#fuck westerners man. there's something deeply twisted in y'all

[hussyknee]

If anyone has a problem with saying "rest in power" to the white man that self-immolated himself and yelled "Free Palestine" till he burned to death then I want you to block me right the fuck now. You are so morally bankrupt and brainwashed by western neoliberal identity politics that you aren't worth spitting on. There's nobody resting in more power than that kid.

#first y'all harrass that poor dead trans girl's family and friends into apologizing #for chanting Say Her Name at her being misgendered in her death #when Black activists in the UK themselves tried to tell y'all to shut up #and now this #you cannot appropriate a social justice slogan between liberationists #if you honestly can't see a difference between Aaron Bushnell and that bitch RBG #then you might as well give your brain away to someone who'll use it #identity does not confer authority. nor does it confer conscience and good sense #sancitifying the identity of the victims over building solidarity among those sharing a common oppressor is how we build own cages #fuck westerners man. there's something deeply twisted in y'all #free palestine #aaron bushnell #racism #decolonization #solidarity #neoliberalism #identity politics #knee of huss

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

Creeper the mechanic.

"Darry."

"Yeah?"

Darrius asked as he was sitting out on the porch swing, cradling his daughter in his arms as she was asleep. Her webbed face was buried into his chest while her tiny wings were spread out all relaxed. The Creeper and Darry had been staying with Trish on her former farm, until they could move into a new lair.

Trisha sat down next to him and gazed down at her little niece, smiling softly as she stroked her hair. 

"Your um, your…" She still couldn't bring herself to say it, not after all the trauma she had been through. "Your partner is in the barn fixing up the car, you know the…"

Trish sighed as she leaned her head against Darry's shoulder and watched the child below yawn. If only she was brave enough to confront it all. Darrius wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips against his sister's forehead. "You're still a huge brat." 

Darry rolled his eyes before his attention was turned towards the Creeper, suddenly standing right before them with a grin on his face and covered in grease and motor oil. "Y'all, I fixed up that old thing and made it all right again. Just need to spit shine it tho, anyone willin' to offer up a good, juicy tongue for it?"

He darkly chuckled, unaware of it making Trish deeply uncomfortable as flash backs went off in her head. Darrious stood up, giving Creeper a slight glare and mouthing 'shut up' before turning to his sister and helping her up.

Creeper was a bit confused from Darry's reaction, usually he found his black humor hilarious. But he simply shrugged it off and led the pair of siblings to the old barn, cracking open a door as he motioned them to go through.

Trish was hesitant, and for good reason. But once she heard Darrious call for her, she sighed and peered in to see her car restored. With a shocked grasp, Trish took a step inside. "Its beautiful! He-Creeper, how?" 

The Creeper answered by whistling softly, before getting inside and starting the engine with ease as it roared to life. Every dent, tear, and rusted spot was gone. Of course it needed to be shined, and a few touch ups with the paint job, but the Creeper had brought it back to life.

"Well Trish, the car wont get stuck on yah for a long, long time. It also got some new modifications that you'll find mighty handy, but I'mma have to show yah around them before you take her out for a drive."

Creeper said as he stepped out and patted the roof softly. He took Ash from Darry's arms, kissed and licked his cheek before purring, checking their daughter as she was still sleepy. He gave a quick nod to Trish, patting her shoulder before climbing up to the hay filled loft where he was staying, putting himself and his child down for a nap. 

"He's changed Trish, just need to give him a chance." 

"Ball sniffer."

"I think you mean monster ball sucker." 

Darrius snickered as Trish sighed heavily, before both froze as they could hear Creeper growling.

"You both stop with dem dirty words! Ash don't need to be repeating em."

Trish rolled her eyes, as if Creeper needed to be worrying about cuss words when his and Darry's daughter was exposed to corpses everyday. A baby wouldn't even remember, would it? Trish thought as she sat in her car. Emotions she was holding back were bubbling to the surface, causing tears to roll down her cheeks as her brother climbed into the passenger side. He was different now…something within him had died long ago and Trish knew it.

Why couldn't she had been one that was taken instead of him? Better yet, she wished that they had never encountered the Creeper at all. Darry broke her train of thought as he reached down and played with the radio, twisting the knob until he came to a station he picked up.

Every breath you take

"Trish…." He spoke, his dark eyes dull. There were wrinkles around them now. Trish looked up before suddenly hugging him, closing her eyes as she sobbed.

Every move you make

Darry held her instantly, stroking her hair as he gently murmured. "I'm here now…and I won't ever leave you again." He promised, but he knew deep down that it would be hard to keep...there was still something inside him that feared being killed by the Creeper. 

Every vow you break-

Suddenly, Trish got up and started the engine. It roared to life as the engine purred smoothly. She wanted to drive through the barn doors, taking her brother with and not look back. But suddenly, the Creeper landed in front of the vehicle and leaned forwards with his palms on the hood. He growled deeply, his eyes glaring at both siblings as if he knew what was up. 

I'll be watching you.

"Yah think I'm stupid? I know what you're planning and I ain't gonna see it go through-"

Trish wondered how the Creeper read her mind. Darrius on the other hand seemed unphased as he was about to open the door when Creeper suddenly did it for him. 

"Trish yah need to wait before you can take this thing out on the road, I said I'll show you how to use it when I'm done sleeping." 

He rolled his eyes before taking Darry into his arms, purring at the man. Before Trish could reply, the Creeper was already gone to where he was napping now with Darrius. She groaned, before going back to her home to get ready for her evening date.

It was 7:00 PM, and Creeper was still asleep along with her own brother. Trish had no time to wait, she was already running late. Her other vehicle was an old rusted pick up truck...of course she wanted to make a good first impression on the guy she started seeing. Trish climbed in and started the engine, praying that it wouldn't awaken the Creeper as she drove off into the night. 

"Hopefully this goes well." Trish muttered to herself as she pulled up beside the large country house. A well dressed, sharp looked man walked out to the car as was wearing a western hat that made him look ridiculous, it also reminded Trish of the Creeper- no, he's not going to spoil this night.

She reached over and rolled down the window, grinning at him with her red lips. "Hey, thought you'd never get here." 

John said as Trish nervously chuckled. "I would have been here sooner but my brother in law needed help with something."

That was partially true, more or less that Trish needed help with something. But for what she wasn't sure. He reached down to open the door, pulling up on the handle which tonight was one of his biggest mistakes. Ivory stakes drove through his arm as they burst forth from the door, impaling him to Trish's car as he screamed out in agony. He fell to his knees as Trish rushed over to his aid.

"What the fuck?!" 

He snarled at her as she worked feverishly to pull his arm off. John shoved her back as another fresh wave of pain crashed through him and through his right arm. "I am so sorry! God damn it Creeper!"

Trisha cursed, digging for her phone through her purse to call an ambulance. John cussed and screamed at her while she was dialing 9-1-1. 

Trish returned home at five AM, her murderous car seemingly having self retracted its spikes out once the paramedics arrived. There was blood still stained to the door with Trish now being a newly single woman.

Of course, the Creeper was waiting. But instead of giving her shit, he draped a blanket over her shoulders and laid her on the couch as she instantly fell asleep. 

"Hopefully soon she begins to trust me." 

Creeper growled softly.

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