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maeples · 16 days
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sometimes you need to give up committing to the bit when someone genuinely can’t tell if it’s a bit or not and is getting distressed about it :/ sorry
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maeples · 1 month
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white cosmere fandom really is like “we feel empathy for systematically oppressed characters…. but only the ‘good ones’ who handle their trauma in a way that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable and threaten my notions of correct forms of resistance”
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maeples · 3 months
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“You don’t have to lie to her”
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maeples · 4 months
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just to keep, just to have
for mae @maeples for @d20exchange! mae it was so so fun getting to write this for you!! | word count: 3k, read on ao3
1 - esther’s family
     Ricky’s nervous about meeting her family. Esther notices as he stands next to her, one hand in hers and the other holding two bouquets for her mom and grandma. She’d asked if he wanted to let go of her hand to be able to hold the flowers better, but he’d refused. Ricky’s a big hand holder, which wasn’t much of a surprise but it was still a pleasant discovery. Now, his hand has started to grow sweaty as Esther knocks on her mom’s apartment door. 
     Technically, he’s already met them. More than once, even. Given, they were both in harpy mode at that point in time and while Ricky might’ve been someone she knew she could fall for given half a chance, she’d worked really hard not to mess up. And then she had - and now she’s here. 
     Esther turns to take Ricky in. He doesn’t get nervous, that’s not in the Mr. March m-o. He’s more than Mr. March, though, which she’s been learning bit by bit. Apparently, he does get nervous when the task at hand is meeting the in-laws. She’s already told him that her mom and grandma love him. It makes a good first impression to be found to be pure of heart by the Furies of Tompkins Square Park. She’s about to say something when her grandmother opens the door and pulls them inside, Ricky quickly wrangled onto Patricia’s arm. 
     “Oh Ricky, it’s so good Esther’s finally brought you by,” Patricia says. “And flowers too - oh you’re charming aren’t you?”
     “Well,” Ricky says, slipping off his shoes which earns him a smile from her grandmother. “Thank you for having me in your home, Esther’s wonderful.”
     Esther’s grandmother pats his shoulder, “Now Esther hasn’t brought anyone home before, but I’m sure if she had they wouldn’t have been as nice as you. Now in, in, let's let Gabriella get a look at you.”
     Esther can feel herself smiling as she unlaces her boots and catches up after them, Ricky looks back at her for approval and she winks back. His head whips back, but she catches the first proper smile from him for the past hour and she counts that as a win. 
     Her mom is in the kitchen cooking. She had promised it would be small and simple, so of course she filled the entire table with food. Ricky beelines it to Gabriela’s side, offering to help right away. Esther knows better by now than to try to stop him, Ricky’s calling is to help others in all ways and at all times. She steps in when she needs to because no matter what Ricky says he can’t and shouldn’t do it all. But with the nervous energy that had been coming off him in waves, a task was probably exactly what he needed. 
     “I like him,” Her grandmother says, her voice full of approval. “We’re very happy you’ve finally given in to us and brought him by.”
     “Don’t scare him off?” Esther asks. Her grandmother just smiles before walking over to her mom in the kitchen. 
     “Gabriela, look what Esther’s nice young man brought for us,” Patricia says, her voice full of delight as she puts the flowers in vases. Esther finds a vase back in her hands to be placed on the table as her mom and grandma coo some more over Ricky. It’s still strange, she thinks as she moves a dish to the side to make room for the flowers, to come home to the two of them and enter a space full of emotion. 
     It’s a different apartment than the one she lived in when she was a kid with her mom. That feels like forever ago, and in a way it was. That apartment, that apartment never had her grandmother. This whole experience has meant getting to know her grandmother for the first time as more than just a Fury of despair. That apartment always felt empty, she and her mom were always very aware of the tight latch they needed to have on their reactions and their feelings. Her dad tried his best to fill up the rest of the space, but it was too much for one person to carry. 
     Here, her mom and her grandma can fight over the stove without worrying about Gabriela losing it all. Here, Esther can remember what it was like growing up and can feel herself start to cry without needing to clamp it all down. Ricky pauses and comes over, pulling one of the tissues he keeps in his pockets for her out. She cries a lot now, Ricky never seems to mind, only ever being prepared to support her when she needs it. Esther grabs his hand and laughs. 
     “All good?” He asks her, his voice quiet as Patricia and Gabriela debate whether or not there’s enough food. 
     “I should be asking you that,” Esther says. “What do you think?”
     Ricky shrugs, “Am I doing okay?”
     Esther smiles and nods. Kisses his cheek. “Baby, you’re great. C’mon, let's get them to sit down and eat.”
     She gets between her mom and grandmother, and with help from Ricky’s dazzling smile, they bring the last of the food over and sit down. There’s lots of shuffling and fussing as her mom and grandmother insist she and Ricky both add more to their plates. Esther gets the not eating enough spiel, and Ricky gets the oh you run around so much spiel. Ricky takes to it with ease and even asks for seconds after he finishes which makes her grandmother light up. 
      This wasn’t something any of them thought they would ever get. Esther’s so so grateful that she has, as Patricia and Gabriela start asking Ricky about his job, his parents - and Esther quickly redirects when they ask what he thinks of kids. By the time they finish eating, Ricky’s even been invited to temple by Patricia.
     When they’re walking to the subway after, Esther tells him he doesn’t have to go. “We didn’t even go that often growing up - with, well everything, but they’ve been going more often since everything.”
     Ricky shrugs, “I want to go, though. I liked coming over. I like being a part of your life.”
     And, well, there’s nothing she can do but slide her arm around him and squeeze his side. Ricky kisses the top of her head and Esther doesn’t even mind being gross and sappy in public with him. 
2 - ricky’s family
     Ricky has way more family than she realized, is what she notices as they walk over to the bleachers behind the baseball diamond where a bunch of nine-year-olds are warming up for their little league game. Esther hadn’t even known he had a whole set of little cousins until he’d invited her to the game earlier in the week. She’d been half asleep as he was getting ready for work in the morning after sleeping over the night before, his invite casual and her agreement a quiet mhm as she burrowed under the covers, just her eyes uncovered to watch Ricky as he left, his laughing at her drowsiness on his way out.
     This, more young kids in one space than Esther has ever had to be around since she was that size, is not what she realized she had signed herself up for. She’s met Ricky’s sister, Emiko, and has said hi to his parents when he’s facetimed them in the evening if she’s over at his or he’s over at hers, but now she’s meeting everyone. All at once. At a little league game. 
     “Hey,” Ricky says, squeezing her hand. She turns to look at him, sure she’s full deer-in headlights and he’s just smiling, fondly, back. “You’re a badass wizard, my family’s not gonna know what hit them.”
     “See,” Esther replies. “What if they hate me?”
     Ricky shakes his head, “Not possible, if I love you, they’ll love you.” 
     And that catches her off guard, the same way it always does. How Ricky’s always so giving with his love, it comes so easy to him. Esther just wants to give as much of it back as she can, which is why she lets herself let Ricky guide her to where a group of older women are gathered around fold-out chairs and a cooler. A kid runs by and is caught by one of them who makes him touch up his sunscreen and he looks a little bit like Ricky as he scrunches his nose and tries to wriggle out of the women's arms. 
     “Hey, is this what it was like for you growing up?” Esther asks, quietly as they approach. 
     Ricky’s beaming, “Yeah, awesome, right?”
     It’s a lot. It does seem kind of great. It’s perfect for Ricky. 
     One of the women turns around, and Esther recognizes her. It’s Ricky’s mom. 
    “Ricky! And Esther - I’m so glad you both made it, come, come,” Ricky’s mom absorbs them both, checking over Ricky as if to confirm he’s all in one piece, before passing him over to the other woman. And then she’s hugging Esther and fussing over her too, as if she’s already decided that Esther’s welcome. The amount of love here is a little overwhelming. 
     Ricky squirms back to her side, still smiling wide, as he introduces aunt after aunt. Esther tries and fails to get all the names down and mostly smiles and nods and for the most part seems to find common ground with all of Ricky’s aunties over Ricky being the loveliest person on earth. Ricky’s mom makes her take a drink, and one of Ricky’s aunties tries to give her food and they sit her down in one of the folding chairs. 
     “Oh Esther, you need to eat more,” Ricky’s mom tells her. 
     “Mrs. Matsui I eat plenty!”
     “Most of us are Mrs. Matsui - call me Hana.”
      Esther nods, even though she knows she will not be doing that any time soon. 
     “How did you and Ricky meet again?” One of his aunts asks. 
     “Oh,” Esther says. She’s still not used to the meeting the family thing, even after the trial run with Emiko. And at least she’d run into Emiko a time or two when she’d stopped into the hospital to see Kingston before. “Well, he rescued me.”
     The aunties coo, “Rescued you?”
     Ricky’s smile looks so big that his face is going to split in two as he sets himself up next to her, “Her work caught on fire, and I was lucky enough to be on duty. And Esther’s saved me plenty of times since.”
     “Okay, okay, that’s enough quizzing them.”
     Esther turns around and there’s Emiko, a baseball cap on and a tote slung over her shoulder. 
     “Sorry I’m late,” Emiko says, she and Ricky have the same smile. “Shift ran late but - here!” Emiko pulls something out of her bag and tosses it at Ricky, who plucks it out of the air perfectly. Esther leans over to see a baseball mitt. 
     Ricky leaps up, pulling Esther with him and Emiko says her hellos to everyone before shooing them farther back to the grass. Emiko pats her back as she slides on her mitt, “How are you holding up, meeting everyone?”
     “There are so many of you,” is all Esther’s got.
     Emiko and Ricky both laugh. 
     “There are way more of us,” Emiko says, “This is just parents and a handful of the eight-to-nine-year-olds.”
     “Pretty great, isn’t it?” Ricky says. “Always enough of us for a pickup game of anything.”
     And that’s how Ricky and Emiko start teaching her how to throw a baseball. Most people assume she’s somewhat familiar with the sport, Esther’s been told before that she has major softball lesbian vibes. The thing is though, her preferred forms of exercise have always been solitary like going for a run and, recently, taking Ox for a walk. 
      Esther isn’t very good. Ricky and Emiko have no hesitation in diving or running back and jumping when Esther throws it too short or too long, and Esther ends up spending plenty of time jogging back for the ball when she fails to catch it, but they both seem to be having fun coaching her along. She was just starting to get a little bit better at the whole thing when one of the kids that had been running around Ricky and Emiko’s aunties came up and started tugging at Ricky’s arm. 
      Ricky squats down, talking quietly to the kid as Esther walks over with the ball after fetching it again. He looks up as she heads over, “Esther, this is my cousin Mariko. Mariko, this is my girlfriend Esther.” 
     Mariko hides behind Ricky but pokes her head out to flash a hesitant, toothy smile. Esther smiles back, “Hi Mariko, nice to meet you.” She offers Mariko her hand, and Mariko shakes it carefully. 
     “You’re really pretty to be dating Ricky,” Mariko tells her. “Now can I steal him? I want to practice.”
     Esther laughs, “Yeah of course, just don’t forget to return him.” 
     Mariko nods very seriously and then she and Ricky are setting up to throw a ball back and forth. Esther shuffles over to Emiko’s side as they watch. “She’s way better than me,” Esther tells Emiko. 
     “Don’t compare yourself to Mariko,” Emiko tells her. “She’s playing an age group up she’s so good.”
     Eventually, they end up on the bleachers as the game starts. All of Ricky’s family cheers loudly every time one of the three Matsui’s - two boys and one girl - on the team fields the ball or steps up to bat. Mariko’s a pitcher and she’s an absolute rockstar, just like Emiko said she was. Esther cheers along with all of them and this…it makes so much sense that this is where Ricky came from.
     He hops up next to her, passing her an ice pop. Esther raises an eyebrow. “It’s a baseball classic,” Ricky says. Esther takes it as is as she leans against him, Ricky doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps his arm around her shoulders. 
     "Selfie?" Ricky asks. Esther laughs and smiles for his selfie. 
3 - their family
     Ricky’s situated on the couch as she opens the door to let in her mom and grandmother. Patricia and Gabriela both have their arms full of food and little gifts as they try to peek over Esther’s shoulder to catch a glimpse. Esther waves them off as she takes things from them, “Be patient, I’m not keeping you from them. We invited you over to see her.”
     Gabriela sighs, slipping her shoes off and past Esther, making her way straight to Ricky. “Esther, baby, I love you but you should know better than to keep a grandmother from this beautiful baby girl.” Patricia laughs and helps Esther carry everything over. 
     “You’re mother’s right, you know,” Patricia says. “You and Ricky make a beautiful baby.”
     Esther blinks. “Sure, we aren’t making anymore anytime soon though. Alejandra’s just perfect.”
     “Can’t argue with that,” Her grandmother says, smiling warmly. 
     The bell rings again just as her mom and grandmother get settled on either side of Ricky, both eager to hold Alejandra. Esther can’t blame them, next to Ricky with Alejandra in her arms has quickly become Esther’s favourite state of being. 
     When she gets to the door Ricky’s parents and Emiko are waiting with more food and gifts. Esther tells them it’s too much and they ignore her. Ricky’s mom is quick to get her to sit down and insists she eats as Ricky’s dad and Esther’s mom start trying to compete for favourite grandparent. 
     “Do you think they realize Alejandra is too young for favourites?” Esther asks Emiko, who’s sitting in the chair next to her. 
     “You got to start early,” Emiko tells her. “For example, I’m ready to be the favourite aunt.”
     Esther laughs and Alejandra laughs with her. Alejandra loves to laugh and smile, and its everything Esther never let herself dream for. She’s the happiest baby Esther’s ever met, even if the only other babies she knows are Cat and Langston and Ricky’s cousins' kids. 
     All she hopes is that Alejandra is always this happy. Ricky looks up at her from where he’d been smiling over at Alejandra in his dad’s arms and she can tell he’s thinking the same thing. 
     Everyone gets a turn with the baby, and Emiko gets Ricky to pose with her and Alejandra in the matching baseball caps she brought the two of them. 
     “You make a beautiful baby,” Ricky’s mom tells her when she gets a chance to hold Alejandra, echoing what her grandmother had said earlier. 
     Esther can’t stop smiling. They really do. 
     Esther’s exhausted on the couch as Ricky collapses next to her after everyone leaves.  She happily hands off their beautiful baby girl into her arms and lets herself slide into Ricky’s side. 
     “I love you,” Ricky says. 
     “Me or the baby?”
     “Both, so much,” Ricky says. He turns his head and she leans up to meet him in a kiss before sliding back into his arm. 
     “Love you too, baby.” Esther says. “Pass Alejandra?”
     Ricky hands Alejandra over and they watch her, quietly. They’ve spent an insane amount of time since they came home with her just sitting and watching her. She’s sleeping, exhausted from all her visitors. Alejandra is so little, Esther can hardly believe it. She’s in a little dinosaur jumper that Ricky’s mom Hana got them when they told her they were expecting. And she has a little knit hat that Esther’s grandmother Patricia learned how to knit just to make her. 
     “How’d we get this?” Ricky asks, his voice coloured with awe. 
     “Magic?” Esther guesses. 
     “Sounds about right,” Ricky says. 
     Alejandra blows bubbles in her sleep and Esther pulls her even closer to her. She doesn’t ever want to let go, and neither does Ricky seem to want to as he pulls them both towards him. Esther lets her eyes close as she rests her head back against his chest and syncs her breath up with his. 
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maeples · 4 months
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[ID: A digital drawing of Sofia and Esther from The Unsleeping City. They are drawn from the waist up, smiling at each other. Sofia has her arm around Esther's shoulders. Sofia is dressed in a white fur coat, a black top, and a leopard print skirt. Esther is dressed in a blue crop-top, a dark blue winter coat, and black pants. There are falling snowflakes in the background. End ID.]
my @d20exchange gift for @zestoflemon :') !! some of your tuc faves for you <3 hope you enjoy it
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maeples · 4 months
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i need to eat a food. none of the food in the house is The Right Food. what is the right food? only god knows. and we're not on speaking terms right now.
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mae. Mae. I feel like a bloodied squire delivering news to an old comrade but did you hear kimmalyn confirmed dyke in latest skyward book? though we are retired from the war this feels a notable triumph my liege
AKSJS THE WAY I SAW YOUR TAGS ON MY ART AND NOT THIS ASK FIRST!!!!!! WE DID IT. my g-d we did it. canon dyke kimmalyn
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first night of chanukah tonight so please enjoy this rejected puzzle design ✌️
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maeples · 5 months
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How do I petition congress to pass legislation regulating headlights
LEDs are illegal, especially ones that flicker, that shit is so fucking distracting and triggers my migraines.
There will be a max color temperature headlights can be; aka, they will only be allowed to be warm colors, aka, white and blue fucking headlights will be illegal.
There will be a maximum lumens level set for regular night headlights. I refuse to be blinded.
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maeples · 5 months
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UGH I NEED TO BUY EGGS AND JUICE BTW CAN YALL FUCKIN FRONT US LIKE 30 BUCKS FOR THOSE AND SOME OTHER GROCERY ESSENTIALS. THANKS.
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DONT TAG THIS.
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I've been calling my reps every day and I saw, it might have been your post actually, but I saw a call to demand an end to occupation as opposed to a permanent ceasefire. I'm also seeing other Palestinians still calling for a permanent ceasefire. Today I urged for both, but I wanted to ask if you have time and you think it's worth addressing if you think it splits the target of the demand too much? Thank you so much.
Please do call for a permanent ceasefire!!! The specific bill proposed especially!
Feel free to say that you demand an end to the occupation but please, please, please do still ask for the ceasefire one because that one already has political support.
We can ask for both! We need them to stop killing and displacing the people in Gaza but please also ask for an end to the occupation so that the people in the West Bank aren't harmed either!
There is not a bill (to my knowledge, other than resolution 888) that talks about an end to supporting the occupation, but do still demand an end to it, maybe specifying resolution 888! And an end to the military aid of 14.3 billion dollars to israel!!
I would recommend making different calls tho for each one.
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maeples · 5 months
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Do you think cavemen ever got humiliated and had the kms urge? Like "Grug so embarrassed, Grug jump into tar pit" and then Glarg is like "Noooo everyone forget soon" and Grug is like "Grug going to do it for real"
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maeples · 5 months
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i am committed to TWO THINGS
FAGGING IT UP
THE BIT
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Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honestly of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.
Everyone is beautiful and no one looks genuine.
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maeples · 5 months
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there are a lot of white usamericans not wanting to wear a kufiya bc theyre scared its cultural appropriation (palestinians saying its not, and asking you to buy palestine produced ones and wear them), and not wanting to touch any other culture which youve been invited (keyword: invited) to is a part of v annoying white guilt and its positioning your own feelings above other cultures, esp when youve been asked to join as a part of solidarity. its white/western exceptionalism at its finest. just interacting w a different culture than yours isnt appropriation; that word has actual meaning.
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maeples · 5 months
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Players are so fun, as the DM you can be like, "how do I convince them that they should make a deal with the obviously evil deity, who they know for a fact is evil, and whose evil they have personally experienced to their significant detriment"
and after thinking for a bit, you go "what if the deity offered them a special, pretty, magic horse" and boom done souls sold no further questions necessary
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ghost of the valley
sticker design based on my sis telling me my favorite flower (lily of the valleys) look like ghosts
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