We can have disagreements, but that has no bearing on the protection she needs under this system. The woman is the stationary force, the egg. The man is the mobile force, the sperm. Her function is creating and nurturing all that she produces even us. Our function is to make that environment possible. Not just individually, but collectively. We can no longer afford the mentality that "I" take care of "my" wife and children, it must be we take care of our wives our children our sisters, and our grandmothers. Perhaps we have forgotten who our mothers, daughters, and sisters are. We have accepted the perception of our women based on the culture we live under. This is the number one aim of the media to destroy our belief in each other. We have not created a safe environment for the last 1200 years, yet we criticize her for the predicament of our children under white supremacy. We blame her for child support, we blame her for abortion, we blame her for homosexuality, we blame her for feminism, we blame her because we don't find her attractive, we blame her when we seek out other races, we blame her for losing faith in us. Does that sound logical, or is it the rationalization of the powerless.
Okay, I'm trying hard not to get into Ben 10 but...
Okay so the Plumbers and the Secret Scientists (secret saturdays) exist in the same world/universe. But the Plumbers are an intergalactic group while the Secret Scientists are earth-bound.
The Plumbers exist to fix "leaks" into "normal life," while the Secret Scientists keep things away from "bad guys" until they fully understand what they're dealing with.
There's an alien scientist named Beaman who is a part of the Secret Scientists instead of the Plumbers. So here's a prompt:
After getting into the Plumbers, Beaman tried his hardest to stay connected with all the aliens he made friends with and less so with humans. However he disagreed with how the Plumbers handled some things. Tossing them into the Nullvoid? The very least they could do was freeze the things until they learn how to control them!
Beaman left the Plumbers and joined the Secret Scientists, trying to find a way to connect back to his alien friends. And he did.
Now there's something called "Beaman's Rule" where Aliens are not under the Plumber's juristiction and instead work under Beaman.
What makes a coursing river swift is that it flows around obstacles, you must be able to adapt and change.
Typhoons are basically water tornados. The wind works together with the water, so you must cooperate and help each other.
Fires rage because they have plenty of fuel. You must take care of yourself.
The dark side of the moon is mysterious because it is unseen. This could mean you should be humble, don’t brag about your achievements just for the attention.
So to be a man
You must be adaptable and able to change
You must cooperate and help others
You must take care of your self
You must be humble
Five times Diego and Eudora almost kissed, and one time they did.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’ve been wanting to write this fic for so long, and today is the day. I’ve never done a 5+1 before, but I had a lot of fun writing this!
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Title: Wish I Knew You [Chapter 1/6]
Summary: Five times Diego and Eudora almost kissed, and one time they did.
(Read on AO3 + FFN)
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“You’re gonna get kicked out if you keep showing up late to class.”
Diego didn’t exactly know when or how he decided to become a police officer.
He told himself it was to help people. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but there was more to it. There’s always more to it. He needed to get into school if he wanted to get out of his so-called home, and since he wasn’t exactly new to fighting crime, the police academy accepted him.
Maybe the reason he wanted to get in so bad was because playing superhero was the only thing he knew how to do well.
“It’s not my fault the stupid bus driver hates my guts,” Diego said, placing his backpack on his desk and putting his book in it.
A piece of paper was shoved into his hands. Diego scanned it before realising it was the notes he’d missed from the beggining of the lecture. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Dora.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Eudora Patch was unlike anyone Diego had ever met. Then again, Diego hadn’t met that many people. Eudora was top of the class at everything, getting straight A’s at every test, acing every exercise, and somehow, she was his friend.
“Sure,” he said, not bothered enough to shake the smirk off his face. “Though I thought we’d reached first-name basis.”
Eudora rolled her eyes. “Well,” she helped Diego zip his bag closed, her fingers playfully brushing his. “My name isn’t Dora.”
“Right, right.” Their fingers were still touching even after the backpack was fully closed, and the heat of her touch was starting to make its way up Diego’s face. “Eudora.”
It was the most beautiful name he’d ever heard, and his heart skipped like a thousand beats whenever it rolled off his tongue. It wasn’t until recently that she’d let him use it—him, only him, while everyone else called her Patch—and he’d never wanted to use his voice more before. To say it, with a stutter or without. He just wanted to hear her name.
She slipped her hand into his, and Diego stroked the back of it without thinking about it much. In fact, he wasn’t thinking about anything, except for how close the two of them were, of how closer they kept coming—
“Jeez, you two look like newlyweds or something.”
They pulled away in less than a second, Diego reaching for his backpack to look casual and Eudora taking a thousand steps back. Dammit, Rodriguez.
“Eh, maybe for now,” another voice argued. “They usually look like an old married couple.”
They were their friends, and Diego loved them, but Beaman and Rodriguez could be really annoying sometimes.
“We do not.” Eudora crossed her arms. “I was just giving him my notes.”
“Well, did he ask you for them, or did you just take them for him before he even showed up?”
“Fuck off, Rodriguez,” Diego mumbled, clumsily shoving the notes in his pocket and putting on his backpack.
The man patted his back. “Relax, we’re just messing with you.”
“When aren’t we?” Beaman asked and Eudora slapped his arm. “Christ, Patch, that hurts!”
Eudora shrugged. “Oops.”
Diego bit his lip and looked away as he tried not to think of what would have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted before.
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