I think a lot these days about how much bigger the U.S. is than Europe. I mean, part of this is just working for a European company---I talk to our legal counsel based in Paris, and they forget that California (about 75% the size of all of France) has a new law we have to care about, because---well, that's just a state! who cares about a state! My colleagues regularly refuse to travel to a country that's essentially 3 hours of train travel away, because that's so far! ignoring the fact that I have traveled 4 hours to our sister company within the U.S. and regularly drive 1+ hours to the office. (While that's annoying and I don't advocate for it, it's not necessarily unthinkable, that's my point.)
On my way home, I was listening to an NPR story about the Portugal model of drug diversion. It was a great story, thoughtfully reported and contextualized in the recent backlash against decriminalization in the U.S.---but their point of comparison with Portugal was New Jersey. Because they're about the same size, the Republic of Portugal and one of the smallest states in my nation. I just think that when we ask ourselves why things work differently in different countries, "literally, physically different" should occasionally feature in the conversation.
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because I know you'd appreciate this, please just imagine, kevin with freckles leading down a side of his neck and jean is stupidly obsessed with it
ANON. I - I just - ugh - *bites fist*
YES. YES. YES.
Kevin with a dusting of freckles that starts at his collarbone and sweeps up the side of his neck and ends right under his ear.
Jean, who's entranced by them, undeniably obsessed with them, who likes to skim the freckled skin with his nose, followed by his lips
Jean, who whispers in Kevin's ear things like my lips touch the sky through the constellations on your skin, and galaxies spun, universes woven on a milky white canvas that I have the privilege of tracing, and I would kiss each one a thousand times over and it would never be enough
And Kevin will melt underneath those eyes, those lips, those hands
His head falling back against Jean's shoulder as the backliner's fingertips trace, as he mouths his way along the marked path until Kevin's lungs are burning and he's breathless and -
YEP. I'M COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS.
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i know we don't have all the facts yet but here's my own personal theory about tma 2:
so, i've believed, since i listened to mag200, that martin survived and jon didn't, because i feel that jon COULDN'T survive being stabbed in the chest and then possibly being ripped from the eye, which we already know from his time at mikaele selasa's house that he doesn't really handle well physically, and that was BEFORE he became the pupil
on listening to 'oh... hello' and considering the theory that martin is now a web avatar (i saw somebody say that his 'death' is the last step but i've been listening to Q&As and jonny said that death isn't a requirement) and i do think that being transported to a different universe probably did affect him in some ways so i'm willing to embrace the web!martin thepry
so, when they got to... wherever, and jon was dying/dead, martin probably had NOTHING he could do to help him. BUT there was probably a tape recorder that came through with him, and we know that the web uses tapes to keep track of things and push people in different directions. and if martin had some kind of web powers, he could have maybe... bound jon to a tape? which would explain the three reversed 'statement remains' from jon in 'oh... hello'. it would also probably keep jon 'alive' or at least sustained because the tapes have knowledge etc which is helpful to the eye
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There should be an emotional support group for when you finish reading a long, MCD compliant fic 🥲
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To the people who sent me clexa date outfit ideas (1st off 😘 thank you!) I've sketched them and I am now fighting with my tablet to get pressure working so I can actually draw them!!! ☺️
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