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coolandspicy · 1 year
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In this most sacred of democratic rites I ask you to look within your heart and ask yourself the simple question: who is the best catboy? I will do my best to provide a fair and balanced description of each boy’s qualifications in their individual matches but ultimately the decision must come down to your steadfast judgement. I heartily thank you for participating in civic duty.
1 vote = 1 head pat
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Round 1
Ichimatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu San) VS Catboy (PJ Masks)
Cecil Aijima (Uta no Prince) VS Zacharie (OFF)
Kuro (Servamp) VS Raymond (Animal Crossing)
Sunny (Omori) VS Miya Chinen (SK8 the Infinity)
Ikuto Tsukiyomi (Shugo Chara) VS Natsume Hyuuga (Gakuen Alice)
Niko (One Shot) VS Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)
Kyo Souma (Fruits Basket) VS Ryoma Hoshi (Danganronpa V3)
Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug) VS Nico the Catboy (Adventure Time)
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zvaigzdelasas · 1 year
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Representative democracy *can only* express a particular "People's Will" insofar as said Will isnt contradicted by a counteracting Will *of comparable magnitude* of a different People with *equal (or greater) legitimacy* in the democratic abstraction process.
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jesuis-snips · 1 year
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girl help! the dictator won the elections in my country.
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Good morning! I try to not be too political on here, but it is midterm election day here in the US, so if you are a US resident of voting age and you are registered to vote, I encourage you to do so! Voting is our democratic right, and with the country backsliding into more conservative territory, I encourage you to exercise your democracy and get out and vote!
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omegamoo · 9 months
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found some of my essays from a world history class i took... you know the essays you spend two nights prepping and panicking for and then scramble to write during the bell period... well i found one about the universal nature of war in response to a class project and What the Fuck was I On when writing that. What The Fuck
#THATS WHY I SCORED ABOVE AN 100% IN THAT CLASS. OKAY#I UNDERSTAND NOW#ramblings#this started because i found my class notebook. which i took very good notes in#so i was like oh lets see whats going on here and then my brain exploded#i love history classes so much im so serious#ive also super lucked out in terms of teachers both this year and last year. and the year before truly#but my brain just goes WHAHAH at info like this. i love looking at the world and Figuring It Out. also like. its a humanitites story yk#my teachers are always very good at showing that aspect too. asking you questions that make you think about it all.#anyways i was looking up illiberal democracy definition bc it got tossed around in class a while back and like Ohkay. i understand#referring to jan 6th as jan 6th and like having the understanding that that Date alone means something symbolic and important. lack of a#smooth transition into power. yk#specifically thinking about the universal nature of war response cuz like. yeah. its universal#histroy repeats itself blah blah but also the people living are intrinsically linked by circumstances that don't seem like they have any#affect on each other but they invoke such a similar feeling#also i ended that essay by tying in the idea of hope like seriously how did i do that#what on earth was i on. i hope i made my teacher's brain explode#i did get an 100 on that essay and a proud comment too i think so it was worth it all#annnnd nobody will ever see these tags. good
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torchickentacos · 1 year
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Also. Apparently I think I take submissions for Harley's Ass Friday now. Someone sent me a WONDERFUL haf so I guess this is a submission thing I do now. send me your hafs and I'll schedule them!
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opha · 28 days
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has anyone noticed the religious side of tumblr getting increasingly weird and regressive since the porn ban? i know a lot of us had an eye on the evangelical xtian explosion here, but i now see a pretty uniform resurgence of the sentiment that you can't vocally hate/disrespect/even disbelieve a religion for any reason, sometimes extending to the point of thoughtcrime-ifying privately held convictions, even among leftists
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thesocialgremlin · 2 months
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I've been meaning to sit and write a proper post for a while. I am so exhausted with life. I'm so tired of being alive in this era. Why should I have to earn a living when I'm alive? Why am I slaving my life, my body, my hopes, my dreams, my relationships, everything and anything that ever mattered to me. Why indeed?
My dad slaved away, but at least he could sustain his wife and three kids. Meanwhile, most people my age have to put in the same effort, just so they can afford a roof to starve under. And why? All so some rich asshole can have more money than they can even conceive?
Since Covid "ended", the cost of life skyrocketed. I've been working in the retail industry, different places since then. Retail prices used to be cost plus 30, 35%. Now, it's cost plus 40, 50, 80% on lower priced items. And why?
I can assure the wages haven't changed. What has changed is record breaking numbers every fucking quarters. Management going off on extravagant meetings outside of this forsaken country. I'm trying so hard to survive, to get by, working for these people who waste wealth when their people desperately need it.
I'm so over it, my hands are shaking as I type. They could have their fancy meeting in a fancy hotel in the city. Instead, they flaunt hundreds of thousands to get their ass down South while leaving the baseline staff to handle affairs.
Mind you, affairs seem to run hella smoother without management than it would if even one or two of the baseline stepped out for a day.
We don't need them to do our job, but they need us to make their money. They tell us it's like a family, and they treat us like it; work hard, go above and beyond, all day, every day. Do it all, we'll give you a pat on the back. A freebie you never asked for to make you feel better. Anything but pay you and treat you with human dignity and respect. The same dignity and respect we DESERVE because we are ALIVE and we are PEOPLE.
The world is broken.
I never wished for anything extravagant; If I were living on my terms, I'd happily live in a small shack, working part time in a cafe, dedicating myself to all the writing and reading and researching and adventuring my soul craves.
Instead, I'm caught grinding my soul away. My life beating to the rhythm of a business shamelessly exploiting me. My hopes and dreams to live my own life wither as my government choses to wage war on vulnerable children instead of fixing any real problems.
All I wanted was to live a peaceful life and make art. I had no agenda but to live my life. Now, I have to fight for the life stolen from me, so the next generation may yet see a better world.
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trauersinfonie · 4 months
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i want to draw mygo fanart but some thing about it is a little daunting. so I probably won’t. but raana just know i Support you. from a far distance
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I don't think I can say this with enough emphasis--if you are not Jewish, you don't get to decide what is and is not antisemitic.
There's no ambiguity here. Zero. I am sick and tired of being lectured at by goyim about how, 'oh, ackhtually, your explanation of how my words are antisemitic is off! You're trying to stop the discussion by being inflammatory!'
Or to be told that I am cheapening the term antisemitism, and that people used to react to it before October 7th, but now they're numb to it, which is just what happens you start using serious accusations for political means!
It's... genuinely astonishing to me. I'm consistently amazed by the arrogance, audacity, and disrespect it takes for you guys to lecture Jews on what antisemitism is.
Have any of you goyim experienced antisemitism firsthand? Is it your people who's experienced antisemitism for 3000 years? Is it you who has family members rescued by Schindler? Was it your ancestors who fled from constant, unending pogroms in with nothing but the clothes on their backs? Have you ever had someone tell lies to your friend about you sexually harassing people because you're a Jew? Have you ever had to sit and think whether you should mark down that you're Jewish on a job application? Have you ever felt unsafe and compelled to take off your Star of David because you've been afraid you'd be attacked? Have you ever had to worry about a professor who constantly brings up the war in class marking your assignment down because it talks about Israel being a democracy? Have you ever had the feeling of acid being splashed on your soul when you see antisemitic comments? The ice water rushing down your spine when someone is antisemitic to your face, and you feel the weight of 3 millennia of oppression bearing down on you?
No? Not you?
Then sit your ass down, and frankly, shut the fuck up.
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elbiotipo · 11 months
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I remember I once got into an argument in a forum, where I said that from my observation on how the US military is revered and treated (both parties agree in two things: keeping the neoliberal order and funding the military), there is a very, very real possibility that in the not too distant future the military might just say "fuck it" and dispense with the whole pretense or democracy, or more likely, make it a supervised """democracy""" (like the Concordancia here in Argentina, or Frondizi who had his hands tied and when he went too far he was couped)
The Usamericans* argued back with me with an argument so silly that I was baffled it was their main one: that soldiers in the US ~make an oath~ to ~defend the Constitution~ and so they wouldn't do a coup, ever.
I can't even start to tell how stupid that was but newsflash, EVERY military around the world swears an oath, and most coups happen when they, in fact, use it as an excuse to "save the nation" from some enemy. Which the US military already does all the time, under "democratic" "supervision". If tomorrow, a bunch of generals decided they don't even care about the whole democracy thing anymore, every single soldier would fall in line, because that's what soldiers do. There won't be a Hero Moment where they would realize The Error Of Their Ways and try to stop the Bad General, they will obey orders. Because that's what soldiers do.
Armies, if they exist at all, should be strictly controlled by a democratic goverment accountable to and serving the people. The US army is way beyond that, it only serves itself and someday, it will decide that it doesn't even need the whole pretense any longer. And if people don't resist now, it will be even harder when they take control.
*some of them ex-military, so they apparently really believed this
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wilwheaton · 5 months
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Here is what will be lost if Trump returns to power: every step of progress that has ever been made towards a just society, including the expansion of civil rights and human rights to all people. Additionally, what will be lost is every possibility of perfecting the Union and any hope of ever reaching the peaceful valley of justice foreseen by Martin Luther King in his prophetic vision at the edge of his patriotic martyrdom. The Trump movement is a threat to world peace and global security. It is a threat to the existence of NATO and the alliance of freedom that has been maintained under American leadership since 1945. The MAGA movement calls itself the “America First” movement, which is a perfectly apt metaphor for them to embrace. Where the original America First extremists were Hitler’s useful idiots, these America First-ers are those of Vladimir Putin. Each group disdains the US constitution and is easily manipulated by the siren song of their leader’s madness and lies. Their patriotism is hollow and cancerous. They are the scourge of Americanism because they disdain it and will destabilize the world until it starts burning again. America First was a threat in the 1930s, and it is a threat today. This threat must be effectively opposed on a constant basis with absolute ferocity and an indefatigable fighting spirit. Americans who love liberty and decency can’t give an inch to those who want to experiment with fascism and dictatorship. Make no mistake, Donald Trump is a domestic enemy and he is on the march. He is winning. He is coming. Donald Trump is the threat to democracy. President Biden is NOT.
The threat is Trump. PERIOD.
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queeranarchism · 9 months
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[the cover of A consensus handbook by Seeds for Change, featuring the title in Orange lettering followed by an color drawing of 11 people working on the maintenance of a house]
I'm going to share this as a separate post for those that missed the ask: A consensus handbook by Seeds for Change https://seedsforchange.org.uk/handbook is a free and very handy guide to how to take decisions as a group without leaders or hierarchies. I'm going to drop the chapters here to show off just how much useful stuff it has. If you work with consensus, there's almost certainly a problem in here that you recognize and wish you had some answers to!
1: Making decisions by consensus What’s wrong with the democracy we’ve got? - Why use consensus? How does consensus work? - The consensus process - Key skills and values for consensus 2: Facilitating consensus The role of meetings in group work - What is facilitation? - Facilitating a meeting – Making meetings accessible - Taking minutes 3: Facilitating consensus in large groups Meeting the conditions for consensus in large groups - Processes for large groups 4: Facilitating consensus in virtual meetings Why have virtual meetings? - The tools for the job - Challenges of facilitating virtual meetings - A consensus process for virtual meetings 5: Quick consensus decision making Preparing for quick consensus - How it works 6: Facilitation techniques and activities Starting the meeting - Regulating the flow of the meeting - Encouraging involvement - Techniques for problem solving and tackling difficult issues - Prioritisation techniques - Activities for re-energising - Evaluating meetings 7: Troubleshooting in your meetings Our meetings take a long time - Time pressure - Our meetings lack focus - Our group is large and we don’t enjoy meetings - We’re stuck and can’t reach a decision - Too many ideas - ‘Steamroller’ proposals - How can we deal with disruptive behaviour? - What to do when someone blocks - Our group is biased towards the status quo 8: Bridging the gap between theory and practice Conflict and consensus - The life cycle of a conflict - Ways of dealing with conflict - Techniques for inviting collaboration Power dynamics - Step one: What are our feelings about power dynamics? - Step two: Diagnosis – what is actually going on - in your group? - Step three: Where do your power imbalances come from? - Step four: Work out some ways to change your power dynamics Other common issues - External pressures - Open groups with changing membership - What if you’re the only person who wants the group to change? 9: Consensus in wider society So how might it work? - Challenges, questions and tensions - How do we get there? - A final thought
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kyliaquilor · 2 years
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Yes, let’s use the French Revolution as a model. Because that famously ended up with freedom and justice for everyone. That famously didn’t implode under the weight of a thousand heads, end up in the hands of an even more corrupt little fake republic, then come into a militarized autocracy and then full circle back to a monarchy with power concentrated in a tiny class of super wealthy elites.
Yes, yes, the French Revolution was totally effective. 
Yuuuuuup.
No ways this could go wrong.
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papipedroo · 5 months
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Traitor (Joel Miller x Reader)
Part Four of Whiskey Tears
Rated: Angst | Violence | Fluff | Suggestive | Age Gap | Assault | Drugging | Language
Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…
You found yourself sitting at Maria and Tommy’s kitchen table the next morning. Your shirt pulled up as Maria looked at the bruise forming on your side. You were grateful to them letting you stay in their guest room last night and most certainly for the next couple of days.
“So explain to me again how you got a giant sized bruise on your side.” Maria asked as she assessed the damage that had been done.
Your gaze fluttered to your hands as if I was being asked by my own mom, “I tried to kill Heather.” I mumbled.
Maria looked up from the wound, “You tried to kill Heather.” She repeated, “But why?”
“She threatened Ellie and so I tried to kill her.” You didn’t think it was that bad.
Maria sighed, “Sweetheart. That’s not how we deal with issues here.”
“I’m sorry…” You frowned apologetically, “Not for trying to kill her, but not being civilized about it.”
“Well that’s a start I guess.” Maria placed an ice pack on your bruise, “Thankfully nothing is broken. Did she do this to you?”
“No.” Your throat tightened as you answered, “Joel did.”
“He what?” Maria’s eyes widened, “He did this to you?”
“Joel did what?” Tommy stepped in the kitchen. He made his way to the fruit bowl, grabbing an apple.
“He… He pulled me off of her. I don’t think he meant to hurt me. I just…” Your sigh felt like a heaviness settling on your chest, “He didn’t realized his strength when he shoved me.” At least you hoped he didn’t…
“I’m going to kill him.” Maria seethed as he hand tightened into a fist.
You raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m sorry you can kill Joel, but I can’t kill Heather? Where is the democracy in that?”
“Oh hush.” Maria wanted to nudge you like she usually did, but held back given your current state, “I just don’t understand why he’s being this way.”
The two of you were both talking that you didn’t see Tommy leave, only when you heard the door slam did the both of you go silent.
“You don’t think he’s going over there do you?” Your voice trailed off as your mind ran through all of the possibilities that could happen between the two brothers.
Maria shook her head, “They’re Millers. A punch, a couple of words, and then they’re good. It’s what they do. Maybe Tommy can knock some sense into his brother.”
“She said something to him… Don’t abandon me.” You muttered as you mulled over the events of last night, “It looked like those words really got to him and I just have this unwarranted feeling that she’s manipulating him. Like she’s tightening her grip around what he cares about most which is saving the people he can save.”
“But why would she manipulate him?” Maria’s brows furrowed, “For what reason?”
“I don’t know.” You shook your head before looking at her, “But I refuse to let her tear apart my family. You should have seen her last night Maria. She knew what to say to get under my skin and it worked. Joel took her side.” You looked out the window to see the sun rising slowly, “Again…”
“I’m telling Mikel that you can’t go on patrol today.” Maria muttered as she cleaned up the table.
You gave her a stubborn look, “But it’s my turn to go on patrol, I’m not going to let this keep me from my job. I need to protect this place too.”
“What? You can’t go like this.” Maria countered with a look that only a mother could give.
You gave her a smile as you placed the wrapped ice on the table.
“I’ve traveled the road far worse than this. I can do it, trust me.” You stood up, ignoring the dull ache.
You were grateful that it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You were also grateful for the chance to be out of Joel’s sight today.
“See you! Oh and tell Ellie for me that we are having a snowball fight as soon as I get back.” I waved at her goodbye before greeting the chilled morning weather.
It was warmer than yesterday, that was for sure… You thought as you made your way to the stables to meet Mikel.
“I wonder if Ellie is going to wear her jacket today.” You muttered with a motherly tone, “She better be.”
The morning light greeted the home, but it felt anything but comforting. Not with one person of the family missing.
“Miller.” Ellie greeted her dad as she sipped on her orange juice.
It was the orange juice that her mom spent the other day making. It made all the more reason for Ellie to glare at the old man who looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night.
“You callin me Miller now?” Joel huffed as he grabbed himself a coffee mug.
“Yep. Because until my mom comes back, you Miller are nothing, but a stranger to me.” Ellie huffed.
Joel gave her his famous unimpressed look before pouring himself a cup of coffee.
He tried to think of the best way to explain what happened last night. How he reached the top of the stairs and found his firefly trying to kill someone in their home. How he just didn’t want anyone else to die. How he couldn’t understand why she hated Heather so much… Before he could say anything to Ellie, there was a banging at his door.
“Joel!” His brother’s voice carried through the wooden door, “You better get your ass out here right now before I kick this door in!”
“Jesus.” Joel shook and set his coffee down.
Of course he couldn’t have a quiet morning to think about how he would apologize to his firefly and talk about what happened.
His boots thudded against the floor as he made his way to the front door. Another bang from Tommy made his jaw clench.
“What is so important—” He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before Tommy was swinging at him. Joel’s eyes widened as he leaned out of the way and grabbed onto his brother’s wrist.
“Jesus Tommy, what the fuck?” Joel grumbled in disbelief.
“You’re an idiot Joel.” Tommy huffed as he yanked his arm to free his wrist, but to no avail.
“I conquer.” Ellie spoke from the kitchen entrance, her orange juice in hand. M
Joel rolled his eyes as he let go of Tommy’s wrist before he turned his attention towards Ellie. He nodded his head towards the direction of the stairs, “Go get ready.”
She groaned, but listened to him nonetheless as she clambered up the stairs.
“You hurt her.” Tommy stated, his tone was more even after his short burst of anger.
Joel gave him a look that soon turned into defeat as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair.
“I know I shouldn’t have kicked her out, but they were going to kill each other Tom. I wasn’t exactly thinkin clearly at that moment.” Joel explained.
“No.” Tommy shook his head as he shoved his brother’s shoulder, “You. Hurt. Her.”
“What do you mean?” Joel pressed.
Tommy continued as the weight of his words settled in to Joel’s heart, “I walked down the stairs this morning to find my wife tending to your girl with a massive bruise on her side.”
Now it was Joel’s turn to look guilty as he finally realized what he had done. Accident or not he hurt her… Joel looked at Tommy with worry, “A bruise?”
“She said you shoved her.” Tommy elaborated.
His words held a darker tone, one that Joel rarely saw in his brother except for the time back in the day when Tommy would call wasted from a jail cell. This was different though because it wasn’t Tommy bashing someone’s head against a bar… No… This was Joel’s fault and Joel would get eaten by a clicker before he would deny that.
The pieces came back together quickly. Joel vaguely remembered last night, but he knew that he pulled her off of Heather to try to break up their fight. He just didn’t realize how much strength he had used.
“Shit.” Joel seethed.
“Yeah.” Tommy agreed, “Just you wait until you see Maria. She’s pissed at you.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt her Tommy. I would never… I didn’t mean to.” Joel ran a hand through his hair again, this time with anxiety and guilt rushing through him, “Is she okay?”
“It’s a big bruise.” Tommy’s gaze softened at his brother’s distraught state, “But there’s nothing broken. She’ll be fine in a few days.”
Joel nodded before immediately reaching for his winter jacket and shrugged it on, “I need to talk to her.”
“Can’t.” Tommy stated simply.
Joel turned to his brother with furrowed brows, “What do ya mean I can’t?” He muttered.
“It’s her route today and knowing that girl she convinced Maria that she could go.” Tommy looked up at the where the sun was, “You can try, but I’m not sure they’ll be there.” Tommy explained, his arms crossed as he watched the way his brother’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I’ll take my chances.” Joel grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.
“If she ain’t there then can grovel to her when she gets back.” Tommy proposed, “Hopefully then she’ll be less likely to stab you.” Tommy joked as he turned and walked down the steps.
Joel carried on walking when he heard his brother call out to him.
“Word of advice brother. Get your shit together and kick Heather out before you loose your firefly for good. There’s no use in protecting someone else when you end up loosing someone you care more about.”
“Where is he going?” Heather made her way out of the door.
“To get his girl back.” Tommy looked to Heather, “Look I don’t know the full extent of what’s going on, but I heard enough to know that you should stay out of their business.”
“He is my business.” She said defiantly.
Tommy’s eyes narrowed, “No. He’s her business. They’ve been together a lot longer than you’ve been stayin here.”
“Tell me.” She looked Tommy in the eyes, her voice still as sweet as ever, but her gaze held something different, “Right now. If he were to choose between her and me. Who would it be?”
“I suggest taking that offer Tris gave you and move out…” Tommy said all that she needed to hear, “If you’re as nice as you seem then you can provide this act of kindness.”
“Today preferably.” Ellie muttered as she pushed passed Heather and walked towards Tommy.
“Yeah.” Heather muttered before she walked back inside and slammed the door shut.
“I am not spending the day with her.” Ellie began to walk, “Come on, I’m hungry and if you’re here then I know that Maria is the one making breakfast.”
Tommy chuckled before following after the girl.
You were trudging through the snow, seeing the barn on a few steps from you. Mikel stood by two saddled horses, his dirty blonde hair was covered by a tan cowboy hat, weathered by age and sun.
“Morning.” Mikel waved at you, his accent thick.
You remember asking him the first time you both went out on patrol together. He told you his parents were from Romania before they settled here in America.
“You look rough. You doing okay?” Mikel watched how my stride was slower than normal.
“Yeah. Everything’s good.” I nodded my head not wanting to get into your private business with Mikel. He was a friend of course, but you like sharing your problems with anyone outside of your family. Thankfully he didn’t push the topic.
“You found a new hat.” I commented as I reached for one of the horses’s reins, “Hope you didn’t wait too long.”
“John gave this to me. Pretty cool don’t you think?” He tipped his hat before getting on his horse, “And no. Not long. I just came out when you showed up.” Mikel handed you a rifle.
“Thanks.” You said and went to check the barrel to make sure it was loaded.
“You don’t have to. John said he loaded it.” Mikel said.
You smiled at him, “Sorry, it’s a force of habit from Joel. I can’t help it.” You looked back down again to check the gun until you heard his voice.
Speak his name and he shall appear.
“Firefly.” He called out to you.
It made you look up, forgetting about the gun as Joel engulfed you in his strong arms.
“Joel—”
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Jesus. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promised I would never hurt you and I did last night.” Joel curled his fingers into your hair as he breathed in your scent, “Don’t go today sweetheart, I’ll go. Just please stay with Ellie.”
You pushed back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, “No.” You stated firmly as you carefully pushed him away even if you were ripping your heart out of your chest, “I need time away from you right now and waiting worriedly for you to come home safe won’t help that.”
“You’re the one who hurt her? I should’ve know it was you.” Mikel stepped up beside you, “Why don’t you leave her alone old man.”
Joel’s fist clench as he clocked in on the young man with a hard glare, “What did you just say?” The word barely got out, sounding more like a muffled growl.
“You heard me.” Mikel pushed Joel’s shoulder, “She deserves better than you. Someone who can protect her.”
Joel didn’t try to fight back, of course he didn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you by pummeling the young guys face in. No he stood like a force that couldn’t be moved and let Mikel shove him as if he were some tough guy when in reality, Mikel’s shove didn’t even make Joel stumble.
Joel’s glare hardened, “I know she does, but I don’t think you’re the one to decide what she wants.”
“Mikel stop.” You placed a hand on his arm and pulled him back, but he slipped from your grasp heading straight to Joel.
“Oh, but I think she’ll let me with the cute little obedient thing that she is. After all she lets you run all over her does she not?” Mikel whispered so lowly in Joel’s face that you couldn’t hear what he was saying, “It will be easy to get her to behave once she’s mine.”
He took back everything he just said. He could pummel this guys face in. Joel’s fist connected with Mikel’s jaw within the two seconds it took for Mikel to smirk. That smirk however was wiped clean off his face as he fell harshly into the snow.
“Fuck!” Mikel cried out as he clutched his jaw from the seething pain.
“Joel!” You gasped at the sight, unsure of whether to be angry or appalled. You decided that both reactions would do.
“I’m sorry.” Joel apologized to you and only you for having to see that. He didn’t apologize to Mikel who clutched his jaw in pain. He hoped that he would feel that punch for weeks, maybe even have a fracture in his jaw… But Joel could only hope.
“I can’t believe you right now!” You cried out absolutely frustrated over the entire morning. Joel’s eyes widened as you stepped towards him and shoved him back. He couldn’t be angry with you though. You didn’t know what Mikel said. He just let you try to push him, “You’re the one who did all of this. You have no right to be angry!” You yelled at him before turning around.
You reached down to help Mikel up, “Are you good to go on patrol?” You asked him as you looked at the bruise already forming on his jaw. Mikel muttered a yes, a glare directed towards Joel.
“Go get on your horse and we’ll head out.” You told Mikel who walked over to his horse without complaint, being sure to hide the smirk growing on his face.
“Don’t go.” Joel’s focus was solely on you, his hand reaching out as if he wanted to take your hand, but held back, “He—”
“I don’t care what he said or what you just did Joel. Go home.” You glared at him.
“I don’t like him around you.” He pressed, his glare zoning in on Mikel.
“Well tough luck Joel. You don’t get to go around being jealous over the fact that Mikel’s my friend after all the shit you’ve done to me with Heather.” I spat out her name like it was venom, “Go home Joel. I don’t want to see you for a while.”
His face fell, “You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t know what I mean right now.” Your gaze flickered to the ground, “Please.”
Joel sighed, his shoulders tense and angry at himself for being unable to convince you to stay, “Fine.” He agreed gruffly, “As long as I know you’re coming back tonight.”
“Why should I come back?” You muttered.
“For Ellie.” He knew it was a low blow, but he didn’t want you to leave them.
“You’ve pushed me away for months Joel. What do you want me to do?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the anxiousness that you felt.
“I know.” Joel nodded numbly, “I just… Fuck.” He sighed, “I don’t want anyone else dying on my hands.”
“People die Joel.” You explained as you stepped back, “It’s choosing who you love more. Her or me. And to be honest… I don’t think I’ll like the answer you give me.” You turned away from him and mounted your horse.
“You.” He said when the only thing left of you was your horses hoof prints in the snow, “Always.”
It was an awkward first thirty minute ride for you and Mikel. The two of you kept to yourselves and welcomed the timid silence.
“Is he always like that?” Mikel muttered.
“Not always… It’s been…” You sighed as you adjusted the gun on your shoulder, “Is your jaw okay? He’s got a pretty strong right hook. I’m surprised you’re still conscious.”
He shook his head with a breathy laugh, “I’m tougher than I look. What do you even see in someone as broken as him?” He wondered as he looked at you.
That question caught you off guard and it took you a moment to answer, but you knew the truth. It lied deeply in your bones, an echo of your heart.
“Everything.” You looked up to the sky, “The good, the bad, the broken, I see everything…”
“I could treat you better you know.” Mikel fixed his hat, “If you gave me a chance. I think we would be good together.”
You breathed out a laugh, “Oh really now?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
He dipped his head towards you and put on his best Texan accent, “You bet darlin.”
The two of you broke into laughter.
“We’ve gotten along well for months have we not? If you give me a chance I can show you how you should be loved.” He continued, a hopeful look in his blue eyes.
“Thanks.” Your tone was a lot more calm than from earlier, “But I have my Joel waiting for me back home even if we are fighting.” You gave him a soft smile, “I’m glad that we are beginning to become friends though. I hope we can keep this friendship.”
“Me too…” He replied and you felt that was enough.
Maybe if you paid closer attention you would see something was off. The shadows in the trees or the hand tightening around a rifle.
“Let’s head out a bit further today.” Mikel suggested and you nodded your head.
“Alright.” You answered.
You should have paid more attention.
Joel entered the house with a heavy sigh and a deep ache in his chest. That did not go as he planned… He fucked up. He really fucked up and now he wasn’t sure if you would come back. It was like you were slipping through his fingers and he could do nothing to hold onto you.
“What did you do?” Ellie spoke up.
Surprised at the voice, Joel turned around to face Ellie who sat on the staircase behind him. Her boots were still untied, but it looked like she had been sitting there for a while.
“How long have you been sitting there?” Joel asked.
“Since I heard you groveling up the steps.” Ellie crossed her arms, “What did you do?”
Joel cringed at her words, “I… I fucked up.” Joel took a few steps towards her.
“I can see that, but how bad?” She pressed, “She is coming home isn’t she? She is right Miller?”
He grabbed onto the staircase railing to help him sit on the step, but it didn’t make crouching down any easier, “I don’t know…”
Ellie snorted, “You really are old.”
“Shut up.” Joel spat as he finally sat down beside her.
“What did you do?” Ellie asked again, “Why are you so worried she isn’t coming home?”
It was quiet for a few moments before Joel finally answered Ellie’s question, “I punched Mikel.”
“No!” Ellie gasped, “You didn’t!”
Joel nodded, “I did.”
Ellie knew that Joel didn’t act without reason, “What did he do?” She asked this time.
“He isn’t good for her.” Joel answered, not wanting to relay the words Mikel had said to him to Ellie. She would go chasing after the two and pummel Mikel to the ground.
Ellie wanted to lighten the mood and so she smirked, “Bet you were jealous.”
Joel glared at her from the corner of his eyes, “Was not.”
She started to laugh. She couldn’t help it. It must have been hilarious, “Oh you definitely were!”
Joel only grunted at her in response not wanting to continue this conversation anymore. He wondered if maybe Tommy would have a job for him today… He could sure use the distraction.
Ellie wiped at her tears, “You know I really don’t know what she sees in you. I mean I do, but I don’t.” She explained in the nicest way she possibly could which for Ellie was being very blunt. Something that her and Joel had in common.
Ellie and her honest words have always made Joel irritated, but he knew deep down that she was right. At least about this.
It was a while before Ellie looked towards him again. She saw the sullen look on his face and watched the way his scowl seemed to deepen even more. Carefully, Ellie rested a hand on his shoulder, as delicately as she could as if she was about to startle a bear.
“You saved who you needed to save. Now it’s time to let Heather live her own life and bring mom home.” She said.
Joel sighed deeply, knowing the kid was right, “I don’t know what she sees in me either.” Joel answered her honestly. He couldn’t tell her that she would come home and why should she? He treated her horribly and now it’s hitting him in the chest. Making it tighten as if he couldn’t breathe. It was the same feeling he felt when they first arrived here. When he thought that he couldn’t protect his girls and now… Now he feels like he’s loosing the one woman he’s grown to love, “I’m going to go see Tommy about some work. I’ll be back later.”
He feels like he’s lost her for good and that truly terrifies him…
It’s been more than a couple of hours since you first es headed out on your patrol.
“How long have we been out here?” You asked as you looked up at the darkening sky.
“Not too long though we should probably head back soon…” Mikel’s voice trailed off, “Let’s just head down this bend and we’ll turn around.”
You agreed to his suggestion and the two of you continued down the snowy bend. It was a few more minutes of riding before you saw that Mikel was squinting at something.
“What is it?” You asked.
“I don’t know…” Mikel stated and the two of you rode a little closer to see what it was.
You both looked at the abandoned building that was down the hill.
“What is a cabin doing out here?” You asked.
“Don’t know. No one has ever been out this far…” He muttered, “Let’s go check it out.”
Mikel’s words only prompted you to move forward as you both traveled down the snowy hill and towards the small cabin.
It looked to be old, and most likely unused as there was no smoke billowing out the chimney from this chilled weather. The two of you cleared the area first before circling the home. Mikel went around back as you entered the cabin. The opened door provided some light, but not enough to see the inside of the cabin in its entirety. It wasn’t until you pulled back the tattered curtain to the windows that you realized the place fully furnished.
You thought there wouldn’t be much to it, scraped barren from the world that had been pushed upon it, but you were wrong… And you didn’t like that you were.
You looked around carefully, not finding anything else out of the ordinary until you ventured further towards the fireplace. Even though there was no flame or smoke to the coals, they were still hot. An unwelcome chill feel over you as you quickly stood up, much more alert than you were previously.
You remained silent as you crept to the front of the house, gun now raised as you went to find Mikel. You hoped that he was still walking about outside and that whoever was here previously was long gone. You slowly stepped outside, eyes immediately locking onto the figure in front of you. You expected to see raiders, a clicker, hell a bloater would have made more sense then Mikel standing there with his own rifle directed towards you.
You didn’t lower your weapon as you asked him, “What are you doing Mikel?”
“I need you to listen to me. Please.” His request was a near plee, something that you found irking.
“I’m listening.” Your eyes darkened at him.
“I fell for you the first time I saw you all those months ago. You were like a breath of fresh air and rain. I did everything to get near you, even fixing us to go on routes together when Joel left. She said I could have anything I liked if I did what she asked. She promised me this.”
“She? What you mean she?” I muttered as I wracked my brain for an answer that could explain all of this.
“She said I could keep you.” Mikel’s grip tightened around his gun as a crazed look fell over his eyes, “I followed orders. I did everything for this moment and now. Now it’s my turn to have what I want.”
“You led me here.” You realized, “This is your cabin.” You didn’t want to listen any more to his words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to your family. Your eyes narrowed as you squeezed the trigger without hesitation, but you didn’t get the recoil that you were expecting. You tried again… Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Your anxiety picked up when you began to realize this.
“You can shoot all you like. There’s no bullets.” He stated and that was all the answer you need. That’s why he handed you the gun earlier. That’s why he was assuring you it was loaded. You should have checked. You shouldn’t have forgotten about the damn gun. You should have checked. Joel would have…
Joel.
You wished for everything in your soul that he was here with you right now. Fuck. Quickly you threw the gun to the snow and ran as fast as your legs could carry you.
Mikel sighed as he aimed his gun at you, “I was really hoping that you would see it my way.” He fired without hesitation, shooting you in the leg, “I did this all for you. For us.”
You gave a blood curling scream as you fell, staining the cold white snow in the warmth of your blood. You heard more footsteps and the sound of horses from behind you and you knew then that your home was about to be destroyed.
“Everything is prepared for your arrival.” Mikel stated, “Don’t keep Heather waiting.”
“Another successful raid.” One of the guys chuckled out, “She’s too cunning. I knew that was why John kept her around. And that girl? You gonna share?”
“This one is mine.” Mikel answered and you could hear his footsteps head towards you.
“Joel!” You screamed his name even if he couldn’t hear you, “Joel!”
Mikel straddled your waist, digging the bit of his gun into your wounded leg, “You’re still screaming his name even after everything he’s done to you? I am better than him!” He yelled as you cried out in pain, “Why can’t you see that?!”
You turned and watched over half the town population of raiders heading towards Jackson. It left a horrid feeling inside your gut as you could do nothing lie in the snow.
Your only thoughts were of Ellie and Joel.
“I’ll make you see that I’m the one for you.” He whispered in your ear.
Please survive. You must survive.
Silence fell over Joel and Ellie as Heather served them dinner. They were both lost in their own thoughts as they waited for her to come home.
“It’s getting late… Do you think something happened to her?” Ellie asked as she peered out the window the darkening sky.
“I’m not sure dear. Maybe they had to find shelter from the weather picking up?” Heather placated as she served them.
“I’ll go check with Tommy, see if she’s there.” Joel began to stand.
“But your food.” Heather pointed to his untouched plate, “You should at least eat something before you go. Don’t you think?”
“I’ll be back.” Joel reassured, “You two can eat without me.”
“I’m coming with you.” Ellie stated as she pushed her plate aside, ready to join him on his search.
Joel immediately shook his head while he was putting on his coat, “I don’t want you catching a cold out there. I’ll go find her.”
“Promise?” Ellie’s eyes showed her worry as she looked up at Joel.
“Promise.”
“Stay safe then. I’ll look after Ellie until you get back.” Heather nodded towards Joel. He returned the gesture.
“And Heather?” Joel called out.
“Yes?” Her gaze looked hopeful.
“We’ll discuss more about your move with Tris. I think your well acquainted with the lifestyle here to start building your new life on your own.” He said before heading out.
“I hope you like meatloaf.” Heather ground her teeth as she tried to remain calm from Joel’s biting words.
But she would make him see…
Not at all… Ellie thought as she looked at her plate. She cut into the meatloaf as she watch Heather serve herself. It looked off, but she warily took a bite and swallowed the unknown substance.
“Why are aren’t you eating yours?” Ellie asked as she slowly chewed her food.
“Not that hungry I suppose, but that just means more for you.” It was the way Heather’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that made Ellie feel uneasy.
Slowly she put down her fork, feeling nauseous, “I’m not that hungry either.” She said, but she had already eaten some of the dinner, “I think im going to go lie down.” She tried to stand, but the room spun and she ended up crashing to the ground.
“Sweet dreams dear.” Was the last thing Ellie heard before falling asleep.
She would make him see that they are meant to be together.
Joel checked the barn first before heading to his brother’s house. He quickly noted that two horses were still missing from there stables. That only let Joel’s worst fear come true at realizing she wasn’t over at Tommy and Maria’s house. It made his swift walk into almost a jog as he raced over to Tommy’s.
“What do you mean she hasn’t come back yet?” Tommy asked the moment Joel barged in, letting them know what has happened.
“I don’t know. I was hoping she would be here, but her horse is still missing. I think something has happened to her.” Joel ran a hand through his hair.
“Well round up some folks and head out there on a search.” Maria insisted as she stood up.
“That sounds like a plan. I’ll get—“ Before Tommy could finish his sentence multiple gunshots could be heard through the town.
“What’s that?” Maria’s eyes widened at the loud noise.
“Whatever it is. It doesn’t sound good.” Tommy murmured as he quickly put his boots on.
Joel’s heart was racing as he tried to keep a level head, “Tommy, Ellie—“
Tommy nodded his head, “Go get her and bring her here. Maria you stay and keep an eye out for them okay? I’ll go find out what’s going on.”
“It sounds like a raid.” Maria sounded worried as the gunshots continued, now paired with yells and screams.
“That’s why I need you to stay here, arm yourself, and hide. Wait for Joel to come back with Ellie and I’ll be right behind them okay?” Tommy pressed a tender kiss to Maria’s forehead before he and Joel were out the door, armed and ready for a fight.
“I’ll head with you for a couple blocks and then break off okay?” Tommy whispered to Joel.
Joel grunted with a nod as the two blended in with the night.
It wasn’t long before Joel was silently hurrying up the steps and threw his front door. The house was dark and it seemed oddly quiet as he searched the place for any sign of Ellie. He quietly made his way upstairs and to her room where he was pushing the door open. He expected her to be awake, packing her backpack, but instead she found her unconscious and tied with duck tape on her bed. His footsteps were quick as he rushed over to her, but froze when he heard the clock of a gun.
His piercing eyes flitted over to the corner of the room where the moon shined on Heather’s face. There she stood with a gun pointedly in Ellie’s direction. She knew what she was doing. His life meant nothing to him, but Ellie… Well she was his world.
“You know I really thought you were smarter than this Joel.” Heather tsked with a sigh, “I thought this would go a lot smoother too, but you just couldn’t choose me could you?”
“What did you do to her?” Joel’s gun was facing her with no hesitance to kill if he got the wrong answer.
“Don’t worry, I only drugged little Ellie that’s all.” She tilted her head, “She’ll be fine as long as you are cooperative so why don’t you be a good boy and put down the gun.”
Joel slowly lowered to the floor as he placed his rifle down, “Why are you doing this?” Joel’s voice dropped lower as he quickly assessed the situation.
“Didn’t you hear? This town is in need of a little remodeling and I know just the group to get that done.” She smirked.
“You don’t mean…” Joel’s fist clenched at the feeling of betrayal seeping through him.
“Oh yes. Surprise! You should be happy. All of this couldn’t have happened without you.” Heather smiled.
“I didn’t.” Joel huffed defiantly.
“But you did. You helped me dethrone John. Took him out so I could be on top and it’s quite nice up here, but I don’t want to be alone. You’ve shown me just what love could feel like and I know that we could rule this town together now that your precious firefly is out of the way.”
“What did you do to her?” He growled and Heather rolled her eyes.
“You’ll never see her again, I can promise you that.” She laughed, “And you dug yourself too deep to gain her forgiveness Joel. Something you’re never going to get from her again.” She stepped towards him, “Why don’t we just have a glass of whiskey and forget about her hm?”
“What. Did. You. Do.” His tone was as harsh as the gun fire outside.
“Why do the tiny details matter? She’s gone. You’ve made it perfectly clear when you casted her aside. I saw it in your eyes Joel. You feel something for me!” She urged, “All you need to do is just give us a chance.” Heather pleaded, “You, me, and Ellie would be good together. We will be the perfect family.”
“No.” Joel’s tone held no room for consideration, “You’re not her. You’ll never be her. I don’t know what kind of delusion you have where we end up together, but it will never happen.”
“Oh fuck you.” She glared at him, “Is this really because of her?” Her hands shook with rage as she held the gun.
“She means more to me than you will ever know and if she is dead. I promise you, the infected will be the least of your worries.” He threatened.
“Really now?” She scoffed as she tried to subdue her anger, “Why don’t you worry about the girl you still have left hm? You really want me to be the villain here then fine…”
Her gaze narrowed as her gun clocked, “Dawn is coming your way and it’s about to bleed red.”
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“Nobody is going to die here,” Dick says, trying to project a confidence he doesn’t feel.
If this were the Titans, he’d probably get some acknowledgement.  Titans together.  A clap on the shoulder.  Something.  But it’s not the Titans, so instead Cass Cain flicks a glance at him and then goes back to scowling at the wall, and Jason says, “Would you fucking quit it with the inspirational speeches, leader-boy?” and Tim says, “I think we should prioritize getting Dick out,” as if Dick isn’t even here.
“I’m fine,” Dick says.  Because he is. Mostly.  It’s not like it’s exactly fun to get whipped and then tied to an ominous black altar in a room with no obvious doors after successfully talking a cult into deciding you’re the optimum sacrifice of their four captives.  But it’s certainly better than the alternative scenario in which the Dark Leader Whatsisface had listened to Tim’s pitch.
“Weakness in the wall,” Cass says.  “…Here.”
“Yeah, weak walls would be great, if we had C4,” Jason says.  “Except for the part where we don’t have C4, because somebody took my stash and my helmet.  Some fucking insufferable team of fucking idiots who like to mind everybody else’s business—”
“Kick, maybe,” Cass says to Tim, who’s still trying to pick the lock on one of Dick’s manacles.
Tim frowns.  “I don’t think even you can kick a wall hard enough to—”
“Not… the wall.  Kick him,” Cass says, nodding at Jason.
“Oh fuck you very much,” Jason says, with more heat than Dick expects.  Jason’s edgy, beneath all the bluffing, and it’s hard to tell why, because although the situation admittedly isn’t great the countdown timer still has half an hour to go before the cult starts punching whatever buttons outside the room that will set Dick on fire—or get him eaten by a dragon, it hadn’t been very clear through the chanting.
Anyway.  They have time, even if Cass’s shoulders are tense and Tim’s face is strained and Dick’s back is killing him—they strapped him with his back down after the beating, and he’s trying not to think about the likelihood of blood stains on this altar thing—and the sweat from the heat is getting in his eyes.
A hand.  Tim’s wiped the sweat away, which is both a comfort and kind of humiliating.  Tim’s lips are pinched—he’s furious at Dick, it’s obvious, only not acting on it because they’re in front of Jason and Tim, at least, understands the importance of presenting a united front.  So it’ll be a fight, once they get out, but Dick’s not sorry.  If he’s totally honest, he’s a little angry himself.  Trust me, Tim had muttered, when they all first got grabbed, and then he’d raised his voice and asked to speak privately to the leader, and Dick only realized too late what he’d been after, when the cultists came back and explained how Red Robin was going to be their sacrifice to the dragon-god and everyone else could live and watch in order to marvel at their lord’s demonic glory or whatever.
“Cass, listen,” Tim says.  "I think if you help me with the manacles—”
“No,” Cass says.  Tim’s been trying to get her to come back to the altar to mess with Dick’s bindings; Cass has been ignoring him.  A splinter in an otherwise seamless partnership.
"If you put pressure on the other side while I pick the lock," Tim says.
"No," Cass snaps. Cass doesn’t believe in united fronts, Jason or no Jason—Dick should know, she once threw him into a wall—but Dick doesn’t think she’s actually mad at Tim, just impatient.  “Manacles broken, not broken… doesn’t matter. No good if we’re still here.  Need to get out.  Then Nightwing.”
“I vote we leave him here, actually,” Jason says.  
“Jason, shut up,” Tim says.
“What, is this suddenly not a democracy? Do I not have the right to an opinion? Are you against voting, Replacement?”
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