You can call me Bee. I'm 20,000 bees in a trenchcoat trying to pass as a human. I crochet. I garden and keep chickens. Fandoms include Doctor Who, Good Omens, Leverage, Due South, Loki, Moon Knight, Stargate Atlantis and so many more (too many more)
1: a panicked man points at the giant screen on the wall where there are three intersecting red lines and cries, "Ms. Stratt, MULTIPLE petrova lines have been found in our solar system!"
2: Eva stratt says, "impossible. get me a better view." Someone replies, "zooming out scope for full visibility!"
3: same view of Stratt but with a cast of red light.
4: zoomed out view of stratt standing in front of the screen, showing the AO3 logo glowing in the stars. Strat says, "good god."
"Democrat leadership denounces the expected decision, insisting that anything more than 75% glass is unacceptable, and threatening to primary any incumbent who insists on zero ground glass."
One time when I was a kid a group of girls and I had to treat another student for hypothermia by ourselves because she had so many invisible health issues that the adults we asked for help didn't believe us. The student in question was actively hallucinating. When I finally ran for help the people I grabbed were slow as shit to respond, casually joking about how "dramatic" the person in question was.
The kid was picked up by an ambulance 30 minutes later.
Now as an adult working in security I get SO MANY folks- upper-middle aged mostly- coming to me to 'rat out' people they think are faking it.
I was once sent into a bathroom because a client demanded that the "fucker won't get out, so go drag them out"- I was NEVER going to do that, so I did a wellness check instead. You know who it was? A person recently released from the hospital after a car accident. They had a hole in their skull and major hearing loss. They couldn't answer the owner because they couldn't HEAR the owner.
Another time about a homeless man who got around town by kicking the ground from his wheelchair. "You know he doesn't actually need that thing, his legs work fine, it's just for pity points"- Oh, so he's not paralyzed, his wheelchair is performative? Funny story Dale, I actually know that guy, he was backed over by a truck and has chronic pain from his shattered pelvis. But sure, let's make him stand up and walk everywhere so nobody feels too bad for him and tries to help him or something.
"She doesn't need that scooter, I've seen her get out of it."
"Look how fat he is, because he just rides around and refuses to get up."
"She doesn't really need that cane- she comes here without it all the time"
Sincerely, truly, from the bottom of my heart- as someone who isn't physically disabled but hears this shit all the time- fuck off
Prompt: I’ve always loved the idea of Benedict bringing Sophie flowers during their engagement.
All the cheesy things that Benedict maybe tried to do in the past but it didn’t work (Tilley) and the things Sophie always dreamed of experiencing.
He stops by the florist for a bouquet, and spots the exact bouquet he'd brought for Tilley not all that long ago.
The roses are white and a vibrant pink, sprinkled with blue balloon flowers and greenery sprinkled in.
They are, very much, not to Sophie's taste.
"May I help you, sir?"
The man behind the counter is tall and lean, and bespectacled and a little handsome, and Benedict smiles at him. "Yes, thanks. I am...looking for a bouquet that is nothing like that one." He points to the one he gave to Tilley.
The man blinks, but then grins. "Is this for a...a sister? A mother...?"
"Fiancee," Benedict responds. The word still feels a little odd in his mouth, but he likes it. Likes that that's what Sophie is.
The man lights up. "Just one moment!" He rushes back behind the counter, and Benedict watches him get to work.
He rushes around like a bit of a mad man, muttering to himself. "Blue moons...and lavender...and rosemary sprigs...Oh! And some green hydrangea!"
What the man produces is lovely. The roses are a pale lilac color, making the lavender and blue stars pop, while the hydrangeas seem to give the entire bouquet a base to rest on.
The man beams. "Blue moon roses, lavender and rosemary sprigs and hydrangea. Very different from the one you pointed out."
"Why are they called blue moon?" Benedict asks.
The man shrugs. "Sounds good, though, doesn't it?"
Benedict pays him double.
*****
They've been engaged for about thirty-six hours, and in those thirty-six hours, Sophie's entire life has changed.
Again.
Violet has made an appointment for her with the modiste. She's now attending Hyacinth's lessons because she enjoys spending time with her, rather than it being her job. Eloise has piled her high with books she has never had the time to read.
And the Viscount is back in town, and avoiding her like the plague. Every time she sees him, he looks awkward, and a little shame-faced. He nods his head, and then rushes off.
Sophie isn't quite sure how to handle that, and it mostly feels stressful.
What doesn't feel stressful, is walking down the stairs, into the front hall and finding Benedict waiting for her.
She beams up at him as she steps up, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "This is a nice surprise. I thought you said you were painting today."
He grins back, his hands remaining behind his back. "Well, a little procrastination in the afternoon never hurt anyone."
Sophie blinks and tries to look behind him and he shifts so she can't. "Benedict."
"Just- hold on," he chuckles. "I brought you something."
She stops trying to look. "You did?"
"Mhm."
Sophie beams. "Thank you."
"You have not seen it yet," he points out.
"Still."
Benedict breaks out in a smile and pulls the flowers from behind his back, holding them out. "For you."
She freezes, staring at the bouquet.
Benedict's face falls. "You do not like it."
"No!" she cries. "No! I love it," she blurts out, reaching and grabbing it, burying her face in them.
He blinks at her, a little surprised. "Well-...good?"
She looks up at him and lowers the bouquet, pursing her lips. "I have never received flowers before. From anyone."
Benedict stares at her in silence, the look on his face completely frozen, as if he is doing some form of difficult math. Probably realizing that as a maid, that made sense.
He turns and heads for the door.
"Wh-" Sophie blinks. "Where are you going?"
"You need more flowers."
She laughs, startled. "Benedict."
He turns to her again. "I just-"
"These are so lovely," she assures him. "And special. Thank you."
He smiles and walks back over to her.
"How else would you like to procrastinate painting today?" Sophie asks, burying her face in the fragrant bouquet again.
Benedict lifts an eyebrow.
"Aside from that," she scolds gently.
He grins a little. "Raid the kitchen for cheese and bread and sit in the garden?"
Sophie grins as she purses her lips. "Can I bring my flowers?"
He chuckles softly. "Yes, you can bring your flowers."
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
a lot of people are reblogging this saying that most "lazy" people are actually just disabled or that the concept of laziness itself is a product of our society's obsession with productivity. this is all true, but it is not my point.
even if someone WAS just lazy and simply didn't want to do anything but lie on the couch and watch tv, they should still have these things. it's irrelevant whether some people aren't actually lazy because everyone, including hypothetical lazy people, should have their basic needs met.
if we have the resources to do it, there is no defense of letting people die because they don't want to work, and much less because they can't.
I don't want lazy people to have basic necessities because they "actually" deserve them because they ARE working or CAN'T work. I want lazy people to have basic necessities because they are people, and we shouldn't leave them to die when we have the resources not to.
[image description: a comic about a cat. The cat is sitting on a table that has “my platform” written on it. It has just pushed “fic” off of it, or according to the text, posted it. The second panels shows them five minutes later as they are leaning to the side to be able to look down. According to the text, it’s wondering: comints?
The next comic shows the cat who is bumping the fic with their paw once, with their whole body distanced and then between panels, it’s shown jumped back. On the last pannel they’re repeteadly bapping the fic with their paw in quick succession. end of description]
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