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leatherbelt1295 · 11 months

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Your Daily Smile #2617

@ehan281

This should have been posted yesterday, but I didn't really get a chance to. I spent the previous 2.5 days with EHAN irl, and man they were just so wonderful... I'm so grateful we got to hang out again and do more than we did last time. Went during this time for a multitude of reasons since things lined up perfectly, but most importantly it was like a birthday present to him (5/29) and myself (6/3). We haven't seen each other since October 2017, so naturally I really missed him so much. ;w; That's way too long!!

We got to eat yummy food each day, got to meet his adorable doggy Sparky, met his folks, go through a mirror maze, played a laser busting game?, watch him do little runs of SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom, watch the new Spidey on opening night with his brother, and went to a convention together and even cosplayed which was super fun! I went as Peppino Spaghetti from Pizza Tower (so if by chance you were there on Friday and saw Peppino, it might've been me!) and he was an excellent Cameron from Ferris Bueller Day Off. It was cool how often we were recognized, heheh. Really nice to see people's faces light up like that. Of course, we saw a lot of great cosplays too! Here's a few I saw myself that I got pics of, really nice stuff!

We got to play my favorite beat-em-up The Simpsons by Konami, and I'm glad EHAN and his brother really enjoyed it too! Really cool stuff all around, found plenty of gifts for my folks at home but also a couple things for me. Oh and Petra stuff and even comm'd a Petra for EHAN. :]

I haven't been to a con in 7 years, so being back at such a fun one was something I absolutely needed and appreciate immensely. Good times all around! I'm happy he and his brother enjoyed themselves too.

Here's my loot, though only the Jolteon and black shirt are for me.

We headed to Red Robin later on, and that was nice too! At least for me and his brother. :)

I went with the intention of recreating a certain Bocchi the Rock comic to EHAN. :))

And it worked. :)))

And the waitress didn't believe him when he said it was my birthday too. :))))

Ended the night with some 3 player Mario Party 2 on Pirate Land. We lost to the CPU DK because of usually MP shenanigans lol. Still fun!

And followed that up with me and EHAN rewatching Space Patrol Luluco as we do every June 5th, but a little early this time so it could be irl. A wonderful time as it is every year, but made more special being together and having fun irl! I'll be taking about that more on tomorrow's YDS though. :)

Wrapped up the visit with another good breakfast and visiting a lovely park, I really enjoyed that too.

Again, overall, I totally needed this trip and I'm eternally grateful for being able to do so. I really miss him though. ;w;

And I suppose I should mention a bit how my birthday was yesterday aside about half the day being with EHAN. I received gift art from friends through the day, including right at midnight and even today... Y'all really didn't have to... ;; But thank you so much... And to those who I know may read this and wanted to draw me something or whatever the case may be, but couldn't for any reason, just know it's more than okay and the fact that you even thought of me in the first place means a lot to me already. Wishing me hbd means a lot too... 🥺 So thank you guys too!

Even had a big surprise on the flight back home before departure. Someone close to me with connections actually informed the crew on board that it was my birthday, and if they could deliver a message to me for them, which they absolutely did... Even gave me free snacks and water, and invited me to sit in the pilot's seat which was !!!!!?? It was so cool what the heck... I'm grateful for that... 😭

Nice time spent at home with family, always nice to see them. It ain't a birthday without being with em, I'd say. Nice lil gifts too, they shouldn't have... ;; I do wanna show this Hank Hill in particular, gave me a good laugh and I love it, heheh. The Bocchi doodle too!

But yeah, I just wanted to dedicate this YDS to thanking @ehan281 and his brother for a wonderful time and express my gratitude of a happy birthday too. Hoping the next time we meet won't be so long! ^^

#EHAN #toskihero #your daily smile

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blowflyfag · 5 months

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WRESTLING ALL STARS: Heroes and Villains : JUNE 1996

DOUBLE J RETURNS TO THE WWF WITH A BANG!

By George Napolitano

For the first six months of 1995 Jeff Jarrett ruled the world. Then, inexplicably, Double J abruptly left the WWF and disappeared completely from sight. Now he is back and he’s singing the same tune. But will the former two-time Intercontinental champion be able to pick up where he left off?

[Double J enters the ring with his precious plaque.]

Double J started out 1995 with a bang! On January 22 in Tampa, Florida, Double J–with help from his Roadie–defeated Razor Ramon to win the Intercontinental heavyweight title. For the next couple of months Double J could do no wrong. He defeated everyone who challenged for his title. With his wrestling career now in high gear, Double J started to get more involved in his musical career. Throughout his WWF tenure, Jeff Jarrett continually bragged about his musical prowess. Finally, after talking for what seemed like years, Jarrett released a CD entitled Ain't I Great! and surprisingly one of the songs on the CD, “With My Baby Tonight,” began to receive considerable airplay on the WWF telecasts as well as Country music stations all over the U.S. But on May 19, just when Jarrett’s musical career seemed to be riding high, Razor Ramon momentarily interrupted Jarrett’s wrestling career when he defeated him in Montreal, Canada to capture the Intercontinental Title. Two days later, however, Double J was back on track when he regained his prized belt in Three Rivers Canada.

[Can he make it without the Roadie? Only time will tell!]

With the Intercontinental belt back securely around his waist, Double J continued to balance his wrestling career and his musical career. Meanwhile, in between title defenses, Double J would pick up singing engagements all around the country. And at every engagement the Roadie could always be found setting up the sound and light equipment and supervising every aspect of the performance.

[Ahmed Johnson gives Double J a ton o’ grief during an interview with Jerry “The King” Lawler.]

While Double J began to receive more and more notoriety for his singing ability, one could sense that his special relationship with the Roadie was starting to deteriorate. Although no one could deny that Jarrett was the Intercontinental champion–thanks mainly to the Roadies’ involvement–people began to question whether it was really Jeff Jarrett who was singing on the CD. Finally, on July 23 in Double J’s hometown of Nashville, Tennessee, the special relationship between Jarrett and the Roadie came to a screeching halt when Razor Ramon defeated Jarrett to win the title.

[Jarrett winds up and then smashes Ahmed Johnson with the gold record he received for selling $1 million worth of his CD, “Ain't I Great?”]

Prior to the title match, Jarrett performed his ong. When it was over Doc Hendricks and Vince McMaahon said that the Roadie had a special announcement to make. It was hinted by McMahon that the Roadie was going to reveal that he was the person whose voice was actually on the record. The Roadie, however, never made his announcement. The minute the IC match ended he and Jarrett got into a heated argument. After their verbal exchange, both of them grabbed their coats and left the arena presumably to work out their differences, but neither Jarrett nor the Roadie was heard from again.

[By his adamant refusal to sing any of his songs, maybe the rumors that the Roadie was the one who actually sang on the record are true.]

Finally on December 19, nearly five months to the day after Jarrett walked out on the WWF, Double J returned to the Federation. This time, his Roadie was nowhere in sight. After entering the ring and waving to the crowd, Jerry Lawler presented Jarrett with a framed gold CD for selling one million copies of his Ain't I Great! album. After telling the WWF audience that he had been on a world tour promoting his record, Jarrett sat at ringside to watch the action. But, after watching Ahmed Johnson and sitting through his interview, Jarrett interrupted the muscle-bound newcomer by smashing his framed CD right over his head. By his action Jeff Jarrett had made the world aware that he was back in the wrestling wars.

Right now Double J is in the middle of a violent feud with Johnson, but actually this has garnished very little interest. The real burning issue, meanwhile, is the whereabouts of the Roadie? Right now Jeff Jarrett has avoided all questions about his musical career, and he has refused to perform despite numerous requests. By his adamant refusal to sing any of his songs, maybe the rumors that theRoadie was the one who actually sang on the record are true.

With Jeff Jarrett once again doing his thing in the WWF it’s going to be interesting to see if he can be as successful this time around without the Roadie by his side. They were very good together, but now Jeff Jarrett has to fight his own battles. Can he make it alone? Only time will tell!

[The brawl between Jarrett and Johnson continues outside the ring.]

#jeff jarrett #wwf #world wrestling federation #magazine scan #magazine transcript

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soaringeag1e · 2 years

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I’m so sorry I’ve been absent Megan 🫣 I was super busy around May June with uni. And then I was just lurking on Tumblr and then I went on holidays and I came back home not too long ago but I am back on commenting stuff!!

And omg you are giving us so much Escape I am so here for it!!! I looooove all the fluff 🥰🥰 I just love seeing Dean all domestic and cute and lovey 🥰😍 it’s the cutest thing ever! I can’t wait to read more!!!

Also, I read Blood ain’t love whilst I was away and omg what a masterpiece!!! I couldn’t put my phone down and I was so excited each time I had some spare time so I could continue reading it. That kind of story is definitely one of my favourite and you did not disappoint at all. It had become one of my favourite stories of escort!Dean. Just writing this makes me want to read it again 😂 also, Dean is again, just the cutest and nicest person ever. Like, can I have a Dean please? Where can I find a guy like that? anyways, just wanted to praise you for that one 👏👏😍

Much love and many hugs to you xx Mel

Meeeeelllllllll 😭 Why must you make me all emotional!? I've seriously been sitting here holding my phone, typing out a reply just to delete it SO MANY TIMES! You've literally made me speechless. You always seem to find a way to do that though. My heart...it's so full.

I hope you had a great holiday 💙 your beautiful soul deserves it!

As for Blood Ain't Love, I've always loved the whole Fake Dating thing too and I'm honestly shocked that I haven't made anything before this. I'm glad I finally did and I love that it's a hit with you 💙

And for Escape, man...we have a little ways to go but we're closing in on the end and I still can't believe it myself. And who doesn't love to see Dean living a domestic, happy life? Lol I wish we could all have Dean 💙 that would be amazing. I don't know if any exist honestly. He seems to be a rare breed lol

But anyway, it's lovely to see you on my dash again and as always, I can’t wait for your next beautiful message 😊

Love ya, sweetheart 💜😘💜

#Meg loves Mel #Always makes me smile

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tombeane-blog · 11 months

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Pardon Me While I Bury The Lede

June 2023

There's been a lot of talk about whether the President is too old to be the Exalted Grand Poobah for a second 4 year term.

I'm sure there are some people that could manage it at his age - just like there are some people that could run a 4 minute mile.

But 99% of men, 99.937% of women and almost all of the other 437 genders cannot run a 4 minute mile. And those that can, I'm sure none of them are 80 years old.

(Although...... come to think of it, on 23 May, 2013, Yuichiro Miura of Japan successfully climbed Mount Everest when he was 80 years, 224 days old.

(Although...... coming to rethink of it, here's what a typical Mount Everest climb looks like these days. Current record 358 in one day. Maybe it's not that hard anymore.)

But I digest. Back to my point.

Take a look at what each of the Presidents looked like going in and what they looked like after serving. It's a meat grinder of a job.

In terms of the Presidency in 2024, I paraphrase my good friend Chief Joseph, "Hear me! I am tired. From where the sun now stands, I will run for President no more forever."

I know, I'm as bummed as you are but there is no way I could stand the rigors of being president - not physically, not mentally, not emotionally, not no way.

Pretty sure I was never good enough to be President, but even if I ever was, I ain't now.

My strength and stamina degraded gradually over many decades. Mentally I peaked long ago as well.

Looking back I can pinpoint the precise apex of my mental sharpness.

I don't know the date but I remember it like it was yesterday. Late 60's early 70's. Somewhere in the South Pacific. On board the Missile Tracking Ship USNS Arnold.

A gentleman named Paul Vise was in charge of the 50 or so geeks who repaired and operated all of the electronics and computer systems.

Paul's title was Ship's Instrumentation Manager. We called him the SIM.

His deputy was named Sam. (Sam saved me from getting fired twice - but that's another story or two.)

Mr. Vise was being transferred back east and the overlords at Missile Test Project HQ decided to promote Sam to be the new Ship's Instrumentation Manager.

At that time I was part of group of nerd defectives that voluntarily put together the USNS Arnold Newspaper.

It was mostly stupid crap like this blog, but, unlike this blog we sometimes accidentally mixed in useful information and real news.

We were meeting to go over an article about the upcoming change of command and we eventually started bouncing around ideas for a terse, attention grabbing headline to put on the front page.

Somebody asked me if I had any ideas.

I grinned and said, "You guys discuss all your irrelevant, puny ideas. When you are done, let me know and I will tell you the absolute bestest headline."

"Trust me, everyone in this room will agree that my headline is dead on, hands down, no doubt awesome and I will henceforth be revered as the god of terse, tense, tease and wit." (or something to that effect)

After about 15 minutes of discussion the 'editor' turned to me and, "OK, genius, we've come up with a couple that sound pretty good. What the big steaming pile of &$%! is your great idea?"

Pausing about 5 seconds to achieve maximum suspense and effect...... I proudly blurted out, "SAM SIM VICE VISE!".

I was hoping for stunned silence followed by a standing ovation with a chorus of "Huzzah!" ending with someone shouting, "Beane! You Magnificent Bastard!!!!"

Instead I got a quietly whispered, "OK, that's not bad.... let's go with that."

In terms of mental acuity and verbal mastery, that was pretty much the high water mark for me and it's been downhill ever since.

My court appointed psychiatrist says not to worry, I just peaked a little too soon.

So I know the limits imposed on me by the years. I'm a step slower upstairs.

I've physically and mentally degraded to the point that I'm now in the bottom 63% of the population in terms of coolest, healthiest, prettiest and acutarist(?) austuterest(?) perspecautios(?) smartest.

So..... if nominated, I will not run. If elected, I will not serve.

At my age it sounds exhausting. -30-

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dan6085 · 1 year

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There have been countless speeches throughout history that have inspired, motivated, and moved people to action. While it is difficult to narrow down the list to just 20, here are some of the greatest speeches of all time:

1. Martin Luther King Jr. - "I Have a Dream": Delivered on August 28, 1963, during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, this speech is one of the most famous in American history. King spoke about his dream of a future where people of all races would be treated equally.

2. Winston Churchill - "We Shall Fight on the Beaches": Delivered on June 4, 1940, during World War II, this speech inspired the British people to keep fighting against Nazi Germany, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

3. John F. Kennedy - "Ask Not What Your Country Can Do for You": Delivered during Kennedy's inaugural address on January 20, 1961, this speech challenged Americans to work together to achieve great things for their country.

4. Abraham Lincoln - Gettysburg Address: Delivered on November 19, 1863, during the American Civil War, this brief speech is considered one of the greatest in American history. Lincoln spoke about the importance of preserving the Union and the sacrifices made by those who fought in the war.

5. Malala Yousafzai - "Address to the United Nations Youth Assembly": Delivered on July 12, 2013, this speech by the Pakistani activist and Nobel Prize laureate called for universal education and empowerment for young people, particularly girls.

6. Nelson Mandela - "An Inaugural Address": Delivered on May 10, 1994, during his inauguration as President of South Africa, Mandela spoke about the need for reconciliation and unity in a country that had been torn apart by apartheid.

7. Susan B. Anthony - "On Women's Right to Vote": Delivered on July 1873, this speech by the women's suffrage activist argued for the right of women to vote in elections.

8. Barack Obama - "A More Perfect Union": Delivered on March 18, 2008, during the 2008 presidential campaign, this speech addressed issues of race and national unity in the United States.

9. Elizabeth I - Speech to the Troops at Tilbury: Delivered on August 9, 1588, during the Spanish Armada, this speech by the Queen of England rallied her troops and inspired them to defend their country against invasion.

10. Sojourner Truth - "Ain't I a Woman?": Delivered in 1851 at a women's rights convention, this speech by the African American abolitionist and women's rights activist challenged the notion that women were inferior to men.

11. Ronald Reagan - "Tear Down This Wall": Delivered on June 12, 1987, during a speech at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, Reagan called for the dismantling of the Berlin Wall, which had divided the city for decades.

12. William Jennings Bryan - "Cross of Gold": Delivered on July 9, 1896, during the Democratic National Convention, this speech attacked the gold standard and called for the use of silver as currency.

13. Franklin D. Roosevelt - "First Inaugural Address": Delivered on March 4, 1933, during the Great Depression, this speech reassured Americans that their country would recover from the economic crisis.

14. Patrick Henry - "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death": Delivered on March 23, 1775, during the American Revolution, this speech by the Virginia lawyer and politician called for resistance against British rule.

15. Winston Churchill - "Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat": Delivered on May 13, 1940, during his first speech as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Churchill spoke about the challenges facing his country during World War II.

16. Mahatma Gandhi - "Quit India": Delivered on August 8, 1942, during the Indian independence movement, this speech by the nonviolent activist called for the end of British colonial rule in India.

17. J.F.K. - "Cuban Missile Crisis Speech": Delivered on October 22, 1962, during the Cuban Missile Crisis, Kennedy spoke to the American people about the threat of nuclear war and the need for a peaceful resolution.

18. Susan B. Anthony - "Women's Right to Suffrage": Delivered on May 12, 1868, this speech by the suffrage activist argued that women should have the right to vote in elections.

19. Emma Watson - "HeForShe": Delivered on September 20, 2014, during a speech at the United Nations, the British actress and activist spoke about the importance of male allies in the fight for gender equality.

20. Theodore Roosevelt - "The Man in the Arena": Delivered on April 23, 1910, during a speech at the Sorbonne in Paris, Roosevelt spoke about the importance of taking risks and striving for greatness, even in the face of failure.

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ikakkeiii · 2 years

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Since September, October, November, December was gone

We ain't speak in weeks.

Then a text came in January;

"Hey Kakké, how you doing?"

I replied "All good love, whats wrong?"

She said "Thats great, just letting you know in my heart you always belong".

Smile on my face cause its been long.

Radio been silent again.

We don't talk often but she always pop up, Its March.

Kakké are you okay??

Somebody fucking with you?

I'm on my way,

When she see me hurt, she'll wanna hurt someone for me.

Lol, please don't do no wrong for me

We both laugh then she say;

"Aight then. Just don't let no one challenge your intergrity".

Damn, I love how she only see the best in me.

I sent a text in May,

We spoke through the middle of June

A couple fights and arguments she might lash out.

Genuine apologies in place and we're past that

Always there for one another like hey, can you top my cash app

Its Thanksgiving in August;

She asks if I been in church this past sundays.

She worried for my soul.

I tell her not to worry, her little prayers keep me whole.

You should come spend a couple days, my house is your home.

I will someday but more so, I'm really appreciative of how your family has loved and accepted me as their own.

September again, shes calling

Joy in my heart, its my favorite person on the phone.

Voice is beautiful as ever with excitement in her tone

But I can hear her emotions sob

She not the type to speak of her troubles at all.

So I kept pushing till her back against the wall.

Then she confessed her emotions been rowdy and fogged.

She said,

"Kakke ain't been fine in a minute,

I'm stressed and tired, being broke got me insecure and flawed.

And ain't seen you, would love to hug"

I try my way to free her mind cause this time I need to be her thug.

Calls ended and phones hung;

I sit alone by myself..

Hurt in my heart seeing her put in work but life still cheats her alot.

Its so wrong.

Writing letters to the Lord that he blesses us and I'll keep my pride stealth.

That he gives her good health.

I got plans to give her the world to explore

I got ideas of places for a tour,

To show her things she ain't seen before.

Conversation been great through Christmas

Then January, February was gone.

We ain't speak in a minute again, its long.

But this friendship is real and strong.

#words #write up #feelings #love #ikakkésblog #ikakke #friends #real life #life

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blastedking · 2 years

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State of the Kingdome - 11. December 2021

Comic

In a bit of great news for the start, Universe: Law of Fire III - Kings and Legends is done. It will start as scheduled right after Starheart. (Cover is on the 7th of January, First page the week after naturally) 🌟

Kings and Legends continues almost right after Starheart story-wise - this time, last but not least, the focus is on Angus.

It is 55 pages long - which is actually the longest comic I've ever finished at once I think. And yet there was so much I had to cut out. The supporting cast is Noora Louhimo from Battle Beast - but originally I wanted a whole lot more in it. In the end though, even she doesn't get as much screen time as I would have liked due to the appearance of SOMEONE else who is stealing the show. xD (okay it's not that much of a mystery at this point... I spoilered that one a long time ago.)

Story

As a bit of a surprise to everyone including myself I actually managed to get something done for Christmas - it's just a short "slice-of-life" thing, which I originally started last year but had no time for then.

It's called Leitnacht and is based on the Christmas pictures I posted last year. Just something quick and more light-hearted and fun (for the most part. Mixed with some horror elements and the lingering mental trauma because of course) with the Powerwolf guys and a Sabaton cameo. Also, a cover that took WAY too much time which is why there will be only that one for three chapters.

"Leitnach" will be starting next week on the 18th, uploaded as usual on AO3 and a link will be posted here.

After Leitnacht is done follows Parts and Fragments, (the Ralathor has a terrible day story) will come as planned. (A week later due to Leitnacht but still January 15).

However, after that, there will be another break again because ULFIII took a lot longer than planned. Also Return to Darkness (which is the story that follows narrative-wise directly after PaF) is still not done. And given that I have to focus on School now extensively, it won't and can't be done till my current situation changes (see the Personal Section down below).

Art

The queue is currently good till about Mai next year so no changes on that front. There are a couple of very pretty pieces coming up I'm really looking forward to sharing with you! ❤️ While I will take a bit of a hiatus, focusing on school, nobody should notice xD

I will expand the reblog days with the start of next year - one day for 2020 art, one for 2021 art and one for old stories. Everything will be tagged accordingly if you don't want to see the old stuff again.

Friday stays for the comic, Saturday for new Stories and Sunday for new art.

Personal

Job and School have been pretty stressful in the last months - I didn't get much done. Actually, I haven't really gotten around to do anything besides work, school and drawing and even then the latter two are suffering. Haven't even read anything in months now, all my other hobbies are pretty much dead in the water too, which isn't great… But, no way around that. This is the last stretch of having to manage school, work and hobbies - the last 4-5 months. So it's gonna get better soon enough.

I have the final exam in May and Project Presentation in June/July. The latter ain't so wild, May is basically the time when I can breathe again.

Looking forward to that.

👑

#King's speech #long post #universelawoffire #state of the kingdom

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philtstone · 2 years

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20 from the touching list and dealer’s choice for pairing!!!

#20 -- bandaging/stitching up an injury

you can also read this on ao3! this got egregiously long and i may eventually just post it as its own fic but also i have no regrets bc ive been thinking of this concept since i made this clown post like 2 weeks after fatws ended. technically part of this verse but can definitely definitely be understood just fine as a standalone. yeehaw!

"Ah ... shit."

Bucky's been in his fair share of dingy motel rooms, and this one ain't so bad as far as they go. Sarah checked for bed bugs before the kids wiped out and didn't find anything. There's a more than functional toilet, with complimentary soaps. The carpet only smells like piss a tiny little bit.

"It's got ambiance," Cass had declared at the door, ever good-natured, rubbing at his eyes exhaustedly under lopsided glasses even as he held tightly to his mother’s hand. AJ had fallen asleep in the backseat of Old June after the commotion on the interstate, and hadn't woken up even when Bucky maneuvered him out of the car and carried him the three flights up to their rented room; he'd asked, from his squished-cheek position against Bucky's shoulder, "'S'it got a TV?"

It hasn't.

Bucky keeps wanting to apologize. He's not sure what for. It wasn't technically his fault that the house got jumped by armed goons. It wasn't technically his fault that Sarah's front hallway is currently full of broken glass, or that the ever-enduring Ram has finger-shaped dents in the hood, or that they had to leave a bunch of knocked-out suits in the backyard for poor Ms. Gloria or the fuckin' state troopers to find. They were all still breathing – he made sure to stop and check. Since Sarah drove past state lines he's only had to take a second and re-anchor himself in his own body once, which is a great, fantastic improvement from the last time he ended up taking out a truckload's worth of strangers without explicit knowledge of who they were or why he had to engage with them, but God, he will be miserably, stupidly happy when they can finally get a lock on wherever Sam is, and figure out why the latest megolomanic supervillain came for Captain America’s family.

Meanwhile, there's an open wound in Bucky’s side that he hasn't noticed until now.

He’s slipped into the motel room's single bathroom, and has to crane his neck awkwardly to get a proper look at it. It's already kind of gummy. Tacky against his fingers and torn shirt. Pretty short across, though deep enough that it's clearly been bleeding sluggishly under his jacket for the last few hours. Not an active problem, though his favourite grey long-sleeved is ruined, which is annoying, and in his newfound awareness the place where the farthest side of his ribcage, almost on his back, got caught by something -- stray bullet, most likely, though that glass he was thinking of is definitely a contender – is stinging more than is reasonable.

It'll be gone by tomorrow. Bucky's already resigned himself to the fact that he's not sleeping at all tonight, so that other part's fine too.

"Bucky?"

"Uh --" He clears his throat, compulsive, straightening up to face the bathroom door and fumbling with the first aid kit he found behind the toilet basin. Sarah's quiet voice is as full and melodic as it always is. "It's -- yeah?"

Sarah says, in the same muted voice,

"Can I come in? I saw some mouthwash in the cabinet and like, I need to rinse my mouth out or I'm not gonna sleep a wink."

"Oh -- sure, I mean, of course."

She enters, soft on her feet. He hovers, trying to maneuver one antiseptic-wipe-holding hand up and around under his shirt without making too much of a big deal out of it. The angle is stupid-awkward, as if whatever did it did so out of an ironic sense of spite. He keeps his head down, and asks, matching her earlier tone,

"Are the kids okay?"

Short-form sigh, the sort she makes so often. Sarah's no stranger to complicated circumstance.

"They're holdin'. Asleep now, probably be a bit freaked out later. You know how things catch up with you."

Bucky lets out a humourless chuckle in spite of himself and nods, listening to Sarah fumble with the bottle cap, pour the liquid out, and take that kind of measured sip people do when they don't wanna make weird mouth sounds around others. She spits, quiet-like, into the sink. Rinses her mouth out. Turns around.

"God, that’s disgusting. Anyway, there's one of 'em on each bed, so I thought --"

"It's fine, I can just take the fl --"

"-- Jesus Christ, Bucky, you're bleeding!"

Her voice climbs in volume at the same time and pace of her widening eyes; in a second she is much closer to him than before in the objectively too-small bathroom, hands hovering.

"It's fine!" he says hastily, trying to keep his own voice level; the last thing he wants to do is wake the boys up after the day they've had. "Sarah, seriously, this is not a big deal. It'll be gone by tomorrow."

"How -- why didn't you say anything --"

But she's reeled it in. From shock to pragmatism in the flip-switch of a heartbeat, and he didn't even realize that he'd been worried about freaking her out until something about the practical way she's looking at him makes him sag, instinctually, against the peeling wallpaper of the bathroom wall.

Still,

"I didn't notice," Bucky admits, eyes flicking over to the stained yellow shower curtain. He tries not to grimace at himself. Sarah tucks a loose braid behind one ear and he sees her lone remaining earring glint. The other got lost somewhere, status unknown, she said in the car she didn't care much anyway 'cause they were department store knock offs from a Black Friday sale.

He had noticed when she first came in that she'd changed out of her dirty clothes, but kind of in his periphery; now that she's right in front of him, it's extremely difficult not to full-body register her silhouette. She's lost her familiar plaid and the yellow t-shirt beneath it, and is dressed in a thin camisole and old bicycle shorts she must have dug out of the Goodwill donation bags perennially stored in Old June's trunk. The camisole is a pale off-white, bright against the dark pouch of her midriff it's ridden up to expose, and the soft slopes and curves of her shoulders and breasts. The bicycle shorts are -- well.

He swallows, reaching through patchy swatches of pre-war memory to access his mother's stern voice, then his grandmother's, then the hairy-chinned nun who always yelled at Steve for being a shit altar boy, and hell, even that one Rabbi down at the corner of Fourth. Pull yourself together, Barnes.

Sarah says, hesitant, but not disbelieving,

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Not much."

Her lips purse together in a flat line and Bucky has to work hard not to stare at them. She raises a considering eyebrow. "So you were, what, plannin' on prancing around the next few days with a bloodstain under your armpit?"

"It's not under my armpit," Bucky says, maybe a little defensive. Then, "I was gonna toss the shirt."

"While you're still bleeding?"

"Mostly slowed up."

"You'll ruin the only spare clothes I could find in the trunk."

"It's --"

"Don't give me that, Bucky Barnes. You’re the one who told me we’re trying not to attract attention to ourselves. Like, I don't know about you, but I'd notice if someone walked into a Waffle House lookin' like a Tarantino film."

Bucky doesn't know if he wants to sigh or laugh.

“It is not that bad.”

“Uh huh.”

He closes his eyes, wincing but steady. Sarah usually makes him feel steady. Even with the bicycle shorts, and the dizzying proximity, she does.

"You're taking this all really well," he comments.

"Baby, I am a pro at compartmentalizing," Sarah says. "Just now? I'm perfecting a lobster mac recipe in my head."

Bucky gives in to that laugh. "I can't reach it properly," he admits.

"May I take a look?" Sarah asks. It's gentler than before. Maybe that's what gets him.

"I -- yeah. Yeah, alright."

She walks the two steps around him and he tugs the hem of his shirt to his ribcage, stays silent when the fabric pulls against torn skin. He can feel the wound, small as it is, open again when he moves. He tries to use his other arm to hold his shirt up, but nearly elbows her in the nose.

“Shit, sorry –”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just –”

He gives up, feels his stomach flip. Before he can think too hard about it he has yanked the shirt up and off over his neck.

Sarah is silent. He keeps his eyes ahead, tense in the anticipation of her touch, in anticipation point blank. She's seen the seam, where the prosthetic meets him. This is different.

"It's not very fun to look at," Bucky says quietly. "I’m sorry if it -- scares you."

She's at his side, still, but in direct view of the faded scarring along his pectoral and scapulae, hiding the internal plating and wiring that made the first arm possible and even marginally functional. Shuri replaced as much of that as possible, realigned the whole thing so the chronic pressure lessened and the ergonomics improved. The new arm is lighter, the scar tissue rehabilitated somewhat; most of the time, any associated pain is either weather-related or phantom. He can say, truthfully, that looking at it doesn’t make him feel sick like it used to. There is a big gap between less now and not at all.

Sarah tilts her head, and there is a minute movement where he thinks she might be biting her bottom lip but can't be sure. Another braid spills over her shoulder, loose in her ponytail. She got new ones last month. They're the really long kind, hanging all the way down her back and swinging around when she moves. They're stunning on her. Everything is stunning on her. He's a fool, and it's true.

"Antiseptic?" she asks. But there isn't anything different about her voice.

Bucky clears his throat, against the ball stuck somewhere in the back. "I -- yup." He digs around through the first aid kit open against his thigh, then holds up one of the packets. He watches Sarah's full mouth twitch, and is unsure why, until she slips the alcohol out of his hand and tugs on one of his gloved fingers.

"You wanna take this off too, Luke Skywalker?"

That was courtesy of some kid at a gas station near Mississippi. So much for staying under the radar, but it's been making AJ go bonkers all afternoon, probably even a good distraction from the gunfire and very real danger, so Bucky cannot help himself, and smiles crookedly at her in response, his cheeks warming.

"Oh. Forgot."

"It's fine." He tugs the glove off his hand and hears the tear of the wrapper around the alcohol swab. "Weird seeing you with it on, though. You never wear that at home."

Home, he thinks. The concept, like Sarah, is dizzying.

"So," he manages, praying his voice comes out steady. "Lobster mac?"

"Uh huh. Key is, you never use warm milk when makin' the roux."

"Isn't that the case for any roux?"

"You really listen when I talk, huh?" And her tone's joking, but Jesus if he doesn't want to choke out the world's most pathetic yes, yes, every word when her warm fingers press over his skin and it's like every muscle in his chest jumps to meet them in response. She was in the coat closet, with the children, when a gunshot went off and shattered the porch door because he knew how to move out of its way like muscle memory. She was there when he ducked left then right then grabbed a man in the exact place required to crush a trachea but didn’t, only disarmed him and pinned him to the papered wall fast and hard enough that he’s going to wake up considerably concussed. She saw him move in precise, inhuman movements, like he has never had reason to showcase to her before. Sarah’s careful palm presses over his ribcage, and Bucky feels his eyelids flutter of their own accord.

"Anyway,” Sarah says, “your lobster's gotta be a good one."

"Of course."

"C'mon, don't be laughing. You never had bad lobster?"

"Honestly, I've only ever had your lobster."

"Okay, I see the ambiguity there --"

"No, no, I didn't mean --" He ducks his head, sure she can see him flushing, "Sarah. Ms. Wilson. You know your cooking's the best thing in all Louisiana state."

"Mmmhmmm. Okay white boy, nice save."

"So, what, no spices?"

"Excuse me," she tears a bandaid open with her teeth and his brain short-circuits just slightly, "I can't be giving away my whole recipe like that. Bad for business."

Sarah works in sure, precise movements, cleaning up the blood and covering it just enough that it won’t stain anything overnight. She is entirely practical, and efficient, doesn't press too hard, nor too soft, firm yet unquestionably gentle against his body in a way that is not really necessary.

"Shit," he says suddenly.

Sarah stills at once, thumb pressed over a muscle in his back midway through smoothing down the tape.

"What?"

"I missed therapy today," Bucky realizes.

Well; yesterday. It's well past midnight now. He looks down at her. Sarah looks up, clearly slipping into problem solving mode. She does it the exact same way Sam does, he’s noticed. She says,

"Oh! I -- well, do you wanna check in, maybe?"

"Check in?" Bucky repeats, a little stupidly.

"Like, text her, explain why you missed it, so she's not worried. I can uh, leave the room."

A beat. Two. Bucky bursts out laughing.

It’s this messy, dissolving thing, leaking out of him with an edge of hysteria, and Sarah’s not far behind.

“So she’s not worried –” he manages, half a groan, hand on his face because yeah, the boys are still asleep in the next room, and they’re here together in the single shared bathroom like an evolution of the strange domestic daydream he’s been living in every few weeks when he shows up on her doorstep. Her giggles continue, syrupy, poorly muffled, even more hysteric than his own. Maybe some of that compartmentalizing has been breached. He keeps on laughing, bent over, objectively too close to her and gasping with it. It’s only when she brings a wrist up to wipe at her eyes, still more or less incoherent, that he notices it, and reaches for her hand without thinking.

“Hey,” he says, still breathless, “Your elbow, Sarah.”

“What – oh?” Her arm’s shaking, entirely the aftershocks of the adrenaline. This is something he knows. “It’s just a scrape." Her voice shakes, with the laughter and other things. "Bumped weirdly against the car door.”

“Here. Come on, we still have bandaids.”

She’s shockingly compliant, usually so stubborn in accepting help in anything, even less when it's personal. She lets him extend her arm and turn it over, holding it carefully over his jean-covered knees so they are not quite touching. With assured movements to match Sarah’s own Bucky takes the last antiseptic packet, dabs carefully at the raw skin, doesn’t quite wince when she hisses. His right hand is large where it cups over her elbow, and he tries not to notice the kick of her pulse against his thumb, or the fact that her dark skin has erupted in warm gooseflesh, or his own unfamiliarity with administering this kind of care to another person.

“There,” he says, when he’s done, feeling a little bit like he doesn’t recognize his own voice. The bathroom is quiet around them, as if the whole world’s narrowed down to just their two and the toilet seat.

“Wasn’t very bad.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he hears himself say. “Now we’re even.”

It’s like it's trying to crawl out of his pores, sometimes, the impulse impress her. To be -- normal -- around her. She is so kind to him. All the time, like it's as natural as breathing. It is like nothing he has experienced in perhaps his whole life. She quirks a smile, pretty and softening for all that she’s just wiped the blood off his back and been chased out of her home by strangers, and he’s hit with that dizzying feeling again – the need to apologize. There’s something sacred about that house, and Sarah and her children in it. The idea of its walls being breached is terrifying to him at a conceptual level he doesn’t really know how to parse out. He thinks Sam might be the only other person who’d get it, and even then, Bucky doesn’t know if he has the guts to bring it up. Because here Sarah is, letting him touch her, and here he is, wanting. Desperately. It leaves him rudderless, and yet with every passing day feels simpler than before.

Sarah extracts her hand from his to tuck a braid behind her neck again, and to toss the small handful of bloodied gauze into the toilet. Moving on instinct, he gathers up their opened first aid detritus, picks his sodden shirt up off the floor.

"Can I tell you something?" she says, after a moment.

Bucky nods, holding his bloodied shirt close to his abdomen.

"So like, earlier today? When those guys showed up? Gotta grab Captain America's sister, whatever. You were in the backyard, remember."

"Of course."

"Painting that awful shed."

"Yeah."

"Took you thirty seconds to get from there to the front, where I was." She takes a deep breath, like she's shoring herself up to say something. He can see her chin wobble -- the slight tremble of her hand. She has to be the single most incredible person he's ever met, he thinks, and he has met a lot of people in his miserable long life. "Those thirty seconds you weren't there," Sarah says, "I was scared."

Bucky stares at her. Even in her borrowed clothes she smells of that coconut she so favours, and he can feel the puff of her breath against his bare arm, flesh and bone like any other man's. His head is still buzzing, though maybe from different things now.

He says, voice rough, “I could stay up, in case the boys have nightmares.”

“You’re thinking of my babies right now?” she asks, in a strange tone.

He should kiss her, Bucky thinks. He should pick her up and press her against that peeling wallpaper and –

“I just thought –”

“Mama?”

AJ’s voice, plaintive and carrying the edge of panic, sounds from just the other side of the bathroom door. Sarah startles; Bucky jerks to his feet and nearly knocks over the first aid kit. For a split second, their eyes lock, wide and heady and caught. Then she curses and stumbles her way out of the bathroom. Her hands close to herself again, held aloft, ready to comfort, dulled again with the mundanity of living.

“Mom –”

“I’m here, I’m here, baby, just in the bathroom. You know how folks gotta pee in the middle of the night. You’re safe, AJ. Is Cass asleep? He’s right here? Okay. Okay, we’re all together. It’s fine.”

Bucky slumps back against the wall, groaning through his teeth, feeling like he’s just been jolted out of a full-bodied dream. He scrubs a rough vibranium hand over his face, tosses his ruined shirt into the garbage can, and pulls his phone out to see if Sam’s back online. He’s not. Bucky’s phone is newly cracked in the top right corner. Sorry I missed today, he texts, to Raynor’s number. Urgent family thing. Tell you next time.

Then he straightens up, rolls out his shoulders, and pads his way into the bedroom, ready to fold himself into the scuffed fold-out chair in the corner and keep watch on the door until morning.

#lol i cut SO many additional bits out of this.#which is just becoming par for course on these prompts #as always i am very nervous about characterization but i cant look at this another second #who knows #my writing #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #sarahbucky #sarah x bucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #aj wilson #cass wilson #tfatws #marvel #fleur de louve #fleurdelouve #touches prompt meme #tfatws fic #i found a dream

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You may have never noticed this but, Hack!Anon and whatever System is, He made a bio for them. Onto the questions, What are your parents? Ellie and Henry? (Others can also join) And, Henry, could possibly you know about the different timelines? If yes then... Did you get excited when you got those sweet sweet robotics in Revenged? And that you got them now too? And onto a easier one, ages. Please.

Huh? Who's "Hack!Anon" and "System"?

Friends of ours. They've been helping us out.

Oh, alright then. Anyways, neither me nor Ellie know who our parents are.

However, I DO have a sibling. His name is Jacob Rose, and he worked at the museum that Henry stole the diamond from. He was fired along with the rest of the staff for "incompetence" as his boss, so when Henry and I broke out of the wall, we recruited Jacob. He's a bit of a scaredy-cat, but when cornered, he can put up a good fight.

And as for the different timelines, yes. I am fully aware of them. Heck, I was fully aware of them BEFORE the timeline glitched out an I got the cybernetics from Revenged (which I indeed was very excited about getting, by the way). There are...er, some not-so-great timelines I'd rather not mention, though...those would be Toppat Civil Warfare and Valiant Hero, and if you've seen those endings, you'll know the reason why...

Anyways, as for our ages, both henry and I are 22 years old. My birthday is June 21st, and Henry's is on July 4th, so our birthdays are not that far apart.

Hey, Violet, you never mentioned your birthday. I think I told them mine, but in case I didn't or they need a reminder: My birthday's September 8th.

Oh, my birthday is on August 30th...

Huh. Looks like OUR birthdays ain't too far apart either, Vi.

Before we end this off, I don't know if Alter mentioned this already, but I go by "he/him", and Ellie goes by "she/her".

Yeah. I dunno if I mentioned that either, so thanks for that, Henry.

#altering the outcome #ato holiday special #ask the ato cast

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Isn't sitting straight boring? I mean, just looking upon the dusted windows in our houses, locked ourselves from socializing and not traveling due to the COVID pandemic, for 3 months straight.

I never felt more urge in my life, to just get my ass out to start traveling somewhere around the world. In June everything was kinda getting normal in Europe, borders started opening again so I immediately planned my first-time travel alone trip to Malta.

You guys may wonder, being a student traveling Malta for the first time travel alone trip isn't ideal because of some reasons:

Numero uno - Malta is fucking costly, as tourism is the major business and tourism has a great share in the country's economy. Numero dos - It is extremely far away from the place I live and the flights ain't cheap.

Numero tres - It is extremely hot during the summer, but being an Indian can play to my advantage, as I have lived my entire childhood growing up in those hot climates.

But my set of reasons were a little bit different from the above-mentioned reasons lemme tell mine

Number 1- Malta is one of the best LGBT friendly destinations, so it caught my heart immediately.

Number 2- It has one of the best beaches in the world and some breathtaking viewpoints.

Number 3- I had a friend there, so staying ain't a problem, it means accommodation won't be a part of my tiny budget.

So I booked a flight for a week to spend in Malta, promising to my number one reason, I wore a bit of makeup as I was traveling to Malta, but totally forgotten that I had a layover of 16hours in Warsaw, Poland which is one of the least gay-friendly destinations in Europe. But my stay in Warsaw and my experience will be shared in upcoming posts.

Where did I stop? Oh yeah, I arrived in Malta wearing the perfect clothing fully covered in black. It was freaking hot, within few steps outside the airport I started to feel like a melted ice cream already, so didn't give a shit about my dignity just changed my clothes to my shorts and sleeveless. Got my bus pass for a week, stepping into the bus literally changed my perspective of Malta, definitely not in a bad way at all. The diversity in Malta was unexpected. I was surrounded by a lot of Africans and Indians which was surprising I thought of Malta being a European country wouldn't have such diversity. I was having mixed emotions of overwhelming, excitement, and thrilled. Overwhelmed by diversity because I have never been surrounded by many Africans ever in my life didn't mean in a bad way it was just knowing that African countries aren't the best LGBTQ destination kinda made me scared, but again to my surprise, the people were amazing. The closer I get to the city, I literally forgot that I was standing for 45mins straight.

I have to say something quickly that Malta's bus and the road system is a little bit fucked up because there was a lot of steep turns and lot of stops in-between places for every minute there would be a stop, but the good thing is if there are no people in the stop, the bus doesn't waste time, would skip it and if someone wants to get down, must not forget to press the stop button, otherwise, it is gonna be bye-bye stop.

For the first 2days, I booked a hostel as my friend was busy. The hostel we're promising as mentioned on the website and quite luxurious having a rooftop bar of its own. The people working there were one of the lively and friendly people I've met ever.

Got my keys, unpacked my luggage, and didn't waste a second, got out to explore the country. Key things to know that Malta's tap water isn't drinkable and everything tends to be a bit pricey than some of the European countries. No meal starting less than 6euros. But there were some Maltese snacks starting from 40cents we're pretty damn good, even though it was fried and bit oily, the taste matches the heaven. My love for Maltese snacks and their fresh-baked loaves of bread and their creamy, smooth, mouth-watering ice creams will also be explained well in the upcoming post.

Malta's architecture was so unique from a distance it looks like building were built on top of each other, the aesthetics were like medieval building with an ancient structure matching modern time. The streets were such a treasure to Malta.

Definitely, I wasn't traveling straight because Malta had a large number of turns. So it turns out to be not a straight trip. Now me being a bitch I am going to stop here and share the rest of my trip to this breathtaking country in my next post because there is a lot to share. So bye guys. Catch you in the next part:)

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Return Post // 06.16.19 //

Happy Pride month!

Hello, tumblrworld, it has been a while. I do apologize for my long absence–a month at least, if I'm not mistaken. A lot has happened since and wow, I have lots to tell!

WEEK BEFORE FINAL EXAM

As part of tradition for (most) law school here in our country, we celebrate the last meeting for every class with food, token(s) and the inevitable class picture. Yes, it was quite costly. But it may also serve as last appeal to the good will of the "gods" a. k. a. professors.

[Photo: Negotiable Instruments Law class]

FINAL EXAM WEEK

I was prepared for most my classes and I was satisfied! I even spent less on coffee, which was really something. The only downside was that my CivPro suffered. I need lots of prayers for that one!

[Photo: Reviewing for labor relations]

WEEK AFTER FINAL EXAM

I celebrated the end of the semester by sleeping for over 12 hours. Law is exhausting and it is worth it!

[Photo: Well, it ain't me]

JUNE 8TH // TREE PLANTING DAY

This day, so far, is the highlight of my year. We travelled four hours from Pasay City to Quezon province; trekked for almost an hour to reach Mts. Banahaw and San Cristobal Protected Landscape; planted three Narra seedlings each, for a total of 300!

[Photos: On the way to Protected Landscape; Narra seedlings!]

There is law requiring this. Unfortunately, there's no penalty provided for failure to comply. Thus, it is not strictly enforced.

[Photo: Tree-planting day shirt with R. A. 10176 provision]

PRESENT DAY

I returned to my hometown for a bit. My mom got into a minor accident so I have to stay and assist her for a while. Good thing she didn't suffer serious injury!

This week, I:

Sleep early now and get at least 8 hours of sleep

Wake up mostly between 5-6 am

Often go for a run early morn for most days

Schedule short review in Criminal Procedure

Eat more fruits and drink smoothies now

So, that's it!

For those currently on vacation, ya'll enjoy because you sure earned it!

For those with classes/exams, hang in there! You're doing a great job. Best of luck for your exams!

For the rest, ya'll have a good day! 💜

#lawsbianblr #studyblr #lawblr #lawblrph #lawstudent #law student #law school #philippines #tree planting #studyblrph #filipino #climate change #pride #happy peide #lgbt #lgbtq+

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Your anon about when it's brought up later would be a good time to apologize. I know I'm going to be in the minority here but I'm not exactly sure what he has to apologize for. Did it look good to travel to Ibiza and not wear a mask? No. It was reckless, showed his white privilege and was hypocritical after his previous comments. But it wasn't actually wrong. Spain opened it's boarders in late June and let him into the country knowing he lived in US, didn't require people to wear masks, Part 1

Part 2 and wanted tourists back to contribute to the economy. I deal with people every day who don't wear masks (even though it's required here) and I don't expect them to apologize. Who should Seb apologize to this for anyway? His fans? Because he didn't turn out to be the person they thought he was or the role model they want him to be or didn't use his celebrity in the way they think he should? I fell like he's be apologizing for every choice he makes in his life if he started down that path. Part 3 He is an adult who has no responsibility to anyone for his decisions. If fans don't like the way he lives his life then they have the choice to stop fanning and supporting him. Should he apologize for a post made by someone he's involved with? Isn't that her responsibility to apologize for the things she's done, not him? Everyone acts like he should have had her 'checked out' to see if she was problematic but I think that is, well honestly, ridiculous. Sure you might check out the IG Part 4 or FB or TW of someone new in your life, but do you read every post, every comment with a fine tooth comb? I don't. You look for obvious things, pictures of confederate flags say. Ale's problematic posts weren't obvious at first glance. You had to read the comments she made and put the pics in context to realize the problem with them. If he had been given the time to get to know her on his own he would have found out on his own if she was racist instead of being attacked with her past. Part 5 Should he apologize for the 'problematic friends' he has? Over this last year I've become friends with a client's mother. Really enjoyed talking with her, got along great, shared common interest, similar sense of humor. Then one day politics came up, 5 months after I'd gotten to know her. She's an ardent Trump supporter and I'm not to say the least. We didn't stop being friends, but we no longer discuss politics. We don't share every belief our friends have. Seb may or may not share Part 6 all his friends beliefs. Maybe they also focus on the common ground. So maybe Don is a Trump support or his friends live a bubble of white privilege. So what? I feel like we've lost the ability to give proper weight to things. Everything is black and white, no gray. Everyone is treated the same no matter the level of what offense they committed. A child molester and someone who does something stupid are treated the same and they shouldn't be. So again, should he have to apologize to fans Part 7 (sorry this got so long) because his friends don't meet the standards his fans set of who he should associate with? Also again, if you don't like who he spends time with you are free to stop being his fan. Should he apologize for blocking fans? We don't know if HE blocked anyone. Everyone seems torn on if the SS are real or fake. Don't know if his PR did the actual blocking or IG blocked some because they were spamming. People are expecting him to apologize for something that he may not Part 8 have actually done. I feel like we need the facts on this before we say what should be done about it. I'm not saying he hasn't made some choices that 'look' bad but that he's actually done nothing wrong. Nothing he needs to apologize, especially to fans, for.

You should want to be better, do better, especially when you go on a rant and then turn around and do the same thing.

He doesn't need to apologize for his hypocrisy, he just needs to not be a hypocrite. It ain't that hard.

I expect people's words to line up with their actions. When there are lives are at stake and one side is actively engaged in oppressing the other, there is no gray area. As a woman of color, *I* don't have the priviledge of ignoring Trump supporters in my entourage. There is no discussion possible.

Sidenote: for the love of God anon, next time just do a submission instead of 8 asks. Please.

Ruby Woo

#Logical Stans Advice #Anonymous #anon asks answered #anon asks #asks answered

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