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One of the fun parts of having a black cat is trying to figure out which nondescript black shape is the cat. They're also remarkably hard to see when you've just come in from outside, or decide to curl up in a black office chair.

This thought is brought to you by the time Jasper nearly got sat on by Mom when he curled up in her office chair.

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Flowers in Bloom

Chapter 4: House

After dinner, I arrived home with my leftovers. Of course, Alex's dumb ass was too busy playing Fortnite with his friends to notice. 

“Bueno pues ni un buenas noches ni un vete a la chingada.” I snapped. (Not even a good evening or a go fuck yourself.) 

“Well, damn. Why did you come home so late?” Alex asked as he removed his headset. 

“I was at dinner with my family.” I sighed as I set the plate of leftovers down. I really didn’t want to argue with him tonight. I had a long day at work and I was sleepy. 

“Why didn’t you invite me?” He asked me. 

“I did. You said you were tired from work and I didn’t want to bother you.” I have a feeling he wants to fight but I’m not entertaining that tonight. 

“Did you at least bring me some food?” Alex looked at my plate. 

“No, those are my leftovers.” I told him. 

“Damn, you don’t love me, do you?” He asked me, shaking his head. 

“I’m going to bed.” I told him as I got up the steps of the apartment. 

“Can you at least make me a quesadilla or something?” 

“Order takeout or something, I don’t know.” I huffed as I walked higher up the stairs. 

“She’s fucking useless.” He muttered. 

At some point those words used to hurt but now, it didn’t even matter anymore. I went to our room. It was a mess as usual. His cat’s litter box was full and reeked while my cat’s was clean. I rolled my eyes and set up the litter box to automatically clean itself. I wasn’t in the mood to try to clean it tonight. 

“Tezcatlipoca!” I shouted for my cat. I saw two green eyes pop out from the bottom of the bed as my chunky black cat jumped up on the bed. Callie, the sweet calico cat Alex owned, was nowhere to be found. 

Tez purred as he sat by me as I removed my shoes and started to get undressed down to my underwear before I turned my back to unhook my bra and pull my moo moo on. I laid down on the bed, Tez deciding he was gonna knead biscuits on my stomach. 

“You’re the only man who hasn’t disappointed me.” I sighed as I petted him. “Outside of the Smokestack twins and my brothers. And my dad.” 

Tez purred and I saw as Callie sat at the foot of the bed. She seemed happy to see me. 

“Good night, you two.” I told them. 

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I was hanging laundry to dry as a little girl lifted a sheet to smile at me. She was beautiful, with milky pale skin, big blue eyes and dark hair. I laughed as I finished hanging clothes and went after her. She couldn’t have been more than two. 

“Mama! Mama!” She shouted in joy as I was pretending to chase her through a field of tall grass. She was wearing a small light blue dress. I caught her, hugging her, tightly, burying my face into her little curls. 

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The next morning, I woke up with horrible nausea and a headache from hell. There was no way I got food poisoning that quickly. My stomach churned as I thought of my dream. I barely had periods thanks to my PCOS and barely had sex at this point. Alex had begged me up and down for a kid but as soon as I got pregnant the first time, he started to ignore me and didn’t seem all that interested in the pregnancy. 

I had a miscarriage at seven weeks and felt relieved. At first, Alex acted like he was sad and was more affectionate than usual. It lasted a few months before he went ignoring me and messaging girls on OnlyFans. 

I took a deep breath and decided to take a pregnancy test. Just to be on the safe side. After a few tense minutes, my heart sank as two lines popped up on the screen. Fuck. I don’t want this. I don’t fucking want this. 

I had been drinking last night. And I didn’t even remember when my last period was. Well, I’m making an appointment to Planned Parenthood as soon as possible and getting back on birth control. 

“Babe?” Alex looked at me and then looked at the test. “Are you-” 

I made a face. “What do you think?” This was bad. 

“That’s….nice I guess.” He told me. “So….I guess I’ll wait to get excited when I see this one sticking.” 

That hurt. Alex doesn’t even care. But I won’t tell him what I’m planning on doing. 

“Whatever.” I told him. “I have to go to work anyway.” I shove him aside as I start to get dressed. 

“Didn’t you want a kid?” Alex looked at me from the bathroom. 

“Not with you.” I told him. 

“The fuck does that mean?” Alex snapped at me, crossing his arms against his chest. 

“Did you hear yourself? ‘I’ll get excited when this one sticks’. Geez, way to blame me for something that wasn’t my fault in the first place.” I changed into my work uniform 

“I mean I didn’t want to get excited and you lose it again. Then I got my hopes up for nothing.” He said as I threw on my socks and shoes. 

“Just stop talking. I’m going to work.” I told him as I walked down the stairs. I’m ready to leave his ass at this point. 

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sucks that "incel" is just like a generic insult now synonymous with "virgin" bc if people had much of an idea of what incel ideology actually entails, we could have a conversation about radical feminism being quite literally, beat for beat, incel shit for girls

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if you an adult learn to take sex criticism. Y'all be 26 giving out wack head cause you refused to listen in ya freshmen year of college that you not suppose to bite it like that. You 28 still just sticking dry penis in a dry hole saying “oh..you tight” NOT AROUSED!!!

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Master List for Flowers in Bloom

This is my Modern! Sinners AU fic that focuses more on the Sinners cast and the Cardenas siblings (OCs) antics and their everyday lives while they also try to avoid getting turned into vampires and/or vampire food by Remmick and co.

Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mazahua-baddie/786922107369062400/flowers-in-bloom?source=share

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/mazahua-baddie/787080867926409216/flowers-in-bloom

Chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/mazahua-baddie/787198711805657088/flowers-in-bloom

Chapter 4: https://www.tumblr.com/mazahua-baddie/787290879076581376/flowers-in-bloom?source=share

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Flowers in Bloom

Chapter 3: Plan

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“So aren't Ren Fairs some white people shit?” Smoke asked as we were all in the private room of the family restaurant, Las Adelitas. 

“Yeah but other people like fantasy stuff too.” Stack responded. “Also think about it, we're gonna be promoting business. We got Violet's little cousin making our costumes. I wanna look like a medieval pimp by the way.”

Annie and Mary rolled their eyes as Laurel was laughing and taking notes on her iPad.  

“So how exactly we promoting business?” Annie asked as she was putting more salsa on her al pastor tacos. 

“We're selling food. And alcohol.” Stack was grinning from ear to ear. 

“What kind of food?” Annie raised a brow. 

“Well, I have this Elder Scrolls cookbook. My cousin, Annie, Violet, and I were taste testing recipes the other day and some of them are solid.” Patricia placed a book on the table. 

Mary asked the waiter for a salsa refill. Ramiro was asking the waiter for another round of the giant choriqueso dip. 

“Which recipes were the good ones?” Pearline asked as the waiter gave her the ACP with extra cheese and pico de gallo. 

“Chicken dumplings, the honey nut treat…” There were snickers from my brothers and the twins. “The twice baked potatoes and the leek and potato crostata and also the meat skewers.” Laurel looked up from her phone. 

“Sounds good. I was thinking we could have a soup or two considering it’s fall.” Patricia spoke up. “And we all love Annie’s gumbo. Not medieval but that shit is good.” 

“You gonna buy the ingredients?” Annie raised a brow. 

“I would sell my left kidney for one bowl of your gumbo, Annie.” Patricia chuckled. “And I mean it.” 

“Alright then. We need another cook because I’m not sure I can make some of this stuff.” Annie drank a bit of her wine cooler. 

“I’ll help you.” Patricia shifted in her seat. “And y’all get to have my potato soup with government cheese and three slice bacon.” 

“Why is it three slice bacon?” Pearline raised a brow. 

“It’s just bacon but you can’t tell if it’s turkey, pork or beef. I throw in all three.” Patricia smiled. “Also I use cheddar these days but that yellow cheese hit the spot when we didn’t have anything else.” 

“That sounds good.” Pearline started to eat. 

“So I started to design costumes that we could wear. So I was thinking that Patricia, Violet, Ramiro, and I could do like early Middle Ages, Pearline, Sammie, Annie, and Hernan could do like the medieval part of the Middle Ages, and then Mary, Smoke, Stack, and Cornbread can do the time period closer to the Late Middle Ages.” Laurel was smiling. “They’ll get to be all bedazzled and stuff.” 

“Hell yeah, I’ll buy whatever you need to make me look like I would have been a rich motherfucker.” Stack chuckled as he was tearing into his enchiladas suizas.  

“Purple and gold.”| Laurel chuckled as she was scribbling something on her iPad. “You wanna match him, Mary?” 

“Like you’d have to ask, hon. Of course.” Mary smiled as she was digging into her shrimp cocktail. “Just make me look better than him.” 

“Well, I’m down for whatever. Hell, make me look like a peasant so I can show people that I still look good in rags.” Patricia grinned as she was grabbing chips from her shared basket with Ramiro. 

“Alright, I’ll make sure to get the ugliest and scratchiest fabric at JoAnn’s.” Laurel looks at us. “Also if y’all want a say in your clothes, I’m going to JoAnns tomorrow so y’all better come or I’m picking out everything.”

“I’m going with you.” I told her as I finished off my chile colorado. (It’s a chicken dish with red sauce, rice, and beans.) 

“Me too.” Pearline spoke up. 

“Yeah, me too.” Mary finished her food. 

“I guess Patricia and I will focus on cooking. I’ll see if Ms. Cardenas wants to help.” Annie shook her head as she was finishing off her food. “I know sweet Laurel here has a good taste in fabrics, y’all just rude.” 

“I’m not rude, I just have a vision for my dress.” Pearline crossed her arms. “I just don’t have Laurel’s talents.” 

“I love my little cuz but I also want to at least see what color my dress will be.” I told her. 

“I just want to go out with my girls.” Mary shrugged. 

We then continue to eat in relative quiet as Sammie, Stack, and Smoke were discussing what kind of drinks to sell with my brothers. 

“Obviously, beer. Oldest alcohol in the world.” Ramiro told them. 

“Wine ain’t bad either. I would say a red and a white wine, one sweet and one dry for each.” Hernan told them. 

“That’s not a bad idea.” Smoke looked at Hernan. “But Sammie was saying that there’s something they sell in the bigger cities. If we can get that, we’ll be making bank. He said it’s called mead.” 

I thought of a relatively simple dress design. 

“Hey, Laurel.” I told her. She looked up from her thick rimmed glasses. 

“What’s up?” She asked me. 

“So can you draw on that?” I point to her iPad. 

“Yeah, why?” She asked me. 

“I have an idea.” I told her. “For my dress. I think I saw this dress in a show or something.” 

“Okay, spill.” She told me as she grabbed her stylus. 

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This is one of those true, declassified government things that always sounds made up but one of the things Henry Kissinger did with his career was use the CIA to help turn small, prosperous socialist nations into fascist dictatorships just to keep those nations powerless and possibly to keep socialist systems *looking* doomed and futile to the American public, like maybe just to scare Americans out of demanding better infrastructure or universal income. Yes it sounds like an insane conspiracy theory a maniac would invent. It also happened multiple times and several generations of people around the world are still living in misery because of it.

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Flowers in Bloom

Chapter 2: Relation

Author's Note: Meant to have this out yesterday but your girl has the flu :( Also thanks for all the notes y'all

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We decided to leave the discussion of what we’ll be doing for the Ren fair for later. For now, it’s time to celebrate my middle brother’s birthday. We decided to clear out the porch outside for some dancing. I watched as Sammie was going through his phone’s playlist with Ramiro.

My dad, uncle, Delta, and Cornbread were drinking and sitting on the lawn chairs. My mom, Terese, and my aunt were making mixed drinks in the outdoor bar. Laurel and the younger kids were doing something on Laurel’s iPad.

Finally, they agreed to a song. Annie pushed Smoke to our makeshift dance floor and Mary grabbed Stack to the floor.

“C’mon, Ramiro.” Patricia and him walked it.

“What’s up?” It was Bo at the wooden picket fence. “We were trying to close shop early but we were busy!” Grace waved as she was holding two bottles of wine.

“You’re fine, come in!” Stack spoke up as they were dancing.

Hernan grabbed my arm. “Since your boyfriend doesn’t wanna come, I’ll take you out to dance.”

“Fine by me.” I smiled as we went to the dance floor. My dad hates Alex anyway. To be fair, I don’t think he has ever liked one of my boyfriends.

The song changes to a cumbia.

“This was Ramiro, wasn’t it?” I asked Hernan as we change dance steps accordingly.

“Oh, yeah.” He spins me around. Mary was laughing as Stack was holding her in one arm. Pearline and Sammie were unsure of what they were doing but were getting a lesson from Patricia and Ramiro.

“They’re so cute together.” I look back at my brother. “When do you find he’s gonna ask her?”

“Hmmm……I give it about a year or two.” Pearline was laughing as Sammie spun her around.

“So, cuando vas a dejar al cacas?” (When are you leaving that shitty boyfriend?) Hernan asked me.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m getting there.” I sighed. I wasn’t going to say more. My brothers and neither of the twins liked him. Hell, the twins asked me if I was sure that I wanted to date that. Even Mary, who we had to pull aside ourselves a few times before, asked me if I was good.

“You deserve better, ‘mana.” (diminutive slang for hermana which means sister) Hernan sighed as the song switched. “This song is too weird to dance with my sister.” It was a slow dance.

“Agreed.” We head back to the porch. Hernan wasn’t wrong.

“What do you see him in at this point?” Hernan asked me.

“Honestly, nothing. I’m just waiting for him to say he’s sick of me.” I sat down next to him. Maybe something better will come along eventually.

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Remmick's POV

Remmick groaned as he pressed the ice pack to his “sunburned” shoulder.

“They got you, didn’t they?” One of his followers, a descendant of his sister's named Katrina, asked him as she bought another ice pack and some aloe gel to him.

“Almost, if it won’t for y’all, I’d be tellin’ my life story to my ancestors.” Remmick leaned against the couch. The Choctaw vampire hunters were on to him after his stunt at their rez.

He closed his eyes.

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“She is not there. And her new ancestors won't let us see her.” The Fire Keeper was smiling as he told him that.

Remmick groaned. “You're lyin’!”

“Why would I lie to you? You're holding my life in your hands.” The Fire Keeper shook his head.

“I just want to see my wife and daughter again and you're the only thing standing between me and that!”

“You're dead. Your tie to the veil is gone. And she is not there.” The man spoke in a calm tone.

“TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!”

“As if I would tell you. She deserves to live the life she never lived. The life that was stolen from her thanks to your cowardice.”

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They left Remmick alone when they were out in public but the one time he bothered to hunt outside of the city, they almost got him.

“Well, I have some news for you.” Another follower, a tall guy named Johnny, handed him

“What kinda news? As ya can tell, I’m kinda busy.” Remmick took the ice pack away from his shoulder. The only thing that would heal him was blood and he couldn’t go hunting with the vampire hunters around. Not even with his daywalking jewelry.

“There’s going to be a Renaissance fair in a few days. Might bring your old ass back to your times.” Katrina smiled.

“Well, you know that does me no good.” Remmick sighed.

“More food, more members for our little family, and of course you could volunteer for the music shows.” Katrina showed him a flyer. “You'd be in your element.”

“You're right.” Remmick got up. “But I can't walk ‘round looking like I lost a pub fight. You're gonna have to get your ol' uncle Remmy somethin’ to feed on.”

Katrina made a face. “I'll find something. Just worry about figuring out what you'll be singing. We'll figure out the rest.”

“Then get to it. I ain't got all day.” Remmick looked at her, a huge grin on his face.

Katrina sighed, shaking her head. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

“Keep it up and I will” Remmick sat up.

“I have garlic on standby.” Katrina shouted as she walked away. Remmick hoped he would be able to find his wife again. And this time he would never let her go.

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how is it that after more than twenty months, four countries being bombed, more than a hundred thousand dead, and thousands more missing we're still debating whether or not israel has the right to exist?

how can a 'state' that is actively murdering children and blowing up hospitals and refugee camps ever be considered legitimate?

it is immoral, inhumane, and downright cruel to support the zionist entity in any way. most of us live in countries that were once colonised. shouldn't we stand in solidarity with people who are currently colonised?

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katniss’s first memory of Peeta happens with baby clothes:

She tries to sell the last things she can to survive. When no one buys, she drops Prim’s old clothing in a muddle puddle and leaves them there. She’s too weak to survive, too weak to kneel down and pick them up. She gave up. She was going to let the community home take them— give in to the one thing she had fought so hard to prevent:

Then, Peeta tosses her the bread. She doesn’t tell us if she goes back for the threadbare clothing, she instead runs home to Prim.

He didn’t just save her life, he saved Katniss’s reason to live: preventing Prim from getting taken to the community home.

If we examine this more generally as a metaphor:

Katniss had given up on kids. She dropped the last hope she had about having children in that mud puddle. She spent all day in front of adults, none of whom spared her any food or help. She realized she could not care for herself, never mind a child. The only person who helped her reclaim her position as protector was Peeta.

She was forced to leave the dream of caring for the child behind until Peeta arrived. Until the bread.

So it makes sense he would ask for a child and ensure the safety to care for them in the epilogue. It’s her going back for the baby clothes. Only now, she’s not too weak to pick them back up.

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who’s ready to talk about how wicked is one of the few examples of a love triangle that is actually a triangle

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Big day for these guys.

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"but the text never explicitly stated it!!!" hey, so that's actually what they tried to teach you in those english classes you barely passed 😁

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Annie telling Smoke "I'll see you soon." makes me think some part of her knew he wasn't going to live much longer... that she wouldn't be without him for long. That they'd be together with their little girl soon...