She/her, mama bear for LGBTQIA+ kids, sitting my privilege down so I can listen. Geek, gamer, Tarot card reader; speaks therapist, 12-Step & Tropical Astrology fluently.
Find a humanitarian organization near you and volunteer with them. Do it. I mean it. Even like one day a week. Even an HOUR a week. This shit will change you in the best ways. Your circle will fill with cool people. THE HELPERS-- FIND THEM and then BE THEM
Being in close contact with people who give a shit and are also witnessing the descent of our country into fascism and ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT is actually mad refreshing in contrast to the pointless noise that is the internet.
You'll make such fast friends if you:
show up
say "where do you need me"
do what they say
have a good attitude
Done. Easy. Volunteering is awesome and will put you right in the lap of the best people in your area. They're the helpers, they're the people Mr. Rogers told you about!
Doing an easy task like potting trees for a community garden or helping at a food bank will also connect you to people who are doing more, like immigrant support or things that tackle more urgent, dangerous issues going on. So you can scale up your involvement easily by just showing up repeatedly.
Or don't scale it up-- maybe you stop at helping at the food bank and you're stacking cans for a few hours. You're feeding your neighbors. That's a load-bearing part of any revolution. (I use that word optimistically.)
The people you meet will be the people you lean on when shit gets worse.
AND VICE VERSA, prove that you are someone to lean ON by showing up and helping. Offer things to people. Your skills may be helpful.
Already, just because we've done local volunteering, we have made at least 5 or 6 new friends, got a potential firewood connection, and WELL-PAID EMPLOYMENT (??? OMG)
(and free lunches and snacks and fruit trees) And it's healing as fuck to have people genuinely tell you, in the flesh, to your face, "I'm so glad you showed up today. I appreciate you so much. This would have been harder without you." That shit makes you feel AWESOME and REAL and PURPOSEFUL
(We woke up early for a shift at the food bank, I'm hyping myself up because I am not a morning person LMAO) But yeah volunteering is such a good way to build security and community. There's something for everyone to help with, just get out there and show up, first.
The pathologization of anger needs to be talked about. What do you mean my therapist is telling me that thereās something āchemically wrongā with me because I am still angry about my mom DYING OF COVID.
of course Iām still angry? My mom and 1.3 million other Americans are dead and you want me to shoot sunshine out of my ass about it?
āBut Itās been 3 years since she died, you have complex griefā yeah and she was on a ventilator for 11 days and she kept writing āI am scaredā and āI donāt want to dieā on a notepad over and over again. While you were still going out unmasked and unvaccinated and coughing all over each other, I was living a nightmare I couldnāt fucking wake up from. And every single day Iām reminded of it in the form of āhaha wasnāt the pandemic such a wacky time hahaā and āIām not getting a booster you canāt make me š¤Ŗ (nobody asked)ā and āitās not real they made the numbers up!!!ā
āYouāre not copingā Ok hereās the deal; Iāll stop feeling this anger when we have a national memorial (we donāt) or a cdc equipped to stop it from happening again (we donāt) or a population that takes a deadly disease seriously BEFORE it effects them personally (WE DONāT!)
until then, Iām pretty sure my anger is A COMPLETELY NORMAL HUMAN REACTION given the facts at hand
I am sad and angry on behalf of OP and everyone who has been affected by COVID and has had their feelings and concerns trivialized.
Too many people died āofficiallyā of COVID-19. Many more uncounted also died; not counted because of how deaths were recorded, or died due to the effects on society and its structures as a whole.
Be mad. Stay mad. Thatās valid. Complacency is not healthy.
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personal headcanon that if amir tries to flirt he gets flustered by his own words right after he delivers his line and short circuits from embarrassment bcs saying it out loud is so much worse than he thought it would be
"heyyy are you my laptop? cus youre hot, and id like you on my lap" *explodes*
Dox shifted his head up as Amir spoke, a soft smile gracing his face. The protoframe returned the smile, giving the drifter a small squeeze from where the two were sitting on the couchā Dox nestled up against his love. Amirās smile faltered, his gaze shifting to the side lightly, āYouāre the first, and last, person Iāll ever say that toā¦ I know that already.ā
Doxās brows furrowedā concern reaching his eyes as he shifted a hand to rest on the manās chest, āWhat do you meanā¦?ā
āIāā The technician sighed, running a hand through his black hair, āā¦ I wasnāt made to be lovedā¦ā
Dox was taken aback, watching their partnerās face in a shocked silence. As he sat speechless, Amir continued his explanation, āIāve been told plenty of times growing upā āAmir, youāre too muchā, āAmir, sit stillā, āQuiet downā, āYouāre so weirdāā¦ Where other kids liked football and sports, or were interested in cars like my dadā¦ I was the video game nerd who knew how to code before I knew how to write. Iāmā¦ Broken.ā
Silence echoed between the two as the last word was allowed into the air. Doxās heart ached for his love. They knew what it was like to be the odd one out. To be different. He shifted slowly, fingers resting gently on the protoframeās chin as he tilted Amirās head to face him. They removed the manās glasses, setting them aside to gently trace the intricate scars trailing down his cheeks like tears.
āOh, my loveā¦ Someoneās inability to love you doesnāt make you unloveable.ā
He drew in a breath, glancing to the side. He hadnāt spoken about this since Duviriā¦ But they trusted Amir. And he felt comfortable being vulnerable to his love. He settled down against Amir, resting his head against the manās shoulder.
āI get it, you knowā¦ What we both went through was very different, butā¦ Both of us wereā¦ Not what people considered ānormalā.ā
At the questioning look Amir gave him, he continued to speak, āBefore the void jumpā¦ The man in the wallā¦ Duviriā¦ I was just a kid. But I wasā¦ Sick. Always in and out of the medical bay, weak and smallā¦ An easy target. Mom and dad couldnāt do much about the bullying, cause they had to focus on convincing the Orokin not to declare me āunfit for the colonyā or whateverā¦ And if they had time away from that, they were arguing over me. And Solar tried their best, butā¦ Yāknow. I could see the weight on their shoulders too.ā
He paused, pulling in a breath. They felt Amirās arm, wrapped around his frame, shifting to hold him closer. More intimately. Providing Dox with a comforting warmth and allowing him to keep going, āI was the defective one. Felt like a burden, and kept wondering if I was worth putting the resources towards. Then the jump happenedā¦ I made the dealā¦ And got left behind. And thatā¦ Kinda solidified it for me. I wasnāt worth it. I was alone, and I deserved to be alone. I wasnāt meant to know loveā¦ā
They blinked back the mist in his eyes that threatened to let tears spill. With a shaky breath, he turned to face Amirā gaze into those stormy gray eyes that they swore crackled with electricity ever so slightly. Like a thunderstorm in the distance. His cool pale skin met Amirās warm brown, as he cupped the manās cheek with a hand, āBut I do know love. I found a family, I found a partner. People who showed me every day that being different doesnāt make me broken. We are not broken, Amir. We need help sometimes, and we think differently than most people butā¦ Weāre both still worthy of love.ā
Amir said nothing, and he didnāt have to. Dox could see the way his lips curled into a gentle smile, while his brows furrowed lightly and his eyes glistened with tears. The tenno didnāt speak further, only leaning in to press their lips against his. The touch was tender and full of warmth, a light static tingling on his flesh from the protoframeās eternal current. He felt a hand lace into his pale blond hair and rest on the back of his headā and soon Dox slung their leg across the man to rest on his lap, hands tangling into Amirās own soft black hair. The moment lasted for some time, yet felt too short for either of the boysā liking. Dox rested his forhead against Amir, breathing in every bit of him in a calm silence.
āThank you for loving meā¦ All of meā¦ā Amirās voice was low and loving, dripping with sincerity and bliss. He huffed in a short laugh, a sly grin coming to his face, āEvery wrinkle in my brain feels loved loved loved.ā
A snort left the tenno, amusement in his elated expression as he gently scritched at his loveās hair, āIām glad weāre togetherā¦ā
āMmm, you are tempting me right now, kitten,ā Dox knew exactly what that little grin meant, and his expression sharpened in anticipation. They chuckled lowly, pressing his lips against his loves cheek. Then jaw. Then neck. Head lifting to lean in to Amirās ear, they murmured soft words to his love.
āPerhaps you should indulge then, puppyā¦ā
āDonāt mind if I doā¦ā
Not much was left to be said as they were swept into the moment once again. The evening was quiet, the Hex were lounging in their respective spacesā¦ A perfect night for intimacy. Soft and gentle perhapsā light touch and tender embrace, content in the company they kept together. Or maybe one would rather a night passionā a blazing need for carnal satisfaction, intense desire to know one another in ways that only they could.
Yes, it was a good night for softness and passion.
please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.
you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.
first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.
now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:
in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.
and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.
and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.
it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:
ā¢ infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.
ā¢ youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.
ā¢ only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.
ā¢ manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.
ā¢ journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.
ā¢ even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.
and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.
what i'm asking:
if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.
if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.
india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.
Ok so. Hunhowās dream house is a place where people from multiple conflicting timelines can coexist, yes? So I propose it is added to the places Drifter and Operator can exist independently at the same time.
Sometimes a hang out spot can be for you. Your adult version. Your stalker. Your stalkerās baby who you helped deliver. Your stalkerās babyname second choice turned into a baby. The adult versions of the baby you delivered and the unused babyname baby. Their mentor/situationships. Your rescue dad. Your stalkerās boss whoās also your Momās Dad (with dementia). Optionally your stalkerās 3D printed Dead Wife.
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