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Street Glow, Los Angeles -- August 11th, 2024

Etsy

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dear usamerican high schoolers looking for a way to resist fascism: sit through the pledge of allegiance.

no getting up. no looking at the flag.

everyone will be looking at you. you'll be sweating like a fucking hippopotamus. your teacher will sternly tell you to get up. you'll feel stupid and that maybe its not worth it because you're just a kid in a classroom. but I'm here to remind you that there are no real life consequences to detention. there are however real life consequences to resisting a thoughtless performance of nationalism.

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A statement. Great. He didn't want to stick around, but Gloria was dead, and he was probably the last person to see her alive. He owed her a statement. If it could help, he'd give it. But he still wanted to get out of there. Preferably before his mom showed up.

The bigger issue was being careful with what he said. He got the drugs from a trusted source. From his best friend. He couldn't rat. Whoever Calvin got his goods from, though... that was a different story. He had to talk to Calvin about what happened, and find out as much as he could. He had to make sense of all of this. Why did it affect Gloria but not him? Maybe she had taken something else that she got from someone else. Or maybe Calvin needed a heads up about a bad batch.

But he considered for a moment that it could be something else entirely. He didn't want to think about his friend like that, but he was a dealer, after all. What if it was on purpose?

He looked to nurse Mike, whose voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"uh... yeah, I guess so. Just... thinking about what happened... you know, trying to get my facts straight."

Nick nodded in understanding. He knew the risks of drugs. He knew that every time he shot up, it could be his last. There was risk of overdose, of dead veins, diseases, and organ failure. That didn't mean he could help it. He tried to stay clean and it never worked. He'd probably die young even if he got clean.

He wanted to cry for Gloria, but another man came in. This one was a cop. He wasn't usually so thrilled to see a cop, but this one came with the promise of freedom. Good. He hadn't done anything. But he doubted that it meant he was free to leave the hospital. He wasn't sure if the discovery of Gloria was enough to write off the psych eval. He felt it should be. But he wasn't going to wait around to find out. As soon as his hands were free and the coast was clear, he'd find a way to escape. He'd need a distraction, probably.

He watched Briggs remove the cuffs and offered him his charming, innocent smile. "Thanks," he said.

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hey so Los Angeles is in crisis right now.

Multiple concurrent wildfires are happening, two of which are extremely devastating. The Palisades Fire, which at this time is the deadliest wildfire in LA history, has burned 18 square miles worth of land and destroyed over 1,000 structures. The Eaton Fire has burned over 10,000 acres. And the Santa Ana winds are rapidly escalating the fires to where containment at this time is borderline nonexistent and firefighters are at a loss for what to do. People have died. The air is extremely hard to breathe from smoke. Elderly, disabled and transient populations are at great risk. Even 20 miles south and 30 miles west of the Palisades and Eaton Fires, the smoke is so bad that there are air quality alerts and the moon is red at night. These have been called “catastrophic urban firestorms” and the people affected need your compassion.

If you are directly affected by the Eaton or Palisades Fires, here is a list of safe evacuation centers:

photo credit: Adelettes2 on Twitter/X (retrieved from Google)

The DreamCenter is also taking evacuees.

I’ll reblog when I can with more information for shelters but in the meantime please signal boost and add your own information if and when possible.

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In the spirit of new beginnings, if we've never interacted before, this is your invitation to invade my inbox.

Or message me to plot out the future of our muses! This could be the year our muses become the best of friends, the most passionate of lovers, or the most bitter of rivals.

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Advice if you love/care about an addict but they're not ready for abstinence. This is meeting people where they're at- the most important part of harm reduction

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Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

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"Yeah, I guess. But you tried. For what it's worth, I think you did a pretty good job. Your kids can make mistakes and know that you'll still love them and be there for them," Nick shrugged, climbing out of the truck.

He crossed the parking lot to take a look at the menu posted on the side of the truck. Tacos sounded good, but so did tamales. He was happy with anything, really.

"Hey, Nick!"

Cordell is just very casually here at the end of Nick's shift at the restaurant. No ulterior motives or anything crazy like that.

"So, I heard that Mom and Dad are watching the twins and Stella and Geri are off having a little girls' night so that leaves you and me with no plans. What do you say we go do something?"

Nick was shocked that Cordell would take this free time to spend with him instead of his husband. Even if he had stepped up since getting Stella pregnant, he was certain that Cordell still wasn't very fond of him, and he didn't blame the man for that. He was, however, happy to hear that Stella was getting a girls night, and that he didn't have to watch the twins alone. It was important that they spend time with their great - grandparents anyway.

"Oh, um... sure, yeah. That could be cool," he smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

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Nick blushed and looked down. "yeah... that sounds like stuff I'll end up doing," he sighed. "but I'm not sure I'd have a good excuse like you do. I'm just a waiter. Pretty sure my boss will give me time off for important things." It helped that his boss was his children's grandfather. But he still didn't know where he'd be or what he'd do by time they reached kindergarten.

He was more worried about the eventuality of relapse. He wouldn't forget the gifts. He'd use the money to get drugs instead. Not now, but he knew that relapse was part of the life of an addict.

"Hey, Nick!"

Cordell is just very casually here at the end of Nick's shift at the restaurant. No ulterior motives or anything crazy like that.

"So, I heard that Mom and Dad are watching the twins and Stella and Geri are off having a little girls' night so that leaves you and me with no plans. What do you say we go do something?"

Nick was shocked that Cordell would take this free time to spend with him instead of his husband. Even if he had stepped up since getting Stella pregnant, he was certain that Cordell still wasn't very fond of him, and he didn't blame the man for that. He was, however, happy to hear that Stella was getting a girls night, and that he didn't have to watch the twins alone. It was important that they spend time with their great - grandparents anyway.

"Oh, um... sure, yeah. That could be cool," he smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

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MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.

all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.

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If they had a kid meme

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