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riahlynn101 · 7 months

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Whumptober Day Twenty: "Found Family."

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, referenced infertility, delusions, and mental illness.

Mrs. Schmidt (named Darlene for the sake of this fic) takes the phrase, "found family," a little too seriously. Please take Darlene's POV with a grain of salt. She's living in her own little world.

Set in the FNAF movie universe.

God works in mysterious ways.

That’s what Pastor James told them. Said it with his chest, loud and proud. But….

…. he was wrong.

Darlene leans back on the bench. The sun beats down on her, the heat only offset by the cool breeze. She sighs, running a hand down her face. Her husband is supposed to meet her here after he gets out of work at the diner across the street. He’s a mechanic there. Makes good money fixing the robots.

She can’t stand being there. It pains her, watching the children laugh and play, but not being able to claim any of them as her own.

All Darlene ever wanted was a child of her own. Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamed of being a mom. But God’s been pretty clear that that’s not in his plan for her and her husband. She’s been through enough failed pregnancies and denied adoption applications to be sure of that.

Most of the time, her job as a receptionist at the factory at the edge of town keeps her far away from kids. Which is fine with her.

But her husband has taken a job offer a couple states away, and they’ll be leaving today when he gets out of work. Their stuff is all packed up in a U-Haul, and everything is all set and ready to go. All that to say, Darlene’s last day was a week ago.

And there’s not much else to do in Hurricane, besides the library. But she hardly stepped foot in the library before a gaggle of children came in. She left.

Weirdly enough, the park is free of any children. Which is probably due to its location across from the diner.

“Now, stay here, Michael,” a woman says. Her voice is familiar. Very, very familiar. Darlene opens her eyes.

A young woman with dishwater blonde hair, places a young boy-maybe three-years-old at the oldest-down in the sandbox. She looks nothing like the boy, but Darlene gets the feeling that she’s, his mother.

She smiles at him, patting his head. “Daddy or I will come get you later, okay?”

The boy nods but doesn’t seem to be listening. He grabs a mini shovel and begins digging.

The woman starts heading back to (presumably) the diner. It’s when their eyes meet, that Darlene finally places where she knows her.

The woman- Jane -smiles at her, as she passes. Not a care in the world. She likely doesn’t recognize Darlene, as Darlene hardly ever interacts with anyone outside her husband.

She tries to go back to relaxing on the bench, but the boy-Michael, she thinks Jane called him-will start giggling. And she can’t focus on anything besides him giggling. It’s such a cute sound.

She should go. Maybe take a stroll around the block, but the more she thinks about doing that, the more Darlene hates the idea of leaving Michael here alone.

The poor thing’s not very old. He’s small and his face is full of baby fat. When he speaks it’s in jumbled, excited sentences.

And he looks sweet. What if a bad person came ‘round while she was gone, and snatched him right up?

Darlene watches the boy play. He bats happily at the sand with his shovel. His giggles are infectious, and when he turns to look at her, she finds herself smiling. This boy. This child. Michael. Doesn’t hurt her heart to look at.

Michael’s hers. He has to be.

He looks nothing like Jane but looks an awful lot like Darlene and her husband. His dark curls and big brown eyes are reminiscent of them both.

He has to be their son.

Darlene feels giddy, walking up to Michael. She offers him a candy bar in exchange for him following her to the van. She knows her husband will be there waiting for her. His shift ended twenty minutes ago, so if he isn't there now, he would be soon.

Michael holds her hand. His tiny fingers grip her own. He asks her a million-and-one questions, a little chatterbox in the making.

When they get to the van, Darlene keeps her promise and gives him the candy bar. But tells him he needs to eat it in the car, just in case his parents see and take it away from him.

He readily agrees, climbing into the very back of the van. It has all their bedding, so it’s fairly comfortable back there. She starts the car, turning on the ac.

Soon after, Michael falls asleep, an empty candy wrapper in one hand, and nestled between two comforters. She sighs in relief, sliding the door closed. Darlene climbs into the passenger seat to wait for her husband.

This will be hard to explain, but as Pastor James said,

“ it’s all a part of God’s plan.”

-x–x-x-

Later, Jane will march across the street for the second time that day. Her brother was almost done with work, and asked her to get Michael ready to go home. But when she arrives at the park, it’s completely empty.

The shovel Michael had been playing with sits abandoned.

“Michael!” She calls, wringing her hands. “Michael William Afton! This isn’t funny!”

Her nephew doesn’t respond back.

“Michael, come out right now!” But he doesn’t respond.

Jane races back to the diner, throwing open the door to her brother’s office. “William!” She shouts, flustered. “William, he’s gone- I can’t find him. I-I looked everywhere. But I can’t find him,” she babbles, panicking.

Her brother looks up from his paperwork. His eyebrows furrow. “Who?”

“Mike…uh…Michael. Your son. I can’t find him.” Jane is on the verge of tears, shaking and trembling all over.

William is quick to dial 9-1-1.

He does everything you’re supposed to do in that situation. Call the police, answer their questions, help them search, and even make missing person’s posters.

But they never find her nephew.

It destroys their family.

After her sister-in-law’s death a couple of years earlier, Jane was sure nothing life threw at them could be measurable to that pain. But they got through that. William returned to work, and she took up a motherly role to her nephew (which didn’t come natural to her).

But this…

…this ruins all the progress they’ve made since Clara’s death.

William is worse than her, working himself half-to-death. He’s hard to talk to on the best of days but becomes unbearable when he starts rambling on about finding Michael a state away, alive and well.

Jane doesn’t dare get her hopes up and thinks it’s cruel of her brother to feed her lies. If William wants to fester in his own delusion that’s his choice. But she wishes he didn’t have to bring her down with him.

That is, until nearly two decades later, when her brother sends Jane an email, detailing where Michael’s living. She takes him up on this, deciding to check it out. If he’s wrong, then she can forget it ever happened.

#whumptober2023 #no.20 #found family #tw infertility #tw kidnapping #tw delusion #tw mental illness #tw grief #tw manipulation #fnaf mike schmidt #fnaf michael afton #aunt jane #fnaf william afton #Mike's mom

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wolfanddragon98 · 9 months

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@dreaming-for-an-escape

Bro...Darlene and Jonathan. ;)

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do together)

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations, if one of them is hurt)

F- Free Spot (Give a random headcanon)

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

M- Morning (How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

P- Pain (How do they handle pain?)

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and their relationship)

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing each other after a long time of being apart)

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do they deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot?)

W- Wow (What do they do that really surprises the OC? What does the OC do that they really like?)

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without each other)

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callsignspark · 5 months

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come home to me

christmas (baby please come home)

pairing: Rhett Abbott x Wren Johnson (fem!OC)

description: Rhett is drifting. He can feel himself slowly slipping away - untethered, uncaring, unable to focus. Until the card with a little brown bird on the front arrives the same day he has to say another goodbye. The seven words scribbled underneath Christmas wishes breathes life into him for the first time in a year. all my love - your little bird, Wren.

warnings: sad Rhett, happy ending, soft and cozy, yearning

word count: 3.0k

note: this was inspired by Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Darlene Love and written for @lewmagoo’s christmas celebration. I had such a lovely time writing these two and I plan to eventually expand on them and really dig into Wren’s story! bonus pintrest ~vibes~ board. wishing everyone a safe, happy, and healthy Christmas!

It’s cold in Maine, colder than Rhett was expecting, and he shivers as the wind whips outside. The rental car’s door gaskets do little to stop the freezing air from leaking inside, but he hardly notices as he stares at the small house down the street. It surprised him when he first rolled past it, simultaneously bigger and smaller than he thought it would be based on the photos he’s seen over the years. He wonders if the wobbly front step has been fixed or if the small warning sign is taped to the railing. He hasn’t found out for himself yet, paralyzed by fear, unable to leave the car.

This was a mistake. She won’t want to see me.

It’s not true; Rhett knows in his heart that it’s not true. Wren Johnson has been his best friend since first grade, and no matter what, she’s always wanted to see him. But it’s been a year since he’s talked to her. That’s never happened before. Even when she left Wabang for college in Boston, they had been good about keeping up with each other’s lives. He had called her as soon as the tail lights of her old, hand-me-down pickup truck disappeared from sight. Tail lights that have never returned to Wyoming, that he’s staring at right now.

He had parked slightly down the street from his best friend’s house, thankful for the cover of the December evening to stay out of sight. Wren had pulled in just after five, and Rhett stopped breathing when she paused on the porch, scanning up and down the street. Her eyes seemed to linger on his car for a moment longer than the rest, but he breathed a sigh of relief when she headed inside.

That had been an hour ago.

He’s been trying to work up the courage to walk up the sidewalk and knock on her door ever since. Watching through the curtainless windows as she turned on Christmas lights and made dinner.

Rhett’s heart starts racing when the front door opens, smiling when a little cattle dog bounds down, excitedly kicking up the fresh powder coating the ground. Wren’s dark hair swishes around her shoulders as she laughs at the dog, her sweet voice muffled through the glass when she calls for him.

“C’mon, Oreo! Let’s go inside! It’s cold out here, honey!”

Hearing that last word - the pet name she always used for him - come out of her mouth gives him the courage to open his door. His legs are stiff from so many hours of being crammed into the front seat, both knees popping as he moves toward the woman he’s missed so much. Rhett’s stomach turns as he gets closer, dropping when Wren does a double take. Shock crosses her face as she recognizes the man walking towards her, arms crossing defensively when he comes to a stop halfway up the sidewalk.

“Rhett? What are you doing here?”

Sweat uncomfortably drips down his back as he lifts the last box into the U-Haul trailer. Wiping his brow with the bottom of his shirt, Rhett rests against the tailgate of his truck, gratefully taking the water bottle handed to him. There’s still two days until they’re required to be off the property, but Rebecca’s parents wanted to get going as soon as possible.

Rhett doesn’t blame them.

It’s been a year since murder and scandal rocked Wabang and destroyed the Abbotts. The town his ancestors had helped establish - where he had always been welcome - now felt hostile. He knows he’s not entirely innocent and that he shouldn’t have helped cover up Trevor’s death, but it feels unfair that he’s the only one dealing with the aftermath. All the harsh glances and whispered words thrown at his back like buckshot, blamed for the sins of his family.

Perry’s disappearance meant they forfeited the ranch. Losing land that had been in their family for generations due to another second of selfishness from his brother. Royal was charged with Billy’s death and multiple counts of assault against Autumn, and almost immediately sentenced.

Losing her ancestral home, her beloved eldest son, and husband in the span of a month had broken Cecelia. She was roaming around the property for hours at a time, barely eating or sleeping. Rhett had called his aunt in desperation, scared of losing the one family member he had left. Her sister had taken one look at her sister and decided to take her away, promising to get her the help needed for the state of shock she was living in. It had done good; according to Kathy’s updates, his mom was slowly returning to her normal self.

The one bright spot had been the return of Rebecca, who, as Rhett suspected, had been hiding from Perry and his abusive ways. She had returned to Wabang to collect Amy after a friend of a friend let her know that her missing person’s case had been downgraded. The situation she found was far worse than what she had left, and she was more than glad to finally be leaving the small town in her rearview mirror.

“So, where are you gonna go?”

Rhett stares at his sister-in-law, mulling over the question he’s been asking himself for months with no luck, firmly ignoring the idea niggling in the back of his mind.

“Don’t know…” He breaks eye contact, kicking a pebble across the snow-dusted lawn, watching as it reveals brown grass underneath as it rolls. Nothing has properly grown around here since his brother killed a man. “Got nowhere to go.”

“You could come with us, Rhett. There’s plenty of room.”

The lifeline makes his eyes water. Rebecca had always been kind to him, far kinder than any of his blood relatives. So kind that he actually considers the offer. It would probably be better than the tiny apartment above the grocery store he can barely afford. Mr. Chamberlain has been lenient about the rent - happy to accept the money in random bundles throughout the month as long as he gets the total before the new month begins - but the backbreaking labor on other ranches combined with the odds jobs he’s been able to score around town have barely been enough to cover everything.

“Thank you, Bec, but I don’t think I can. Not right now.” It kills him to turn down the offer, to turn down the last family he has left, but he knows he wouldn’t be happy in California.

“Okay.” His entire body aches when she smooths his hair back, pressing a kiss to his temple. It’s been so long since anyone touched him with affection, let alone love. “The offer is always open, Rhett.”

Rebecca is kind enough not to mention the tears that stain his shirt, walking away to close the trailer door while he composes himself. He feels like he’s barely holding on as he drives the truck holding the rest of his family’s belongings down the driveway. He’s hollow, which he supposes is a good thing: nothing left for anyone to take away.

He’s already lost it all.

Pausing at the end of the drive so Rebecca can check the mailbox one last time, they’re both surprised to find a bright red envelope addressed to him. Rhett’s heart stops at the return address.

Wren Johnson

32 North Spring Ave

Bath, ME 04530

He can’t remember the last time he talked to her. She doesn’t know they’re losing the ranch. That Perry is gone. That his dad is locked up. That his mom had a breakdown. That Rebecca came back. That Amy is going to California to live with family that hasn’t committed manslaughter as a group activity.

Rhett says nothing; neither does Rebecca. They ride in silence back into town, meeting her parents in the hotel parking lot to transfer the trailer to their rental car for the long ride to California.

It’s hard saying goodbye. It’s not forever, or even for a long time, but knowing that Amy will no longer be down the hallway is scary. She won’t be there for him to keep safe, though he doubts if he ever actually was able to do that with how the last year has gone.

He doesn’t follow them in his truck to the edge of town like he wants to. He’d never stop driving, following them all the way to the west coast, and as much as he loves his family, he doesn’t want that. So, for the first time in years, Rhett listens to what he wants and stands there waving goodbye, tears streaming down his face long after they’re gone.

He can’t bring himself to go home to that tiny one-room apartment that can barely be classified as a closet, so he sits in his truck and opens the red envelope with familiar loopy handwriting.

to Rhett, my cowboy,

I know we haven’t talked much lately, and I’m mad at you about that, but I don’t think I could ever bring myself not to send you a card. I know things aren’t great, mom won’t tell me too much because of you know who, but I’ve pieced some things together. I hope you’re okay. Send up a smoke signal or something just to let me know your head is above water. If you need anything, just let me know.

You know you’re always welcome here. We’ll finally take you to see the ocean. She’s beautiful, just like we always thought she’d be. I miss you, Rhett - you know that, right?

all my love - your little bird,

Wren

He doesn’t stop crying the entire time, from the moment he sees the snowy scene with a little brown bird on the front of the card to reading her name. He’s careful not to smudge her words after a rogue tear accidentally blurs the nickname he gave her the summer after tenth grade.

Perry had actually been the one to coin it, mocking his younger brother for being so close with a pretty girl and not being brave enough to kiss her. But it wasn’t that Rhett wasn’t brave enough to kiss a girl; he’d already done that with Ashley Mason when they were supposed to be picking up litter during detention. He wasn’t brave enough to kiss Wren. Beautiful, quiet, smart Wren who laughed at all his jokes and told him he was gonna be a rodeo star, even though she was terrified he’d get hurt.

“Too scared to kiss a girl, Rhett? ‘Fraid she’s gonna laugh at you when ya don’t know what y’re doing? Don’t worry, I’m sure your little bird won’t mind!”

Perry had laughed loudly, too loudly for someone who didn’t realize how big his little brother had gotten while he was away at school. It was the first time Rhett had fought his brother. It wouldn’t be the last.

The nickname had stuck in his brain, though, so much that he tried to casually use it on the first day of junior year when he picked her up for school. Wren had blinked at his greeting - “There she is, how’s my little bird doing?” - before her smile blinded Rhett. Sixteen-year-old him had been confident that his best friend was going to be his first real girlfriend and maybe, probably, hopefully, his wife someday in the future, but his hormone-addled brain had gotten distracted by Maria, and they never made it out of the gate.

The name had stuck, and so did their friendship. The two of them getting closer and closer as they got older, dreaming about leaving town together and living somewhere on the ocean, never stepping foot in Wabang ever again.

One of them was crying in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn Express. The other had succeeded in that dream.

Rhett feels like he’s sweating just as much as he had been a week ago loading up that U-Haul. He wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with total happiness and open arms, but the overly formal stiffness is something he didn’t know Wren possessed.

“I got your card.” He answers lamely, pulling the now slightly bent envelope from his jacket where it was safely tucked into the pocket over his heart. “Thought maybe we could see the ocean.”

If he thought the car was cold, it’s nothing compared to the silence after his attempt at a joke. The winter air blows all around them, and after ten seconds of silence, he’s ready to let it take him back to Wyoming.

“How did you get here?”

It’s not the question he’s expecting, but he answers anyway. “I drove to Jackson and flew into Boston. My rental car is just down the street a little bit.”

“You hate cities.”

“I do.”

“And heights.”

“Yes.”

“The thought of flying scares you.”

“Turns out it terrifies me.”

“So then, why are you here?”

“I miss you, Wren. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you and not telling you anything or even letting you know that I was alive. But I miss you, and I needed to see you. So I’m here. Through cities and heights and planes. I’m here.”

It’s like a switch flips at his confession, and she’s bounding down the steps into his arms, tears streaking down her face as she tackles him in a hug. Rhett hitches her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist so her sock-covered feet aren’t on the snowy concrete. He’s not sure who’s crying harder, or maybe they’re sobbing equally, but he makes the executive decision to move into the house; the neighbors don’t need to see their reunion.

He doesn’t let go as he passes the threshold, and he’s happy when she doesn’t try to move out of his arms, just calling for her dog over his shoulder while he toes his boots off. Rhett presses her against the front door once it’s closed, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed to his and burying his face in her neck as her light perfume invades his senses.

“Are you okay?” The quiet question is accompanied by two small hands roaming his shoulders, combing through his hair like she’s checking to make sure he’s real.

“I’m fine.”

“Rhett…”

“Not right now, Wren.”

“When? Because I’m beyond happy to see you, but we can’t not talk about this.”

He reluctantly pulls back so he can look her in the eye. “I know. And we will - tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be with you and be happy and not think about the past year for a little bit.”

“Promise?” Wren asks, hazel eyes filled with worry.

“I promise, my little bird.”

It’s not everything, but it’s enough for now as she slips down and pulls him toward the kitchen, rambling about dinner and sleeping arrangements.

When he wakes up six days later, he’s not surprised to find Wren snuggled into his side. It’s how he’s woken up every day since he arrived in Maine, Wren’s home only having one bedroom and her refusing to let him sleep on the couch. He never wants to wake up differently ever again.

It’s been an incredible six days, possibly the best 144 hours of his life so far. It’s been a taste of the life he never thought he’d have. Spending the early mornings with Wren, making her a simple breakfast while she gets ready for work. Dropping her off at the vet’s office before exploring the town, happily racking up a balance on his one credit card to buy her presents and fix things around the house. He’s already becoming friends with the group of retired veterans who hang out at the hardware store.

Their evenings begin when he picks her up, using the car ride home to tell her about the things he repaired while she was gone. Dinner is a team effort, accomplished by Rhett keeping Oreo - the Australian cattle dog abandoned at her office that Wren couldn’t bear to part with - out of the way and handling raw meat when asked.

She had even taken him to watch the sunset last night as a Christmas Eve surprise. Pulling up to the beach had taken his breath away, the sky already tinted with orange and pinks that even the prettiest Wyoming sunset couldn’t compete with. They sat on the stone wall, watching until it was completely dark, and even then, Rhett wasn’t ready to leave.

“I don’t want to go.”

“So don’t. You always talked about leaving, about us leaving together. Don’t go back, stay here. Live with me. Be with me.”

He doesn’t correct her assumption; just leans over and presses his lips to hers. It’s a chaste kiss, hardly anything more than their mouths pressed together, but Rhett feels whole for the first time in his life.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Her smile had sent butterflies loose in his stomach. A small grin where she bites the right corner of her lip to hide how pleased she is, creating a tiny dimple in her chin. It’s the same smile she gave him when she forgave him the second night. It had been hours of talking, recapping the last thirteen months, and apologizing for his distance. A huge weight had lifted off his shoulders, opening up to the person who knows him better than anyone helped more than he ever could have imagined. Her immediate forgiveness removed the ball of anxiety in his stomach.

Rhett pulls Wren closer, pressing kisses on her face to wake her up so that he can see her beautiful eyes slowly blink open at him.

“It’s snowing.” He murmurs when the sleepiness has disappeared from her face.

The dimple makes its appearance. “A second Christmas miracle.”

“What was the first?”

“You, coming home to me.”

Rhett rolls on top of her and presses what is sure to be the first of many kisses of the day to her lips, trying to express his love without saying the words. The way she responds lets him know that she understands, that she feels the same way.

It’s a kiss that feels like the start of forever.

It’s a kiss that feels like home.

thanks so much for reading, merry christmas! divider credit.

@lewmagoo @laracrofted @delopsia @withahappyrefrain @attapullman @gretagerwigsmuse @sometimesanalice @theharddeck @senawashere @floydsmuse @princessphilly @hangmanapologist @hangmanbrainrot @hangmanssunnies @thesewordsareallihavetogive @katieshook02 @whatislovevavy @kmc1989 @yuckosworld @mika-darling @rhettabbotts @bobfloydsbabe @ryebecca @bobgasm

#a lew magoo christmas #outer range fic #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x oc #elle writes

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serakax · 2 years

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hey everyone, just letting everyone know that i 'm gec hundred and won. && don't forget 2 check back later for more fun !! i'm sorry for behaving and speaking ignorantly, dissociatives really don't bring out the best in me. this is what i get for choosing to worry about stupid shitty drugs instead of concentrating on loving and appreciating what i had at the time. and yeah well, i miss u luna , miss u both actually and i miss darlene for that matter 😢 my bday sucked without you guys blah i love you both dearly. i will just continue to create more art while i have the wide open and comfortable space to do it like being able to blast my music at pretty much any time of the day has it's hella perks fr 💓 (at Janesville, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chs4Q5UJsHe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years

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This week is going suspiciously well and when the other shoe drops I just want the universe to know that I will not be surprised.

#THE MORE THINGS GO EFFORTLESSLY RIGHT THE MORE I CHANNEL SOME VERY STRONG SMALL-DOG-IN-A-THUNDERSTORM PARANOIA #psychiatry appointment? made. specialists? gonna call me. insurance? a real thing that exists.#die game? bumped to monday so i have extra time to figure out roll20.#job? no interview required! just gotta pass a certifying class and a background check and i'm hired!#i made the psych office manager laugh and she said i was charming! no one ever thinks i'm charming!#the hiring manager for the job has apparently decided that i'm her buddy!#WHAT IS HAPPENING #THINGS DON'T....GO RIGHT.#WHERE IS THE F U C K I N G CATCH #'you'll be making more than half your household with benefits that start immediately and a year of guaranteed employment'#WHERE'S THE CATCH DARLENE. DARLENE. DARLENE WHAT'S THE DOWNSIDE.#D A R L E N E #plague blogging #sort of #adventures in adhd #i'm going to see a real psychiatrist about a real diagnosis for possible real medical help with this problem #i do not know how to C O P E

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alexanderskarsgardsmustache · 7 years

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just my Hot Take (tm) but kinda sus that some people who hate angela for taking advantage of Elliot dont hate Elliot back for taking advantage of angela or darlene or trenton or anyone else that enters his life basically

even MORE, sus when those same ppl don’t hate Darlene for taking advantage of Elliot. hmmmm almost like.... ur..... Biased....

#i dont even liiiiiiiiiiike angela #but there is so much of this shit on my dash like u guys are slick u just dont like her in particular #u just love your smol bean boy i get it but dont dismiss her character and call her a snake or a bitch for doing the saaaame shit #other chars that u like do #but angela takes advantage of his mental illness!!!! oh yeah what's darlene doing??#ignoring it???

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jonkentt · 2 years

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Okay, so Bee. It used to be a huge thing to have a cat on a boat. What if Sam and Bucky go to find a cat for the Paul & Darlene and end up getting two cats - Alpine and Figaro.

MEXI✿! I bestow upon thee sweet dreams of Sambucky fluff! Loved writing this :’) ♡ thank u for the perfect prompt, boo ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!

“Uh…”

Sam is working on the Paul & Darlene, just like he said he would be. And Bucky’s here to help, just like he said he would. Sam doesn’t remember discussing Bucky’s addition to their plan, which he’s now holding in front of Sam like fuckin’ show-and-tell. Sam’s still waiting for the tell.

Mew!

Sam melts at the adorable sound from the tiny kitten in Bucky’s hands. He takes the little guy and cradles him against his chest. The kitten stares up at him with wide green eyes and meows again. It’s so cute and small, Sam sorta thinks he might die.

“That’s um,” Bucky clears his throat. “That’s Figaro.”

“Huh?”

“I donno.” Bucky shrugs. “Pinocchio reference?”

The little bundle in Sam’s arms is mostly black except for the white muzzle, white toes on all but one paw, and white at the very tip of his tail.

“Figaro…”

Mew!

“Yeah? What if I call you Figgy?”

Mew!

“Okay, good.”

Sam nods at the kitten and gives him a little pat on the head before handing him back to Bucky. He fits perfectly in the crook of Bucky’s elbow.

“Well. He’s real cute.”

“Yeah, uh…”

“You find him on the docks?”

“No, a um, a shelter.”

“Oh, cool.”

Bucky shifts his weight. He’s looking in too many directions to actually be watching something. Sam does a double take when he notices the blush spreading over Bucky’s cheeks.

“Sooooo you have a cat because?”

Bucky coughs. “Well, cause I—”

Mrow!

A tiny white head pops out of Bucky’s jacket where it zips in the middle. Sam snorts with laughter. Bucky looks at Sam. Sam looks at Bucky.

“Um this—this is Alpine. She’s—”

Sam watches with amusement as Alpine claws up to Bucky’s shoulder and shoves her wet nose in his ear. Bucky carefully nudges her face away without knocking her from her perch. Alpine is all white and when she looks at Sam, it’s with one green eye and one blue.

“They came together,” Bucky says, as if that explains why he has two kittens.

“Of course.”

Sam can’t help grinning as Alpine makes her way across Bucky’s shoulders to crouch above Figaro and reach a paw towards him. Fig stretches up to meet her and they touch noses before going back to their respective places. Bucky letting himself be a cat tree is stupidly endearing and Sam could watch this all day.

“Cats are good luck!” Bucky says confidently. “On boats, that is. Especially good luck to have a cat. On a boat.”

Alpine helpfully inputs another mrow! and Bucky nods an affirmative. Sam bites down on his lip to keep from laughing.

“The navy used to keep em.”

“And you know this because…?”

“I dated a guy, right outta school, who wanted to be in the navy.”

Sam raises his eyebrows and waits for Bucky to say he has a thing for sailors.

“So, uh, anyway.”

The blush returns to Bucky’s cheeks and Sam can admit to himself that it makes him feel some things.

“Since this boat is so important to you, I thought it should have some luck.”

“Wait, wait. This boat?”

Bucky nods and tries to look casual about it.

“My family’s boat? That is not in any shape or form remotely like a navy vessel?”

Bucky’s blush deepens. Both kittens are now restless and climbing all over him. He keeps moving his arms and leaning from side to side to accommodate them.

“You like cats!” Bucky reasons.

“I do,” Sam laughs. “But I’m not keeping two kittens on my boat!”

“Aw, but Sam!”

Bucky gets a hold of both Fig and Alpine. They’re so small, he can have one in each hand. He holds them on either side of his face and pouts. He makes big sad eyes at Sam as the kittens squirm, tiny legs flailing, and even keeps a straight face when Alpine sticks her paw in his eye.

Sam didn’t have much resolve to begin with but the rest dissolves embarrassingly fast. Bucky beams at him as Sam reaches for the kittens. Alpine immediately wriggles out of his grasp and climbs onto Sam’s shoulder. Fig is content to knead his bicep. Bucky looks immensely pleased with himself.

“Alright, I’ll take one of ‘em.” It’s not even hard for Sam to say. He scritches Fig’s little cheeks and laughs when he feels a cold nose in his ear.

“Yes!”

“But I can’t take both!”

“Ah, well, about that…” Bucky rubs the back of his neck and actually looks a little guilty. Sam frowns.

“What? You weren’t gonna keep em if I said no?”

“No, I was! Or, well, initially I was just gonna get one but then…”

Bucky snatches Alpine out of the air when she leaps off Sam’s shoulder. He tucks her back into his jacket despite her cries for freedom. A lump moves up Bucky’s chest till she sticks her head out Bucky’s collar and cries right in his ear. Sam giggles at the pained expression on Bucky’s face. He’s had this cat for maybe a few hours and already looks like a tired dad.

“This one, in fact.” Bucky scratches her chin until she’s happily purring under his jacket. “But when I took Alpine, she started wailing like the fuckin’ world was ending! And the staff explained she hated being away from Figaro.”

Bucky smiles despite himself and pets Fig’s head where he’s happily curled against Sam’s chest.

“So I brought him out but then we could both hear Alpine pouring her soul out, and Fig just gave me these big sad eyes and I couldn’t— I couldn’t do it, Sam!”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Wooooow.”

“What! You woulda separated them?”

“You got conned by a cat, Bucky. That lil gremlin is gonna be ordering you around, havin’ her food on a golden cat dish!”

“I know,” Bucky laments. Sam snickers and shakes his head.

“You’re hopeless.”

“I know!”

“He’s hopeless!” Sam says to Fig. “Lucky for him, he’s got the coolest partner in the game, who’s gonna help him figure out his kitten caboodle.”

Bucky laughs as Sam continues to tell Fig about Bucky’s shortcomings. Like how he can’t for the life of him pull food out of the oven on time. Fig gets bored and starts chewing on Sam’s finger. When Sam looks back at his partner, Bucky’s got a real soft expression on his face. There’s so much love in his eyes, it makes Sam’s heart stutter.

They spend the afternoon playing with Fig and Alpine, getting zero work done on the boat. They’re nothing but trouble. At one point, Sam has to talk Alpine down from the roof of the cabin. Bucky works himself into a tizzy thinking he lost Fig until a tiny paw shoots out from behind a crate to grab Bucky’s shoelace. They watch the pair of furballs chase each other and tumble around in a mess of black and white fur. Bucky fetches some take-out for himself and Sam, and brings back a box of supplies he got for the cats. The little ones munch away at their kibbles as Bucky and Sam giggle at around mouthfuls of food. They all end up on the bench in the cabin, tired and content. Alpine is sprawled out with her paws in the air. Fig is purring loudly where he’s curled up on Sam’s lap.

“Can’t believe you brought me kittens, Bucky,” Sam says into the cozy quiet between them. He smiles at the rumbling mound of black fur and brushes his finger over a tiny paw. “What has gotten into you?” he teases.

“I can, uh,” Bucky rubs the back of his neck. “If you don’t wanna keep ‘em, that’s alright, I’ll find good homes—”

Sam gasps and cups his hand over Fig’s little ears.

“I didn’t say that!” He looks down at Fig who has definitely fallen asleep. “Wouldn’t dream of sayin’ that,” he whispers urgently. “You and I belong together, Figgy.” Sam grins up at Bucky and his teasing melts into softness. “Just curious what you were thinkin’, that’s all.”

Bucky busies himself folding and unfolding the corner of the blanket that Alpine is stretched across. Sam can just make out the pink coloring his cheeks in the dim light.

“Well, I thought that,” Bucky starts carefully. “I thought you should have something… soft. If you wanted it.” Bucky’s eyes meet Sam’s for the briefest moment. “You should have things that make you happy. That are just yours. And I thought Fig might…”

“…Buck?”

Bucky swallows thickly. He doesn’t look away from where he’s smoothing the tip of Alpine’s tail. Sam maneuvers Fig closer and then scoops Alpine into his lap as well. She meows once in protest and then cuddles right into Fig. Sam scoots himself over till he’s pressed into Bucky’s side. He lays his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I have things that make me happy,” Sam murmurs. He reaches for Bucky’s hand and twines their fingers together. “You make me happy.”

“I wish that were true,” Bucky whispers so quiet Sam’s not sure he’s meant to hear it. He lifts his head.

“Hey, lookit me.” Bucky dutifully forces his gaze to meet Sam’s. “Just cause you’re a pain in the ass doesn’t mean you can’t make me happy too. Wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

“I’ve said a lot of things that weren’t true to you, Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Bucky chews on his lip, stares intently at a point over Sam’s shoulder but doesn’t fully turn away. The silence is broken by a squeak as Alpine yawns, and the click of her teeth when her jaw snaps closed again. Sam strokes the kitten’s head with his thumb. When he looks back up at Bucky, those baby blues are burning with an intensity Sam can’t read.

“Is that what you wanted to say to me, Buck?”

Bucky shakes his head. Sam nods to mean well, go on.

When Bucky still doesn’t say anything, Sam sighs.

“Man, I’m literally holding your hand right now and cuddling the cutest kittens I’ve ever seen and we’re in pink sunset lighting. What better set up do you need to tell me—”

His question is cut off by the press of Bucky’s lips.

Bucky kisses so softly and tastes so sweet, Sam melts into it with a sigh. He kisses back just as soft before curling his hand around Bucky’s neck and pulling him closer. A sound escapes Bucky, a hum of wanting. He scoots closer still and leans into Sam, tips Sam’s head back just a little. Their kisses are warm and new and earnest.

Mrow!

They look down at Alpine’s protest to find her being squished between Figaro and Bucky’s thigh. Bucky moves out of her space and Sam laughs.

“Sorry, this seat is taken and they’re cuter than you.”

Bucky gets his arm under Sam’s knees and hoists him and the kittens into his lap which just makes Sam laugh more. He wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulders while the other curls around the little bundles asleep on his thighs. Bucky beams at Sam like it’s the best day of his whole goddam life.

“Don’t get any ideas in you cyborg brain about man-handling me. I’m only letting you get away with this cause I don’t wanna disturb the kids.”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, I mean it, Buck. I can see you gettin’ ideas!”

“It’s not gonna be my fault if one of the cats falls asleep on you again!”

“You can’t use the cats to cuddle me.”

“Oh, I’m definitely going to.”

Sam laughs. “I see, this was your plan all along! Had nothin’ to do with keepin’ good luck or whatever.”

“Well—”

“Shut up, man.”

Sam leans down to kiss Bucky again and he’s enveloped in the warmth of strong arms and little furballs.

#cat dads #ask a bee #the mexi & bee show

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hustlerose · 3 years

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what if i wasnt diane? what if i wasa dana or danny or diana or darcie or daphne or dakota or.............. (southern accent) darlene..............

............what would u do then?

#cmere darlene we gotta git down to the aldi store n buy us some vee gann hawt dowgs #🤠🤠🤠🤠

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initcne-arch · 5 years

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i love that part of why darlene broke up w/ cisco is because he wouldn’t let her have a turtle lmao

#i mean. she broke up with him bc he proposed. but there was also the turtle incident.#@ darlene you never stay in one place what are u gonna do with a turtle #┆❛ TXT. OUTOFCHARA.

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hi op!! i love ur blog and content but was wondering if u had any poet/general poetry recs ❤️❤️

yes of course canım! a little unsure if you've sent this to the right blog (my content? where) but I'm always happy to share the poetry I love; here are some of my favorite poems! and anyone is welcome to add on, there's simply so much to be read...argh

"ghareeb," fatimah asghar (she has a fantastic poetry called if they come for us, I read an excerpt last week and am trying to get my hands on the rest!)

"mama come back," nellie wong

"I think of you while my coffee cools," darlene silva soberano

"the sound of one fork," minnie bruce pratt

not a poem but "poetry is not a luxury" by audre lorde is required reading if you haven't read it...please do

"a thing of beauty is a joy for ever," john keats, so true king

"ghost stories" by the narcissist cookbook is technically a song, but some of his songs are more spoken word, so I'd totally recommend a listen

"what is water?" danielle legros georges. if you don't read any of the other poems read this one. short but wonderfully crafted and the metaphor kicks the air out my lungs each time

"l'envoi," willa cather

"hope is the thing with feathers," emily dickinson

"the prestige" hanif abdurraqib. still unpacking this poem. just...still unpacking this poem. it reads and paces wonderfully

"and will thou weep when I am low," lord byron, because I like the lines "when I perish, thou alone/wilt sigh above my place of rest" like how stereotypically and tragically romantic

#i'm so so happy to give recs!! and thank you so much for asking!!#poetry #tbr #reading recommendations #answered asks #anonymous #z.txt

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here’s my giant leftist to-read list for the next few years!!!

if a little (done!) it written next to the book, it means i’ve finished it! i’m gonna try to update this as i read but no promises on remembering haha

Economics/Politics

Property by Karl Marx

Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx (done!)

Wages, Price, and Profit by Karl Marx (done!)

Wage-Labor and Capital by Karl Marx (done!)

Capital Volume I by Karl Marx

The 1844 Manuscripts by Karl Marx

Socialism: Utopian and Scientific by Fredrich Engles

Synopsis of Capital by Fredrich Engels

The Principles of Communism by Fredrich Engles

Imperialism, The Highest Stage Of Capitalism by Vladmir Lenin

The State And Revolution by Vladmir Lenin

The Revolution Betrayed by Leon Trotsky

Fascism: What is it and How to Fight it by Leon Trotsky

In Defense Of Marxism by Leon Trotsky

The Accumulation of Capital by Rosa Luxemborg

Reform or Revolution by Rosa Luxemburg

Discipline and Punish by Michel Foucault

The Conquest of Bread by Peter Kropotkin

On Anarchism by Noam Chomsky

Profit over People by Noam Chomsky

An Introduction to Marxist Economic Theory by Ernest Mandel

The Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith

The Postmodern Condition by Jean François Lyotard

Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher

The Socialist Reconstruction of Society by Daniel De Leon

Anarchism and Other Essays by Emma Goldman

Socialism Made Easy by James Connolly

Race

Biased: Uncover in the Hidden Prejudice That Shapes What We See, Think, and Do

Blindspot by Mahzarin R. Banaji

Racism Without Racists: Color-blind Racism And The Persistence Of Racial Inequality In America by Eduardo Bonilla-Silva

How To Be Less Stupid About Race: On Racism, White Supremacy And The Racial Divide by Crystal M. Flemming

This Book is Anti-Racist: 20 Lessons on How To Wake Up, Take Action, And Do The Work by Tiffany Jewell & Aurelia Durand

The Next American Revolution: Sustainable Activism For The Twenty-First Century by Grace Lee Boggs

Tell Me Who You Are by Winona Guo & Priya Vulchi

The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks About Race by Jesymn Ward

Class, Race, and Marxism by David R. Roediger

America for Americans: A History Of Xenophobia In The United States by Erica Lee

The Politics Of The Veil by Joan Wallach Scott

A Different Mirror A History Of Multicultural America by Ronald Takaki

A People’s History Of The United States by Howard Zinn

Black Theory

The Wretched Of The World by Frantz Fanon

Black Marxism by Cedric J Robinson

Malcolm X Speaks by Malcolm X

Women, Culture, and Politics by Angela Davis

Women, Race, & Class by Angela Davis (done!)

Freedom is a Constant Struggle by Angela Davis (done!)

The Meaning of Freedom by Angela Davis

Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde

Ain’t I A Woman? by Bell Hooks

Yearning by Bell Hooks

Dora Santana’s Works

An End To The Neglect Of The Problems Of The Negro Women by Claudia Jones

I Am Your Sister by Audre Lorde

Women’s Liberation And The African Freedom Struggle by Thomas Sankara

W.E.B. DuBois Essay Collection

Black Reconstruction by W.E.B. DuBois

Lynch Law by Ida B. Wells

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

Sula by Toni Morrison

Song Of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Paradise by Toni Morrison

A Mercy by Toni Morrison

This Bridge Called My Back by Cherríe Moraga

Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America

So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

Black Feminist Thought by Patricia Hill Collins

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Dr. Brittney Cooper

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Black Skins, White Masks and The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon

Killing of the Black Body

Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P Newton

Settlers; The myth of the White Proletariat

Fearing The Black Body; The Racial Origins of Fatphobia

Freedom Dreams; The Black Radical Imagination

How Capitalism Underdeveloped Black America

How Europe Underdeveloped Africa

An Argument For Black Women’s Liberation As a Revolutionary Force by Mary Anne Weathers

Voices of Feminism Oral History Project by Frances Beal

Ghosts In The Schoolyard: Racism And School Closings On Chicago’s South Side by Eve L. Ewing

Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon To White America by Michael Eric Dyson

Why We Can’t Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr.

Fatal Invention: How Science, Politics, Big Business, Re-create Race In The 21st Century by Dorothy Roberts

We Gon’ Be Alright: Notes on Race & Resegregation by Jeff Chang

They Can’t Kill Us All: Ferguson, Baltimore, and a New Era In America’s Racial Justice Movement by Wesley Lowery

The Common Wind by Julius S. Scott

Black Is The Body: Stories From My Grandmother’s Time, My Mother’s Time, And Mine by Emily Bernard

We Were Eight Years In Power: An American Tragedy by Ta-Nehisi Coates

American Lynching by Ashraf H. A. Rushdy

Raising Our Hands by Jenna Arnold

Redefining Realness by Janet Mock

When Affirmative Action Was White: An Untold History of Racial Inequality in Twentieth-Century America by Ira Katznelson

Whistling Vivaldi: How Stereotypes Affects Us and What We Can Do

Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Left of Karl Marx: The Political Life Of Black Communist Claudia Jones by Carole Boyce Davies

Black Studies Manifesto by Darlene Clark

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

The Souls Of Black Folk by W.E.B. Du Bois

Darkwater by W.E.B. Du Bois

The Education Of Blacks In The South, 1860-1935 by James D. Anderson

The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery And The Making Of American Capitalism by Edward E. Baptist

The Color Of Money: Black Banks And The Racial Wealth Gap by Mehrsa Baradaran

A Black Women’s History Of The United States by Daina Ramey Berry & Kali Nicole Gross

The Price For Their Pound Of Flesh: The Value Of The Enslaved, From Womb to Grave, In The Building Of A Nation by Daina Ramey Berry

North Of Slavery: The Negro In The Free States, 1780-1869 by Leon F. Litwack

Black Stats: African Americans By The Numbers In The Twenty-First Century by Monique M. Morris

Pushout: The Criminalization of Black Girls in Schools by Monique M. Morris

40 Million Dollar Slaves: The Rise, Fall, And Redemption of The Black Athlete by William C. Rhoden

From #BlackLivesMatter To Black Liberation by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

A More Beautiful And Terrible History: The Uses And Misuses Of Civil Rights History by Jeanne Theoharis

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History Of Medical Experimentation On Black Americans From Colonial Times To The Present by Harriet A. Washington

Working At The Intersections: A Black Feminist Disability Framework” by Moya Bailey

Theory by Dionne Brand

Black Women, Writing, And Identity by Carole Boyce Davies

Slavery By Another Name: The Re-enslavement Of Black Americans From The Civil War To World War II by Douglass A. Blackmon

Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

Some Of Us Are Very Hungry Now by Andre Perry

The Origins Of The Urban Crisis: Race and Inequality In Postwar Detroit by Thomas Surgue

They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraqib

Beyond Containment: Autobiographical Reflections, Essays and Poems by Claudia Jones

The Black Woman: An Anthology by Toni McCade

Double Jeopardy: To Be Black and Female by Frances Beal

How We Get Free: Black Feminism and the Combahee River Collective by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

Indigenous Theory

Colonize This! by Daisy Hernandez and Bushra Rehman

As We Have Always Done

Braiding Sweetgrass

Spaces Between Us

The Sacred Hoop by Paula Gunn Allen

Native: Identity, Belonging, And Rediscovering God by Kaitlin Curtice

An Indigenous People’s History Of The United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

Why Indigenous Literatures Matter by Daniel Heath Justice

Highway of Tears: A True Story of Racism, Indifference, And The Pursuit Of Justice For Missing And Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls by Jessica McDiarmid

The Other Slavery by Andrés Reséndez

Seven Fallen Feathers by Tanya Talaga

All Our Relations: Indigenous Trauma In The Shadow Of Colonialism by Tanya Talaga

All Our Relations: Finding The Path Forward by Tanya Talaga

Everything You Wanted To Know About Indians But Were Afraid To Ask by Anton Treuer

Rez Life: An Indian’s Journey Through Reservation Life by David Treuer

Latine Theory

Borderlands/La Frontera by Gloria Anzaldúa

Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of Pillage of A Continent by Eduardo Galeano

Inventing Latinos: A New Story of American Racism by Laura E. Gomez

De Colores Means All Of Us by Elizabeth Martinez

Middle Eastern And Muslim Theory

How Does It Feel To Be A Problem? Being Young And Arab In America by Moustafa Bayoumi

We Too Sing America: South Asian, Arab, Muslim, and Sikh Immigrants Shape Our Multiracial Future by Deepa Iyer

Alligator and Other Stories by Dima Alzayat

API Theory

Orientalism by Edward Said

The Making Of Asian America by Erika Lee

On Gold Mountain by Lisa See

Strangers From A Different Shore: A History of Asian Americans by Ronald Takaki

They Called Us Enemy (Graphic Novel) by George Takei

Yellow Peril!: An Archive of Anti-Asian Fear by Edited by John Kuo Wei Tchen and Dylan Yeats

Yellow: Race In America Beyond Black And White by Frank H. Wu

Alien Nation: Chinese Migration In The Americas From The Coolie Era Through World War II by Elliott Young

The Good Immigrants: How The Yellow Peril Became The Model Minorities by Madeline H. Ysu

Asian American Dreams: The Emergence Of An American People by Helen Zia

The Myth Of The Model Minority: Asian Americans Facing Racism by Rosalind S. Chou & Joe R. Feagin

Two Faces Of Exclusion: The Untold Story Of Anti-Asian Racism In The United States by Lon Kurashige

Whiteness

White Fragility by Robin Di Angelo (done!)

White Kids: Growing Up With Privilege In A Racially Divided America by Margaret A. Hagerman

Waking Up White by Deby Irving

The History of White People by Nell Irvin Painter

White Like Me: Reflections On Race From A Privileged Son by Tim Wise

White Rage by Carol Anderson

What Does It Mean To Be White: Developing White Racial Literacy by Robin DiAngelo

The Invention of The White Race: Volume 1: Racial Oppression and Social Control by Theodore W. Allen

The Invention of The White Race: Volume 2: The Origin of Racial Oppression in Anglo-America by Theodore W. Allen

Immigration

Call Me American by Abdi Nor Iftir

Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist At Work by Edwidge Danticat

My Family Divided by Diane Guerrero

The Devil’s Highway: A True Story by Luis Alberto Urrea

The Undocumented Americans by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio

Enrique’s Journey by Sonia Nazario

Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay In Forty Questions by Valeria Luiselli

Voter Suppression

One Person, No Vote: How Voter Suppression Is Destroying Our Democracy by Carol Anderson

Give Us The Vote: The Modern Struggle For Voting Rights In America by Ari Berman

Prison Abolition And Police Violence

Abolition Democracy by Angela Davis

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Davis

The Prison Industrial Complex by Angela Davis

Political Prisoners, Prisons, And Black Liberation by Angela Davis

Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson (done!)

The End Of Policing by Alex S Vitale

Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea J. Ritchie

Choke Hold: Policing Black Men by Paul Butler

From The War On Poverty To The War On Crime: The Making Of Mass Incarceration In America by Elizabeth Hinton

Feminist Theory

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

A Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraft

Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay

7 Feminist And Gender Theories

Race, Gender, And Class by Margaret L. Anderson

African Gender Studies by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

The Invention Of Women by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

What Gender Is Motherhood? by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

Feminism Without Borders: Decolonizing Theory, Practicing Solidarity by Chandra Talpade Mohanty

I Am Malala by Malala Youssef

LGBT Theory

Gender Trouble by Judith Butler

Performative Acts and Gender Constitution by Judith Butler

Imitation and Gender Insubordination by Judith Butler

Bodies That Matter by Judith Butler

Excitable Speech by Judith Butler

Undoing Gender by Judith Butler

The Roots Of Lesbian And Gay Opression: A Marxist View by Bob McCubbin

Compulsory Heterosexuality And Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich

Decolonizing Trans/Gender 101 by B. Binohan

Gay.Inc: The Nonprofitization of Queer Politics by Merl Beam

Pronouns Good or Bad: Attitudes and Relationships with Gendered Pronouns

Transgender Warriors

Whipping Girl; A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity

Stone Butch Blues by Lesie Feinberg (done!)

The Stonewall Reader by Edmund White

Sissy by Jacob Tobia

Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein

Butch Queens Up In Pumps by Marlon M. Bailey

Black On Both Sides: A Racial History Of Trans Identities by C Riley Snorton

Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin

Ezili’s Mirrors: Imagining Black Queer Genders by Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley

Lavender and Red by Emily K. Hobson

#ref #book list #reading list #leftist reading list

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