PAY 👏🏽 UP 👏🏽 KYLIE 👏🏽 FUCKING 👏🏽 JENNER
kylie jenner has REFUSED to pay her bangladeshi employees/factory workers. my people are not getting paid, and whenever someone tries to spread this her team deletes the info.
boycott her fucking shit.
Just once I want some animal or inanimate thing to have these special abilities like making water reflect like images that appear to be prophecies but the ability ISNT to like tell the future, it’s just to produce holograms out of nothing? So the “prophecies” are like.... exclusively bullshit?
And whatever has the power can’t communicate so you’re just seeing into the brain of a rat who’s watched WWII movies while scavenging for an old man’s Ritz crackers and the old guys like “wow. End of times ig.”
“Hey!! You didn’t wish me happy daddys day.”
“No.”
“Why not, Sifu Hotman?” Aang’s face was split in a grin as was his normal. Their dream for a peaceful world was building. He leaned against the Firelord looking out into the private garden of the Firelord where Katara held their new infant with a smile showing the baby boy to Mia. The lady of the fire nation showed next to no emotion as was her custom but her dark eyes flashed up to Zuko who flinched.
“I just...it’s not important. Happy father’s day, Avatar Aang.” Zuko looked away, not meeting his wife’s gaze. She knows. He then glanced at Aang out of the corner of his eye. Wondering if the Avatar, Mr. Optimist, Always-Sees-The-Positive Aang, knew. If he knew that Zuko and Katara had found comfort with each other.
“I’m just going to miss her so much.” Katara was leaning into Zuko’s embrace. She and Aang had barely been married for a month. He was still needed at the new building city they were building. A place where all four nations could live and interact in harmony. The way it should be. How it was before the war, No Zuko thought firmly. Better than before. He tightened his grip around the master waterbender. Zuko had returned to the southern water tribe to help with some war restorations, when Gran Gran had fallen ill. He hadn’t felt right leaving his friend alone while her new husband was away. Logically he had known that she had Sokka and Suki, but they were mourning the loss too. So he had written home to tell Mia that he would be returning later than expected knowing that his nation would be in good hands with his uncle and fiance watching over it. So he was there when the water tribe elder passed. And he was here now as the water bending master sobbed against his chest. He rocked her softly, reminding himself that she was a friend. He was comforting a friend. That was all. She was married. He was engaged. His army had wiped out her tribe. Killed her mother. She had hated him. They had become reluctant friends, and any kind of spark they may have had had not mattered then and sure didn’t matter now. Yet softly tipping her chin back and pressing his lips to hers had felt more right than anything else he had done. Katara’s breath had gasped against his mouth then her arms were around his neck. She pulled her body closer to him, her soft curves molding against the hard planes of his own body. Her fingers tangling in his hair, demanding more with soft urging moans. Zuko softly loosened her hair to card his fingers through her hair. Katara’s fingers trembled when they pulled away from each other, panting each other's air. Zuko knew it was wrong. Knew all the reasons they shouldn’t but the trembling fingers loosening his outer robes scattered those thoughts in the like a blizzard scattered snowflakes.
The next morning when Sokka walked into Katara’s hut to ask if she’d seen Zuko he had discovered them together. There was angry yelling. Defensive shouting. And in the end the three agreed to never speak of it. It was a mistake, it would never happen again, as far as they were concerned it never happened. Aang had returned shortly after and Zuko had gone back to his palace. Three months later his friends had attended his wedding to Mia. And Katara was pregnant. About three month’s along. Zuko’s heart had stopped. Sokka had cornered him and informed him in no uncertain terms the child was Aang’s child. Reminded Zuko that nothing had happened. What they had done was unforgivable, it would destroy Aang and the world needed him. Their own feelings and thoughts on the matter didn’t matter. So he congratulated Aang and Katara, and hugged them. If he was a bit stiffer than normal it was attributed to the stress of his wedding and running a nation.
The announcement of the avatar’s first child, Bumi, had been met with enthusiasm from the entire world. No one noticed the Fire Lord’s lower enthusiasm. Mia had asked about his shortened temper, he had denied it. They had had an explosive fight. Slept in separate rooms for nearly a month. Zuko had apologized. He didn’t explain his reaction but he still found his way back into his wife’s bed.
“I think Bumi would love having my child named after him.” Aang smiled at Zuko. Zuko decided he was imagining the emphasis on the possessive word.
“He would.” Zuko agreed. His smile was tight. The child had Katara’s blue eyes. There was nothing really to mark the child as his. He looked too much like Katara. There really wasn’t much of him in the child. But he swore there was even less of Aang. “You and Katara have a wonderful family.”
“Yes, we do.” Aang agreed. “When are you and Mia going to start one?”
“I don’t know yet.” Zuko avoided the conversation. He changed the topic to the city and world affairs.
That night laying in their bed Mia was cushioned on Zuko’s bare chest when the conversation he knew would come up finally left Mia’s lips.
“You and Katara.” It wasn’t a question. Zuko flinched.
“Only once.”
“Do you love her?”
“I love you.”
“But do you love her?” Mia sat up partially to stare down at her husband. “More even?”
Zuko pushed himself to his elbows and reached out to push her hair from her eyes. “Whatever my feelings for Katara are or were or could be doesn’t matter. I love you. I’m with you.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “And it’s you I’m staying with.”
“And if the child turns out to be a firebender?” Mia pressed.
Zuko flopped down onto the bed. “He’s been tested. He’s a nonbender.” Zuko closed his eyes. “And it doesn’t matter.”
“Hey!! You didn’t wish me happy daddys day.”
“No.”
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“Some people wake up with ‘morning wood’. I wake up with ‘morning would rather have fifteen more minutes of sleep’ to be honest. So no, I wouldn’t like to get in a quicky.”
These are the solutions we need to policing right now. Remember: the problem cannot be solved by technocratic solutions (i.e. body cams, further trainings, etc.) The problem is policing itself.
y'know sometimes fanfiction is just an increasingly convoluted series of setups to make characters sit around and talk about their feelings, and that's ok
Me: projecting problems I have with other people onto characters who now have to talk through them and validate my pain.
Me: “A fanfiction can be this”
Person B, C, D+ give Person A a pet betta and a fish tank for a gift.
Person A literally loves this fish. Maybe too much? But they’re too happy for the others to interfere.
intimate things in stories that Get Me every time:
Prompt: forehead kiss
Zesty prompt if you like fighty shows like me: forehead kiss post intense battle
I see your forehead kiss post battle scene, and I raise you
Forehead kiss mid battle scene
They’ve been together for a whole year!! 365 days— and it’s felt so much shorter, to be honest. But also like they knew each other for longer?
How do they celebrate?
here’s the link to donate to george floyd’s official memorial fund if you are able to contribute. if you can’t donate, please share. being black shouldn’t be a death sentence.
I don’t want a romance that makes me whole and heals my wounds and changes my life. I’m already whole. My wounds are my own problem. My life is good as it is. I don’t want to be saved. I don’t need the person who holds my hand to be some sort of of hero. I just want someone to make crop circles with.
Person A is about two inches shorter than Person B.
Person A likes to wear shoes that make them about 2 inches taller than Person B, all the time.
Sometimes B forgets they’re actually the taller one. Sometimes it’s nice, and sometimes they wish Person A would keep the shoes on for just one more kiss.
Mother, how are you? And how is the gurlfroont? 👀👀❤
Thank you so much for asking!
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I’m doing as well as anyone else in this world can be doing I guess. Major developments in my life in the past year, aside from all the gross stuff, is that I have recovered from my fear of alcohol, manage my surrounding fears well, improved my relationship w my dad and his side of the family, and babysit my baby brother every week. I’ve come out as non-binary to my mom, dad, sister, and all of my girlfriend’s family knew going in. I can talk about the deaths in my family from 2018 without crying- while I would never say I’m thankful for even the experience, because I’m plainly not, it has helped me hone my empathy in a way I didn’t think I’d be able to after abusive relationships in high school. My best friend at home is Lindsey, the most honest person I know, and we talk every so often. I’ve finished my capstone, two years early, and I’m going to continue edits throughout the rest of my undergrad in hopes of publishing. I’ve been reading again, and plan to apply to law school after getting my MBA. I have a tattoo, I’m going to be an RA this fall as my school IS returning in the fall. It’s been fairly encouraging to note some of the major progress I’ve made since just 18 months ago, so thank you much for the question!
Don’t hate on me, because I’m aware it’s not great, but as restrictions in my state have been decreasing, my beautiful wonderful lovely goorlfroont is visiting. We’re being very safe and limit our interactions with others. She’s just turned 21, and is as gorgeous and brilliant as ever. She just lights up my whole world. She’s getting more comfortable with my family, and I know she worries, but every time she visits or just talks to them I can tell they love her more and more. My dad and sister know I want to propose, but it’s just about getting a job and figuring out family things. It’s been a little over 20 months together, which maybe seems fast, and doesn’t change the fact that marriage is a way off, but she’s a nice girl and deserves a nice ring and something more promising than the promise ring I got her. Interacting with her in the way we usually do has been really encouraging. I’m feeling more daring and creative than I have been for the past months, or even the past several years, as obligations tend to get in the way. I’m thinking about doing theater stuff again— my school is doing Heathers in the spring, and though I’m still painfully evidently AFAB, I’ve always wanted to play JD (which isn’t what folks around me would probably expect, but I can perform my moms crazy eyes and my dads angry voice, so it’s a good fit.) She’s classically trained in Opera, and I learned to belt as a teenager, so she said she’d help me prepare vocally for auditions— and the best part is, if I don’t get it, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want! So, it’s nice. Speaking of, if you’ve ever wanted to hear a girl sing like God, you should hear her. Looking into those eyes and hearing her sweet voice— it’s like I’m in a musical myself. But, anyways, she wants to go into comedy— I think she has some great bits for SNL, and she already has her whole plan with second city and stuff like that. I’m so proud of her— she’s so ambitious. It just drives me wild when she’s being encouraging to herself, because I know she can do anything.
Something about how we interact: she says funny things— she’s a funny person. I just repeat what she says with an exaggerated inflection and she thinks I’m the funniest guy on earth. It’s nice to be nose to nose repeating stupid shit to each other, and know that that is enough.
Thanks for asking! Nice to vent (and brag) online :)
