#hello I’m in Delaware

[thebohemianloner]

My body aches. And it hurts to sing. And no one is moving. And I wish that I weren’t here tonight, but this is my life.

#city and colour #city & colour #sometimes vinyl #sometimes album #records #my records #dallas green #alexisonfire #vinyl records #vinyl collection #emo music #acoustic #personal #mine #my home #hello I’m in Delaware #albums of my youth #2005

[liesmultixxx]

✨this is your sign to listen to City and Colour✨

(seriously. Do it. You won’t regret it i promise)

#city and colour #music #my recommendation #sleeping sickness #save your scissors #comin’ home #hello i’m in Delaware #tagged my fav songs #they altered my brain chemistry forever

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

hello, @battleslippers brought up a pretty good point when it comes to desi!johnny cade, because what the fuck is he doing in oklahoma in the 1960’s anyway!

so now, i’m going to present possible reasons on why/how he even wound up here

a) immigrant johnny 🍅👎🏾🤬😤

is my least favorite, bcs it makes no sense for his character at all.

johnny immigrated with his family in 1965, and he was born and mostly raised in south asia

this one could be possible because there are recorded indian immigrants from this time (my sources are my family members)

i don’t like this one whatsoever because south asian lifestyles + culture are completely different, and his personality wouldn’t be anything alike to johnnys real one in the book/movie

b) east-india company 🥉

in the 1700’s, the east-india company brought indian servants to the colonies and they were recorded to be enslaved in mostly maryland and delaware. once slavery was abolished, they blended in with african-americans and were deemed as mulattoes. if this was the case, he could’ve wound up in oklahoma one way or another, so its defo not unrealistic

i can see this one being highly likely, but it was most likely mean johnny is of mixed descent (either mixed with african-american, latino, or native heritage) but i hc johnny to be mostly south asian, so think twice ab this one

c) indo-caribbean 🥈

between the years of 1838-1917 around 500k people living in colonial india were taken to the 13 colonies and the caribbean to be indentured slaves to farm sugar cane. this one could work because once these people were freed, johnnys parents/grandparents could’ve come to oklahoma and thats why hes there

this one im 50/50 about bcs it could also make johnny mixed and i dont really see it + the culture of indo-carribean people vs south asia is a little different

d) sikh migration 🏆 ⭐️🎖

in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, many sikh immigrants came to california. these people specifically came because of food shortages and drought issues. these people typically worked on railroads. as these migrants came to the us, they experienced a lot of discrimination and racism (ex/ bellingham riots) so its possible his family moved to oklahoma to escape it then had johnny

there was a bunch of more complicated history with this, but that history doesnt change the fact this explanation is possible

this ones personally my favorite, because it means johnny could be mostly south asian, he could be sikh, and he would most likely be punjabi which is exactly how i see him

(hope y’all appreciate this i spent like 30 min researching and writing this lmaoo)

(usual desi johnny tags @pumpkinsy0 @coquettejohnny btw if yall want me to stop tagging, just send a dm! i dont mind at all)

#the outsiders #theoutsiders #outsiders headcanons #desi johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #the outsiders johnny #johnnycade #j. cade #johnny cade

[irishcoyote]

Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work. 

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again. 

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair? 

She never did. 

 First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.  

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance. 

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.  

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.” 

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant. 

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?” 

She has mono. 

“Gordon Jacobs?” 

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows. 

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations. 

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones. 

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life. 

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

#fight club #fight club 1999 #angel face #angel face fight club #tyler durden #marla singer #the narrator #fight club fanfic #ricky fight club #narrator fight club #inflamed sense of rejection

[kyistell]

May we please have some NY hc’s? 👁️👁️

*not forcing*

I am so sorry for this being literal DAYS late, things happen but I still feel bad, anyway I shall deliver as it is better late than never!!

Doesn’t like planes (feel like it obvious why)

Can figure skate, likes to do so for 30 minutes as a warm up before hockey

He has a lot of scars, pretty much all on his chest and arms though he does have a good few on his legs

Met Delaware when he visited Netherlands home for the first time, he continued to visit every weekend until Netherland had to leave

Actually likes Netherland, way better than England that’s for sure

He found out that there was a another New state when he found New Mexico going through his kitchen, he still doesn’t have a single idea how NM had gotten there and neither does NM

Friendship bracelets, specifically Loom (the rubber bands)

He has some problems with his own humanity because while yes he is a state personification, he also had parents and has grandparents, something that pretty much every state except for a few have,  swimming in the Hudson didn’t help at all seeing as now he’s all sorts of something

While he and Jersey seem attached at the hip, they actually don’t spend nearly as much time together as the other states thing, yeah they are slightly attached at the hip but they will go weeks without a single hello at times

Hates change, he went through so much of it as a child that he can’t stand it now

Spinny chair go brrrrr

“I’m not autistic, I just don’t like you”

He can’t really drive, like he has his license but is terrified to use it in his own state, he prefers public transport in the city rather than driving and always lets Jersey drive whenever they are in a car

He doesn’t like fireworks, they are pretty much way to loud for him to be okay

Used to have a pet duck

#welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new york #wttsh new york #wttt headcanons #this is really short right? #i cant tell #cause im on phone #speaking of phones #i suck at typing now on my phone #donno how that happend #i am really sorry about this being so late #hopefully this is the latest ill ever be #unless ya know #i die #lolz #kyi requests

[rosethreeart]

sorry but I’ve been wheezing for 20 min thinking about the states reaction to Mason being “mom, dad, you said you were done having kids. What the fuck is that”

This so super short but the family fluff makes up for it <3

“ What the fuck is that?”

“Language, young man. And that is your new baby brother,” Abigail replied with a smile in her eyes.

Her son, Mason, wrinkled his nose in a manner  that reminded her much of his father. Abigail could hear a few of her other children snickering at their now second youngest sibling’s reaction. 

“Why is it so wrinkly?” Mason asked, a tad judgmentally, as he tilted his head.

Abigail ignored the roar of laughter the comment elicited, “He’s a newborn. They tend to be a bit, as you put it, wrinkly.” 

“They’re not on T.V.” Her son stated matter-of-fact-ly. 

“They don’t use newborns on T.V.; they use infants.” interjected the know-it-all tone that only one Benjamin “Massachusetts” Jones was known to possess.

Much to the red-headed boy’s dismay, his correction went mostly uncared for, and only really earned a few over-exaggerated eye-rolls. 

“Is he supposed to be that small?” Mason asked, leaning closer to inspect the face hidden in the little bundle.

Abigail shifted so that the boy could get a better look at the baby, “Yup.”

“Why is he quiet? I thought babies were supposed to be loud.”

“Oh trust me kiddo, they are. Give it some time.”

“What about—” Mason was cut off with an exclamation of surprise as a pair of hands descended and lifted him upwards.

“Someone’s quite the chatter-box.” Delaware teased, as he adjusted his younger sibling in his arms.

Mason’s cheeks flushed as he wrinkled his nose once more; a habit he seemed to be forming, his mother noted.

“Oh I remember someone acting the same way when he was experiencing this for the first time.” Abigail smirked as she looked pointedly at her eldest. 

She watched amused as Delaware  rapidly opened and closed his mouth like a fish and flushed a bright red. Abigail pressed her lips in a thin line to suppress the laugh when she saw him lightly kick Pennsylvania for laughing a little too hard for his liking apparently. Whilst everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying the fuss, the little baby in her arms began to stir in agitation. 

Abigail cleared her throat, garnering everyone else's attention, “Alright, alright, settle, you’re making the little guy cranky.”

“Youse got a habit of making cranky kids,” New York said through that charming sideways smile of his as he turned towards his father, who had entered the room unnoticed, merely huffed in response.

The kids kindly parted a path for the man to make his way over to Abigail, which he did without hesitation.

“Hello dear,” Lars said as he leaned down to gently place a kiss on the woman's lips.

She pretended not to hear the sound of one of her kids fake gagging at the display of affection and the quiet ‘ow’ that quickly followed.

Gently sitting at the edge of the bed, Lars took the baby from Abigail, “Alright, let’s give your mother some space to rest.”

Abigail gave him a thankful smile, as she turned to her kids and watched some of them began to protest. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the pillow and gave a sign of satisfaction and comfort. One by one her kids parted from her room, each one making sure to bid farewell to their mother, until only Delaware and little Mason were left.

Delaware began turning to walk away before Mason spoke, “Mom?” he asked.

“Yes sweetheart?” Abigail replied, forcing her tired eyes to stay open for at least a few more moments.

“Do you think I’ll be a good big brother?”

“I think you’d be a great one.”

Delaware ruffled the little boys hair, “Don’t worry, I’m here to show you the ropes.”

Mason giggled and waved at his mother, “Bye-bye mom, sleep tight!”

Abigail closed her eyes, pulled up her blanket, snuggled deep into her bed, and smiled, “I’ll make sure to not let the bed bugs bite...”

The last things she heard were the quiet footsteps of her eldest, the click of the light, and the shutting of the door, before she peacefully drifted off to sleep.

#hetalia #aph nyo america #aph molossia #aph de #aph ma #aph ny #aph netherlands #nedame #my writing

[fetchmearum420]

1776 characters in a group chat part 2:

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#1776 musical #group chat #lmao #I don’t even know #1776 film #what if #420

[polarcoconut]

Hello! How are you doing today? Just saw your post and I'd like to join your game if it's possible. My initials are SS. Something I assume about my fs is that they're probably don't have the same nationally as me.

Take care<3

hello i’m good today hbu

delaware, connecticut, rome

you too <3

#hellomochiq

[nancypullen]

Nine Days Later...

Good grief, I posted about the powder room makeover and then disappeared.  We’ve been busy around here.  I’ve been doing lots of yard work and that makes me happy.  I have high hopes.  I’ve been cleaning up the tree line, raking fertilizer and soil into flowers beds, scattering zinnia seeds and sunflower seeds (cross your fingers) and generally getting ready for the blooming season.  It’s weird not having a plant nursery nearby.  There are a couple of small greenhouses, but right now they have mostly veggies, hanging baskets, and ferns.  I’m on the hunt for a flat of red vinca and maybe some speedwell.   Last week we drove into Dover to visit Home Depot.  It’s nearly an hour trip and it looks mostly like this.

Loads of farms and everything is looking green. Hello, spring! There’s a Lowe’s closer to us, but there’s no sales tax in Delaware.  Does it make sense to use extra gas to avoid sales tax?  I guess it depends on how large of a purchase you’re making.  For us, it’s fencing.  I just want a strip of pretty fence in the back yard between us and the woodsy area. If we can get it done soon I can create a pretty flower bed in front of it. I’ve done my part.  The mister bought me this little beauty and I spent two days taking out small trees and all manner of scrubby, weedy, bushes.

I have a fabulous chainsaw (it’s PINK!) but this was perfect for the job at hand.  It came with two batteries, so no gas or power cords are involved.  It’s lightweight but packs a punch.  It zipped through everything I needed to zip through and in no time at all I had piles of trunks and branches for the town to pick up.  It was a hot mess back there, and now it looks much tidier. I look like I fought off a mountain lion, but it’s done!  I’ll share pics when the fence is up.  Well, maybe sooner - as soon as the piles of tree remains get picked up.    One individual who is enjoying that tree line is Stanley.  He lounges under the birdfeeder and plays in the birdbath. He also drinks from the bird bath, but he spends a lot of time making ripples and chasing leaves around in the water.

That was pre-cleanup.  I snapped it through the kitchen window.  I don’t know Stanley’s real name, I just know that I worried about him all winter and then a couple of weeks ago he showed up wearing a collar bearing a last name and an address just two houses down.  I may be responsible for his pot belly.  I was just trying to get him through the cold months.  Oops. But back to the yard - my little Jane Magnolia bloomed like crazy, even though she’s barely a yard high.  I planted a lilac bush and a beauty berry bush (for the birdies). I put some Morning Glory seeds in the ground near the corner of the porch, hoping that it twines along the porch railings and offers pretty blue blooms.  Mickey hung a birdhouse in the Crape Myrtle tree for me, that’s also at the corner of the porch.  The front porch is in an L shape and I’ve claimed that short side as my own.  That’s where the tree is, that’s where I’ll hang a hummingbird feeder, that’s where the lilac is planted and where I hope the Morning Glory vines will bloom.  Mickey put a little wicker loveseat there for me and I can sit in the shade and listen to bird song and smell the gardens.  I’m finding my way home again.  It takes a lot of hard work to carve out a patch of paradise, but we’re getting there.  It’ll be years before most of what I’m planting matures, but by then I’ll be grateful.  Heck, I’m grateful now. I’m also very grateful for my sister.  She drove over last week and brought a car load of dolls and doll paraphernalia.  Her daughter was into all of the American Girl stuff and she no longer wanted any of it.  Two lovely dolls, beds, clothes, all manner of sports equipment (even a pup tent) , a salon chair for getting their hair done.  There are even books! I took some time to empty the closet in the grandgirl’s room to make way for all of this wonderful treasure.  While I was organizing the bounty a certain kitty claimed the bunk beds. 

She fell into a deep sleep, so I saved the beds for last. I should have poked her, gotten in her face, sat on her chest, and cried.  That’s what she does to me in the morning.  Anyway, I’m grateful for my very generous sister.  Our little miss will have a ball with all of this.

Did I mention how much fun the grandgirl had with the Egg-mazing?

You just pop a hard boiled egg into that egg-shaped spot and turn on the motor.  It spins the egg while you apply color.  These eggs were created by a 5 year old!

Prettiest eggs in town!  Easter already feels like a month ago. We’ve got a lot to look forward to - blooming season, grilling season, beach season, and more!  MY two sweet sons have planned a trip for July and will be flying off to Berlin and then to Prague.  I know they’ll have a blast.  They’ll probably visit plenty of spy museums and WWII sites.  I want them to go to the Lennon Wall in Prague and write, “My mom said to be nice.” Sorry for the boring post but I’ve been spending my days cutting down trees and digging in the dirt.  If it kills me I’m going to make every corner of this place beautiful.  Then I’ll sit on my little loveseat  on the porch, under the shade of a tree full of singing birds, and enjoy the heck out of it. Come sit with me! I’ll make lemonade and finger sandwiches and we’ll talk about nothing and everything. Doesn’t that sound nice? Alright, I’m calling it a night. I’ve got some crafty stuff in the works and I’ll share that with you tomorrow.  For now I’m off to a bubble bath and then I’m getting under the covers with a cat and a book. Livin’ on the edge. I hope that spring is filling your world with delight right now, wherever you are.  I know some areas are getting winter’s last blast, but I’ll bet that daffodils are right behind it.  Keep the faith! Stay safe, stay well, take good care.

XOXO, Nancy

[nmc-ocs-and-stories]

There are things in this world.

Things that are both human and not.

The form of man, twisted by forces we don’t fully understand to become something else. Or sometimes, it’s something else from the start.

People don’t like to talk about it outside of Death. The werewolves, the vampires, ghosts, or the things we don’t have names for yet.

In Death we simply speak about them as they exist: Monster or not they’re still people.

I think ‘monster’ is a stupid word most of the time anyway.

Too much of what we call the behavior of a ‘monster’ is just the behavior of fear.

Things lash out when they’re scared.

Humans lash out when they’re scared.

I’m human. I lash out sometimes. I don’t feel very monstrous.

But I guess if someone called me that every day of my life for years on end I probably would.

It’s why I don’t blame the things that run into the woods around here, lose the humanity they had. If nobody treats you with any compassion it’s only natural you forget what it is eventually, right? And these woods are a good place to disappear. They’re huge. It’s a crazy long drive to anywhere.

But there are roads through there.

And sometimes things go close to the road. Usually we don’t do much about it. Usually it’s a vampire or a werewolf that’ll move on on their own soon enough.

If my hunch is right, what’s out there this time is pretty close but. Not quite.

It’s funny how despite the differences, a vampire is still ‘human’ enough to leave a spirit behind once it dies, if it dies afraid enough.

So here I am.

Out here in the snow and cold at 3 am, with a camera I half put together myself, a flashlight, and a backpack filled with every emergency plan I can think of.

Jaxon told me not to come out here.

Jaxon would be pissed at me if he knew I came out here alone without calling him. I guess that’s what best friends are for, they worry.

“Hello?” I wait. Saying hi didn’t usually didn’t work. Sometimes it did.

The road is silent.

“My name is Delaware Forest. You can call me Del. I’m here to help you.”

Maybe it just appeared to cars? Spirits are particular like that sometimes. Habits form in death as easy as in life.

“… I know you’ve been sorta. Attacking drivers out here.” I pause, walking down the road, “It must be scary to be out here alone all the time… it must be cold. I. Have a blanket in my bag?”

I hear a soft crunch behind me.

I turn around.

The thing is hunched, ragged, they hiss and cover their eyes when the flashlight hits them. I quickly angle it away. It was transparent. Living vampires aren’t transparent.

They look starved. Their skin looks devoid of blood. Their eyes shine in the dark, red and hungry. Their clothes hang off their body awkwardly, their hair is matted.

There is frost on their skin.

Poor thing. They must have been so confused. So cold and hungry and scared.

They were probably hit by a truck out here. Alone.

“Hey there.” I take off my bag, dropping it on the ground, opening it and taking out the blanket, “You’ve been out here a while, huh?”

They stare at me, unblinking, unmoving.

“Can you talk?”

“… yes.” Their voice was hoarse, like they hadn’t used it in forever.

“… do you want to?” I’m not sure why I asked that. It feels stupid now. Probably not, they’ve been dead in the woods for lord knows how long.

“You want to make me leave.” They hissed, “Don’t you?” Or maybe they do want to talk.

“Not really.” I shrug, “You’ll leave when you’re ready. You have more of a right to be out here than I do, really.” I take a step forward, and they crawl back. Okay. I use my foot to try and clear as much snow as possible from a patch of ground, thanking whatever’s up there that it wasn’t as thick as it usually would be this time of year.

I put down the blanket and back away.

“… you are. A strange human.” The vampire tilted their head at me, slowly creeping forward, before snatching the blanket, wrapping it around themself.

“I get that a lot. Do you have a name?”

“… I was called. Iris.”

“That’s a nice name… if you don’t mind me asking, why stay here? I don’t mean uh-earth but. This road. You don’t like the vehicles but. This is the *only* place they are for literal miles. Are you stuck?”

Iris goes silent, they seem to be thinking. I’ve noticed a lot of times ghosts that think they’re stuck just. Haven’t tried leaving. Finally they spoke again.

“… I’m scared.”

“… It is pretty creepy out here.” I agree.

“I’ve been alone for so long… I. Have been afraid for so long. You don’t know what it’s like… waking up and you’re. Different. And everything hurts. And you’re so hungry you can’t think-that bastard left me there. He just left me there. I didn’t know what to do and-and I ran-and things got worse, and then that truck I…” They trailed off, “I was so scared. I’m so scared.”

“… I’m sorry. That sounds awful.” The stories from these ghosts are never easy. I’m probably going to cry the minute I get home. I can’t imagine any of that. It did sound awful.

“… I can’t go home.”

“… But you don’t have to stay here.”

A pause. “Can I keep the blanket? If I go? It’s warm. I don’t want to be cold again.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” Iris looked out at the woods, still huddled in the blanket, “… I don’t know where I’ll go but. I hope I’ll be able to see the moon. The trees are so thick here.” The road was the only place you could see the moon… that’s. Probably why they stayed for so long.

“I bet it’s gonna look brighter than you’ve ever seen it before.”

Iris awkwardly stands, stumbling a bit, clutching the blanket around themself. It takes them a moment to find their footing, and they begin walking, past me, down the road. It isn’t what I had originally expected, but they’re moving. That’s something.

I don’t know if I’ve done anything good here today.

Iris could just start attacking vehicles somewhere else.

But I think I’ve made them realize they do still have some control, even if they’ll never be alive again, and even if they’re still not ready to move on…

They don’t have to stay somewhere they hate.

Maybe that’ll be enough.

You never really know. But you can always hope.

#Welcome to Death #Delaware Forest #woo started Del’s revamp #writing #my writing #ghost hunting writing #kinda #long post

[ask-the-usa-manor]

Hmmm, Lets get one of their perspectives on it shall we? Could someone call New Sweden? Pretty sure it was mentioned ages ago that She's Del's mom.

I want to hear her thoughts.

(Im not letting this go,)

“I’m sure there’s no need to call her,” America laughed nervously, “There’s no need to bother her at all!”

“Hello, Ame.”

“HOLY F—!” United States yelped, swerving around to face New Sweden, “I— YOU— DID YOU CLIMB THROUGH THE FRIGGIN’ WINDOW!? WE’RE ON THE THIRD FLOOR!”

New Sweden seemed unamused.

“Hej, Mamma!” Delaware gleefully greeted.

“Ah. Right. Hey New Sweden!” America waved, “Nice to see you, but I have uh… closets to… organize?”

Delaware frowned, “You already organized all the closets on Mother’s Day—”

“Anyway,” America started, ushering New Sweden down the stairs and out of the house, “Thanks for stopping by. Always nice to see an old friend, but uh... Bye.”

With that, America closed the front door behind New Sweden and locked it as he sighed with relief.

“Nice try, but I’m not leaving until I answer the Anon,” New Sweden’s voice rang behind him.

“SON OF A—!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Anon! As you know, I’m New Sweden,” New Sweden introduced herself, offering the Anon a handshake, “And to answer your question... Well, I personally don't care about his love life. None of my business. But I guess the number of partners he’s had is both odd and slightly impressive considering that he’s... Well, him.”

“Ooooo,” California chimed in, sharing popcorn with Neveda as the two watched the conversation.

“Thank you, New Sweden,” America said sarcastically.

[nicholas-ratush]

Not me in 10 years

You wouldn’t think of Philly as a white-collar town. If you haven’t seen that side in a while, get invisible, won’t you? Check it out more for yourself.

Some people in Philly can’t wait to tell you about this city’s blue-collar drive for labor. Won’t you believe some of us still didn’t learn not to drive down 76 at 2 pm or walk down K&A at night? Someone else was telling me they didn't think it was a good idea to drink tap water. I don’t think it’s terrible, and will always tell people what to do. Yet, may I recommend avoiding the potholes around Philly?

If you get stuck in one when the road freezes in the winter, you should only worry you didn’t keep a bag of sand, in your car’s trunk. Some people would say a bump in the road can be fun. Others would say Watch out! No mechanic will ever complain about them yet, won’t you know how much damage they can do to our suspensions and body kits? Some people are amazing and do it themselves. Others, like myself, have two left hands.

I don’t think you care that this big oaf was born and raised in the Delaware Valley, on this tiny chunk of land, just outside Newtown Square in Philadelphia's South-western suburbs. My friends used to say about Philadelphia; it’s rare for a city to offer such diverse opportunities to see the love for family, neighbors, and friends and enjoy each other’s company very seldom. I don’t think we feel it so intensely or often that we can never seem to forget nothing, leaving it somewhere between Jefferson’s Sanitation center and the waterworks off Kelly Drive.

I don’t think my parent's 10-year separation still affects me. As you can imagine, I’m too busy with my social events calendar to take on and solve my parents' problems in a systemic, efficient manner. I don’t think it’s been too emotionally taxing for everyone involved, and I don’t think it will end any time soon since we, the siblings, know we cannot do anything about it. 

I don’t think I can tell you enough about how blessed I am. My parents bought me a house last year. I don’t think it was expensive, and I don’t compare, yet I’m so grateful for their actions, contributions, and the labor they provide for our family.

Switching gears to how blessed we are, I think the local municipalities provide many opportunities to showcase our loyalty to our passions, get moving in the community, and witness the beautiful arts, clean parks, planned civil projects, and dynamic evolution to civil sustainability and general well-being.

I don’t think we can ever be as Grand as New York. I don’t wish I could go back. Someone think this guy might be spending too much time with Valley Girls, and I don’t care..

I don’t think I’ve been too harsh on myself. Some people won’t ever find a way to improve their memory and intuition. Won’t I? I don’t think I’ve managed amazingly well on my own.

I don’t think I’m afraid of commitment, lack self-awareness, nor can rush too quickly my neighbor’s problems. I don’t think I have a lot of food in the fridge, but don’t come down, and you won’t get fed. In this city, people don’t say hello. They don’t say goodbye. They won’t ask you a question, unless they need your help, money, time, or services.

Please do me a kindness, don’t ask me any questions. I don’t have answers for you. I have my reasons. I know you’d love my non-answers. I don’t think you believe me, so won’t you ask me how I plan to mitigate that? Don’t you want to tell me to shut the fuck up already?

Growing up in what feels like a millennium ago, in a city that usually sleeps, I don’t think I realized how grateful everyone has been to please me. Neighbors, family, friends, and the few pets we allowed in the house…it was the greatest blessing. I don’t think it was the privilege of growing up in a relatively small, average family, never feeling unique: one mom, one dad, a brother, two sisters, a dog, and my grandparents. I don’t think I could feel more blessed than I do right now.

Very few people here would take a stereotype so far as to say that “the families (here in the Northeast) eat their young, " metaphorically speaking. Doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t be awed.  The Delaware valley’s exceptional diversity spreads across many economic and cultural lines. Remember those diverse friends someone was telling you about?  I was able to experience a wide range of heritages thanks to the Jewish Shabbat dinners, Peruvian Quinceañeras, and Latvian Orthodox Easter Sundays.

Didn’t I tell you about my diverse friend group already? Although my own family was not particularly religious nor culturally focused, Won’t you know how amazing of a support system they’ve been to me? Won’t you know I was blessed with a cultureless, international clientele and got to travel to a few European countries? I’m blessed to have had the opportunity to help my father sustain our family here in America…save we die as paupers and vagabonds, Hashem forbid. 

I don’t think we ever needed to remain prepared for changes in the air. Wawa was a lifesaver. I don’t know anything about today or tomorrow, and I am grateful those changes were coming quickly, regardless. I knew they always slapped a bit too hard right at the end of the season, but won’t you know we’re a tough bunch? Come down to the stadiums. Not an athlete, but maybe some people will get together soon, and they might also enjoy having 30,000 people screaming, “you suck.” Let’s go.

As Philadelphia's climate can be unpredictable, Delaware Valley's inhabitants naturally adopt standard patterns suitable for extreme temperature changes. In a turn of seasonal unpredictability, the variance requires a turtleneck, a light jacket, and a scarf to get through most days. The kids around here love to chill, and I always tell them where their coat is. This changing weather makes it so much easier for them to get up, course correct, and before I know it, their lazy nature, confusion, and gratitude to their neighbors for being the kindest, most honest, and hopelessly optimistic bunch.

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Spring - XXVII - Civil Dispute

The car ride blurs by, and America leans heavily into Russia's shoulder, his eyes half-open.

“Russia?”

Hello Meri,” Russia replies with a love-sick smile.

“Dixie?” America asks after a second of silence, his voice breathy.

“He’s up here,” Texas says between his teeth.

“Texas?”

“What?”

“What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“Dixie had broken fucking ribs and was walking around on a broken ankle! You think I wouldn’t be bothered?”

“Texas!” New York shouts, “He doesn’t know that!”

“He does now. And he didn't even tell us about his broken arm or anything.”

“What’s with the IV?” America asks, his voice strangely calm.

“Bloodloss,” Georgia replies blandly.

“He was so hurt and he didn’t tell anyone,” Delaware announces, his voice wavering.

Dixie groans.

“The doctor also gave me a whole bunch of pain meds for Dixie, alone,” New York says, rattling a few pill bottles in his hand.

The car falls into an unsettling stillness as Delaware stiffly drives the car back to the house, taking a few extra turns. Once they park, Dixie sits up.

“Dixie, don’t you dare,” Texas snaps.

“What? Get out and walk?”

“Yes!” New York replies.

“Why not?”

“I got one of Neb’s spare chairs,” someone volunteers meekly from outside the car.

The states force Dixie into the chair, which was reminiscent of a hospital chair. Russia limps inside behind them, leaning against Kentucky.

Once they are inside, Russia watches everyone in the room freeze at Dixie’s entrance.

“Howdy,” Dixie says, waving his bandaged arm.

“Dixie?” Arizona asks, her voice shaking, “what happened to you?”

“Were you guys attacked on the way there?” California asks from her place hovering outside the door.

“No,” New Jersey says bluntly, “he was already this hurt.”

“And we’re about to figure out why,” New York adds, placing his hands on his hips.

“It’s not that bad,” Dixie says pleasantly.

The other countries exit with side-glances and the states fill the room, barely leaving Russia enough room to breathe.

“Dixie,” America says, “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m fine,” Dixie says, his tone steady.

Russia’s heart skips a beat.

‘If I close my eyes, I could believe him.’

The states exchange glances before Texas stomps his foot. Tears trace his face and he grinds his teeth.

“How long have you been lying?” Texas asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Stop avoiding the question,” New York interjects.

“How long have you been hiding injuries?” America asks, going to stand before tumbling back with a yelp.

“I don’t think you wanna know that,” Dixie replies with a pained smile.

“Then why?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?” America shouts, “how long have you been almost dying and why would you be hiding it like this?”

“Why not?”

“Because we care about you!”

“And what if I deserve it?”

A wet blanket fills the room as America’s eyes widen. Russia feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Dixie?” America asks.

“What?” Dixie asks with a shrug and a curt laugh, “I deserve all the pain the universe can throw at me.”

“What? You don’t deserve this!”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The provinces skirt around the boundaries of the room as Canada tries to pull them back, but Russia can see the curiosity in Canada’s eyes.

“Because you don’t,” America insists.

Dixie laughs bitterly, pulling at his bandages for a moment before grimacing and letting go.

“I don’t think you understand,” Dixie says, “You were always too forgiving to give me what I deserved.”

“Too forgiving?” New Jersey asks.

“Yeah, you all were.”

The older states all stand up, their shoulders tense. Delaware’s shoulders shake as his chest heaves.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” New Jersey snaps, “we were horrible to you!”

America watches New Jersey and Dixie with eyes the size of plates, his head whipping back and forth between them.

“What?” America asks.

“Do you remember the bruises you would find on Dixie every time you came home?” New Jersey asks.

Dixie’s eyes go wide for a moment before he schools his expression.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Dixie insists, waving his hands in the way he can as if to dismiss the concern.

“What are y’all talking about?” America asks, his voice shaking.

“It’s nothing,” Dixie says.

“I knew you didn’t tell him,” New Jersey says, fire in his eyes as he turns to his siblings, “I told you he didn’t know.”

New York’s chest shows hyperventilation, and Texas takes off his hat, holding it to his chest. Russia finds himself watching, completely entranced by the suction of the fight.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Dixie says desperately.

“We did that,” New Jersey says, tears in his eyes as he faces America, “we did it to him, Dad. We would beat him and take away food.” New Jersey turns back to Dixie with tears falling onto his cheeks. “We tortured you!”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it wasn’t!” New Jersey shouts, stomping toward Dixie, “The only line we drew was so that Dad wouldn’t have to reset any of your bones! Does that sound okay to you?”

Russia turns and sees America looking at his other children, his eyes wide and his face painted with tears.

“Guys?” America calls weakly.

The teens shrink.

“No one told me?” America asks, his voice shaking and cracking.

Dixie looks away.

“Jersey?” Montana calls.

“We did it too,” Delaware chokes, stepping forward.

“Why?” Arizona asks.

“You weren’t old enough,” Virginia says, not looking up, “you wouldn’t understand.”

“How did I not notice?” America asks, clutching the sides of his head.

America’s head whips back up and he looks around, a toothy grimace on his face as tears fall.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? I don’t know about injuries, I don’t know about the conflict, I don’t know about anything! And those times I had to resurrect Dixie?”

Delaware looks away before nodding.

“You did that?” America asks breathlessly.

“We weren’t thinking,” Massachusetts says, his voice dripping with regret, “we were stupid kids who didn’t understand what we were really doing. And then we were too scared of ‘getting into trouble’ to tell you.”

“It was mostly us,” Delaware says, waving to the eldest of the teens, “the younger kids didn’t really understand what was going on.”

“And you asked him not to tell me?” America asks.

“No,” New Jersey says bluntly, “we didn’t ask him anything like that. He just didn’t.”

“Sometimes I wished he would’ve,” Alabama says.

“Dixie,” America says.

Dixie’s head whips up and he meets America’s eyes.

“Why don’t you tell me how much pain you’re in?” America asks, his voice slow, filling the room with battery acid blue, “and why didn’t you let me help you? Not even just then, but now? You don’t tell me anything. Why?”

“He didn’t want you to know,” Russia says quietly, conversations replaying in his head.

America spins faster than Russia can see. Russia sees the betrayal in America’s eyes and it makes his heart crack.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” America questions.

“It wasn’t my place.”

“And did you know that Dixie’s healing factor is in half if not less?” New York asks, unhinged laughter in his words.

Russia sighs in relief.

America snatches his shoulders.

“You knew?”

“I thought it was worse,” Russia mutters.

“You knew?”

“I was only assuming,” Russia replies, trying to keep his expression neutral.

America throws his arms up and blue magic drips from his mouth.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“You didn’t ask,” Russia snaps back, regret filtering into his lungs as soon as the sentence left his lips.

“So you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I didn’t know you didn’t know.”

America growls loud enough for Russia to feel in the air. America snarls before rubbing his face. He pushes himself to his feet and no one tries to stop him. America scrambles for the stairs, but he stops at the bottom.

Russia finds himself looking into the eyes of someone whose world was completely shattered. His heart lodges itself into his throat.

‘I’m sorry.’

Russia sighs and slouches back into the couch as activity slowly continues around him. He rubs his face as his eyes drift closed.

‘How are we going to fix this?’

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6/3/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Proverbs 1-3

Today is the third day of June. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I am Brian. It is wonderful to be here with you today as we can greet a brand new week together. I know this is not the voice you were planning on hearing. You were looking forward to hearing China and China has gotten sick and she's pregnant and sick and has a little baby and so there's a lot going on there. So Jill was back and now Jill has gotten sick and I'm kind of the last man standing, although I was sick earlier, it's just kind of running through us and we stay ready for that kind of stuff, but everybody, it's just kind of run through as a wave. And so here we are. And I have the distinct privilege of being here with you today around the global campfire, around the chronological reading of the scriptures. So let's dive in. Let's jump into this week together and see what comes our way. We are at the beginning of some brand new territory and that is the book of Proverbs. That's exciting. That's a book that gives unfiltered wisdom and advice that has stood the test of time into our lives. And so let's take it on board today. Proverbs chapters one, two and three.

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word and for bringing us successfully to the conclusion of another one of our weeks together. And certainly Lord, we, we pray over the health of everybody around here. We pray for China and her recovery. We pray for Jill and her speedy recovery. We pray for Ezekiel. Well, we thank you for Ezekiel's recovery and we pray that you will strengthen our bodies and minds and that we will move on step by step, day by day. And Father, we thank you for your word and we thank you for the comfort that it brings to us. And as we move here into the book of Proverbs and pour this wisdom into our lives, may we meditate upon these things. May we meditate upon the things that kind of peaked out today as we were reading through. May we even go back and meditate and contemplate slowly chewing on these pieces of wisdom that can direct and guide our lives. And Holy Spirit, come. All of the human wisdom and all of the things that we know as people given to us and handled in our own strength is still going to net out to be a disaster. We need you and your guidance. We need wisdom and we need you to show us how to use it. Come Holy Spirit, we pray into all of this. We ask in the name of Jesus, amen.

Community Prayer Line:

Hello DABC family, this is Larcy calling in from Arizona, calling to ask for prayer for my 83 year old father. His name is Robert and he is having a hip replacement surgery on June 6. Our kind Heavenly Father, we are coming to you today to ask for the blessing of peace for my family as we go through this surgery with my dad. Help us, to all of us, to remember that you are ultimately the one in control and that we should not worry. I'm praying that you will guide the hands and the minds of the surgeons and everyone who is involved before, during and after this surgery, praying for a full and quick recovery for my dad, thank you for the strength that you will provide and for the comfort of knowing that you are always there with us. We love you. Amen. Thank you, everyone. I love you all. Have a great day.

Hey, it's Pam, His Ransom Soul in New Jersey. It's the afternoon of May 28, and I'm calling to pray for Dan, the husband of Elizabeth from Delaware. Before I do, though, I want to say something I should have said years ago. And while I know this isn't the platform for it, here goes. Elizabeth, I've heard you call in many times on the Dab podcast and I recognized you immediately. You and I were once friends long ago in a galaxy far, far away. You might say. I take full and complete responsibility for the harming and severing of that friendship. I'm so very sorry, Elizabeth, for my being so unchristlike back then, and I'm doing now what I should have done all those years ago. I humbly ask for your forgiveness. So with that being said, Holy Spirit, you comfort and help us in our pain, uncertainty and distress. And so, in Jesus's mighty name, I ask for you to do just that for Dan, a good and faithful servant of God, as well as for his wife Elizabeth and the rest of his family who love and care about him so much. Lord God, you are our physician and healer. Please bring healing to Dan's knee, however you choose to do so, be it supernaturally or by guiding the doctors to the answers they seek. Please give Dan relief from this lingering pain and strengthen his spirit as constant pain, uncertainty and lack of answers for how best to proceed in his recovery can be draining in so many ways. May your grace be sufficient for Dan and for Elizabeth, too, as she loves and supports her husband through all of this. Amen.

Hi. Daily Audio Bible. This is Renee, His Redeemed Daughter from Florida. I just wanted to come on and be in agreement in prayer with Tanya from Suffolk. I just loved your prayer. You were talking about different things on the May 23 podcast and just blessing everybody and praying for everyone on this group, on this ministry. And I just want to be in full agreement with you. I want to say rejoice and be glad with Emily from Columbus, Ohio, who was baptized. The angels are singing and I'm so glad that welcome to the family. And I'm so happy that you have received Christ as your lord and King and Savior and that you don't feel the shame anymore. That is so awesome. Keep going. And I just pray for you and lift you up right now. And then the very last lady who had called in today, I think you said Mary Anne, but I know it's Mary in it. I didn't hear you very clearly, but I just want to say that I'm talking about spiritual warfare and praying for our families. I need to pray more for my children, for my ex, my husband, who I'm separated against. You're right. It is not against flesh and blood, but the spiritual forces and against the things in the heavenly realms that are not of God. So, Lord, I just lift up my family and I lift up this family and Jill and China and everybody who calls Brian and Ezekiel and everybody who has a part in this ministry. And we thank you. We praise you, Lord. We give you all the glory, all those who sacrificed their lives on this memorial weekend, I just want to thank you and praise you and say amen.

Good afternoon Daily Audio Bible Family. I am calling in response to a woman who called in about her mother, who is narcissistic and manipulative and crossing boundaries. Girl, I feel your pain. You described my mother as well, although my mother also is a squalor and has had some strokes. She's depressive crazy, gossipy, evil. I am praying for you and I pray for everyone else to pray for both of us because I really struggle with honor your parents. But when the parents are highly toxic and are damaging to both you and to my children, I forewarn you. My daughter was molested when she was four years old. And just the other week, my mom took her out to dinner and told her that it was her fault that she was raped. And in that moment, I wanted to just say, all done, I'm finished with you. We will never talk to you again, you evil, crazy woman. So anyway, please pray. And if any of you have advice on handling toxic parents, because I feel it's wrong to completely remove them from our lives, I don't feel like that is biblical, but they are highly damaging. So would love some advice. Thank you so much.

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This got passed a few steps along to get to me - Dr. Martha Hall at the University of Delaware Health Innovation Lab is looking to start working on a trans-or-gender-nonconforming clothing line, and wants to make sure she gets it right. I figure Tumblr is a pretty good shot for "trans and gender-nonconforming people, who wear clothing." Here's her wording:

Hello! My name is Martha Hall and I am a university researcher starting a new line of transgender/gender non-conforming clothing. The brand will start with next-to-skin apparel, then expand to swim and activewear. I’m eagerly seeking volunteers in the community who would be available for a brief zoom interview to talk to me about clothing and any challenges you have experienced. It is very important to me that this brand is thoughtfully designed and helpful. Please contact me at [email protected] for more information.

#queer #transgender #gender noncomformity #clothing #fashion #QUILTBAG

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#today’s vibe #Hello I’m In Delaware #City and Colour #Sometimes #Spotify