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[vurg]

Spider-man and His Amazing Friends(1981-1983)

[loserboyfriendrjl]

Marlene,

You will not have seen this letter, as it has been drafted and written after you have passed away. I would have wanted you to see it, and get to read my feelings, as so I yearn for one more moment of you.

Many things have changed ever since you have passed. For one, I am utterly lonely, and The Order misses your presence. You and James had used to be the brightness in a room as dark as the night. James is not with us anymore, and neither is Lily; they have gone in hiding, along with the Longbottoms.

I have also realized that death is nothing but imminent.

Whether one wants it or not, she does not care. She looms over you and grabs a hold of you when you expect it least, when you want it least. However, that does not mean that we must not live our life to the fullest. That does not mean I will not fight for what I believe is right, and that is avenging you. Even if I do bring death upon me.

Death is imminent, after all; it can be our choice and the own making of our destiny that brings her, though.

Death is bittersweet too, Marlene. Leaving a metal taste in your mouth and your heart aching, lonely and desperate for closure, but the sweetness of what you and them once had imprinted in your body, in your lips, on your veins, in your whole being. You'd never know, though. You never will, because you've been the first one to go.

You told me. Things, in that letter that you have hid under the loose floorboard under our bed.

You told me that I should laugh, that I should fall in love again (you have asked me to, do you remember that? Of course you don't; you're not with me anymore, and I am slowly distanced from you more and more, with every cold night.). And yet, surprisingly for you, though I had expected it, I can't. It has been you, it always has, and there will be no other.

And so, I may bring death upon myself. It is not my intention, of course; but, in order for the sun to rise, it must dawn, and it must be dark first.

Yours, even in death,

Dorcas ♡

[granitoons]

Le Commissioner and his wife.

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

DfE made £370m error in school funding calculations

Top boss apologises and education secrerary orders investigation after mistake found

If we still had our strike mandate, we could have been back out before half term. As it is, it'll be months if we can take action over this, if we do.

Looking at the average secondary losing over £50k. Potentially looking at staff not being replaced if they leave, or not getting the pay rise we fought so hard for.

This is a disaster for education.

Also, announcing it at 5pm on a Friday is pretty shitty- that'll be some SLT working all weekend. I don't have lots of sympathy for school leadership, but this reminds me of the covid period when school leaders were getting updates during the holidays, on the last day of term, just before we were due back in school, and so on.

It burns people out and we also have a shortage of experienced (and dare I say it good) school leaders.

[codeandcanvas]

For those of you who are about to delete your account(s)

I know and understand you. There are reasons, hell, you have reasons to delete whatever account it is you want deleted.

But download your own data first. Archive it. Zip that archive and push it into some automatically syncing folder between local and cloud, so that you can work around data degradation for a longer period of time.

Because you put whatever it is, whatever it was, you put it together and you had reasons for that.

Besides, the companies which used to host your account and your content are not ever deleting whatever it is you made and uploaded, shared and wrote: that is how valuable it is. That is the value of data.

Because neither do these companies know what all this data might be useful for, but they suspect that it will have a purpose in the future.

That purpose is being an archive.

Now, I would normally type something like “welcome to..” and then call it whatever weird stylistic anachronism I could come up with, but I won’t. I don’t trust people who name things. I am moving away from giving things names.

You are using a computer. Parts of what you do with your computer live on someone else’s storage drives. You should learn how to make copies of your own data, and store it well.

Companies like Twitter or Facebook will not be around forever. The next fire sale is always around the corner.

Save your data. Then delete your accounts/make your data unavailable for people outside the company.

[enbysiriusblack]

Be normal. Don't stare at the wall. Stop staring at the wall.

Marlene's eyes fell to the ground as she continued walking.

No, not the floor either. Look straight ahead. That's what people do... right?

Marlene moved her gaze to the others walking around her.

No, you can't stare at people. They'll get insulted. Or think you have a crush on them.

"Right", Marlene nodded.

Mary looked at her in confusion, "What?"

"Nothing!" The reply came quickly.

Good going, now your best friend thinks your crazy. She doesn't. She does.

Mary pulled her hand, "Come on. We've got Charms", she nodded towards the classroom door just beside them.

Marlene swallowed nothing and flicked her eyes from the door to the emptying hallway, "Go ahead. I'll catch up later."

"You'll be late though..." Mary started to say before Marlene took off in a run, leaving Mary yelling after her.

She definitely thinks your crazy now. And you'll get detention. Detention doesn't matter. You're failing every class anyway. But Mary's going to hate you now. She won't. She will.

Marlene ran into the nearest toilets and dropped to the floor by the sink.

You've got class, go to class. You can't go to class, you're having a meltdown. Stop crying, idiot. Go play quidditch. You can't play quidditch, you've got class. When's the next practice? Did you miss it? Fuck, you missed practice. No you didn't, it's this afternoon. Maybe you should go early. Now. Yes now. No not now, you've still got 6 hours. And you're meant to be in Charms. Fuck Charms. Oh Merlin, your head hurts. Why does your head hurt? You're an idiot, that's why. Think of Suzie Quatro, think of The Runaways, think of Jimi Hendrix, think of Led Zeppelin. Strum. You can do it. It's all you can do. Strum. Strum. Strum. Strum. Strum. Strum. Strum. Strum.

"Mckinnon!" Someone touched her arm.

She looked up.

Fuck. It's Meadowes. Meadow? Pretty. Like them. No. Stop. Meadowes is a prick. And now they've seen you crying on the floor. You're never escaping this.

Dorcas sat down on the floor opposite her, "You alright, Mckinnon? What are you doing on the floor?"

"Fuck off."

They snorted, "No."

Marlene glared at them, "What do you mean 'no'? Leave me alone, git."

"No."

"Honestly, Meadowes! I'm not in the mood to get in a fight right now."

"Good, neither am I", Dorcas said, springing up and holding a hand out for Marlene, "I am in the mood to race you round the pitch though."

Marlene took the hand, "I've got class."

You're holding Meadowes' hand. It's warm So warm. Like the sun. Never let go of this hand. You exist just to hold their hand. Hold tight and don't let go.

Dorcas smiled again.

Why do they keep smiling?

"And were you actually going to go to class?"

Marlene didn't speak.

"Exactly." They pulled her up.

At eye level, Marlene watched as Dorcas instinctively lifted their spare hand and wiped a tear away from Marlene's eye.

They stilled after realising what they had done, "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

Marlene just squeezed their hand tighter.

And Dorcas smiled again.

Fuck.

[lacking-hydration]

you are legally required to watch dispatches from elsewhere

[psychaoticpeace]

How is there no fandom for Dispatches From Elsewhere?? Y’all are missing out and when this shit starts hitting the fan,,,I’ll be waiting for you to arrive.