CNN Referred To Native Americans As “something Else” On Their Voter Demographic Poll Last Night.

I Definitely Went Past The Word Limit

It had been some sort of class activity. My professor was quite insistent that, in order to do well in their course, us students would have to band well together. I had no problem, initially, with the party. I’d been to multiple in my long, long life. Yet somehow, just with the very knowledge of that he would be there as well, I found myself dreading the event.

Nonetheless, I had no other choice. I could’ve waited just a few more decades for him to die off, but then my professor would’ve died as well - and I had waited literal centuries for a professor like them to roll around. Besides, it was a party - those were always highlights of my life.

The fast-food restaurant was cold - almost ridiculously so. They’re always cold, I realise. I dislike the cold, and it only added to my sour mood. The party was going terribly and it had barely begun.

Things only went for the worst as he himself walked in. Still with that ear-to-ear grin. The protegee of being amicable and friendly. Aleia.

He made his way towards an insignificant group of people, laughing and clapping shoulders. It was a wonder why they even found his presence worthwhile - every time he laughed, which was unfortunately often, I felt like claws were raking down my spine. 

I’d glanced away. Clinging onto the childlike hope that if I cannot see him, then he doesn’t exist. Object permanence is a terrible thing that I’d hope to unlearn one day. All it did was make me unhappy. A terrible waste of time and brain space.

Then it happened.

Other people were at the fast-food restaurant. Of course there were - it wasn’t as if a bunch of university students could scrounge enough money to book an entire fast-food restaurant. If we had, we wouldn’t have gone to a fast-food restaurant.

A small child, a mere twelve years of age I’d learn later, started heaving. They staggered out of their booth, their hands clutching at their mid-section. With a faintly heard ‘blurp’, they proceeded to vomit pale cream substances all over the tiled floor.

We were all shocked still. Even their caretaker - the babysitter, who I don’t think had been properly briefed in what to do in such a situation - could only stare, mortified as their charge attempted to upend their entire stomach contents onto the ground.

There was only one among us that had a timely, spontaneous reaction. Only one who thought to move forward towards the vomiting projectile.

Now, I’m sure everybody else there would’ve meant well. The world is filled with kindly disposed mortals, despite what the system of oppression currently wants. Only one was commendable enough, because only one had moved quickly enough to help.

Any fool can be well-meaning, yet the bards always sing about the Heroes who move fast enough to save lives. That was exactly what Aleia had done - he’d saved a life.

Of course, I snapped out of it soon after. I’d seen a lot - this was moderately tame, in fact. Both of us rushed towards the child and gripped their shoulders - dodging the vomits as we did so. I snapped at the caretaker to call an ambulance, whilst Aleia made sure that the child didn’t begin to choke on their own puke.

The ambulance came and went. We went with it, because the babysitter was too much of a wreck to function properly; mumbling, wailing with red-rimmed eyes. There were either worried for the child or for their own paycheck - but that wasn’t what was important at the time.

We rushed towards the ER, the doctors did their thing - but it was what came after that stuck in my mind the most. The parents had longed arrived - worried to death. The doctor had told us all that the child would be okay; news that we all take with great sighs of relief.

Then came the matter of payment.

I’d my suspicions before - the child’s worn clothes, similar to that of their parents and their wide-eyed amazement at being at a fast-food restaurant - were glaring red flags. Yet seeing the parents mutter and falter for their child’s own treatment drove the truth home.

They were impoverished. Most likely on the lowest economic rung of society. Desperate for financial aid.

My fingers twitched. I could help - I knew I could. I was about too, honestly-

But as I’ve said before. Heroes are only those who act fast enough.

Aleia offered to help them pay the fee. They’d asked him how. He faltered - his eyes briefly gaining a panicked look to them. A look that made me wonder - was he in the same situation as the parents? Was that why he had acted so quickly, acted so determinedly? So ready to help, despite not being in the full ability to?

The traits of a Hero are rarely disputed. Kindness, chivalrous, yet what was most of all was the willingness to forsake one’s own self for another.

I highly doubt Aleia would’ve been able to maintain his own education, had the parents taken him up on his offer. It was extremely lucky for him that an anonymous donor soon paid up it all - and then some.

Very lucky indeed, for him. Very lucky for me as well - seeing him greet me with that same crinkled smile every time we met up was an opportunity I could’ve missed. These people were priceless, hard to find, and ridiculously rare.

Besides, being good friends with someone in your class always has its perks. For one, it made my professor very, very happy.

Imagine how you might feel if your wildest and most wonderful fantasies were brought to life. That’s probably how a child would feel if their drawings of strange and wondrous characters were turned into real-life plush toys, which is exactly what Budsies does.

Budsies takes children’s drawings and reinterprets them as 16-inch-tall hypoallergenic plush toys – but they’ll take playful adults’ drawings, too.

fic writers for the mandalorian ! this vid ended up being pretty interesting analytically wrt din’s fighting style and what benefits him — i don’t agree w everything stated in it just due to differing opinions / analysis and ofc some things have changed because this vid was posted before s2, but regardless it’s still pretty useful for understanding his weapons (most helpful bit imo) + the way he fights

(+ anything u might disagree w or that has been removed from or changed in canon by the end of s2 is addressed and analyzed by many ppl in the comments! so thats useful too)

I want kids but giving birth is a no for me! It terrifies me not only as a woman but a black woman.

Why does being black make it scarier for you?

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener

Little Nightmares 2 Spoilers

Okay so I’ve seen takes where it’s like “Six is a traitor. She dropped Mono and Mono grew up with the hate and it twisted him to become Thin Man,” and boy lemme tell you that breaks my heart and I love it.

But you know what I think does worse?

Is that if Mono told Six to let go. I’m not gonna delve into the proof of why this is possible, just the implications if it was. Imagine Mono and Six running out of the crumbling transmission tower. Imagine Six is still reeling from her time as a fucking monster. Imagine she snaps out of it all and moves through the familiar motion of catching her friend. Imagine she starts to pull him up like usual, but Mono refuses.

Imagine Mono keeps being drawn to the hallway from the TV scenes because that’s just him. When Thin Man first comes out of the TV, Mono reaches out to the Thin Man (before it all went to shit, that is). Imagine Mono desperately running through the rain, jumping from TV to TV, clawing his way through the streets trying to save his friend. Imagine him defeating the Thin Man. Imagine him running through the transmission tower. Imagine he knows. He knows that he is the Thin Man. He knows that he will grow to become that monster. Imagine Mono knows and - kind, sweet, heart of gold Mono - firmly decides to not let Six face the Thin Man ever again.

To not face him ever again.

So he tells her to let go.

And she does.

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

“Are you lost, child?”

A small clenched hand wiped at a dirty cheek. Sniffled, stifled cries filled the large and dark throne room.  “I can’t find my Mama,” the child hiccuped out. Her hands clutch at the filthy rag she wore. “I want my Mama.” The King, The God, The Ruler slowly rose off his throne. Dark robes silently swayed with his movement. His footsteps echoed, sending chills and tremors that sunk deep into her bones. The King stopped directly ahead of her. The Child swallowed, her airway painfully tightening around itself. The King knelt. Rich dark eyes met her gaze. To some, they might find the intensity unsettling - yet The Child only felt a rush of warmth flow through her veins. Her sniffling slowly stopped. Though her tears still streamed down her cheeks, The Child found her breathing deeper. The King tilted his head at her. “Where is she from?” he asked. The Child shifted her feet, about to answer before- “Pompeii, my lord,” an unseen voice said somewhere behind her. “One of the many.” The King bowed his head at that. Sorrowful. Disappointed. The child shifted her feet again. Her hands wrung themselves anxiously. “I’m sorry-” she started. The King abruptly lifted his head. Met her gaze again - cut off her apology. “It wasn’t your fault,” he reminded her. Then, he smiled - a sight that filled her with giddy, buzzy energy. The King straightened to his full height. One of his hands lowered themselves to her eye-level; an invitation. “Come,” he said. “Let’s go find your Mama.” The Child took the offered hand. For every step The King took, she had to take three. Nonetheless, she was happy to be by his side. “What’s your name, child?” The King asked her. “Agata,” she replied. Her head tilted back in an attempt to meet those eyes again. “My name’s Agata.” The King hummed then. He glanced down at her - a smile in his eyes. “I am Hades.”