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❝Aɴᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ, I ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴜɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴇɴɪᴜs.❞ -Leopold Fitz RP Blog

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Maybe it seems contradictory to hate that Trump is president but also not approve of the protests happening today, but I do. Everyone has the right to protest, of course, and when you’re unhappy then you should speak out against injustice, but today is not the right day to do so, in my opinion. It’s Veterans’ Day. We’re meant to be celebrating the people that fought for our freedom and the freedom of others. Instead, many are protesting about a position that was held by veterans in the past. I spoke to my grandfather today and he said something that boggled my mind. 

“It may be hard to believe, but I’m 83 years old. I’ve been through 20 elections and not one of them has had people protest the president-elect.”

He didn’t say this because he supports Trump. I know for a fact he doesn’t. I think this boggles his mind because he’s been through so many of these elections and presidents’ terms that he thinks it’s bonkers for people to be fighting against a president before they’ve even seen him do anything. 

While I’d have to disagree with that to some extent (Trump’s election has already caused massive problems), in a way it’s true. We haven’t seen what will come, not really. How often have we seen a president promise things to get elected and then do something else? As terrified as I am of Trump’s presidency, and as much as I also want to say he isn’t my president, the fact is that as long as I’m a citizen of this country then the president is the person who gets elected or has to fill in when that person dies/gets impeached. I can only hope Trump won’t have either of those happen because a Pence presidency is much scarier.

So, I think I’ll stay here and hold out hope, but not hold my breath. Protest as you will, but I’ve decided that I’m done being upset about the result. I’ll wait and see what happens and then I’ll react accordingly. It’s the only productive thing I can do. You can’t impeach someone for winning, for having different opinions (no matter how hateful or outrageous they may be), or for not being the person you voted for. It’s shitty and I don’t like it, but Trump won. We can’t do shit about it right now unless someone can build a time machine. I’ll fight for my rights and the rights of others when there is something I can actually do about it, something I can actually fight against. If you want to protest, protest what he’s done to the women who accused him of sex crimes, protest what he might’ve done to a child, protest his tax crimes, protest what he’s done. Protesting his existence won’t do shit. 

And maybe you should also save it for another day. I don’t think Veterans’ Day was the day to do it.

Anyway, that’ll probably be my last post for awhile since I’m sure I’ll get hate for it that I don’t care to deal with. I’ll see you when Bernie confirms his 2020 run so everyone will calm down when I post about that. 

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To Veterans

My school was so quiet and empty today. In a school of over 60,000 full-time undergrads, you could pick out a conversation in the wide expanse of the campus like it’d been yelled across the classroom. I’m positive many stayed home to mourn today, or to protect themselves from the fallout of the election. If I could’ve, I would’ve stayed home today too, but life goes on. The sky was gray, like even nature knew what the mood should be. 

My school had put down over a thousand flags to honor the veterans that attend it, but the atmosphere seemed to twist the scene. Beneath a gray sky, on a quiet campus, with 1400+ flags stuck in the ground, it almost felt like a funeral. 

These men and women who fought to keep us safe and keep our rights have been dishonored. They kept our right to vote and this is what we’ve done with it. When I call my grandfather, a veteran of Vietnam, on Friday, it will be with a heavy heart filled with second-hand guilt. Guilt from a state that voted red, guilt from a country that elected hate, and guilt from not trying harder to stop it--for not taking it seriously enough.

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I've been pretty much gone from tumblr for a long time between work, school, and personal issues, but I've briefly come back to share my dismay over what's occurred today.

I won't say that Hilary was a good choice. She was just the lesser of two evils. Even had she won, I would've been disappointed. To choose between two bad choices isn't something we should have to face for a presidential election.

Even yesterday I joked that I would leave the country if Trump won. I joked because I thought it was ludicrous to believe Trump would win. I thought that his followers were just the loud minority, but that was not the case.

I'm honestly and genuinely scared, but not about what Trump could do. His radical words and extremist ideas would never pass congress, even if the republicans hold both the house and senate. He can't take away rights, he can't repeal Supreme Court decisions, and he can't declare war. No, I'm not scared of what he'll do; I'm scared of what he's done.

The peso has been destroyed, the dollar is diminishing, NASDAQ fell 30%, and while Trump cannot break trade agreements, he might as well have. Half our allies want nothing to do with our apparently hate-filled country and it's bigoted president. Our enemies are likely rejoicing, waiting to test Trump's promise of using nuclear warfare.

But, that is only the large-scale. The everyday details are what worry me more. All the bigots, abusers, scum, racists, xenophobes, anti-everything under the sun have now been justified. They've been given the most powerful voice of all. They put this country in the hands of a man who has been accused of sex crimes, who wants to segregate Americans, both legal and illegal, out of the country, whose hate-filled words hurt us before he was ever elected.

I fear for my family, my friends, and for myself. I fear for all the people he's already called out and all the ones he may insult in the future. Those who look to him will take his hate and spread it. They will act for him. They will be the ones causing harm to us in our everyday lives, and I'm afraid.

They say that history is written by the winners, but I think there have been too many losers today for this to hold true. The biggest danger is right now, right after the election when emotions are still running high and the more aggressive supporters want to drive home what's happened and assert their win.

Please be safe. Lock your doors at night, carry something for self-defense, and hold your head high. We won't have to hide forever my friends--we won't even have to wait four years. As soon as it is safe to do so, as soon as we possibly can, we will fight back and prepare to fix the damage Trump and his followers will inevitably do to the country.

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Moving back over to @lavishmagnus

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So apparently I had less homework than I thought I did, yay!

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❝ It’s Saint Patrick’s Day, I’m Irish, there should be more people KISSING me. ❞

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Fitz rolled his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Nessa’s cheek.

❝ There, now stop your whinin’. ❞

He took a shot of his whiskey and muttered,

❝ The Irish are so strange... ❞

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Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

It’s true, he is. 

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Put which one from the Cinnamon Roll meme my muse is:

Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you

Could kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll

Burned cinnamon roll, has literally been through hell and back, slightly charred

Would kill for a cinnamon roll

Sinnamon roll

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❝ I will. Thank you, Fitz. For at least trying. ❞ Nessa gave him a nudge to the shoulder. It would be an interesting learning curve, for the both of them, but she was actually happy. For the first time in a long time, if she were going to be honest.

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❝ If he makes you happy and doesn’t kill anyone, what can I really complain about? ❞

Fitz shrugged, smiling more genuinely now. She really did seem happy. Fitz could swear she nearly glowed when she smiled. He was happy for her, even if he worried about her at the same time.

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❝ I am. ❞ Nessa could hardly keep herself from smiling now. She could just tell Fitz wasn’t exactly thrilled for her; she hadn’t really expected him to be. But he was her best friend and he deserved to know.  

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❝ Well, uh, okay. ❞

Fitz could feel how awkward this was. He wanted to be happy for her, he really did, but after everything that’s happened it was hard to get past the fact that Bucky Barnes had once been their enemy. He managed a shaky smile before speaking again.

❝ If he tries anything funny, let me know and I’ll shoot ‘im with an I.C.E.R. ❞

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❝ His name is BUCKY, Fitz. And he is actually a terrific kisser. ❞ Nessa couldn’t bring herself to quite frown at her friend, although she wanted to. She understood his apprehension but to call Bucky the Winter Soldier when he was struggling so hard to distance himself from that was unfair.   

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Fitz stared at her for a moment before realization dawned on his face.

❝ Wait a second, no, it couldn’t be. ❞

Fitz had heard Nessa was seeing someone, but he wasn’t sure how he felt if that person was Barnes.

❝ Are you dating him? ❞

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❝ Actually, no, it was one JAMES BARNES and I’m more than a little pleased about that. ❞ Nessa leaned against the counter, lips pursed, hand tightly wrapped around her beer.   

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❝ Wait, what did you say? ❞

Fitz was trying to process that the Winter Soldier had kissed Nessa. He made faces as he imagined it could’ve happened in his head, which mostly ended violently. He knew Barnes had been brainwashed, but that only made Fitz more nervous nowadays.

❝ Are you insane, Nessa? Why would you be happy about kissing the Winter Soldier? ❞

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❝ Well Fitz, I finally did it – I finally got someone to kiss me because I’m Irish on Saint Paddy’s day. ❞

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❝ Why is that even a thing? ❞

Fitz wrinkled his nose, not exactly excited about the topic of people kissing his friend even if she seemed happy about it.

❝ It wasn’t some random drunk was it? ❞

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❝ You named the money you’re not even technically approved to build yet? ❞

As if Nessa could even remotely be surprised. Q had this habit of designing and investing so much into these strange projects before they’d even been signed off on by M. And he really loved monkeys. Frankly, she was a little surprised he hadn’t built HENRY at home yet.

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❝ Of course, I did! I had to give’im some kind of name when I made the schematics!... And for the miniature prototype I built at home to make sure he’d work... ❞

He turned around, somehow expecting M to be standing right behind him. He wiped his brow and sighed in relief when he saw that his unauthorized initiative wouldn’t get him in trouble. His paranoia from lack of sleep was really getting to him. Maybe he really should just take that nap.

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Rebecca’s Blogs

Active:

@nctbroken -- Leopold Fitz RP + Fitzsimmons fics

@lavishmagnus -- Magnus Bane RP

Inactive

@agentdad -- (WIP) Phil Coulson RP

@forfitzsimmons -- general blog, mostly includes marvel stuff and writing

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5 episodes into Shadowhunters and I’ve decided Simon is the bae and Alec really needs to get laid--preferably by Magnus because dude’s got a major crush on him and idk they’re kind of adorable??

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After 9 HOURS of Japanese I am finally done. T.T Studying is so tiring... but that’s what happens when you procrastinate and force yourself to review 2 lessons (each with at least 4-7 grammar sections and two pages of vocab).