Hey! It’s late, but as promised, here is the next part of chapter 5. Mistakes are mine, and I’m sure there are plenty. Sorry for those! Hopefully this isn’t lame. Also, I keep forgetting to tag @katnissdoesnotfollowback because this is her ongoing bday story, and the reason it even exists. She loves me anyway, though. ;) 5.1 is here and the rest of the story is on AO3. Thanks to my girls @xerxia31 and @burkygirl for looking over every little change I make. You two are rock stars.
Quick disclaimer - I’m not sure when I’ll be able to update this again. I need to work on my ms2sl story so I don’t get caught trying to write 20k words at the last minute. I’ll post a sneak peek of that soon!
I stand in the bathroom stall, hugging myself. Trying to convince myself that it’s no big deal. The problem is that I’m a big, fat liar because there’s no way in hell any of this is not a big deal. A quick recap confirms my current worst fear; a guy I might actually be interested in - for the first time in my life, mind you - who also seems to be interested in me, just read a masturbation scene written by yours truly. A scene which he obviously knows is actually a reality for me, given that the rest of the chapter after the date was verbatim what happened with us. I was testing it out. Seeing how it looked on paper. And it was damn good, too. I just can’t stomach giving someone else a gigantic picture window into my very soul.
Why didn’t I just delete the damn thing when I was thinking about it this morning?
Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer!
Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.
Where are you?
I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She
was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about
Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted
to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years,
and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him,
shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow
gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every
My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long
chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian
intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian
danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had
knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his
injuries, claimed he was still healing.
Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same
Your missing out on
Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I
continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also
a little bit sad.
He deserves it, he
replied, amusingly. I miss you.
i hate the term POC, a primer by me, una chapina irritada
anyway, I hate the fucking term “POC” for many reasons, here they are:
1. still frames white people as the center; it makes them the standard from which everyone else is somehow deviating
2. projects an american framework onto the rest of the world. by referring to someone from the Ukraine (to pick a place at random) as a “white person”, you’re basically saying that the thing you find most important about them is how they might be treated if they lived somewhere else.
different countries have different ways of looking at race, and the “POC”/ “white person” dichotomy is in no way universally useful or even relevant.
3. is so broad as to be completely useless in describing the experiences of actual people. there is no commonality between the five billion people who fall under this umbrella that doesn’t also include white people. it’s a gross erasure of the diversity of human experience to pretend that my downstairs neighbor Miss. Jerry, Scipio Africanus, and Alexander Dumas are somehow more similar to each other than they are to “white people” of their period
someone is sure to say, “oh, but they’re all affected by racism”, but a. racism affects people in wildly different ways and b. racism in different countries can be structured such that non-white people are still at the top of their power structure.
4. creates the illusion of some kind of solidarity between the 5 billionmembers of that group, many of whom are engaged in actively oppressing, murdering, stealing from, and fighting against other “POC”. there’s no such thing as pretending otherwise ignores all the victims of repressive regimes staffed and headed by “POC”
Okay: so then what should you say?
The answer is simple: be more specific. In fact, be as specific as possible. Naming the actual group who you’re referring to isn’t catchy for stupid slogans like “support all POC”, but it’s more useful for actual discussion of actionable steps to improve people’s lives. Poor black people and poor hispanic people are impacted by racism in different ways, and that’s before we get into smaller subdivisions like mexicans vs. guatemalans vs. cubans. (A small distinction, but important!)
If we’re actually going to do something about racism, a good first step is to stop lumping all non-white people into the same group.
consequences that would’ve been better than “here is three weeks of safety and someone else has to volunteer to go on the block”:
Paul doesn’t get to vote to evict. He will enter the diary room but will not cast a vote to evict. The houseguest will know whoever got the temptation doesn’t get a vote to explain the missing number.
Or, Paul doesn’t get to compete to win HoH. He has to throw the comp and his chip/houseguest choice isn’t in the draw for veto players. If Paul doesn’t throw the HOH comp then his safety is nullified and the houseguest he randomly selected (Ramses) gets his safety.
Or, Paul has to be a have-not for all three weeks and doesn’t get to come off it at midnight since it’s three consecutive weeks.
I had a 9 hour plane journey with nothing to do so I wrote a stupidly long fluffy fic as part of a new series.
Summary: This is based on Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on tinder. Old Man Miranda explores Tinder while logged into his friend’s account and has an awkward conversation with Reader. Awkwardness and some fluff ensues. It’’s about time I wrote something that wasn’t totally angsty for a change.
Warnings: Nothing but fluff, but I definitely swear more than I think I do.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Thomas/Reader Words: 4,429 AN: Another collab from me and Chloe! If you like it and you want to see more let us know, we have an idea for a potential sequel. (Also this was my first Thomas fic like what was I waiting for?!)
“A-Two! Step Away from B-Fourteen! Perimeters A-Two.” A voice shouted loudly over the intercom, all eyes snapping up to us, smirks on a few of their faces and some giving a judging glare. My head dropped with a sigh and I stepped away, hands raised in the air and I looked up at the camera with a pointed look.
“Yeah, Tommy, perimeters from the girlies.” A British voice teased and I rolled my eyes.
Twenty-two million black victims of Americanism are waking up and they’re gaining a new political consciousness, becoming politically mature. And as they become – develop this political maturity, they’re able to see the recent trends in these political elections. They see that the whites are so evenly divided that every time they vote the race is so close they have to go back and count the votes all over again. And that…which means that any block, any minority that has a block of votes that stick together is in a strategic position. Either way you go, that’s who gets it. You’re – You’re in a position to determine who will go to the White House and who will stay in the dog house. You’re the one who has that power. You can keep Johnson in Washington D.C., or you can send him back to his Texas cotton patch. You’re the one who sent Kennedy to Washington. You’re the one who put the present Democratic Administration in Washington D.C. The whites were evenly divided. It was the fact that you threw 80 percent of your votes behind the Democrats that put the Democrats in the White House.
When you see this, you can see that the Negro vote is the key factor. And despite the fact that you are in a position to – to be the determining factor, what do you get out of it? The Democrats have been in Washington D.C. only because of the Negro vote. They’ve been down there four years, and they’re – all other legislation they wanted to bring up they brought it up and gotten it out of the way, and now they bring up you. And now, they bring up you. You put them first, and they put you last, ‘cause you’re a chump, a political chump.
In Washington D.C., in the House of Representatives, there are 257 who are Democrats; only 177 are Republican. In the Senate there are 67 Democrats; only 33 are Republicans. The Party that you backed controls two-thirds of the House of Representatives and the Senate, and still they can’t keep their promise to you, 'cause you’re a chump. Anytime you throw your weight behind a political party that controls two-thirds of the government, and that Party can’t keep the promise that it made to you during election time, and you’re dumb enough to walk around continuing to identify yourself with that Party, you’re not only a chump, but you’re a traitor to your race.
And what kind of alibi do they come up with? They try and pass the buck to the Dixiecrats. Now back during the days when you were blind, deaf, and dumb, ignorant, politically immature, naturally you went along with that. But today as your eyes come open, and you develop political maturity, you’re able to see and think for yourself, and you can see that a Dixiecrat is nothing but a Democrat in disguise.
You look at the structure of the government that controls this country; it’s controlled by 16 senatorial committees and 20 congressional committees. Of the 16 senatorial committees that run the government, 10 of them are in the hands of Southern segregationists. Of the 20 congressional committees that run the government, 12 of them in the – are in the hands of Southern segregationists. And they’re going to tell you and me that the South lost the war.
It is amazing that Malcolm X could see things 50 years ago that many STILL can’t see today.