#defund safely

[watches-and-windchimes]

As always, UNIT under Kate was supposed to be a "science leads" organisation. RTD's pivot into turning them back into a "military leads" organisation makes the intended message of this episode come across incredibly clumsily. I love the exploration of Kate taking things too far when the Doctor isn't here to stop her, but recently the Doctor has not been stopping her even when he is there - he'll occasionally tell them not to shoot someone in the moment but they haven't committed to the Doctor challenging them in a meaningful way

The new UNIT team also feels very unbalanced in this regard; Osgood's presence as someone who is purely science and peace keeping is sorely missed and nobody in the new team is fulfilling her role. We have some new military guys and a science officer who generally leans more military than Osgood did and whom I've yet to be convinced actually does much science. I need someone on the team to share the Doctor's unbridled wonder at the vastness of the universe and an unwillingness to cause harm

That said I really want to see more of this exploration of Kate pushing the limit and I'd love to see her actually properly fuck up at some point. I just need there to be real consequences

[nervousyoungloser]

resources for the incoming USA administration

i compiled a list of resources -- although short -- for those in the united states who are scared for or unsure about these next few years. please always stay strong and connected to your communities. your existence is resistance.

https://linktr.ee/eliasdecaro

if you have any proposals for links to add, feel free to suggest them!

[wassidy-wanders-around]

👑❌ NO KINGS!!! ❌👑

You won't catch me drawing his ugly mug twice, made this back in 2020 made some updates, still stands (⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)🖕

For those taking to the streets today in protest I'm immeasurably proud of you. The Cheeto has made a mockery of our country and everything it stands for. We fired you once and we can do it again.

Please stay safe, know your rights, you are amazing hoomans 💕💕💕

[consceleratuswrites]

You know what? EVERYTHING was way better on tumblr and still is. And now we have Blue Sky anyways. I can’t stress the change in mood and clarity that has come to me since deleting the ‘toxic bird’ app from my phone and not checking it - especially in these trying times.

At this point all ‘the app’ does is show gloating imbeciles and rage-baiting losers and the people arguing with them… OR the despair that is encouraged by the algorithm system that feeds on misery.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t despair - the world is substantially worse off now. But we should at least give ourselves the space to surround ourselves with the things we love, the people that bring us joy and the environment that encourages us to thrive. That’s all we can do. That’s how we fight back - by surviving. As we did before the great migration to an awful space that actively use us as target practise for their botched humour and spite.

Just… delete the bird app man. Stop giving Elon money for his Ket habit. You’re funding all the things that actively work against you with looking at the ads and interacting with bots. I promise you that you will be happier.

[dopebasementangel]

Idaho police release bodycam video of shooting that killed autistic teen

[TW: GUN VIOLENCE, DEATH, POLICE VIOLENCE]

The AP has published the released body-cam footage of Idaho police fatally shooting an autistic teen.

The videos from two body cams show that there was no attempt at de-escalation, guns were drawn almost immediately on exiting their vehicles, and there was a chain link fence between the young man and the police.

In the footage it sounds like at one point one of the female family members was shouting at the police that the teen was autistic but was shouted over and ignored by the police.

This is simply police violence.

Video below

[motherfuckingamerica]

Putting together some guns today was on my list, but I decided to just relax and enjoy this coffee. All you Patriots, enjoy the rest of your weekend.

[thebibliosphere]

My husband and I were discussing how the first felon is defending the FDA and how the quality control of our food is gonna basically disappear and I proceeded to have so much anxiety about it that I didn't sleep last night. How do we prepare for this? Is there a way to make food safe at home? How can we avoid getting poisoned from the grocery store? Sorry for bringing this anxiety to your inbox but I'm exhausted and scared and I'm hoping you've come up with food safety tips what with your general food complications.

I’m afraid I don’t have a solution for something of this scale and am just as equally terrified, but that said:

Check your local state regulations. Some states actually have strict testing that the FDA when it comes to certain things like milk. See if they are listing any recalls.

Stop eating things raw for the foreseeable future. Wash and cook everything thoroughly, even if the bag claims it’s pre-washed, wash it again. Cooking will also help eliminate any remaining pathogens. It means no more salads for a while but that’s okay.

For things like fruit, try to go with things that have an outer skin that can be taken off. If it requires you to cut into it with a knife, give the outer skin a scrub and rinse to reduce the chances of your knife being contaminated by anything like e-coli and then contaminating the insides by cutting it up.

For fruit that can’t be peeled, make sure to inspect and wash them thoroughly. If you are immunocompromised like me, consider cooking it down into a jam or pie filling to reduce further risk. Not as fun as eating it fresh for some people, but it’s a valid way of still getting the flavor and nutrients.

For things like milk, only drink pasteurized and ultra pasteurized. Try to get pasteurized eggs if you can too.

If you don’t have a meat thermometer, now is the time to get one. Make sore everything is cooked to its required internal temperature. For poultry, the recommended temperature is 165°F (74°C), while for beef and pork, the recommended temperature is 145°F (63°C) with a 3-minute rest time. Ground meats should be cooked to 160°F (71°C). Eggs should be cooked until the yolk is set. No more runny egg yolks for a bit until we get a competent source of information back about bird flu.

For things like flour, try to go for reputable brands that have their own independent testing facilities for things like gluten. They also usually test for other things and clean their facilities thoroughly. My go to is King Arthur atm.

Also, stop eating raw cookie dough if you’re not going to toast the flour in the oven first. That’s how a lot of people get sick, not necessarily from the raw egg, though stop eating raw egg right now if you do. Again, bird flu. [Addendum] I learned the flour trick in a job I used to work, but apparently, the pre-defunded FDA didn't think toasting the flour made it safe, so maybe just don't eat raw cookie dough. And I know someone's going to be a cunt in the notes like "I don't care I do what I want" good for you, hope saying that made you feel better.]

This is a dwindling possibility with the tariffs but try to buy food imported from other countries that still have food quality control. I get my masa harina from a small company that imports directly from Colombia. They can’t afford the gluten free label required to be classified as such in the USA, but considering Cheerios in the USA can afford to buy that label and the celiac foundation certification logo and still routinely sells contaminated produce due to not using gluten free oats and a mechanical sorting system that can’t be certified gluten free (1) (2) (3), I’m more inclined to go with other countries labeling right now.

With clean water under threat, use a filter for your drinking water. We currently use the ones by Life Straw. They don’t fit into your faucet but the LS filters are better than most of the ones that can be attached that way and the housing of the jugs and countertop filters are easy to clean. Make sure you do so once a week and change the filters as directed.

Most of this is just basic food hygiene stuff combined with what it’s like to be immunocompromised, but it’s always worth repeating in case someone didn’t know, but especially worth repeating right now with all our rules and regulating bodies going out the window 😞

[thoughtportal]

Posted OnJuly 15, 2025

“When we fight, we win. We know the battle is far from over and there will be setbacks along the way, but the cause is too important, and the need too great, for us to lose heart.” 

Lambda Legal announced today that the federal government has restored more than $6.2 million in grant funding to nine organizations that offer vital health and support services for LGBTQ+ people, including those living with HIV. 

The restored funding follows the ruling in early June from the U.S. District Court for the Northern District of California granting a preliminary injunction blocking implementation of three of President Trump’s executive orders that threatened to defund these organizations. The court held in San Francisco AIDS Foundation v. Trump that the plaintiffs were likely to succeed in showing that multiple provisions of two anti-DEI executive orders and an anti-transgender executive order are unconstitutional. 

“We have confirmed that our plaintiffs – LGBTQ+ organizations providing critical services to their communities – have seen their threatened funding restored,” said Jose Abrigo, Senior Attorney and HIV Project Director at Lambda Legal. “When we fight, we win. We know the battle is far from over and there will be setbacks along the way, but the cause is too important, and the need too great, for us to lose heart.” 

The legal win June 9 and the restored funding protect the nine nonprofit organizations across the country from having to shutter programs or silence their advocacy for fear of losing critical federal support while the case proceeds. The ruling ensures organizations such as San Francisco AIDS Foundation and Los Angeles and New York LGBTQ Centers can continue to operate, advocate, serve people, and save lives without further censorship or threats to their funding. 

If implemented, the orders would severely harm nonprofit organizations’ ability to provide critical programs and services, such as HIV treatment and prevention, sexual and reproductive health screenings and services, youth programs, homelessness prevention, mental health, employment, and many others. 

In granting the injunction, the court held that Lambda Legal’s plaintiffs and the transgender people they serve will likely succeed in demonstrating that the executive orders violate their rights to equal protection, free speech, and due process, and that the orders likely violate the Separation of Powers. 

Filed in February 2025, San Francisco AIDS Foundation v. Trump challenges three executive orders that aim to eliminate diversity, equity, inclusion, and accessibility (DEIA) programs and censor references to gender identity or LGBTQ+ populations. The plaintiffs include: 

California: San Francisco AIDS Foundation, Los Angeles LGBT Center, GLBT Historical Society, San Francisco Community Health Center 

Arizona: Prisma Community Care 

New York: The NYC LGBT Community Center 

Pennsylvania: Bradbury-Sullivan Community Center 

Maryland: Baltimore Safe Haven 

Wisconsin: FORGE 

Lambda Legal will continue to fight against these orders as the lawsuit progresses, ensuring that these organizations—and the communities they serve—remain protected from unlawful government overreach. 

[randomperson54321]

i’ve got some tough news: This morning, Senators Blackburn and Blumenthal reintroduced the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA).1

After successfully killing this pro-censorship and surveillance bill last session, it’s back, and we’re jumping into action to stop it again.

Can you rush an urgent donation to Fight for the Future today to jump start our stop KOSA fight?

DONATE TO STOP KOSA

It is honestly unfathomable that in the current political climate lawmakers are putting forward legislation that would give the Trump administration more tools to silence perspectives they don’t like. Over the past five months they have disappeared, deported, and defunded people and organizations who have exercised their first amendment rights.2,3,4

The fact that lawmakers are watching all this happen, and are still willing to support KOSA, is unconscionable.

If KOSA passes, Trump’s Federal Trade Commission (FTC) would be able to say that any topic they want to stop people from talking about causes “harm” to kids, and force platforms to censor it. And we don’t have to guess what they would target, since FTC Chair Andrew Fergusson said if confirmed he’d fight the “trans agenda.”5

It’s unfortunately not surprising that Senator Blumenthal, the Democratic sponsor of the bill, doesn’t seem to care about the harm his bill would cause. Sen. Blumenthal has consistently ignored the hundreds of organizations that have raised concerns about how KOSA would impact the LGBTQ+ community, access to information on reproductive rights, and everyone's free expression online.

But we do think there is a good opportunity to strip other lawmakers’ support for KOSA in the face of Trump’s attack on human rights. We have a plan to continue working with our anti-censorship coalition, the hundreds of thousands of parents, young people, and activists who have already helped stop KOSA, and to kill this dangerous bill again.

Your support made all this organizing possible over the last few years, and it’s what will keep fueling this fight now. Please make a gift today to fight against KOSA and to support real solutions that will help keep everyone safe online.

Lawmakers are trying to pass the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA), a dangerous bill that would give the government unprecedented control over the internet and force platforms to spy on youth.

90+ rights groups agree KOSA won’t make kids more safe. Instead, it’ll put youth in danger by subjecting them to surveillance and preventing them from accessing resources they need.

Believe in a free and open internet? Join me and take action: https://stopkosa.com/?source=email&

Together, we can stop KOSA again,

Caitlin and the team at Fight for the Future

P.S. If you’ve been with us for a bit, you know this is a long-term fight. Yes, we need to stop KOSA today, but there will be more bad bills. And we know we need to keep building an organized movement against censorship and surveillance. So if you can, consider starting a monthly donation today. This will help us know we can keep fighting, month-after-month, no matter what.

Footnotes:

1. Blumenthal Press Release: https://www.blumenthal.senate.gov/newsroom/press/release/blumenthal-blackburn-thune-and-schumer-introduce-the-kids-online-safety-act

2. The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/apr/28/trump-immigration-people-detained-deported-cases

3. New York Times: https://www.nytimes.com/article/trump-university-college.html

4. CNN: https://www.cnn.com/2025/05/08/politics/universities-medical-research-funding-frozen-trump-diversity-purge

5. The Verge: https://www.theverge.com/2024/12/10/24318388/trump-ftc-chair-pick-andrew-ferguson-censorship-tech-companies

[bumpkinspice0]

Take a Bullet

Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Mutant!FemReader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: “I’d raise hell. I’d tear down whatever took you away…but you’re still here. If the price of that is death, then I’ll pay it every goddamn time.” he lets the words linger. It almost stings when they start to sink in. Did he really think this was all he had to offer? Only his invulnerability, his strength? Of course it was. It’s all anyone ever told him he was worth. All anyone ever wanted from him. He did exactly what thought he should. What he was made for. Logan always thought he was anything except a man. An animal. Another expendable tool. OR Logan never told you he couldn't die, and it scares you how far he's willing to go to keep you safe.

AN: Just the briefest sprinkle of smut. Didn't feel right to go full feral in this one. This is another one that's vaguely tied to my first Logan fic HERE. Totally not required reading, reader just has the same powers and codename cause I'm lazy. She's an earthmover called Dozer. The GIF choice is incredibly unserious but I couldn't not

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, injury, shock, Hurt/comfort, angst (obvi), Logan has some low self worth guys, Confessions of love, Protective!Logan, Smut, Tender sex

AO3 if you prefer to read there

Logan Masterlist

_______

You weren’t new to fighting. Hell, you’d been doing it most of your life. You were an X-man after all— but this was getting ridiculous. 

They just kept coming.

You faced down the brotherhood countless times, fought gods and mad scientists— but a few dozen humans with guns was proving to be the most exhausting task you faced with the team. Their ranks were depleting, that much was true, but holy shit was this getting old.

“Dozer!” you hear Scott shout your codename from the left. “Barrier on the east entrance, quicksand for the ones approaching from the west!”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” you, a little less than enthusiastically, respond before plunging your fist into the dirt to change the very earth to your will.

As an earth-mover, you have the wonderful task of being both on defense and offense— well, mostly defense. A lot of defense. You could put up walls and literally stop people in their tracks. If all the firepower was focused outside, the job could be finished inside.

This was a prison break, after all. 

“The last of them are out!” Jean’s voice crackles in your ear. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

The last of the MRD facilities is finally falling. It’d been over a year since they’d been defunded and mutant registration was banned. Still, hate always found a way to limp on.

And limp on with a few hundred guns at that.

A stray bullet whizzes past your ear as you move behind a newly erected stone wall. You’d been at this for hours. You're tired. You’re slower and it’s making all of this a hell of a lot more dangerous.

“We need some support over here!” Scott screams into his comm, sliding behind the shelter next to you.

“North gate is clear. I’m coming to you!” You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Ororo’s voice. She’d be tasked with taking care of all other possible exits while you and Scott got the main entrance. With the power of flight and hurricane-level winds at her fingertips… Well, you always thought Storm could take care of herself better than the rest of the team.

The barrage of bullets stops as soon as there’s a crack of thunder, all of the armed men looking up to the sky to see the goddess that brought their demise. In an instant, tyrannical winds start to sweep through their ranks.

“Almost out!” Jean announces in your ear.

“Dozer, give them a clear path!” Scott orders you, jumping out from behind your barrier to help Storm thin the herd of armed men that waited.

You call to the dirt beneath your feet, pulling up several jagged walls of rock to protect the entrance and path to the Blackbird. They’re sloppy and uneven, but they’ll do for cover. You catch just a glimpse of the team through the cracks in the rock. Somehow, Logan’s eyes find yours in the fraction of a second you have.

“Spare anyone you can. Let’s clear the last of these scumbags out before we evacuate.” Scott orders through the comm set. You want to argue back and groan in protest. The mission was complete. The prisoners were out and heading for safety, but you knew he was right— Time to cripple MRD once and for all. 

With any final strength you can muster, you send a shockwave through the battlefield, several agents falling in its wake. You quickly enclose whatever parts of their bodies in rock that you can. You just have to immobilize them and there are only a handful left. It’s almost over.

“Remind me never to piss you off, sweetheart.” a familiar gruff voice cheekily says behind you. In a flash, he’s at your side— Logan. If the situation were different, you’d have kissed him. Too bad there’s a task at hand.

“Oh, you should know never to piss me off by now.” you chuckled back, doing your best to multitask in the chaos of it all. 

Logan jumps in front of you defensively. He was against you being the outside offense since the beginning, likely just because he couldn’t be there if you needed him. In the handful of months since you’d been together, he’d proven to be a rather protective partner. The more you learned about him, the more you understood why. He’d only had a small handful of things happen to him that were actually good. You did your best to be one of them.

“Two dozen left at most,” Scott shouts in the dwindling chaos. 

Looking out at the jagged battlefield, Scott’s estimate seemed to be correct. This could be over in a matter of seconds, and your job would finally be done. You could take the last of them out with the same move you’d just done… that is if you had one more in you still.

You reach your weary hands out and call to the earth one final time. Cripple them. Immobilize them. The ground starts to rumble under your command. 

You're so focused on your finishing move that you don’t hear it. Storm warning you all reinforcements are coming up from the south, directly behind you.

“DOZE!” It’s Logan’s voice that pulls you out of your concentration. 

You only have a split second to turn your head to see him jumping for you. He pushes you to the ground, your body skidding a few feet away. There’s a deafening ring of new gunfire before it’s immediately silenced by a new jagged wall of rock you rip out of the ground. With a crack of lightning, Storm rushes over to Scott’s side, quickly followed by Rouge and Kurt. You scramble to your feet, ready to join them, but Logan doesn’t move. He just stands there, back to you, completely stone still. 

“L-Logan?” You dare to take a small step toward him, afraid of what you’ll see.

He starts to turn around, his movements jerky and stiff. It hurts him to move. 

You attempt to hide the horrified gasp that escapes your lips, covering your mouth with your hands at the sight of him. Your eyes immediately meet his and you can almost feel it through his gaze— the excruciating pain.

You weren’t fast enough to stop them.

Bullet holes peppered his entire body. God, even his face— the bullets still sat embedded in his metal skull. The blood pouring out of each new hole in his body was starting to stain his suit— painting over his skin with red. He choked out a pained sound that almost sounded like your name before collapsing to his knees and falling face-first at your feet.

“Logan!” You immediately drop down and pull him into your arms, the battle around you now completely forgotten. You erect three more small walls on your remaining sides. The team could handle the rest. They’d be fine. Logan would be fine. He just needed time to heal, and you’ll give it to him.

You cradle his head in your arms. All hope disappears when you look into his eyes. 

There was… nothing. 

Those warm, hazel eyes that were always so inviting are now cold and blank. Lifeless. Streams of blood marked his rugged face you adored so much, a bullet in his forehead and two through his left cheek. You’d seen death a handful of times in this rotten job. You’d just never seen it in someone you loved. 

You can’t help the wail that escapes when you pull him in. You clutch his lifeless body, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Yes, Logan healed, he barely aged, but could he cure death? He’d never mentioned it. How could a mutation still possibly work after you died? It couldn’t. Logan was dead. He’s dead because of you. Because you weren’t fast enough to stop this.

You only faintly register the battle falling silent around you. The commanding voices of your friends at least tell you that you’ve won. There was no joy in this small victory for you. Not while you clung to the body of your now dead lover. 

You jump at the sound of several metallic pings within your space. Has someone breached your quickly constructed walls? You pull back and gasp at an entirely new sight. 

Logan was healing, newly formed tissue and bone pushing the bullets out of his body one by one. The final ones to leave are three that marked his face. As soon as they’re gone, there’s light in his eyes again.

His whole body arches in your arms as he heaves in his first gasping breath. His hands grasp onto you, finding anything to ground him. You can’t bring yourself to say anything comforting, shock grabbing hold of your vocal cords. 

He’d come back to life in your arms in a matter of seconds. 

He takes a few steadying breaths before his eyes finally find yours. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is shaken, almost ragged. 

You still can’t force yourself to speak. You only look at him, only able to see the blood that streaked across his face in every direction. His blood. He was still covered in his own blood. The hole in his forehead is still mending itself back together and he’s asking if you're okay?

He sits up from your lap, his hands gently resting on your arms. 

“Hey,” he tilts your chin up to look him in the eye. Warm and inviting again. Full of life, “Talk to me.”

You’re not sure how long it is before you can force words out of your throat, but eventually, you do.

“You died.” 

The silence that follows is haunting. Suddenly, it feels like there’s an ocean between the two of you. You should be the one comforting him through this, yet here he is, cradling your face in his hands, suddenly unable to make eye contact. He’d saved you, he was alive, you were alive, yet you feel like something in you changed. A small piece of you died with him just then. Unequivocally fear that you could never forget. He died. You just watched him die.

“But you didn’t.” He says it with no regret in his voice. No pain. 

He knew his actions would likely be fatal. He sacrificed himself to save you. But was it worth it? Was it worth it to watch him die in front of you?

And knowing Logan… he’d do it again without hesitation. 

“Hey, guys!” It’s Kurt's voice that pulls you out of your little world, calling for you just beyond the walls. You quickly lower them to see the rest of your fellow X-Men standing in wait. How long have you both been sitting here?

“Jesus, what happened?” Rouge exclaims, clearly referring to Logan still caked in blood. His blood. 

He was still fucking covered in his own blood. 

You quickly get up, not sparing Logan a single glance, and brush past your teammates as fast as you can. You board the Blackbird alone, hugging yourself in the corner. None of them come after you, and truthfully, you don’t want them to. 

Your face collapses into your hands, sobs racking your whole body.

______

The flight home was dead quiet. Even the rescued prisoners said almost nothing except a quick thank you once you dropped them off at a secure mutant-run location just past the border. Logan was smart enough not to sit directly next to you. You’re not sure if you're relieved or mortified by that fact. No, no, you needed space and he was giving it to you.

You still felt his eyes on you the whole time. 

He may not have sat right at your hip, but he was in eyeshot of you at all times. Logan’s emotions were always so palpable to you. You can always just feel him. He was worried. 

Ororo was the first to approach you with a quiet hello and a gentle hand on your knee.

“What happened out there?” she asked somewhat hesitantly.

You took your sweet time answering, shock still grabbing some part of your mind and urging you to just keep staring at your feet like you had been the entire time. 

“I saw him die, ‘Ro.” you eventually answered. 

You swear you felt her touch tense a little.

“But Logan can’t die.” Maybe she was holding back a laugh, you thought briefly. You’d been with this man for months, and you had no idea his healing factor was so advanced. You were a child pouting in the corner over seemingly nothing— but it was everything.

“But I didn’t know that, ‘Ro,” you spat back at her. “I didn’t know that.”

And, of course, she pulls you into a hug with a comforting warmth only Ororo Munroe seemed to have. It was stupid of you to think she’d mock you for something like this. 

You’re in your bedroom now, sitting on the bed with your knees curled into your chest, stripped out of your suit and freshly showered. Logan was in the bathroom just a few feet away, brushing his teeth. Just fucking brushing his teeth like nothing happened. Like his soul hadn’t left his body and you had to fucking watch. 

It wasn’t just that, though. It wasn’t the fact that he was brushing off the fact that he’d died and come back to life. 

You loved him. 

It’d been a good handful of months, and neither of you had said the big one yet.  People always said you and Logan were the same kind of stubborn, probably what drew you to each other in the first place. Both skittish and afraid to ruin something by going too far. But it’s gone past that point for both of you now, hasn’t it? What risks are there left to take? It took seeing the light draining from his eyes to realize you loved this man. God, why can’t anything in your life be easy?

You feel the mattress sink behind you, but still don’t turn to look at him. His body shifts with a heavy sigh.

“I can’t…we can’t go to bed like this.” There’s that gentle pleading in his voice you’d only heard a handful of times. When he woke up from nightmares, mostly.

A heavy hand comes to rest over yours and to your surprise, you don’t pull away. You finally turn to face him… and there he is. As rugged and beautiful as he always is. Not a speck of blood left. No holes in his body. The familiar hair of his bare chest already grown back in the same familiar patterns. The man you loved, as good as new.

With a deep breath, you ask your first question.

“Have you died before?”

He’s taken aback at first but eventually answers.

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“I’ve lost count.”

“Logan—” you bury your face in your hands, not sure if you are willing away tears or an irritated groan. 

He reaches out for you, ready to pull you into him before he decides against it.

“I’m sorry,” he simply says. 

“Logan, it’s not—”

“I thought you knew,” He quickly cuts you off. “You knew how old I was… what I’d been through. I figured you knew.”

In retrospect, it seems obvious. He’d fought in wars, been ripped apart and put back together, he’s hundreds of years old, for God's sake. But what normal person would ever correlate that to complete and total resurrection? You knew Logan had suffered… but this…

“You’re okay and I’m okay. That’s all that matters.” He reaches out to you again. You stand up from the bed and start to pace before he can touch you.

“It’s not about that! It’s not about being okay now— it’s that I had to watch you. I saw you die. I saw you suffer because of me and I—” You cut yourself off before admitting to your newest and most terrifying secret. “You can’t do that again. I can’t watch you go through that again.”

He just sits there, looking up at you like a scolded puppy.

“I can’t promise that.” He says without an ounce of regret in his voice.

“Then you’re going to have to try.”

You see a flame flicker in his eyes then before he looks away. He sits there, hands squeezing into white knuckled fists on his lap before he releases them with a deep breath.

“You can’t just ask me not to protect you.” 

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“You did tonight.”

You turn away again, trying to keep yourself from screaming. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t fucking get it.

You pause, facing the wall adjacent to the bed, and take a few deep breaths before daring to continue. 

“I don’t want you to just be a human shield for me.”

“I’m not…I will do anything as long as it means you stay alive.” He’d finally raised his voice, the tendons in his neck tensing from what little restraint he had. “You have no idea… No idea what I’d do.”

And finally, his nonchalant attitude toward this monumental thing started to make sense. What he’d done, sacrificing himself for you— it meant nothing to him. A blip in his long existence. What’s a little more pain to it all? Logan never gave a shit about himself, you already knew that— but the people he cared about…he’d move mountains for them.

“I’d raise hell. I’d tear down whatever took you away… but you’re still here. If the price of that is death, then I’ll pay it every goddamn time.” he lets the words linger. It almost stings when they start to sink in.

Did he really think this was all he had to offer? Only his invulnerability, his strength? Of course it was. It’s all anyone ever told him he was worth. All anyone ever wanted from him. He did exactly what thought he should. What he was made for. Logan always thought he was anything except a man. An animal. Another expendable tool. 

You have to show him he’s more than that. More than some blunt object. More than a weapon. He’s a man… the man you love.

You pull at his wrist, urging him to lean into you. He does, his arms circling around your shoulders and yours sneaking up around his back.

“Logan… you still don’t get it…but I guess I’m not getting it right either,” you start gently, running your hands soothingly up his back. “I’m not saying I’m not happy to be alive. That we’re both alive…but…I can’t be entirely grateful because…because I watched the man I love die tonight.”

You feel him tense around you. 

“Just for a moment, I thought I lost you. I lost you and it was my fault. You’re not just something that’s expendable. You’re a man. A man that I— And I’d never get to tell you…” You trail off, the thought of it is too unbearable. 

He doesn’t let you bury your face in his chest like you wanted, hiding yourself from his searing gaze. Instead, his hands come up to cradle your face, gently craning your neck back to look at him. You were right to want to hide away from him, his eyes are more desperately burning than you’d ever seen. 

He holds you there, unmoving, unspeaking. Just boring into your soul with a million words that his mouth could never say. You don’t need him to speak. Those deep pools of hazel and topaz say it all.

In a way, Logan took the first step. He took a few dozen bullets for you, endured unspeakable pain and the first thing he did when he could breathe again was ask if you were okay— what is that if not love?

You don’t recall the last time a kiss felt more natural. Kissing Logan always felt right, but this was different. Whatever words he couldn’t say, he was pouring into this kiss. An all-consuming embrace. A silent promise. His own way of saying he loved you back.

Logan was always a man of action rather than words. 

He pulls you into him, holding you flush against his body with a desperate moan and a need to have you impossibly closer. He cradles you like a treasure, tongue coming out to explore your own.

He pulls you down to the bed, hands starting to desperately paw at your whole body. You straddle his lap, cupping his jaw so tightly you fear hurting him. As if you ever could. Your shirt’s discarded in some blinding flurry of motion, his lips immediately trailing all over your chest as soon as you're exposed to him.

Logan was always a lustful and sometimes feral lover. It was always something that was intoxicating about him. This was more than that, though. There was a sense of desperation in his touch— a need. A need to have you closer. To touch you. To taste you. To have you just feel how much he needed you.

How much he loved you back.

He brings you down to the bed, pulling off your sleep shorts before you can even get a breath in. You rise to meet him once he’s discarded his own pants and straddle his lap again. He pulls you back into him as you sink down over him, your cunt stretching to his familiar girth.

“Don’t leave me again,” you plead as your hands reach up to cradle his face, tears pricking at your eyes. “Don’t ever, ever do that again.”

“Okay,” He says passively, dropping his mouth down to nip at your neck. “F-for you I’ll… Okay…Okay…”

It’s not a promise, not really. But it’s a start. 

You both find a rhythm here, pushing and pulling into each other in ways that were already familiar and somehow completely new at the same time. It’ll never be the same after tonight. Whatever you and Logan are, it’s something entirely new. Equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

Love always is.

It’s hours, it’s days, it’s… You don’t really fucking care. An eternity with Logan inside you would still not be enough, but eventually, you both find solace in your pillows, your bodies and hearts weary from… everything. 

You both lay there, finally still and the initial emotions quelled. There was still so much more to talk about, so much more to say… but not tonight. Not right now.

“Do you ever remember anything… when it happens?” you find yourself asking, your fingers lazily brushing through his facial hair.

He says nothing at first, hand reaching up to yours and bringing it down for a kiss.

“No. Never. But… waking up to you wasn’t half bad.” 

You flinch again at the memory of those empty eyes.

“I don’t want to see that happen to you again.”

“I can’t promise that, darlin’.” He reiterates from earlier.

“I’m not asking for a promise… I’m just asking you to try.”

He pulls you into him, resting his chin on top of your head and his hand gently stroking up and down your arm. It’ll take time, but you’ll show him. You’ll show Logan his life is worth something.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he says, placing a kiss on your head, “l’ll try. For you, I’ll try.”

[unsolicited-opinions]

One day i might write an essay about how intellectualized ignorance is the ultimate form of wealth, that is if no one's done it before me yet. For all the sht-talking i see from college grads about the dumb and uneducated working class, they are not immune themselves to misinformation, propaganda and ignorance, with them it just takes a different form. It's the luxury of entertaining obviously bad and destructive ideas. Only someone sheltered enough to never experience a crime would ever entertain the idea of anarchism, only someone who's lived a safe life in a western country can plead for the case of terrorist groups. Mostly someone who never had to work for what they own can like the idea of communism and collective ownership lmao. People in safe gated communities and college dorms are the only ones I see wanting to defund the police. It's the luxury of flirting with chaos and misery you'll never have to experience, people less advantaged can never do this because it might actually have them killed. It's just as ignorant and ill informed as the people they look down on, it's just wrapped in an elite college bow. It's the ultimate luxury because you can never commercialize it. I'm obviously simplyfying it to make the point, however I still think it rings true.

I think you should write that essay.

If I'm understanding you, this is your argument:

Campus Hamasniks (both students and faculty) seem to believe that their elite education makes them immune to propoganda, but a degree doesn't make you immune to bad ideas - it just changes how such bad ideas show up and propogate

The crowds on college campuses call themselves "pro-Palestinian"...then openly praise Hamas and Hezbollah.

That's not solidarity-it's performative radicalism from people who've never once lived under rocket fire or authoritarian rule.

It's easy to chant slogans (which you don't understand) when you've got campus security, tenured professors, and administrators protecting your "resistance" from any consequences. It's a lot harder when you're actually living in Gaza or southern Israel, where both Palestinians and Israelis die because of groups like Hamas.

The vast majority of the campus Hamasniks have never lived in a war zone, never seen what it means when terrorist groups hold political power, never seen what happens when radical leftists take power. They talk about "decolonization" like it's a clever academic concept, when it's been dishonestly used against indigenous people to justify murder - and they do this from elite institutions where annual tuition costs more than most people earn in a year.

That's the luxury: being able to romanticize violence you'll never face, glorify chaos that never touches your sheltered little life of priviledge where you can afford your performative "activism."

This kind of ignorance isn't less harmful than the stuff the same people (rightly) mock in MAGA folks - it's just more polished, more accepted in elite circles. Underneath the theory and hashtags, though, it's the same disconnect from reality...and only made possible by extraordinary priviledge.

Yeah, Anon. You should write that. I'd read it.

[sayruq]

Below is a statement by the UN Relief Chief that is both true and meant to reassure zionists that he is not pro Hamas

Despite this, there is a smear campaign against him (and the UN in general)

All this to distract people from this grave warning issued by Martin Griffiths

The scenario we have long dreaded is unraveling at alarming speed. More than half of Gaza’s population – well over 1 million people – are crammed in Rafah, staring death in the face: They have little to eat, hardly any access to medical care, nowhere to sleep, nowhere safe to go. They, like the entire population of Gaza, are the victims of an assault that is unparalleled in its intensity, brutality and scope. More than 28,000 people – mostly women and children – have been killed across Gaza, according to the Ministry of Health. For more than four months, humanitarian workers have been doing the near-impossible to assist people in need, despite the risks they themselves were facing and the traumas they were enduring. But no amount of dedication and goodwill is enough to keep millions of people alive, fed and protected – while the bombs are falling and the aid is choked off.

Add to this the widespread despair, the breakdown of law and order, and the defunding of UNRWA. The consequences are humanitarian workers who are shot at, held at gunpoint, attacked and killed. I have said for weeks now that our humanitarian response is in tatters. Today, I’m sounding the alarm once again: Military operations in Rafah could lead to a slaughter in Gaza. They could also leave an already fragile humanitarian operation at death’s door. We lack the safety guarantees, the aid supplies and the staff capacity to keep this operation afloat. The international community has been warning against the dangerous consequences of any ground invasion in Rafah. The Government of Israel cannot continue to ignore these calls. History will not be kind. This war must end.

[abbotjack]

They say science is too expensive, but what they are really saying is that dignity is too expensive. That health is too expensive. That knowledge, when it doesn’t serve the market or the military, becomes a luxury rather than a right. When they speak of tightening budgets, what they mean is narrowing the horizon of who deserves to survive and who does not.

There is always funding for war, for weapons, for walls. There is always money for enforcement, for locking people out, locking people up, controlling movement, and suppression. But there is never enough for the things that make life liveable: clean air, safe water, medical research, reproductive freedom, accessible education, mental health care, housing. These are treated not as rights but as privileges to be earned... if you work hard enough, if you stay quiet, if your body conforms to what the system can tolerate.

They will spend billions to surveil and criminalize the most vulnerable, while capping student loans and forcing people into debt just to study, just to think, just to ask the kinds of questions that might challenge this very structure. They will pass legislation that cuts off healthcare if you’re not working the right number of hours, as if care should be conditional, as if the right to live depends on your productivity.

This isn’t about balancing a budget. It’s about drawing a line between lives that are seen as worth investing in and those that are not. It’s about maintaining the illusion that some people deserve care while others deserve containment. It’s about reinforcing a hierarchy where violence is funded and compassion is defunded. Where punishment is policy and support is treated like a moral hazard.

When knowledge doesn’t serve the state, it gets defunded. When it doesn’t lead to profit, it’s dismissed. And when it centers people’s actual lives, the body, pain, care, connection across difference, it’s not just ignored. It’s treated as dangerous. Because it doesn’t play by the rules. It challenges what education is even for. It refuses the idea that survival has to be earned. And it insists, quietly, or loudly, that liberation should belong to all of us, not just the ones who already have power.

So no, this isn’t just about science. It’s about the right to ask different questions. The right to be cared for. The right to imagine futures that aren’t built on extraction and fear. It’s about resisting a system that treats life itself as a line item to be negotiated.

And we’re supposed to accept that all of this... the violence, the austerity, the silencing... is rational.

I don’t accept it.

A system that funds war but not healing is a system designed to destroy us.

[milf--adjacent]

Me in 2021: "All Biden is doing in office is assuring the facist observation and policing arms of the government are being funded at all time highs. At the same time, he's dismantling public health for short term political gains of claiming he "beat the pandemic" while thousands still die (e.g. chaning the covid quarantine time from 10 days [not always enough time to clear an infevtion] to 5 days [almost never enough time to clear an infection] based on a letter from Delta Airline's CEO whining about having to be concerned with his employee's health, completely defunding test/trace/treat infrastructure, and manipulating the science to tell us to unmask and that current covid vaccines prevent spread [multiple studies show that because of covid's evolutionary propensity for immune escape, vaccination alone is not enough to stop spread. Even one nonpharmaceutical intervention alongside vaccination reduces spread incredibly. Factor this in with a population that has only ~20% vaccine uptake, and you've got a public health strategy that costs billions yet does nothing to protect the public].) All his presidency has done is prime the next republican who takes office to do even more overt fascism than ever before. The very least he could do is actually work to legislate protections for abortion, trans rights, and immigrant rights to make what the next republican president is obviously going to attack hard going at the very least."

Liberals around that same time: "Shut up, MAGA loser. Biden is my favoritest blorbo and he's gonna be so much better in his second term!"

Liberals on Feb 2, 2025: "No one possibly could have predicted this."

P.S. At the time of writing, over 2,100 covid deaths occurred in the US in the past 30 days. If you aren't masking, testing, and taking other precautions (such as following wastewater trends and pushing for air filtration in public spaces), you are a bigger part of the problem than you think. Asymptomatic spread of covid accounts for more than 60% of all cases: that's why vax and relax + stay home if you feel sick can never work to keep people safe. Fascism starts with the infirm: protect us by masking. Refuse to let us be cast aside and killed by an uncaring society you are a part of.

[etherealspacejelly]

Some of my opinions, in no particular order

golf courses should be abolished. mini golf can stay. actual golf? no. golf courses take up so much water to maintain their grass, grass which, btw, is a monoculture and bad for wildlife. the area that golf courses take up could be used for affordable housing, or natural areas left to grow with wild native plants that are better for the insect populations. but nooo, we gotta use all this land so that stuck up rich people can play the most boring game ever invented. bullshit.

the police should be abolished. i would settle for defunding but really they just need to go.

children are people, treat them as such. kids have thoughts and feelings that are just as real and valid as yours.

on a similar vein, you are allowed to not want children, but that doesn't give you a free pass to hate kids or be mean to kids. they didnt ask to be here, be kind.

there should be a maximum wage. after a certain point, there is no amount of labour you could possibly do to Earn that much money. your workers earned that money, and you are stealing it from them.

there is a difference between millionaires and billionaires. when i say eat the rich im not talking about actors and musicians, im talking about people who are directly responsible for poverty, hunger, suffering, and homelessness around the world. people who hoard obscene amounts of wealth that No One could ever hope to spend in an entire lifetime and simply watch while minimum wage workers struggle to put food on the table and the elderly freeze in their homes.

sex ed should start in primary school, at an age-appropriate level. if kids are old enough to ask questions about sex, they are old enough to learn about it in a safe environment. they should be taught correct anatomical names for body parts (penis, vulva, vagina, etc.).

there should be more research into autism and ADHD in adults, this shit doesn't just go away when you grow up.

diagnostic criteria for disabilities, disorders, and mental health conditions should be written by people who have or have had these conditions. how is someone supposed to know if they have autism, for example, if the symptoms are written from the perspective of someone who has never experienced it?? doesn't make any fucking sense.

hostile architecture should be illegal. unhoused people deserve a place to sleep. or better yet, give them houses. there are literal studies done that prove that housing people saves the government money in the long run, so why aren't we doing that? make it make sense

edit: updated to add more clarity to the golf thing. didn't explain that one well enough and left some people confused

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

Just seeing the sheer amount of western "intellectuals" justifying, ignoring or even glorifying the undefensible these past few years since october 7th just makes me think about the careless people quote from the great gatsby, and it all just seems completely lost on them. I see people so convinced of their own intelligence and moral highground that they don't realize they are a walking talking contradictory hypocrite. It's the same thing as western intellectuals back in the day propagandizing for the soviet union before the fall of the berlin wall when they couldnt deny the human rights violations anymore, the same as that same batch of intellectuals glorifying the mao cultural revolution that killed millions before they couldnt deny the atrocities anymore. It's a pattern that keeps repeating because they seem to value their beautiful sounding ideas way more than the horrible reality they create, only because they have the luxury of never coming face to face with them. It's the same as rich people wanting to defund the police (instead of reforming/bettering it) while they themselves live in safe gated communities where they won t feel the consequences of it. The cheering on of hamas as 'liberation' while they are actively oppressing the palestinians that they claim to care about it's just-

"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made."

Exactly this. sorry for being so negative but looking at the world rn makes my heart sink, and i'm not even jewish myself, if this is how i feel i can't imagine how actual jews and israelis must feel

God, I couldn’t agree more - too many people glorify or celebrate the most horrific things because they’re not happening on their doorstep and they have the luxury of being removed from it all. Most of them have never known what it’s like to experience that kind of trauma and fear, to live a life under constant threat. It’s ignorance born from the privilege of safety. They’ll chant “Globalise the Intifada” and “Oct 7 was Resistance” because they can’t even fathom the horror of being blown up by a suicide bomber or gang raped and murdered by militants or held hostage and tortured for months simply for the ‘crime’ of where they live. It’s not something they’ve ever had to confront the reality of. They’ll even ignore the people they claim to care so very much about when they contradict their narrative. They treat actual human beings like characters in a story, to be easily categorised into “This Side is Good so nothing they do can ever be bad” vs “This Side is Evil so everything they suffer is because they deserve it.”