alternate identity
Betsy DeVos cannot name an example of discrimination that would cause her to cut federal funding from a school
Trump's education secretary apparently sees no problem with giving federal money to schools that reject queer kids.

Here she goes again! In a House subcommittee hearing on Wednesday, Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos essentially said that she sees no problem with giving federal funds to schools that openly discriminate – against LGBTQ students, students of color, students with disabilities, or possibly any other group that faces discrimination in education.

The details of this conversation are borderline unbelievable, so I’m going to spare you a click and include much of HuffPost’s writeup (above) here:

Rep. Katherine Clark (D-Mass.) told DeVos about Lighthouse Christian Academy, a private school in Indiana that receives state voucher money but denies admission to students from families where there is “homosexual or bisexual activity” or someone “practicing alternate gender identity.” Clark asked DeVos, whose budget seeks a $250 million increase for projects that include vouchers for private schools, if she would step in if that Indiana school applied for such federal funding.

DeVos replied by saying she supports giving flexibility to states.

“For states who have programs that allow for parents to make choices, they set up the rules around that,” she said.

Clark, who appeared baffled, pressed DeVos on whether she could see any situation in which she would overrule a school requesting federal voucher money ― if the school discriminated against students based on sexual orientation, race or special needs, for example.

“The Office of Civil Rights and our Title IX protections are broadly applicable across the board,” DeVos said. “But when it comes to parents making choices on behalf of their students….”

“This isn’t about parents making choices. This is about use of federal dollars,” Clark interrupted. “You would put the state flexibility over our students.”

“I think a hypothetical―” DeVos said.

“It’s not a hypothetical,” Clark snapped. “It’s a real school.”

As they talked over each other, the chairman stepped in and gave DeVos a chance to fully answer Clark, whose time was up.

“The bottom line is we believe that parents are the best equipped to make choices for their children’s schooling and education decisions,” DeVos said. “States and local communities are best equipped to make these decisions and framework.”

Clark managed to get in a parting comment: “I am shocked that you cannot come up with one example of discrimination that you would stand up for students.”

I will never stop being baffled at her incompetence, her utter disdain for kids who aren’t wealthy and white and Christian and straight and cisgender, and the fact that she wields so much power in 2017. This is unreal. And yet. 


The movie Split is fast approaching and it will bring HARDCORE discrimination and stigma towards those living with Dissociative Identity Disorder. We can do nothing to stop the movie but we have to be loud RIGHT NOW! WE EXIST! WE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO LIVE WITH THIS! WE ARE NOT SOME PSYCHOPATHIC PLOTLINE! I URGE ESPECIALLY THOSE WITHOUT THIS DISORDER TO HELP ALL THOSE WHO WILL BE AFFECTED BY THIS HORRIBLE MOVIE!  R E P O S T! please help us. stand with us.


REVENUE OF THE SITH: anakin and padmé skywalker work for jedi incorporated, rival company of the notorious sith enterprises. when anakin, an accountant, realizes there’s money going missing, he does some digging only to discover that palpatine, the ceo, is behind it — and that he’s been hiding his alternate identity as sidious, the mysterious ceo of sith enterprises. palpatine blackmails anakin into keeping quiet, but the ugly truth comes to light when sith enterprises buys out jedi incorporated. can anakin redeem himself in the eyes of the friends and coworkers he’s betrayed? is it too late to save the company? and more importantly, is it too late to save anakin and padmé’s marriage?

Pro revenge by whistle blowing.

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One of my first jobs out of college wasn’t really a true job. I interviewed at a proprietary trading firm and was offered a job as one of their traders. Looking back, it was naive to join such a firm and this was right before the ‘08 crash. They sold themselves as being pro traders and all you had to do was put up some capital which got added to the group’s pooled fund. After that, you went through training and once the boss thought you were ready, you would 'go live’ with your trading account. There were no paychecks, but you did get to keep most of your profits. Later on, I learned that the bosses of such groups made money by either taking a cut from your profits or by taking a fee from your traded volume. This group skimmed from both sides taking 15% from your profits and a fee from your trading volume which came out to about $1.5 every 100 shares traded.

For months, I spent time learning from the “Pros,” and then I began to realize along with some of the other newbies, that the only person making money was the boss. The turnover for new traders was high. Some people lasted a month, others a year or two. As I got to know people around the office, I began finding out that very few made any money at all. The boss was a micromanager and watched the risk monitor for his group like a hawk. If you hit -$50 in a day, you were locked out and couldn’t trade anymore throughout the day. Also, you were limited to trading stocks up to $40 per share with a max size of 200 shares. It was very difficult to make a living trading like this.

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Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice

This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. 
Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!

“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

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I used to work in a theme park in a line-order restaurant (serving guests and serving employees) some of my stories.

>An elderly British couple came in, the woman asked for tea. I inserted the tea bag, filled the cup with hot water over the bag, capped it, sleeved it, and handed it to her. She looked at me in abject fear and confusion before turning to her husband and asked “An American who knows how to make tea, WHAT IS THIS?”

>A different elderly British couple asked if the Fish and Chips we served was real fish and chips, I told them it was until the health department said we had to stop serving it in news paper. The wife thought this was hilarious.

>A man came through, looked at our menu and said that our food looked good but was way too fatty, I agreed and jokingly said that “you know what they say, a heart attack is just your body’s way of saying ‘I have eaten all the delicious food the world has to offer and now I am ready to die.’” The man thought I had a valid point and ordered a double cheeseburger, his wife was significantly less amused.

>A couple with a young child approached with the distinct repeated sound of air being blown through the souvenir cup straw. The father asks for a refil, after I fill the cup he sighs and with a deflated tone says that he regrets teaching his son how to make noise with the straw. The mother slowly nods her head with pursed lips and a look of “I told you so.”

>A kid asks how much longer the restaurant is open. I tell him that we close when the park does in 360 minutes. Kid freaks thinking everything is about to shut down, so does his dad until he does the math and realizes that that was six hours.

>A platoon of soldiers comes in during our breakfast hours, having a week’s leave after basic before getting sent to their assignment. The each order an English Breakfast (eggs, sausage, country potatoes, fired english muffin) with a Belgian waffle (we only have two waffle makers because we don’t normally get that kind of traffic in the morning) we stop taking breakfast orders at 11. We give the last soldier their breakfast at 1. We have to tell lunch customers we are no longer serving breakfast as we give breakfast to these people idling about.

>Guy from Philadelphia asks if our Philly Cheese Steaks are “real.” I tell him no, describe why. My coworkers are pissed, he thanks me for actually knowing what he asked and orders one. Tells me he can’t tell the difference. I use that in my response from then on.

>Guy from Delaware asks if our Philly CheeseSteaks are “real.” I say no, but people from Philly have said they can’t tell the difference. He orders one, stops me while I’m making it and asks where the Cheese-wiz is. The guy in front of him from Philly angrily asks if he’s from Delaware. The guest angrily replies that he is. A fight almost breaks out. My coworkers learn that I was not joking when I said people from Philly take their Cheese Steaks seriously.

>Man comes in asking for beer, tries to prove his age with an ID held together with scotch tape. Gets pissed when I deny him service and ask for alternate proof of identity.

>Woman tried to use void ID to purchase alcohol. Produces valid ID when asked for alternate ID (she had moved so she had to have her drivers license changed). Insisted that the ID with the word VOID punched into it was still good because it had not yet expired.

>Old woman angrily demanded to know where I was after my day off. Claimed I was the only person in the park who knew how to make fish right, and demanded that I tell my manager that they were no longer allowed to serve fish on days when I was not working.

>Guy in charge of all the restaurants in my area of the park is performing an inspection during set up and decides to QC the aforementioned fish. Declares it to be “nice and flaky, like a lot of the people who work here.”

>Tram driver angrily yells at me for serving hot food that will make him sleepy and crash a tram full of guests. I tell him that I don’t control the menu or food policies and that his meal voucher doesn’t cover the salad bar, which is written on the voucher. He asks how he could be expected to read that when he doesn’t have his glasses?

>See a coworker doing a half-assed job closing as I’m getting ready to clock out at doors. I tell him if he half-asses it he won’t have to answer to one of our supervisors, he’d have to answer to the coworker who has been at the park longer than many of the workers have been alive. He laughs. The next day the elderly coworker demands to know who closed last night, I tell her about my conversation with the closer. She takes closing shift from me so she can “teach” him how to close. He never doubted my cleaning advice again.

The Academy of my Personal Tastes proudly announces, that the Writing Oscar in the category ‘Best Self-Deprecating Superhero Speech’ goes to:

Honestly? The comic writers couldn’t put it better.

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands
by Sineala

Sineala is one of the most talented writers you’ll be lucky to come across should you decide to delve into the stony lore. If you are looking for a refined, intelligent exploration of the romantic bond between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, that is both intellectually pleasing and capable of getting a hold of your heart, then the works by Sineala is your kind of fiction. Literate grammar and vocabulary usage make Sineala’s writing stand out not only for its emotional punchlines or technogenious poetry but also its eloquent and compact accessibility to a vast auditory, that encompasses a larger age spectrum, from native speakers to foreigners. Sineala’s novels are plotted with scrupulousness, special love for canonical instalments and authentic character development in set circumstances.

But there is another valuable feature to Sineala’s stony fics, that I’d like to direct a separate spotlight at.

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands was my first 10k+ fic by Sin. I re-read it today and realised, that I eschewed the small promise I made to myself long enough. I found no excuse to not to take an hour and express my fondness for this personal 616-breaker of mine.

See, SOTPIYH (oh, fancy, sounds like an egyptian goddess of gay smut) spots a slightly older date and is often overlooked by fresh stony fans, who arrive into this verse, equipped only with one vessel to sail on the cinematic side of the SteveXTony sea. That was the way I slid in too, April 2016, and I neither knew nor understood anything, that reached past the MCU horizon.

Until I gave ‘Slipping…’ a chance and, to my greatest surprise, found myself immediately comprehending the story despite the absence of even the slightest background knowledge of the comic verse. (Not to mention, that I enjoyed it greatly.) The references attached to this fic, coupled with a few more of Sineala’s works I read soon after, created a solid foundation, that made it possible for me to start off exploring the printed life of Marvel. After reading more than a dozen works, suddenly, from no knowledge at all I went to shaping a distinct impression of the timespan in the main continuity (Earth 616) and soon its interconnectivity with other verses. Through characters introduced by Sineala I slowly met other dwellers of the multiverse and understood the differences between them and their cinematic counterparts. The more I learned the more I enjoyed comic-based fics and this became another reason why I return to many of them nowadays - comic awareness dresses an already known and beloved story in a new, alluring frock.

A short sketch about the fic itself. For me ‘Slipping…’ is also the epitome of stony’s ‘secret identity’ (when characters don’t know of each others’ alternate superhero identities) trope and my absolute favourite in it, hands down. I’ll go further and confess, that I have yet to find a writer, who creates this duality+romance tension as masterfully as Sineala does. Despite it being an almost classic kink I never get tired of re-discovering it through this author. ’Slipping…’ described the acute pangs of the eternal conflict of odds, the fluttering anxiety and trepidation before the terrifying and misleading unknown, despairing confusion and concentrated shame clashing against insurmountable gravitation of desire and fate - all mixed, shaken and bottled together in one beautiful tale, that alters between Steve and Tony’s POVs so skilfully smoothly, that you won’t even notice the change of the verbal camera angle. Remove the cork and let this fountain sweep you off and take you on a delicious journey to a world where our iconic super-husbands overcome the most difficult obstacle on their way to a happy ending - themselves.

To conclude, there is a considerable list of writers, who made a large impact on my perception of stony or marvel in general and whose works are worth praising beyond the roof and then some but I won’t mention their names here and now, as I hope to create more extended recommendations for my favourite works in the nearest future. Perhaps, those will become a form of helpful notes for newcomers, put smiles on faces of fellow fans and definitely lend a great portion of love to precious writers, who gift us with their wonderful wordsmithing.

But this here is to you, SinSin. To your magnificent mind, your brave pen and the many masterpieces you’ve already written and are yet to write. Live long and prosper, Avenger.

Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (previously Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) includes these subtypes:

“1. Chronic and recurrent syndromes of mixed dissociative symptoms. This category includes identity disturbance associated with less than marked discontinuities in sense of self and agency, or alterations of identity or episodes of possession in an individual who reports no dissociative amnesia.

2. Identity disturbance due to prolonged and intense coercive persuasion: Individuals who have been subjected to intense coercive persuasion (e.g., brainwashing, thought reform, indoctrination while captive, torture, long-term political imprisonment, recruitment by sects/cults or by terror organizations) may present with prolonged changes in, or conscious questions of, their identity.

3. Acute dissociative reactions to stressful events: This category is for acute, transient conditions that typically last less than 1 month, and sometimes only a few hours or days. These conditions are characterized by constriction of consciousness; depersonalization; derealization; perceptual disturbances (e.g., time slowing, macropsia); micro-amnesias; transient stupor; and/or alterations in sensory-motor functioning (e.g., analgesia, paralysis).

4. Dissociative trance: This condition is characterized by an acute narrowing or complete loss of awareness of immediate surroundings that manifest as profound unresponsiveness or insensitivity to environmental stimuli. May be accompanied by minor stereotyped behaviors of which the individual is unaware and/or that he or she cannot control, as well as transient paralysis or loss of consciousness. The dissociative trance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted collective cultural or religious practice. ” (from

OSDD-1 also has 2 categories: “OSDD example 1 is either identity disturbance with less distinct parts than in Dissociative Identity Disorder (they cannot physically take executive control over the person’s body, but strongly influence the person’s thoughts and actions and amnesia is present), known as OSDD-1a, or distinct dissociative parts (alters or alternate identities) exist and can take executive control, but without amnesia, known as OSDD-1b. (From
note: I slightly changed the OSDD-1 text, from DDNOS-1 to OSDD-1. DDNOS is the old name for OSDD)

Nametags by Beginte

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 7,924

Summary:  In which Cas the writer fills in for Charlie who works at a coffee shop, and he wears her coffee-shop-logo t-shirt… with her nametag. Enter Dean, a smoking hot fireman searching for a perfect coffee. Dean instantly is attracted to the handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed Charlie and cannot forgive himself for failing to get his number. When he comes back the next day, however, Charlie somehow is a redhead girl, and no one seems to know anything about the blue-eyed wet dream…