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hexalene · 3 years

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A non-chronological, non-comprehensive list of some of the exhausting bullshit I have had to put up with enforcing our impossibly gentle masking policy. Sometimes we were able to enforce, most of the time we just let them in. For funsies, I was injured and in a sling for most of this shit:

1. “SHUT UP you fat fucking bitch you’ll never amount to ANYTHING in your STUPID FUCKING LIFE now get OUT OF MY WAY!” *proceeds to ram her grocery cart into my side*

2. “I’m not going to comprise MY FREEDOM.”

3. *grabs screaming toddler and runs in, holding the child between us, as if that will prevent me from noticing they don’t have a mask*

4. “No, I won’t wear...oh wait, I mean I have a medical condition.”

5. “I have a medical condition. It’s like cancer, in my face. It’s too painful to wear one. It’s also too painful for the face shield. It’s cancer.”

6. “What’s it called? I have asthma, I can’t wear one.”

7. “I’m overweight. I can’t wear one.”

8. “I’m not putting that MUZZLE on my face”

9. “The virus isn’t real, idiot.”

10. “I’m in a wheelchair, I don’t have to do anything you tell me.”

11. “I have an emotional support dog.”

12. “If you give me that, I’m just going to throw it away, so don’t even bother.”

13. “My sister is in the hospital, so I don’t have to wear one.”

14. “I’m not touching that thing.”

15. “The mask is more dangerous than the virus. It’ll stop the oxygen from reaching my brain.”

16. “I served in the military.”

17. “I’m only grabbing a coffee, so like, why bother?”

18. “My sister is a nurse and she says it’s not real.”

19. “Fuck you.”

20. *ten minutes of screaming at me, the managers, and passerby about his precious American freedoms being violated*

21. Two men in qanon shirts, openly carrying firearms. Clearly desperate to fight. Did not engage.

22. “Shut up.”

23. “Look, you’re that same bitch who was here last time, I don’t fucking care, just fucking leave me alone. I’m not wearing it.”

24. *grabs the whole box and throws it in the trash*

25. “Come on sweetheart, you know this is all shit. I know you wouldn’t wear one of you didn’t have to worry about your job. It’s so awful they’re making you cover your pretty face.”

26. “I’m not ruining my lipstick.”

27. “What are you going to do about it? I’m going in no matter what.”

28. “It’s against my religion. Jesus would never wear a mask.”

29. *pretends to not speak English* (note: came in daily speaking unaccented english for a year previous, only suddenly loosing this skill with the pandemic)

30. “Is this fun for you? Do you like harassing people??” (Literally. Just. Doing. My. Job.)

31. “Open this fucking door, I’m not talking to some employee, get your fucking manager.. SHUT UP. Shut up, get the manager, I’m coming in here.”

32. *holds a tissue over their face* “this counts.” (It does not)

33. “I’m over 65.” (DUDE)

34. “I’m pregnant.” (BRO)

35. “Get your manager, I’ll take you guys to court.”

36. *refuses the mask and proceeds to wave a fucking EMF reader over my body, because apparently the virus is a ghost*

37. *holds mask on their face as if they’re putting it on, put drops it as soon as they think I can’t see.*

38. *gets mad, proceeds to SPIT ON THE PRODUCE DISPLAYS* (we had to pull and waste out the whole fucking shelf fuck this guy)

39. *physically shoves me out of the way*

40. “I’m allergic to masks. I can’t have anything on my face at all.”

41. *talks on their phone, talking louder to “drown” me out while trying to speed by*

42. *has a literal pink fuzzy sleeping mask over their mouth*

43. “This is all going to go away after the election, so don’t sit here and pretend it’s real.”

44. “The president isn’t wearing one, so I’m not wearing one.”

45. “I’ve never been to CHYNA.”

46. “I don’t support BLM” (????????????)

47. “Oh I already have it, so it doesn’t matter.” (Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??!????????? IS THAT PRESENT TENSE????????? He was not allowed in, for the record.)

48. *a repeating anti-masking offender, wildly drunk and three times my size, barreled by me, proceeded to open and drink mouthwash right off the shelf. Made several sexual advances at me and another female employee, so we got to step aside while the male management dealt with him*

49. *a literal pair of panties, the creep*

50. *this dude fuckin rolls up in a fuckin $700,000 car, parks on the fire lane, leaves his fuckin door wide open with the KEYS IN THE IGNITION AND STILL RUNNING, moonwalks the fuck in with his dog, and waves me down like I’m the goddamn host at a restaurant and tells me to go get my manager, but to “take a long time, because I’ll be finishing my shopping while you’re gone, and they’re not going to stop me.”

51. *gets caught swapping price tags, AND refusing a mask* “pull that stupid thing off your face, HONEY, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” Proceeds to tell management that I am “a serious problem, the rudest bitch she’s ever met, and she will NOT be coming back to this store. They should fire me, because she’s never been treated so rudely before. Take that little girl off the schedule. What happened to customer service?” Reminder: she was caught stealing while I was trying to enforce the mask policy.

52. *I offer a mask, get shut down with bullshit “me and my five kids and husband all have a medical condition” whatever. I say all right and go back to my station. Bitch calls the store after she leaves and screams that I discriminated against her and her family.

53. “I’m a priest.”

54. *a pair of police officers who come in while I’m stuck with a different and more boring antimasker, without masks, I try to stop them, but they laugh. Dumbasses. The station is down the street. We called and reported them to their superior. Got a NICE official apology for that one.

55. *wearing a literal fursuit, which....counts.....I guess??? This person was actually fine, but I’m on a ptsd flashback and they’re there*

56. “Only if you have toilet paper.”

57. “We can’t wear those things. How will we get herd immunity???”

58. *a pair of basketball shorts*

59. *a sock*

60. *a “mask” with the mouth cut out

61. No wait I’m stopping here, this is literally endless

Please for the love of god be kind to your essential workers, we’ve been doing the normal work routine on hardcore survivalist mode all 2020, and I am so ready for the vaccine please please please let this year end

#venting #delete later

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fairymadnessyeah · 3 years

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BNHA Ship to Finish the Year

KotEri (Izumi Kota x Eri Aizawa)

Canon

I like to think that Kota and Eri meet during October. Eri never went trick or treating, and since Kota is a kid her age and Ragdoll is available for taking the door to door, Shota deems it okay.

They met before Halloween night, and it goes okay. Mostly they talk about costumes.

They dress up as LeMillion and Deku. Ragdoll sends a lot of pictures, It's too cute.

From there on out, the two are inseparable. I feel like Kota would be Eri's first friends, and he teaches her the beauty of pranks. Once, they put cooking oil on the floor and watched as Iida went flying into the TV. There is a no running rule now.

I don't think they would go to school together until they go to UA.

I feel like until then Kota only sees her as a friend until they start high school. Suddenly, the guys of class 1a are talking about who the cutest girl and they all think it's Eri.

He knows he shouldn't, but he is mad about it... Oh no!

I feel that for Eri, it happens later and more slowly. She knows she can trust Kota. Whenever she has a problem or needs someone to talk to, she knows she can trust in him.

By the second year, when I imagine he suddenly hits a growth spurt and enters his emo phase, she realizes he is handsome.

The two don't say anything until they go to a hero-convention (Deku Merch!) and one of the ex-Hassaikai attacks as a villain and recognizes Eri.

Kota helps her by taking her around the city, and when they get to a Sakura tree, Eri leans in and kisses him. He obviously returns it, and they start dating.

They keep it a secret for as long as they can, since Aizawa is the principal and very protective of his daughter. However, once he finds out, his trust in Kota is completely broken. He is not welcome in their home anymore.

However, Shinsou is weaker against Eri's puppy eyes.

I don't know why, but I would love a fic about them like this:

"Hey Izu-kun, you know how to drive right? And your aunt's and uncle let you take their car whenever?"

"Yeah, why?" "I need you to drive me somewhere?" "Sure, where?" "Tartarous," "... alright."

"So, why am I driving you to Tartarous?" "Oh, I want to talk with Chisaki," "*stops abruptly* WHAT!? You want to talk with the man that tortured you since you can remember and made your life a living hell!? WHY!?!?"

"I need closure. I know I might never be able to forget him and what he did, but I can't freeze every time somebody mentions him. I need to do this, I need to move on,"

He goes with her, as moral support. It kind of helps seeing him armless, behind bars and defeated, but Eri simply tells him she is moving on with her life and he should too.

After it, they go for ice-cream and a walk in the beach (I like to think this is a favourite date for them). I think it's a very romantic moment until Shinsou interrupt them.

Her family was made aware that she visited Chisaki and have been looking for her like crazy.

Family

Aizawa is not happy when he finds out. This is what happens:

*Eri comes in with Kota. The two have smoothies, Kota a blue one and Eri a red one* "Hi dad! We are going to be in my room studying! Don't interrupt us!" "Alright!"

*An hour later* "Eri, Mic is going to be home in a few minutes, we'll have dinner when he arrives. Is Kota staying?" "No, his aunt is picking him up in a bit," "...Why is your tongue purple?" "Oh... um... maybe it was the smoothie," "You had a red smoothie... and Kota had a blue... one..."

*He realizes what happened and starts stomping up the stair, Eri behind him, telling him to calm down. He slams the door open and sees Kota, with his hair messed and his lips covered in lip gloss, throwing himself off the window.* "Come here, you traitor!"

Aizawa calls a family meeting, and even Shinsou who has his own home has to come. He is ready to expel him, he feels betrayed. He trusted that kid in his home, and he takes advantage of his daughter? I don't think so! He is going to die.

Hizashi cries, his baby girl is replacing him. (I headcanon that she would die her hair to look like a rainbow, and Kota helps her, instead of Hizashi)

Shinsou is the one who sides with Eri, reminding his parents that she is old enough to make a decision like this, and they should trust her. "Besides, I was her age when Kaminari and I started doing stuff," "What?" "What?" "I don't live here anymore, I don't have to keep secrets,"

Shinsou lets her come to his home to get ready for her dates, so that Koda doesn't have to fear for his life in their living room. However, he still threatens him.

"For some reason, you make Eri happy. But if that changes, and you make her sad, you are going to wish, Midoriya never saved you from Muscular," "H-how do you know that?" "I know everything. Have fun on your date!"

The WWP are embarrassing. They have a photo album ready, they tell Eri how much he talks about her.

They also have an open-door policy, but Koda is a rebel and doesn't follow the rule. However, they found a way around it.

*comes in without knocking* "Hey kiddos, want some cookies?" "No, Aunt. We are fine," "Alright, just keep the door open!"

*comes in without knocking* "Hey lovebirds, are you thirsty? I made some lemonade!" "We are fine, Pixie-bob," "Alright, just keep the door open!"

*comes in without knocking* "Have you seen the cat?" "We don't have a cat, Ragdoll!" "Oh, right! Keep the door open!"

But when he locks the door:

*BANG!* "Aaaaahhhh!" "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" "Tiger! Did you just kick the door open!?" "Yes! Remember to keep the door open!"

Also, when they found out, the WWD follows them on their date. They need pictures.

The problem is that Kota and Eri are not on a date. They are helping Katsumo give a tour of the city to his sister. They all notice the four pros following them, Kota tells them to ignore them.

I feel like Deku would be happy for them. His first fans are so cute together.

AU - Band AU

This is a modern setting au.

So, Eri was adopted into music. After she was rescued from Chisaki, she was adopted by Present Mic and his husband, Aizawa.

Present Mic is a famous radio host, and before that, he and Aizawa and Oboro played in a band together. Now, Aizawa is a music manager for young artist, in between those there is 1A band.

As she grows up, she is introduced to music, and it becomes one of the best things in her life. She is a great singer, and she also learns how to play the piano.

She want to have a career in music, so when she is a teen, at UA school, she joins the music club.

She is trying to form a band, and along the way she finds Katsuma, who becomes the bassist, Tamashiro on the drums, and they only need a guitarist and vocalist.

Enter Bad boy Kota. His parents were musicians that died in a boat accident, and so Kota now lives his aunt and their dancing group, The Wild Wild Pussycats.

He used to love music, but now it's only a reminder of who he lost.

But one day, Eri hears him sing. She asks if he would want to join their band. He refuses and leaves, but that is not the last he sees of Eri.

The two are paired for some school work, and while working on it, Eri starts singing, and it wakes something in him.

Kota doesn't know what it was, but suddenly, he felt as if he was with his parents again.

He tells her that he'll join her band temporarily, at least so he has enough time to figure out what was that feeling.

They are all ecstatic, and they start playing together.

Eri and Kota are the ones who most clash since he is really into rock and edgy stuff, and she is more cute and pop style.

However, the two spend a lot of time together.

Kota wants to understand how Eri makes him feel stuff, and Eri doesn't really mind his company, so she lets him stay. She was always very shy, so it's hard for her to make friends without recurring to music.

At some point, Eri tells Kota about her life as Chisaki's toy, and it makes him realize why Eri is so special.

She is real, she suffered and survived, and now she can keep smiling. Which Kota never got to, he never moved on from his parents death, and still hold on to the rage and sadness.

Kota also opens up to Eri, and he tells her about his parents death and his departure from music.

Eri asks him to sing with her, and when they do, Kota feels like he has his parents back. It brings him to tears, but Eri hold him.

The band present themselves to the talent show of the school and somehow end up winning.

During the celebration party, Kota and Eri kiss.

Fanon Opinion

I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable writing NSFW stuff about Kota or Eri.

I know that I age up everybody, and I did so with these two, too, but I can't.

I can't picture them as nothing, but children and I am not going to write PWP about that.

I don't they would do it until their third year, but I do think that they make out.

I think this is a very cute couple. They have that puppy-love thing going for them.

Also, I love this because it would be a good thing for Eri. We just want good things for Eri.

And I know that Eri is older than Kota, and supposedly she should be his senpai. But with all the emotional baggage she has, I think it makes sense that she would start school a little later.

I think that they would be a beach and parks couple. In summer, they go to the beach, while in the winter they hang around the park.

I feel like they would love to go camping.

Also, they match. They are horn buddies.

Also, Tik-Tok has a lot of stuff about them, so I recommend seeing them. I got the Band AU idea from it.

I imagine that they would become heroes when they are older. Eri would be like a new recovery girl, but scarier, and Kota would torture the children when they go to the training camp.

In my mind, Eri uses Aizawa's capture weapon, but she has it wrapped around her arms, covering her scars.

Also, while they are at the dorms, they are the Parent Couple. The two take care of their classmates with Kota stopping them from doing stupid shit and lecturing them, and Eri comforting them and healing their bruises.

Also, if Katsuma goes with them to class, he would be the baby.

"Oh, No! This is Bad! This is Bad! Stress is bad for the baby!"

"What baby?"

"ME! I'm the baby!"

#bnha #mha #kouta x eri #kouteri #izumi kouta #eri bnha #eri aizawa #bnha headcanons #bnha ships to finish the year #canon #family #band au #fanon opinion

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oldfritz · 4 years

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this was surprisingly hard because half of them I wanted to throw in f, but then felt guilty about it so here’s where we are. explanations under the cut to be nice (fair warning: I’m writing this while tipsy so this is a journey)

S-tier

Old Fritz: look me in the eyes. look at me. are you looking? good. where else was I was going to put him? where? in C with the other losers? foolish. I am ruining my life for this man, I’m going to go into debt so I can be moderately qualified to write books on him so Tim Blanning and Christopher Clark don’t boo my off the stage. I sit here sometimes and I’m like ‘y’know, I would start a podcast to talk about his life’ as if I’m some straight white guy who thinks any of you want to listen to me for an hour. he’s a bastard, a smug bastard, and is the epitome of self-destructive tendencies. and, honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t so fucking misogynistic all the time. ‘oh women aren’t fit to rule’ shut up Fritz before I time travel to fuck your wife and make her have one night where life feels worthwhile. but he’s funny, I enjoy how he does foreign policy, and he’s unfortunately relatable to me. cheers, Fritz. here’s to never being satisfied from one gay disaster with anger issues to another. may we burn in hell together

A-tier

Friedrich iii: “Suzanne, he was only on the throne for 99 days!! how can he be this high up when some of these bastards refused to die?” I hear you, my friends, and I have answers. I’ll tell you two words you’ll be shocked to hear put together: liberal Hohenzollern. a rare breed, isn’t it? imagine, friends, a world where he got over his throat cancer because he listened to a doctor and we get through the 1910s, 20s, even the 30s without Wilhelm II Electric Boogaloo being in power. Prussia is still on the map, the Anglo-Prussian alliance is strong, and I live in peace. but no. this stupid man had to keep smoking. because he’s selfish and doesn’t care about my needs. you know, he actually loved his wife. rare in this family. loved her and wasn’t abusive. the bar is so low, guys. and his wife is amazing too, Victoria. the world would’ve been in competent hands if they’d been in power longer (and Bismarck would’ve been out of a job still but at least these guys are smart. their son inherited grandma Vicki’s IQ). I would sleep with both of them and would thank them for the honor (when it should always be the other way around, remember that)

B-tier

Friedrich I: if your name is Friedrich and only Friedrich, we’re buds. that’s my rule. I have to give him credit where credit’s due. he was the first. while I agree with Fritz in his proscription that he was ‘small in big ways and big in small ways’ (I may have flipped that around), he wasn’t a bad guy. he just was born into the wrong job for him. I appreciate that he rode on his father’s coattails of proving useful to the Habsburgs and did a little himself to get that sweet, sweet kingship. smart move. I also like that he saw Louis XIV and said to himself “I stan, I kin, on God we’re gonna do that’ and tried. only for have his stupid, ungrateful, unclassy son to do away with that. I, too, am a woman of luxury and self-indulgance and if I had all the riches of Brandenburg and Prussia at the time (not much), I would spend them ridiculously on outfits and music and art. now, what did he do as king? what policy legacy did he leave behind? that’s a good one :)

C-tier

Friedrich Wilhelm III: now as a king he sucks. and I stand by this because, you know, he lost to him *imagine me pretending to be short and saying ‘oui, oui’ in a bad french accent*. and as any proper Englishwoman I can’t support a monarch who goes around losing to the French unless their name is Mary I. but, he’s a pathetic little man. he really is. so indecisive, so unsure of himself. what are you doing little guy? you think because your last name is Hohenzollern, God thinks you’re a good king? well it is like 1805 and, while divine right isn’t really being used as much, it’s as good as any reason on why you’re the chosen one and my family is eating dirt in Sicily and on the Scottish border. he’s really just a dude, nothing extraordinary about him except that his wife was the only one with brains and was the first to establish that (sorry Wilhelm I). he cried when he found out that his children didn’t call him ‘papa’ and went into a deep depressive state when his wife suddenly died. he’s an average man, of average abilities, but of big heart. and the big heart is what bumps him up, for me, from his old place as an F to a C. though, his moralizing is tedious

Friedrich Wilhelm II: this man should have partied with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. everyone’s got that one ruler whose all about sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll. for the US it’s JFK, for the UK it’s Margaret Thatcher Charles II, France has Louis XIV. Prussia has this guy and we should thank him. so many mistresses, so much sex, so much revelry and debauchery and sin! this guy’s personal life is like a treasure trove of political and sexual intrigue. if you’re into that - as I am as a town gossip - you’ll love him. I am constantly amazed by the fact that some STD didn’t kill him. syphilis, herpes, crabs. something, man, anything. but he didn’t. he’s a shit king though. absolutely horrible. all he did was whine that he didn’t get taught anything by Uncle Fritz and, yes, that’s not good if it’s true (but it’s not completely because the treatises are detailed but I guess he didn’t have time to read) but c’mon. actually apply yourself and learn on the job. I know that would’ve required him to not be balls deep somewhere, but unfortunately he’s not Dorian Gray. there’s work that needed to be done and he didn’t do it. boo!!

D-tier

Wilhelm I: apparently he was a good guy, unlike the other 3 who populate the lowest rungs of Prussian kinghood. so I give him that and I can respect that. but what did he do? what were his own ideas? I thought about putting Bismarck as king instead because, really, he was. Bismarck was a minister who ran around the king’s back to set things up exactly as he liked and it fucking worked because he was the brains. his wife was intelligent too, but theirs wasn’t a wamr and loving marriage. and Bismarck worked to get Wilhelm to distrust her because she was liberal and the fact that Wilhelm would listen to Otto even if it meant allowing himself to be drowned in the Rhine is pathetic. fun party at Versailles though. hope it was worth the war reparations

F-tier (bastard time) I’m going in a different order because I want to go from the ones I hate least to most xoxo

Friedrich Wilhelm IV: “I won’t accept a crown from the gutter” then you won’t accept a crown at all, stupid idiot! god, the smugness. the authoritarian impulses. I know it was the cool thing in 1848 to put down any revolts/protests with as much force as possible, but man, at least the Habsburgs were transparent. homie was like “yeah guys lol I’ll make a constitution and it’ll be epic! you’ll have so many rights! xoxo gossip girl” and then...nope. and AND he wanted the Habsburgs in charge of things too! Mr. ‘I’m Nostalgic For When HRE Was Great And We Blew Austrian Dick!’ grow up man. it’s Prussia time buddy, Austria is beginning to fall apart. don’t look to the past, look to the future, but you didn’t have that vision did you?

Wilhelm II: *banging pots and pans* I blame this man for everything! now, intellectually, does Germany take all the blame for WWI? no, that’s foolish and propaganda of the Allies only. if you’re a European power in 1914, you get to share the blame (ex: why did UK need to make this a naval arms race? Austria should’ve declared war on Serbia sooner if that’s what it wished to do. Russia, please stay out of the Balkans then and forever). but does my irrational hatred of Wilhelm blind me to this truth when I see his stupid face and that ugly fucking mustache that I wish to yank off? my god, yes. I see him and Rule Britannia and The Yanks Are Coming start playing so loud in my head and I’m like ‘yeah, the kaiser’s gonna pay.’ I’m sorry that Bismarck’s ego was bigger than yours but did you have to prove him right by getting incompetent buffoons who were playing checkers when he set the board up for chess to replace him? Did you have to prove Freud right by displacing private problems onto public life with your little tit-for-tat with George IV (VI?) because his mummy loved you more? Why did you need to fuck every naval vessel you saw like an inferior of Peter the Great who believed he was Sir Francis Drake? but that’s just the first war and he lived to see things setting up for the second. wasn’t in convenient for you to be close with the N@zis when you thought they might want a king back on the throne and you could reclaim your little tyrant. like every goddamn Prussian conservative or Junker, you thought you could play the tyrannical cockroach. sure, you figured out earlier that he was no pal, but you still collaborated and you still allowed yourself to get played like the weak man of conscience you are. cheers!

Friedrich Wilhelm I: ladies and gentleman, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! the biggest bastard straight outta Berlin, FW1! and who doesn’t love an abusive father? who doesn’t love a man, so insecure and pathetic, that he needs to terrorize children to be able to look at himself and have a little pride. I understand that it was because he wanted his kids, specifically Fritz, to be best. but being best and perfect meant being miniature versions of him and aren’t we supposed to want our children to be better than a carbon-copy of a small man? honestly, I could live with the occasional smack for this time period. it’s within the norm and, while horrible, isn’t irreparably damaging. this guy really had to beat the shit out of Fritz and Wilhelmina and I’m sure Augustus and Henry and Amalia and all the others (so many kids) didn’t get spared either because if you hit one, you’ll hit ‘em all. and I judge them for their flaws all the same but, for some of them, it gets hard to. because what fighting chance did they have when their father was telling them how worthless they were and beating them senseless and threatening death and life imprisonment on some? I’m constantly impressed by Henry and Fritz and Wilhelmina for amounting to any semblance of maturity, even though it’s always fleeting, because this man didn’t give them the tools to be functioning adults. but each of them managed to be greater than their father, as did Amalia managing a really cool coup in Sweden. and what did FW1 get? he built up his army, had a tall guy fetish, increased the treasury, and made the cabinet and executive offices more efficient. there used to be this one guy on here that would argue that that was all a good king made and that this lowlife didn’t deserve the contempt he got by some on here (an obvious vague of me) for his behavior as a father. and maybe I’m a crackpot, but I believe the quality of a man outshines all those other achievements and that that’s meaningless to me, in my personal life. and when I get to hell, before I go to any of these other men, I’ll go to him and ask him how hell’s fires feel because, if his God was real, it would never love him. and that’s beautiful

#i just wanted to give you guys the mental image of ol maggie doing lines of coke #i dont like her i just like to give nicknames to all my enemies #makes them uncomfortable #im very tipsy so this is weird #i apologize #but i hope its kinda funny and enjoyable #frederick the great #old fritz #the name frederick officially looks meaningless to me #frederick william i #frederick i #frederick iii #frederick william ii #frederick william iii #frederick william iv #wilhelm i #wilhelm ii #prussian shitposting

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wof-reworked · 4 years

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I'd love to hear more about the Agate Winglet, they sound so interesting

Mhm I love them !!! They’re,,, I guess the most friendly with Amber Winglet?? They have the least jerks, anyway. They’re part of the post-Darkstalker expansion of the school, along with the other winglets ^^ Here’s a sort of teaser for all of the kids though !!! Sorry for how long this took btw, I had to go grocery shopping

Sorry in advance for how long this gets, I tried to break it up D:

Bighorn- Skywing - He/him

I talk about him a bit when I talked about Flytrap (here). Pure of heart, dumb of ass.

Just a bit of a frat bro, but like, a frat bro who respects woman

One of my two cishet characters, along with Flytrap. Their relationship is purely self-indulgent fluff, they’re exactly the kind of couple whose house is always open for visitors and will make you food and listen to your problems and they’re mutually supportive and wonderful and I love them

Him and Sleet are best pals too, together any braincells they might’ve had fly out the window. Just two himbos together as bros (himbros)

Gar really looks up to him as sort of what he wishes he could be, Bighorn acts as a mentor for Gar but is also a little uncomfortable with the amount of hero-worship Gar has for him

Darbuka - Sandwing - he/him

Voted “Most Annoying” in the yearbook 3 years in a row

I’d call what he does humble-bragging, but that implies Darbuka’s done anything humble

For some reason him and Visionweaver are friends, neither of them knows why either

Actually pretty smart, but still not as smart as he thinks he is

Upper middle-class, pretends like he’s from the Scorpion Den for like a year cause he thinks it makes him look cooler (This drives Caracal insane)

Surprisingly funny, sometimes unintentionally

Ultimately harmless, he’s hardly a bully as much as he is just insufferable to be around

Sleet - Icewing - He/him

The punk to Bighorn’s jock

Still kind of a frat boy, just now a little angrier and more down to start a fire

Actually really good friends with Flytrap, they def. got up to some shit during like, their beginning years at JMA (Bighorn is both horrified and proud)

Unofficial anti-bullying enforcer, however there’s a lot of students and Sleet can hardly stay on top of everything while also being a student himself

Sees what’s going on with Congor and Herring, doesn’t really know how to handle it/if he should get involved in family things (poor dude’s an only child) but certainly doesn’t approve of how Congor treats Herring

Has done terrible, terrible things for the sake of a bet

Always has a good story to tell

Bisexual and a secret hopeless romantic, seeing Bighorn and Flytrap get together has made him feel a little lonely/like the third wheel. (Bighorn and Flytrap refuse to stand for this once they hear and make sure to do double friend duty).

Flytrap - Rainwing - She/her

I’ve talked about her a lot more (here), she’s wonderful

Unofficially everyone’s big sister

Spent a lot of time being very passive/fawning, is now proudly here to stand up for herself and other people

A little over being everyone’s caretaker tbh, part of why she gets along so well with Sleet is because he treats her like a partner-in-crime, and she doesn’t feel like she has to be responsible and composed with him

Really hard to get her to change her mind, she has her own ideas set in stone (though she’ll play along if she deems it necessary)

Has a stomach of steel when it comes to gore/insects/generally gross things. Bighorn, on the other hand, has a life policy of staying at least 15 feet away from all squiggly things, from intestines to centipedes.

Skipper - Mudwing - She/her

Absolute cinnamon roll, wants the best for everyone

A little self righteous, she can be a bit much to be around for long periods of time

Big 14 year old lesbian who’s just learned about social justice energy tbh

Oh also she’s a trans lesbian !!! Been debating if I should give her a girlfriend or not, guess we’ll see

Gar’s younger sister, he’s a little uncomfortable with her being at JMA too (Gar has a weird relationship with his sibs in general) but he still loves her and is there to support her when she needs it

A little bad at personal space, very pro-hugs and cuddles

Honestly just doing her best

Visionweaver - Nightwing - He/him

Grumpy little man

No literally, he’s shorter than basically everyone around him

Insecure for literally no reason

Gay, and mad about it

(OH GOD HE WOULD TOTALLY UNIRONICALLY REBLOG THAT “Gay people I respect” POST)

Has a crush on Monsoon which he poorly covers by trying to be a jerk to them in the hallways (Monsoon is unbothered and unimpressed)

His anti-Monsoon campaign would probably go a lot better if literally anyone else liked him (Besides Darbuka, who is too busy talking about himself to really listen to Vee’s ranting)

A giant nerd, he solves math problems for fun

He mellows out a lot more when he gets older, becoming an astronomer

Tern - Seawing - They/them

Their policy is in life is basically “sit down, shut up, and do the work”

The only one who does their homework in a reasonable way

Proud of being the everyman, has zero desire to get involved in the shenanigans going on

A lovely study partner, they have a very dry/sarcastic sense of humor and don’t take everything super seriously while still being v consistent and responsible

Has a bit of an opening up to other people problem, or really a “meaningful friendship” problem tbh

They tend to subconsciously push away people/discourage them from getting closer, from their viewpoint they don’t really need a lot of people (or really anyone) in their life

Secret admiration/crush for Sleet that they would never admit out loud (or even really to themselves)

When they like/respect someone, they’ll cook for them

(by the end of their time at JMA, their winglet has come to depend on their stellar cooking)

Thank you so much for asking about my ocs, I really appreciate the space to kind of ramble about them !!! The JMA kids are my lighthearted oc world, where I can just kind of mess around with personalities and shipping, and I think it lowkey shows ^^;;.

A lot of the central story focuses around Amber Winglet, but part of it is that everyone has their own things going on, so it’s basically endless character! Like sims, for my head!

#sunny's ocs #my ocs #mudwing #skywing #sandwing #seawing #nightwing #icewing #rainwing #hope this wasn't too long or boring !!#sunny's dragon bin

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what are the reasons to vote for Biden? because you're out here talking about how we shouldn't vote green/abstain from the presidential, but can you please tell me what exactly would be different about a Biden presidency vs a Trump one? besides that a second Trump turn would keep liberals engaged and give us more chances to radicalize them. Joe Biden is just as bad as Trump on nearly every level and if he miraculously wins the gen, the DNC will be left unchecked. I'm curious on who that helps!

Hey! A genuine thank you for sending a full, non-anonymous ask.

However, the biggest thing to remember is that having a democrat in the office will lead to policy changes and will change how our country is shaped for literal decades to come.

Yes--Biden is a shit head, he would probably continue a lot of the racist and outright idiotic policies that Trump either put in place or continued from previous presidencies. I wish it weren’t true but that’s a simple fact. I agree that this sucks dick and makes me not want to vote at all.

One BIG thing is having a leader, regardless of political views, that has literally any political experience other than “accidentally got elected for four years as president”. Even compared to other presidents, even other republicans, his approach is overly militaristic, explicitly fueled by monetary gain, and he refuses to bend to even feign concern or duty towards American citizens. His open xenophobia (that has literally been UNPRECIDENTED, even to other politicians sharing his beliefs) has allowed greater mobility and reach for hate groups, and has let other politicians feel more comfortable in presenting non-coded, upfront, racist policy. It’d be one thing if it just showed the American public “oh wow, all of these places were racist the whole time”, but elevating literal concentration camps (yes, those did exist during the Obama era) to “let’s use abandoned warehouses to strip kids from their families, live in conditions we legally don’t let a lot of animals live in, and give them marked psychological scarring!”, among other things (I’m gonna put references at the end of this I’d hate to be talking purely out of my ass).

Trump is also horrifically undiplomatic--severing or straining our ties to other developed nations--, overemotional and unprofessional constantly on social media, and speaks positively on radically bigoted and backwards groups.

I think you’re giving Trump a lot of credit by saying he and Biden are equally bad. Both racist? yes. Both made bad policy decisions? oh yeah. However, Biden is still left enough that the democratic party accept him, the republican party has been squabbling since 2016 that Trump is too right-wing for republicans. Let’s have a president that even pretends to condemn Charlottesville or the dozens of other explicit hate crimes across the country. Let’s have a president that has better tax policies, or maybe even pays their taxes at all! Sure, they’re both bad! It’s a shit situation we’re in! But would you rather be trapped in a room with a child throwing trash, or a child setting the room on fire?

Oh and one other big thing, I don’t want Trump choosing the supreme court for an entire generation, thanks.

Who knows, that’s up to you I guess, and if you don’t wanna vote I can’t stop you, I mean, it’s punishment enough that you’re gonna have to live with your decision.

Here’s the biggest thing to remember: voting isn’t fair. It’s a broken system that supports those who abuse it, and those who abuse it are shitty people that don’t deserve that power. HOWEVER, refusing to vote only allows those who support people who abuse power to become more brazen in their racism, disregard for the American public, and signals to republicans “we give up! we swear we’re gonna have a revolution one of these days, but until then, you choose who’s in office!”

Biden is the wrong choice for presidency, but he’s our only choice. I don’t support Biden, I support voting, and I refuse to support letting Trump have another minute in office just to “radicalize leftists”. Not to be rude, but I think anyone who’s gonna get radicalized in this direction has been radicalized, but there are plenty of centrists that were taught “racism is bad” in grade school, but are getting a ton of support from the “racism can benefit you” crowd.

Ok, I’ve held off from the caps lock and stupid italics and bold for long enough, but “a second Trump turn would keep liberals engaged and give us more chances to radicalize them.”?!

Are you fucking kidding me???

I don’t think anyone should have to think on having their political ideologies shifted while hundreds of Americans die due to lack of access to basic necessities, having their families torn apart, and while the future of the country burns in the background. Trust me, regular republicans do enough heinous shit to radicalize me and the majority of my group, you just normally need to dig ever-so-slightly deeper than surface level to see it, and providing that information to people is something I’m willing to do to get Trump out of office.

I really hope that I’m misreading what you said there, because holy hot fuck is that the most disgusting thing I’ve heard all fuckin month.

But here’s the biggest thing! VOTING IS SO EASY TO DO. PLEASE JUST DO IT. DON’T ACTIVELY ALLOW TRUMP TO WIN. I KNOW IT’S MUCH MORE DIFFICULT IN SOME STATES COMPARED TO OTHERS, BUT IF YOU DO HAVE THAT PRIVILEGE I WILL BURN YOU TO THE GROUND IF YOU THROW IT AWAY.

Sorry, this was way longer and more of a rant than I intended. TL;DR--

Both are bad, but saying that Biden is “just as bad” as Trump is flat-out irresponsibly ignorant

One has political experience. That’s it that’s the bullet point.

As far as bad presidents go, Trump has been fuckin record breaking

Trump goes on overemotional, uneducated rants on social media, refuses to speak against extremely open, literal hate speech groups, and is straining America’s relationships with all other developed nations

There are some differences in their policies, again, both are bad, but this is not the time for black and white thinking please

A radical president radicalizes people in both directions

I can’t even properly express my distaste for the comment “a second Trump turn would keep liberals engaged and give us more chances to radicalize them” I am literally praying that I’m misinterpreting what you’re saying right now, holy fuck

IF YOU CAN VOTE AND YOU CHOOSE NOT TO, I’M MORE ENRAGED AT YOU THAN PEOPLE WHO STILL THINK THIRD-PARTIES CAN STILL WIN, BECAUSE AT LEAST THEY GIVE ENOUGH OF A SHIT TO ENGAGE WITH DEMOCRACY.

Ok references (sorry they’re all in the wrong order and of varying quality): x x x x x x x x x x x

#sorry i'll stop this shit soon #i'm just so angry #I wanna give up too bitch!!#I don't wanna vote for Biden either!!!#fucked up how that is huh??#shitpantworld

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Hello again!

This story goes more complex as I write it :D

Building from the cliff-hanger last time, I have a major responsibility of bringing this story justice. We shall meet a lot of new people this time, some of them we know from the movies, some we don't. I hope it turns out as satisfying and gripping as I intended.

All frozen and Tangled characters belong to Disney, all I own is this head-cannon and the original characters.

With that, let's continue!

Chapter 5- Of parents, their children and the legend of Flynn Rider

Even as the king and queen of Arendelle announced the arrival of princess Elsa, they were more worried about the kidnapping of princess Eva Rapunzel, which was a scandal that was starting to make the crown of Corona look bad. King Reginald deployed a massive force to look for the princess and her abductor across Europe, which was christened 'The Golden Knights'. While The Golden Knights were supported in Corona by the backing of the king, they were seen as invaders in the rest of Europe, as a legitimate threat to the sovereignty of various kingdoms in the continent. Things came to a head as The Golden Knights grew throughout Europe, with some opportunists recognizing the possibility of grabbing power. The kingdoms feared that The Golden Knights would enable the local people to hedge more power, instigate revolution and crumble the hard-earned peace after nearly three decades of war. Such was the state of early 19th century Europe, rapidly industrializing and rife with mistrust and caution even among royal families related by similar blood.

It was left to Iduna and Agnarr, who had already conceived their second child, to come to Corona's rescue; who promptly called a conference between all the European nations in the only non-aligned country on the continent, Switzerland. Nearly every country's monarch came, except for the Tsar of Russia and the Emperors of France and Great Britain, as their respective health had started to fail. They had sent their chief advisers. As for the Ottomans, they refused to attend as a gesture of defiance. With queen Iduna presiding over the meeting, king Agnarr began to speak. "Your most royal majesties, lend me your ears." Said Agnarr, as he addressed the conference "The pope has been kind enough to grant us this neutral ground in order to decide how the business of looking for princess Eva must be conducted in the continent, or beyond. Now, king Reginald saw it fit to summon a huge force to look for his daughter. It is our moral duty to help our fellow monarch in this time of distress." The Arendellian king proceeded to continue his speech when he was rudely interrupted.

"This is such a crock of shit." Spat the duke of Weselton "I personally cannot believe the energy put into searching for a lost girl of a godforsaken kingdom."

"What are you trying to say, honourable duke?" snarled king Reginald, even as Agnarr tried to calm him down.

Ignoring the implied death threat in the question, the duke continued " Every time a problem arises in Europe, it always comes from fucking Corona. Be it Napoleon deposing the former king or queen of Corona, or the king threatening war in the middle east either for restitution in Serbia from my biggest partners there; the Ottomans, or for exotic medicine for his cursed fucking wife, or now, when he sends an invading force into my fucking fief to look for his damn litter. It has been two months already, give up, let us live in some fucking piece already, and conceive again. It's not as if the princess was to be the heir anyway. Moreover, you and your wife obviously know how to-" the duke's rant was cut short as king Reginald lunged towards him, kicked him once in the gut and once under the belt, and then proceeded to throttle the life out of him.

"I'll POUND YOU TO FUCKING PIECES, YOU FUCKING WEASEL!" roared king Reginald, the six-foot three king more than a match for the five footer duke. He would have made good on his threat, had he not been held back by the kings of Arendelle, the Southern Isles and Austria-Hungary. Agnarr finally managed to pull Reginald away and slapped him in the face "What the fuck is wrong with you, Reginald?!" Agnarr screamed to Reginald in the face, and Reginald was ready in sock him in the face, when-

"SILENCE!" thundered queen Iduna and banged the dais with her hands, which stunned everyone into being quiet. "WE WILL NOT REACH AN ACCORD IF WE CONTINUE TRYING TO ANTAGONIZE THE KING OF CORONA WHEN HE FACES THIS TOUGH TIME! MOREOVER, SUCH UNPARLIAMENTARY LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THIS SOLEMN GATHERING!" Iduna finished her tirade, then began again "I shall at once direct king Agnarr and king Reginald towards a period of recess, during which time they shall settle their differences peacefully and reach common ground again. As for the duke of Weselton, his disgusting behaviour and efforts towards instigating discord in this meeting, are grounds enough for me to expel him from the conference with prejudice." Iduna finished as she settled down.

The duke was beside himself with anger "I get kicked out of the meeting for calling a spade a spade?! All right….in front of all the kings of Europe I say this, your kingdom will regret this decision, Iduna."

"Leave of your own volition before you are defenestrated." Iduna said with a voice ice-cold, as the marshals prepared to throw out the troublemaker. Anticipating a painful recovery if he were thrown out from the windows, the duke beat a hasty retreat.

"Swine" muttered king Christian of the Southern Isles under his breath.

The gathering continued more or less smoothly after the duke's departure as Agnarr and Reginald were able to calm down and join the conference again. To remove any troubling feudal implications from the Golden Knights, it was agreed to change it from an armed force to a humanitarian one; a landmark decision as no prior organization like that had ever existed. While its primary objection was to still locate the lost princess and hopefully bring her kidnapper to justice, the Golden Knights now became a proto salvation army, setting makeshift camps, soup kitchens and clinics in princess Eva's name all over Europe. Resistance was still met; but it never broke out into open revolt.

Some questioned where queen Sophia was in all this. European society expected her to be the distraught and helpless parent praying for her child's safety, rescue and return. However, queen Sophia was not most people. She had been down this road before, wallowing in her misery and praying for fortune to reverse its unkind ways. But now she knew better. As Iduna and Agnarr went to support her dear Reggie, she stayed back in order to care for baby princess Elsa. It was she who nursed the curiously cold child. When she discovered her secret as Elsa's emotions became more prominent, she embraced her presence even further. The baby ice princess was unusually intelligent for her age, always understanding when Sophia was sad, or happy, and acted accordingly, making snowflakes and loud gurgling noises, which melted the queen's heart. As for the public, queen Sophia turned her attention to public welfare, instituting public laws that protected the wages of the emerging working class in the cities, and creating a vast chain of clinics, hospitals, and orphanages and institutions, all this in princess Eva's name. Soon, it led to Corona having the most public-centred and public-friendly policies in Europe, which brought both the king and queen respect from across the continent. When asked why this sudden change, she simply answered,

"When a mother loses a child, all that love has to go somewhere. And what are the citizens of this great kingdom if not my metaphorical kids." It was a masterstroke of an answer that endeared her to the public, along with adding princess Eva's name in all her ventures. Princess Eva soon acquired a mythical status, a figure who was sacrificed to bring prosperity to the people of Corona.

As good natured and effective Sophia's take care demeanour was, it couldn't keep away the outside world from drastic change. In this din and pandemonium of all these things, the thirteenth child of king Christian was born without incident. It was a young boy, who took after his polish mother in terms of hair and eyes and took after the king in his nose and general face. His mother planned to name the prince Janus, after the great Polish king Jan Sobieski, who had led the charge of the winged hussars, ousting the Ottomans out of Vienna and protecting Europe from Ottoman dominance and suppression back in 1683. However, the king of the Southern Isles didn't care much for the name, believing it was too effeminate and silly for a prince, and had him christened to the more publicly acceptable Hans. His mother seethed at this utter disregard for her culture and identity to such an extent that, even as the baby prince was only beginning to recognize those around him, she decided to make sure prince Hans was raised Polish first. The fact that the Russian Empire, Corona and Austria-Hungary took every opportunity to carve out new territory from her ancestral home of Poland didn't help soothe her rage.

As for Sophia's policies, while they did a lot to bring the ever-increasing middle class out of poverty, it brought new problems along with them. Consider the Rhineland, the new industrial heartland of Corona. Even as the kingdom was modernizing, the climate of Northern Europe had started to change. As a result, the rains in the kingdom had started to dwindle, leaving agriculture not a very viable option for the populace. The cities of the Rhineland had started to burst at the seams with new arrivals from the countryside as a result, and the cities had become saturated with people from all walks and varieties of life as a result, from artisans, scholars and philosophers to the bargemen, dockworkers, other various blue collar jobs and veterans from the Napoleonic wars. There were a lot of orphans from the Napoleonic wars in Rhineland, and the cities had various orphanages built to accommodate them. However, while it was comparatively easy to build new spaces for those orphans to live in, trying to raise them into model members of society was a different beast all together. Soon, there were scores of kids doing odd jobs like selling trinkets, sweets or little items like candles and matchsticks on the street, sometimes sneaking into factories and demanding work from the factory owners, who readily gave them work, quietly ignoring the child labour laws the Monarchy of Corona had set up. Some found their real home on the street, joining a gang to get a piece of the action.

Two such children with these stories were Eugene and Mabel, a couple of nine-year olds who had become friends in one such orphanage. However, the two couldn't be further different from each other. Mabel believed in the good in people and honesty, raising money on her own in order to afford to go to those new-fangled schools being set up in the country. To raise said money, she often sold odd titbits on the road to pedestrians and passers-by. Eugene didn't believe in such lofty ideals, choosing instead to believe in standing up for himself and being on the never-ending hustle. Eugene was part of a gang of 10-year-old robbers led by a brutish eleven-year-old boy named Markus, and they regularly held up carriages and coaches inside and outside the city. Eugene got into the gang through his presence of mind and wit, and his ability to look innocent. It was Eugene who came up with the shivering dodge, the lucifer dodge and the scaldrum dodge. The shivering dodge was bit of play-acting, making oneself shiver by bathing in cold water, when one could get their hands on it, or wearing their thinnest clothes to make sure they shiver. Then one would go around the streets of the city, pleading for money for a warm coat or a hot beverage. As for the lucifer dodge, one carried some trinkets, and pretended to be pushed when a rich toff passed by, throwing one's merchandise on the ground. Looking at their ruined shop, they would pretend to bawl their hearts out and people would throw some coins in sympathy. Lastly, the scaldrum dodge, which Eugene found disgusting, but fell back onto in desperate times. It involved bruising oneself, by rubbing vinegar open soapy arms making them look like nasty blisters. It was uncomfortable and dirty, but at least one could get to spend a few days in the hospitals that were set up recently. Moreover, one could lay low in the hospital to stay away from watchful eyes of the law, which was beginning to crack down on gangs like theirs.

It was a clear contrast to what Markus preferred to do; garrotting. A typical garrotter used to hide in the horse-drawn carriages that carried people around. During the ride, the garrotter choked the passenger by his knuckles, being careful not to crush the windpipe and kill the unfortunate sod but enough to render them unconscious, then robbing the unconscious passenger and paying the carriage driver who was in on it. Another favourite money-maker of his was to nick purses at a public execution, to disappear into a crowd of spectators and ending up with enough wallets and cash for weeks. Last but not the least, there was always the smuggling of tea, China and other such valuables along the shipping routes of the Rhine river into all of Europe, and into Arendelle's canals and the dark sea up north as well. Markus' ways were rewarding but dangerous, as it was clearly a crime punishable by death.

Eugene's scams were far safer and as a result ,they were decent money makers, and soon a lot of kids were doing it for some pocket cash, but they had to pay tribute to Markus and Eugene, who were the clear two leaders of the gang. It was a strange camaraderie between the two of them. For to the world, Eugene went by his own name, but for Markus, he was Flynn.

"The fuck kind of name is Eugene anyway, huh? What are ya, bent?" Markus cackled once during such a talk. "The fuck does that mean, asshole?" Eugene grinned.

"It's not just the name, the whole damn act that you put, you know." Markus said.

"Brings in the dosh now, don't it? And without the noose threatening me neck" Eugene replied.

"True, but that's the street life I chose." said Markus. He loved the streets and saw no future for himself beyond that.

"You make me sad, you bastard. I see myself living in a big house, with the love of me life beside me, and an army of servants to lord over."

"Like the mansion at the outside the city huh? With your little trick?"

"Sure. However, she ain't no trick. Her name is Mabel."

"I know who she is, and I also know she don't like me."

"Well , you ain't no choir boy, punk."

"Yes and thank fuck for that."

"Ha! You twat!" Eugene laughed.

"Right back at ya, fuckin' romantic actor!" Markus laughed back.

Markus may have been an oaf, but he was right about how Mabel felt about him "That guy's a bad influence."

"A 'bad influence'? The fuck does that mean, Mabel?"

"It means he's rubbin' off you the wrong way, Eugene. In addition, if you want to cuss like a sailor, go to the barge and earn your keep."

"Bad influence, in addition, money well spent on books, eh?"

"It's our job innit? To become better and rise up?"

"Aye, that's what I'm doing, Mabel."

"Yeah, for the big house, huh?"

It was well-known throughout the orphanage how Eugene claimed that he would own that mansion one day. He used to get starry eyes when he started talking about it. If there was a child in Eugene, he came up in times like this.

"Hmm" rued Eugene.

"Speaking of that mansion, I got a job there, as a seller from the mansion." Said Mabel with a smile.

"Fuckin' result, that's damn neat!" shouted Eugene excitedly as he hugged Mabel.

"Eugene!"

"Sorry, got excited in the moment."

"That's all right, I think it's swell too. But if I want to study, I got to earn quick and stop working." finished Mabel.

"Don't worry about dosh, I always have some."

"Sure, but no more scams alright? They're cracking down on stuff like that."

"I swear I'll be sharp, Mabel."

"As for Markus, look I don't think he's that bad, but he's certainly an idiot. You gotta take care of him, make sure he doesn't land in any scuffles."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Promise?"

"Sure"

"Look at you, taking charge." Mabel grinned.

"Look at you, moving up and caring for Markus." Eugene laughed.

"Hey Mabel, call me Flynn from now on."

"No" giggled Mabel as she gave him a small peck on his cheek.

This happy mood was not to last, as it became clearer to Eugene that Mabel was becoming miserable a few months later, towards the end of the year. It was a mansion in all but name as her employer was a hard-hearted taskmaster, resorting to abuse if his targets were not met, and poor Mabel suffered the worst of it, both physical and emotional. As for Markus, his life had become tougher as the law was coming down on his operation, and it was becoming tougher to buy off the bargemen, the carriage drivers and the law as a result.

"Those sons of bitches, they dare PISS IN MY HAT?!" screamed Markus on one such day.

"Zip it Mark" Eugene tried to calm him down.

"If those bargemen don't straighten up, I'll set their fuckin' ships ablaze, you hear me, Flynn?" Markus growled.

"You realize that they can wring your neck in one go, right? Don't be stupid. Talk to them, reach an accord and put this shit to bed." Eugene spoke.

"Reach an accord? Another expression from Mabel, eh Flynn?" Markus snapped

"Don't joke about her right now, she's in terrible shape. I gotta help her too somehow."

"Then go with her, don't worry about me, I'll talk to them." Markus said

"Yeah, burning their fuckin' ships?!" Eugene exclaimed incredulously

"Hey, I was just hurtin' and blowin' off some steam there, alright Flynn? Even I know better than to engage those seven-foot giants in a mosh pit." Markus replied.

"Alright, fine. I'll go with Mabel. Just don't blow your head open, Mark." said Eugene as he went on his way to Mabel.

What he saw Mabel, it wasn't a pretty sight.

There she was, in torn rags, bruised all over, beaten half to death and possibly molested, or worse.

"Eugene!" she cried as she collapsed into his chest, his vest quickly becoming wet from her tears and her blood as she sobbed.

"Who did this?" Eugene growled, even if he had half guessed who it was.

"They abused me and….threw me out in the middle of winter to fend for myself." Mabel wept, as she caught her breath.

"The people at the mansion?"

"Yes"

"I had to do something I never thought I would do, even in the direst of situations." Mabel cried.

"What?" Eugene asked, dreading how she might answer.

"I stole a week's supplies, planning to escape from that torturous place. I thought I could get out of the city, after selling what I could, then go as far away as possible from there. But I was caught. Those bastards, they beat the life out of me, and stripped me naked and-." Mabel couldn't finish her sentence as she crumbled into sobs again.

Eugene tried holding on to her, tears ebbing out of his eyes, but Mabel pushed him away, clearly hiding something she either couldn't tell Eugene out of shame, or at a loss to explain what had been done to her. Eugene considered going to the law, but decided against it, as it wouldn't change anything. He was jolted out of his thoughts when Mabel began again,

"Eugene, you've always been good to me, thank you so much for that. But I'm afraid I must get out of this city, and never come back."

"Wait, don't go! I'll make sure they pay, I promise." Eugene pleaded.

"I can't stay here after what happened, I must leave." Mabel pleaded back.

"Eugene choked back a lump that threatened to become a bawl when he said "Alright, but at least take some cash." He gave her his day's cut of his operation, two Corona Marks, which would have been enough to sustain someone for a month.

Mabel embraced him in gratitude before scurrying out of sight. Eugene sighed "Maybe, someday, she'll come back."

Alas, but there was no joyful end to Mabel's plight, as a rival gang member, jealous of Eugene, followed Mabel and beat her up again, and robbed her at knifepoint. He didn't even spare her shawl, which she used for covering herself, leaving her further bruised, in tatters and only a few matchboxes to keep her company as it started snowing on Christmas eve.

Eugene was ignorant of this misfortune as he scurried back to Markus, who'd been done for.

It had started well for Markus, as he had managed to find common ground with the carriage drivers and most of the law enforcers, but he made the mistake of going alone without muscle to back him up. The bargemen took the opportunity to anger Markus, who lunged at them with his razor. But it was over in an instant for poor Markus, as the bargemen broke his neck with one smack of their hand, and law enforcers shot him in the head for good measure. There Markus lay dead, his face blackened and bloody onto the snowy streets.

Eugene stepped back from the corpse in horror at the realization; he'll have to turn rat to save himself.

And so he did, in the snowy, dark night of Christmas eve 1820.

He went straight to the magistrate's office, cut a deal with law enforcement to let him go, after ratting out everyone from the three rival gangs to the corrupt law enforcers and bargemen. It was mayhem in the city that night, as the rival gangs were dealt with extreme prejudice, and the other bargemen, law enforcers and carriage drivers were arrested and dealt with savagely. Even the smuggling cargo ships were set ablaze or sunk.

It was an emotionally drained and tired Eugene who started to arrange for his departure from the city on Christmas morning when he glanced at something, or someone that would stand as a sheet of flame in his memory forever.

There lay Mabel, cooped up in a street corner, under nearly half a foot of snow, frozen to death.

Evidently, the poor girl had burned up the few matchsticks that she had left to keep warm. She had also tried in vain to knock on the doors and beg to be taken in for the night. Tragically, the Christmas spirit of giving didn't apply to a supposed bottom-feeding orphan like her.

But now, a crowd had started to gather around the frozen corpse, the people now showing sympathy to the lost soul according to their convenience. Eugene moved away from the scene in disgust. He hated it, he hated them all, he hated this fucking city. Fuck them, fuck them all.

As he moved towards the outskirts of the city, his aggrieved rage renewed when he saw the big house again. It all started here, for him, for Mabel, for all of them.

Once, staying in that house was all that he ever wanted.

Now, the mere sight of that monstrosity made him retch.

He sneaked into the house's kitchen, lit some coals alight, and let them loose onto the flammable powdered flour. As for good measure, he barred all the escape routes once he came out, cut loose one of the tethered horses, and rode off into the dawn as the house started burning in earnest, and the screams of people being charred to death could be heard in the distance.

It was pandemonium with all this chaos in the city, with rumours of a certain Flynn Rider exposing the criminal gangs, the corrupt officials and the bargemen. It was further rumoured that it was the same Flynn Rider burnt down the house that rumoured tortured little children for amusement and made them work almost to death, directly in violation to the Monarch's laws.

And thus, on Christmas day 1820, the legend of Flynn Rider came to be.

Whoa, this was a painful chapter to write.

As I can see, this is shaping up to be a neat Tangled-Frozen crossover, I promise I'll get to everyone in time.

Hang in there, people!

As always, constructive feedback is always welcome.

#frozen #frozen tangled #frozen fanfiction #frozen fanfic #frozen angst #tangled #eugene tangled #frozen fandom #tangled fanfiction #tangled fandom

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sapphicsaro · 5 years

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can i request an anya fic + career day at school (preferably set when anya's 8/9 yrs old). thanks 😊

i tried to be fluffy, but you know I’m an angsty bitch !! enjoy !!

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“Okay, so remember that tomorrow is career day, kids! If your parent is coming, they will sign in with me in the morning. Have a good day everyone!”

Miss. Mitchell was a nice teacher.

Was she annoying? Maybe a little too sweet sometimes, but Anya liked her. Third grade wasn’t challenging for the young girl, but Anya enjoyed that her teacher at least tried to make it fun with activities and projects.

You might be able to say that Anya was a teacher’s favorite, which is why Miss. Mitchell noticed her apprehension at the mention of career day.

“Anya? Can you hang back for a few minutes?”

Anya furrowed her brows, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. Not at all.”

The eight year old redhead watched her classmates leave as she headed towards her teacher’s desk and took a seat on the opposite side. She crossed her arms as Miss. Mitchell stared back.

“Anya, I was wondering if you planned on having anyone come tomorrow for career day? You’re the only one who hasn’t updated me.”

“No. No one is coming.”

“Any reason why?”

Because my mom’s dead and my dad is an Avenger, but I can’t tell anyone.

“My dad’s busy,” Anya fiddled with her skirt, trying to avoid the tall blonde’s blue eyes.

“What about your mom?”

Anya felt her eyes begin to water, “She can’t.”

“Okay, well, if you need to talk, or need anything-“

“I’m fine, Miss. Mitchell. Thank you. Can I go now?”

Miss Mitchell smiled slightly and nodded, “Of course. Is your dad here to pick you up?”

She shook her head, “No, my uncle is coming today.”

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.”

Anya slipped on her backpack and grabbed her teacher’s hand as they walked towards the front of the school, out the doors where Fury stood.

“Hey spider.”

The little girl grinned widely and ran towards her “uncle” who immediately welcomed her into his arms. Anya giggled, “Hi, дядя (uncle)!”

Fury smiled as he held her, he loved her Russian. She continued her lessons because it reminded her of her mother, something she always wanted since her passing.

It’s been years, but going through elementary school without a mom made life harder. Everyone bombarded her about her mother, and Anya never told anyone what really happened. Teachers assumed she was busy, because Anya said she was, and her friends had no clue her mother was no longer around. She would tell stories to them about all the things she would do with her mother, from days at the theme park to camping out in their yard. Her imagination was wild.

Anya snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, “I’m tired.”

“What, is third grade tiring?”

“You don’t even know. I need to go home and nap.”

He chuckled, “You got it.” Placing her down, she got herself in the car, and Fury noticed Miss. Mitchell still standing nearby, watching them. “Is there something I can help you with?”

She shook her head, snapping back into focus, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just…um…actually…while you’re here…do you mind if I ask you about Anya’s home life? You don’t have to answer, obviously, it’s just-“

Nick looked back at the car, seeing that Anya already had her headphones in, “You can ask. I might not answer.”

“Right, of course,” she smiled uncomfortably again. “I was just wondering, do you know what her parents do for a living? Just because tomorrow is career day and all of the kids are either bringing in a parent or doing an activity about their parents’ job and I can’t seem to get much information from her. She talks about her mother and father all the time, but nothing about what they do.”

“What exactly does she say about them?”

“Oh, all good things. She talks about her father all the time, you know, about their hiking trips and such. But her mother, that’s who she mostly talks about.”

Nick sighed, “Oh.”

“No, no! Nothing bad. She’s all about her mother, always talking about their days together, at the theme park and the mall. She really loves her mother a lot. But, she says her parents are at work whenever I ask. And I’ve met her father, never her mother, and I still don’t know what they do exactly.”

Oh fuck.

Nick swallowed hard, “She hasn’t told you…”

“About their jobs? No.”

He glanced back at Anya who was focused on the screen in her hands, god, the poor thing. “I’m sorry, Miss-“

“Mitchell. Miss. Mitchell.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. Mitchell, but Anya’s mother passed away about four years ago before the vanished returned.”

Her smile faded quickly as she realized the reality of the situation, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“No need to apologize. She has a lot of family helping her out, and her father is very much in her life.”

“Of course. Gosh, I just wish I would have known. I have a policy of how to deal with children who have lost a parent,” the young woman look defeated.

“It’s not your fault. I’ll talk with her and her father about it. And thank you for your concern, but I’d appreciate if you let us talk about this at home first before talking to her.”

“Oh, yes! I won’t bring it up again, I promise.”

If only she knew.

If only he could tell her that Anya’s mother died to save billions of people; her sacrifice alone brought back the vanished.

But he couldn’t.

The world was still a dangerous place, and they tried to keep Anya on the down low. Hell, they had their names changed for her to be in public school. Anya’s last name was now “Baker”, and her parents were “James” and “Natalie”. Fury desperately wanted to change Anya’s name to a more common one, but Clint refused. She was too young and already lost her last name, it would be too much.

So, years ago when they sat down little four year old Anya before school started, they quizzed her on her name and she passed with flying colors.

What else could you expect from the child of two agents?

There wasn’t much Fury was unsure of, but this situation was definitely an uneasy one for him. He had continued to be a large part of Anya’s life, always being there as much as he possibly could. After losing Natasha, Fury needed to take some time for his personal life, which wasn’t really significant.

But there was Anya.

Clint welcomed the help, although he never acknowledged it. The man had struggled a lot after losing his wife, and he often did not reach out when he needed support. Neither would Fury. So they didn’t talk about it. He just came over, helped with Anya and never explained why.

Anya was knocked out on the ride back.

At least he had some time to think about how he could handle this conversation.

He carefully got her out of the car, carrying her back to the farmhouse to make sure she stayed asleep. She grumbled here and there, but Fury managed to get her all the way upstairs and in her bed without her waking up.

As he headed back downstairs, he pulled out his phone to call Clint.

Two rings later, the archer answered, “Fury, everything okay?”

Casual phone calls weren’t a thing between the two men, so obviously Clint would assume there was a problem if he was calling. “Anya is fine. But her teacher gave me some news.”

“What, is she in trouble?”

“No. But tomorrow is career day. And Anya said her parents were too busy to come in.”

“And the teacher’s suspicious?”

“Yeah, she asked me what Anya’s parents do for a living.”

“Parents?”

“Exactly.”

There was a small silence before Clint sighed, “Shit.”

“Apparently Anya has been telling everyone about the fun adventures her and her mother go on, including her teacher.”

“Did you tell her the truth?”

“I had to, Clint. We have to ensure that your covers won’t be blown.”

“I’m coming home.”

“Clint-“

“No, Fury. This is much more than her risking our covers. She’s pretending her mother is still alive. I need to be there for her.”

“I’ll talk to her about it.”

“And what? Warn her about how she’s not being a good agent?”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not Natasha, she doesn’t work for you. This is my kid we’re talking about.”

“You think I only come here to keep your covers in check? You think I’m here to work?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Jesus fuck, you’re dense if that’s all you think I’m here for. Sure, I just volunteer to watch her for the week for work purposes. Anya is family to me, Clint. And so are you, I’d hope you would have known that by now.”

Clint remained silent.

“I called you because I was worried about her. I didn’t know what I should do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. But never question my love for that little girl again.”

“I can still try to come home? We can make up a fake job or something and I’ll talk to Anya about her stories later?”

“No, you only have one more night there. You should finish the mission with Bishop.”

“Okay. Just please let me be there to talk to her about this, though.”

“Of course.”

“Keep me posted, Fury. I have to go, but call me before she goes to bed?”

“You got it. See you soon, Barton.”

“Goodbye.”

“Uncle Fury?”

He turned around to see Anya rubbing her eyes, “Hey there, munchkin. You okay?”

She yawned, “Mhmm, I just needed a nap.”

“C’mere, kiddo.”

The little girl waddled over to him, and reached out climb up into his lap. She snuggled into his chest, “Was that papa?”

“Yes it was.”

“Is he coming home?”

“One more day. Is that okay?”

She nodded, “Mhmm.”

Fury let her lay against him, her fingers picking at his shirt, “Anya?”

“Yeah?”

“How would you like it if I was your guest for career day?”

She lifted her head up, her face beaming, “Really?!”

“Of course. It’d be my honor.”

And that’s how Nick Fury ended up in a classroom at eight in the morning surrounded by third graders listening to how he “knew the Avengers” because of his old job as a “driver”.

Sure, it was a massive lie.

But it made all the kids happy, especially one little redhead.

#clintasha #clintasha au #black widow #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #clint barton #anya romanoff barton #clintasha fanfic #clintasha fanfiction #prompt #request

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sammie-e · 4 years

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Family Portrait

INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones, Steven Evans, and Samuel Evans TIME FRAME: Saturday, January 4, 2020 LOCATION: Evans’ Residence; Atlanta, Georgia SUMMARY: Steven helps Mercedes and Samuel, they could have a argument about it.

Steven moved up the stairs towards Samuel’s room, he knew his son was gone to work right now and he found it to be the perfect time to talk to Mercedes again. So, he knocked on the bedroom door where he assumed, she was and waited for her to open up.

Mercedes sat on Samuel’s bed, texting back and forth with Santana when she heard a knock at the door and she stood up, walking over to it and unlocking it before opening it up. “Oh hey, Mr. Evans,” she said with a small smile.

“Hey” Steven said as the girl opened the door. “Well, I did what you asked me to do” he said giving her an envelope. “Uh, this is the last of what’s left from his mother, I kept some of what was awarded to them. I always knew they’d blow it and they did but I would have a backup for them when they needed it” he breathed sadly, talking about his wife would always cause his heart to bleed. “So, 16 thousand dollars is what I could save” he told her “and here are the keys to an apartment downtown. Well a condo” he told her. “It’s 3 bedrooms and 2 and a half baths,” he said. “Amazing view” he told her. “I hope this helps you guys” he added softly.

Looking up at Steven, Mercedes listened to what he had to say, and she nodded slowly, smiling slightly before her smile dropped at the mention of Samuel’s mother, Steven’s late wife. “What?” she said softly, shocked. She never knew that his mother had left them any type of money or that Samuel and Dallas had wasted it. She was shocked and she was sure it showed on her face, but she continued nodding away before her mouth dropped. “Wow…” she breathed out as she took the envelope, holding it tight in her small hands. “16 thousand?” she questioned really wondering how much money had been left to them because 16 thousand was more money than she had ever seen in her entire life. As he mentioned a condo as well, Mercedes’ heart swelled in her chest. “Oh my god,” she said with tears in her eyes as she impulsively fell into Steven’s arms, hugging him tight. “Thank you so much.”

Steven watched the girl and he nodded to her “yes, if you hold on to it, I know you will be able to manage it better than he can” he confessed. As she fell into him, he tucked his lips in a bit before he hugged her back “no problem” he said quietly. “I just wanted to help…”

Hugging him, Mercedes laid her head on his chest. “You’re truly amazing,” she said before she pulled away saying, “yes, I’ll hold onto it and place it somewhere for safekeeping.” Wiping under her eyes a little, Mercedes asked, “Mr. Evans… is it okay if I call you dad or some variation of it?”

Steven smiled gently “good, I believe and trust you in doing so. You are a smart girl; I know you are capable” he said thoughtfully. “Yeah, of course” he said his heart skipping a beat at that “I am fine with that,” he told her nodding his head.

Mercedes nodded slowly. “Thank you,” she said to the compliment. Smiling brightly, Mercedes gave Steven another hug before she pulled away. “I’ll tell Sam about the condo when he gets home,” she said looking towards the clock.

Steven patted the girls back as she hugged him again “good, and…” he said softly. “Just tell him… Abe did it” he said to her. “Don’t tell him I did, he wouldn’t like it,” he told her. If Samuel knew that his godfather ‘Abe’ had gotten him a place, his attitude would be much different than expected.

Nodding, Mercedes said, “okay…” before she asked, “who exactly is Abe?”

“His godfather, their…. bad influence” he told her. “He owns a construction company, no wife, no kids. He spoils them from time to time…” Steven told her.

As Steven spoke, Mercedes nodded slowly. “Oh okay,” she said softly. Abe is another thing Samuel had never mentioned to her and she was really beginning to realize that he didn’t talk about a lot of things, especially not family or personal things. “I’ll make sure Sam ever knows it was you,” she said as she slowly turned and found a place in her things to stash the envelope until she could place it into her savings account. “Thank you again Mr. Evans.”

“No problem” Steven said making sure he gave her the keys to their new place too. “Anything I can do to help, I will try” he said leaving her.

Nodding, Mercedes took the keys from Steven tucking them away as he disappeared and she closed the door behind him before she sat down on the bed to resume her conversation with her best friend, her heart beating hard in her chest as she thought about how she was going to tell Sam about the condo.

Samuel moved through the front door, he shut it and locked it before he jogged up the steps to his bedroom. He knocked on it twice “baby” he called out.

Mercedes laid in the bed, half-sleep as the TV watched her, when she heard Samuel knocking at the door, she startled away slightly and sat up in the bed, wiping the corners of her mouth as she said, “I’m coming,” softly as she pulled herself up and moved for the door, unlocking it and opening it for her boyfriend. “Sorry,” she said softly. “I meant to unlock it, but I fell asleep,” she admitted bashfully.

As he waited for Mercedes, he tucked some hair behind his ear “hey” he said as he kissed her lips gently. “No big deal” he said moving in the room pulling her with him as she kicked the door shut with his foot. He brought her down against the bed with and he laid out across it “what’s up” Samuel said his hand stroking her belly.

Smiling softly at him, Mercedes said “hey” right back as he walked her into the room, she wrapped her arms around him until she said laid across the bed and she looked at him with a smile. “Not much,” she said softly, stroking her fingers through his hair as he stroked her stomach. “How was work?” she asked him to try to think of a way to lead into the condo.

“Eh” Samuel let fall from his lips “shit” he exclaimed. “I think I can get some overtime; I need it. Because I am so close to getting the money we need for a crib and stuff,” he told her proudly.

Mercedes bit her lip at Sam’s words, and she nodded slowly. “Well actually baby,” she began still stroking his long hair. “You don’t have to work too hard for much longer,” she said easing into it. “Your Godfather actually gave us an early baby shower gift,” she said lying through her teeth. “He dropped off the keys to a condo today,” she said lifting the keys off the nightstand to show her boyfriend.

Samuel looked to her confused “how not?” he asked her. As she went on to explain he looked to her shocked “what?” he said with a chuckle. “That’s crazy” he said kind of happy someone finally decided to help. “I knew he’d come through. My sorry ass fucking dad wasn’t going to do shit” he spat “but I knew Abe would try to help us, this is good babe!!” he exclaimed.

Mercedes listened to Samuel as he spoke ill of his father and she bit her lip, Mr. Evans has asked her not to spill the beans, but she was going to because Samuel was such an ungrateful little snot. Sitting up in the bed, Mercedes face contorted, and she sneered at him. “You take that back right now!” Pointing her finger at him she went on, “I’m not going to lie, and have you sat here and talk shit,” she said upset now. “Your father actually got us this condo and has said that he will help us in any way that he could,” she told him harshly. “You sit up here and make that man seem like the damn devil, but he has done so much for both of y’all ungrateful asses!” she said her face turning red. “He could have put both of us out on our asses when he found out I was having your baby but instead he let us stay here and has given us nothing but support and you sit up day after day and dog this man out!” she was hollering now. “Samuel your father loves you but your too damn stupid to see it! Yes, he made a mistake but he’s been trying to make up for it since and both of y’all stubborn asses have done nothing but slam the door in his face time and time again but I’m not putting up with it anymore!” she said furiously. “He got us a condo and handed me an envelope of 16 thousand dollars to set us up, money that he was able to set aside from your mother’s insurance policy, money that he refused to let you two blow through in case something like this were to happen!” her voice was raw at this point but she wasn’t done. “And dammit we’re moving into that condo rather you like it or not and you’re going to do and apologize to your dad for all the shit you’ve given him and you’re going to thank him for being so generous because he didn’t have to do this for us! You’re going to make it right Samuel because at this point your father is going to be the only grandparent our son knows!” she said with tears of anger now streaming down her face as her chest heaved. “Now go and say thank you!” she said pointing towards the door.

Samuel looked to Mercedes as she snapped, and he tilted his head. As she began to rant, he sat there listening to her and growing anger with each passing word, what did she know? She wasn’t there. He sighed heavily as he turned his head away from her, he looked elsewhere and folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t need his dad for anything. We had planned to take care of ‘his’ child on ‘his’ own without any handouts, why couldn’t she respect that. Wasn’t accepting any of this, why would his father even bother now? And how could he stash their money away from them and not say anything, he was sneaky like that. As she finished, he looked to her angrily and said, “and if I don’t?” bitterly.

Mercedes’ chest was heaving as she huffed and puffed and at his words, Mercedes let out a growl. “I will move into the condo my-damn-self!” she yelled as she stood and marched to the door opening it. “Get out! I can’t even stand to look at you right now,” she said as she rubbed her stomach as their son kicked wildly.

At her words Samuel smacked his teeth at her as she got up and told him he needed to leave he looked at her crazy. “What man?” he asked her. “No man, you wildin’” he told her.

Mercedes eyes were wide with anger and she stomped over to him, grabbing his hand and yanking him up with all her might before she began shoving him towards the door, “get out!” she repeated once more, huffing this time because she was out of breath.

Samuel looked to his girlfriend and he shook his head as she demanded he leave and kicked him out the room. Samuel smacked his teeth again and as he walked away from the house.

Mercedes plopped down on the bed, huffing and puffing from all the energy she exerted, and she placed her hands on her stomach trying to calm the baby. “It’s okay,” she said softly as she rubbed it soothingly. “I’m sorry,” she said to her stomach. “Mommy is sorry,” she whispered as she began to cry.

#thread #thread: family portrait #thread: mercedes jones #thread: steven evans

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katbot · 6 years

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Siendo deseo, deseo, Nos deseamos

This week’s Thirsty Thursday takes a peek into three different portions of my love life. I’ve been battling with the end game of this project, though it’s (hopefully) at least another 5 months in.

Siendo deseo, deseo, Nos deseamos

It’s been six weeks since my last date. Summer is cascading to an end.

Back from a weekend of Atlantic city debauchery, I decide to throw myself back in the game. I match with A, a 31 year old film maker. His pick up line is a snore. I call him out on it and within two back and forths we’ve switched to text. I’m a woman on a mission.

We decide upon Wednesday, in Harlem. A rare location but I’m vaguely still drunk from the night before; I can’t even entertain the idea of battling the heat without another shower.

I switch into shorts and a tee before grabbing a ten minute bus ride.

The bar is… A shit show.

It’s bingo night and the service is slow. I’m already judging this bloke based on his locale choices. I’ve been waiting for the bartender for about ten minutes when a tall man walks up and says my name.

He looks like a Costco brand version The Weekend. I’m on the fence about it until he opens his mouth for more than three seconds. He has an awful southern accent. When I finally get the bartender’s attention, I pay for the first round and usher us to the back patio.

It’s hot but bearable. He’s drinking a cocktail, me a Lagunitas.

He ask me about my weekend and I highlight the charitable aspect of it. He has the sleepy eyes of the Weekend paired with a defiant slouch. It reminds of a bratty kid in detention.

“Sorry. Am I boring you?” I cut myself off mid sentence, eventually too irritated continue

He apologizes then admits he’s tired.

I mean, I’m tired too but I’m here aren’t I?

I say nothing and he begins telling me about his weekend at Afropunk, a festival created to highlight black arts and music. He spent the past two days, filming it. I’m interested only because my sister has gone multiple times.

He perks up a bit, but I’ve already decided this is a waste of time. I think he can tell because he moves the topic to my profile.

“I love how blunt you are. Your profile says exactly like it is. I was worried I was getting catfish.”

Blunt. Everyone keeps saying that. I mean, I know I am – but I’m not sure it’s a compliment anymore.

“Yeah, I figure honesty is the best policy– Should I get another round?”

He picks up this one. I switch to a gin based cocktail and the conversation of video games. It’s fun, and I haven’t spoken in such detail about Metal Gear and FF3 in such a long time.

He keeps laughing and drops the sentence, “Wow I can’t believe I’m talking to a female about video games.”

It stops me in my tracks, I don’t know when female became a slang word but it’s the absolutely worst. I decide to bite my tongue giving him one more chance. I don’t wanna be relied up this late, I’ve got a drink date with Mike and my heat rash flares up when I’m angry.

We decide to go to one more bar, it’s a speak easy a few blocks down. A tells me about his problems growing up black in Texas. It’s super foreign to me. Growing up in NYC has protected me from many if not all race problems. I nod along feeling sympathy but not empathy. I tune out for a while, and wonder if my future husband will be from New York. They’re so many small nuances the city has built into me that I can’t make exceptions for.

We show up to the second bar, again I’m judging him. This isn’t a speak easy, it’s just a bar with no NAME. I hush my alcohol expert voice away and walk inside. It’s a cute bar but tiny. We grab two stools, right by the kitchen. The conversation is better, we switch to comparing Tinders, Music taste, and even our sex playlist. When I finish my first drink, I ask for a final round. When I look up, I can see he’s toasted. I’m shocked. We’ve had four cocktails….the word tipsy isn’t even in my vocabulary yet.

“You’re drunk.”

“Yeah…but I don’t want to go yet….do you wanna share a drink?”

I laugh. When he doesn’t join me I ask if he’s serious.

“Yeah,” he says. “I wouldn’t be able to finish one myself.”

“Um. Sure.”

He orders an egg white gin based cocktail that I’m positive come in a couplet.

When the waitress comes over and can’t answer if it comes in a couplet, I almost ask her to bring the glass to confirm my suspicions. I decide I’m being an asshole and let him order the drink.

It arrives in a couplet.

We share, this stupidly small drink that’s 90% egg white. I make my sips huge to end this abominable experience.

When the waitress comes around she ask how we liked it.

“Awful, may we have the check please?”

She’s taken aback, but delivers the check.

It sits there for two go rounds, the second time, the waitress picks it up and realizes there is no card down.

I can feel the vein popping out of my forehead, “Are YOU going to PAY for that?”

“Oh yeah.” A hurriedly digs into his wallet and puts down a bright orange card.

Outside, he tells me he doesn’t what the night to end.

He’s making fuck me eyes, while I rather get punched by racoons.

Lessons learned: N/A Rating: 3.5/10 App: Tinder

Siendo deseo, deseo, Nos deseamos

Mike shows up at my office unexpected. I hear shuffling feet stop right in front my of door, and when I look over, my heart explodes. I rush over for a hug and even on my tippy toes have no way of reaching the top of him.

We catch an uber to his apartment, which is a mess as per but it’s cozy. I’m stretch out on his couch, while his dog Yogi, yips around me. I love him. Before we head to the bar, I decide to take him for a walk, Mike and I catch up. It’s been almost two months since he left the office. We’ve been texting, but it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. I forgot how much I’ve missed him.

We drop Yogs off, and head down to Floyd’s, the bar we had our first date in. I make a point to sit in the same exact seats, the universe rewards me because we have the same exact bartender. A few things are different though, I’m a lot less dressed up and a lot more relaxed. Mike and I have been friends for nearly 2 years now.

Built upon many drinks, political text, and basic whinging, we’ve become close friends. Even though, we were accidentally courting while he was on break from his long term girlfriend. I still remember the day I made my move. An uncountable amount of pints, skin tight leggings with perfect makeup, I reached across the table and grabbed for his hand.

“Well….You know how I feel about you…BUTTttt. I don’t know how you feel about me…?”

That night, he paid for our rounds, and we stood in the street trying to work out the past 5 months. He begged us to continue being friends, telling me how much our relationship had changed him, we went back to his to look at pictures of his family. He asked to walk me to the train and shook my head. When he asked if I was okay, I let out a choked “No.” and sobbed the whole way home.

“SO. I got fingered by a TRUMP SUPPORTER THIS WEEKEND.”

He laughs, “How’d you know? His technique?”

We shoot the shit for a couple of hours, but around eight. I can tell he’s tired. Mike’s my friend, but the more we drink, the more I can feel that deep appreaction for him sipping out

We head back to his, and walk Yogs one more time. When he drops off at the train, we both mention how much we miss each other.

I jokingly shout, “YA NOT GONNA GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY, MIKE.”

He screams back, “I DON’T WANT TO!!”

It brings a wistful smile to my mouth.

Rating: Omitted

Siendo deseo, deseo, Nos deseamos

K checks in to see if I’m still down for a drink. I’m on the train back from Mike’s. I forgot we vaguely made plans for tonight. I tell him, I’m leaving work and will be home in about 40 minutes. We arrange to meet on his campus. The 1 train is actually running on time, so I arrive early. I cut across the Columbia campus, texting him to meet me at a local bar called Arts & Crafts.

It’s crowded as fuck, so I head to the bathroom and text K - “Nevermind.”

But when I walk out, I bump into him. He’s holding two pints of beer.

“Fuck.”

“Sorry, I’d already ordered.”

Though, I rather a gin I take the light coloured pint and take a sip.

Yuck it’s a sour. The other is a stout. I’m confused why he ordered two different extremes. I settle on the sour and we grab a bar seat.

He’s cuter than I remember. My memories aren’t that old, considering he’s been texting me nonstop from Iceland. His paleness is still stark, and he’s blonder than ever but his scruff is a plus. We down our beers and head off to find a quieter bar.

I make fun of the college freshman tours mostly to cover for how old I’m currently feeling.

We split a bottle of red wine and I begin to slur. Somehow, probably due to me – we end up at another bar. It’s loud too, but we find a booth in the back that’s quiet.

I’m having an okay time. Drinking mostly to drown thoughts I don’t want to deal with. K is looking at me like I’m a piece of art again. My voice has melted down to a groggy sex drawl.

I like the way K splits drinks. I can pay for things, but most of the time he’s up. I’m all for feminism, but it makes me feel special when guys don’t mind being one or two drinks up.

“It’s good to see you again.”

He leans in for a kiss, it’s nice.

“Thanks you too. But y'know K. You’ve only met me twice.”

“Yes. That doesn’t mean I find you less interesting.”

There’s no hesitation in my voice when I say,

“I want to fuck you, right now, tonight.”

“I would like that.”

We try to find a hotel but I refused to pay 200 dollars in the middle of a night for anything less than a boutique hotel.

He’s sleeping on his friend’s couch, and my roommates are sleeping…

I lose the sex draw, and he pays for a cab back to mine.

He’s the second person I fuck in my tiny bed.

The planks cave in my under my mattress cave, but I don’t care.

He stays the night, despite me telling him I have to get up at seven.

In the morning, he buys me ice coffee and we take the train together.

When his stop arrives, I get up on my toes and we exchange a peck on the lips.

His hand cupping my waist.

“Have a good day.”

When the train pulls off, I’m disturbed by how routine it felt.

I’m still not sure how I felt about K, but it’s 8am and I can hardly begin to unwrap that.

I blast Keane and flow along with the waves of the train, grateful it’s Friday.

Lessons learned: Try to go more with the flow Rating: 7/10 App: Tinder Extended.

#sex diaries #KDD #Thirsty thursdays #the cut #nyc #nyc dating

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matsus-and-you · 6 years

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what types of daughters would the brothers raise? i REALLY love dadmatsus they own my soul please

Osomatsu would raise: a rambunctious daughter

If there’s any one kid that’s always getting into trouble, it’s Osomatsu’s kid. Much like their father, she would wear her heart on her sleeve and be honest to a fault. She would take command of whatever group she’s a part of and make herself the self-appointed leader… regardless of whether or not that’s the wisest choice. In spite of the trouble that surrounds her, she would be a very genuine and very loving kid thanks to the endless amount of time she spends with her dad. Osomatsu would step up to the challenge and try his hardest to be the best dad possible. In spite of that, he’s still Osomatsu so an earnest attempt at helping his daughter with her homework would turn into an evening of pulling out old consoles and playing video games with her way past her bedtime. You’ve learned not to take things too seriously with Osomatsu and this reflects heavily in how both of you raise your daughter.

Karamatsu would raise: a spoiled daughter

Karamatsu has a hard time saying “no” to his brothers so what makes you think he would find this task any easier with his own daughter? Whatever daddy’s little girl wants, daddy’s little girl gets. His daughter would very much be a “one more” kid. One more candy, one more trip to the park, one more bedtime story, etc. In spite of the endless amount of doting from her father, Karamatsu’s daughter would wind up inheriting his highly empathetic (and dramatic) nature. She’s genuinely a good kid… but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop asking Karamatsu for EVERYTHING. Unfortunately, this means that you would need to be the firm hand in the family and put a stop to things before they get too out of hand. Karamatsu would understand and ultimately side with you, but he can’t help it if the most perfect, the most wonderful, the most beautiful little girl deserves everything in the world!

Choromatsu would raise: a diligent daughter

There’s a time and a place for everything and this rings true in Choromatsu’s household. Choromatsu would be the one keeping track of the schedules and writing out the week’s events in advance on a whiteboard he has placed in the kitchen. Both you and your daughter are used to this system but would try to ease Choromatsu into accepting some more spontaneity in his life. Ultimately this backfries since, according to him he’s had enough insanity to last him 6 lifetimes. In spite of wishing that her father would loosen up a bit, Choromatsu’s daughter would inevitably inherit some of these traits from him and wind up being more responsible (and serious) than her classmates. She’s a very good student with a natural talent for writing but you’re starting to grow a bit concerned over some of the subject matter in her stories…

Ichimatsu would raise: a snarky daughter

While not outspoken in the slightest, Ichimatsu can’t help but comment on bullshit whenever he sees it. Granted it’s a soft mumble most of the time but nevertheless. He tries to censor himself around his daughter since he doesn’t follow the same “honesty is the best policy” mantra like Osomatsu does but inevitably his smart-ass tendencies and dark sense of humor would rub off on his kid. This would wind up getting both you and Ichimatsu called into the school’s office to deal with your daughter’s smarmy comments and rebellious nature. It’s not like she sets out to get in trouble or is particularly loud. Like her father, she keeps to herself and spends most of her time reading about animals (she wants to be a vet someday!) It’s just that she calls out a lot of the nonsense she sees and refuses to take part in things like “busy work” and “physical education.” While Ichi would do his best to reprimand her, he can’t help but side with her most of the time. “But physical education IS bullshit,” Ichi whispers to you as you leave the school with daughter in tow.

Jyushimatsu would raise: a hyperactive daughter

If you think one Jyushi was bad just wait until you condense all of that stamina into one very small package. Jyushimatsu’s daughter would be a never-ending vessel of energy that’ll never slow down regardless of how many after-school sports you and Jyushi sign her up for. While she’s not particularly good at sports (like her father she’s pretty average), it’s her boundless energy and her sweet nature that more than makes up for it. Jyushimatsu would be an encouraging father that would go out of his way to not only support his daughter, but join her in these activities as well. Most evenings are spent outside with several brisk jogs and countless sessions of catch. Unfortunately for you, this means you’ll be dead on your feet and exhausted from the day’s activities while the both of them continue to chant in unison “HUSTLE HUSTLE! MUSCLE MUSCLE!”

Todomatsu would raise: a cunning daughter

Much like Karamatsu, Todomatsu would also spoil his daughter but nowhere near as extreme. Much like Totty, his daughter would put a heavy amount of emphasis onto her outward appearance and public persona so she would try to keep up with the latest fashions. Often times this means she will bat her eyelashes at Todomatsu and put on her cutest act in an attempt to get more allowance money out of him but he, being the master of this manipulative tactic, would seldom budge. It goes without saying that she can be a bit of a brat sometimes but this doesn’t take away from the fact that she is highly intelligent and VERY charismatic. There’s a reason why so many of her teachers and classmates love her! She is an absolute angel (if you’re not on her shit list that is.)

#BACKSTREET'S BACK ALRIGHT #osomatsu san imagines #osomatsu san scenarios #osomatsu imagine #osomatsu scenario #osomatsu #Karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #scenario #mod totoko

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triunfo-di-sablika · 3 years

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BURN THE GOLDEN COACH, BURN THE DUTCH KING, BURN DUTCH COLONIAL RACISM IN THE CARIBBEAN

An interview with Fridi Clemencia, who sells newspapers in the morning at the Zegu roundabout and cleans rich dutch white people houses the rest of the day in Curaçao:

TdS: What is your view on the recent opening of the golden coach art exhibition at the Amsterdam museum in the netherlands? Have you heard about it?

FC: Yeah while working for one of these rich makambas at Jan Sofat they was watching it on the internets and harassingly questioned me why I was totally against this symbol of dutch hyper plunder. A carriage made of stolen gold gifted to a dutch queen who stole the wealth of all these Caribbean islands the dutch colonized and enslaved. It was Wilhelmina the one still standing in front of our parliament building in Punda who was forced by the United States to sprinkle some of that political decolonization on us. She wasn’t really feeling it, she rather had us in their colonial cages for as long as possible.

TdS: And now her great-grandson Willem Alexander inaugurated the art exhibition and the museum is organizing a so-called public debate to decide what must happen with the golden coach.

FC: That is just a façade. Like Club Facade at Saliña, you remember those days? Like seriously people have to do their history and understand who we are dealing with. Apeldoorn 2009 showed us a Beatrix the head monarch in charge celebrating Queens day and she had survived an assassination car attack. Black ancestral Caribbean musical rhythms expressed through dancing bodies saved a ‘queen’ and her ‘royal’ family from dying. One of the dancers that danced for the ‘queen’ was Wilfrido Plantijn an elder from Curaçao he died on the spot and several other dancers of Ekspreshon Kultural were severly hurt too. But the queen nor her son the predecessor unlawful heir to the throne of royal plunder paid the expenses for hospital costs of the injured dancers. They refused to pay insurance money, they refused to pay for the funeral of mister Plantijn, tickets for the family for the burial of their loved one in Curaçao. Big disgrace for a family of ‘royalty’ Oranje van Nassau the most greedy bloodsuckers of this diabolical kingdom refused to pay the family and friends of a Black Caribbean man that died and prevented basically saved their ‘royal’ ass from dying. These type of colonial kaka we dealing with. My grandma used to tell us all that “the devil is dutch, these white ‘royalties’ became rich because of Black genocide.” She never lied you know.

TdS: Weird thing is that everybody accepted it nobody made a big fuzz about it, it never got mainstream media attention.

FC: For the public the dutch monarchy has to show the fairytale face to lull the masses to sleep but that other face, the real one is a face of falseness, viciousness. That behavior, these characteristics of dutch coloniality is what the dutch king willem alexander is maintaining as a tradition but he also knows that honoring his tradition he has to act as if he is a progressive white ‘royalty’ and represents for all people in the ‘kingdom’. One of the deceptions styles he uses is art and via Amsterdam museum they blind the people by centralizing the dutch racism controversy evoked by the golden coach and act as if he is a Black Lives Matter ally. By the way there were no protests, not a whistle, no silent acts of disapproval of the exhibition or the ‘king’. Is that maybe how the crumbs of dutch capitalism crumble in the netherlands? Really? No statements made, no think pieces, no social media monologues, no symposium, conference of the Black vanguard. Such a big silence for something worthy of critique and deconstruction. I

TdS: True indeed it was a golden opportunity to chant down babylon in the media or just live in their faces. It seems the consistency in their words and deeds are mismatching at times. The panel painted with half naked Black and Brown people kneeling down, being submissive to this white woman is in a museum, everybody happy for the moment.

FC: The kitoki of gold was actually a trojan horse to trick the dutch white impoverished in the beginning of the 1900s to have celestial faith in the dutch ‘royal’ family and blindly support them as saviors of the nation. And in 2021 these white people still kept ignorant and believe they need a king, the mental programming is so deep even makambas in Curaçao see them as holy figures. And kings day is one hot colonial mess too and on top of it indoctrinating these little kids in schools to believe he a saint or whatever, it’s makamba madness.

TdS: Amsterdam museum seems pretty proud

FC: Amsterdam museum can put some art in their space that softly critiques the legacy of dutch slavery in the Caribbean Africa South East India but that’s really it. The institution of a museum like this dutch one is just like its cousin the Rijksmuseum upholding veneration of dutch royalty and that is never not to be discussed after all he the ‘king’ gave permission and lend the golden kitoki and made the whole show of whiteness and inclusiveness fallacy possible. Through art the museum and the ‘king’ and his political pawns in government, parliament, local administrations and corporate world are policing how Black people should feel about dutch white hyper plunder. The bodies of our ancestors painted on that golden piece of shit are still theirs in their minds. Dutch whiteness conditions them to believe they have ownership over Caribbean Black lives. And for the non-believers they should check how the dutch government is forcing and extorting neoliberal reform in exchange of illegal covid-19 loans to impoverish the islands of Aruba, St. Martin and Curaçao even more than they already did. These type of things are not part of the conversation.

TdS: That is colonial censorship which is needed to keep these islands in the realm of enslaveability. The same reason why Bonaire, Saba, Statia to this day are not getting the same social benefits and all the other state care arrangements to live a life as the dutch whites do in the Netherlands. The so-called Black/Caribbean decolonial/decolonizing/anti-colonial people let the dutch white savagery happen because maybe they think shutting it down would mean loss of income/speaking gigs/media performances/research work?

FC: The foundation of the dutch antiblack fuckery is that white people think they are the decision makers of what happens to these racist symbols that impact the lives of Black people in the netherlands and the Caribbean. Capitalism fucks up everybody head, even the Caribbean artist are all from the netherlands. Nobody really living on these islands or Suriname have been invited to think along or create an art piece. Nobody even demanded that artists and communities living in the Caribbean should also have a voice in this whole exhibition and pseudo debate. Its art apartheid pretending to be a decolonizing project. The ‘king, the government and Holland BV has blood on their hands though.

TdS: There is a big disconnect in communication with the Caribbean and both the diaspora and the makambas don’t seem to realize how the social deadening is speeding up around here.

FC: For real for real, people acting as if the islands aint going through colonial genocide and even Suriname is struggling real hard right now and in the netherlands, white people, the diaspora and Black people in general normalize that Suriname is independent and that every hardship they go through is their own fault since 1975 and not the fault of Holland BV. And these colonial art institutions with these exhibitions constructed to keep white hyper plunder systems in power are not intended to talk about that, they are tools to keep dutch capitalism plundering so their museums can profit off their savagery. It’s a art laundromat of royalty and institutionalized racism in the netherlands and the Caribbean. 90 to 95% of these exhibitions you will see dutch white people profit from it. It’s a colonial project where the souls of Black and Brown people get extracted and dutch companies get most of the monies.

TdS; This whole decolonize this and that movement leaves a fraudulent taste doesn’t it?

FC: Listen if the Caribbean really was connected to their own people in the Caribbean they would stand up for their people and demand spaces and structural funds for art if we keep it restricted to art for the moment. Right now as we speak Museo Tula in Bandabou Kenepa has been shut down for months by neoliberal policies from the last neocolonial PAR MAN government. They even tried to sell the art and artifacts of the museum to get money. These devils be wicked, i tell you. We talking about the blackest revolutionary landscape where freedom fighters shed blood for us in 1795. This museum had to feel the financial barbarities of dutch colonialism 2021 which by international law, treaties, kingdom law is a clear violation of Black Caribbean decolonization. Where the ‘Tula Taught Me’ t-shirt army at yo? On some real shit, have you heard the white art institutions or Black curators in the netherlands expressing any outrage, the white academics of colonial history, the constitutional law experts or just anyone that strutted down the colonized catwalk of decolonization or decoloniality?

TdS: The disrespectfulness has never stopped to amaze people down here. And this is a problem that could be easily fixed but people need to see the value of things and ancestors that have shaped our current lived reality. Maybe blood needs to flow before people in the netherlands start their journey to a new awakening.

FC: It’s similar to how the art community moves in the Caribbean. You depend on the crumbs of the ruling elite to live, that is if you desire recognition and some funds. I know people that do art, my sister make amazing shit but just like me she cleaning schools with broken ceilings and roofs that lack laptops and teachers equipped to educate Black emancipatory youth. How or why is art not being made to critique the fuckupness of the Caribbean not being able to eat from their artworks especially if its anticolonial decolonial and anti ruling elite on the islands? These are all human rights issues, this why Barryl Biekman one of the peoples we should bigup and give thanks to for fighting against the golden carriage and blackface 10 years ago. She was battling dutch white media on her own and telling the makambas that these symbols and systems of dutch antiblack racism are a crime against humanity.

TdS: 10 years it took the dutch to put the golden kitoki in the museum. That’s so backwards but typifies the super slow dutch savage capitalism influenced tempo of dismantling colonial racism in the netherlands.

FC: It may take a decade or more to defund the dutch monarchy take its stolen riches back and abolish that whole institution. The dishonesty and hypocrisy to invite a king to their exhibition but to only slightly critique, fake debating the golden vehicle of ceremonial modelling but refusing to scrutinize the plunder whiteness of the dutch monarchy and the dutch government. They could never take a stance against capitalism. That’s basically what’s going on. These people and institutions have generational blockages to understand and make the connection that where art and coloniality arises in spaces that the Caribbean has to be included and demanded to take a stance against the violence of racist genocidal policies that destroy the lives of the people on the islands. Once these colonial clouds capitalistic ignorance fades away they might start shifting attention to destroy the monarchy, to wreck wicked whiteness in the corporate world and government and in their own spheres of art and academia, intellectuality.

TdS: This national debate is a joke thing right?

FC: Both Rijksmuseum and Amsterdam Museum are being run like a business. They may have banned the word ‘golden age’ but the glorious memory of that era of coloniality is still vibrant in their bones and behavior. It’s still white people leading, funding these institutions. Their target audience is white people, the exhibition is made with that in mind. Even though some Black people were involved, they also know that Blackness could never reign supreme without consequences. They have to adjust to make white people not cry out their eyes. Because they are the majority that bring the coins and can keep their careers alive in the world of art. They don’t give a shit that right now the dutch are colonizing the islands to accelerated social death. That realization is not going to be made through nice non-threatening art or a dialogue while sipping a starbucks frappuccino. They have used the traumas and tribulations of us in the Caribbean so many times and most of these moments they always excluded us and silenced our sufferation. We were never part of their projects that use the lives of our ancestors to get that bag of money, fame, power whatever. It always comes back in a different shape and form but the fuckery stays the same.

TdS: So what besides the coloniality of dutch art curating, monarchy, capitalism, colonial genocide in the Caribbean is missing what needs to discussed and turned into action?

FC: reparations is deliberately structurally left out of the chatter even the thousands of rastas in the netherlands and on the islands quiet as fuck together with these movements, the voices and faces of Black whateverness. Amsterdam as a city and their council and movements led by Black people deepened the talks about apology. The council negotiated an apology for slavery but unsurprisingly without reparations also again without linking up with the communities living in the netherlands and the Caribbean. Reparative repercussions are very real, that’s Black economic and financial violence for dutch white people but to us it’s just a ancestral linkup to rectify the past and stop the ongoing genocide and plunder by dutch whiteness in the Caribbean and make sure it never happens again. No national security risk assessment, half ass decolonization elitist intellectual foolery or debates in art institutions cant escape their fate for all the savage white fuckery they have done and still are doing to us to this day in Statia in St.Martin in Curaçao in Aruba in Bonaire in Saba and in Suriname. Don’t ever think Maxima singing a few words from Marley's Redemption Song at Keti Koti will change our avenging hearts. Niki pabo makamba stinki, niki.

#art #dutch colonialism #Caribbean #StMartin #statia #bonaire #Curacao #Saba #Aruba #monarchy #capitalism

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THE FOLLOWING RESPONSE POST IS VERY OLD: IT HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS FOR A LONG WHILE. IT IS POSTED TODAY BECAUSE DISNEYMASTER IS STILL SEEKING ATTENTION SO HE WILL GET ATTENTION.

Continuing on from this post because DM has managed to totally miss the point of our replies and make up something entirely different.

1. We are not pretending our fandom isn’t filled with Men Rights Activist, Alt-righters and corporate yes men. Because, guess what? That’s not the focus of our blog. The focus of our blog is bronies (like yourself) who make an ass out of themselves or try to look smart but in the end look like nothing less than the end of a donkey’s ass. None of us CARE about politics in the slightest, we only care about a show about pastel talking horses to escape our shitty lives.

2. We will immediately give dear Peet every ounce of respect once he starts to own up to it. What he does now is make fun of transgenders, feminists, bronies, weeboos, professional writers and everything that goes against atleast one of his policies. No one respects him but his faithful herd of cockroaches.

3. There’s a difference between pointing out flaws in a character and obsessing and hating over every trait they have and show in an episode. But, I shouldn’t try to explain that to someone who obsesses over a character getting wings and character growth…

4. Bit too late on that “blackmailing us over to Peet”. Every one of us is already blocked by Jerry and already knows our dirty laundry and absolutely doesn’t care about it. And he will certainly not care about what a pathetic little shit like you has to say.

5. This point I’m not even gonna argue with. If you really want to go as far as to call a CHILDREN’S show sexist then you’re way past the point of no return. You’re taking a show for little kids WAY too serious, even by our standards. And BTW, Rotten Tomatoes’ opinion doesn’t mean shit if the movie made it’s money back with even more to add to this day. As we speak MLP:the movie has broken 50 million dollars in the box office with still a lot of theaters to hit and the DVD and Blu-ray still to come out. One small thing doesn’t seem like a lot, but soon one small thing leads to more and soon one small thing can be the biggest thing of all.

YOU, Disneymaster, are one of those vocal minorities who think that the show is full of “right wing/centralist corporate bs”. How about you just sit back and enjoy a good series like Ducktales or watch reruns of the good ol days of MLP. That’s still 52 episode where you can just shut your yap and enjoy blandness and the glory days of Queen and Empress Faust.

- Space Mare

PS. Still can’t believe you haven’t found out who I am yet.

I find it hard to believe that this poor soul is still trying to start more issues with us because we still exist and continue to oppose the most toxic people in the community. It doesn’t matter which way they lean politically, scum is scum. Al Franken and Roy Moore sit on each side of the political spectrum, both of them are dirty abusers, deserving to rot in a prison cell for the harm they caused others

I do not know why DM insists on white knighting on behalf of someone who actually despises that part of the fanbase that threw a giant tantrum many moons ago over Twilight Sparkle’s wings. It’s like how Ephrom continues to track down Peet’s enemies, despite senpai not giving a rat’s ass about him.

Also, It’s funny how DisneyMaster feels like he can act like an asshole again despite apologizing for his actions towards the fanbase. After that, we closed the book on the Anticorns as most of them were willing to acknowledge their faults and move on. DisneyMaster tried the moral high ground approach with us and even tried to use blackmail to try and get us to remove his Encyclopedia Dramatica page (which we had no hand in despite what his paranoia would tell him) and our previous screencaps.

He also tried to shine the spotlight on the things that we have done, as Space Mare said… Peet doesn’t care and no one else cares about what you have to say. Everyone had a phase where they were reckless and pious in their beliefs. You wanted to be a hero, you fought for something you believed was noble but you were shortsighted by the part of the fanbase that wanted to wait and see where the show was going before jumping to conclusions. At some points, we wanted to make a difference, we all wanted to interact with others, beg for free art and contribute to many collaborative stories… however because of the ambiguity of text, everyone’s true feelings are masked. I don’t remember everyone I annoyed but I moved on and worked to improve. The Book of Five Rings says that the path of self improvement is a neverending cycle.

I say this because humans are social creatures and making a good first impression is the first step to building a strong bond. The point is to grow from the mistakes and move on. We’ve moved on from you, DM… why can’t you do the same?

-JoJo

To finally relieve some inner anger I’ve been feeling because Disneymaster is an obnoxious parasite that doesn’t know when to fade into a pit of nothing or won’t fucking back off and leave us alone..I’m gonna speak myself with this Linkara:

You are the most annoying, self entitled, obnoxious and downright most self important scumfuck that I have EVER fucking come across when it comes to any fandom.

AND THAT IS SAYING A LOT.

You constantly seek to complain about certain things the MLP fandom as if that’s ALL the fandom consists off. As Saturn states, E4B is not on THAT type of garbage because we aren’t INTERESTED in it, we discuss and criticize the people who make the fandom look poor or make complete ass out of themselves and come off a arrogant and think they know more in regards to a show about multicolored horses.YOU’RE the one constantly seeking the negative traits and screech the almighty heavens how “TEH BRONIEZ FANDOM IZ BAD CAUSE THIS AND THAT”.

And then we come to my favorite one:

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. OVER. THE MISGENDERING. SHIT.

We’ve stated this and stated THIS AGAIN:

The reasons we REFUSE to call Jerry “Lily” ISN’T because we have something against transgenders, hell we have transgender friends. One of the bands I’m a fan of has a transgender leader (And just so you can get it through your fucking obnoxious skull, the person in question is Laura Jane Grace of Against Me, who came out as a transgender in 2012 and even wrote an album about her struggles with gender dysphoria). The reasons we don’t call Jerry by their preferred name is because not only does Jerry show no respect to not only ex friends who dared disagree with him on certain things, no respect to his family, no respect to his own colleagues of the fandom, no respect to other fandoms,or even his fans…

He has no respect TRANSGENDERS, he even infamously snarked and attacked a transgendered individual who called out his garbage.

How do we (myself especially) respect someone who does THAT?!

Or what, does that not fit your stupid political leanings or for your SJW tendancies?

“OH YOU SHOULDN’T BE COMPLAINING OVER RINGTEAM CRITICZING CHARACTER TRAAAAITS”.

Have you looked in the mirror Mr. I-Hate-MLP-Because-Twilight-Got-Wings-And-Said-Meghan-McCarthy-Should-Be-Beaten?

“DURRRRR BE GLAD I HAVEN’T TATTLETAILED ON YOU GUYS TO JERRY WAAAH”

Jerry knows about the blog’s existence and has both shown little to no interest and even when he did, he gave the usual bitch rant he always gives towards people who call out his shit:

Obligatory insults that involve “transphobic” and “Nazi”.

Also, “MLP Sexist”. Oh sure, Gen 4 is totally sexist. A generation created by a feminist with the idea of making the show towards a general audience is “sexist”.

Do you ever fucking hear yourself, or do you love the sound of your voice that you jerk to it?

But then again, this is the same asshole who took his niece’s plushie away and has no regret over it and has even show depression over a fucking children’s show involving multicolored horses, all while screeching pity about how “nobody likes him” despite the fact he himself is his own downfall by constantly bitching at fans of the show and even comparing them to Donald Trump supporters.

Clearly we’re the bad guys compared to the guy whining about colored horse butts for about four years.

As Saturn stated, while critical reception for the movie was just mixed, it was a financial success, getting a total of $51 million at the box office and even then, it did good for it’s opening week with $21.9 million in the US and Canada. That’s ESPECIALLY impressive considering BLADE RUNNER 2049 (and by an extent, the romnatic survival film The Mountain Between Us) came out ON THE SAME DAY. Not to mention the 2017 adaptation of IT was still in theaters.

At the end of the day DM, You’re nothing but an obnoxious, annoying, and downright tumorous parasite that doesn’t know when to fuck off and leave us alone, let alone the fandom.

You really wanna know why people give you shit?

BECAUSE YOU FUCKING MAKE THEM DO IT.

YOU FUCKING SPEW POLITICAL GARBAGE OVER A CHILDREN’S SHOW, ATTACK FANS OVER SIMPLY ENJOYING THE SHOW THEY’VE GROWN TO LOVE, AND DOWNRIGHT CONSTANTLY THINK YOU’RE IN THE FUCKING RIGHT EVERY TIME.

Heck, one of your fucking DA Tags was “Disneymaster is always right”. You cry fucking pity every time because you hate how people snark at you, but then you do stupid shit like accuse a show created by FEMINIST, let alone a toy line targeted to a certain demographic of “being sexist”.

I would say take responsibility for your shitty actions, but the one time you did, you backed out f it because “WAAAAAAAH E4B ARE SAYING SHIT I DON’T LIIIKE”. Like you STILL keep doing because you can’t let shit fucking go.

Do everyone a fucking favor: Do something with your sad fucking life.

But chances are, you’ll disregard everything we’ve said because nobody else is right but you.

You fucking are sad and borderline unstable.

- deafpony.

I love how right there you admit you don’t care about what the SU fandom did, because they agree with your opinions.

Those extremest you think are all over the MLP community? They are often called out and are despised but the fandom at large. Like you.

Unlike SU, which has no problems harassing artists and staff members over petty shit because you sad losers think you’re heroes living in a crappy Young Adult novel.

“ROTTEN TOMATOS SAID MOVIE BAD ME RIGHT!!!!!!”

Who the fuck cares about what the same site that bashed A Cure for Wellness, one of the most unique horror movies of 2017? The movie still made a mint anyway. Bet you’re one of those types who freaked out because Ghostbusters 2016 flopped.

Because you’re the worst type of fan, Dumpy. You don’t care about the story, or characters, or animation, you care about how “progressive” it is. I bet that’s why you like that blander than white bread Season 1 of MLP, because Faust’s name was on it. Nothing more.

Go do something productive with your sad life. Or screech about a blog that hasn’t said a word about you again. That’s a victory for Social Justice!

#disneymaster #idiot #space mare post #jojo mod post #deafpony mod post #mod kirby

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We Made It.

A Shameless Imagined - set in the future with Yevgeny looking back at how far he and his family have come. Thank you for your kudos and comments and as always please let me know what you think.

I really love the idea of Gallavich having the chance to be a normal(ish), loving and supportive family. xx

The young man peered around the thick velvet curtain and his blue eyes located the four seats he had reserved for his family with practiced ease – he had been checking them every five minutes since the doors opened.

He felt the weight which had been resting on his shoulders for the last forty minutes evaporate and a smile touched the corner of his lips. His mother, father and both his step-father’s were there, all of them dressed in their finest. His grin widened as he saw his Dad shrug his shoulders against the fitted material of his suit jacket and tug irritably at the knot of his tie, only to be scolded and from the look on his face, told to sit still.

Yev slipped his phone out of his shoulder bag and tapped the screen a few times before switching his gaze back to his family. His Dad patted his chest and reached inside his suit jacket pocket, drawing out his phone and squinting at it before nudging Ian and asking him to read it. Yev rolled his eyes, Dad refused to admit he needed glasses now and preferred to get Ian to read things instead. He saw Ian laugh and lean close to whisper the message to his father, who grinned, said something Yev really hope no one else in the audience heard and looked around, as if expecting his son to pop up from behind him. Unable to locate Yev, he murmured something to Ian who obligingly began tapping the phone screen.

Yev felt his mobile vibrate and looked down at it.

“Dad says Fuck u. Also that he is really proud of u and u r gonna be great.”

He saw his mom lean across to Ian and after a very brief exchange his phone buzzed again

“Mom says she loves u. Good luck kiddo – from all of us.”

Smiling, Yev typed out a quick thank you and put his phone away. He needed to get warmed up but allowed himself a minute more of watching his family, he seldom saw them together like this since moving up state for college and he missed it.

Not for the first time Yevgeny Milkovich thought about what it had taken for his family to get him here. His mother, young and courageous, travelling from Russia to try her luck in the USA. His father, young and confused but willing to see that both she and the baby had a roof over their heads. Ian, gentle and kind, a second father rather than just a step-father, always there and sometimes acting as a bridge of understanding between Yev and his Dad when their tempers clashed.

Memories washed over Yevgeny and he closed his eyes letting the flow of them sooth away his nerves.

He remembered Little League games, Mom and Ian cheering him on from the stands, his Dad watching from outside the chain-link fence due to a previous altercation with another parent who made the mistake of telling Yev he sucked and making him cry. No other parents had ever heckled him again though!

Then, when he no longer wanted to play baseball, preferring to take an acting and dance class, he remembered his Mom carefully ironing his costumes before school plays and his Dad sat in the audience, always clapping the loudest, especially the time Yev forgot his lines but pushed through anyway, man, Dad had roared his approval of that at the interval so loudly that little Yev was sure he’d break the windows, but not caring because of how great that support had made him feel, right when he needed it the most.

“That’s my kid and he’s doing great! Keep going, Yevgeny!”

When he got older and tried stealing condoms from his Mom’s purse to go and meet up with Katie Ryder after school and she found out and dragged him into a Walmart to buy him his own multi-pack and scared the shit out of him by telling him about all the dick rotting diseases he could catch, determined to keep him on the straight and narrow.

Middle school graduation, Ian helping him pin his little sash in place on the stupid little gown the school made them wear, all the while beaming with pride. He’d told Yev how smart he looked and helped him style his hair with some of his Dad’s wax and it had been Ian who had lead the standing ovation as the class threw their hats at the end of the ceremony.

He remembered the time in High School that he had got caught selling weed for Uncle Iggy and carrying a gun, and nearly got expelled. He had been so scared he nearly peed his pants, sitting in the principles office, listening to his Dad plead his case, practically begging for Yev to be given a second chance and fuck the zero policy, excuse his language!

When they got home, Ian had tried to play peace maker and had succeeded in talking Dad out of killing Uncle Iggy but Dad had been so mad and then Yev had told him to chill out … Shit! It was the only time in his life that his Dad ever laid a hand on him and somehow it was that which finally got through to Yev just how serious the situation really was.

Later that evening both Dad and Ian telling him that he could do so much more, was so much better, and then Dad telling him that if he ever fucked up that hard again, he would personally drag Yev’s ass to juvie and leave him there for a few weeks and see if he still wanted to be gangster.

Dad and Ian driving him across town for tuition with Uncle Lip for months in the run up to his senior class exams, every Thursday night. No matter how much Yev said he didn’t want to go, no matter where he tried to hide out to avoid the extra study, every time his Dad found him, bundled him into the car and drove him over, waited, and then drove him home, stopping for pizza or chicken or whatever else on the way back, never acting mad about what a pain in ass Yev had been about going.

All of them, including Mom’s new husband Gus, gathered around the mail box on the day his college acceptance letters were due and the shrieking excitement which had turned into a full Gallagher pool party when he go accepted to every single one of his top choices for theatre studies with critical theory.

Mom sending him off to college, dry eyed and proud, shoving an envelope of money into his hand and telling him that if he got a girl pregnant or fucked himself up on drugs, she would kill him, then kissing him fiercely on both cheeks and waving as Dad and Ian drove him away.

Dad and Ian lugging his bags through the corridors to Yev’s dorm, setting them down and Dad looking around like he had never seen a college room before, which Yev guessed maybe he hadn’t.

“OK, well, yeah. Be good, don’t fuck up and remember to call your Mom once a week. Call me too if you got time. I fuckin’ love you.”

Then a crushing hug and another envelope of money and an admonition to fuckin’ dust or something because it was making Dad’s eyes water.

Ian giving him a much more gentle hug and telling him to call if he needed anything at all, before following after Dad and driving back to the South Side.

All those memories and so many more, all of them leading up to college graduation and a Milkovich from Chicago’s South Side being valedictorian for his classes ceremony. Yev hoped that they were half as proud of him as he was of them.

The music started in the hall and Yev picked up his cap and made his way back to his classmates ready to open the next chapter of his life.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless fanfiction #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #yevgeny milkovich #family #love

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Is breeding pigeons bad, like with cats and dogs? Has pigeon breeding messed up their genes? You were talking about how the American Fantails have trouble walking, does this apply to other breeds? Thank you for the time!!!

Keep in mind that you are asking a pigeon breeder if breeding pigeons is bad.

Just like with cats and dogs, there are ethical and unethical ways to breed pigeons, and it’s important to know which is which.

Ethical breeders keep their livestock in clean enclosures big enough to behave naturally in. They provide fresh water every day.

They have taken the time to learn about the physiology, diet, and behavior of their species or breed of choice, and they have a relationship with a vet so that all of he animals’ needs can be met to the best of their ability.

Ethical breeders work with sturdy, physically sound breeds that do not have inherent defects that make life hard for them. I don’t recommend the Archangel as an indoor pet because of it’s flightiness and incredibly high energy, but it is not an unethical breed because it’s body is perfectly sound.

If x disease or difficulty is “normal” for the breed, like a pugs difficulty breathing and poor heat tolerance, the American Fantail’s mile long list of detrimental deformities (It can barely walk and its head literally sits on its ass!), the blindness and infection and difficulty breathing caused by the overgrowth of the cere and wattle in male Barbs, the inability for some Short Faced Budapests to close their freaking GIANT eyes, the tendency for the Jacobin’s neck to COLLAPSE with age!... Then that breed cannot be considered ethical to perpetuate.

Ethical breeders test the back grounds of their breeding stock to avoid passing on genetic disease or deformities. Dogs and Cats have genetic panels available and can be screened by blood test, no actual litter required.Pigeons don’t yet, so we still have to inbreed every once in a while to check for problems in the offspring. If we find them, that line should be prevented from further breeding and other breeders with related birds need to be contacted and told.

Ethical breeders do NOT hide problems from the public! Pathogens and parasites are everywhere, so periods of quarantine are inevitable. When they come up, a breeder must be transparent about them.

For example, it’s common knowledge that Ramsey Ringnecks is currently under quarantine due to three salmonella outbreaks. Testing to prove clear begins Wednesday, and I have to pass 5 separate tests because Salmonella can go subclinical and hide to crop back up later.

For more information on our quarantine procedure and updates, check the #Quarantine tag.

Note that I do not tell my potential clients “I’m sorry. We don’t have any available right now. Check back in a few months.” Though technically true, that would bit convey any of the necessary information to my potential client.

I specify that we are closed due to salmonella quarantine, and say exactly what will be required to reopen from this point in time.

Salmonella is a zoonotic disease that can be fatal to children, elderly, and immune suppressed individuals! Hiding it and selling or allowing contact with birds that look and act healthy could potentially kill some one!

Ethical breeders track the family trees of the breeding stock as far back as possible so that they know what to expect, what to select for, what to select away from, who is related to who and how closely, and track known medical history so that a mate can be selected who will improve the next generation.

A breeder that just tosses two animals they like the look of together with out knowing their back ground or writing down who mated to who are not taking the development of their stock seriously, and not knowing could be spreading dangerous things through the gene pool to crop up later!

Selling the baby is NOT the end of an ethical breeder’s job!

We want our peeps to be happy and well cared for!

We are NOT the enemies of shelters! We want to avoid adding to their work load at all costs!

So, an ethical breeder will have a screening process in place not just to match potential clients with the best fit for them, their needs, and their home, but to dissuade a person who will be a bad fit for that species/breed of pet.

SO much neglect and abuse can be prevented just by taking the time to find out that “No, this species or breed is not a good fit for you right now. Look into x species or breed instead, or come back when x changes happen in your lifestyle.”

And then, after the peep goes home, an ethical breeder’s job sill isn’t done!

We are basically 24 hour tech support for the life of your baby. Need advice? Call us! We will not be angry if something happens. We need to know!

Having behavioral issues? My job is to walk you through correcting them! Chances are, I’ve dealt with it before and know how to smooth things over between you and your pet.

Bonus, this is more data for me to add to what I already have collected and will help me make things even easier for the next client.

Did the baby get sick? I need to know with what pathogen or parasite, what it was treated with, and how long it took to recover.

This will not just help me track immunity, but warn me to check my own flock to make sure that didn’t come home with the peep from ME! And if it did, prevent any more from possibly going home sick.

Was the baby injured? What happened? What did the vet say? What did they decide to do? How long did it take to heal? How completely did it heal?

That will help me track the overall sturdiness of the bloodline. It’s cruel to perpetuate animals that have trouble healing, and knowing about this sort of thing will help me prevent it.

And speaking of preventing things, some times life changes for people unexpectedly. Some times, people misjudge what they are prepared for and find out the hard way that they *can’t* meet a pet’s needs.

These are not bad people. Shit happens and people can be wrong.

Ethical breeders are prepared for that with a return policy. If, for what ever reason, a client ends up unable to keep their pet, the breeder will always take it back as soon as they can.

We can’t usually refund you after a certain period of time, as ethical breeding is EXPENSIVE AF! And not very profitable. (Guys, I’m lucky to make $1000 in a YEAR) We have usually spent the fees on food, vet care, or equipment with in weeks.

But there is always open space to take one of our kids back, vet it as needed, and try to make it a better match next time.

At most, there may be a delay due to quarantine, but no breeder should ever be unwilling to take one of their own back.

If a breeder can’t take care of their animals, does’t care or know who mates who, doesn’t ask any questions about how you’ll take care of it before you buy it, doesn’t answer questions after the fact, and refuses to take back a pet the owner can’t keep, avoid them like the plague!

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Chapter Twenty-Five : THE EQUALITY ACT

I bet that if you are a french citizen with no instincts to get news from the other side of the Atlantic (other than “Orange Cheeto almost starts war with Iran”), you have no idea what the Equality Act is. Don’t worry, I got it cover for you.

The Equality Act is a bill put together for the U.S. Congress that would put an amendment on the Civil Rights Act and prohibit discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity in areas as varied as education, employment, housing, credit and federal funding. On the contrary to numerous laws acted state by state, the Equality Act protects every Queer Americans from discrimination nationwide.

Why am I talking in the present tense ? I don’t know, because that law hasn’t passed yet. But bish, we close. And it’s been a 45-year fight to get there.

I DREAMED A DREAM

The first Equality Act was conceived in 1974 by Democratic U.S. Representatives Bella Abzug and Ed Koch. Same basics, plus the right to marry — something that was obtained in June 2015. It followed the path of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 that outlaws discrimination on the basis of race, color, religion, sex or national origin, theoretically pulling the plug on racial segregations and unequal application of voter registration requirements. Also following in the footsteps of, those of the Gay Liberation Movement that started in 1969 after the Stonewall Riots (That article is going to be lit!). Anyway, a bill was offered to the House Committee which decided not to proceed to a vote in the full House of Representatives.

No more concrete tries were made until 20 years later, in 1994, when a revised version of the law called Employment Non-Discrimination Act (ENDA) was introduced to the House. Not as ambitious as its predecessor, it only focused on the hiring and employment situations of LGBTQ+ people based on sexual orientation by employers with at least 15 employees. Narrow shit. Basically, there were conflicts with the inclusion of transgender people in the bill and it never came to fruition. It was presented in every Congress cycle (two years) from 1994 until this year (except between 2005 and 2007, weirdly). BTW, gender identity was added to the proposal in 2007 only. But as I’ve said earlier in my June 21st article, Bush Jr. wasn’t thrilled to see such laws and was ready to veto the cunt out of it. Another version of the ENDA passed the Senate in 2013 but didn’t survive the House.

As of 2019, The United States is one of the few Western nations not to outlaw anti-LGBT discrimination in employment nationally. Only 21 states and Washington D.C. have comprehensive laws prohibiting discrimination. In the rest of them, you can can fired for being gay, evicted for being trans and starved for being a lesbian. Seems hopeless, doesn’t it ? Well.

YOU LIVE. YOU DIE. YOU LIVE AGAIN.

What a strange time to be interested in American Politics. It seems like everything is Hell and beyond and then you get exciting news like this. I’m getting ahead of myself. As I’ve said, the law was introduced every single cycle of Congress except one for the past 25 years. In 2015, it died in committee. In 2017 well… It died in committee.

On March 13th 2019, Democratic Representative David Cicilline introduced the Equality Act of 2019 in the House of Representatives. The bill was sponsored by a total of 240 Representatives (up from 178 in 2015 and 198 in 2017), including 3 Republicans. On May 1st 2019 and on a vote of 22–10, the bill passed the House Judiciary Committee for the first time ever. By the time the bill was introduced a final time to a full vote, 8 Republicans voted in favor of the bill with absolutely no opposition from Democrats.

Now, it seems that it’s up to the Senate. When the bill was introduced, it was sponsored by 43 Democrats, 2 Independents and 1 Republican.

The Equality Act is supported across the board by non-profit organizations, Medical and Professional Associations, over 180 American Businesses, the Chamber of Commerce and countless celebrities.

TAYLOR SWIFT.

I shouldn’t even have to say anything else to convince you. TAYLOR MOTHERFUCKIN SWIFT is supporting the bill and PROMOTING it at the end of her newest music video, You Need to Calm Down (#2 on this week’s Billboard Hot 100) That alone should be a done deal. LISTEN TO HER ! RESPECT. HER. AUTHORITY !

“Shade never made anybody less gay so Oh-Oh (Oh-Oh) Oh-Oh (Oh-Oh) Oh-Oh… You need to calm down… You’re being too loud.. And I’m just like Oh-Oh (Oh-Oh) Oh…” Oops. Sorry. Where was I ? Allies ? Yes. Well, I’ve covered most of them.

SAURON’S ARMY (CUE THE HORN AND VIOLON MUSIC)

You know where this is going. Who hates the Queers more ? Straight women. No, kidding. Jesus Freaks (here we go again)

Numerous religious leaders oppose the bill for multiple reasons, first and foremost claims that it will infringe on religious liberties.

I’ll give you a fine example if there isn’t one. In July 2012, Charlie Craig and David Mullins visited a bakery named Masterpiece Cakeshop in Lakewood, Colorado. The were looking for the perfect wedding cake, you see. Well, Jack Phillips, the owner of Masterpiece Cakeship, refused to provide a cake for the special occasion. The baker said his Christian faith forbids him to make wedding cakes for gay couples and he used his First Amendment right that guarantees free speech and religious exercise in his life and business. Craig and Mullins filed a complaint and the Colorado Civil Rights Commission found the baker in clear violation of the anti-discrimination law that is still implemented in this particular state. Then Jack Phillips, on the advice of his lawyer, decided that his cake making business was more on the lines of artistic expression and not directly business-related and the case went straight to the Supreme Court. Well, fuck my drag, right ?

In July 2018, the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the baker, 7–2. Phillips’ first amendment right was protected but Craig and Mullins’ discrimination case was left unpunished. Although the court did not address the wider principle of whether businesses can refuse to serve gay people, it is clear that sooner or later, a case will come into their hands and might change for the worst the fate of Queer people in the United States. What you need to know in this situation is that the entire judicial system is being shaped by Donald Trump at the moment (and by that bitch Mitch McConnell). Since he took office, he was able to appoint two new justices to the Supreme Court. Neil Gorsuch became a member of the Court after the death of Justice Scalia — thanks to Bitch McConnell who blocked every Obama appointee until he left office) while the terrible, horrible, no good for nothing Brett Kavanaugh was appointed in 2017 to replace Justice Kennedy, even after the testimony of Christine Blasey Ford in the case of sexual assault in front of a Senate Judiciary Committee. Justices are appointed for life. Clarence Thomas has been there since 1991. Goddess Ruth Bader Ginsburg since 1993. Right now, there’s a 5–4 conservative force on the Court. If Ginsburg dies while Trump is still President, the Equality Act might never see the light of day. Bye bye to Roe v Wade as well.

I digress a bit. I was talking about Jesus freaks (who are supporting Donald Trump.. ENOUGH, ALEX. ENOUGH).

The American Family Association published an April 2019 article written by fundamentalist and social commentator Bryan Fischer denouncing the Equality Act, describing the bill as the “Homosexual Supremacy Act” and writing that discrimination against the Queer community is a “social good” and “what public policy is all about”. Here’s a fuller statement :

“There is no equality in this bill for anyone who believes that homosexuality is non-normative sexual behavior and something that should not be promoted, subsidized and celebrated, especially in our schools (…). Children will be condemned to the psychological torment of this dissonance until the day they commit suicide… which 41% of transgenders do.” Let’s just not vote and elect Bryan Fischer as this year’s Asshole Supreme, kay ? Done. Fuck off, now.

I could keep going with examples of oppositions from religious groups (The Church of Jesus Chris of Latter-Day Saints, Conference of Catholic Bishops, that cunt Cindy Jacobs etc, etc), the point is as with France, the separation of Church and State in the United States of America is only theoretical. Yes, not everyone is governed by their religious beliefs. But that minority is so strong it is able to oppress the rest of the population just by sheer conviction and impressive lobbying. Fucking Jesus Freaks.

WHAT… NOW ?

Now that the Equality Act passed the House, it is still waiting to be brought up for a vote in the Senate where Majority Leader Bitch McConnell is King and the King considers the Senate as a “graveyard for progressive measures”. That’s where we’re at. Blocked by a man with no chin and way too much cheekbones. The Republicans control the Senate and there’s not much Americans can do about it.

A poll from Reuters/Ipsos revealed that 45% of respondents incorrectly believed that federal protections for Queer people in America was already in place. Another poll from Gallup put the beliefs for new legislation at 53%.

As an American citizen (and I am not so I’m fucking powerless), there’s not much you can do but :

Sign a petition, either Taylor Swift’s on Change.org (close to 400,000 signatures have been collected as of the writing of the article) or the Human Rights Campaign petition. I signed them both and shared it on my social media. Go do that too.

Call your representatives, especially if they’re Republicans. E-mail your Senators. Lobby hard. Pressure is key to success. Politicians are worst sissies than Zaza.

Come November 2020, do not vote for Orange Cheeto. That’s ludicrous behavior, on the verge of self-sadistic.

All that to say to non-American readers, U.S politics is compelling. It’s a shit show like no other, but at least keep an eye on this Equality Act. I have atheist faith in it. Which is rational hopes on a brighter future.

“Oh Oh (Oh Oh) Oh Oh (Oh Oh) You need to just stop, Can you just not stepping on our gowns You need to calm down” - Taylor Swift, 2019.

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