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ghelgheli · 21 days

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Recognizing this central ambivalence in regard to so-called Western values—whereby they are cast out as “postmodern authoritarianism” only to be embraced as the “true spirit” of societies to come—is essential to understanding the strategic significance of the anti-gender misappropriation of postcolonial language. This ambivalence sheds light on the fact that the superficial takeover frames the “gender ideology” colonizer not simply as the “West as such but [rather as] the West whose healthy (Christian) core had already been destroyed by neo-Marxism and feminism in the 1960s” (Korolczuk and Graff 2018: 812). Very often, the anti-gender misappropriation takes on a decidedly Islamophobic hue; for all their catering to anticolonial sentiments, anti-gender thinkers often claim that “gender ideology,” with its historical roots in anti-European “neo-Marxism and feminism,” goes hand in hand with the threat of (Muslim) immigration. A blatant example of this can be found in former Cardinal Sarah’s proclamation against the two unexpected threats of our times:

On the one hand, the idolatry of Western freedom; on the other, Islamic fundamentalism: atheistic secularism versus religious fanaticism. To use a slogan, we find ourselves between “gender ideology and ISIS.” . . . From these two radicalizations arise the two major threats to the family: its subjectivist disintegration in the secularized West [and] the pseudo-family of ideologized Islam which legitimizes polygamy [and] female subservience. (Sarah 2015)

Sarah aggressively draws up a dual picture of the true enemy—the biopolitical survival of the family is threatened on the one hand by excessive secularization and sexual freedom, and on the other by “ideologized Islam’s pseudo-family,” which marks the degraded and uncivilized counterpart to Christianity’s proper tradition. This discursive construction of “terrorist look-alikes” as possessing an excessive, uncultivated, and dangerous sexuality yet again plays into the same fundamental racialized mapping of progress that colonial gender undergirded (Puar 2007). This rhetoric is mirrored by Norwegian right-wing politician Per-Willy Amundsen (2021) when he writes that:

I will never celebrate pride. First of all, there are only two sexes: man and woman, not three—that is in contradiction with all biological science. Even worse, they are allowed access to our kids to influence them with their radical ideology. This has to be stopped. If FRI [the national LGBT organization] really cared about gay rights, they would get involved in what is happening in Muslim countries, rather than construct fake problems here in Norway. But it is probably easier to speak about “diversity” as long as it doesn’t cost anything. (Amundsen 2021; translation by author) Here Amundsen draws on the well-known trope of trans* and queer people “preying on our kids” while at the same time reinforcing the homonationalist notion that Europe, and in particular Norway, is a safe h(e)aven for queer people—perhaps a bit too much so. In his response to Amundsen, Thee-Yezen Al-Obaide, the leader of SALAM, the organization for queer Muslims in Norway, aptly diagnoses Amundsen’s rhetoric as “transphobia wrapped in Islamophobia” (as quoted in Berg 2021). Amundsen mirrors a central tenet of TERF rhetoric by claiming to be the voice of science, biology, and reason in order to distinguish his own resistance to “gender ideology” from the repressive, regressive one of Muslims. In this way, his argumentation, which basically claims that trans* people don’t exist and certainly shouldn’t be recognized legally, attempts to come off as benign, while Muslim opposition to “gender ideology” is painted as destructive and anti-modern. This double gesture, which allows Amundsen to have his cake and eat it too, is a central trope in different European iterations of anti-gender rhetoric. In France, for example, such discourse claims that, “while ‘gender ideology’ goes too far on the one hand, the patriarchal control of Islam threatens to pull us back into an excessive past. Here of course, ‘Frenchness’ is always already neither Muslim, nor queer (and certainly not both)” (Hemmings 2020: 30). Therefore the French anti-gender movement sees itself as the defender of true Western civilization, both from Western “gender ideology” and from uncivilized “primitives” who are nevertheless themselves victims of “gender ideology.” A similar dynamic plays out in Britain: “Reading Muslims as dangerous heteroactivists and Christians as benign points to how racialization and religion create specific forms of heteroactivism. . . . Even where ‘Muslim parents’ are supported by Christian heteroactivists, they remain other to the nation, and not central to its defence” (Nash and Browne 2020: 145). In the British example, it is clear that white anti-gender actors represent themselves as moderate, reasonable, and caring—often claiming that their resistance to the “politicization” of the classroom has nothing to do with transphobia and homophobia.

Is “Gender Ideology” Western Colonialism? Jenny Andrine Madsen Evang

#reading #evang

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transgenderpolls · 18 days

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so this is just something i just now realized by looking through my health records - apparently, as part of the whole process of my hysterectomy, i was diagnosed with "dual role transvestism"??? even though that's clearly untrue when you look up the term? like i have been on T for over 6 years and i pass completely as cis and literally the hysto itself was a gender affirming surgery. my surgeon told me, even, that the reason on file for the surgery would be gender dysphoria. why on earth would i be diagnosed with basically "part time crossdresser" wergfbdwe

my best guess is that someone just straight up misclicked or something bc it makes no sense lol but has anyone else ever had this happen to them??

#not polls #hysterectomy #gender affirming surgery

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samflir · 10 months

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What makes a good boot sequence?

A while ago, I had my first truly viral post on Mastodon. It was this:

You might've seen it. It got almost four hundred boosts and reached beyond Mastodon to reddit and even 4chan. I even saw an edit with a spinning frog on the left screen. I knew the post would go down well with tech.lgbt but I never expected it to blow up the way it did.

I tried my best to express succinctly exactly what it is I miss about BIOS motherboards in the age of UEFI in this picture. I think looking at a logo and spinner/loading bar is boring compared to seeing a bunch of status messages scroll up the screen indicating hardware being activated, services being started up and tasks being run. It takes the soul out of a computer when it hides its computeriness.

I think a lot of people misunderstood my post as expressing a practical preference over an aesthetic one, and there was at least a few thinking this was a Linux fanboy post, which it certainly is not. So here's the long version of a meme I made lol.

Stages

I remember using two family desktop computers before moving over a family laptop. One ran Windows XP and the other ran Windows 7. Both were of the BIOS era, which meant that when booting, they displayed some status information in white on black with a blinking cursor before loading the operating system. On the XP machine, I spent longer in this liminal space because it dual-booted. I needed to select Windows XP from a list of Linux distros when booting it.

I've always liked this. Even as a very little kid I had some sense that what I was seeing was a look back into the history of computing. It felt like a look "behind the scenes" of the main GUI-based operating system into something more primitive. This made computers even more interesting than they already were, to me.

Sequences

The way old computers booted was appealing to my love of all kinds of fixed, repeating sequences. I never skip the intros to TV shows and I get annoyed when my local cinema forgets to show the BBFC ratings card immediately before the film, even though doing so is totally pointless and it's kinda strange that they do that in the first place. Can you tell I'm autistic?

Booting the windows 7 computer would involve this sequence of distinct stages: BIOS white text -> Windows 7 logo with "starting windows" below in the wrong aspect ratio -> switch to correct resolution with loading spinner on the screen -> login screen.

Skipping any would feel wrong to me because it's missing a step in one of those fixed sequences I love so much. And every computer that doesn't start with BIOS diagnostic messages is sadly missing that step to my brain, and feels off.

Low-level magic

I am extremely curious about how things work and always have been, so little reminders when using a computer that it has all sorts of complex inner workings and background processes going on are very interesting to me, so I prefer boot sequences that expose the low-level magic going on and build up to the GUI. Starting in the GUI immediately presents it as fundamental, as if it's not just a pile of abstractions on top of one another. It feels deceptive.

There may actually be some educational and practical value in computers booting in verbose mode by default. Kids using computers for the first time get to see that there's a lot more to their computer than the parts they interact with (sparking curiosity!), and if a boot fails, technicians are better able to diagnose the problem over a phone call with a non-technical person.

Absolute boot sequence perfection

There's still one last thing missing from my family computer's boot sequence, and that's a brief flicker of garbage on screen as VRAM is cleared out. Can't have everything I guess. Slo-mo example from The 8-Bit Guy here:

#computers #opinion #boot sequences #computing history #meme

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ardenrabbit · 1 month

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Hello!

A Long and Slow Recovery - are we past the halfway point? I am so excited to see how everything turns out. Did you do a lot of research to delve into Xie Lian’s experience with recovery? It’s very well written with regard to his mental and emotional struggles. Also , I just love how you write Hua Cheng and Xie Lian’s interactions.

Those Worthy of Following( new name change!) - I gushed about it in your comment section but need to emphasize how much I love that opening chapter with the dual between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. And this dynamic, of Hua Cheng being the prince, and Xie Lian being the bodyguard, is A+++. Xie Lian is so calm and kind and powerful. He was so fierce about Hua Cheng not talking down about himself. Like,yes gege, please show your Hua Cheng how precious he is, haha. I ❤️ reading Xie Lian showing his protectiveness of Hua Cheng, even from the man himself. I’m also keen to see how Feng Xin and Mu Qing will take to Xie Lian in this verse too.

Is there anything else you can share about it that’s not spoilers? If not, that’s fine too!

Your writing is just delicious - a pleasure, something to savor and come back to again and again.

Thank you!

Omg thank you so much 💕😭💕 Your comments are always such a delight!! It's so validating and encouraging and I hope you know that!!

We are indeed past the halfway point in alasr! I honestly just kind of know what happens in a big blob with like half a dozen bullet points, so I don't have a final chapter count ready, but Chapter 20 is basically the start of the second half of the story. I originally thought the fic was gonna end at just about the New Year celebration, but it turns out his recovery is taking a lot longer than that, and his recovery isn't even the only one we're dealing with now, so I got ambitious. The premise also uh deserves a little more closure and resolution than that lol, so Arc 2 is gonna be a little higher stakes than we've had so far.

I'm so glad you're enjoying how I'm writing Xie Lian and his recovery! Haha I did research a variety of other conditions and disabilities and read accounts from people who have them, because that's just good research. Honestly, though, inspiration for the vast majority of Xie Lian's mental/emotional struggles have been sourced from firsthand experience :)

I'm mentally and physically disabled and have been my whole life, and I wasn't even diagnosed with anything (I was somehow just diagnosed with Teenager) until I hit rock bottom about it in adulthood. I've gotten to a better place with the mental stuff, but even though it's no longer an active threat to me, my bad days can still leave me nonverbal, disconnected from reality, and sometimes catatonic. The physical stuff has been getting worse over the years, and even though I can still walk independently with a cane when I leave the house (as long as I rest a lot), I still fall down just walking in my own home. I keep having to remember that my chronic pain and fatigue isn't normal, and I keep getting evidence that I'm worse than I thought. I've had to reorganize my life around all of it and I'm uh. Not taking it well lately lol.

So alasr is my self-therapy project. Xie Lian is going to get better and I'm not, and that still kind of pisses me off lol, but it's nice to vent and see someone else get a happy ending. So...yeah, at least writing alasr has helped distract me from my own pity party, and Xie Lian's anger, despair, guilt, and forced optimism are cathartic for me. It's not just about me, though; obviously I'm trying to stay in character for him and write in the context of his specific circumstances. But I guess I relate to sick fic stuff lol

Fully aware that that was a lot of oversharing 💜

But ANYWAY, AS FOR ✨ THOSE WORTHY OF FOLLOWING ✨ I'm so glad you're liking that one so far too!! I craaaaave protective badass Xie Lian and I needed a different brand of angst and drama from alasr for a while lol. I love writing violence tbh. I don't wanna spoil too much, but I definitely wanna confirm this:

TWOF is NOT a post-canon reincarnation fic. I'm personally not up for writing that kind of loss of all their canon experiences. And there are probably some really well-written takes on it! It's just not personally my speed. 😅 This one might seem like a post-canon reincarnation fic in the first couple chapters, but it'll make more sense soon.

It IS angst with a HAPPY ending, I promise!! What I'm planning right now gets really rather sad and it might seem hopeless at some point, but I promise, I'm confident in my plan to make it genuinely happy and fulfilling!

I'm exploring a trope about which I've had some general hangups, but I honestly enjoy taking tropes and tweaking them to my preferences. I think a lot of people can already guess what trope I'm talking about, which is fine with me! If it means the buildup and foreshadowing are working, I'm happy it fits!

What I'm panicking about with this wip is that I've convinced myself that I need to earn a doctorate in Tang Dynasty battle and siege tactics to write it credibly lmao. I spent three hours the other night researching ancient Chinese fire starters and the differences between Han and Tang era tea preparation (to little avail). This one is gonna take a lot of research for my own peace of mind but I hope it pays off!

Mu Qing and Feng Xin are gonna be okay!! Someone commented on ch2 that they liked that Mu Qing got hurt because they hate him and I'm like...I didn't think I'd framed that as a good thing..... 😅 That was something a Bad Guy did.......... 😅😅😅

Thank you so much for your kind comments and all of the fun engagement!! I'm truly so honored that you've enjoyed my writing so far! 💖💖💖

#silver-cyn #tgcf #my writing #alasr #twof #oh look it talks #fic spoilers

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bioethicists · 3 months

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I thought tme people weren't supposed to use the term transv*stism

i know u mean well here anon + i do want u to sit with the absurdity of this being your response to me saying "my insurance company diagnosed me with dual-role transvestism [because i could only access gender-affirming care by being medically marked with a pathologizing inaccurate label which is now regarded as archaic by some members of the trans community]".

u are more than welcome to forward this complaint to Cigna Healthcare 😂

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essential-npc · 1 year

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#draft dodger is the comedic way of putting it it was more like i filed some paperwork

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jessicapaik · 15 days

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Queens (2021-2022) by Zahir McGhee

In Zahir McGhee's musical TV show, Queens (2021-2022), follows the story of four women in their 40s previously in a famous hip-hop group together, reuniting to regain fame. Throughout the first two episodes, we see the show rehashing their past and the changes of roles in each of their lives that creates individual hardship, but finding comfort and vulnerability within their group.

How does the series use dual-focus narrative as a strategic storytelling tool beyond heteronormative romantic pairings?

Throughout the first episode, we are shown each member of the group and their current situations outside of their past. Brianna, or Professor Sex, is a mother of five and recently caught her husband cheating on her with a student of his. On top of that, he was diagnosed with cancer and had to get surgery, leaving Brianna having to take care of him for the sake of her children. Jill, or Jill the Thrill, is struggling to find coexistence with her sexuality and religion, as she has been having an affair with a woman that she is in love with and is having a hard time confronting her husband. Naomi, or Xplicit Lyrics, continues to chase her dreams of making music whilst trying to balance being a present mother for her daughter. In connection is her past complicated relationship with the group’s manager, Eric, who chose to be with Valeria, or Butter Pecan.

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At the end performance at the BET, the women performed for the first time on stage together since they broke up, as each of their rap parts were in regards to their personal and romantic relationships. The use of rap as a way to create both a powerful and vulnerable moment for them as friends and as women facing the hardships of their reality. Especially when rap and hip-hop is a male dominated genre, the women's ability to use rap as a way to gain control and power over their own bodies and terms of their own lives changes the narrative to show themes of black femininity and the toxicity of the music industry towards women of color.

What are the “inevitable” couplings within the series and how are they accentuated through “cinematic” similarities and contrasts?

The use of flashbacks and song as a way to cinematically explain the relationships between characters is embedded throughout the series. Although there are romantic relationships in the show, the relationship between the women and their loved ones is stands out, as there connection instills a comfortable vulnerability within conversations had and through song.

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Before the BET performance, Naomi sings a beautiful ballad in regards to her relationship with her daughter. But, this song expands to the women facing their issues through confrontation and self-reflection. Through editing, the song is paired with all the situations at hand using visuals that go along with the narrative and feelings of each character. Although this does not go along the traditional "inevitable" couple, this does show the strong connections of the women and their own journey of fully gaining independence from their controlling past.

How does the series use musical numbers within and beyond the narrative world to fairytale, backstage, and musical?

The film's modern time does not take away from the escaping reality that musicals give. The use of song, especially within Naomi who is still chasing her dreams of being a folk solo artist, but is faced with obstacles due to the sexist and racist environment of the music industry. After meeting with a label that denies her of being a star, she calls her daughter in disappointment of how the meeting went. Her daughter puts her in her place, expressing how Naomi's efforts expended her time with her daughter and if she gives up now there would have been no point of her absence.

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After the call, Naomi goes to the label manager's house to prove that she is a star, as she covers the song "Wrecking Ball." The song is coupled with her daughter, who is at home, playing the song on piano and layover verses that give it an emotional and magical feel. Moreover, Brandy's acting showed a vulnerable performance that characterizes Naomi unbelievable talent and her cherishing relationship with her daughter. Vulnerability through song shows the nature of the musical and how it is connected to the character's feelings that is enhanced through performance and editing.

#@theuncannyprofessoro #oxyfilmmusical #televisionmusical #Youtube

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arcane-sync · 18 days

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Warning that I am yet again on my marriage nonsense, because even I'm sick of hearing about it at this point.

I am going to have bad days. I'm still learning how to be a counselor, and there are going to be days where I feel out of my depth and frustrated. Today's complaint was about insurance, diagnosis, and the dual expectations to diagnose someone ethically even if insurance doesnt cover it while simultaneously needing to meet the financial restrictions of the client in order to ensure continuity of care. I do something like 50% of my own billing, and I was complaining about the delicate balance of ethics, insurance, and overmedicalization. I didnt say a damn thing about capitalism. And yet, he still tried to derail the conversation and complain about obamacare. He outright told me to blame obamacare for that problem. Like... !?!??! Let me vent, and dont tell me what to think

Like bitch. 1 this is MY degree, not yours, and I would appreciate you admitting i MIGHT know more. 2 I TRIED to avoid right vs left politics, and you ran into it at full speed, but you still complain I'm the opinionated one? And 3 I was CLEARLY venting. If you cant say something empathetic, shut the hell up and let me vent. We have gone over empathetic responses in our marriage OVER and OVER, and he's STILL not getting it.

Good god, its like he takes half a step forward, just enough to give me hope for change, then obliviously takes a flying leap backwards. And I GENUINELY believe he isnt being manipulative about it. He just lacks emotional intelligence.

#as marriage problems

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slutforsnow · 9 months

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I swear im trying for chapter 6 of The Blue Note 😔 My fyp isnt giving more astv edits 🥲 anyways, to feed the twilight community im here to offer

✨️A JASPER X OC FIC✨️

A Cowboy's Dream

Character info:

Name: Eliana (el-e-anna) Smith

Nicknames: Eli (El-e), Ana, Silly, Star Girl

Insults: Accident, Freak, Weirdo, r-slur

Age: 17

Birthday: April 6th

Blood type: O-

Mental illness/disorder: Autism

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender: Female she/her

Backstory: Eliana was born in with a semi-normal family. She had a father, Michael, and a mother, Terra. When Eli had turned about 6 months old when Michael realized he was gay and wanted a divorce. Terra went along with it, as she was a closeted lesbian. She couldn't stand being in a marriage with a man, so once the divorce was finalized, Michael and Terra stayed friends but went to live on their lives. Terra kept Eliana, as Michael wasn't sure that traveling in a van would be safe for a 6 month old, and met her later wife -Vanessa- when Ana was 3. They got married on Eli's birthday, with her permission of course, and have given Eliana the world and more that a girl could ask for while living in Forks, Washington. Michael comes to visit Eliana for special days just whenever she wants to see him because Terra and Vanessa decided that it'd be good for her to have connection to her father, despite calling him "Uncle Mike." Eliana was diagnosed with autism at 7 years old after she had a meltdown about having to sleep on silk sheets in a hotel that the 3 women were staying at for a trip.

She's lived in Forks her entire life and doesn't mind the quietness or rain because at night, when the rain clears, she see the stars and often draws pictures out whatever shape(s) she sees in them.

START NOTE: IM AUTISTIC AND CAN RECLAIM THE R SLUR. I WILL AVOID USING IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE SO IT MAY ONLY POP UP 1 OR 2 TIMES. If people are uncomfortable, I'll remove the slur from the story entirely <3

First Meeting

"Do I not look Italian-?" Eli asked, laughing as Mike was in shock learning the autistic member of the group was Italian.

"No, you look white-!! Like, white white." Mike protested as Eliana walked with Bella to her truck.

"Bye bye, Mikey~!" She called as Bella shook her head and ruffled Eliana's dual colored hair.

"So, I'm guessing you and Mikey are close?" Bella questioned as Eliana moved closer to her to avoid bumping into the Cullens.

"Eehhhh, if you wanna call teasing each other like siblings close because you're both only children then yes...? Besides, we grew up neighbors, so we see each other every day and let me tell you- being surrounded by loud neurotypicals hurts like hell."

"Really?" Bella looked up at Eliana as the smaller female sat on the hood of the car. "I thought they were ok- a bit better than the people back in Arizona."

"Ehhh, depends on the person. Since I'm autistic, and I don't speak for every autistic person, I have sensory issues meaning I can't handle super loud crowds or friend groups. But they were my only friends, so I sucked it up as best as I could and dealt with it. You, however, aren't autistic and don't really mix with the loud crowd and tend to avoid them as much as possible," Eliana explained pulling a marker out of her patch-filled messenger bag and started to draw stars along her left arm.

"Oh.. that makes sense, yeah," Bella replied after a moment, watching Eliana draw on herself. Throughout the day, Bella noted that Eli would do this whenever a certain blonde was around. According to Jessica, Eliana has had a thing for one of the mysterious Cullens- Jasper. Yet, he was seemingly taken by Alice. It hurt Eliana, so she took to drawing on herself to avoiding staring at him and causing drama.

Yet, every so often, Jasper would catch himself staring at her and he looked away, attempting, and failing, to not be caught.

The reason why the pair did this was because Jasper saved her life exactly 3 years ago today.

"Are you serious dude? The Freak?" A student inquired, laughing his ass off as Eli walked passed, clutching her books and not noticing the 5 squares of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of her shirt.

"Yeah! I mean, besides, it's not like anyone's going to stand up for the retard and won't it be awesome to humiliate it in front of the whole school?" The student's friend spoke up, grinning and seeing Eliana walk to class faster to avoid being seen crying out of distress.

Later that day, Eli had forgotten all about the worry of being humiliated. She felt safe and at peace. Besides, she had gotten to talk to one of her more mysterious classmates, Rosalie, today and she promised to help Eli get a good hair-do that would make her feel happy.

Life felt perfect and completely worry-free... until one of her bullies kicked her in the back and caused her to trip down the stairs of the building and fall into the wet pavement.

She groaned, rolling onto her side and hugging her ribs as blood ran down her face from her nose and her head spun in dizziness. She was in so much pain that she didn't process a car come barreling down to her until she heard a large crash and a familiar voice yell.

Two sets of hands pulled her up, eliciting a cry of pain from the younger as pressure was put onto her right foot. One of the 'strangers' whom had helped her up, scooped her up bridal style as she began to fall in and out of consciousness.

After a few hours had gone by, Eliana woke up, groaning.

"Ah, I see you're awake, Eliana. You gave us a scare there," a gentle and friendly voice said earning a tiny smile from the teen.

"Hi, Dr. Carlisle..." She groaned out, putting a hand to her head and flinching in the process.

"Hi, dear," he greeted, sympathetically and gently running his hand through her long bright blonde hair. The doctor cared deeply for her and she loved him like he was her dad. "Can you tell me what happened this time?"

"I- uhmmm... I don't think I remember a lot of it..." She told him, honestly and shrugging a tad. Carlisle merely smiled reassuringly.

"It's alright, you don't have to try and remember all of it now, but would you be able to give me a gist of what happened?" He questioned, sitting in one of the rolly stools while checking her heartbeat.

"Uhmm... I think I tripped down the stairs... and then hit my head really hard, but I don't remember anything after that," She told him, trying to focus on the light he was using to check her eyes.

"You tripped? Eli... these injuries don't typically come from tripping down the stairs- accident prone or not," Carlisle started, looking at her and she moved her gaze to her hands. "Are you sure someone didn't kick you down the stairs or anything?"

Eliana tensed and stayed quiet. She didn't want the senior to get in trouble, but her silence did confirm that someone did kick her down the stairs.

"Eli..? Come on, you can't stay quiet for this, honey. Jasper and Rosalie already told Chief Swan everything that they know and he's waiting to talk to you downstairs, as he's wanting to know if your mothers will press charges against whomever hurt you and, apparently, tried to run you over."

"He's gonna kill me if I say anything though..." Eli buried her face into her knee that she could move and groaned audibly.

"But he also could be behind bars. Freedom from him, Eliana, wouldn't that be nice?" Ana paused for a moment and nodded a bit, earning a kind smile from Carlisle.

However, before Carlisle could continue, one of the Cullens entered the room with Eliana's stuff. This one must've been Jasper, due to the fancy shirt he wore and his wavy/curly blonde locks were pushed out of his face that as Rosalie had described.

"Ah, Jasper, here with Eliana's things. Thank you, son," He said as Jasper sat her bag by her shoes and nodded, then went to leave, not making eye contact with either.

"Hey, Jasper-?.. uhm... Thanks.. to you and the other person who helped," Eliana called. Jasper had froze at the door when she called his name. He'd never heard it said so... kindly and softly before. There was no sound of reassurance or manipulation behind it- just pure gratitude and the blonde could sense that from her, even without his power.

Partially turning to face her, he smiled at her kindly.

"You're welcome, ma'am. I'm just glad to see you're not bleedin too bad," He said to her, with his Southern accent coming out before leaving the room. This left Carlisle chuckling softly at his son for sneaking in a thank-you to her for not causing him to go feral and Eliana completely in love with him.

#jasper hale #major jasper whitlock #jasper whitlock hale #jasper whitlock #jasper twilight #jasper cullen #canon x oc #twilight fanfiction #twilight x oc #fanfiction #twilight saga #eventual smut #vampire boy #confederate soldier #major #parental carlisle

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tutti-says · 25 days

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Re: intersex, intersexism and me

I’ve had something I have wanted to say, something that has weighed heavily on me over the past few weeks. Something I’ve spent hours reading trying to figure out and understand the different sides of.

This is something that, of course, happened at the tail end of the conflict. I do not want to bring the entire conflict to focus. I am purposefully not naming names nor specifying incidents because I am not coming to you today as Tutti the defender, I’m coming today as Tutti the person. To start with - I am intersex, medically intersex. That’s as much as I am willing to divulge because it’s not something I tell really anyone and to say so here leaves my chest very tight. I’ve already had to expose many wounds and traumas I bear because I don’t believe I can correctly explain my point of view and why I feel that way without sharing. It is no burden nor shame to be myself, but I also don’t want to be the one “with the microphone” or anything.

I wanted to talk to the original poster and try to explain things from my lens, but I didn’t know how exactly to approach them in a way that wouldn’t risk more harm. The poster was hurting. I was hurting. Everyone in this whole mess was hurting and it just wasn’t the time and hasn’t been - but I really would like to share my perspective. This isn’t even something I’ve talked about with my friends nor my wife. Honestly, I was so shocked at the post and the effects that rippled from there, I couldn’t even feel anything but numb at first. I felt my duty at that moment was to ensure the safety of lives that were now at risk, so I haven’t really brought up how this has affected me.

To briefly (as much as possible) mention the incident without names because again, I would like to talk personally - there was a post about a tag on an Ao3 fic where the original poster labeled it as intersexism. My friend, knowing the writer and why the writer chose that specific tag, then reposted the post and commented about intersex people not being safe in writing. Unbeknownst to my friend - the original poster was intersex.

I even replied to the post my friend made because I was confused on why the original poster called the fic tag intersexist, nor why intersex was even brought in. It felt to me like the post was saying persons weren’t allowed to write intersex fics. I was really confused and honestly a little taken aback as an intersex person myself. The original poster did not include my post in the thread, I don’t know why but I do claim that it was not with ill intent towards me, but I will include it here.

The original poster saw the post and replies, and though I cannot speak of their feelings, I am sure the matter was hurtful to them to say the least. In return, the original poster made a thread detailing the events and their interpretation of what was said - and when I read it my heart sank. I know the people in the replies, and I knew what they meant by what they said in response to the original post my friend made. Most of the errors stemmed from difficulties in communication brought about by neurodivergence, which the original poster could not know of. However, I cannot say that every reply I saw to the thread in the climax, a heated back and forth from other friends, was entirely innocent - nor were they in any way kind or understanding. Some of them hurt me, as fighting for diagnoses on anything is such an arduous task. But right now I want to talk about this from the perspective of an intersex person who knows the author, a trans writer, willfully choosing to not use a tag with intersex but dual gender because this was a fic about the author and their gender dysphoria finding ease through fiction. Knowing that the original poster did not read the fic but made an assumption based solely on the tag and prior instances made me really confused. Though the original poster didn’t name my friend nor the fic - they did misgender my friend and speak ill of them. Yet, I also understand how exasperating it is to see things that have hurt you by people who know nothing about intersex but use it and the erm - genitalia without care nor research. I wish more than anything that my friend or the original poster would have messaged instead of publicly posting - so they might have found understanding. To this day, my friend has not read the thread about intersexism. Their tumblr post saying goodbye was not in relation to intersex in the slightest, and they never read any of the replies. This was my doing. My choice to put my friend’s life first. I begged them not to read it. So if anyone is mad my friend did not see your replies on Tumblr or the thread on Twitter - blame me. I am solely responsible. I’m of two minds on everything - because it comes down to if perisex trans persons are allowed to write or contemplate having dual genitalia or if the thought in itself is intersexist. I know that people will think that because I carry a label of proship I couldn't care less - but I do care. To me, in a world where awful experimentation etc. is still done on intersex people, it would be hard to write this without bearing the empathy towards intersex people and the hardships faced. And honestly, that isn’t done in a lot of cases. However, in the case of the particular fic that was being discussed, the writer HAD written and tagged in a way that respected intersex people while writing from the viewpoint of a person who is trans with the specific label of salmacian. So, I don’t believe it was wrong nor intersexist of my friend to write a fic using their own lens and a tag that made sense for the fic. It was not prejudiced, but rather heartfelt.

At the moment though, I could say nothing against the unmountable tidal waves of hate pouring from both sides. I am still devastated at what occurred in a few short hours and how easily it could have been avoided. I feel heartbroken in so many ways because so many voices needed to be shared and nearly all of them were silenced.

#intersex #bg3

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I recently held a word-puzzle contest, and the prize was the chance to ask my therapist one question. @captious-solarian won, and asked

Dear Therapist: You're having a lot of social-ish interactions with your patients outside the bounds of normal therapy. Why do you do this and how do you address ethical concerns with it?

I gave her the question, and her answer is transcribed below the "keep reading". I feel like she's answering a slightly different question than what you intended, but, oh well, you asked, she answered, you get what you get and you don't get upset.

Thank you for the question, captious-solarian. I have been a therapist for over thirty years—actually that's not true, I've been working in the field for over thirty years, and I've been a therapist for over twenty years. The rules of ethics are there to protect clients from the power differential that exists between a therapist and a client. The work that I do is mostly with folks on the Asperger's and autism spectrum, and for them, in order for them to be able to learn skills and adapt to society the way it is, I have found it to be most effective to do that work in the community. Sometimes that involves social interaction that is not typical of therapy. If you would like I'd be happy to send you a copy of the ethical rules for counselors [Editor's note: This document, I believe] and there is nothing ethically wrong with that. When I do social interactions with my clients, I am not inviting them over to hang out with me and be my friend. That would be a dual relationship. I am not engaging in dual relationships, I am engaging in activities that are specifically for the betterment of my clients, and I've found that these strategies and techniques work very effectively. If my client doesn't feel comfortable with these techniques and strategies, they absolutely do not need to participate in them, and I always offer the options for them to just sit in my office and talk.

However, for many of the clients that I work with, sitting in the office and talking is what they've been doing with therapists for their entire lives. For some people that I see who are in their forties, they've been going to therapy — traditional therapy, that abides by the traditional methods — for forty years, since they were diagnosed as children. And they've been stuck. I know what works. So I offer it to my clients because that's where they are, and my goal is to help scaffold them to the next step in their progress and development, wherever that may be for them. So for some of my clients, going out into the community, and engaging in social activities is more therapeutic than sitting in an office and talking. Because they have talked their brains out, and now they need to actually live.

For individuals on the spectrum, they learn social skills and how to function in our disabling society not by simply being told what to do or, technically, usually they're just told what not to do, but nobody ever tells them what to do, and, even when they do, simply being told that does not get them anywhere. They need to be shown. And they need to experience it so they can realize, hey, I actually do want to be social, it's just that nobody's ever shown me how to do it in a way that is satisfying, effective, and — it's scary because any time I try to be social, people reject me. So. What I do is to specifically address that, and I am not going beyond the ethical rules of conduct. I also know that the benefits that my clients are getting, and what their parents see as change in them is so effective that I am not worried that somebody will bring a malpractice suit against me, because, if their child, or if as an adult, they are doing better, they don't care what the technique is. They don't care what my methods are. And these methods are effective. I would be more than happy to answer any follow-up questions that you have [editor's note: lol, not unless you win another contest] and like I would be happy to send you a copy of the rules of ethics for counselors, and you can see that I am breaking any of them.

Thank you so much for your question, and I really really enjoyed being able to answer it fully, because I know that [REDACTED], whatever his screen name is, enjoys posting things that I say because they are not typical. I also know that he doesn't give any context, because he likes to freak people out. So, I very much appreciate your question, and I would be happy to speak with you further if you want to. [editor's note: again, not happening] And I can explain more or I can tell you about the way that I work. And I have been doing this, like I said, for twenty years, I have never ever had to advertise. I've never requested for a referral. And I have been full with waiting lists because of the way I do things. Nobody else does it this way. Not because they don't care, but because they don't think outside the box. And, because, maybe they don't care that much. Maybe they just see their clients as clients. I see them as human beings, and I meet them where they're at, and if where they're at is that they need to experience positive social interactions in order to want to take the next steps in their lives, then that's what I do.

My view of therapy, if you would like to look at my website [editor's note: I am not linking you to her fucking website] is that my job is not to fix anyone. My job is to meet someone where they're at, figure out where they want to go, and help them get there, or coach them to get there. Sometimes that means showing them experiences that they've never had before, or ones that have not been satisfying; sometimes that means just standing and waiting for them to be ready to go to the next step; sometimes it means giving them a little push, or a kick in the ass, if they are not ready, or if they don't think they're ready but they actually are. I actually think I'm a fantastic therapist (and I'm not just saying that to be conceited, I've just seen results over and over and over again) and parents usually think that I am some kind of miracle worker. Which I'm not. I am just somebody who treats my clients as human beings, meets them where they're at and tries to hold their hand as they're going to the next phase of their life. Once again, thank for your question, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to answer it.

#i did not expect her answer to be this long #she talked for nine fucking minutes!

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Paint it Black (13) Diagnosing

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The Titans, Batman, and Alfred sat on the couch in a circle, as Black assumed the lotus position over by the window. For once, he wasn’t singing.

“Let’s review,” Batman began. “Richard Grayson was volunteering at the Jump City hospital when he learned about Project: Duality, a rehabilitation project run by Dr. Jack White. He joined the project, and quickly found out there was much more to it than he anticipated.”

“Richard recorded a series of videos on a Slade bot that shows the condition of the environment he was kept, as well as messages for us,” Raven added.

“So you know who’s behind this?” Cyborg asked.

“I’m fairly certain. I found it shocking at first, because the pair do not get along, and are rather hostile towards each other.” Batman threw down a pair of files on the table. “This is the work of Joker and Two-Face. That much I gleaned from the final video recorded. Two-Face works in duality. When Harvey Dent had his accident that left half of his body burned, he developed a dual personality. One of order, and one of chaos. In the video, one of the men is called ‘Harv,’ no doubt short for Harvey. I believe he hired Joker to create a toxin that would cause a similar effect so that he could create an apprentice.”

“How did you know it was the Joker?” Beast Boy asked, fascinated.

“As I said earlier, I recognized the alias Jack White, but more importantly, Robin said so in the video.”

“He did?” Asked Cyborg. “I’ve watched it several times and I never—”

“In his code.”

Beast Boy thought for a moment. “But he sings Cotton-Eyed Joe and Karma Police. How does that—?”

“Joe-karma. Joe-kar. Joker.”

The team stared in awe.

“You’re good,” said Cyborg.

“I’m Batman.”

“Why were they all the way out here?” Raven asked, “You said so yourself that it didn’t make sense that they were across the country.”

“It didn’t. Not at first. But then I realized they came out here for the same reasons Robin did. 1.) Jump City has the second highest psychiatric hospitalizations in the country, right behind Gotham, and 2.) It's far away from me. I was actively looking for both of them. If this experiment was a three month long ordeal, they needed somewhere they wouldn’t be interrupted.”

“Somewhere where they wouldn’t be on anyone’s radar,” Raven frowned.

“Well, let’s find them and beat them up!” Said Beast Boy, punching his palm, an action he had picked up from Robin.

“I’d love to, but we still need to focus on Robin. I have an idea, but it may take a while to work. Joker’s venom is never the same concoction twice, but he does use similar components. These, I’m familiar with. I may be able to synthesize an antidote for the toxin, but I have to have a clean blood sample. No opioids, no sedatives, just the toxin.”

“But…won’t that…?” Cyborg began to ask, remembering the trickle of dark fluid Robin coughed up.

“It’s not ideal, no,” Batman agreed. “And I don’t know if we can truly get a clean sample with how long Oxycodone stays in the blood. But we need to try.”

“So,” Beast Boy began, optimistic, “if we give him this antidote, Robin will be back?”

“Yes and no. The opiates stabilize whatever concoction the Joker made which suppresses Robin’s Ego. The result is this persona that was created out of trauma. I clearly see a lot of age regression in him as well, so it’s compounded on the childhood trauma he had. If we cure the toxin, we’ll probably see Robin a lot more, but there’s no guarantee he won’t just switch into Black at a moment’s notice.”

“How do we fix that?” Raven asked.

“We convince him that being Robin is ideal and that Black is the part he should suppress. Besides that…we might not be able to fix him completely.” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and folding his hands under his chin. “Are you all going to be able to handle that?”

“Whatever it takes,” Starfire said. “I am prepared.”

“Ditto,” said Beast Boy. “I can handle the occasional crazy Robin.”

“I’m in,” said Cyborg. “He was always a little crazy.”

“Let’s do it,” said Raven.

“Where shall we start, Sir?”

“First,” Batman smirked. “We need to wear him out.” He turned to the corner. “Hey Black!”

"Yes Sir Hops A lot!" Black saluted.

"Would you join us for a workout this afternoon?”

"Psh, do bears ride motorcycles?"

There was a long pause before Starfire whispered. "Do they?"

—-

Out on their course on the beach, Batman prepared a set of skill tests to measure Black's abilities. He was curious to see what the dynamic change was, if there was at all. Cyborg supplied him with the most recent charts Robin had filled out.

Black came out, his hair slicked back from hair gel, sunglasses, and Robin's work out pants. His many scars were visible on his torso, despite the red beater he wore. He could care less though. Walking through the doors, he walked with a slouched posture and exaggerated shoulder movement. “Awright,” he spoke with a terrible, thick Jersey accent. “Who’s ass am I kickin’? Where’s the gabagool?”

Batman narrowed his eyes as he observed the scars. Once Black was tired, he’d try to get a better medical assessment. For now, he wanted to see how Robin was recovering from his ordeal, and if he could go back into the field.

“What is a gabagool?” Starfire asked him, indulging his stupidity.

“What? You don’t know gabagool? That’s a load of gaaawbage!”

Batman didn’t look back up from his charts. “Gotham is in New Jersey, and many people there have that accent.” Then he tacked on, “Gabagool is a type of deli meat, like capicola.”

“I did not think Black ate processed meat?”

“It’s just a fun word to say.”

“Gabagool…gabagoooool,” Beast Boy chuckled in the corner.

“Alright, children." Batman said, louder. "Let's get started. Black, front and center."

The delusional boy skipped up and stood rim rod straight, his hand in an 'L' shape on his forehead.

"I want to see what you're capable of, so we have some tests to run. Cyborg, if you please..."

Cyborg spoke up from the control panel. "We'll start you out on our obstacle course. Starfire will do it first to show how it's done." Then he called over to her. "Remember Star, no flying!"

"Comprehended!" She called back.

A red light by Cyborg told her to get into position. Yellow, she crouched. Green, she was gone.

Black watched in admiration as she slipped through the obstacles, no problem. Lasers grazed past her hair, sharp claws swiped and missed her skin. At the end, she landed perfectly and elegantly on her toes, not a hair out of place.

"How did I do?" She asked Cyborg.

"Almost matched your best time, by two seconds."

She snapped her fingers. "Flortoga!"

“Alright Black, it’s your turn.”

The boy scratched his chin, then while keeping in his Jersey character, he asked "Do I gotta do it like that?”

Batman considered. "No...I guess you can do it anyway you want."

"Great!" He happily tottered over to the starting point.

"You ready?" Cyborg called.

"Whenever you are, you delicious chocolate man!"

Giggling came from the rest of the Titans as Cyborg shook his head and reset the test. “He’s not sane, Cyborg. He doesn’t know any better.”

"BumbumbumbumbumBUM. BUM. BUM. BUM. BUM." Black started singing.

The green light signaled and Black started. Right from the start, he started showing a hidden cleverness and intelligence. He took a separate route, still through the course, but the less dangerous way. Each move he made was calculated, and didn’t waste any energy. There was little running, mostly acrobatics to get big air from spot to spot. Lasers were guided so they aimed at him, but he moved so that he not only avoided them, but they took out each other. Then he surprised everyone as he sang while he moved. "The sun is shining in the sky, There ain't a cloud in sight. It's stopped raining, everybody's in the play and don't you know it's a beautiful new day?” He even threw in a few dance moves.

Batman frowned, though not in disappointment. “Interesting song choice.”

“Mr. Blue Sky?” Beast Boy asked. “It’s a classic, and a personal fav. What’s so interesting about it?”

“It doesn’t fit his theme.”

“You mean the Radiohead theme? I think that was Robin’s doing. I think this is just Black goofing around.”

“Perhaps.”

“Running down the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly in the city, on the streets where once was pity, Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.” Black took an unnecessary risk by leaping sideways and cartwheeled through the air. He was almost nicked with a blade, but managed to twist himself out of the way at the last second.

Batman scowled harder. “It’s a routine.”

“I have never seen him perform such a routine,” said Starfire. “It is not in our battle plans.”

“It’s not a training routine,” he clarified. “It’s…it’s an acrobatics routine.”

“I do not understand,” Starfire apologized.

“I don’t get it either,” said Beast Boy. “Was Robin really into gymnastics or something?”

Batman huffed, not thrilled that he had to divulge such things. “I’ll tell you later. All of you. It’s…not a short topic.”

“Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long. Where did we go wrong?”

The team watched in fascination as Black seemed to bend the rules of physics to weave through this course. And he did it effortlessly.

Like he had done it a hundred times before.

“Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race. A celebration, Mr. Blue Sky's up there waiting and today is the day we've waited for!”

He came to the end, landing like a gymnast would dismount, up on his toes with his arms up. Then he lost all feigned composure. "Whoo! Didja see that, son?! Bang! Pow! Whoosh! Zing!" He laughed wildly to himself as he ran to Batman, grabbed his hands and danced around. "I did it! I did it! Are you proud of me, Bunny Man?”

“Unhand me," Batman spoke stoically.

"What's next huh? Huh!? Huh?! Uh-huh?! Huh!"

Batman placed a heavy hand on his head, to still him. "Calm your tits, kid." He looked over his chart, his mouth ticking to the side. "Matched Robin’s best time."

“Yay! I'm a match! Just rub my butt, and I'm on fire!"

Batman narrowed his eyes as he stared at his old partner, his adopted son, this insane stranger.

He was completely unrecognizable.

They spent the day out there. Every variation of the course they could conceive, they made Black run it. Any information they left over from Robin’s charts, they compared with Black.

He either matched them, or squeaked just beyond.

“I’m impressed,” Cyborg admitted, looking over Batman’s shoulder.

“I’m not,” said Batman. “Training courses are good and helpful, but I would like to see him in a fight, hopped up on adrenaline.”

“I have some footage of him during the few fights we saw him in.”

Batman handed the clipboard over. “Actually, I think I’d like to see it in person.” He stood in the middle of the brawl ring. “Black!”

“Aye aye Captain!”

“I’d like to brawl with you. No holds barred. Give it your all.”

“Are you sure?” Beast Boy asked.

Batman gave him a flat look.

“Fair enough.”

“You wanna wrassle?” Black beamed. “Let’s tussle!” He ran into the ring, getting into a fighting stance.

Batman didn’t wait for a countdown or anything, but lunged forward to throw a punch.

Black easily dodged, and launched an attack of his own, throwing a jab to the side that Batman left open.

Batman grabbed his wrist and attempted to twist it backwards, but Black did a standing backflip to go with the twist, then spun on his heel and nearly kicked Batman in the face.

“Wow Bunny Man! You’ve got the groove!”

Batman didn’t say anything, just attempted to kick Black in the ribs.

Black blocked the kick with his arm, then trapped his leg against his body. He smiled widely at Batman before punching Batman in the thigh with the side of his fist.

Batman cried out as a searing pain dug into his leg. He reached forward and grabbed Black by the face, and shoved him away.

Blood was trickling down his thigh. “Who gave you a knife?” Batman snarled.

“I’m a man of many secrets,” Black grinned again. Then his smile faded as he saw the rage on Bat’s face. “You said no holds barred. I thought I was allowed to stab you.”

“You wanna play dirty?” He growled.

Black’s eyes flashed in delight as he darted towards Batman, ready to strike again, but Batman simply grabbed the front of his shirt, turned, and used the momentum to guide Black over and onto the ground.

Batman reeled up to punch him, but Black somersaulted backwards, getting to his feet, before leaning back and nailing Batman in the jaw with his foot. He twisted, landing on his other foot, and then kicked Bat’s in the face again.

While Batman reeled backwards, Black darted forward and attempted to jab him in the stomach.

The fight would have taken a horrible turn if Batman hadn’t grabbed his wrist at the last second.

Black had the knife again, and almost stabbed his father in the stomach.

“We’re done,” Batman stated sternly.

The smile on Black’s face was malicious and sinister. “What’s wrong, old man? Don’t like losing?”

With the grip Batman had on his wrist, it took no effort to lock it and throw it out of joint.

Black swore a tirade of foul curses against him, his family, and friends.

“Not so fun being in pain, is it?” Batman hoisted him to his feet.

Black’s anger dissolved into tears, as he started throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

Batman just shook his head.

Cyborg picked Black up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Back to the med bay with you.”

Black attempted to hug Cyborg around the waist as he was carried away.

Starfire sidled up to Batman and lifted him around the shoulders. “Pardon me if I am assuming too much, but you are injured. There should be no reason for you to walk on your injured leg.”

Batman didn’t argue. He couldn’t afford an injury right now, and Starfire carrying him would prevent it from getting worse. “Thank you, Starfire.”

She smiled at him and rushed after Cyborg.

—-

In the med bay, Alfred got to work patching Batman up while Raven and Cyborg put Black’s arm back into place.

“Of all the times you’ve been stabbed, I did not think Master Dick would be one of them.”

“Makes me wonder how many criminals he has stabbed,” Batman winced as another suture went in the wound.

“Johnny Rancid got it in the leg too,” said Beast Boy. “Made him lose control of his bike and crash into a wall.”

“Jesus.”

Black laid back on the bed, his arm in a sling while Raven did her best to knit the muscles back into place. He pouted as he stared at Batman. “You cheated,” he grumbled.

“I cheated?” Batman frowned back.

“You called the fight off, and then you dislocated my arm. That was cheating!”

Batman shifted his jaw and then answered, shortly, “fine. I cheated.”

Alfred finished up, and gave him some Tylenol.

Black perked up. “Can I have some of those?”

“No.”

He pouted again. “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Batman simply took a sucker out of his belt and tossed it to him. That shut Black right up.

“You don’t argue with him,” Cyborg noted. “Why are you indulging him?”

“Not indulging,” Batman insisted. “Compromising. I’ve worked with the insane for 20 plus years, and I always have better results if I compromise on the small things. Especially if they aren’t committing a crime. I’ve gotten Mr. Freeze to stay complacent in Arkham because I have Wayne Enterprises working on a cure for his sick wife, with his input. Poison Ivy gets rare and exotic plants for her cell that she couldn’t get anywhere else if she behaves. And Robin decides to trust whatever I tell him to do because I ‘get’ him.”

Black scooted back on the bed to lay down. The exercising worked, and he was tired.

“So what next?” Asked Cyborg.

“Now, we wait. He hasn’t had any opioids since last night, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then we keep him hydrated and wait until they move out of his system.”

“How long will that take?” Asked Beast Boy.

“Probably another day at least. We’ll just have to keep an eye on him. No matter how much he whines, we can’t give him anything.”

Black ‘hrmph’ed from his place on the bed.

“Alfred, why don’t you make these kids some food? In the meantime, I’m going downtown to conduct my own investigation.” Without so much as a ‘goodbye’ he turned and left.

Once he was gone, Black let out a long whimper and pouted. “Mr. Bunnyman is mad at me…”

“Well, you stabbed him, what did you expect would happen?” Beast Boy snipped.

Black started sniveling. “He told me to fight hard! I thought it was okay!”

“It’s never okay to stab someone,” Raven told him, bewildered that she even had to. “Where did you put that knife?”

He put his finger to his lips. “Izza secret.”

“Hand it over,” she said sternly. “You don’t want me to find it on my own.”

He blew her a raspberry and took the knife out of his pocket. “Fine, Mrs. Killjoy.”

“It is for your safety, Black,” Starfire insisted.

Black started bobbing his head, grooving, one might say, then sang, “You got some nerve, coming here.”

“And we lost him again,” Cyborg rolled his eyes.

“You got some nerve coming here. You stole it all, give it back.”

Raven ignored him and stowed the knife. “Let’s all move to the ops room and help Alfred with dinner.”

“You stole it all, give it back,” Black sang.

“Uh…I don’t think Robin liked that you took his knife.” Beast Boy pointed out.

“Well,” Raven poked Black in the chest. “Robin can get over it. If he cares about our safety, he’s not going to let Black have a knife.” She huffed, then looked at Starfire. “Keep an eye on him, would you? When he decides he wants to join us, he can.”

She went to the hall, with a bit more anger in her step than she intended.

Black’s voice followed her.“Good morning, Mrs. Magpie. How are we today? Now you've stolen all the magic. You turn your back, walk away.”

#teen titans #animated tt #fanfiction #dick grayson #koriand'r #batman #robin #starfire #paint it black

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