#even if you hate him and everything he does republicans can now say even the craziest things and it's considered NORMAL

[weepingfireflies]

"Why are you always so upset about people having shitty takes? You live in Texas"

Because it's not supposed to be normal. It is not reasonable for someone to hate and kill people who are different from them. It is not reasonable to try and force people to live their whole life in fear. They are not "just Conservatives" or just "people who think differently," they are dangerous people spouting harmful bullshit, and it is not fucking normal. It is not normal to have so little regard and care for other people, and it should never be normalized. The people who say, "There's always going to be people like that," need to realize that they are ACTIVELY hurting people, and that is not a normal or appropriate response. Don't make excuses for them. Don't let them get away with it.

#don't know if I got my point across completely but none of this is fucking normal and I need ppl to stop pretending it is #millions of people DIED because of right-wing assholes #trying to say 'it is what it is' when someone points it out is not the argument/statement you think it is #politics #us politics #important #death mention #death ment tw #I think people have gotten so used to Tr*mp and his bs that it's not surprising anymore #even if you hate him and everything he does republicans can now say even the craziest things and it's considered NORMAL #texas #leftist #Republicans dni #maga dni #fuck maga #fuck trump #fuck republicans #my posts

[misfitwashere]

Donald Trump has crushed his rivals in the Iowa caucuses. Should they drop out and let him take on Biden?

From Quora:

Let’s be honest, we all knew this was going to happen and the entire country and by extension the world were bracing themselves for it. However, the biggest news were the exit polls, 2/3 say they feel Trump won the 2020 election and the Biden Presidency is illegitimate, 44% said they were MAGAS and they would vote for Trump even if he was convicted of a crime.

DeSantis and Haley are road kill at this point. They had their chances, Haley could make it a little closer, DeSantis will stay in only for the inevitable losses to come and drop out within a month, 2 at the most.

The real issue is this one:

Joy Reid accuses White Christian Iowans of wanting to have people of color 'bow down' to them

Reid argued that evangelicals support Trump because they believe 'immigrants' and 'brown people' are 'illegitimate Americans'

Ok so what is it going to be folks. Trump has a 90% probability that he is going to win the Republican nomination, what are the Democrats going to do about it. Trump owns the evangelicals, all the mocking about him not being a Christian, the anti-Christ, none of them give a damn. He is their guy, their Jesus and he can say and do anything that he wants.

The General election effectively began last night.

The Republicans have made their agenda clear. Biden stole the election, doesn’t matter that everyone knows he did not, doesn’t matter how well he has led the country, doesn’t matter that Trump inspired and led an insurrection against the USA, what matters is what they believe.

Now what do the Democrats believe. Don’t even bother trying to convince evangelicals who have their Jesus martyr victim grifting them for money. Don’t think about those MAGA hatted folks, they want Trump.

There are 40% who are now ‘independents’ in the USA, they hold the balance of power. The Iowa caucuses have very few people but they have spoken for the Republicans, they want Trump, they worship and adore Trump. Trump could shoot them all on 5th avenue and they would gladly bow down. That is the GOP today.

Democrats, start your engines. No more whinging about Biden didn’t manage to overturn the Supreme Court decision to get your student loans cut, sorry kids you will have to pay, not as much as he did get you $50 billion back but not enough for you perfect kids. Millennials ditto, your raises were only 20% this year in your nice cushy jobs. Same for you African Americans, you are complaining the loudest, we hear you, you want more but you won’t get more if you don’t get up and vote for Biden, you will get nothing as Joy Reid has pointed out, you are illegitimate Americans to Trump supporters.

Same for you Latinos, you want to ‘bow down’ to Christian evangelicals. How about you classic Liberals, you like that Christian theocracy because if Trump wins it is surely coming. Oh and you Israel supporters bitching and moaning about Biden who is the strongest Presidential supporter of Israel ever, you don’t like him? Think about what Trump will give away.

Ditto to Ukraine and European supporters, you don’t want Trump, then you better wake up. How about those transatlantic Brits, you and the Aussies who are so dependent and deep in on AUKUS and everything else Biden has done for you, time to step up and support Biden.

I could go on but on the other side, the Saudis will clearly screw around with oil to raise the price of gas to push for Trump who will give them everything. They hate it that Biden is focused on renewables and the lies of Trump on Biden and oil? Hahaha what a joke, Biden is pumping more than Saudi the most oil pumped in the history of the world.

Putin is dancing in the street, he feels he just won the war in Ukraine. Make no doubt about it, Putin wants Trump as does Xi Jin Ping and every other authoritarian including Netanyahu. You like war, you like death you like the end of democracy on a global level, vote for Trump. He will take you down with him.

Oh and yes; Lies, lies and more damn lies you can see them coming. Daily, hourly ever more outlandish than the last ones.

This is the beginning of a 10 month campaign, buckle up, it is going to be the wildest and most important one in US history. Not hyperbole, reality.

Let’s get to work and make sure Trump gets crushed right back in November, 2024.

Henry R. Greenfield ·

Former Senior Consultant Global Digital Twin Technology at Integrated Facility Management (2019–2023)

#2024 elections

[charlie-artlie]

opinions on cassidy five nights at freddies and the golden duo theory

anon do you realize you’ve asked me about my favorite topic?

TLDR, i dont like either of these theories! but i love talking about them, and if you WOULD like to read about it, i will ramble at length under the cut

so I’ve already spoken at length about my issues with the cassidy theory but here’s a quick rundown:

if shes real, she is one of the most important characters in the entire series and we know literally nothing about her. her name was gotten from a cypher in a word search, and her popular fanon design was just a random kid on the same page (or a different page that was also cassidy relevant? idk) (also also, i have seen a great theory that midnight motorist is actually about cassidy, and honestly id love it if that were true and this was hidden cassidy lore all along, but the character is only referred to with he/him pronouns, which leads to my next issue)

every character that refers to her uses male pronouns. the only argument i could see for this is retcon, because im not going to argue with people that republican scott cawthon made a character named cassidy with he/him pronouns. this would have to mean that sometime between the security log book and UCN scott changed cassidy into a completely new character, which to me, is a much bigger leap than the retcon from “SAVE HIM” to charlie, but, thats just me :/

her name was removed from princess quest, which signifies to me that she is not supposed to represent the princess in that game. steel wool has hidden lots of easter eggs and lore hints in the code, but to my knowledge the only one they’ve removed is the princesses name as cassidy (renaming her just ‘princess’ i believe). imo, it makes more sense if the princess represents vanessa, seeing as they follow the same path, both collect the vanny mask, both get trapped by glitchtrap, beating the game frees vanessa, etc etc etc

my honest opinion? everything she represents in the story would be better served to a pre-established character. i KNOW im biased as a charlie stan, but literally why isn’t TOYSNHK charlie? shes already established as having more control and awareness than the other spirits and likely was the only one who personally KNEW afton when she was alive, giving her even more motive to hate him. or even CC would make more sense! arguably the very first child to die to an animatronic, narratively, it’d make way more sense for it to be him. hes been stewing in agony and remnant for decades, seeing everything his father does, the one character who ACTUALLY has a connection to the golden freddy suit, and! now that we have a slightly more concrete answer to the fnaf 4 cameras from sister location, could actually be counted as one of his fathers victims!

okay, now with that out of the way, onto why i specifically dont like the golden duo theory, because, here’s the thing, even if I could accept cassidy as a Thing in the franchise (which i can! she’s been acknowledged by scott so I have to accept that shes at least real in some capacity [cassacity]) i STILL have issues with the golden duo theory for different reasons

the first and biggest reason is simply that CC is a hugely lore relevant character, who has an actual backstory, a tie to the main villain and the main protagonist (if you consider michael the protagonist, which i personally do), and makes narrative sense to possess golden freddy (the animatronic that killed him, not to mention his father possesses its counterpart, i mean come ON that is just a delicious parallel!!) cassidy, meanwhile, is a name you can find in a word search. and thats pretty much it. (not counting the yandere simulator chica mini game as actual cassidy lore. im literally just saying no. you cant make me.) im sorry, but it just cheapens CCs role in the story. there is literally no point in making him share golden freddy

its just not present in the games at all. there was every opportunity in UCN to hint/tease/confirm this but none of those things were done. the ONLY thing i’ll grant is that “The One You Should Not Have Killed” and “The Vengeful Spirit” COULD MAYBE be different characters, but why would they be? that sounds like two similar descriptions of the same character to me, personally.

the only evidence for it in the books is that, if you ALREADY believe that cassidy and CC are both possessing golden freddy, you can then reverse engineer that theory into “cassidy is TOYSNHK” by saying its a parallel to the stitchwraith plot line. feels more likely to me that TOYSNHK was originally just going to be andrew from the books? i just dont see how any of this actually ties to cassidy

the security log book. i hate the stupid security log book. everything in it is so arbitrary but its also the lynchpin for major fanon accepted theories. sorry but the “two spirits are talking to each other and also michael i guess” just doesnt hold water for me. why is the dialog on random pages out of order, and why does some of it not even line up with each other. the logbook honestly made more sense to me when the theory was bite victim=michael, the way it is now just seems like people deciding it means whatever they want it to mean

okay now this one is a little more nitpicky but im including it anyway (this is again more of problem with cassidy in general but stay with me) including cassidy in the missing children incident would mean we have five missing kids (cassidy, fritz, jeremy, gabriel, and susie), and then separate from that incident i guess, is charlie, and then also separate from that incident is CCs death, so seven dead kids in total (ignoring elizabeth since shes at SL, and also the “second missing children incident”, which is another theory i dislike but thats a rant for another anon messenger). with that math, that means someone HAS to be excluded from the fnaf 6 gravestone ending and i hate that. if cassidy is one of the missing children then shes the obscured gravestone, and then only charlie or CC could be the one in the distance, and excluding either of them feels wrong. CC is (arguably) the first kid to die in a freddys and (arguably….) what started everything happening, and charlie is the one to help the others possess the original suits. they are both more established characters than cassidy, who, again, we know nothing about.

all of that is to say this: if cassidy is a thing, why does she have to be in golden freddy? can i tell you what id prefer? what i think would be so much more narratively satisfying? what i lay awake at night staring without blinking up at the ceiling gritting my teeth wishing was real? i wish…cassidy was possessing freddy. freddy, og brown freddy, is the face of the franchise, and has literally zero lore significance. the only reason we know who possess him is from inference from the fnaf 6 gravestone pic lining up with the fnaf 3 ending head placement (does this sentence make any sense? can anyone hear me?) if cassidy is freddy, then charlie is the fifth missing child (i see no reason why she couldn’t be, theres nothing to indicate that the kids all died on the exact same day) and CC is golden freddy and the narrative is satisfying. cassidy can still be important, can even still be TOYSNHK for all i care, and CC can continue to writhe around in golden freddy in the 5020 ending.

deep weary sigh. i think…. thats actually all i have to say on the subject. if you’ve read this far thanks and also sorry. i just wanna cap this off by saying im not mad at anyone who likes cassidy theory or likes cassidy as a character, i have absolutely no problem with any of that! my problem is entirely with scott, who has just dropped this deus ex machina william-afton-seeking-missile on the table in front of us and refused to elaborate.

#charlie chatterbox #anon how could you do this to me #i had things to do tonight………. #im joking but im actually thrilled #not an exaggeration this is my favorite topic #fnaf theories in general are my favorite and this one really does keep my up at night #cuz like….as much as i hate it and dont think it makes sense #there isn’t really a better explanation?? except andrew theory but thats almost more unstatifying lmao #fnaf #fnaf neg #what’s the tag this has gotta be a tag

[antisocialite83]

One of my guilty pleasures is watching popular shows AFTER the popularity is all gone. For example, I’m watching #Scandal. Like, THE OLIVIA POPE(!!!) for the first time ever. Don’t get me wrong, I know the outline. However, since there are no such thing as #spoilers (my opinion bc I’ve never “heard” a description that EVER does a film justice), something always gets left out. I have to see the story unfold for myself. I like to fill in my own blanks.

THIS SHOW IS GOOD!!!!

Wow. #OliviaAndFitz are actually the least interesting thing happening on this show lol. There’s always some unbelievable actual scandal going on. So far, I’ve made it into the second season and jeez! It’s free smoke for everybody. They be reading each other for fiiiiiilth!!!(I especially HATE how condescending and downright mean #Cyrus is to James). Also, is Olivia Pope a republican!?! Cuz, what!? But not surprising.

So far I really like Olivia and Cyrus’ odd couple friendship. Huck and Olivia are better friends tho. I can tell their relationship is more intimate, less transactional. lol Even when they’re pissed with each other, they’re still fiercely loyal. I hope he gets to be with his family again. The callous way Charlie tried to break him(#752 🥹), I hope he die real slow. Somebody gon have to pop his ass. I can’t believe I’m only on season 2. Speaking of which, I’ve just gotten to where Eli Pope reveals himself to Cyrus. Olivia doesn’t know…yet. Looking forward to that. Most importantly, it seems like everybody run the White House EXCEPT the president. Specifically, #Mellie, Olivia, and Cyrus.

This is def not everything I’ve noticed/seen BUT I am getting sleepy, finally(!). My sleep’s been better these past couple of nights. I guess political dramas lull me 😂😂😂. I’m glad to have another insomnia treatment.

Oh yeah, Fitz is a immature DICK. Even tho I’m only on S2, something tells me that will be consistent throughout the series.

Finally have made it to season 6. Lemme just once again say, THIS IS A GOOD ASS SHOW!!!!

Also, every character needs therapy.

More importantly, can Lauren, the President’s secretary, PLEASE get some props. She the least corrupted person on the show.

First of all, so glad Olivia and Fitz did not get a happy ending. They didn’t deserve it. Cyrus really got what was coming to him and it was sad but also not really. Too much blood on his hands AND he’s a deadbeat/absentee father!!!! Like, he had no concern about Ella at all. Too busy scheming smh.

Abby is a dick. Lowkey, and now majorly highkey you can see how envious/resentful she is of Olivia. That can happen when you feel indebted to someone. Also, take Olivia off the pedestal lol cuz she def be fuxking up to. Fitz is painfully…MEDIOCRE. And also co-dependent. Like he can’t function without a women around men…managing him. I can’t believe how corrupt this firecr**ch ass bitch became. Also, tho if these the same people who have manage to (somewhat)muzzle Rowan, then I get it. The scary lady who’s name i don’t know, is the actress who plays the mom in #YoungSheldon lmao seeing Mary Cooper be a badass is sendiiiiing me 😂😂😂. “Ms. Majorie Ruland”, and ole boy really knew how to tap into Abby’s insecurities.

RIP HUCK!!!! 🥺😡🥺🥺 …..sike! That was a damn good plot twist. But my boy should stick to his guns. A lesson in trusting your instincts. Had Olivia not started questioning her most loyal friend, I don’t think this would’ve happen. But I knew that girl was a weirdo. And he did to. Of course tho, Olivia couldn’t see the forest for the trees. At least not when it comes to her father.

Season 7!!!!

Mellie is president! And a damn good one. Quinn and Charlie being badass vigilante murderers, who make a kid 🥹🥹🥹>>>>>. That damn Cyrus ain’t NEVA leaving the White House. He should have his own wing atp. Seeing Olivia become Eli is cray. She don’t even wear white anymore!!! But Noir Olivia does have much better hair. Lol. I’m so glad Abby is back in the also(it’s lowkey still fuck her tho). I feel like Olivia is gonna snap. And I’m so ready.

Curtis > Jake > Fitz.

Overall : 4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

#scandal #olivia pope #scandal abc #plot twist #justiceforlaurenthesecretary #who run the world #character development #shonda rimes

[day0walkersdrafts]

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t out to your dad?”

“I tried!”

The floorboards in the middle of Xavier’s room creak when Adam paces them. He remembers dancing around them to sneak out as a teenager. They’re well worn in the areas where his feet would land, jumping in from his window.

Xavier’s childhood bedroom becomes absolutely suffocating with every single squeak as Adam walks back and forth from dresser to bed, dresser to bed. There’s still posters of his favorite athletes on the walls—very apt, considering the type of guy he’s ended up with. Adam looks handsome in the outfit he’d picked for Christmas dinner. Nice cashmere sweater, fitted chinos, loafers. Xavier was in a old crew neck sweater that had a hole in the back from where he’d snapped the tag out with his teeth.

Adam doesn’t just look handsome. He looks furious. His pale cheeks are tinted maroon, sharp brows yanked in tight as he fumes. He always kept his hair swept back from his forehead in a very careful way, but strands keep falling forward. It would be cute, if the situation weren’t so awkward.

“Bullshit,” he snips, finally pausing to stand in front of Xavier, who sits on his bed. Adam’s willowy with his height, only an inch shorter than Xavier, but much leaner. He’s got a classic rowers build, as Lark had put it when he’d introduced them. It was been, simply put, absolute lust at first sight and then a relationship sort of stumbling along after.

Telling Adam anything about his family after only dating him for a few months felt…wrong. Like he was divulging their secrets to a stranger; we grew up poor, my mothers a nurse, my little sister is autistic so she’s going to ask you weird questions, but she’s very sweet, by the way my dad has no idea that I date men. Adam didn’t need to know these things, only now he did. Because he’s here, in Boston, on Christmas, with Xavier’s family just downstairs.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Xavier says lamely, putting his hands to his hair and then behind his neck. He groans out, stares at the ceiling where a poster of Alice Deejay keeps almost falling. “I didn’t know how to tell him! He’s—I mean, he’s—my dad is a good guy, Adam. He’s just—”

“Republican?” Adam snorts, crossing arms over his chest.

“Fuck no,” Xavier replies hotly. “He’s a union worker—he hates republicans—stop it!” Xavier stands quickly, presses himself forward. Adam doesn’t give inches, stares up with narrowed, venomous eyes. Xavier likes that about him, usually. Most of the time, arguments can quickly dissolve into irritated, frantic sex that resolves everything. Not happening in his shitty twin bed, one floor above his family. His father.

“Let’s just—let’s have dinner.” He reaches for Adam’s hand. It doesn’t move for a long moment, until he finally sighs and takes it. Xavier laces their fingers. Adam has thick calluses from rowing. They feel fantastic down his sides, over his spine, usually. He squeezes their palms together, brows upturned apologetically. Adam leans in then, gives Xavier a kiss that lingers for a long moment. Arms entwine around each others necks, kiss deepening.

Xavier day dreams about his mothers sweet potato casserole while they kiss.

—

Naturally, the fight happens directly in the middle of dinner.

“You’re being rude,” Xavier seethes, leaning across the end of the table. His father sits directly across, on the other side. Men at the head, sort of thing. Which placed Adam very awkwardly beside him, tucked close to Emily, who was squeezed in next to Jesse who was staring at their father with her giant, disapproving eyes. She’d recently gone vegetarian, so she was also at odds with the senior Wolffe.

“Does anyone want another drink?” Xavier’s mother stands from the table quickly. She gives Adam a charming, Massachusetts mother’s PTA smile, all teeth. Hospitable even after a double shift at the hospital. “Maybe more wine?”

“Please,” Adam says, returning the expression, only his is pinched and his voice is desperate.

“How am I being rude?”

“Say boyfriend,” Xavier hisses. He hasn’t put his knife down, so it sticks up in his fist like a weapon, holiday ham still clinging to it. His father continues cutting through his own food, without looking up. He’s not made eye contact with Xavier much in the last few hours, since he’d walked in with Adam and introduced him as boyfriend. “Not friend. He’s not my fucking room mate.”

“Language.” His father raises his fork slightly at that, but otherwise continues his meal.

“I like your sweater,” Emily says softly. She’s the only Wolffe at the dinner table with black hair, which she’d been dying for years now.

“Thank you,” Adam replies, smiling kindly at her.

“He is,” James Wolffe starts, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Your boyfriend.” It seems a difficult sentence to get out and he still doesn’t make eye contact, chewing his food thoroughly before swallowing. “So, he is a boy, that is your friend—”

Xavier tosses the knife down on the table, laughing in a way that is ice cold and devoid of humor.

“Well, we do a lot more than friends, Dad.”

“Xavier James Wolffe,” his mother snaps, overfilling Adam’s glass of wine. Red splashes over the good tablecloth, the one that gets used every year. His grandparents had sat down at this table, with this tablecloth.

“Do you need a cigarette?” Tess asks desperately, tugging at Xavier’s sleeve. She’s leaned in close, trying to communicate with her eyes alone, but it isn’t working. Because Xavier is staring directly at his father, who is staring directly at his son. Both of them have the same ruddy color to their cheeks, a vein throbbing in their temple. Xavier kicks back from his chair at the same time James Wolffe does.

“You are an asshole!” Xavier starts, walking around the table.

“Do not talk to me like that, in my house!”

Adam sips at the overfilled glass of wine.

—

One month later, they break up.

Xavier is panting when he pulls away, his face cradled in warm, callused hands. Adam groans, looking down at him. Those strong, athletes palms brush Xavier’s hair back from his forehead, away from his temples. They massage softly, sweetly and Xavier closes his eyes to the sensation—to the attention. His mouth is sore, but in that way he sort of likes. Enjoys the affection more, but he’ll take both. He kisses wetly from Adam’s hip up to his rib, lathes his tongue over his sternum and higher.

“You’re ridiculously good at that,” his boyfriend comments, breathing still irregular. His lays the back of a hand over his face and sighs out contently.

“Aw shucks, thanks,” Xavier coos as he leans in to try and get a kiss. Adam laughs and puts his hand to Xavier’s cheek, pushing him away.

“Gross, not directly after,” he says. Xavier dives in again, playfully but Adam dodges it, rolling onto his side and then away, off the bed. He lays there still, soaking in the warmth that he’d left on the mattress, the smell of him—lake and nature—on his pillow. Xavier tucks it up under his chest and watches Adam begin to dress.

“Oh.” Xavier frowns and then tries to smile, but his brows pinch upward. “I thought you were spending the night.”

“I have early practice. You know I have to be up at like four in the morning.” Adam leans over and presses a quick, chaste kiss to Xavier’s temple. “But after, we uh,” he pauses as he unfolds to stand straight. He fidgets with the strings on his sweatpants, glancing around Xavier’s room. “I’ll come over after practice, okay?”

“Sure.” Xavier turns onto his back, hands on his stomach. For some reason, he waves, because he actually isn’t sure…what else to do. The awkwardness lingers in his stomach like a fat, heavy stone as Adam leaves his room. The feeling lasts through out the night, when he doesn’t get any text messages. He feels an itch forming between his shoulder blades, an ice cube between his ribs the size of a fist starting to melt.

Adam tells him over breakfast that they should see other people.

“What the fuck?” Xavier throws his hands into the air. The bagel and cream cheese have one giant bite from him out of it, still half wrapped in tinfoil. It almost hurt that Adam had remembered his favorite flavor, onion. Even got it extra toasted.

“I don’t want to be back in the closet, Xavier,” Adam explains. He sits across from him at the absolute poor excuse for a table. It’s a round, pub style one that he was pretty sure Benny had simply found one day and brought up himself. As is most of the furniture in the apartment. Xavier tucks his arms around his waist. That ice feeling is back, only now it’s simply a cool puddle that makes his appetite disappear.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on.” Adam flips a hand in the air, looking away, uncomfortable. “I know you’re bisexual, Xavier, but—”

“But what? I’m not bisexual enough? I mean, I gave you fucking head this morning,” Xavier laughs—and then the laugh cuts off and he swallows a hard lump that suddenly wedges itself behind his trachea, because he had given Adam head that morning. And Adam hadn’t said no. Hadn’t stopped him, but, the way he talks, makes it so clear that he’s been thinking about this seeing other people break up for longer than a morning.

Xavier feels like chewed up, discarded gum suddenly. Like his insides are dirty from it. His throat burns, the urge to wipe at his mouth strong. He’s used. Easy. His face goes blisteringly hot. He doesn’t find the courage to say that at all.

“I’m worried about you,” Adam says, but the concern feels as fake as their entire relationship suddenly feels. He stands from the table, but Xavier stays sitting. His arms tuck further around himself, cupping his ribs protectively. Xavier doesn’t watch Adam start to leave. “I just feel like you’re going to do what your dad wants. And—he’s going to want you to end up with a girl, Xavier.”

“Fuck off, Adam,” he snaps finally. His teeth clip together with it, nearly bite the tip of his tongue. He almost wishes he had—almost wishes something physical actually hurt, to explain the way his chest is twisting about. To help with how badly his stomach suddenly burns. He swallows to stop himself from saying anything else and listens to the sound of Adam’s annoying, squeaky sneakers as he leaves.

—

Xavier is rolling the joint as his sister flicks through his phone to find the appropriate playlist. It bluetooth connects to a speaker and she makes sure to turn it up just loud enough to probably annoy their downstairs neighbor.

Tess tosses him a lighter and leans back on the couch, sighing dramatically. She’s shaved her head down again, leaving wisps at her ears, microbangs that look fluffy. She’d been with him when he got his bridge pierced, so she has a matching one—and more. Tess looks authentic. She looks like herself. Like, someone utterly at ease with shaving her head one day and wearing a mens button up and leather shorts. She kicks one of her booted feet up onto the coffee table and holds out her hand.

Xavier passes the joint.

“I don’t know how to look more gay,” Xavier explains tiredly.

“You wear flannel like every day and you have your tongue pierced. Xavier. You’re fucking gay,” Tess replies puffing on the joint. She looks at it with an arched brow. “You’ve gotten way better at this.” He holds out his hand and she tucks the joint between his fingers, grinning wickedly. He can’t help but smile back at her.

“But people look at me and think I’m straight, still.”

“You listen to techno music.”

“And I like hockey.”

“You have a mullet,” Tess leans over quickly to ruffle his hair. He swats at her hand, the joint nearly falling from his lips. She takes it from him and leans back on the couch again, glaring. “Adam was an asshole, but—” she cringes, takes a drag from the joint, waves off the smoke in the air. “Dad freaked him out. I can’t blame him for that. Like, fuck him? You know? Fuck that guy. If I see him, I’ll kick his fucking knee out—but, Dad’s a lot. That was a lot for someone you were only dating for a few months.”

Xavier sinks into the couch, blinking up at the beige ceiling. The weed makes him suddenly feel warm and cold at the same time, dead in his limbs and exhausted. He rubs a hand over his face.

“What if he’s right?”

“About?”

“Ending up with a girl because Dad wants me to.”

Tess is quiet for a moment, her thumb nail in her mouth, joint burning away between her fingers. She’s always been bad about passing back, but he doesn’t hassle her for it. She’d traveled all the way from LA to come see him, drop of the hat type of shit. Tess does that for him; always had. Always will. People used to confuse them for twins when they were younger, had always asked her where’s your twin, Theresa? And she’d have to correct them.

“Xavier,” she starts, leaning toward him.

“Well, well, well,” Benny’s sleazy drawl makes either of them look up. He stands there, in a loose fitting tank top that has the American flag on it and a giant X spray painted over it—custom work of his, since Ben never missed an opportunity to both thrift clothes, and alter them to look worse. Or better, in his opinion. Tess lights up at the sight of him, launching herself from the couch to throw arms around his neck. He picks her up in the hug, swinging her around as they both dissolve into high pitched, loud laughter.

“Wh-when did you get in town?” he asks, still holding her around the waist. They’re the same height, especially since they’re both in combat boots. She slaps her hands to his cheeks, shaking his head.

“Baby brother emergency, I flew in.”

“Big spender.”

“You know it.”

They squawk at each other, a back and forth conversation that Xavier tunes out, but listens to none the less. Watches Benny’s open, happy expression and Tess gesturing with her story. He sinks further into the couch, into himself. He blinks lazily, trying hard to be content. To be warm and happy. To feel something, other than dread.

What if he’s right?

“So you w-wanna come?”

“What?” Xavier blinks and sits up, glancing between Benny and his sister.

“Party.” Benny claps his hands together in front of Xavier’s face, making him recoil and cover his ears. “Tee says you ne-need to get out the apartment. Have fun.” He contemplates saying no. He could say no. Benny is the kind of guy that takes no for an answer, lets it be a complete sentence with no explanation. His sister is the same, but they’re both looking at him, and making him anxious. Making the pit in his stomach feel bigger. So he smiles, in a way he hopes is convincing and stands.

“Okay. Party.”

—

Xavier closes himself into the bathroom with giant, gasping breathes for air. He folds his hands over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. His heart beats out of rhythm, out of sync. For a brief moment, he wonders if it’s even pumping blood correctly. If his limbs are going to decay and fall off because it’s not working right. He’s not working right. He lets his hands fall, pulls in big desperate breathes of air.

“You’re okay,” he whispers to himself. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” The party thumps loudly at the bathroom door. It begs for his attention, screams at him to come back. Continue, drink more, smoke more. He’d lost track of Ben by accident, and his sister hadn’t tagged along. “You’re okay” he repeats again, folding hands behind his neck.

Xavier feels briefly pathetic, thinking he needs either of them. Like he isn’t a grown adult. Like he isn’t a man. His father’s face flashes across his mind, this horrible painful strike of a memory, of being at Sunday mass, at his father smiling down at him, proudly. He slaps his hand on the door, the other to his forehead.

It takes what feels like, a very long time, for the panic attack to go away. Xavier trembles with it, fixes the collar of his shirt. He tugs at the crucifix necklace until its out so he can hold onto it. Then he feels silly, childish, and stuffs it back in. Xavier spares himself a glance in the mirror to poke his hair back into place.

When he shoves the door open, someone shrieks.

“Oh fuck,” Xavier dances around the door, quickly grabbing onto the person he’d slapped it into. The girl stumbles as his hand clasps around her bicep. She stares up at him with giant, pretty brown eyes that blink furiously. “Oh fuck, I am so sorry.” He lets go quickly, taking a step back, jumping when he runs into someone else. It propels him forward and closer to her—and he’s shocked to hear a giggle.

It’s a nice sound. Something dainty and soft.

“Wow,” she says, tucking strands of hair behind her ears and smiling up at him. “You have huge hands.” He looks down at them, palms up and then back up at her. She’s blushing furiously, curved into herself slightly. “Uh, I didn’t mean to say that.” Xavier feels his smile return a little bit, the back of his neck still clammy and cold. He slowly extends a hand, wraps it around her shoulder and laughs.

“Sorry about that.” She bites her lip and shakes her head.

“That’s okay.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence, that is filled by the pounding music. He tucks closer to her.

“I’m Xavier,” he says, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her bicep, to her petite forearm. She looks absolutely mesmerized by the trail. It makes him feel good, to see her look at him like that—like he’s something to be in awe of.

“Daisy,” she replies, her smile demure. Daisy, he thinks. My dad would like that name.

—

More than half a year later, Xavier is falling onto the couch.

“Tell me if this is offensive.”

“Yeah?”

“No, like, please, tell me if this is offensive, I won’t be mad, I swear.”

“Why d’you think it’s offensive, Xavier?”

Benji leans at the other end of the couch, arms folded over his chest. He’s trying to hold in a smile, but it’s fighting it’s way onto his face, just the way Xavier likes it. He wants to coax at that grin, tell a shitty joke that’ll have Benji bursting with a real laugh. Instead he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and starts tucking it around them.

“You don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“I don’t,” Benji replies with a charming nod. He starts to wiggle, get himself comfortable. Benji has to pat at the pillows around him, arrange them just so. Xavier thinks of it like a cat that’s clawing things up to get them perfect. He watches, mutely enjoying the show as his hand curves around Benji’s ankle. His own long legs are tossed up onto the coffee table, green and red striped socks on.

The apartment is horribly decorated, and all of it is Xavier’s doing. Ben hates the holidays and Lark has been dragged away to meet Matilda’s parents for the first time. They’d all wished him luck at the airport while Matilda rolled her eyes, their tones grave, their hands patting his shoulders like it was the last time they’d ever see him again.

Still, snowflakes hang from the ceilings and lights are strewn up around the edges of the walls. A terrible little fake tree stands in the corner, where underneath presents are wrapped and tossed. There’s one that has “DO NOT OPEN, CONTAINS BOMB” that Xavier is fairly certain is for Benji, from Benny, even though he won’t be around when the clock strikes midnight to watch Benji open it up and find shiny maroon Doc Martens.

Doctor who? Xavier asked playfully, watching Benny tape the box shut haphazardly. Fuck off, Xavier.

“I just like the movies, okay?” he whines pathetically, patting at Benji’s thighs to get the blanket tight around him, the way he knows he likes.

“Colonizer,” Benji sighs, tucking hands behind his head and scooting down further, so his legs can fully drape over Xavier’s lap.

“No one can resist A Charlie Brown Christmas,” he replies sagely as he turns the TV on.

He isn’t home for the holidays, because, truthfully, he hasn’t talked much with his father since the Adam Incident, which is how Jessie refers to it. She’d called him earlier that day, with Emily and their mother, to wish him a Merry Christmas Eve. Asked, even then, if he was going to find a Greyhound bus to take him home.

Xavier feels a little lost without the traditions of his good ol’ Irish Catholic family. Without them; without his sisters bothering him, or his mother making him extra food because his stomach never gets full. Xavier hates admitting that he feels lost without his father too, but he can’t approach that. Doesn’t know when he will—if he will. His hand squeezes around Benji’s ankle, looking at him out his periphery.

“Maran says hi,” Benji comments and Xavier fully turns then. He crawls over his boyfriend, Charlie Brown forgotten.

“What? Tell him hi—tell him to call—facetime us. It’s already Christmas over there!”

“Maran is Jewish.”

“Oh my fucking God, I am offensive, aren’t I?” Xavier blurts, his eyes widened in horrified surprise. It makes Benji burst into that laugh he’d wanted so bad, this loud thing that causes his head to toss back. His legs drum a bit, jostling Xavier, who starts to settle over his lap. He leans down, grinning ear to ear, cheeks painful with that stretched smile.

Instead of calling Maran, Benji sets his phone to the side. He puts his hands to Xavier’s cheeks, brushing thumbs over his skin, his head tilted slightly as his laugh peters out to just a smile. Looking down at him, hands braced on the couch and on Benji’s shoulder, he feels adrift—in the best sort of way. Not lost at sea without a life jacket, but calmly drifting, the beach still in sight.

“M’not saying Merry Christmas.”

“Happy Holidays?”

“That’s fuckin’ cornier, Xavier—”

He gets cut off by the press of a kiss. Just one that turns to two, that turns to many, until Xavier is fully laid on him. Their arms wrap up around each other, the kissing turning deeper, but not yet intimate. Just—kissing. For the sake of kissing, for the sake of being close in a way that can convey differently than words. Benji kisses him so thoroughly, Xavier feels dizzy when he pulls away. Their warm breaths fan each others faces, Xavier’s cheeks pink and Benji’s that warm dark color that lives pretty underneath his brown skin.

“Nice,” Xavier says, slightly ruining it just to make Benji laugh again.

#xavier #benji #uni au #xavier x benji

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hello dont suppose youd mind saying why for all mankind is centrist? or no any analysis of that? (i have no investment in the show i just like reading analysis)

The show isn’t so much centrist in its text, but moreso in its implicit politics. It makes a lot of starting assumptions visa-vi what the “neutral position” is, and builds everything on top of that, baking unexamined bias into the very fabric of the story.

You can tell a lot about a show’s politics by what positions it rejects out of hand. There are multiple instances where a character will essentially turn to the camera, waggle their eyebrows, and say “Isn’t socialism such a ridiculous idea? Here in America we have capitalism, which is obviously superior.” It ain’t subtle. It makes gestures towards social progressivism, but at its core the show is fundamentally conservative. In later seasons there’s a lot of talk about free markets and neoliberalism, which I guess makes sense since they’re set in the late 80s/early 90s, they were topics of conversation at the time, but I think it’s telling that rather than interrogating those concepts, the show treats them as a given. As far as the show is concerned, these concepts aren’t ideologies, they are Facts. (semi-related sidebar, saying “what if Steve Jobs was Elon Musk and was black” and then putting that guy in the position of a ruthless and manipulative antagonist feels pretty gross, but I don’t feel qualified to unpack that.)

Due to the show’s setting during the Cold War, it’s basically required that at least some dialogue occur between the two ideological positions at either end of that conflict, and that absolutely does happen here. The American side is frequently shown to be incredibly flawed, and is very often wrong about stuff. On the other hand... I’m not about to say that the Soviet government was anything other than an oppressive/repressive authoritarian regime, but the decision to cast almost every Russian character as a mustache-twirling cartoon villain seems, I dunno, unfair somehow? Even the most reprehensible American characters get layers and nuance and heaps of backstory, meanwhile the most complex and sympathetic Russian character gets “manipulating you but feels bad about it.” Every other Russian is shot and performed like a bad guy in a Marvel movie.

Its treatment of gay characters is also worth noting. They spend a little while talking about the Pink Scare, a drive to root out secret homosexuals in government agencies. In order to dodge the inspectors, the only lesbian character pairs off with the only gay character, who acts as her beard. The Pink Scare is a real thing, and this sort of thing absolutely did happen. Later the lesbian character is on a failed mission in space, and thinking she’s about to die, comes out to her mission commander. He takes it poorly, saying she should have kept it to herself. In fairness, this is framed as wrong by the show. But also, she does keep it to herself. Her orientation is never mentioned again, and later she runs for president as a Republican, in an era where the Republican platform was exceptionally homophobic. She’s presented as a successor to Reagan. Granted, the story isn’t finished, and they might still do something with her character, but right now it doesn’t seem great.

Then there’s the show’s gender politics. Sexism was and is a major issue in the space program, especially during the period the show is set. Its a major topic of conversation throughout the show, and textually a lot of what they’re saying and doing is good. My favorite character in this whole thing, Danielle Poole, is a black woman who gets to take the first steps on Mars, which is nice. Oooon the other hand, in terms of what actually happens, things look less great. The show has a sizable main cast, but it consistently centers Ed as the de facto main character. I hate Ed. The entire plot is fueled by Ed’s fragile ego, and the show bends over backwards to give him what he wants. The wants and needs of every other character, man woman and child, are sacrificed to prop up his masculinity. He’s impulsive, emotionally unstable, controlling, and self-centered, and the show is in love with him.

Finally, there’s the basic assumptions of the show’s premise. It presents an alternate history in which America lost the space race. They seem to have forgotten that, by almost every metric, America lost the space race in reality too.

The USSR set the record in:

first to orbit

first living thing to orbit

first living thing retrieved from orbit (alive)

first man to orbit

first woman to orbit

first multi-crew spaceflight

first spacewalk

first to orbit the moon

first to land on the moon

first robotic sample return

first to escape Earth’s sphere of influence

first to flyby Venus (also netting them first to reach another planet)

first to orbit Venus

first to land on Venus

first flight in another planet’s atmosphere (a feat only recently matched by the Mars Ingenuity helicopter)

first to flyby Mars

first to land on Mars

first single-module space station

first multi-module space station

also, tragically, the USSR also set the record for the first deaths in space.

Meanwhile, the USA set the record in:

first spy satellite

first to orbit Mars

first man on the moon

After that folks usually stop counting, but for completeness’s sake, the USA also got:

first to flyby Mercury

and Jupiter

and Saturn

and Uranus

and Neptune

Now obviously the outer planets and the moon are not minor achievements, but even with those milestones taken into consideration the USA was absolutely thrashed by the USSR. The writers of this show are drowning in the koolaid that is the American narrative of the space race. American history textbooks begrudgingly cop to the Soviets getting first orbit and first man to space, and then spend the rest of the time exclusively talking about the Apollo program, the only unqualified W America ever got. The show spins its alternative reality off of what it assumes to be actual history, not realizing that the foundation they’re building on is slanted.

There isn’t nothing to recommend here. The production is inspired, and as much as I hate the writing, I do keep coming back to find out what happens next. The show has good ideas. I mean, they blew up Margaret Thatcher, for one thing. They’re trying their best to present a nuanced and realistic alternate history, but in my opinion they haven’t done the necessary introspection to do that goal justice.

In summary, show sucks lol

#for all mankind #toastpoasting

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Former President Donald Trump on Monday lashed out at the judge overseeing his trial in New York Attorney General Letitia James' civil fraud lawsuit in Manhattan.The former president referred to Judge Arthur Engoron as a "rogue judge" while speaking to reporters inside the courthouse, claiming the judge had undervalued his properties in a partial summary judgment handed down last week ruling that Trump had persistently committed fraud. "And he's a disgrace to people that call themselves judges," the ex-president told reporters. "And his clerk should not be allowed to be in his ear on every single question. You take a look at what's happening with her. She hates Trump more than he does."Trump also slammed James, calling her lawsuit "a scam and a sham.""We have a racist attorney general who is a horror show!" Trump added. "She ran on the basis of she was going to get Trump before she even knew anything about me!"Some legal experts characterized Trump's courthouse meltdown as a sign that he knows his defense stands little chance of prevailing."I think that Trump has already decided he's going to lose on the law," John Yoo, a Berkeley Law professor and former Justice Department official in the George W. Bush administration, told Fox News on Monday. "Last week, the judge already made all the key findings against him. So what I think President Trump has done is turn this all into a political strategy.""I would say it was the acceptance speech at the Republican National Convention, because everything he said, whether it's true or not, is all aimed at the political sphere," he said. "Everything he said could only make sure that he's going to lose. Attacking the judge for being rogue, saying the... attorney general is racist. Now, there's no way that this judge is going to find at all in the favor of President Trump.""And I think on appeal, he's going to lose because this is not the kind of case appeal judges don't want to get involved in and reverse factual findings by the trial judge," Yoo added. "So I think what you're seeing here is actually throwing in the towel on the law and using it instead as a platform to amplify his political message. But that political message will tube and tank his ability to prevail at all in this legal proceeding."[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FebjjgEFDEA[/embed]CNN legal analyst and former federal prosecutor Elie Honing noted on Monday that it was "a counterintuitive strategy to openly attack the person who's going to be rendering the verdict in this case, the judge.""It seems to me Donald Trump's strategy here is essentially damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead," he said, according to Mediaite. "He understands he's not going to kiss up to this judge. He's not going to try to please this judge. I think he realizes he's going to lose... He already has lost the first count, the most important count. I think he's trying to make, A, a political appeal, B, I think his legal approach here is going to be his lawyers. They're going to be hoping to set the stage for appeal, hoping that they can find something that was procedurally incorrect, find some sort of bias in the judge that will justify an appeal. But he's leaning into this for sure."Anchor Sara Sidner underscored the use of the word "racist" in Trump's criticism of James, observing how "every time he goes after the judge or the attorney general in saying that she's racist, they get threats like this is actually dangerous for them every time he does it."Want a daily wrap-up of all the news and commentary Salon has to offer? Subscribe to our morning newsletter, Crash Course."And I do think we have to call it out every time we get used to it, because he does it every single time. But there are real consequences to these statements," Honig replied, adding "They are, in my view, what we just heard is over the line.""Look, you are allowed as a defendant in a criminal case or a civil case," he continued. "You're allowed to criticize the prosecutor, you're allowed to criticize the other party.

You're allowed to criticize the judge. Again, query whether that's a smart decision, but you can do that. But there is a line. And when you get to the point of calling the attorney general a racist, when you get to the point of saying some of the things that I won't repeat about this, AG about other prosecutors, about the judge, that becomes dangerous. And the question is, will either the prosecutors in any of these cases or the judges in any of these cases do anything about it? We see that starting to happen now in one of the criminal cases, the federal case in D.C., the judge is considering a gag order as we speak.""And by the way, these statements that we're hearing today probably aren't going to help Donald Trump in arguing against that," Honing asserted.

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Which actor from any media you’ve seen potrays the most accurate depiction of Hamilton in your opinion

Aw man don't make me choose 😭

It's actually kind of hard to say, bc I've yet to see an accurate depiction from anyone else besides Ian Rose, and his portrayal isn't completely accurate, but its pretty good. So I'll just rank them in order from worst to best.

1. Hal Bidlack. Sorry, guy, I hated your performance. Hamilton was a very enthusiastic and emotional guy, and while Bidlack has the humor to portray his sassiness, I didn't feel there was much more personality to the character. Besides, Hamilton would never say a lot of the things he says.

2. Lin-Manuel Miranda. And no one's shocked. While he has the enthusiasm, Hamilton was much more of a calculates, manipulative politician than the musical portrays. He had many ways of getting what he wanted, and he used people to do that. On top of that, HE WASN'T IN LOVE WITH HIS SISTER most likely. See, Ron Chernow? I can admit i could be wrong.

3. Rufus Sewell. I'm sorry, but not as much effort was put in Hamilton as in Jefferson during the John Adams series. With Jefferson, they had a spot on portrayal. And i guess they had to budget cut out everything about Hamilton. And as much as I love the clothes in this show, I hated his costume more than Bidlack's baggy breeches. Hamilton was a capitalist who wouldn't have adopted republican fashions (such as short hair) until much later in his life. Seriously much later, like if he got a haircut the day before the duel.

4. Steven McCarthy. The Crossing isn't a perfect film, but I've seen worse, and shy, awkward, soft boy Hamilton isn't the worst. Idk why he's doing Washington's hair in 1776 when he has his own artillery company to worry about, but maybe they're just having bro time... before they formally met. But anyway, Hamilton is way too obsessed with himself and battle that he would ever act so skittish, but that's probably a director's thing. He is a bit of a badass in this movie tho so, not bad.

5. Richard Bekins. There's not much the George Washington mini series gets wrong that stands out, and this also applies to Hamilton. I do think they portray him as a bit more innocent than what is morally correct, but at least its not Miranda. I like how they do go in depth on the affair, but I don't like how, once again, "Hamilton is the victim." I do, however, like mostly everything about this portrayal personality wise. Good job, Bekins.

6. Derryl Yeager. Listen, A More Perfect Union is my comfort movie, i don't care if the casting is shit. But i quite like this portrayal of Hamilton, not to mention the inclusion of the Gouverneur Morris Bet of 1787. Whenever I see him come on screen i do a little happy dance. He could have more screentime imo, especially with the whole "monarch" scandal at the convention, but live laugh love, at least he's there.

7. Sean Haggerty. Turn and I have a love-hate relationship, but at least they didn't give Hamilton a psychotic breakdown that never would have happened this time. I'm very glad Hamilton even shows up as an aide de camp, and his involvement in the Benedict Arnold scandal is shown. I also really want to know where they got an actor who looks THAT MUCH like Hamilton. I was stunned. And, on top of that, he acts very similarly to Hamilton, except for the one part where he tells Anna, i think, something along the lines of "if the mob is going to come, let them come!" Dude, bro, Hamilton was KNOWN for trying to stop mobs singlehandedly. He's not very fond of them.

8. Robert Schenkkan. George Washington mini series again, but can you blame me this time??? IT EVEN HAS LAURENS AND TILGHMAN. Aside from the weird timeline where Hamilton joins the staff after Laurens, Schnekkan does a great job of portraying fiesty baby Hamilton, blood lust and everything. I honestly can't think of anything else this actor could have done more.

9. Now there are more people who have appeared on tv as Alexander Hamilton, but these are just the ones I've seen so far. And that leaves us with Ian Rose. He's spot on personality wise. He's got the sass, the humor, the loud, obnoxiousness, even the hand gestures. I don't think I've heard him say anything shockingly inaccurate, and he thoroughly understands how Hamilton argued. I respect the hustle my guy.

10. ...me 😁 just kidding... unless 👀 you should read my fanfic to see if I'm lying 😜 But I wanted to include some writings as honorable mentions, since I interpreted this as mostly about actors/reenactors. My holy trinity is without a doubt Duty and Inclination, Song of Alexander, and Merited Partiality. My Dear Hamilton isn't bad either, ig. I'd also recommend Religious Duty, The Stars Fight Against Us, And still I am grateful, and several others that I must have forgotten to bookmark. But they're all wonderful and amazing and make me CRY AND SOB AND VOMIT EVERYWHERE but anyway

I hope this helps, and thanks for the ask!!!

#alexander hamilton #so many hamiltons #who let him multiply??? #anyway im cramping like a motherfucker so goodbye <3 #beware thy ginger

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Imagine Mildolyn, "Illicit Affair", Modern AU. Where Gwen's campaigning for Congress and all the meet and greets, showing up for charities for publicity, her 'cause'. At one for special needs children and their foundation she meets a very young CNA named Mildred and sort of falls head over heels in the dumbest of ways, both just love struck. Except she's campaigning to be in Congress, she's a politician, she cannot be queer and chasing after 19 year old ex-foster kids whos brothers are set to be the youngest executed on Death Row in California in decades for appalling crimes. But there she is, in hotel rooms her supporters pay for, with someone she shouldn't be with, trying to find ways to overturn cases that turned stomachs with their brutality, because a pretty girl smiled at her and called her 'ma'am' while showing her around the foundation/care home she worked at with children no one else had the time/patience to care for. Of course it goes terribly with 'dirty little secret' vibes, the breast cancer diagnosis announced on twitter before she tells Mildred in person, even if it's such a minor case ('so they say') and caught so early that it'll barely leave a scar, radiation won't be much of a deal at all. She doesn't get to tell Mildred that, she just gets to hear on Fox news about how the democrat's gonna die a horrible death and panic.

Mildred who has no patience for politicians and their fake concern, using patients as photo ops. It’s manipulative, it’s distracting to the staff, it’s awful, okay, she hates it. She is, in fact, a tad bit rude to Gwen when they meet. Gets her a death glare from Betsy Bucket, gets Gwen intrigued.

“Republican?” only half-joking.

“No.”

“Is it the suit? Should I have worn a different suit? I wanted to, but I’ve been told this one tested better.”

“The suit is fine.” It’s more than that, actually, but Mildred will not be saying that aloud, nope, uh-uh. “I don’t much care for politicians.”

“Ah, we have that in common then.”

“I doubt we have much of anything in common. Ma’am.”

And look, Gwen doesn’t usually go in for the chasing, the hard to get. She’s got enough trouble chasing votes. But this woman is so good with the kids on her ward, so patient. She’s got Disney scrubs on and as much as she’s got no time at all for Gwen, she seems to have infinite amounts for those kids. She stays with them individually, longer than any of the other staff Gwen sees, but she still manages to get a dozen things done in half as many minutes. And she’s also gorgeous, there’s that.

And Gwen has no good reason to ask her out for lunch. Honestly, none. Nothing good can come from this. Mildred asks if the citizens of California will be paying for this meal and Gwen swears that isn’t the case, no, absolutely not. Even still, Gwen doesn’t expect Mildred to say yes. She doesn’t think Mildred expected Mildred to say yes.

But she does. Tells herself it’s for Edmund, maybe this’ll be the one politician who listens, who’s willing to look past the surface facts, willing to help. Except she gets there and they don’t talk about Edmund. It’s not because Mildred doesn’t know how to bring it up, she’s made her case dozens of times. She just…they don’t talk about him, and that feels like a betrayal, but Gwen’s kind and funny and fascinating (much to Mildred’s annoyance), and she just…doesn’t feel like getting into it.

Meanwhile Trevor, Gwen’s campaign manager/law school buddy/best friend/lavender marriage soulmate, if they were in a different time, is like bitch, what’re you doing? Yes, everyone knows you’re gay as hell, but you can’t be chasing girls right now, you can’t afford to be distracted. You especially can’t afford to look distracted. And you can’t be robbing the cradle while looking distracted.

“She’s not that young.”

“Uh-huh. She wears Winnie the Pooh clothes.”

“Scrubs, those are scrubs. Scrubs aren’t clothes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She works in a children’s ward, Trevor.”

“Uh-huh. I really wish you wouldn’t do this, but since you care nothing about me and my mental state and all the hours and hours of hard work I’ve put in for you—”

“After badgering me into hiring you over someone more qualified.”

“Hey! More qualified. I resent that. Anyway, if you insist on ruining my day, at least wear that face cream I gave you. Should make you look less like you’re robbing the cradle.”

“Go to hell.”

“And don’t do the oyster thing. Not on a first date, in the middle of the campaign.”

“It’s not a date, it’s just lunch.”

“Uh-huh.”

Gwen doesn’t do the oyster thing. Not on the first date, which neither of them acknowledge as a date, for entirely different reasons. But then there’s a second and a third, and sex, lots of sex, and it’s harder to pass off as just friendly.

And yeah, the sneaking around that Gwen hates. That Mildred says she doesn’t mind, and she actually doesn’t seem to all that much, which Gwen finds slightly concerning. Mildred’s good with secrets though, she’s good with being kept a secret. Mostly. Which again, Gwen finds concerning.

There’s pillow talk and Mildred admitting more about herself than she has to anyone, ever. Which still isn’t nearly as much as what Gwen admits, but it’s a relative thing. And still, Mildred doesn��t talk about Edmund. Gwen finds that one out on her own, stumbles across some old photos, a scrapbook of Edmund’s crimes. Gwen’s briefly concerned that Mildred is one of those people who’re deeply attracted to serial killers, but the truth is…something else.

Mildred tells her things. Some of the deeper, darker stuff, but not much, not yet. Tells her how she’s written to everyone she can think of because he’s a boy, okay? He was in an impossible situation, they both were, no one ever helped them, so Edmund decided he had to die. No one helped them before, no one helps them now. There’s anger and tears and Gwen holding her and she can’t help asking why Mildred didn’t talk to her sooner, if she’s had no problem asking for help from strangers.

“Because you aren’t,” Mildred says in a way that makes it clear she’s figuring this stuff out as she says it. “A stranger, you aren’t. You never were and I couldn’t…I didn’t want to become one to you. I didn’t want you to look at me like that.”

“Oh Mildred…”

Mildred doesn’t actually ask her to help. She doesn’t want Gwen to think that’s what it’s all been about. It was supposed to be, but it isn’t. She doesn’t ask. Gwen digs into things herself, digs into this kid who was barely double-digits when he did these things. Made all the headlines at the time, but that was over a decade ago, he’s been locked up ever since. Most of Mildred’s money goes to him, one way or another.

Gwen hides it from Trevor—the murderer, not the sex, he knew about the sex before she ever said anything—for as log as she can. But he’s always been nosy, and now he has a paid excuse to be nosy, and he nearly has an aneurysm when he hears why it is that Gwen’s suddenly digging into this case instead of kissing the babies of gay couples, like she should be.

Gwen cannot do this. Nope, absolute no. She cannot be sneaking around with the younger sister of the kid they’ve made all the documentaries about. Doesn’t matter that she’s running on a platform of prison reform, especially as it pertains to juveniles, this is not the case to start with, especially when she hasn’t won yet.

And Gwen knows. She knows. She argues with Trevor about it until he decides they both need to stop because Gwen has a speaking engagement tomorrow and she can’t sound hoarse. There are many further arguments, arguments about principles over politics, but Gwen knows he’s right. She cannot, should not, be doing any of this, at least not yet. It’s dangerous, it’s selfish, Mildred deserves better than being someone’s secret again. Gwen should break it off, at least until the election. She’s not being fair to either of them like this. They should stop, at least for a few months.

Except it’s Mildred and she’s totally hijacked Gwen’s everything, and the thought of stopping makes her ill, and everything about this is terrifying, the most terrifying thing ever.

And then there’s the checkup and the routine mammogram. Gwen started those earlier than most because somebody’s aunt on somebody’s side of the family got sick, somebody’s cousin on the other side did too.

Scratch that, there’s a new winner for most terrifying thing ever.

It’s good, they say. She started early, they caught it early, this is good, they have treatments for this. Good, they say, while Gwen damn near passes out. She’s got a campaign to finish, she can see the Too Sick to Serve headlines already. A bald look would not test well, she’s sure it wouldn’t. She talks to Trevor about that, about the campaign, until he tells her to shut the fuck up, yanks her into a crushing hug. He cries, damn him, and that makes her cry.

She’s glad he’s there.

She wishes Mildred was.

She is also relieved as hell that Mildred isn’t, that they’re on opposite sides of the state right now. No point having Mildred see her like this, having her worry. She’s got enough to worry about, enough to hurt about.

Not that Gwen isn’t planning to tell her. She is. It’s only been a few whirlwind months, but Gwen knows enough to realize that a lie of omission would be a bad, bad, bad idea where Mildred’s concerned, regardless of intention. Gwen doesn’t think of hiding it anyway, not really. Mildred deserves better then that. When and how to tell the public…that’s a completely different clusterfuck of a situation, but Mildred, Gwen just wants to tell her in person. That way Mildred can see her face when she promises it’s no big deal (hopefully without seeing how terrified she actually is), and Gwen will have all the paperwork and things she knows Mildred will want to see, and they can hold each other, and it’s just, it’s not phone call news.

Except then it’s headline news, because somehow it’s leaked. Fox News is having a field day, certain corners of the Internet are already gleefully writing her obituary, and she’s missed literally hundreds of calls by the time she gets a look at her phone. At least half of those are from Mildred. Mildred who actually sounds hysterical for the first time since Gwen’s known her, that bastard on the news with the hair, he says you’re dying, why aren’t you answering, how long have you known, please, please pick up the phone, just pick up the phone god dammit.

She’s managed to keep Mildred a secret for months. This? This doesn’t last three days before it’s everywhere. Gwen does get an I love you for the first time ever, but seeing as Mildred’s sobbing over her voicemail when it happens, the joy is somewhat muted.

#Ratched #ratched au #mildred ratched #gwendolyn briggs #mildolyn #Mildred ratched/gwendolyn briggs

[moss-lyman]

If you’re taking prompts and are ever in the mood, I’d love some post series j/d + ‘feeling insecure’

Also I’ve just ripped through everything you’ve posted on AO3 and I wanted to say thank you for writing and for doing it for free you’re a goddamn icon 😭

thank you so much for these kind words! it’s crazy to me that people actually read and care about what I write 🥺 the west wing fandom isn’t big by any means, but you guys have really shown me a lot of love and I really appreciate it! 💛

here’s a little bit set post-series. :)

Josh looks over at Donna as their driver takes them home and he nudges her shoulder. “You’re quiet today.” She doesn’t acknowledge him so he nudges her again. “Donna?”

“Hm?” she asks, turning finally to look at him.

“You okay?”

She goes back to staring out the window and sighs. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a long day.”

Josh frowns. “How’d the meeting with the women’s caucus go?”

She huffs out a laugh, but Josh knows she’s not actually amused. “Well, do you wanna hear about how Helen is a disappointing First Lady or how I’m a worthless chief of staff?”

“What? Who said that to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he urges and he grabs her hand to draw her attention away from the window. “It absolutely does matter. Who the hell said that to you?”

Donna stares at their joined hands and moves her thumb errantly over his knuckles. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe Helen was wrong in picking me.”

“No,” he says firmly and moves her chin up so he can see her face. “Don’t talk like that. Those women... they’re mostly conservative which makes them mostly addle minded anyway. They don’t get to set the First Lady’s agenda. You do. And the caucus will be lucky if you give them a heads up first. You know that’s how we run things.”

“But Josh, I’m not established like I should be. Most congresspeople still see me as your assistant. They’re more worried about what you’re doing than what I have to say. It’s just...” She sighs and puts on her brave face. “It’s fine. It was just a long day is all,” she finishes lamely, wanting to drop the conversation completely.

Josh pulls her into his side and rubs her shoulder, putting his mouth right by her ear. “You are capable. You’re smart, you’re savvy, you’re quick on your feet, you’re always calm and insanely organized. You are meant to do this job,” he murmurs, his tone soft, but firm, and she sniffs a little. “I can’t even put into words how proud I am of you. You amaze me. Every single day, Donna. Do not let those awful women demean you. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. I know it.”

Donna sniffs again and plays with a frayed string on his dress shirt. “How are you so sure?”

“What do you mean how am I sure? You were my chief of staff for 7 years.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” he argues. “I mean, you corralled Congress and you organized everything like you do in Mrs. Santos’ life. You made big plays and took meetings with important people.”

“I didn’t make policy.”

“Donna, you sat on the budget meetings.”

“Which led to a government shut down.”

“Because of the republicans!” he exclaims. “Not because you weren’t adequate. Leo himself believed in you and your capabilities, babe. I mean, I can’t really give you higher validation than that.” She sighs and tucks into him a little more, so he kisses her forehead. “If it means anything... I believe in you, too.”

She takes her head off his shoulder and gives him a small smile, her eyes a little red from holding back frustrated tears. “It does,” she assures quietly.

Josh leans down and gives her a sweet kiss. “You’re doing an incredible job. Don’t let them ruin your hard work.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes,” he murmurs and gives her another kiss before settling her in the crook of his arm. “Take a page from my book and yell a little next time.”

“I’m a refined woman. I don’t yell.”

“You yell at me all the time.”

“I firmly admonish you for leaving your clothes everywhere. I don’t yell.”

“Pretend they’re me then. Don’t sugarcoat anything with Congress. They’re annoying little sycophants. They have no say in how you run the First Lady’s office. You’re the boss.”

Donna sniffs again and let’s out a long exhale as Josh continues to rub her shoulder. She was feeling defeated all day long. Nothing was going right, she got called names, and she’d been feeling like a total failure - ready to throw in the towel completely and give Mrs. Santos her resignation. It’s weird and also insanely wonderful that Josh can make her mood do a total 180. The tension and fear snarling in her stomach has all but dissipated, and she feels ready to go back to work tomorrow.

“When did you get so good at pep talks?”

“I’m a man of the people,” he quips.

“You hate people.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the exception.”

She stares at their linked hands in his lap and wonders what she did to deserve such a sweet man. “Thank you,” she murmurs, getting emotional for a different reason, and he brings their hands to his lips so he can kiss hers. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

He smiles and holds their hands against his chest. “Yes you could,” he assures, completely confident in her capabilities. “But I plan on being there regardless. I love watching you take over the world.”

“I don’t know about that,” she says, sitting up as the driver pulls in front of their building. “I think I’ll just focus on the east wing for now.”

She moves to get out of the car, but he stops her. “Hey,” he murmurs, pulling a little on her hand. She looks back at him and he’s glad to see all signs of distress gone. “I just wanna say that I am... so incredibly beyond proud of you. And I know I don’t tell you enough, but I am.” She tilts her head as her eyes turn glassy, but he holds steady. “I knew after that very first day that you would go places and I just feel very lucky that I get to be the guy behind you who cheers you on.”

She doesn’t get a word out before she surges forward and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as more happy tears slip down her cheeks.

“I love you so much,” he whispers after a moment and moves back to rest his forehead against hers, bringing his thumbs up to wipe her tears away, and kissing her on the forehead.

Her laugh comes out a little watery as she leans back from him completely to flip her hair off her shoulder and wipe the mascara runs from her eyes.

“You got me all gross,” she complains and sniffs again, but Josh doesn’t care.

“Come here,” he murmurs and brings her forward to press his lips to hers. He vaguely hears their agents getting antsy as they sit in the car with Donna’s door open, so he keeps it short and sweet. “You’re beautiful. And smart and capable. Dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise, alright? And if they do, just send ‘em my way.”

“Josh,” she admonishes, but her smile is bright as she finally steps out of the car, much to the secret service’s approval, and meets him in front, taking his hand again.

“You know, everyone always says the White House is like the mob. Just say the word, Donna. They’ll never trace it back.”

She laughs outright at that and nudges him with her shoulder. “You’d put a hit out for me?” she asks, lilting her voice to mimick pure adoration. Like he just gave her 100 red roses.

“I would do considerably more than that,” he answers honestly, walking through the main door of their building. “Nothing’s off the table.”

“You’re very sweet,” she says, holding onto his bicep as he leads her up to their apartment. “And a little ridiculous.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

She hums in agreement and gets in front of him so she can pull him along by his tie. “That you are,” she murmurs, her bad mood completely forgotten as she draws him into the apartment, the front door closing just as she gets his lips on hers. “Show me some more.”

#my fic #josh x donna #the west wing

[awriterpretendingtowrite]

I'm rewatching Little Women (the 1994 version with Winona Ryder) and I just--

I love Beth and Jo. All the March sisters are my favorite, but they're my favorite favorite. And I can't stop my brainrot about Little Women in a 2021/modern setting.

So here, take my modern Little Women brainrot:

Beth: She would be anxious about the pandemic, but she would love quarantine, what with everyone at home and staying inside together. She would irritate her siblings with her piano playing 24/7, but I don't think she'd care much. She would also volunteer at the vaccine sites as soon as they opened and help people as much as she could. Aroace, but she's got the biggest heart of anyone you've ever known. Definitely has anxiety and is autistic. Chronically ill (but she doesn't die because ~modern medicine~). Probably agender, but she doesn't care enough to figure it all out. Never swears, but doesn't mind when her sisters do.

Jo: She/they, first of all. Second of all, crossdresser ("If I were a man, I'd want to look just like that"). She would also absolutely be an AO3 writer who gets published later on. Then gets diagnosed with anxiety, depression, ADHD, the whole lot. Asexual queen. Biromantic icon. (No, I'm not projecting, why do you ask?) Moves to the city, loves the city life. Rooms with Laurie, who moves out of the country to the city with them. Doesn't swear regularly, but when she does, it's quite colorful. They and Laurie both go to college in the city (likely NYC). They have the time of their lives even though they both eat ramen for every meal. They both get ~therapy~ too.

Meg: Straight, but an ally. Stays out of politics, but secretly smiles when the people her sisters vote for win elections. Marries an accountant (a real accountant, NOT the TikTok kind), but she enjoys the simple suburban life. The only devout religious one of the sisters, but she doesn't push it on her sisters. Has a classic little American family and frowns when her sisters swear. Although she does fit into the classic Republican setting, she secretly doesn't like it very much. She and her sisters (and Laurie) all grew up doing theatre, and although she would never admit it, she misses it very much.

Amy: (Y'all are gonna hate me for this one) TERF. I said what I said. However, once Jo comes out as she/they when Amy is a teenager, she rethinks her whole view of it and comes out a better ally than ever. Becomes the loudest ally of the sisters and ends up leading them in pride marches. She only ever dates men, and was insistent that she was straight before she rethought everything, but now she refuses to put labels on herself. They just don't fit, she says. Rarely swears, except for the occasional F-bomb when she's cursing out homophobes (or when her favorite TV ship doesn't get together).

Laurie (I know he's not a March sister but I like him anyway): I think he and Jo would stay best friends and never develop romantic feelings for each other. He would actually be a brother to them all, not some weird brother/romantic interest for them. He would definitely be pansexual and probably very demiromantic, if not completely aro all together. Realizes that he's definitely he/they soon after Jo comes out. He and Jo get up to all sorts of crossdressing shenanigans, especially when people get mad at Jo for "trying to be a boy." They go out to brunch on random Tuesdays wearing each other's church clothes, with Amy (before Laurie and Jo moved out to the city) having done Laurie's makeup flawlessly, glitter and all. They're a Gay Theatre Nerd, just like Jo. And Beth. And Meg and Amy (although those two aren't exactly gay).

Marmie: Ultimate Queen in Literally Every Way, Just Like in the Movie. Supports her lovely children in every way she can while still fighting "in her own way," as Beth says, against racism and homophobia/transphobia and gender inequality. I love her so much y'all don't understand. Religious, like Meg, and when her children live at home, she has them go to church with her, but she doesn't force it on them in any way other than that. She simply wants her girls to have good morals and a strong belief in doing what's right.

Sunday nights are dinner at Marmie's when they've all moved out, with Jo and Laurie facetiming in from the city. Beth stays at home with Marmie and helps her run the donation center they founded in their countryside town. Amy studies abroad for college, traveling everywhere she can, calling her dear Marmie every chance she gets and showing her the lovely sights across the world that she gets to see. Meg, like I said, lives in the suburbs with her husband and children, but she travels out to Marmie's house every Sunday. Jo and Laurie probably end up in an open QPR of some sort to make it easier to explain to Laurie's traditionalist family why their son is living with a ~woman~ instead of living in the dorms with the other college boys. Of course, the March father is fine with everything. He’s a supportive king. Marmie wouldn’t have settled for any less.

#little women #long post #modern au #modern little women #jo march #meg march #beth march #amy march #laurie #marmie #QPR #queer headcanons #queer characters #she/they #he/they #aroace #i love them so much #marmie march #my post

[kramlabs]

Miles Mathis on the Carter-to-Reagan playbook being rolled out again:

Intel has so far proceeded via containment, and you don't create containment by creating martyrs.

Yes, Intel could respond to that by shutting down the internet and preventing my readers from continuing my site or reposting my papers anywhere. But that would require complete tyranny, a step they have so far hoped to avoid. Under such a system, they wouldn't need to fake protests at the Capitol, would they? They wouldn't need to manufacture compliance with such theater, since they could just force people to comply. The Capitol event was allegedly in response to an election, remember, and in a real tyranny you don't have elections or candidates, do you? So it would appear the controllers still prefer to maintain a semblance of democracy and freedom, for reasons I have previously explained. For one thing, turning the US into a slave colony in the year 2022 would be the height of foolishness, since how much real work are you going to be able to get out of a nation of fat, weak morons. Most Americans wouldn't last five minutes driven by a whip. You will say that is why they are exterminating us with deadly vaccines, but that doesn't work, either, because the governors actually LIKE high populations. China is now paying couples to have children, after decades of one- child policies. Why? Because wealth is generated by high populations and growth. The US is still a growth economy, you know, and you can't get growth by exterminating populations. We have been compared to cattle, and a rancher wants as many cattle as possible. More cattle=more wealth. A cattle rancher isn't going to become richer by exterminating his cattle and dumping them in a ditch.

Does this mean I think the vaccine deaths are fake? No, but they aren't fully intended, either. I assume Big Pharma sees them as collateral damage to the big profits they are taking. They aren't exterminating us, but if some of us die, they don't really give a damn. Even if the number is currently 50,000, as some are saying, that isn't an extermination or even a culling in a population of 330 million. It is murder, and should be prosecuted as such, but it doesn't even signify as population control.

Which is all to say that neither the US nor China wants to become more overtly tyrannical. As I have said many times, the US should be reverting to a 1950s model, where trust in government was very high. In which case everything they are doing now is counterproductive. The current models are a disaster for long-term governance. Which is why I don't think Intel has any plans to make a martyr out of me or to fake my death. What they need to do is put the general population back to sleep, and that won't be done with more tyranny. It will be done in the short term with a red-state savior like Ron DeSantis, and some new fake move to conservatism, as with Reagan. Before they reverse you into 1950, they have to reverse you into 1980.

Notice how much the current playbook resembles the Carter-to-Reagan playbook, except that it is now on steroids. Everything now has to be ten times as noisy, to puncture the general stupor. Carter the Democrat made a huge mess of everything (I now think on purpose) and Reagan the Republican rode in to save the day, reinvigorating the Republican Party for 12 years. In that playbook, the Republican

Party was sold heavily as the party of the middle class and even the poor, with downtrodden farmers supporting Reagan, and Southerners, and even minorities. Given hindsight, it now looks like a big joke, but it worked. The entire country was moved hard right, and that move was so successful and so permanent not even Bill Clinton could move it back. He didn't even try, running as a moderate or “conservative” Democrat, remember? The Republican party had moved so far right the Democratic party had to follow it right, and the country has never moved back. You will say Obama was a lefty, but he wasn't. The country had moved so far right by his time that he was actually to the right of Nixon. Obama admitted it. But that still wasn't enough for the Phoenicians, who wanted to move the country further right after Obama. In part, Trump achieved that, but it still wasn't enough. Like Nixon before him, Trump balked at some of his instructions and had to be taken down. So Biden was brought in as Carter-on-laughing gas, to decimate what was left of the left. The American left has been re- crafted once again as a minority of over-educated but clueless ninnies loudly espousing all the most unpopular talking points of modern academia. In a planned fail, all the strangest, least charismatic, and least attractive people have been hired from the furthest reaches of academia and combined with the dregs of Intelligence expressly to call out your “ick” response. The lowest basements of Langley have been dredged for the palest and most wide-eyed on their worst hair days and parked on TV or the internet, told to play it up for all it is worth. All to draw your hate.

So you see, they plan to move you right not with overt tyranny. The overt tyranny will appear to end when DeSantis or whoever rides in to save the day and the country returns to a Trump or Bush level of normalcy. As usual, they are moving you right mainly by tricks. They make the left so unappealing you want to be as far as possible away from those people there. By sliding the scale beneath you, they will eventually have you right where they want you. Like Mike Adams or Alex Jones or one of those people, you will be a revolutionary claiming to be a conservative. Your answer to tyranny will be to move further right. Since tyranny is as far right as you can go, that answer doesn't make any sense. Like everyone else yapping right now, you will be a walking talking contradiction.

Miles Mathis link:

http://mileswmathis.com/desantis.pdf

#miles mathis #everything is fucking managed #desantis #jimmy carter on laughing gas #jimmy carter

[breanime]

How does Rio, Angel, Jax, & Coco react to someone being rude for them saying outside of their race or having a mixed child?

I had to go off and do all the boys for this one... Let me know what you think!

Billy Russo: “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, but since you felt the need to bring it up, let’s discuss it.” *takes out one of the many knives he keeps on him at all times and casually holds it to the person’s throat* “I don’t give a shit what backwater small town you came from, or how inbred your family is, or how you never passed the 1st grade, don’t you EVER talk about her like that again, or next time” *pushes the knife in a little deeper, drawing blood* “I’m just gonna kill you.”

Logan Delos: He goes on a whole face journey once he hears the comment: shocked, offended, pissed, incredulous. Once he’s done, he treats the asshole to a long monologue about how he (the guy) couldn’t even COMPREHEND a love like yours, and how he can’t even fathom what it’s like to be a woman like you. You actually have to drag Logan away, he’s on such a roll. But the whole thing sticks in his craw so bad, that he looks the guy up, exposes his racism to all of his loved ones, and gets him fired. 

Jax Teller: *straight up beats the guy’s ass, then takes you and his beautiful mixed baby out for ice cream*

Coco Cruz: “The fuck you just say?” He’s in the guy’s face in a SECOND. “Nah, don’t be shy now, bitch. Say it again!” The guy opens his mouth, but Coco punches him before he even speaks. “This look like the Republican convention to you, bro? You think you can just say whatever you want about my fucking family and not get your ass beat? Nah, bitch, you wanna be bold, you wanna say racist shit, you deal with the fucking consequences!” Then he just beats the guy while you record it on your phone. You go, Glen Coco. 

Angel Reyes: He reacts first, burying his fist in the asshole’s face. If EZ’s with him, then EZ is getting a few licks in too. We all know Angel doesn’t exactly shine in the whole thinking-it-through department, and he might whip out his gun for a second and press it into the guy’s mouth. “Now, maybe I misheard you,” he’d say, shoving his pistol down the guy’s throat, “Can you speak into my mic?”

Miguel Galindo: *stops in his tracks* You call his name, not wanting him to engage, but he turns around, his eyes nearly slits as he glares over at the offender* “Nestor,” he’ll say calmly, “Take them to the car.” Once you and your kids are a nice distance away, escorted by Nestor, Miguel would walk up the guy, tilting his head. He only has one question: “Do you know who I am?” It doesn’t matter what the guy says, all that matters is, a few days later, you see the guy’s face on the news as his family ask for any leads in his sudden disappearance. When you look to Miguel, eyes wide, he shrugs. “He insulted my family,” is all he says, pressing a kiss to his little girl’s head before he walks off, unbothered and unrepentant.

Nick Amaro: Nick gets in the guy’s face, and as soon as he does, all of the venom goes out of him. The guy is literally shrinking as Nick verbally tears him down. “You know, hate speech is considered a crime in this city,” Nick would finish, flashing his badge, “How would you like a Cuban American man to take you in?”

Johnny Tuturro: Season 1 Johnny would call the dude as asshole and tell you not to pay him any attention. Season 2/3 Johnny is throwing hands. If your child/children are involved, though, Johnny is kicking someone’s ASS, no hesitation. “The next time you wanna open that rancid mouth to talk shit,” he’d say as the guy tries to limp away, “Remember this ass-whipping, you son of a bitch!”

Rio: His entire body goes rigid, and his eyes go dark. Literally, his aura is so strong, everyone present can feel the change in the air. The person who spoke up is already trying to backtrack, but it’s too late. Rio doesn’t say shit, he just nods minutely, and then Mick is there, grabbing the guy by the elbow and dragging him off. Then Rio turns to you, putting a hand on your chin, his fiery eyes going soft as he looks down at you. “You know that guy’s an ass, right, mama?” You nod. “What... Where is Mick taking him?” “Oh,” Rio smirks, leaning down to kiss you, “Me and Trump Jr. are gonna have a little talk. I think what happened today could be a real teachable moment for him.” You sigh, shaking your head with a smile. 

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Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think! This is the last one for tonight, I’m gonna eat and then go to sleep!

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[gxshiikii]

TSUKKIYAMA SMART DEBATE KIDS?? IDK WHAT TO CALL IT??

this is just a my thoughts thrown into a post but take it, sorry if it makes no sense

- both like top of their class

- let’s just use the american school system for this bc i know more about it lol

- okay okay so like they have english and history together and omg the rest of the class hates them

- they also have debate together but we will get to that

- okay so like smartest kids in their classes, very educated on many many things

- everyone assumes tsukki is your like “can i play devil’s advocate” kinda kid but he’s actually not, very open-minded love that for him

- yamaguchi is your typical leftist alt kid. like all the republicans at school hate him for it, he wears makeup, is bisexual, uses he/they pronouns, has an acab button, is always posting about blm, goes to protests, always talking about how he hates capitalism, ugh many thoughts head full

- ANYWAYS, they are always arguing about stuff in history and english. from like the interpretation of a piece of literature to if a historical figure was bad or not, if their actions were justified, stuff like that

- all those jokes about the two smart kids in class getting into a debate and the amount of sexual tension? yeah that’s them

- so like they’re not friends, just know each other from school

- yet tsukki has the FATTEST crush on yams

- yamaguchi doesn’t realize he likes tsukki like that until later when he learns more about tsukki’s views and just him as a person

- so they have debate together, it’s a new teacher so she doesn’t really know any of the kids this year and decides to do an extra credit assignment towards the beginning of the year

- separates the class into two groups and whichever group has a stronger defense for their argument gets the extra credit

- her mistake was putting tsukki and yams in the same group

- the other group just knows they’re gonna lose and hates it

- they do in fact the extra credit for their team

- and that’s when yamaguchi decides, hey you aren’t that bad, we should hang out sometime

- tsukki is about to explode with excitement but just “uh yeah sure, let’s go out for ice cream or something on friday after school. here’s my number”

- everyone around them is just like 😳😏

- so they go get ice cream, talked about friends, families, interests, and both learn that they share a lot of the same views

- they still always argue in class bc that’s just them and it’s still just as serious as before

- one day, some kid in their class says something super controversial and offensive and the two of them just obliterate the kid

- the kid doesn’t even have a comeback bc they covered everything and proved every point he would have said wrong

- the class is in shock, it’s very funny, the kid just gets upset and probably mumbles smth under his breath but no one cares to hear

- and now since they’re friends, they usually sit near each other and shit talk anyone who they don’t like

- it’s weird seeing them together

- yamaguchi and their big platforms, thigh highs, skirts, kandi, cool makeup, lots of accessories and piercings, painted nails, very scene kid type beat

- and stuff who wears just regular blue jeans, hoodies, and sneakers

- they 100% bully people (who deserve it) on the internet together and probably just embarrass ignorant people at their school by fact-checking them

- lol they start dating and it’s so obvious and no one is surprised

- if they have to go against each other for a debate in class, whoever does the better job is always snarky about it while the other gets super petty

- very healthy relationship bc they’re good at talking things out and listening to what the other has to say

- i just them, they, i love them

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #hq tsukishima #hq yamaguchi #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #tsukkiyama #yamatsukki #tsukishima x yamaguchi #yamaguchi x tsukishima #idk i just love them #hq headcanons #tsukkiyama headcanons

[psychiatristreturning]

3:22 pm

a/n: @duck2005​. i adore sam and donna’s friendship. i mean remember when he calls her his BEST FRIEND, and then FIRES two guys cause they DISRESPECTED HER. i’m okay.  i really like this. sam with kids is wonderful and all that i want.  word count: 1k warnings: pregnancy, birth, maybe a curse??? masterlist

You have never hated a person as much as you hated Sam at the moment you were giving birth to your child. And you work at the White House, and you’re a liberal. Your job is to hate republicans most of the time. But oh boy, if you thought the pregnancy was hard, you were in for a bad surprise. “Sam Seaborn! I am going to kill you!” 

“Alright honey,” he patted your hand used to the empty threats you had been giving him for eight hours. 

Thankfully, the White House didn’t know you were here, but, if Senator Christiana had called and asked where you two were for the meeting, everyone would be able to put two and two together. You both had a normal morning, going to the Senior Staff meeting and then you two had to go to a meeting on the Hill. But on the way to the Hill, your water broke. Causing you two to rush to the hospital, a baby on the way. 

“Mrs. Seaborn, I need you to push!” the doctor said, you rolled your eyes. What have I been doing? 

You began pushing, squeezing Sam’s hand and shutting your eyes tightly. He pulled your sweaty flyways back from your forehead with his freehand, “You’re doing wonderful.” he kissed your forehead softly, pure adoration in his eyes. 

“I love you!” you whispered to him oddly aggressively, his eyes widened at your random outburst of passion, but he went along. 

“I love you too.” 

You had still been pushing, when the doctor exclaimed, “One more!” Suddenly, small and meek cries began to fill the room. Your daughter was born. Taking a deep breath your eyes filled with tears, shining in the bright hospital lights. The doctor carefully handed her to you, placing her softly in your arms. 

“Hi baby girl,” you cooed, she squirmed weakly, soft cries leaving her mouth. 

Sam reached over tentatively, “She’s beautiful.” he spoke, completely in awe. 

You looked up at Sam and smiled crookedly, “She has your eyes.” 

A nurse came in, politely asking to take her to be weighed and wrapped up, you gladly let the nurse take her. Sam wrapped an arm around you lovingly, “You did that.” he laughed childishly, “We have a daughter. And I’m so happy.” reaching up you kissed his him sweetly. 

“You should probably call Toby, considering he has been calling you all day.” 

He nodded, “Should I tell him?” 

“Defiantly, what are we going to do, lie about not having a baby?” 

Sam laughed and pulled out his phone, dialing Toby. Even from the bed you were laying in you could here Toby yelling on the phone, “Oh! Sam finally picked up! Where are you? I’m sort of lost without my deputy, also when he was supposed to go to a meeting!” 

“Well you see it’s funny-” 

“The only reason you wouldn’t be at the meeting is if, I don’t know, Y/N went into labor!” Sam went quiet, “Wait.” Toby said quietly, “Did Y/N have the baby?” 

“Yeah,” Sam smiled, “A healthy baby girl.” 

“Oh, jeez, congrats.” 

“Thanks. I’m going to call Josh now.”

“You know the president will demand to come down and meet her?” 

Laughing, Sam replied, “I know, and there is no stopping him.” 

“Yeah,” Toby stopped, and as he does occasionally, spoke genuinely and sweetly, “Congrats, I’m really happy for you two.” 

Sam gulped, trying to suppress his emotions, “Well, I’m going to call Josh.” 

“Okay great.” 

Sam hung up and planned to call Josh, but then the nurse knocked on the door holding a chart and your daughter. “Here she is!” the nurse placed her in your arms, she was now clean and swaddled. He began speaking about her, “She’s a healthy 7.2 pounds, strong heartbeat, everything’s good! She was born at 3:22 pm and is completely healthy.”

“Thank you.” Sam responded as you were too occupied looking at your baby. He came over when the nurse left, sitting down next to you. 

“We have a baby!” you whispered excitedly, cradling her sleeping form. 

“Is that all you can say right now?” he smirked at you.

“I’m pretty excited ‘cause we have a baby!” kissing her soft forehead you realized, that you had a baby! A real baby! With your husband! A feat by itself. “Can you pass me my water?” 

“Sure,” Sam handed you your water from the bedside table, and you gratefully accepted.

“Do you wanna hold her?” 

Sam’s eyes widened, “What if I drop her?” 

“Well I sure hope you don’t, she’s your daughter too!” He held out his arms, and you placed her in his arms. As you watched your genius husband hold your utterly angelic daughter, you thought that if it was physically possible, your heart might burst. But the stillness of the room was suddenly disturbed by the White House Senior Staff, who Toby had told. 

“What the he-” 

“No swearing around the baby, Samuel.” 

“C.J.-” she shot him a sharp look, and he kept his mouth shut. 

“Is she healthy?” Donna asked, eyes full of wonder and worry. 

Looking at your wonderful co-workers- friends, you answered, “Yup, sevens pounds and two ounces. Born at 3:22 pm.” 

“What’s her name?” you and Sam looked at each other, he nodded toward you, telling you to say it. 

“If you guys wouldn’t mind, we think Jean Donna Seaborn.” 

Donna’s hand flew up to her mouth and she teared up, C.J. just started laughing, in her normal ‘I-can’t-believe-it’ laugh. Donna began full out crying and Josh, without hesitation, grabbed her and hugged her. She embraced him and you and Sam looked at each other knowingly. Sam handed you Jean as you said, “You all wanna see her?” 

“Thank you Y/N.” you looked up at C.J. smiling wholeheartedly at you. 

“No problem, Claudia Jean.”

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The 5 pics above contains proof and comparisons showing how similar the Left are to the KKK and Nazis. In fact both the KKK and Nazis are still left-wing, no matter how much this Anarchist Social Justice Incel wants to deny it in the 2 screenshots below. Everything he just said is false and I'll tell you why that is.

See unlike him, I can back up my claims with various sources. BLM/Antifa did kill innocent black people such as 8-year-old Secoreia Turner because she was at a CHOP zone where Rayshard Brooks died. Then of course they/them(Antifa/BLM) killed Horace Lorenzo Anderson Jr who died at a CHOP zone in Seattle, Washington.

Let's not forget that during a riot they/them killed David Dorn, a retired black police officer who is married to a white woman. And we all know how angry racist white people with small dick energy hate interracial relationships. Yes Antifa/BLM are comprised of mostly angry white leftists with small dick energy.

So yes police should use deadly force against violent domestic terrorists who riot on the streets & murder innocent people. This is why I oppose anarchists groups like Antifa and BLM. Their evil actions and lack of moral values is what I oppose. The lies and deception of this anarchist clearly shows.

He does not give a shit about the victims I just mention or any truth that I posted in my previous post about "Anti-Extremism" where I condemn extremist groups and ideologies because anti-extremism is both ANTI-NAZI and ANTI-COMMIE. But he doesn't get that because he's a moron thinking his views are the "right one".

So rather than agree with me on anything I've said, he just says "you're a liar" and "you're a nazi". Even though both those things are untrue. See when it comes to the Left, they always lie and accuse you of something you're not. I prefer peace, I'm against murderers, I'm against riots, and I'm against liars.

As far as WWII goes, yes it was the conservatives who went into war and fought against Nazis. We're the ones who often join the military while the Democrats such as the KKK were the ones supporting the Nazis and terrorizing innocent black people in the U.S. like the cowards they are. Antifa & BLM are doing the same things now, that the KKK was doing back then. Also, the Republican Party was originally created to help black people, hence why they freed the slaves and fought for their rights.

The parties obviously never switched, the Democrats just switched their methods in order to deceive blacks into voting for them. The parties switching never happened, hence why Joe Biden and Robert Byrd(the KKK Grand Wizard) are pictured holding hands together. Here's a source that proves the parties never switching... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiprVX4os2Y

Furthermore, I've been anti-Nazi long before supporting Donald Trump in 2020. I use to be an anti-Trumper, believing in the lies told about Trump & his supporters. My past videos on YouTube are proof of that. Because you see, back in 2016 I didn't vote for either Trump or Hillary, I voted for Jill Stein. I've been against Nazis and extremists in general for so long, that I've made a video against MGTOW and FemiNAZIS (look at the thumbnail)... https://youtu.be/GZn5FK0deJ4

As well as calling out racists like Hulk Hogan and Mark Fuhrman for using the N-Word. Mark Fuhrman by the way is a Nazi and a corrupt cop. Here's the video proving what I just said. https://youtu.be/IsiDuyiYvK0

(This comment is directed to the Anarchist only). So before you make an ass of yourself by lying about me and making up shit, better make sure you got sources and proof to back up your claim ya Extremist Nazi Commie Scumbag.

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