In the interests of not spending the next four years fact-checking my own side, I would like very much if we could all exercise good judgment on what we reblog.
I’m pissed off about the trend of twitter screenshots posing as “news” with no source. I’m also pissed off about people posting their own unsourced, inaccurate summaries of something they heard somewhere. This makes us look no better than Trump supporters sharing lies on Facebook, and it often causes unnecessary fear. Here’s a guide on what I want people to do instead.
Easy Mode: If there’s no source, don’t reblog it. This requires no effort on your part, but it’s still helpful. Don’t disseminate information that could be inaccurate.
Regular Mode: Add a source. Google some key words. If it’s legitimate, you should find news stories about it. Reblog and add some source links. While I’m not a huge fan of how the mainstream media has been handling things lately, for this purpose I recommend sticking to established print media, because they have better fact-checking than Internet-only outlets and they’ve been firmer in their opposition than TV news.
If it’s not legitimate, reblog anyway and add sources refuting it. You don’t have to write up a whole explanation if you don’t want. Linking to a source with the note “This shit didn’t happen” will suffice.
Hard Mode: Question the source. If there is a source link, check it. If it’s from some outlet you never heard, of or one that you don’t feel is reputable (like, say, The Daily Mail), go see if they have sources to back themselves up. They may not. Google key words again. See if anyone else is reporting on their claims. If not, wait a bit. It’s possible they have an exclusive scoop. It’s also possible they’re fearmongering based on misunderstood or inadequate information, or they’re just flat making shit up. Don’t discount the possibility of fake “progressive” outlets run by the opposition to discredit us. And remember, The Onion is not the only parody news site out there – not by a long shot.
Again, though, if you do nothing else, stop reblogging unsourced stories. It’s already going to be a long, bad four years. We don’t need to make it worse.
The Tories are planning to carry out a snap election to determine leadership for the next four years. It has been almost 40 years since we last had one and they are often called by the ruling party in a time that they believe is best for them in order to galvanize their position in government.
This is based on their own interpretation of public opinions and chances of victory. In other words, they are very confident of 4 more years of Tory oppression.
But we CAN prove them wrong!
Please, make sure to spread the word, make sure people are registered to vote and keep up to date with policies and mandates that will be put forward. Its only day one and already things are firing up, so lets keep that momentum and bring about some goddamn change for the better here.
(note: I’m not gonna talk about Trump mocking Serge Kovaleski primarily b/c Kovaleski does not ID as disabled and does not want to be used as a political talking point. Which is fair. yes, it was awful. no, you don’t get brownie points for agreeing with me that it was awful. Disabled people have evolved to have thick skin, and a politician mocking us is not new or unsurprising. this list will deal with policy and specific issues facing the broader disability, autistic, d/Deaf//HoH, and neurodivergent communities.)
(other note: I generally use adjective-first language but I probably also used person-first language in here somewhere. I personally prefer to use the former for myself but I respect that other people in this community use different language.)
-the federal site for IDEA has been taken down
-all mentions of disability rights have been deleted from the website
-betsy devos had no idea what the Individuals With Disabilities Education Act was when asked and stated that standards for accommodations in education should be left up to the state (this is a TERRIBLE idea)
-if Obamacare is repealed, we have the most to lose. Most of us will not be able to afford medical expertise or treatment to maintain a basic quality of life. Some of us will die.
-he called one of his books Crippled America. Unironically. Ugh.
-the january 2017 unemployment rate for nondisabled civilians was 4.9. For disabled civilians, it was 11.0. These numbers do not reflect the number of disabled individuals who work inadequate part time jobs, who are institutionalized, or have given up looking for work.
-the US still has not signed the UN documents about the rights of People with Disabilities.
-Justices like Justice Kennedy have historically been swing votes on cases involving disabilities. Justices like Scalia have not. Potential Supreme Court Justice Gorsuch has a very ugly disability rights record, which includes defending a college that fired a professor undergoing chemo when she requested to give her lectures over skype (there was a flu going around on campus and being there would put the staff member in danger due to her suppressed immune system)
-By the time he was elected, Donald Trump had already dealt with at least eight lawsuits concerning lack of basic accessibility (ramps, braille) on his properties
-the Supreme Court case legalizing the sterilization of potentially disabled people without their consent (Buck v. Bell) has never been overturned and has been cited as a legal precedence in a lower court as recently as 2001.
-the Judge Rotenburg Center is still using painful electric shocks on disabled students as punishment, despite the FDA advising them to stop more than two years ago.
-similarly, many disabled people are not paid federal minimum wage b/c section 14c of the “Fair Labor Standards Act” is still on the books and so hundreds of thousands of disabled peoples’ wages are “proportional” to their productivity (compared to an abled worker). Goodwill is one of the most famous companies that exploits this loophole.
-the already gutted SSDI program is even more at risk-Trump has spoken about emulating the British reforms for their disability program. Off the top of my head, I can think of nine or ten different people who died as a result of the recent “fit to work” assessments and bedroom requirements in the UK.
-disabled people depend on the Department of Justice’s civil rights division to enforce the ADA and protect us from blatant discrimination. Trump has already proven that he does not care about the funding or effectiveness of the department, and is willing to destabilize it to forward his political goals.
-Donald Trump is anti-vax and is complacent to that movement’s violent and intolerable rhetoric surrounding autistic and other neurodivergent individuals
-Sessions called disabled children protected by federal laws (like IDEA) “the single most irritating problem for teachers throughout America today”. In this same statement, he stated that he did not “remember hearing of gun shootings prior to 1975 when Congress began telling ten percent of our students [they] are not responsible” (the IDEA was passed in 1975, improving the way disabled children were treated at public schools)
-the new administration’s refusal to address fatal police brutality is also an issue of disability rights, given that around half of victims shot by police officers are disabled or neurodivergent. (like eric garner, who had asthma)
In case this list didn’t clue you in: the disabled community is scared. We don’t know what to expect from the next four years, we still haven’t come close to equality, and we are usually left to fight our battles alone. That’s why I’m asking whoever reads this to stand with the disability community against ableism and against policies that will kill us. People have done a great job in the past few weeks of expressing solidarity with muslims, immigrants, refugees, latinx people, LGBT people, and black people. And, honestly, that’s great. Thank you and please keep doing it. But also be aware that disabled people are one of the most vulnerable demographics right now, and be aware that we’re also one of the most ignored. We are made invisible by the media and by society too easily. Please, you have to see us and you have to stand with us.
Looking back on history, it’s impossible not to notice that people with disabilities don’t fare well in authoritarian regimes. Please help us make this time different.
The point of these #unpresidented comics are about me processing everything I felt and went through between November 9th and January 20th, but I feel this one is going to apply for the next four years (maybe less if we’re lucky…). I still haven’t figured out to handle this horrible roller coaster of emotions. Who knows if I ever will?
Here’s Trump’s Actual Answer To A Question About Anti-Semitism In The US
Mr. President, since your election campaign and even after your victory, we’ve seen a sharp rise in anti-Semitic incidents across the United States. And I wonder what you say to those among the Jewish community in the States and in Israel and maybe around the world, who believe and feel that your administration is playing with xenophobia and maybe racist tones?
Well, I just want to say that we are, you know, very honored by the victory that we had. 306 electoral college votes. We were not supposed to crack 220. You know that, right? There was no way to 221 but then they said there’s no way to 270. And there’s tremendous enthusiasm out there. I will say that we are going to have peace in this country. We are going to stop crime in this country. We are going to do everything within our power to stop long simmering racism and every other thing that’s going on. Because a lot of bad things have been taking place over a long period of time. I think one of the reasons I won the election is because we have a very, very divided nation. Very divided and hopefully, I’ll be able to do something about that. And I — you know, something that was very important to me.
As far as people, Jewish people — so many friends, a daughter who happens to be here right now. A son-in-law, and three beautiful grandchildren. I think that you’re going to see a lot of different United States of America over the next three, four, or eight years. I think a lot of good things are happening and you’re going to see a lot of love. You’re going to see a lot of love. Okay? Thank you.
Summary:You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut
a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.
He came to you like a breath of fresh
air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the
type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful
colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was
the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and
satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness
on your part.
Tomorrow, September 24th, we’re voting in Germany and the right-winged AFD is probably getting way too many votes so here is your reminder @ my fellow germans to go and vote. If you don’t, you’re giving your vote to parties like them who are openly racist, homophopic, antisemitic and who whine about Germany not being proud of WW2 (???). Also, if you waste your voice by not voting don’t complain during the next four years.
(( So after months and months of prep, I’m very proud to say I got into my dream college, Ringling! Thank you all so much for sticking by me, and I hope the next four years are as great as the last three!))
Andrew thinks he doesn't like kids. Andrew's wrong.
Andrew doesn’t like children on principle. They’re noisy, excitable, annoying, and regularly deplete the chocolate ice cream supply in his local shop before he can get to it.
So why he is now driving hundreds of miles solely to visit a pair of four-year-olds is anyone’s guess. Although, he has to admit, the blue-eyed man to his right might have something to do with it.
For some reason, Neil adores Dan and Matt’s kids. He met them as babies - crying, sniveling, wrinkly things - and yet was not put off. Andrew can’t understand it. They’re twins, for God’s sake. Double the attention-seeking nuisance. He gets enough of that from the cats. He ended up having pictures of them shoved in his face for the next four years as Neil excitably told him about Willow’s first steps, Clara’s first word, their first baby teeth …
Then Dan and Matt had moved to just a state over, and Matt had started urging Neil to visit.
“No,” Andrew had said firmly, when Neil mentioned it. He should have known something was up when Neil let him put extra syrup on his pancakes that morning. Their coach had been trying to put Andrew on a reduced-sugar diet and, annoyingly, Neil was on the balding man’s side. “We are not driving five hundred miles to visit a couple of kids. If Matt wants you to see them so badly, he can bring them to one of Allison’s stupid Fox reunions.”
Neil had just looked at him for a minute, expression open and eyes so, so blue. “Clara gets nervous around new people. Matt doesn’t think she could handle meeting everyone at once.”
Andrew felt his resolve cracking, but kept his expression stony. Not that it did much good; Neil seems to be able to read him no matter what walls he puts up.
“He also tells me there’s an ice cream parlour near their house which gives you unlimited toppings for two dollars.”
Andrew frowned, and Neil knew he’d won. It was written all over his smug face.
“Is that a yes?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“I hate you. Yes.”
“I’ll tell Matt we’ll see them next month.”
And so, on the first weekend of the off-season, they stock up the cats’ food and water dispensers that Neil had bought for when they were at away-games, pile into the car, and set off on their trip to visit the Boyd-Wilds household.
“No cigarettes near the kids,” says Neil sternly, tucking the carton away securely in the glove compartment. Andrew scowls but doesn’t protest, and when they next pull up at a gas station he buys four packets of boiled sweets in defiance and sucks on them obnoxiously for the remainder of the journey. Neil glares at him every time the packet rustles, and eventually snags Andrew’s free hand in his own to keep it occupied. Andrew links their fingers together and says nothing, opting to grab a new sweet with his other hand whenever they stop at a red light.
They arrive in the early afternoon, pulling up outside a uniform-looking white house in a row of many others. It’s a quiet neighbourhood, and their car had drawn attention from more than one passer-by on their way here. Andrew swipes the keys from Neil, who had been driving the last leg, and makes sure the car is locked before turning to walk through the gate Neil holds open.
The door is open before they can even think about ringing the bell and a tall figure emerges, carrying a much smaller one in his arms.
“Neil!” exclaims Matt. “And my favourite Minyard. Come on in.”
Andrew narrows his eyes but follows Neil and Matt inside without complaint. Matt sets twin number one down and immediately clasps Neil in a fierce hug, releasing him a second later with a wary glance at Andrew.
Neil rolls his eyes. “Good to see you too, Matt.”
“Looking good, Neil,” calls Dan, emerging slowly with twin number two clutching onto her leg - Clara, Andrew presumes. “What’s all this I hear about you two being signed to the US Court?”
“Nothing, yet,” replies Neil slyly, hopping out of the way as Willow barrels past him. “You shouldn’t put so much stock in what the media says.”
“Right,” says Matt, grabbing his unruly daughter and hoisting her into his arms again. “Like your supposed rivalry for the first few years of your career. Or how you supposedly got married in the Bahamas last year - wait, you didn’t, did you?”
Neil shakes his head with a grin. “Hello,” he says to Willow, who is now taller than him from where she sits in Matt’s arms.
“Hi!” she shouts, wriggling in Matt’s grip until he puts her down. She then proceeds to skip in circles around Neil, who stares at her in bewilderment. Andrew feels a strange sense of smugness.
They haven’t eaten since breakfast, not counting the sweets on Andrew’s part, so Dan makes them each a sandwich as the kids retreat to the garden to play with Matt. From what Andrew can see through the large French windows, they appear to be playing catch with a tennis ball. He shakes his head. There is no escaping the sports junkies. As if to prove this point, Neil goes out to join them at the first opportunity.
Andrew retreats to the living room, taking a seat on one of the large leather couches as he receives a text from Nicky, who has apparently been kept well-informed about their trip by Neil and is now eager to find out if Andrew’s opinion of children has been miraculously changed by what he calls ‘Dan and Matt’s angels’. Andrew is just about to type out a resounding ‘no’ when Clara appears at the door to the room, staring silently at Andrew for a minute before crossing to sit on the sofa with him.
He tilts his head to look at her for a minute, but when she doesn’t make any attempt at conversation he turns back to his phone.
‘Don’t know’, he sends back, just before everyone else piles into the room, loud and excitable. Neil glances at Andrew and Clara on the sofa, curiosity clear on his face, but when they make no move to interact with each other he turns his attention back to Matt and Willow, who appear to be reenacting one of Neil’s impossible goals from the previous season. Andrew hates that Neil doesn’t seem concerned that Andrew is in such close proximity to a small, defenceless, unpredictable child, hates that Neil has so much faith in him when he’s sure Dan and Matt still see him as a monster, and h a t e s the gentle smile that spreads across Neil’s face as he watches Matt and Willow play.
Clara lets out a small laugh when her sister mimes being checked rather dramatically into the wall of the court, but when Andrew turns his gaze to her she looks down again, hugging her knees to her chest in an obvious attempt to make herself smaller. Andrew knows the move well. His hands shake slightly as he’s tugged back into his past as a foster child, and he pulls out a sweet to unwrap to keep himself distracted. He wonders absently if there’s a child out there who’s like him - who’s crying out for help from people who will never understand them. He shakes the thought from his head. He may understand, but he’s in no position to help.
Then he looks at Neil, who rescued two stray cats and coaxed them back to health, who’s now managed to calm Willow down enough to crouch down and talk to her animatedly about something, grins covering both their faces, and he can’t stop the shiver that runs through him. He thinks, what if -
He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the realisation that Clara is looking at him - or, more accurately, she’s looking at the sweet wrapper he’s worrying between his fingers. He blinks, watching her for a moment before pulling out another sweet. He glances across the room, but no one’s looking at them, so he surreptitiously slides the sweet across the surface of the sofa and pulls his hand back, staring forwards the entire time. Clara snatches the sweet up and unwraps it, popping it in her mouth. The next time their eyes meet, she smiles.
By the time Neil’s ready to leave, Clara has visibly relaxed, a smile stuck on her face as her sister teases her and she responds by sticking out a tongue stained yellow from the lemon sherbets. When they’ve all said goodbye, she steps towards Andrew with her arms held out questioningly. He stiffens for a second, then crouches down, allowing her to wrap her arms around him briefly. He almost - almost - mirrors her smile when he sees the shocked looks on Dan and Matt’s faces, but it’s their very presence that prevents it. He instead turns his attention to squashing the warmth blossoming in his chest, but fails miserably when he sees the grin that lights up Neil’s face.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says once they’re back in the car, but his words hold no heat.
Neil just smiles wider. “So, ice cream?”
“Ice cream,” Andrew agrees, reaching for his cigarettes where they lie in the glove compartment. At the last second though, his hand stills, and he reaches for another sweet instead.
After all, there will be no smoking around the kids.
The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team
(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)
It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.
“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.
“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.
“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass.
“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.
“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.
“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.
“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.
There has been a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election.
Today I saw a post that upset me. It was basically stating that half the fandom is incorrect to see the Decepticons as the ‘real’ good guys, and reiterated all the reasons that they’re terrible and the Autobots are, were, and always will be the only good guys.
I may have growled ‘fuck you’ at the computer, almost reblogged with an angry comment…and then looked at myself with horror, because I make it my policy not to be negative at someone I’ve never met, or their thoughts, on such slim basis. Compassion is more important than anything else; we are all hurting, and it is so easy to do further damage that, especially on a platform such as tumblr, it does well to watch one’s words very, very carefully. Fictional characters are not worth doing real, tangible harm over.
So why the hell was I so upset that I almost broke my own rules?
I have worn a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election. Earrings. My windbreaker. A t-shirt. But mostly the earrings, since they’re subtle and pass mostly unremarked. I’m even contemplating a tattoo, more seriously than ever before.
I’m in agony. I’m a policy student; I specialize in public health policy. A few weeks ago, my mentor quite literally told me to hold off on entering the workforce for the next four years; he feels that me starting a career under the Trump Administration would be a very bad idea. At the same time, I’m significantly changing the course of my immediate future in light of the election; I’m applying to Teach For America, which has an LGBT initiative to recruit LGBT teachers. It’s intended to make up grade and graduation (and survival) differences between LGBT and straight students. I’m going to actively pursue being placed in a red state, where I can do the most good.
It’s not like I don’t understand this is dangerous. There is a large part of me that wants to flee the country (New Zealand being the favorite refuge, right now). But my family didn’t leave China during the Cultural Revolution, though it killed my great-grandparents and led to the torture and humiliation of many of my other family members. My grandmother had to be almost forcefully sent to the US because the rest of the family knew damn well her opinionated nature and total disregard for her own safety would get her dead. But it wasn’t the first time the family had weathered horrors. I know too well that it won’t be the last. And if my great-grandparents could stay in China then, then no incompetent orange baboon’s arse will chase me from the United States.
I’m bi. I’m multiracial. I’m a woman. I’m an intellectual. This is not a good combination in Trump’s America. But I’m not afraid.
Because I think about Megatron every time I start browsing the New Zealand visa site. Megatron, and my family.
We’ve been weaponizing words for generations. Two thousand years, in fact. Megatron, the young miner working in the dark for a better world, shaping words to change sparks, speaks to me on a deep level. This is what we have done for those two thousand years. And like Megatron, we have paid a price. Very often in blood. We’ve never been good at shutting up.
Megatron is both a power fantasy and a cautionary tale for me right now, and right now, what I really need is the power fantasy. I feel incredibly helpless; I am not the only one. Megatron, someone who starts out so utterly helpless, gives me hope that I, too, may yet be powerful one day. That I may be capable of righting the injustices that cause me such pain now.
I do not mean to excuse his atrocities. I am repulsed by them perhaps more than many others, because I understand how easy it might be to slip over the edge to committing them. (Anyone who tells you it is easy not to slip over that edge is a person to be very frightened of; they obviously do not see themselves as capable of horror, and those people are the ones most likely to commit horrors–they do not examine themselves or their motivations, they believe they are utterly in the right, and that is the most dangerous of persons).
In the wake of this election, we all feel helpless. We are suddenly enemies in our own countries. Our neighbors turn on us for our compassion, for our liberal sentiments and our belief that all people are created equal. Does We the People still cover us? We’re not sure. There are so many who would say no. There are so many who believe we’re seeing the rise of another Hitler.
Megatron rebelled against an authoritarian government. The lowest of the low, he shattered the monstrous system that treated him and his fellows as disposable objects. We are facing a future in which we are disposable objects. Is it any wonder we find hope in him? Is it any wonder that, seeing Trump get another pass for a lie, or use a tweet to cover up his nefarious dealings, you are being deceived gains new, immediate meaning? How about rise up?
It’s not Optimus who gives us hope, Optimus who was a cop in IDW, Optimus, the well-meaning supporter of the status quo (that very same status quo that has so failed us!).
It’s Megatron, who may have fallen from grace, but who understands. Who was the miner who toppled an empire.
You may interpret canon as you wish. I would never want to step on someone’s toes for that. But for all you folks wondering why the hell fandom has suddenly decided the Decepticons are more appealing…
…it’s very simple. We’ve just realized we’re in their position.
Evan is Larry and Cynthia Murphy’s only child and they expect a lot from him.
He’s terrified of disappointing Larry, who expects him to get the best grades, the best test scores, the best rec letters, and Cynthia, who expects him to be someone she can show off and boast about at Larry’s office parties and at the yoga studio. Evan never talks to them about how he’s too scared to talk to people, how he sits alone at lunch, how he feels like nobody would even notice if he disappeared. He doesn’t tell them about how his only friend–Alana, who lives in his neighborhood and who is speeding towards a bright, amazing future without him–is too busy with extracurriculars to spend time with him anymore. He doesn’t tell them how he really broke his arm, and they don’t ask.
Despite being anxious and withdrawn, Cynthia and Larry never take him to a therapist, despite his guidance counselor telling them that he would benefit from something like that. Larry doesn’t think his son needs to go to a therapist to talk about his feelings and Cynthia doesn’t think having a child in therapy would look very good.
When Evan gets his license–which Larry guilts him into doing, because “you can’t expect me and your mother to drive you around whenever you need, Evan, we have other things we need to do”–he starts going out to the national park he remembers his parents taking him to when he was little. He likes to climb up in the trees and appreciate how beautiful everything looks from up there. That’s where he breaks his arm the summer before senior year.
Evan started memorizing tree facts in middle school because, whenever he starts to feel nervous, reciting tree facts to himself helps him calm down a little bit. That works until halfway through high school when it suddenly seems like nothing can alleviate his anxiety, not even for a second.
Connor and Zoe are Heidi’s kids, and Heidi’s the Best Mom.
The moment Connor started acting out in elementary school–read: the moment Connor threw a printer at his teacher–Heidi took him to a psychologist so he could get help, and she’s been supportive every step of the way. She doesn’t coddle him too much and she trusts him to be careful with his medication and to do his therapy homework. When she finds out he’s been smoking pot, she doesn’t fly off the handle and ground him or get angry at all, really. She just tells him to not make a habit of it and to make good decisions.
Heidi doesn’t focus all her attention on Connor, though–she cares a lot about Zoe too, and she takes off of work to go to her jazz band concerts and gives Zoe pamphlets for colleges with good music programs so she can start thinking of where she’d like to go. When Zoe was little, Heidi took a few days off over one summer and painted the ceiling of Zoe’s room to look like the night sky. It’s really just black with a bunch of tiny dots, but Zoe loved it.
Connor and Zoe fight. A lot. Heidi steps in when things get nasty and sends Connor to his room to cool off. He’ll usually come back out to find Zoe watching Grey’s Anatomy or Scandal on the couch in the living room a few hours later. Connor apologizes and Zoe reminds him that just because he’s depressed doesn’t mean he gets to be an asshole and Connor promises to do better.
At school, Connor spends most of his time with Zoe or Jared, their family friend who likes to be an asshole just because. Jared may be an insensitive douche 99% of the time, but Connor likes his dumb commentary when they play mind-numbing video games after school, so he doesn’t mind having him around. Much.
One day, some asshole in the hall is giving Connor shit about his hair and lo and behold there’s Evan, laughing at him. If there’s one person at this school who’s a bigger loser than Connor, it’s Evan. He has no friends–the only person Connor’s ever seen him talk to is Alana, and Connor’s pretty sure Alana just talks to everyone because that’s what high-strung overachievers who spend their summer break boosting their resume do. They talk to the losers, throw them a bone once in a while. Connor gets pissed and, because he’s a dumbass who does dumb shit, he pushes Evan and immediately feels guilty because fuck the kid’s got a broken arm and here Connor is, pushing him on his first day of his senior year, and that’s just a real dick move.
Connor tells Zoe about pushing Evan and she tells him that he needs to go apologize, so he tracks him down at the end of the school day in the library, because of fucking course Evan goes to the library after school. From what Connor’s heard Alana say in Chemistry, Evan’s a shoo in for being salutatorian, so he probably spends all of his time studying. Connor accosts Evan as he’s getting ready to leave, probably heading to track practice. Connor’s seen Evan run a few times and, to be completely honest, Evan’s awful at it; he’s probably doing it for his parents’ sake or because he thinks doing some kind of sport will look good on college applications.
Connor apologizes and Evan acts all flustered, saying that it’s fine, that it was his fault. Connor signs his cast–signs his name in big ass shaky letters because then it won’t be so obvious that this kid has no friends. He won’t lie; he feels bad for Evan. Evan’s awkward and anxious as fuck and he reminds Connor of himself a little bit.
After that, Connor starts saying hi to Evan in the hallway and tracking him down at lunch so they can sit together. He introduces Evan to Zoe–which is awkward as hell because Evan is horrible at hiding that he has a massive hard on for Connor’s sister and he stumbles through an introduction that is, quite frankly, painful to watch. He introduces Evan to Jared and Jared immediately starts being an asshole to him, because that’s the Jared Kleinman Way, but Connor tells him to fuck off sometimes because Evan is sensitive and seems to have trouble telling when something’s a joke not an insult and the whole point of introducing Evan to people was to help Evan make more friends, not to make Evan more miserable.
When Connor invites Evan over to his house the first time, he introduces Evan to Heidi and Heidi absolutely loves him. She treats him like he’s her own kid and, over the next few months, Heidi becomes a kind of second mom to Evan. She even talks to his parents about letting him go to therapy and, after a few tense conversations, Larry and Cynthia agree to take him to see someone.
Eventually, Evan admits how he broke his arm to Connor. He tells him about how hopeless he felt, how he figured nobody would even notice if he disappeared. He also tells him about how grateful he is to Connor. Evan has friends now–he has Connor and Zoe and Jared and Alana. He’s getting the help he’s desperately needed for years because of Connor and Heidi. Evan gets all teary eyed and Connor pats his shoulder and tells him its no big deal. Connor tells him that Evan is the best friend he’s ever had.
Evan tells Alana and Zoe and Jared about what happened after his conversation with Connor, and they’re amazing. They don’t get upset and they don’t make it about themselves. Alana suggests they start a group–an organization to help kids who feel the way Evan did, the way they all have at one time or another.
Connor and Evan are co-presidents, Alana is vice president, Zoe is treasurer, and Jared is… well Jared is there, and that’s what counts.
Connor gets a scholarship to the state university and Evan gets admitted to a few different schools but settles on going to the state university with Connor. They request each other as roommates and spend the next four years screwing around, being dumb young adults, and it’s better than anything Evan could have imagined for himself.
“Trump was the least qualified candidate ever nominated by a major party for the presidency. He will become the worst president in American history, and a dangerously unstable player on the world stage. And the decimated Democrats, a minority in both House and Senate, do not have the power to hinder him. Over the next four years, our problems are going to get much, much worse. Winter is coming. I told you so.” .. (R.R.Martin)