though so don't send her asks. I'm not sure I know anyone who's up for talking it out right now. Please respect people's boundaries. You can read stuff without interacting with it and post separately to your own blog. This is... a painful and exhausting subject for a lot of us, and people who are otherwise willing to discuss in good faith have been worn down by trolls and assholes.

[toplesstopics]

Things that are unhelpful to say to a #freethenipple #feminist when she expresses her frustration that EVERY SOCIAL MEDIA SITE keeps banning her:

"you should post to (other site), they don't ban female nipples."

1. They probably DO ban them, they just don't publicly declare that they do.

2. I'm probably ALREADY POSTING THERE TOO. the fact that y'all keep "recommending" sites like Vimeo THAT I HAVE BEEN POSTING TO AS LONG AS I HAVE ON YOUTUBE proves exactly why they don't matter - no one uses them

3. The only way we can get social media and legal legislation to stop perpetuating topless gender discrimination against everyone who doesn't "look male" is by reaching enough people to leverage enough public shaming to convince said social media websites and lawmakers to consider it to their financial advantage to stop banning anyone who "looks female" from posting topless content on their platform. We will never reach effective saturation of public shaming unless we reach enough people to give enough of a shit, which we can't do if we willingly isolate ourselves to "safe spaces" that (theoretically) already allow nonsexual topless content from all genders (and that again, no one uses. See point 2.)

"don't be stressed /we're here for you /we support you."

That's adorable. Prove it by posting your own damn #freethenipple content. All your "will wishes" don't mean shit when they're deleted ALONG WITH THE POSTS YOU'RE COMMENTING ON.

"if you quit now, the patriarchy wins!"

Honestly at this point, I'm okay with that. I've devoted more than half a decade to this fun little adventure and the censoring and banning of my content has only gotten WORSE AND WORSE. I mean, today Facebook banned me for another week LITERALLY the MILLISECOND I posted a reply to a comment that included a link with a thumbnail with three pixels of a female nipple showing (that their own "hide preview" option failed to work, or I wouldn't have even posted it).

I keep saying this but I'll say it again : creating and posting #freethenipple content is EXHAUSTING. it is a constant slog with no reward. On top of the simple labor of recording and editing video, it's dealing with the constant onslaught of hateful insults and rape/death threats (which youtube /Facebook /Twitter /etc are totes fine with) and worse yet, realizing the utter powerlessness I have when these social media sites can and do wipe out all my hard work with a single run of an algorithm. The apathy of so - called supporters is draining too. It's really not the big deal to make and post your own #freethenipple content that you pretend it is. Hide your face, make an alternate account. Hell you have my full permission to download my (not yet banned) videos and re-upload them if that's what it takes to get you involved. But see the earlier point of simple words of support hidden in replies to content that will get wiped along with the client are cute but ultimately worthless. I CAN'T be the only one screaming into the void here. If you want to see progress, you HAVE to take part.

There's plenty more I could make but I'm already depressed and dispirited and also I have a toddler who wakes up at dawn. So ciao for now and please, make your own original #freethenipple content. Regardless of your gender, or what you look like, or your fear of getting judged. Take the steps you need up hide your identity, if you must. But you MUST take an active roll in all this. Even just a tiny initial post.

Thanks.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Declan basically do to Annabelle what Dan does

It is that simple

Pass the buck kid

What feels good and comfortable and safe to you?

"Yeah but that's my dad"

But that's your soulmate.

Alex and i modify what we do to each other for the general public. We're always rubbing or touching each other if we are busy and just pass by each other when hes not alien lies filled and drug riddled.

Its loving and not perverse. Its comforting. Saying im still here and love you but I'm busy.

Cause yoh know what lovers do... So no time for loving but baby you know what I look forward to! Its like a promise and shows loyalty. So it's banned.

Like snoop. I'd put my arm/hand on his shoulder and lean against him. But not my full arm around his back unless he was emotional or needed help standing or walking. And I don't run my hand up his arm or back. I'll pat his shoulder then run my hand down the rest to his love handle which is just below the rib but ij the middle of his back. But no further down. Or i would pat his back.

Cause i would make fun of Snoops for being so skinny. And would put my arm around his waist. Because all the little girls would hug Alex's neck and I would tease him that all them little girls were hussies being nice and respectful to my face and then when my back was turned to talk to snoop there they were hanging off his neck trying to learn how to hide them hickies they planned to give him

So, i told him "well I'll show you. Just you wait"

So i did inventory in the Sugar Shack so I told Alex nah I'll just do it tomorrow, let you do some school alone. Cause he never got to and he was sober. Except pot.

So I did it 3 times... Waited till Snoop said Alex was coming and I'd trash my hair, slap on lip gloss and smear it. Wipe my hand on Snoops face then throw my arm around his waist.

"Girl what you doing?!? Clean yourself up!! Your man is coming!!" Don Prudhome was shocked to see me in such disarray. I just giggled outta control.

Alex stopped dead. Took a breath. Then two. "Hey. You. What the fuck are you two doing?"

"Oh we're just at work! Come here babe!"

I think that was a mistake. We were all smiling and he wasn't. "Okay Snoop be prepared to move" my eyes looked worried and Alex thought it was guilt.

Don Prudhome jumped up "hey hey now! None of that here. No no. None. It's all good remain calm"

"Okay then what's THIS?" he grabbed a napkin and wiped Snoops face

"Move yet? Yeah?"

"No, Snoop not yet."

"I'll be getting the broom."

"No snoop don't worry. Here babe you wanna see it on my lips? Here wipe it on the napkin. See if it match"

Snoop let me pull his skinny ass all over that cardboard interior. To Alex we only in a flammable card board box already doused in lighter fluid. That's what snoop has always said. But I knew to get him confused. If I said it was me... I could buy time... And we would just see what would happen. Snoop knew the joke. But he didn't know how much of our lives we were risking. I didn't realize until that moment. I saw the flash. But he didn't move. I knew. It was the eye of the tiger he possessed. It would be 6 breaths.

"Okay now move!!! I pushed snoop then he pushed me and i pushed him and we both ended in this tiny tiny corner between two fridges. We peeked out and Alex was laying face down on the counter. So i locked snoop between both fridges. He was all "cant you just open the door?" So I did that too and he put a mopping cone on his head.

So its the only way i got snoop in on it.. I fixed my hair and cleaned my face. Locked the kitchen and went out to the window ledge Alex was now perched on very un-birdlike. "Sweetie? Are you okay? Did you get one of those side effects that are really bad? Maybe like hallucinations? Babe. Baby? Are you high?"

He jumped up. "What?!? Hell no! I SAW YOU JUST --what are you doing? Weren't you Just wearing one of Snoopy's shirts? The yellow one? With no pants or panty hose??? Why are you wearing that pretty white dress i asked you to wear this morning?"

"Hey baby you need to eat. Good thing it's lunch time already. Sit on the stool and Miss Shawntae will get you some food." I Said real patient and kind. "Hey! Shortie!!!" I yelled real loud and vulgar.

My man's eyes went like O.O

"Will you get him some food, baby honey and please?" I said real sweet. "AND HURRY IT UP!!" i yelled real loud and rude.

"Im so glad i think I'm not on drugs. I think." Said Mr O.O "man what you mean Snoop ain't here. I saw you talking to him all morning. Baby what's going on?"

"What you mean baby? Snoop is sitting right next to you"

"I ain't ever seen that man in my life" i didn't think his eyes could get any bigger but they Did. But then they got even bigger. He was breathing so rapid i was worried we went into over kill.

"Oh uh. Shawmtae!" At that second she closed both the freezer and fridge door. And Snoop stood still as a statue. With a clown face on. A red orange traffic cone. Holding a basketball. He slowly lifted his right hand into a US military salute. Then beat his chest. Once. Twice. Real slow and rhythmic on the fifth beat in slow motion he extended his long left arm the basketball to Alex

Don Prudhome grabbed one he had hidden and held it with two hands and said "go ahead and take it son" and Alex with shuddering horrified tears and shaking hands reached out real slow to take it. And as soon as his hands reached the goal Don Pudhome snatched it all dramatic "NO ITS MINE!!"

Alex dry sobbed 3 times. Janet Jackson's Rhythm Nation began on the stereo full blast through the entire park.

"I can't take it!! Babe get the food!!"

"Alex! This is real! You can't just leave me here!!"

"Okay y'all i gotta go. I'll cook him some food in the school. Y'all deserve to laugh for all that hard work you put into it!!"

"Miss??? Is it time for school?" Asked Miss Aubrey

"Yes. Miss Aubrey."

"See i told y'all" said Erica.

"Erica said shes always right. Can't she be wrong just this once?"

"Actually yes she can. Why don't you all wait and listen to this song? Im sure there's more to come."

"Its too loud! Miss! Its too loud!"

"Then bring your lunches and eat in the classroom."

I went up...

Alex was past near panic. He was in panic is this over mode. Shivering and crying. "Babe you act like you have the flu"

"I pissed my pants babe. They're in the washer. Don't just stand there. Say something. Suck my Dick if you want to" he stood up butt naked. "You got a dress i can wear or something?"

"Shh shit. Run to the bathroom in a hurry!! Oh my God the kids are coming! Alex!!"

I found him huddled in the corner of the bathroom shaking and shivering and crying. "This is the worst high I've never not gotten!"

"Well I'll see if i can get yoh some pot. Its gonna be okay baby. Its okay... The kids are here but they're used to free time" But not used to hearing a man cry for the first time in 13 years from the bathroom while wearing a skirt.

Tree posted a 9 hour and 45 minute video in y'alls DVR and I'll let it finish there.

But it was the first anniversary of Claytons adoption day. So here They came. All 3 of them in clown masks and balloons.

And that yellow jersey of Snoops I was wearing with a touch of lip gloss on the neck... And when i distracted Alex they swept a child up and put on that yellow jersey and took a picture with one of us adults.

Then Clayton got that jersey and all the poloroids as a gift for his "birthday"

Since the kids hadn't made anything. They made hearts with their hands. And gave Clayton all their love and support for his life time.

It was size adult 2x so he could wear it for the rest of his life and always think of us.

So enjoy the Torture we did to Alex Laughlin. It was really bad. And be glad we are celebrating life with Coronoas for the next month.

Thank you Wendy for scaring the shit out of people.

[artificialqueens]

I Remember You Differently (Trixya) - Chapter 4 - goth

One more high school lesbian AU for the good people of this blog. It’s the end of senior year, prom season, and Trixie thought she was finally over her crush on Katya from freshman year drama class. She was wrong. Kim is over it before it even starts.

A/N: Purely Trixya interaction, for the most part. Y'all deserve it.

Katya’s perched on the handrail leading to the restaurant, knees jutting out and legs tucked in, black jellies on the lower railing. Her fingers jitter against the metal, like she’s missing something. Trixie wants to hold her restless hands. She wants to kiss them. She wants them jittering across her skin.

Trixie doesn’t tell Katya this. Not in words, but in body language. Arms crossed tight across her chest, weight shifting foot to foot. She’s standing in front of Katya, about a foot away. It feels both like a mile and an inch apart.

She’s had girls before, and a handful of boys. It’s not virginal shyness holding her under. She thinks her problem might be its cousin: intermediately-experienced timidness. Trixie feels clueless around Katya, so fucking inept.

She pulls her arms around herself tighter.

Tonight marks the longest they’ve been around each other in years. Trixie breathes in the warm night air, steadying herself. They’re alone, in regards to other people. Cars are parked on the other side of the street, and an endless supply of cars drive past them. Trixie assumes they’re driving to other restaurants, and bars as well. It’s that time of night.

The last time she stood outside in the dark with Katya was their first date. It’s a lot to process, not adding-on and last date anymore. Prom night is going to end her.

To clear the air, it wasn’t entirely a date.

They were sophomores, then. Katya had left their high school after freshman year, enrolled in home schooling. Trixie thought that was that. She’d never talk to Katya again. She was so convinced, one night in the middle of the year, Trixie called Kim and begged she come over.

Trixie had a bit of a meltdown.

Kim saved her ass, quietly listening to her explain every interaction they had in drama class, nodding along. They sat still for a moment, on Trixie’s bedspread, before Kim flicked Trixie’s forehead. ‘She likes you, dummy,’ Kim said, rather matter-of-factly. ‘Ask her to go see a movie tomorrow.’

Again. Not entirely a date.

But she texted Katya fully intending it to be a date. After Katya said yes, Trixie danced in her room. She twirled and jumped around like an idiot. On the night of, when Trixie got back home, she threw herself across her bed, bubbling over with happiness.

Trixie remembers grinning into her pillow. They didn’t kiss or hold hands, Katya didn’t let Trixie pay for both of their popcorns, nor did either of them confess any pent-up feelings from the year before. Not quite the one of the love stories she had read in Cosmo.

Instead, they laughed like maniacs. An old married couple a few rows back even shushed them. The girls didn’t quiet down any, only laughed harder, slid further down their scratchy pleather seats. From there they talked over the movie neither of them were watching. Talked about topics like family drama, likes and dislikes, how things had changed since last year, and dreams for the future.

Katya said she wanted to design costumes. Trixie wanted to write plays. They joked about working together one day, loud mouths full of popcorn. Trixie thought it was magical. Better than any of the love stories she had read in Cosmo.

There were cues Trixie picked up. Things she noticed, one by one, when she glanced over at Katya throughout the movie:

Katya’s arm pressing against hers on the armrests; bony wrists digging into ample counterpart. Katya curled up in her seat, inclined towards her left, intruding upon Trixie’s space. Hair spilling over and mixing with Trixie’s own. Cologne mixing with Trixie’s perfume — Katya never wore cologne freshman year.

It was all needless, and Trixie’s stomach had churned at the possible implications of need. She felt a desperate tension between her and Katya that entire night. It’s building again. She can feel it. She’s been feeling it since Katya decided to reappear in her life.

Trixie doesn’t want to write plays anymore. She wonders what new dreams Katya has for herself.

Neither of the girls have said a word since Katya escorted Trixie out. It’s only been a minute or two, but time stretches out so much longer in silence. As much silence as there can be, anyway, on a busy night. A siren goes off a few streets away, but Trixie’s lost in a daze.

“P.F. Chang’s puts giant stone horses outside their restaurants in small towns.” Katya states, breaking the silence, pulling Trixie out of her stream of consciousness. “Can you imagine those here?”

Trixie takes the offering, runs with it, giggling at the imaginary scene. “I can imagine the pissed off Chicagoans. Petitioning for them to be taken down.”

Katya’s hands curl around the railing, supporting her slow bend forward. Trixie can smell the peppermint on Katya’s breath again. She can practically taste it. Trixie’s eyes trail up and down the length of Katya’s fingers, then up to the smirk on her lips.

“I’d want to mount one.”

That voice in Trixie’s head whimpers. Suggesting she say, ‘I want you to mount me.’

She’s on sensory overload: Katya’s curls, frizzing in the heat. Her red lips crooking up in one corner. Her green eyes, clear and bright under the artificial lighting. The colors make Trixie’s head swirl. Katya is like Christmas.

Trixie shrugs. “Of course you like lifeless things under your legs.” She plays with the hem of her dress, ignoring Katya’s instantaneous cackling, for her own sake. Trixie tries not to catalogue how the girl alternates between wheezes and squawks. The little breaths in-between.

She fails miserably; it’ll be what keeps her awake when she tries to sleep tonight. Trixie’s never heard a more ridiculous sound in her life.

Katya reaches out to tap Trixie’s shoulder, still laughing, and Trixie looks up. With each tap, her hand moves down goose-bump-covered skin, giggles heightening. Katya takes a breath to speak. She stole it from Trixie.

“Will you be free, Trixie? When you’re deceased?” The end of her sentence drops off. Trixie’s holding Katya’s hand. She didn’t mean to. It just felt natural, the way Katya’s was progressing towards hers.

Katya’s face is red. Again, past memories stir up within Trixie; she wants to scream. Moments ago, Katya alluded to sex with a stone horse, and here she is. Blushing, like how Trixie must be.

Trixie’s mind goes back even further. Minutes ago, Katya pressed her hand against Trixie’s lower back, guiding her, as if that’s how they’ve always been. Trixie realizes she’s holding that very hand, tips of her fingers brushing over veins. The skin is sweaty, but so is her own.

Trixie blames it all on the heat of the night.

One car drives by especially fast — how timely — giving a much needed breeze. Trixie’s free hand has to hold down her dress, and she shuts her eyes when Katya’s flick down to the movement. When she opens them, Trixie fixates on the blinking streetlamp up ahead.

She’s ready to let go, Katya’s skin is burning her alive, but Katya’s fingers squeeze down hard. Not enough to hurt — Trixie can feel the restraint. Katya could crush Trixie’s hand with ease. If desired.

She’s wet again.

Trixie holds back a whine, but she doesn’t hold back from mimicking Katya’s gesture. She’ll have to ask her friends about Katya’s metamorphosis from gangly pubescent virgin to whatever the hell she is now.

Katya clears her throat and cocks her head towards the restaurant entrance. “You said your friends wanted to meet—“ She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. Both of their heads whip around to the sound of the doors bursting open, and the sight of Adore ambling towards them.

If Trixie wasn’t aware of the short distance from Katya and her hand in her own, she would be hyper-aware, now. Katya’s grip keeps Trixie locked in place. Trixie would’ve had to fight the instinct to jump back, if not for that. The instinct of a closeted fourteen year old she’s finding herself reverting to.

Katya straightens up. It’s a merciful act, to pull back and taking the peppermint and cologne scents with her. Trixie cranes her head up to the murky black sky, saying a silent thanks.

As Adore comes closer, Katya’s jaw sets and her brow tightens. Trixie looks for a distraction and finds one in Katya’s legs gently swinging back and forth. The voice in her head screams at the contrasting image.

Adore’s soon standing next to Trixie but looks up at Katya. They look somewhat nervous, but mostly blazed out of their mind. Trixie spies a plastic baggie sticking out of their overalls. “The girls need to speak with you.”

“I’m talking to Trixie right now.” Trixie suspects Katya’s tone would be significantly cooler if the little freshman was replaced by a different friend of hers. She wonders if that was deliberate. It pisses her off, to imagine anyone taking advantage of Katya.

“Everyone’s getting upset. I don’t wanna get banned from another place. Please, Katya.”

So. This isn’t just a problem for Trixie’s friends. There’s humor to be found, somewhere. Trixie’s incapable, as every other emotion has a hold on her at the moment.

Katya sighs in defeat. She wiggles on-top of the handrail, better adjusting her position to hop off. Trixie backs up, helps her down with the hand still holding on. Trixie rolls her eyes at no-one but herself, feeling foolishly chivalrous. Adore eyes the two of them with a newfound smile.

Katya lets go when she lands. The embarrassment turns to mourning.

Trixie’s fingers flex. She’s convinced the lines of Katya’s palm are sure to be imprinted of Trixie’s own. She’s scared to check.

“Thanks,” Trixie almost doesn’t hear her over the cars driving by and the added sound of Adore smacking gum. Peppermint flavored. It must be Katya’s brand. She’s weirdly jealous of Adore for a hot second, then shakes her head to rid herself of the thought.

“I’m sorry, Trixie.” Her hand comes to Trixie’s arm, thumb rubbing a circle above her elbow. The movement is a languid rhythm, and Trixie shivers. “This’ll probably take awhile.”

Katya’s Docs make her about an inch taller, yet she has to lift her chin to make eye contact. It’s cute until it’s not; Trixie is hit with the full force of Katya’s jawline. She decides to only think about how tiny Katya has to be without her fucking boots.

Trixie bites down on her lip, concealing a grin. “I still have your number.” She stands stock-still, all she can do not to buckle at the knees. Katya’s thumbnail scratches her skin lightly. “I’ll text you.”

Katya smiles wide. “Do that.”

She disengages, thumbnail coming out of Trixie’s skin. Trixie feels cold without her touch. Katya turns around and pats Adore’s head before walking away, disappearing through the restaurant doors. Trixie’s confused as to why Adore isn’t joining her.

Every car passing by is louder now, and every light down the street is brighter. Trixie rubs the bridge of her nose. She can’t believe she’s going through fucking withdrawals with this girl.

Adore blinks at Trixie a couple times, before all-out laughing their ass off. Trixie frowns.

“What?”

“Hey,” Adore manages, regaining their breath. They reach into their back pocket with a smile. “You are nervous.”

“Your observational skills are astounding.” Trixie deadpans, crossing her arms. She watches as they laugh at her again, like they did earlier tonight.

There appears to be a problem removing the baggie from their pocket. It’s caught on something, and they mutter out a slurry of curses. Trixie doesn’t offer to help. It’s the little things in life.

After the short struggle the plastic is freed, and Trixie’s first guess is right: weed.

Much to Trixie’s surprise, after they open the bag, Adore doesn’t start another search for a lighter. But rather, they extend the blunt towards her. Adore practically pushes it against Trixie’s nose.

“Take this.”

Trixie just stares, squinting into Adore’s hazy eyes; the red lines are vibrant in the whites, and Trixie is reminded of late nights in Pearl’s smoky bedroom. She sighs, then plucks the blunt out of Adore’s fingers.

“You know,” Trixie rolls it around in her own, inspecting it under the light of the streetlamp. “I’ll probably need this later.”

[choisgirls]

Hey hey! I was wondering if you could do one where the RFA find out that MC is an underground MMA fighter? Like, they come home from a fight with a bruise or two because they allow one hit before K.O.? (I'm one, so I was just wondering ^^)

A/N: I’ve always wanted to do MMA, but I endedup sticking with boxing instead ^^ So it’s really cool to hear you’re a MMAfighter!!!!!! omg!!!!! ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -He noticed when you came home witha few bruises here and there

           -But never thought anything of it!He’s clumsy and runs into things all the time

           -It’s possible that you’re the sameway!

           - secretly hopes you’re the sameway so he’s not the only one

           -But one day you came home with ablack eye??

           -MC WHO HURT YOU??? *HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING*

           -You tell him that it’s no problem!It happened in your most recent match, you just weren’t expecting them to aimfor the face

           -Match?? What match? You promise totake him to your next one so he can see just what you mean by“match”. IS IT LIKE AN LOLOL MATCH, MC???

           -He was honestly so worried foryou!!! Oh my GOD WHAT IF YOU GET SERIOUSLY HURT, MC????? You did your ritualwhere you allow the opponent one or two hits, and he almost fainted at thesight of you getting hit, but, after those two hits though…. It was time foryou to finish it. One hit knock out, the opponent is down! HOLY SHIT MC THAT’SAMAZING WHAT???

           -HE’S SO PROUD OF YOU!!! Omg his s/ocan kick some serious ass!! #1 fan from now on!!! Never worried about yougetting seriously injured, but does worry a little when you get black eyes. lowkeyexcited because wow so strong, you could be really dominant (did i really justbring that up im sorry)

*ZEN:

           -He notices any bruises immediately

           -whO OR WHAT DARES TO LEAVE THESEBRUISES ON HIS PRECIOUS MC???

           -He’ll fight anyone who hurts you!!Or anything!!

           - imma fuCK UP THIS TABLE FORGIVING YOU A BRUISE, COME AT ME TABLE

           -So when you come home with aparticularly large bruise on your ribs

           -Not only was he worried, but LIVID

           -You didn’t really want to tell himabout you being an MMA fighter because you know he’d worry! And not want you tofight because you’re his angel and he doesn’t want you hurt!

           -But you told him anyway and youswear his eyes almost popped out of his head. He wasn’t as mad about it likeyou thought he would be? Instead he stuttered out that he wanted to come watcha match of yours, ya know, to make sure you were safe and all

           -HE LITERALLY STANDS RIGHT UPAGAINST THE CAGE! He wants to be as close as possible if something goes wrong!Not to mention he just really wants to see how good you are! When he saw youropponent get a hit on you his heart sank and his first thought was, “ohno, MC’s gonna lose”. But?? You hit the other person once and they hit thefloor? He knew he was able to land one punch knock outs but? You can too? HolyshIT THAT’S AMAZING? MC LETS WRESTLE SOME TIME if you catch my drift

           -He was so proud of you!!! Likes totell everyone he can that the two of you are the Badass Couple™ and you shouldn’t be messed with. Though he still likes to fawn overyou like you’re his angel because!! You’re so precious to him! He likes feelinglike the knight in shining armour let him have this pls

*JAEHEE:

           -She’s used to mysterious bruises aswell

           -The girl does judo, come on

           -The two of you honestly dancedaround the actual reasons the two of you had bruises

           -Until one day, she decided sheshouldn’t need to hide it

           -If you truly loved her, youwouldn’t care if she took part in a rough sport

           -You completely supported her!! Youtold her that you’re an MMA fighter and that’s where you get your bruises from

           - y'all are the owners of the Don’tFuck With Us Squad™

           -So, after attending and cheeringyour heart out for her at one of her matches, she just knew she had to go beyour number one supporter at yours!

           -SCREAMED UNTIL HER LUNGS GAVE OUTFOR YOU! Oh my GOD THAT WAS AMAZING MC, ONE PUNCH KNOCK OUT! The people aroundher were honestly a little afraid because as much as she screamed in support ofyou, she also got very angry at your opponent. “WHAT THE FUCK! DON’T HITMY MC LIKE THAT, THAT MOVE HAS TO BEILLEGAL!”

           -She tries to go to as many of yourmatches as she can!! She knows what it’s like to relieve stress with judo, andassumes that MMA is your stress outlet; she’s 110% for it!

*JUMIN:

           -He’ll notice any bruises on yourbody IMMEDIATELY

           -He keeps a mental log of ones heputs on you during intimacy, so if there’s one that’s out of place in his mind

           -He KNOWS it’s not from him andimmediately quizzes you on it

           -MMA fighter? You? But… you’re hissoft little kitten

           -There’s no way you couldparticipate in this violent sport. What if you got hurt? He couldn’t standthat. Nope. No way

           -He tried to ban you fromparticipating but you’ve been a fighter for so long, you love it! You couldn’tjust give up like that, and you refused.

           -You convinced him to come to amatch of yours so you could prove to him that you’re one of the best around!There’s no way you’d get seriously injured!

           -He finally agreed after a few daysof begging, and decided to show up to your match. Might I add that he sTOOD OUTLIKE A SORE THUMB. Who wears a suit and is surrounded by so many body guardshere come on

           -You decided to mess with him alittle, and allowed your opponent to get a few hits in to the face before youtook your shot. With a glance Jumins way, you could see him already pushingpeople out of the way to get to the cage, and you could hear his shouting foryou to stop the match over the crowd. After you’ve decided you’ve scared himenough, it was time to prove your point- so with one blow, you knock youropponent to the ground as they lay unconscious

           -He was completely in awe?? Heimmediately ate his words and was honestly proud of how well you could holdyour own in something so violent. Makes a note to call you his feisty kittenfrom now on, and agrees to let you continue. also lowkey turned on at howaggressive you can be holy shit mc, waddup

*SAEYOUNG:

           -Unlike Jumin, he…cannot keeptrack of what bruises he gives you during intimacy or…whatever stupid thingthe two of you were trying to do saeran begs the two of you to stop tryingto jump off the fridge he’s tired of cleaning up the mess afterwards

           -So he doesn’t realize when you havea few new bruises here and there

           -Well, until there’s one largebruise on your rib cage

           -??? He’s never done anything togive you that bruise… did he?

           -OH NO MC I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON I’MSO SORRY SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU PLEASE

           -You have to calm him down and tellhim that, no, he didn’t give the bruise to you, you got it from the match youcompeted in the other day

           -There was no stopping the gigglethat came out when you saw how cute he looked when he was confused

           -You told him you’d take him to thenext match, so he could watch you!! He showed up decked out in gear with yourname on it. CHEERED SO LOUD WHEN THEY ANNOUNCED YOUR NAME!! Security had todrag him away from the cage a few times before the match started as well because he kept trying to get in and drag you out

           -He knew you were strong-willed, butwhen he saw the other guy get a hit on you, he was worried? Did yourstrong-will not match your physical strength? That’s not possible. So, when youhit your opponent with the K.O., he screamed so loud!! Cheered louder than anyother person in the room!!

           -“GO MC!!! THAT’S MYMC!!!!” Ran to you afterwards and hugged you so tight! But now he didn’thave to worry about breaking you! HE CAN HUG YOU AS HARD AS HE WANTS Y E S.He’ll still worry a lot about you, though! You’re his everything,that’s not something that’s gonna change, no matter how good you are

*V:

           -NOTICES EVERY LITTLE THING ABOUTYOUR BODY AT ALL TIMES

           -MC IS THAT A BRUISE OMG ARE YOUOKAY???? v, that’s dirt, im fine please calm down

           -So no matter how hard you try tocover up a light bruise on your leg, he will still notice it

           -Asks if you ran into the tableagain, and if he should just move it

           -“Are you sure? It’s not aproblem to just move it a little…completely…out of the house so it stopshurting you” “V you aren’t getting rid of the table”

           -You have to sit him down when youtell him that you got it in a match, and that you’re a MMA fighter

           -FEAR IN HIS EYES

           - Demands Asks if you couldtake him to your next match because he wants to see what MMA is exactly

           -He had no doubts that you couldhold your own but still flinched when you took a few hits. His smile was brightenough to light up the god damn WORLD when he watched you knock your opponentout in one hit!! He’s not one to condone violence, but doing this made youhappy! And as long as you’re happy and safe, he’s okay with it!

           -Goes to every match he can from nowon and takes pictures of you in action because?? Holy shit? It’s amazing? Thegraceful yet powerful way you move, your muscles, evERYTHING! But at the end ofthe day, he’ll kiss every bruise you get so you’re reminded that he still caresabout your wellbeing

*SAERAN:

           -Hey, he might leave a number ofbruises on you when the two of you are intimate

           -But NOTHING that dark

           -Or painful looking

           - who the FUCK AM I KILLING, MC

           -“There’s no way you’re an MMAfighter, you’re too cute”

           - what the fuck did you just sayto me

           -You have to drag him to a match ofyours where he sits by the cage and looks uninterested

           -But also highkey stressed outbecause whAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE, MC, YOU’RE GOING TO GET KILLED IN THERE

           -One hit, two hits- your opponentstarts to think you’re an easy match to win, and Saeran is freaking out at thispoint. What did he say?? He TOLD you that you’re TOO CUTE TO ACTUALLY- woahwait a minute, did you just K.O. the other person?? wHAT? HOW?? MC?? mc imturned on now what the fuck

           -Embarrassed as all hell when heapologizes for doubting you, and tells you that he’s really proud! He reallylikes it! He’ll come to every match and practically screams at your opponentwhen they get a hit on you people start wondering if maybe he should be in the cage 

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Alex is telling me about the boat docks and how people stole and boats were sitting there for 7 weeks waiting to be saved all along the coast of the United States and all that happened was white people stole the food and DNA4U kits (to sell)

Literally white people because I asked the color of their skin. Because they used the satellite to find out who stole

Me: well.... Was it my people?

Alex: No! They were all white! White men with jobs

Me: what about the other coasts? Were the ships identified?

Alex: we will have to ask Tree

TREE: No. Coast of California ignored. Except San Diego

Me: good i like San Diego I've vacationed there 2x as an amnesia adult and cousin Alec and my daughter loved it. Continue please

TREE: Oregon Ignored. Washington, too -- except Seattle. Maine. Even NJ. Pennsylvania. South New Hampshire.South New Portugal. Chicago ignored. Detroit ignored. Most of Michigan. People need to check all their lakes. Only Florida complied. So they can still go to the NHRA. UNITED STATES COAST GUARD GET TO WORK. You're missing stuff

Alex: to be fair your Uncle Dad trained Florida when he was stationed there

Me: well how did the Gulf of Mexico do as a whole?

Tree: prefect but there are 3 ships near Corpus Christi about 3 miles from base but they're empty and need to be pulled in. Other than that Great and round of applause!!!

Me: we have time to pull Texas Coast Guard into Houston Race

Alex: yep yep yep

Tree: except because you did say gulf of Mexico and i know you meant Texas first. They did not do Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana although they had training in those states to do so on their own

Me: well you can't expect one state to take care of another they all have to work

Tree: except on the rivers they did do their job protocol but not down near or on the Gulf. It just stopped

Me: did they die?

Alex: no babe they didn't they're all alive. I checked!

Me: well i know there's stations down south. Have they been out of port?

Tree: bingo! They have been down at port in Puerto Rico, Cuba, Haiti, Hawaii, some in Japan. So the people on land needed to take care of this. Or the Northen state from the rivers.

Tree: most docks are full and it was reported to the coast guard

Me: well they have offices. Civilians working on base and they have contractors and they have galley which is a restaurant which have Coasties cutting vegetables to feed. So there's no reason to wait till they return to port or is there?

Tree: NO!!

Me: have communities been to take care of these ships?

Alex: the coast guard.

Tree: and they've been banned!

Alex: that particular tree is so dramatic.

Me: well y'all get your collard green soups all ready and trot on down to support our victims and welcome home signs and all

Alex: since the white men. I'm NOT kidding stole the welcome home banners to sell on the internet

Ms Leena: i got all my girls ready

Me: which states

Ms Leena: only Alabama but they will cover the coast of 3 states and they got money and hotel

Alex: she sounds so young again huh

Me: barely even recognize her, thank you Ms Leena you are a blessing to behold.

Ms Leena: they aren't all African just so you know

Me: you can touch any soul. With your heart.

Ms Leena: you make me blush.

Alex: that makes me sooo happy!

Tree: they got banned! By miss Leena cause no one can do it better!!!

Alex: that's the teaching tree. When he feels young and spry and doesn't need his old man glasses

Tree: bingo! I been waiting for y'all!

Me: alright well i know i always helped ms Leena make things go faster and in order so y'all trot on down and help our Leenas out

Ms Leena: just ask for who is in charge she will know where you need to go. She can see where there's a hole in the express 'em up line Sabrina always told me "I'll express them just like at the store so they get dine fast and eat more!" So my girls know too. The express check out lane. 3 items or less she always told, napkin, spork and plate or bowl we moved to because she saw all the kids drank the warm juice broth. Then she would stay up late dipping and washing the bowls in hot soap water and clean water and id washed the sporks to save money. Except on soap and ee washed our dishes the same time so we spent a tad more in water but not much about $5 because we began feeding 3x a week. She got us a whole system before she took off to Iraq. Then the whole neighborhood got involved that's why she only likes warm potatoe salad for it sitting out all day, noodle (macaroni) too. She even microwaves it!

Me: I do.

Ms. Leena: she buys it at the store cold and microwaves it at home ans leaves it out with the lid on until its all gone or leaves it out a whole day!! Then will eat on it when Its warmer than store refrigerator. She says it's no good cold. Who would Think that child would be that way. Now that will be on the test so make sure you remember that or you won't get a prize

Tree: now ms Leena will take care of you!

That's why her name...

"I'm just gonna lean up on you till my heart feels better"

"That's alright"

And i noticed not just us special little ones leaned on her but all the little ones... Then the adults in the trailer park, too.

"Well everyone leans on you don't they?"

"They sure do?"

"Well alright then Miss Leena that i do know and that is your new name, how you like that Miss Harriet Tubmam? I can tell by both tears in your eyes you're loving it"

Ms Leena: that will be on the test.