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ac3-76 · 8 days

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Cole Brookstone Headcannons

warnings: slight cussing? mentions of racial stereotypes/discrimination

General

He was the sexiest man alive 3 years in a row

He also dabbled in modeling

he didn't even try either, a modeling agent saw him and gave him a business card

Cole went to one interview, the next thing he knows he's walking down the runway with Bella Hadid

he's a thought son

does a lot of stuff on social platforms to spread awareness for racial discrimination, politics, and cancer reaserch

if they were to have BLM protests in Ninjago, he would throw tear gas back at cops

He has the BIGGEST resting bitch face ever

obviously he loves cake, but he loves brownies with caramel drizzle and a sprinkle of sea salt on top even more than he loves cake

he really loves Dolly Partons Carmel Turtle mix

He loves Dolly Parton in General

He only drinks water

He HATES those "make my water of the day with me" videos

like JUST DRINK WATER THROUGH OUT THE DAY!?! HELLO?!

Gossip/debrief sessions with Nya are a weekly occurrence

the reason Nya was so confused abt Jay vs Cole in season 3/4/5 is because of how close Nya and Cole already were

But after she stepped away from both of them and thought about her relationship with each of them, she realized Cole was like a sister to her

And I mean sister

She's never had a sister before but her relationship with Cole is exactly how she imagines sister relationships

Nya introduces him as her sister and he's chill with it

He works out with Kai

but unlike Kai, Cole LOVES rest days

he goes to yoga 3 or 4 times a week and is besties with his yoga instructor Andy

Andy and her girlfriend got married and he went to the wedding, that's how close they are

I feel like he's friends with a lot of lesbians

idk they just kinda gravitate towards him

Cole is 6'3

he's also black

he has snake bite piercings

his mom's favorite tree was a maple tree, so he got a maple leaf tattooed behind his right ear

his mom would always tuck his braids or dreads behind his right ear.

he also has a hand tattoo that looks something like this:

I'm not saying Ninjago has a lot of racial stereotypes or discrimination

but, when they see 6'3, muscular, tatted, pierced, black. resting bitch face Cole walking down the street people tend to label him as scary or dangerous

because of this he's always afraid of coming off as creepy or weird when he tries to talk to someone

Dating

His body is so large, solid, and muscular and it's perfect for hugs and cuddling

He doesn't care about cuddling position- if you guys are comfortable and can fall asleep, its perfect

his favorite place to kiss is your forehead and your shoulders

his love language is acts of service

"my room is too bright in the morning, even with my blinds shut" the next day he has blackout curtains installed

"I always hit my head on that one cabinet" idk how but thanks to his handy work you no longer bump your head on that cabinet

"I wish my kitchen had sodalite counters" You have sodalite counters now(the good thing is, it was mostly free too, he just used his earth powers to find enough sodalite for your counter)

You guys met when the ninjas went out to a restaurant to celebrate whatever victory they had just had

and because he's used to being stereotyped as scary or weird for the way he looks, when you approached him to ask for his number he was shocked and supprised

he was happy about it tho because he had been glancing at you the whole time the team was at the restaurant

You're first date? Mini golfing.

He's been thinking about the perfect first date FOR. YEARS.

why is mini golfing the perfect first date?

Public setting for both parties feeling safe

mini golfing is fun and fairly inexpensive

mini golfing provides plenty of time to talk and chat, but if an awkward moment arises there's something to do

done golfing and now we're hungry?

cheap and decent food inside

done eating but don't want to end the date?

most mini golf places have arcades

AND most arcade games are meant for 2 people

want to take some cute photos?

Most arcades have photo booths for taking cute pics

Cole has been planing a mini golfing first date for years, and just needed someone with the right energy to do it with

Romcom type relationship

You guys meet in a cute romcomy way, have a cute romcomy first date, then you have some sort of romcomy problem, then work things out and live happily ever after

I feel like the romcomy problem wouldn't be very romcomy tho, maybe you guys met before he was a ghost, and him being a ghost was the problem you worked through?

he would keep 1 flower from every boquet he gives to you so he knows when the bouquet is dying, then he gets you fresh flowers

You always have fresh flowers from him, for the entirety of ur relationship

he's a thought son so you would stay up talking about what you guys want your future to look like

He's used to you waking him up in the middle of the night because he was snoring

He gives great advice, but before he gives it he asks if you want comfort or advice

he's also really good at comforting you

he just knows exactly how to make you feel safe and understood

you'd go to yoga with him, Andy and her girlfriend(now wife) would love you

if you guys did want kids, Cole would be the perfect dad

Physical touch is his 2nd love language, but he doesn't rlly like PDA

most touches in public are pinky or hand holding(he would do the thumb thing), putting his hand on the small of your back when going through crowds, maybe a peck on the temple here and there

but in private he can't get his hands off you

he just wants to touch you in any and every way possible

he's infatuated by you

he sends you tiktoks of an orange cat(him) and some other cat(color/type depending on ur personality) and says us

he sends you couple trends and says "we should do this"

"if I every won the lottery, oh wait, I already did" yeah. he did that, first 2 slides were him, and the other 30 were pics of you

"oh that's pretty, imma take a picture" yep.

he has life 360 with you

not in a weird way, obvi, in like a oh this fun way

You're like the parents of the team

Jay and Nya are the uncle and aunt

In another universe the four of you are drinking wine and talking about how annoying some coworkers have been recently

#ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #cole brookstone headcannons #ninjago cole headcannons

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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Homie I’m asking politely for headcanons about Billy, Steve, or Jonathan dating Hopper’s son (assuming he adopted the reader like he did Eleven) 👀

The Boys with an S/O Who's Been Adopted by Hopper

contents: mild/brief nsfw under steve's, billy being an ass, fluff, reader is a senior and 18, reader is GN, minors DNI

Ko-fi

DO NOT LIKE WITHOUT REBLOGGING

Billy

you already know that Billy is doing everything he can to piss Hop off

leave the door open three inches? that bitch stays closed. no going out after a certain hour? that's when Billy's picking you up.

he's sneaking in your window, dressing you in shit Hop would never approve of, getting you to drink and/or smoke... you name it

he gets a sort of satisfaction from pissing your dad off, as evidenced by the smirk on his face whenever you protest with "Billy I can't, my dad will kill me!"

if Hopper ever confronts him, Billy plays stupid. Hop sees right through it, but with you standing right there, he can't push Billy against the wall and threaten him like he wants to. and Billy knows it. that's why he's smiling like that.

you'd be lying if you said the whole bad boy act didn't turn you on, but you still feel bad for your old man. you owe him a Billy-free movie night or two

as much as El does not like Billy, she's sometimes grateful that he takes the spotlight off of herself and Mike

whenever Billy gets Hopper all worked up, Mike seems like an angel by comparison and your dad seems to take it easy on him for the time being

Steve

Steve is a lot more respectful of Hopper and the rules he puts in place. in fact, he's almost scared to piss him off

he's definitely not perfect, though. sometimes he'll notice the clock tick past 8, but your lips on his just feel so good... ten more minutes can't hurt, right?

if you notice and say something, he'll take you home without protest, but he will pout a bit. "8 is so early. can't you get him to extend curfew just by, like, an hour?"

since Steve has already proven himself trustworthy with the kids (protecting them, babysitting, being in on the whole Upside Down business, etc.) Hopper will be open to letting you stay out with him a little later

maybe, maybe you'll even be able to spend the night at his house? but absolutely not on a school night and definitely not two nights in a row! and if your homework isn't finished when you get home, you're grounded for the rest of the year. (totally not exaggerating)

it'll take awhile to get Steve to quit making out with you in order to actually get your homework done, but he'll settle down eventually. he wants to stay in Hoppers good graces. just promise to wrap those pretty lips around his cock once you're done with chemistry?

overall, Hopper doesn't give Steve too much grief

Jonathan

Hopper is pleased when he finds out you and Jonathan are dating! he knows Joyce's boy is a good kid. how could he not be? look who he has for a mom!

Jonathan is also very respectful of Hop. He's always the one the point out the time or get nervous if you shut your door all the way

he'll take you home 20 minutes early if he notices, so you better keep his attention or hide every clock in sight

sometimes it can even get a little annoying with how much your dad likes Jonathan. your boyfriend will pick you up for a date and end up having a 20 minute conversation with your father while you wait by the car

the worst part is that he doesn't even mean to! he's not kissing Hop's ass, he's just a good guy. and your dad can tell; it's why he likes him so much!

if you ask to go out with Jonathan, Hop will sometimes ask if Jonathan wants to come over to watch a movie instead, fully intending to hang out with him himself. you'll end up third wheeling as they become best friends, so be careful

going over his house instead is always nice, though. you get to see Joyce! she's always asking how your dad is doing or if he's busy. sometimes she'll send food home for him or even send it with Jonathan whenever he comes over

Hopper is forgetful, though, and you're always the one to bring the tupperware back to Joyce

#stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2 #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jim hopper #hopper byers family #my writing

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ieatadoptmepets · 1 year

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britta using a deaf girl abed liked to win some stupid challenge and then patting herself on the back by saying she "gave a differently abled person a job" really pissed me off.

britta has always been a fake performative activist and I recall hate it. britta herself though, this isn't a jab to the writers or her actor who all made britta. first season, she builds her whole personality on being an activist but she doesn't make any effort to do anything for the causes she talks about, then gets upset when annie and shirley start doing something for it and get interested in activism because they take away her thunder, and only then did she start trying to do real things to support her causes.

she calls herself a feminist but actively tears down women who doesn't fit her rigid standards of how to be a woman, much like the people she claims to be against. she'll turn against her friends and insult them and their family for sucking up to the oppressive male dominated patriarchy and destroying what it means to be a woman, when they were just gonna get makeovers with their mom. she'll embarrass herself and get into unnecessary fights to prove a bs point because a woman showed an extra inch of chest to get more money for a cause they both support. any instance of a woman (this goes for all non men of course (i say this as an afab trans person) but trans people haven't been ever mentioned in the show) not hating themself for being a woman, not hating their cis afab bodies, not repressing their sexuality and attraction and doing what they want even if it lines up with what a sexist man might want to see, she hates it. she treats it like women can only be happy when they are the opposite of what the patriarchy says, putting them all into the same kind of strict oppressive state, just with opposite rules.

she treats herself like she's better than anyone else simply for just being britta and refuses to even acknowledge that people are different. she constantly forces abed to function in her fake therapist neurotypical ways when her and the group fully know he's autistic and handles things differently. when he warps reality in his mind to cope, she doesn't worry more on how he commonly gets so stressed out or overwhelmed with hard situations or feelings that he has breakdowns that convince him of false realities or that he chooses to believe in realities he knows are false because he has no idea how to cope, she obsesses over how he's not coping by the book and will yell and chase him down to get him to speak his feelings, something she should is hard for him to do, in a way she knows he can't do. speaking more and abed for a minute, it was so sad when troy left because he said no one gets abed and he only got him a little bit. as an autistic, abed makes the most sense and is the best character. it's sad that no one gets him and treats him like a pet or baby.

branching off what I said before, she acts like she does the most political change but doesn't do jack shit. she admits that she doesn't even vote and still does nothing for change unless it's momentary and gives her popularity and the spotlight. she says she's an anarchist or at least a former one but she still keeps up that talk even after abandoning it, and then she has an existential crisis after seeing that her former anarchist buddies are judgemental and decide her worth based on how much activism and protests she's done (none). just in the meowmeowbeanz episode, she stages a revolution to bring everyone back to equal, but when jeff got everyone to delete the app and revert back to a rateless system, she lost her mind that people were moving to the bigger cause behind her instead of treating her as a higher entity instead of focusing on a bigger cause that actuality helps people.

this was just a rant on britta, any britta opinions are welcome. the show is still enjoyable with hey but there are often parts that piss me off. and this isn't argument or discourse, please don't take this in a hostile tone

#annie edison #britta perry #community tv #jeff winger #troy and abed #nbc community #six seasons and a movie #troy barnes #community nbc

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ghostfilecabinet · 1 year

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Tis the season! This month we’re doing HOLIDAY fic, set during the December-January season. (A few repeats on here, and I’m also breaking my no-over 1k kudos fic for this one just because ‘classics’ are definitely part of the holiday charm.)

Onwards!

The Devil You Know by ma_malice | T, 19k | “There will be no sacrifice,” Shane said for the third time since they’d landed in Illinois. “Not so much as a chicken. Stop being weird.” Shane takes Ryan home for the holidays. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

what are you doing new year's eve? ✨ by PhyllisDietrichson | E, 20k | And Ryan knows. He knows that it’s probably been obvious for a while, how he and Shane have been circling around each other, pulled into a tighter orbit as the years have passed.

fate is against me by bodhirookes | T, 27k | Ryan's bosses hold a series of Christmas-themed competitions in the office, and along the way he learns about the true meaning of Christmas, experiences how satisfying it is to prove TJ wrong, and possibly wins himself a boyfriend.

Deck the Halls by colazitron | T, 2k | Ryan wants to spruce up the office with some festive decorations and some holiday fun. It doesn't go exactly as planned.

The Christmas Curse by MiraclesofPaul | E, 10k | After kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in the office assumes they've slept together. They didn't, but now Shane can't stop thinking about Ryan.

Oh, Ryan by VictoriaAGrey | T, 10k | Ryan thinks the holiday season is going to be a predictable affair until Ned calls in a two year old debt Ryan owes him. Honoring that two year old debt sets into motion an avalanche of bad decisions and miscommunications that land Ryan at his parent's house on Christmas Day with a baby and a best friend pretending to be his boyfriend. Did he also mention Shane's living with him?

Like Wildfire by makemadej (santamonicayachtclub) | E, 20k | Or: the one where Shane accidentally tells Ryan's mom they're a couple and they commit to the bit.

Where Every Wish Comes True (and you would be there too) by velarisstars | T, 31k | It was completely normal to fly across the country with your best friend to celebrate Christmas with their family, right? At least, that's what Ryan kept telling himself everyday leading up to said trip with Shane. Everything would be fine. Normal. A simple vacation with Shane and his family in Chicago.

Mistletoe by quackers | T, 4k | There's only room for one very specific cat in Ryan's life.

sweatshirt by uneventfulhouses | T, 1k | “All I’m saying,” Ryan huffs, into his phone as he serves himself another tamale, “is that I wish you were here. And now you’re making it weird.” “I’m not making it weird,” Shane protests, laughing on the other end of the line.

"fear not, then," said the angel by orphan_account | T, 5k | Five times they took part in holiday traditions for a video, and one time it was just for them.

Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart by LovelyLittleNothing | G, 6k | Shane leans in conspiratorially, “My older brother said Santa isn’t real.” “And you believe him?” Ryan asks horrified. “Course not! He’s a dummy. I know he’s just sayin’ that so I won’t act good enough to get onto the nice list.”

Tinsel and Lights by orphan_account | T, 13k | Ryan beamed. “I thought the season was…how did you put it? Oh right, ‘nothing more than a drop in temperature and a surge in capitalist nonsense?’”

You can call me babe for the weekend by iBubbles | T, 5k | "I didn’t have “fake date Shane to cone his family” on my 2020 bingo card, but I think it’s the perfect ridiculous thing to end this year with,” Ryan smiles. Shane's aunt Ada mistakes Ryan for being Shane's partner as opposed to his work partner.

Snowed In (Minus the Snow) by FireflyAndTheStoryJar | T, 2k | Ryan’s mother would often ask why Shane would leave early on Christmas Eve, but with some half-truths, she was usually polite enough not to push for more. This Christmas, though, she was determined to keep Shane there until Christmas Day. Ryan realized that as soon as Shane couldn’t find his coat and shoes by the door hook and shoe shelf.

Modern Rustic by beethechange | E, 21k | Ryan’s thinking about Beauty and the Beast. He’s thinking about the wi-fi network, “Be Our Guest,” and about talking teapots and grumpy clocks and matchmaking candelabras. That’s how this cabin feels: not haunted, enchanted.

made of glass the way you see through me by uneventfulhouses | E, 19k | Now he’s hearing things. We should probably start thinking about how to save this trip, maybe Ryan— “Are you talking to me?” Ryan asks again. “No,” Shane says, more adamantly. “What’s wrong with you?”

raspberry-tender and mint-leaf sweet by abovetheruins | T, 5k | Jen looks like Christmas has come early. "I know you so well, Madej. Picked out the perfect gift and everything." "You know, I don't think Ryan would appreciate you talking about him like he's an object," Shane says, a flippancy in his tone that's more for show than anything else.

you shine like silver in the sunlight by Anonymous | G, 2k | Ryan laughs, even though that wasn’t funny at all. Shane can tell that he’s a little tipsy already, because he’s more giggly than usual, and he’s just—he’s absolutely endearing when he’s like this. He hates Ryan for making him feel this way—soft and completely infatuated.

may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes | G, 19k | Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him.

stand there like a ghost (shaking from the rain) by loudwheezes (orphan_account) | T, 3k | It's snowing in Southern California, Shane Madej is in love, and Ryan Bergara's parents don't mind.

we don't need no mistletoe by uneventfulhouses | T, 2k | It’s their second Christmas as a couple, and Shane’s just ridiculously happy that it’s working out so well with Ryan. It can be a tricky thing, integrating a partner into family, but Ryan fit so seamlessly, like he’d been there the whole time.

(Not Quite) Home for the Holidays by sequence_fairy | T, 2k | Shane’s not going home this year. He’d decided in early September that he wouldn’t be, that he didn’t want to deal with the hassle of travel and rushing through a parade of family gatherings. And he’s fine with it, he is.

#[]#[fic rec]

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catboybiologist · 5 months

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Wait, you're Slavic?

Any perspectives on how that interacts with queernes, that is definitely not a thing I know a lot about. (feel free not to answer if it's too personal).

Not really. I'm American born and raised. My parents are technically immigrants, each from a different eastern european country. But they each came over here when they were kids, and have had interesting on and off connections with their home countries. Neither have accents, and typically don't look or act much different than standard white americans. I have noticed some pervasive quirks and values, however, and talking to my more fully Slavic friends, they seem rooted in the same place.

I can absolutely comment on how this has affected me, but I want to be abundantly clear: I cannot speak to an actual, lived Slavic queer experience. I'm not even bilingual (thank you, weird desire of my parents to make me "more american" by not teaching me their languages). I can comment on the cultural norms that it seems like my family has passed down, and the small amount I've seen in the immigrant communities they're a part of here. However, its pretty much impossible for me to untangle these from the quirks of just my family and family friends. That's my disclaimer, and if actual Slavic people want to comment about this (especially with what's happening in Russia) I would love to hear it.

Obviously I'm also not going to completely air my family's dirty laundry as well, so hopefully this won't get uncomfortably specific for me. I do want to talk about it though.

If there's anything I *can* comment on here, I can divide it into two things: atheistic conservative social values, and immigrant academic culture.

As I've said, I was raised atheist. While the orthodox church and other local Christian branches are still culturally relevant forces in Eastern Europe, from my understanding it hasn't been near the level of Catholicism or various Protestant movements in other countries. Most Slavic immigrants I've interacted with are atheist. They do, however, still carry extremely strong conservative cultural values despite that, and are often politically right wing as a result. The most strong and deeply rooted representation of this is the vehement protection of the "family unit" above all else. Which, as I'm sure you all will agree with, sounds nice on its surface but has a lot of branching consequences. Resolving conflict between family members is more paramount than actually resolving the hurt of individuals. There's a sense of forced closeness much of the time. And of course.... queerphobia. Anti gay marriage sentiments, regressive opinions about reproductive rights, anti-trans opinions based on preservation of the ability to reproduce.... yeah there's a lot to unpack there. A lot of this is a common theme, but most of the time, it's rooted in religion. This is very easy to completely excuse in your head. Slavs, however, typically seem to frame the root mentalities that drive these in terms of "survival", the stability of society and the societal purpose of these values, and also weird, lopsided scientific explanations for them (eg, I've heard multiple times independently that gay people are "evolutionary errors"). Which, I'm sure someone way more qualified than me to comment could write a book about how this relates to post-war and post-Soviet collective trauma, but that would be WAY outside of my scope. This makes it... always just a little different than the types of homophobia that people talk about in more classic american families, and its interesting to compare and contrast.

The other one, which I talked about more in my previous post, is high academic standards. This I think is a shared experience of children of immigrants from many places, even a couple of generations out. The stereotype of the "Tiger Mom" is the typical example, even though the scope is well beyond that. But there's a very simple explanation: the United States put harsh immigration restrictions on many countries that were seen as non-allies for the majority of the 20th century. The best way around them was, and still is, being highly educated. It's no accident that my educated family was allowed to immigrate to this country during an arms race with Eastern bloc countries. Brain Drain policies were a factor, and the cultural expectation for immigrants to be "useful" was another. What this creates is a massive cultural message to immigrants: education is the key to everything. When someone's entire current life is dependent on being high achieving and well educated, its going to create some fucky expectations for their kids. I've compared this experience with some of my East Asian friends growing up, and there's a lot of unexpected parallels.

Of course, my parents are a lot more Americanized than most immigrants, so this also falls under the umbrella of "if I'm speaking on something I actually have no idea about please correct me".

Together, I think this manifested in me not as classic internalized queerphobia, but more as a distinct sense that I shouldn't care at all, and shame for wanting to develop an aspect of myself. I didn't really hate the queer aspect of myself specifically, I had a nonspecific distaste for any aspect of my being that didn't comply with the things I said above. I haven't had that much queerphobia directed at me specifically- moreso, its a topic thats not talked about at all, as if its not real. I can only infer an opinion when loose lips start saying things after some alcohol. Which of course, there's a lot of.

Politically, I'm actually very proud of how my parents and grandparents act. They vote in left leaning ways- but they're oddities in their communities because of it. They also do so very begrudgingly (except my grandma, who has strong progressive whoop-your-ass vibes [I love her so much]), and I'm pretty sure its more about the current state of the Republican party as opposed to their actual values. With everything I've said as well, I also have very little idea how they would react to my queerness on a personal level. I'm not out to them, and I know that there's a huge difference in many people's minds between supporting queer rights as a political movement, vs how you engage with a queer person in your actual life. I've heard some very nasty things said by my parents in that regard, and the way there's a rift between "consenting adults doing whatever they want with themselves" vs actually evaluating people as... yknow. People. The "family unity above all else" aspects are particularly scary for me, and I have no idea how they'll react if I ever bring a man home to them, much less when I come out to them about gender. But that's a tangent.

Would love to hear more experiences related to this!!!! Again, its very difficult to untangle how much of this is Slavic cultural values trickling through the generations, and how much is just quirks of particular people I know.

#trans #queer #lgbt #bisexual

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haberdashing · 6 months

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Indie Music Rec: Carsie Blanton

I wanted to promote an independent musician I'm a fan of, so here's a music rec post!

tl;dr:

Music: Folk, country, punk, maybe pop with some songs if you squint? Some love songs, some protest songs. Tempo varies wildly based on song. Definitely catchy. Some are sing alongs.

Vibes: Leftist, anti-capitalist, clearly channels her rage at the system into much of her music. Funny. Genuine. Passionate. She might just be on tumblr now actually it looks like the url is taken and probably actually by her but not used since 2018

Identity: From the American South, Jewish, Millennial-ish. Doesn't really center her own identity or story in most of her music.

Carsie Blanton... where do I even start in recommending her?

There's how she's about as far left as my own corner of tumblr tends to be. (I swear I heard her describe herself as politically "somewhere between Bernie Sanders and Karl Marx" but now I can't find the quote. It sounds about right, though.) How she refers to herself as "socialist" unabashedly and rails against the excesses of capitalism. How one of her songs has the lyric "you're just a Democrat, I'm a revolutionary".

How she has a song inspired by her response to the Charlottesville rally, and how the rally hit home for her, as she grew up in central Virginia as one of the only Jewish kids around.

How her songs channel her leftist rage, advocate protest, tear apart the system we're living in.

But importantly, she's not just writing protest songs, she's writing catchy protest songs that are genuinely quality pieces of music to boot.

When I saw her in concert a couple months ago, she mentioned how Dolly Parton's "9 to 5" is great because it's about as far left as you can get while still being a catchy pop song, and I think Carsie Blanton's own music fits that pretty well too.

I posted not too long ago about how my mom saw her posting something pro-Palestine and thought she was going too far because of it. I looked up the post in question; it had the caption "Free Palestine" along with some informative text that wouldn't look out of place in a tumblr post. Nothing radical, nothing anti-Israel. Just support for the Palestinian people. And while that might cost her some fans in and of itself--I think my mom's lost some interest in her because of it--I think it's a good example of how her leftism isn't just an act, or deployed just when it's popular. She speaks out for what's right, regardless of what the rest of the world thinks.

Now, that's enough of an introduction, I think. So I'll leave you with some examples of her music, and a quick blurb about each song I'm linking.

This is the one in response to Charlottesville, and it's the sort of fast-paced, angry song you might expect:

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This one's also very anti-capitalist but a bit slower and more mellow, though that's not to say it won't get stuck in your head fast:

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This is the one that first got her on my parents' radar, a fitting tribute to beloved country artist John Prine:

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Apparently this one's big on Tiktok? I believe it, it's got the fast pacing and witty lyrics for that crowd. (Age-restricted because it uses the word "bitch" a lot, I imagine. Title is "Ugly Nasty Commie Bitch".)

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This is the one with the lyrics I quoted above, despite being not generally a political song, just a fun silly listen:

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Not quite as upbeat as the title might make it seem, but very fitting vibe for the current moment given, y'know, everything:

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Are you an American with deeply divided feelings about what that means given your place of privilege in the world but being stuck in a system that keeps causing harm? Carsie Blanton feels that too:

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Another slower, mellow one, and not political this time, but this one's gotten stuck in my head a few times lately:

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And finally, a sing-along that seems like the perfect way to wrap things up:

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#i've been thinking about this post for long enough time to actually make it #i've had buck up stuck in my head for hours for some reason #personal #shitpost #music recs #carsie blanton #music artists #Youtube

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hopepunk-priest · 1 year

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Okay since everyone's doing it, I'm gonna do it too

My version takes place in the 70's, the gang is college-aged, dodging the draft by solving mysteries with a background of the rise of grindhouse horror films, second wave feminism, student strikes, "the silent majority," environmentalism, Watergate, Queer liberation, and groovy rock music. As a more adult take, the monsters of the week and overarching villains will reflect, criticize, and celebrate the cultural movements of being in your early 20's during the 70's. That means villains ranging from nerds in star wars costumes to paranoid political scandals to actual real aliens. Stakes range from being inconvenienced to being in mortal peril.

Fred Jones: Mom friend with first aid training (that he learned from med students during a campus protest), the moral compass of the show in that he reminds the gang that laws exist and they are very much on the run, fucking HATES Nixon dude like HATES Nixon. Heart's always in the right place, even if things don't always work out. Knowledgeable in traps and whatever level of engineering is needed to solve the episode, also acts as the primary face. Also just loves mysteries.

Norville "Shaggy" Roberts: former track star, dropped out of culinary school, collects cool belt buckles a la original series, straight man in the horror movie "maybe we don't go in the haunted house" way, brave considering zombies and witch's ghosts are straight up real and he will still never leave his friends to face danger alone. Anxiety disorder he treats with weed, super knowledgable in pop culture which also gives him a variety of random trivia needed to fill gaps when needed. I think he really likes Lord of the Rings and Pink Floyd. Good at riddles.

Daphne Blake: inferiority complex because of her many successful siblings, wants to be a journalist like Gloria Steinem. Has taken a few self defense classes, but overall acts as the second face for the group. Still into make-up and fashion, and can use her skills (and a little high school theatre experience) to make believable disguises. She can pick up when someone's lying and can pick locks.

Velma Dinkley: Jewish. Loves mysteries and paranormal fiction, believes in conspiracy theories and urban legends. Her intelligence specializes in puzzles, historical, and chemical knowledge. She can be reckless, but only because she becomes very single-minded when she's onto something. Snarky, lesbian, and headstrong.

Scooby: Mischievous, food motivated, and gentle. Protective of the group, Scooby is just a big, goofy great dane who doesn't understand he isn't a lapdog anymore. He can talk, no one inside the group questions it, and only a select few outside the group even notice (part of the mystery). Intergalactic being but doesn't know it, he's much more dog than other iterations.

Scrappy: Just appears one episode, everyone acts like he's always been there. Revealed at the end that he's actually a trickster deity, comes in and causes chaos every now and then mostly just to fuck with Scooby.

The Hex Girls: a psychedelic witch-rock group with a heavy emphasis on environmental protection and new age metaphors, actual witches, a sound somewhere between Cream, Hendrix, and Stevie Nicks. Genuinely just friends with the gang.

Scooby is Shaggy's emotional support dog.

Daphne and Fred are together, healthy, and often end up hyping each other up to the point where other members have to step in and go "you're getting carried away, can we focus."

Daphne and Velma met at a feminist rally, and often have nuanced discussions about different feminist theories. Honestly, most likely to commit very real crimes to get to the bottom of a mystery.

Fred and Velma met in elementary school at a Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew book club (or whatever the 50's equivalent of this was) where they were the only two members. Their friendship is like an anti-macho brotherhood, paralleling the overly masculine friendships of the era.

Daphne met Shaggy in High School and she immediately adopted him the way extroverts adopt introverts. She is very dedicated to helping him build confidence, and Shaggy helps her with her inferiority complex and keeps her true to herself.

Fred and Shaggy are very physically affectionate, share a brain cell, most likely to get into shenanigans if left alone together. Second most likely to get into shenanigans if left alone together are Fred and Daphne.

Shaggy and Velma have a shared interest in music and films, and love talking conspiracy theories.

Shaggy and Scooby are inseparable. Real boy and his dog vibes.

They all smoke weed on screen, are constantly broke, they all are capable of being equally intelligent and dumb as rocks, they're all snarky in their own way, and they all say things like jinkies and Ruh Roh to like... Murders and cryptid kidnapings and issues of national security.

#scooby doo #adult scooby doo

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I just got into a huge fight with my mom because she's pushing the hell out of me to bring her to pride and there are so many reasons I will not be doing that but it really boils down to 4 things:

1. Pride isn't safe this year. It's an anti-cop protest at its core, and it's in a big city in a year where there's a lot of hate and violence against the queer community. Not only do I not want my family to be unsafe in the case of violence from extremists or police, but I don't think people who don't believe in ACAB should go to an anti-police protest. She has a few local cop friends and genuinely believes all police want is to help people because those 3 small town cops in their 50s don't seem THAT racist or homophobic.

2. She makes a lot of lowkey homophobic comments along the lines of "I don't hate gay people at all, I just don't want to see them kiss. But I don't want to see straight people kiss either!" But she only brings it up when she sees a gay couple kiss. Never when there's a 3 minute straight sex scene in a movie, only when there's a 30 second gay kiss. She has also told me about a hundred times that she "could see me marrying a man one day" because she thinks if I find a feminine enough man I'll stop being a lesbian. Specifically I believe her ideal situation for me would be a lavender marriage with a gay man. You know, like it's the 60s? She also has an incredibly childish outlook on life and often quotes Horton hears a who and says "a person is a person" but her actions don't back up that innocent facade at all.

3. I don't think she would be able to keep her mouth shut about the kink, leather, men in thongs, people kissing and groping, people on leashes, people in fur suits, etc. When I brought this up she literally said it was just like Mardi Gras; she doesn't approve of people taking their shirts off and she thinks anyone who does anything she considers 'weird' is asking to be gawked at. She said if she saw a man in a thong she would go 😧, like she made that exact face. When I told her she can't do that because if a man wears a thong to pride he's looking for attention from other gay men, not shock from 55 year old straight women, she said I was too naive to understand. I told her that not only can she not make a face, a side eye, or a comment to anything she sees at pride, but that she also couldn't talk about it on the way home, at home, or ever. If you go to pride you know what you're gonna see and I don't wanna hear her disgust.

4. Even if she could keep her mouth shut about the kink, and she for some reason wanted to go somewhere that would make her uncomfortable on purpose, I don't understand why she would want to go with me when I was very clear that I will be talking to women, going to a lesbian bar after, and might even (gasp) kiss someone I don't know. I told her she wouldn't have taken my grandma to a bar while she looked for a boyfriend, because having your mother with you is kind of a deterrent to talking to people your own age. By my age she was married with a kid. I have no local friends, at all, and I would like to change that at pride. Going to the parade, standing silently to watch with my mom, not acting proud at all for fear of being shamed by her, and then immediately going home isn't going to help me make queer friends.

I guess I don't really have a specific point to all of this, I'm just so confused about why she is so desperate for me to never be in a situation where I might make a friend or even meet someone I could love. I live in her house. She sees how desperately lonely I am. She sees how badly I want to have a friend, or a girlfriend, or literally anyone except her and my sister and my dad. I don't understand why she takes every opportunity to preach her weird childish nonsense. Everyone should just hold hands and love each other, love is love, a person's a person, but please don't talk about politics or anything scary or negative because she can't take it. I don't understand her aversion to pda and I don't understand why she feels the need to pester me about it. I don't understand what she doesn't understand about the fact that I grew up terrified to tell her anything, to the point where she thinks I had an incredibly happy childhood. I can't afford to leave this house, and how does she not realize that if she had given me the support I needed in school and allowed me to be medicated maybe I could have gone to college and made something of myself? How does she think none of this is her fault? I'm going to be 27 in a couple days and between her and the man that beat my confidence into the ground for the last five years, I'm almost too traumatized to even leave the house. I don't know what to tell her that'll get it into her head that her barely adequate tolerance of my lesbianism doesn't automatically mean I want her at pride.

#im hurting #pride #long rant #homophobia

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A Deadbeat’s Journal 23

A Jotaro Kujo x blackreader! fic

1 May 20XX,

To be extremely fair, this is what I wanted but not what I expected. I love Brazil. I especially love how familiar Brazil feels to me. For a minute, looking into the distance, I see home. Though the illusion fades whenever someone speaks Portuguese to me and I have to go “eu não entendo” (I don’t understand) and then they begin speaking English to me like how embarrassing! Like it’s genuinely giving tourist vibes and I hate how I seem like a target to scammers now.

Also the gunshots?? I’ve heard gunshots before but gosh, are they always that loud? Patience was introducing me to some of her colleagues in the organisation she’ll be working with and tell me why I heard blaring police cars racing armed mafiosos that are just shooting up the streets with no disregard. Like, they definitely don’t make those kinds of moves in the richer areas.

Speaking of the inequality gap, can we just talk about race for a brief moment? I always knew I was black but damn after the tenth neighbour looked me up and down in the public pool area of the apartment complex, I noticed that all the scowlers were a bunch of wrinkly red-toned white people. Rather than minding their business and investing in some proper sunscreen, one of them even had the audacity to call apartment security and I think their saggy skin dropped in shock when they found out we are renters just like them. Mind you, they said something about favelas and only played nice when they found out we aren’t even Brazilian. When the people of Rio have their next protest, you best believe I’m front and centre.

Aside from that one instance though, the people here are a lovely bunch. I mean in the evenings when we got out of Patience's new office buildings, you see women dancing with blaring speakers and children playing football or even having mini dance competitions and I have to say, I did put my best foot forward courtesy of Step Up (The office mob dance scene is a part of my consciousness) But when it came to b-boying, I was ate up, no crumbs. Abdul however, managed to moonwalk his way through victory and Patience practically spit at the face of her ancestors with her atrocious freestyle.

Then we headed to the food stalls and I’m sorry to say this but Kenyan street food DOES NOT compare. I mean, who even thinks of a chicken kebab with cassava shavings on top? And I’ve never had healthy yet savoury hotdogs and smoked chicken. Even the scent of the food took me back to the cultural festival and I wish I could send him some food but a gloating picture of me eating will do.

Anyway, it's been a lovely week and so far, Rio has treated me kindly. Like even as we were unpacking and genuinely goofing off before we started working , I did not think (as much) about what I left. Though Mom does call me daily alongside Samosa and Granny so that kind of helps. Jojo is calling, I have to catch this call.

Third-Person Narration.

Y/n went in her finest suit, all black and tailored with a little scarf on her neck to add a layer of colour. Though this proved to be a problem as after she stepped out to the morning sun, she realised her outfit choice was not suited for a long working day. Luckily she’d be staying in an air-conditioned environment so after hailing a cab she headed straight for the Starfish Hotel.

“Y/n you do know that I love you but just know that I pulled many strings to get you this position so please don’t act up.” Joseph pleads to the speaker.

“As I said in my CV, I work well with people ” Y/n mutters to the phone as she enters the cream-coloured reception area. The brown-skinned woman with a serene smile, dressed in the hotel’s white polo shirt with the hotel’s logo embroidered on the side looks up to her after welcoming the family in. She nods politely in question and y/n quickly mutters,

“Ok bye, take care, love you.” and cuts before listening to the barrage of ‘must-dos’ that Joseph is insistent she keeps through.

“Hi, I’m Y/n and I’m here for the clerk position,” Y/n said with as much enthusiasm as she could. The receptionist's smile tightened before once more relaxing to a less frigid one and said softly in a tone that has to have been dipped in honey

“Oh, welcome, Please, let me help you to the office.”

She opens the wooden door beside her semi-circular large desk that shows her to management and it's almost like opening the doors to a mini paradise. Unlike the old office that faced the ocean, the floor-to-ceiling windows faced the nearby forest and gave the entire area a cool and refreshing look. White marble floors and a sparse yet open planned office area definitely increased the large room’s capacity. Minimalistic tables and chairs filled the area though it was soothed by the colourful pillows and decors that adorned each employee's taste. She was shown to the desk in a corner and excitedly said,

“Thank you, I can't wait to decorate it.”

She simply nodded and showed y/n to the break room. Though small and kind of claustrophobic due to the little window high up, the baby blue background, dark green rug carpet that made itself known in almost every crevice of the room, and comfy yellow bean bag chairs that were sparsely placed made the room feel brighter. Atop the white marble-walled counter sat a white smeg coffee maker and a matching fridge at the furthest left corner.

She found a few of her colleagues talking though the loud ramblings turned to hush murmurings when she entered the room. The receptionist then said.

“This is Y/n our new colleague. Please make her feel welcome.”

The blonde gave a polite smile and nodded. The taller of the man, with distinguishably blue eyes and a lean frame, nodded in acknowledgment yet the last guy, with bleached blonde tight coils and brown eyes that y/n thought would look stunning when reflected by the sun rays slightly sneered.

“Welcome Y/n I hope you have a wonderful time here with us, I’m Melanie, the supervisor.”She says whilst shaking her hand which she shakes in response.

“Hey, I’m Lucas, Head of HR, pleasure.” He says this time with a small smile as she greets him. She heads to greet the third colleague, arm already outstretched when he says,

“Are you Joseph Joestar’s granddaughter?” He questions with a glare. Y/n quickly retracts her hand and replies smoothly.

“Not biologically but yes he considers me like family.”

He murmurs something in Portuguese which the receptionist and Lucas laugh slightly at. Melanie however, stays quiet and looks onto them in disappointment. Y/n although unaware, is very much sure a slight insult has been made due to the acknowledgment of how she got here, and tightness pools in her heart.

4 May 20XX,

I can’t stand him. Honestly, aside from school, I don’t think there have been many times I’ve reached breaking point till now. It's almost like Thiago is aimed at making my life a living hell. And what’s worse, aside from Melanie, almost everyone doesn't seem to mind. Matter of fact they might be revelling in the fact that they can treat me like absolute shit. And it's not like physical bullying like forcing someone to submit to them by demanding unheard-of paperwork or getting them coffee. This one actually stings. They purposely block me out of conversations by speaking in Portuguese, they refuse to sit by me during lunch and I’m treated like a pest when I need some files translated.

To be honest, it hurts even more when it comes to Nalu. I would have taken the stiff hospitality any day in comparison to the cruelty she displays when she and Thiago scoff in my presence. I can tell she likes him and could be also doing this to win his favour or she’s just a bully that likes stomping on people. I feel like I’m in kindergarten, trying to fit within the already tight-knit groups, but I don’t think even then the kids were mean to me.

Melanie however, despite her busy nature, has been my saving grace. She's too busy helping Pedro in managing the hotel but is always checking up on me. She and the lovely janitor Julietta, who’s surprisingly Thiago’s cousin, are the sole reason I’m not eating lunch in the locked bathrooms. Julietta, especially, has been loud about her disapproval of the way they treat me and seems especially annoyed at Thiago who she assured is ‘Not like that’.

Well, Julietta, he is like that and he should be grateful I’m taking meds and went to therapy. Speaking of which, I need a new therapist, it seems like I’ll need it.

Third Person Narration

“Hi, my love.” Jotaro’s even deeper voice voices out as y/n places herself sideways whilst looking at him.

“Hi, Jojo. I miss you.” Y/n says softly.

“I miss you more. Why do you look so sad? “ Jotaro questions while peering at the slight pout that seems more of a permanent fixture as the days go by.

“Nothing.” She withdraws while attempting to smile.

“Baby, just tell me, and I’ll listen to you vent.”

And this ensures a long ranting session where he calmly listens, eyes never looking away, ears fine-tuned to the soft ramblings of her troubled work life, nodding and interjecting only when he couldn’t get a point to its fullest.

“So this Thiago is harassing you, and you can't tell Lucas 'cause he seems uncaring for your issues.”

“Yes !”

“Do you want me to book a plane there? I will at any moment if you need me.” Jotaro calmly replies

“No, no don’t. I’ll get over it, Just need to keep up taking my meds.”She replies in a slightly cheery tone.

“I wish I was there, or should I tell Gramps? The old man should be worth-”

“No, don’t think of it. This happened because they know I’m related to him and think I’m some pompous rich kid. And you know what, they aren’t far off, I do have the privilege that comes with having connections and my mom being a partner of the law firm but I have never acted as so. Or have I?” The once confident tone dims to a silent murmur of contemplation.

“Of course not love.” He reassures her. He wishes he could teleport to her rather than remain helpless in Zanzibar but he knows his girl can pull through and when she can’t anymore he’ll aid Thiago in finally using that dental insurance coverage.

“Anyway, what’s up with you? Where is your anchor currently stationed, Captain Kujo.” She ends with a salute

Jotaro tells her of his tales, omitting parts that may cause a heart attack and explaining the beauty of the city and the marine biologists he’s already met up with as he plans on working with them a bit for some research.

“And I hope that ring is on display y/n. Everyone must know that you are a kept woman.” He reminds her

“‘Kept?’ babe this is the 21st century, not 1AD and yes it is always around my finger.”

“Y/N DINNER!” Abdul shrieks out.

“It seems you are needed, don’t keep them waiting,” Jotaro says with a slightly disappointed face.

“They can wait, I still want to talk to you.” Y/n whines out. Right on cue, Patience shouts.

“Stop talking to your man and get here already.”

“This is the reason you sleep alone at night,” Y/n shouts back in mild frustration and Patience shrieks out

“Says the woman in a long-distance relationship. Will Jotaro cuddle you virtually? I don’t think so, I guess we are riding the same waves.”She argues back, tone increasing as she decreases the distance from the dining to y/n dimly lit bedroom.

“I think she’s actually coming to beat me up. Bye. I love you, my starfish.”

And before Jotaro replies back, mind swirling with the affectionate nickname and breath hitched, she cuts the call. And as he hears the waves crashing on the seaside, he texts back

“I love you too, my koi.”

8 May 20XX,

I resent Thiago. It’s not the not-so-subtle insults, the ignorance even in more professional settings like group meets, or even his thinly veiled sneers whenever we meet paths. No, it's just him. He reminds me a lot of my former self for some reason. At least I never stopped as low as bullying anyone but still. To see a representation of who I could have been doesn’t make me grateful that I worked so hard to rid my ego, actually, it seems the world favours such behaviours.

It may sound crazy but then why on earth is he head of marketing? Like he for sure can’t put himself in the same position as the consumer as his head is too busy stuck up his ass to care about anything other than his fade and the Brazilian football team. The point is, I worked so hard to be a better person. I moved to another freaking continent in an attempt to understand the world around me and it seems like my hard work was all for naught. Why did I spend hours in therapy if someone like him gets the easy way out? He’s well-liked, has an outstanding social dynamic, and gets to have quick lies with someone as stunning as Nalu whenever he feels like whereas I was reduced to feeling like a monster for having his traits. It's not fair. I put in the work, I put in the hours to become a good person and yet I’m the pathetic new hire that everyone hates because I got this job through connections.

Was this all for nothing? Does it seem the world rewards bad behaviour so what benefit do I have from staying good?

Third-Person Narration.

“Y/n if you don’t bash the head of this nigga one of these fine days I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”Patience tsks on one of those rare days when all of them are coincidentally off.

They are seated on their couch, a beautiful, rust-coloured shade with the finest of leather that spans the majority of the sitting room. The couch was a delightful find in a second-hand refurbishing furniture shop nearby. All of them are looking onto y/n as the tunes of some classic hip hop play in a low tone, and their brown shades dimly light up their sitting room creating a cosy atmosphere as dusk settles tonight.

“I’d love you to but I promised Grandpa Joseph I won’t be a bother.”Y/n moans out.

“Look babes, give him a taste of his own medicine. You genuinely can’t be allowing anyone to be talking to you like that . Personally, I’d be talking back.” Abdul says in an encouraging lilt.

“I just want a peaceful working environment. That doesn’t sound peaceful. And Dr. Hose said I should just ignore him.”Y/n countered.

“Well, Dr. Hose is not taking the insults for you. Or defending you. The man is seated making $25 an hour for telling you something soft feminine girls say on the internet regularly. When did you become such a wimp?” Patience sighs out while aggressively munching the popcorn sat on my lap.

“Stop eating that, dinner is almost here,” Abdul chides.

“I’m not a wimp, I just don’t want to undo my hard work over some man-child who could be a xenophobe.” Y/n quietly mutters.

“Therapy has made you soft. University you would have started a sumo match on the first day. Where did that fire go? You are a Goddamn lawyer l/n, the basis of our job description is to shit-talk with really good arguments!” Patience exclaims, still chomping the last of the popcorn to the point of crushing the unpopped seeds

“I know you still don’t know why I went MIA after graduation. Or why I’m taking therapy but trust me when I say that my anger issues were not just that and returning to that would be bad.”Y/n expresses in a low tone.

A chill swept by causing y/n to hug her blanket in comfort. After a near-deafening silence, Abdul then asks

“So what will you do?”

* * *

After taking her morning coffee from the break room, Y/n heads to the conference room. Since it's her first time, she seems captivated by the mural depicting the nightlife of Sao Paulo at the back of the room and is only brought back to the present when Melanie softly mutters to her

“Y/n let's sit, the meeting is about to begin.”

This is the first time she is introduced to the Hotel Director Fernando. He seems like a sweet pal and if it weren’t for the grey hairs you’d think he’s much younger. He and Joseph share the same vibe and y/n understands why they get along well.

The meeting went well. The monthly quota of yadda and the marketing yadda seems to be well and by the end of it all things seem to be in more order and thus everyone leaves with a smile.

“Oh, and by the way Y/n, our new data analyst has been doing such a splendid job already. A round of applause. Sorry, we didn’t meet earlier but welcome to Starfish Hotel. She did law consulting for our new branch in Kilifi, Kenya so she’s become quite experienced in the hospitality industry.” He says as they lightly clap sans Thiago, Lucas, and Nalu. Y/n lets out a tight smile. Kind of like the ones people who accidentally meet each other's eyes give.

This time though Thiago gives off a slightly shocked face.

‘Yeah, I’m experienced. Thought I was just an unsuccessful nepo baby huh.’ She thinks with a slight smirk.

“And as usual, I’d like to welcome her with a nice group dinner, so I booked a reservation at that Brazilian fusion restaurant nearby. Mandatory.” He says with a smile, punctuating his sentence with a semi-serious tone.

The room buzzes in glee. It seems like a popular restaurant and when y/n questions why Melanie responds.

“It’s not that it's posh, it's just the food is really good, and sometimes since we are are closer to a stadium, footballers eat there after the game.” She excitedly remarks

Y/n says nothing though she thinks that it would be wonderful to eat there. If she likes it so much, she can even take Patience and Abdul there.

Aside from the meeting, the day went surprisingly well. Largely because Thiago is out and Lucas is busy but still it seems better than most. She’s introduced to one of Lucas's subordinates, Richiarldo and they get along well once they discover their love for similar Anime. Though bickering ensues on whether Jujutsu Kaisen is good or just that it was a well-written Naruto and Y/n, despite hating Gege’s sadistic ass, defends the show like she’s personally getting paid.

“Damn, no wonder you are a lawyer. I was moved enough to even read the manga.” He laughs after her last defence.

“I only got the degree so that I could properly argue out controversial anime opinions.”

“Though you do admit, the similarities are uncanny.” Richiarldo teases.

“Kind of. He definitely took the foundation of Naruto.” She admits.

Then he’s called over by Lucas who has an undefined scowl on his face and he cheerfully bids her bye, brunette ponytail swishing as he moves away from the lunchroom and encourages her to get back to work.

By the time the orange hues in the sky get significantly darker, y/n is done with her current assignment and quickly heads over to the staff parking lot where everyone is meeting to wait for Fernando. She detects mutters in Portuguese of the orders they will make and she just seems excited that she is slowly understanding the dialect.

Soon he walks out and the group of 12 heads to the restaurant. The open-planned restaurant is brightly lit and has fairy lights in every booth. Alongside those strings are threads of fake vines that lead up to the large circular bar at the centre. The ground is covered in fake grass and luckily the spot reserved sits at the perfect point to see the ocean. The large table is properly dispersed and despite y/n being able to sit beside Richiarldo and Melanie, she directly faces Thiago and Lucas. Nalu is nowhere near them and for some reason, that earned her a glare.

Dinner went smoother than expected, Y/n had a lovely prawn cream known as Vatapa, recommended by Richiarldo. He then ordered some Pastels and Pao de queijo which we shared. His personal dish was a Feijoada, a dish his mom used to sell. They chatted the entire time and y/n felt comfortable around new people for the first time in a long time. Smiling and chatting with them in spite of the language barrier and despite the odd accent as she tried saying phrases in the dialect, they still cheered her on like a child learning to walk.

By the time nine reached, Fernando ordered beers, and y/n ordered a mocktail. And the night went on and on. Melanie just slumped out after arguing with absolutely no one. Richiarldo wants to call his girlfriend and hasn’t been off the phone since and Fernando has been even more jovial, encouraging bad behaviour by asking for even more beers.

“So y/n, how’s life as a rich kid? I haven’t seen you driving a Porsche or is that for your one-year working anniversary.” Thiago snarls with a slur. Some at the table look at her yet most seem unaware of the brewing tension between the group.Y/n stays silent, instead eating her lukewarm Canjica.

“Or will you be made a COO under some mysterious circumstances ?” He pressured on. Those who were merely eavesdropping seem to look at him questioningly, and soon the cheer and loud yapping seem to dilute to murmurings.

“Hey, shut up. Take your bitter ass elsewhere.” Richiarldo slurs out in Portuguese

“How about I punch you instead.''Thiago lunges at Richiarldo and what should have been a table-crashing, glass-shattering argument was instead a total smackdown. Thiago punched the already too-drunk Richiarldo to the floor and the entire restaurant erupts into murmurings. Soon, the group is forced out and Fernando talks to the manager wide-eyed, pleading to not get banned.

Y/n, is at her breaking point, in comparison to all the drunkards, she’s the soberest and so after putting most of them in a safe Uber home, she’s left with Thiago, Lucas, and Nalu. Then she calls her own Uber.

“What about us?” Nalu questions.

“Thiago can manage. I mean he could beat up his own colleague. He has the strength to call for an Uber.” She calmly responds once confirming the location.

“Yeah, all you rich people are the same. Couldn’t care less for us because we aren’t worth much huh.” Thiago shouts out in an odd mix of English and Portuguese.

“Jesus Christ ENOUGH WITH ALL THIS. Why are you so bent on making my life a living hell? Ok, I got my job based on pulling a few strings and so what? Clearly, I’m good at it. I couldn’t give less of a fuck if you had to work hard. And if you haven’t already figured out that life isn’t fair, here’s a quick reminder.” She gestures dramatically at her full figure.

“Do you know that my aunt worked hard for your position? I promised her that after struggling to get her diploma in IT I’d get her a job here. To get Juliette to university at her chosen school which she couldn’t be able to get because they are poor. And then at the last minute, you waltz in and suddenly I’m told the job that I promised her is gone. And her daughter has to scrub floors and I have to watch you have the life I so desperately wanted for them.” Thiago chokes out, eyes watery. Nalu attempts to hug him and he softly shoves her away as he stands more upright.

“And, so what? You blame the burdens of life on me , someone you didn’t even care to know properly? You think I’ll feel pity for you because you had it hard? I don’t give a shit. Cry me a river for all I care and the world would remain unfair. To think, you could have told me this issue and I would have aided you but instead, it seems acting like a middle school bully was the better option. “ She punctuates the sentence with a click and a ding from her phone notifies her of her requested driver. After bidding Fernando bye and assuring him that all is well despite the outburst, she leaves, not once looking back at them.

12 May 20XX

Do I feel bad for Thiago? Kind of. My mom wasn’t born wealthy and based on what I heard from my childhood she was barely able to afford the roof over her head. I don’t remember that much because she landed a case that got her paid well and hasn’t struggled since. Typical rags to riches. But that was a one-in-a-million opportunity. Not everyone has that kind of advantage.

Guess you’ll always be a villain in someone’s story no matter how minuscule your involvement in their life may seem to you.

Third-Person Narration.

The next day was awkward, yet people politely asked if y/n was fine after the outburst. Juliette, almost teary, seemed close to bowing in apology for her cousin, and Y/n feeling more awkward than ever, bought her a juice and hotdog from the canteen and made her promise to not feel bad about the instance.

She went to Fernando’s office with a brown letter in her hand.

“Y/n, come sit down. How have you been?” He remorsefully asks.

“I’m fine. These things happen .” Y/n politely replies.

“So, what brings you here?” Fernando asks, a thick eyebrow raised.

“Here.” She says whilst sliding the letter.

Fernando reads it slowly and says softly.

“Did what Thiago say hurt you that deeply?”

“It wasn’t about being hurt. It felt like the moral thing to do. I’ll manage on my own.” She says in a monotonous tone.

After a long sigh, and a look at his window which directly oversaw the pool area and beach, now filled with cherry children and scared parents, he says.

“You’re a grown-up. Ok, I accept the resignation.”

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