A short comic about Tiffany Aching and Sam Vimes, two of Discworld’s hardest working characters. The recent conversation about crunch inspired me to make this piece.
Oops. Got a little ... erm, distracted, overwhelmed, um. Something?
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This week’s author is TheShyGirl. Click the link to visit this work on A03 and explore the rest of our author’s work.
Summary:
Nineteen-yea
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Hey, everyone. So.... I started a podcast a little bit ago.
I don't have time to *write* Fic right now, much less the focus or motivation (Yaaaaa.... pandemic), and I had stopped reading fic - because it's so hard to find time to do anything just for me.
But.... like that meme goes; if it's for YOU I can do anything.
Anyway, this is the third episode in a series of episodes from a single LONG fic, check it out! :)
i know that a:tla did an excellent job with coming up with new critters that were just two animals put together, but like, i gotta give credit to whoever designed the deer-foxes on hilda:
Episode 7 is out! Two Chapters this week! It seems like I'll be doing some longer episodes, but I'm going to try to keep them under an hour.
This is a continuation of last week's story! The Looks You Give, by TheShyGirl.
This week’s author is TheShyGirl. Click the link to visit this work on A03 and explore the rest of our author’s work.
Summary:
Nineteen-yea
The internet is bursting at the seams with amazing writing by fans and for fans. In the last few months I’ve really wanted to just throw my headphones on and listen to some Fic while I do household chores, play games on my phone, or as a bedtime story. I listen to several other storytelling podcasts where the podcasters read mythology or fairy tales, but I couldn’t find anything like that for FanFic - at least not in the SPN Fandom. That’s what fic is all about, right? You see a niche and think “well, why don’t *I* fill in that niche!?”
Not all Fic is created equal, which means that not all Fic that gets submitted will be read on the Podcast. First and foremost I will not read anything on the Podcast that that makes me squick or cringe. For the record that includes incest, non-consent, underage/children. The list may grow, and I’ll try to update as I discover any new squicks.
Oh, and only completed works will be read on the Podcast. If you’ve got a Fic that’s “almost finished” sitting in your WIP Folder, consider this your inspiration to go finish it!
I anticipate reading longer stories as a series of episodes, one or two chapters at a time. Long stories may be read over the course of multiple episodes as a series. If you have multiple stories you’d like to submit, please do each one separately. I know it’s a bit of a pain, but, it will really help me keep things organized in the long run.
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Go to the Angel Radio Submission Form and fill it out.
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Hey guys! I started a podcast!
Check it out! Reblog. You can listen to the RSS Feed directly via the Tumblr Blog I started, or you can find the pod on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts or pretty much anywhere you get your podcasts.
Dean is looking right at him and he still can't wrap his head around it. He's a kid, he's fucking three, and he's extending his arms towards Cas who collects him in his arms with barely any effort. Like he was always meant to do that, like he was ready for it.
Yes, when Jack was first born he expected him to be... well, a newborn, but upon finding him and everything that followed, the concept was long buried in the back of his mind. He never thought it would happen.
Correction: Jack has always been a kid.
But now Jack is human (his own wish to Amara, who he bestowed his power to), and, therefore, looks his age. Three.
He's cuddling up to his father, Dean's angel-no-more, whom they just rescued from the Empty a few hours ago. With whom he still has so much to talk about. Jack's tiny arms are wrapped around his neck and his head is pressed tightly against it, and Cas is smiling like he could fly all over again.
That's his kid. That is a kid.
And it suddenly all comes rushing back to Dean. How unfairly he treated him. How much pressure he put on him. How little he appreciated all that he did.
But now he got Cas back, again, and he's a little three year old kid, and Dean can feel the tears prickling behind his eyes.
He's such a piece of shit. He was no better than John.
The tears spill over as Cas starts humming a tune and bouncing Jack softly, pressing him tighter against him and caressing his little blond head. Cas turns when Dean fails to suppress a shaky exhale and a sniff, and Cas must recognize the all-consuming guilt in his eyes. He steps toward him with a sad smile, never interrupting the bouncing or the song that Dean now recognizes as Believe It Or Not. It's incredibly endearing and just makes him cry more.
Cas swivels so Dean can see Jack's face now. Up close, it's incredibly clear that it's him, an uncanny resemblance to his dad and big blue eyes that find his.
And then Jack is smiling and reaching for him, begging to exchange arms.
Dean takes him and, instead of settling against him like he did Cas, Jack starts wiping at his cheeks with his tiny, chubby hands, and Dean can't believe he ever thought this being could be anything close to evil, much less treat him like he was.
It's at that moment that Dean decides he's gonna spend the rest of his life making it up to him.
The question has been burning at the tip of his tongue for a week.
"When he's bigger and can form full sentences, ya know? Think he'll... remember everything? From before?"
Dean doesn't take his eyes off the dark stretch of road in front of them, but Cas spares a glance over his shoulder, where Jack is finally falling asleep in his seat.
"I don't know, Dean."
A minute of silence.
"Think he'll forgive me?"
"He's your son."
"No, that shouldn't matter, Cas. I- I was awful to him." Dean hadn't noticed the tremble in his lip, or the white in his knuckles as he clutched the wheel. "I wouldn't forgive me."
Then Cas's hand is covering his, warm and steady and beckoning. Dean double checks that the road is clear (he's got a baby on board now, you see) before turning to him. His eyes are miles more gentle and kind than what Dean deserves.
"I already have. I'm sure he will, too."
At that, Dean just can't keep driving. He feels that sting in his eyes again and pulls over before the blur in his vision makes him miss a pothole and wakes up the kid.
Neither of them says a thing. It's been like this for six days. Six excruciating days in which all of them, Sam and Eileen included, have just been adjusting to this new day-to-day with a toddler. The grocery shopping has been endless, and Jack has run off and gotten lost in the bunker at least four times. It's been exhausting, and delightful, and refreshing, and it also means Dean and Cas have barely had a moment of peace to talk things out. When they do have a moment, neither knows how to start.
And right now is no different.
Cas doesn't seem all that bothered though. His gaze is still on Dean even though he pulled his hand back, and out of the corner of his eye Dean thinks he looks... pretty calm, considering.
"Are you alright, Dean?"
Dean lets out a wet chuckle and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Am I alright?" He looks at Cas. There's moonlight shining through the woods, illuminating his face just right, and it's out of a goddamn movie. "You're here, Cas." He nods at the back. "Jack is here. Sam, Eileen, everybody... everyone's here, alive, safe." He sniffles. "I'm more than alright. Hell, I'm more alright than I ever thought I'd be."
It's then he notices his hand found Cas's again, this time on the seat in between them.
"More than I ever thought I deserved."
"Dean, you deserve-"
"I know, I know, made of love. I heard you, Cas."
And that's the first time either of them brings up that night. Dean is still looking at their hands, and he starts fiddling with Cas's fingers.
"It's gonna take me a while to really believe all of it, hundred percent, but I heard you." He looks up, meets Cas's eyes. Dean could drown in them and die happy. "I heard you, Cas," he repeats, emphasizes, trying to get the message across.
Cas nods, once, slow, never breaking Dean's gaze.
The words build up in Dean's chest, knot up in his throat. He licks his lips, gulps once, takes a breath. "Cas, I-" He gulps again.
"You don't have to say it, Dean."
"I will." It's a promise. "I will because I want to. Because I do, Cas."
I do, I do, I do. The words linger in the air, and Cas smiles, sleep-drunk and bright.
"Well, I've waited this long," Cas says, and Dean just can't hold himself back anymore.
He brings a hand up to Cas's face, cups it like he's done maybe half a dozen times before, but never like this. This time it's different, because he moves his hand all the way back to the nape of Cas's neck, burying his fingertips in his hair. Dean feels himself melt looking at Cas, alive and human and perfect and here. The tears start welling up again, and he's been crying for the better part of a week (relief, emotion, happiness), so it doesn't even surprise him anymore. It doesn't surprise him either when Cas reaches up and wipes a tear, not unlike his- their- son did days before, and Dean melts further into his touch, letting his eyes flutter closed.
When he opens them a second later, Cas is a hair's breadth closer than he was before. He seems flustered like he's been caught doing something wrong, and Dean can't help but think how ridiculous it is. With a silent chuckle, he pulls Cas closer, and then their noses are touching and Dean's heart wants to beat out of his chest and go to the person it belongs with. Because his heart always has been, and always will be, Castiel's.
Their lips brush, and it's Cas who pushes forward the rest of the way. Dean thinks they've done this before, they must have, because it's easy. It's easy and slow and chaste and coarse, because Cas hasn't shaved since he became human, and Dean is enjoying that a lot more than he cares to admit. But he can admit it now, he's allowed, he can have it. He does have it. So he caresses Cas's stubble with his thumbs as Cas pulls him closer by his shirt.
And then their chests are pressed flush against each other, but it's more an embrace than anything else. Their lips part, but Cas's hands are still at Dean's sides, Dean's are still on Cas's face, and their breaths are still mingling. Foreheads touching. Dean plants a kiss on Cas's hairline and rests his head there.
As if on instinct, they both look at Jack. He's sound asleep right behind them, and Dean thinks he might just be tied with Cas for the Most Beautiful Living Thing On Earth award.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Cas mutters under his cheek, and Dean smiles.
No but seriously as I’ve gotten older I realize more and more that although white gays do face certain levels of oppression they are still white people.....like does that make sense?
Like yes a white lesbian has some form oppression against her but she’s still a white woman..... and the same thing for white gay men and white trans men and women like they’re still white !!!!!!
Like I don’t mean this in a rude way but like if we’re going to be honest about the lgbtq community we should also talk about how the white people in said community oppress poc and it doesn’t change just because they’re in a minority group they’re still white people
And like personally I’ve seen that white lgbtq ppl hate when you bring up that their still white because they’ve separated themselves in their mind as being better but they’re still white!!!
How Portland organizers are mass-producing cheap protest shields
Taken from this twitter thread (link is to a mirror on nitter)
Two weeks ago, these shields were getting built by 3 people in a garage. Today, an assembly line of over 25 volunteers (and two dogs 🐶) gathered at Clinton Park in Southeast Portland to help put them together. Using Twitter to coordinate, volunteers gather 3 times a week (location announced the night before) to build these shields. All materials – including duct tape, power tools and pool noodles – are donated (along with everything on this extremely packed snack and supply table).
So how does a protest shield get made? 🤔
Step 1.) Acquire a 55-gallon barrel. (In the beginning, Ghost (@ghostmobpdx) was buying these barrels – which once carried liquids like soy sauce and canola oil – off of Craiglist. Now all of the barrels are donated.)
Step 2.) Remove the barrel lid. Using a circular saw, a volunteer slices the barrel into four sections. You now have five soon-to-be shields! 🛡🛡🛡🛡🛡
Step 3.) Using a hand drill, a different volunteer makes 6 holes in the center of the plastic. (Shield building sessions are BYOPT: Bring Your Own Power Tools.🛠️🧰)
These holes will be used to attach bolts, padding and straps so the shield can be carried like this:
(A plan is in the works to upgrade to drilling 8 holes so the shields can have backpack-style straps. This will help protesters avoid dropping their shields when they have to move fast.)
Step 4.) A volunteer adds the aforementioned bolts. 🔩BOLT FACT🔩 Since starting, Viv (@viv______) estimates they’ve used over 1,200 bolts. That’s a lot of bolts. 😮 (Can you spot the faded NLG number on this volunteer’s arm?)
Step 5: Another volunteer adds foam and straps. The straps are made from strips of sturdy ratchet tie material. Foam also gets added over the bolts on the front of the shield to protect people from hard edges.
Step 6: It is ~noodle time.~ A different group of volunteers slices pool noodles lengthwise and fits them along the rough edges of the shield material. This is to protect the protester and anyone they might bump into.
NOODLE FACT: The volunteers who do this part of the process are called the “noodlers.” (!!!) Here is a noodler in action:
Step 7: Another group of volunteers adds a layer of duct tape around the entire shield (except for the foam/strap section). Each shield needs about 2 rolls of duct tape, and Viv estimates they’ve used 400-500 rolls so far.
After volunteers have attached the pool noodles, bolts, foam, straps and duct tape to the plastic barrel material, you arrive at the final step of shield building…
Step 8: Spray paint and stencil the shield. Ghost spray paints the surface of each shield black. From there, individuals can add their own unique designs. One volunteer brought these handmade stencils that included images of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Ahmaud Arbery.
As a final touch, this message is spray painted onto the interior of every shield: “THIS SIGN WAS PROVIDED FREE OF CHARGE AND IS NOT INDICATION OF ANY GROUP AFFILIATION” (sometimes accompanied by a protective sigil from local witches or a stencil of Portland’s elk statue).
In total, each shield takes about 3 hours to make and requires passing through multiple groups of volunteers before it’s finished. All materials and time to produce them is donated, and the shields are offered free of charge to BIPOC protesters and $10 for everyone else. Ghost, Viv and the volunteers have made about 250 shields so far, and build between 30 and 55 shields per session.
How does it feel to see the shields in action? Ghost: “My heart is so warmed, just every time. I’m so proud. There was one time – God, it was beautiful - where a tear gas canister full on exploded off the damn thing and the person is still running away. And the shield was fine.“
While y'all are here, have you heard of Portland’s Black Resilience Fund? BRF is a 100% volunteer-led organization providing Black Portlanders with relief from financial burdens for basic living expenses and life emergencies. Here’s a cool story: https://www.portlandmercury.com/blogtown/2020/06/19/28554154/the-portlanders-behind-the-black-resilience-fund-are-young-black-queer-and-hopeful
Laying here in bed this morning, scrolling thru posts to wake up, and my 4 year old is watching Roblox vids on his tablet. Neither of us is ready to be awake yet... But we can't sleep.
it never ceases to amaze me how ppl get life handed to them wrapped up in a pretty pink bow, and then convince themselves that they paid for it with sweat and blood
Ugh. As someone who is actively working on paying down somewhere in the neighborhood of $80,000 in combined consumer & student loan debt... Let me just say....
Bitch. Fuck you.
If someone gave me a house/condo and I could move in with my granny, yeah. This shit would go so much faster.
Like... Look. I have paid off 5 of 9 credit cards in the last 5 months. During a Pandemic. I'm KILLIN it. But its gonna take me another 10 months at this pace just to get thru Credit Cards.
And then there's the medical debt and student loans and car loan. Fuck. When I think about how much it is... It makes me die a little. I WISH I had the kind of generational wealth that allowed me to be so smug.
Paying off debt is hard as shit and as rough as it's been for me... I can ONLY do it because I have a husband with a stable income that covers our monthly expenses.
Every one can not do it.
Paying down debt is a PRIVILEGE
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