#They don’t share the same protections and privileges for a reason

[soon-palestine]

as an american citizen, you have the right to assemble. the police and other governmental agencies violate this right through mass arrests, illegal use of force, criminalization of protest and other means that threaten our right to free expression.

DO NOT TALK TO THE POLICE:

they are not your friends. they are not there to protect you, regardless of your race. their presence there is to protect the interests of the state.

what to do if you are detained or stopped by the police:

do not resist, even if you think they are violating your rights.

calmly ask someone to record.

ask if you’re free to leave. if you are, walk away.

how to stay safe during a protest:

write phone/legal aid numbers on your body. bring a sharpie for others to do this.

ALWAYS use the buddy system. don’t be selfish & stick to your own friend group. if you see someone alone, invite them into your circle.

don’t know where to seek legal aid?

before attending/during a protest, visit http://nlg.org/chapters/#massdefense.

NLG chapters are organized into regions. find. your region and write their number on your body.

encourage others around you to write that same number on their body.

4. if you are threatened with or under arrest:

you have the right to know why you’re being arrested. calmly ask. if they refuse to provide a reason, stay quiet and ask for legal representation immediately.

do not give any information or sign anything without a lawyer present.

what to do with your phone during a protest:

put your phone on airplane mode

disable face ID/touch, replace with 6-digit passcode instead

spreading awareness is great but avoid posting photos of people that include identifying features.

police want everyone to leave the area, what should that look like:

shutting down a protect through a dispersal order must be the last resort for police.

a clear danger must be present.

police must give adequate time for protesters to disperse and an exit route.

what are your rights if you’re being stopped or detained by police:

you do not have to consent to you or your belongings being searched. if you consent, anything can be used against you in court.

police can conduct a “pat down” if they suspect you have a weapon.

if you see someone being detained, what should you do:

record the interaction. police can not demand to view or delete any footage without a warrant.

use calming affirmations towards the person being detained. they are likely scared. be there for them.

use whatever privilege you have to protect others.

if you see a disabled person struggling, offer to help. find medics to assist people experiencing anxiety or having a panic attack. if you see a BIPOC being harassed, surround them.

personal note on using your privilege: i have seen white people, countless times, place themselves in front of BIPOC when police draw weapons/approach protests. it often works.

do not be a person that just acknowledges their privilege, use it for good.

10. remember that we protect us. ignite this chant as a reminder to everyone present if you have to. communities are supposed to help one another. don’t be a sell out, offer support, share resources, food and water. be a kind soul.

if you can not participate in a protest for whatever reason, you can still help! drop-off supplies! (water bottles, allergy-friendly foods/snacks with ingredients labels on them, sharpies, cards with legal aid numbers on them, masks, makeup remover wipes, hand sanitizer, etc)

sources/disclaimer: main source:

@ACLU and my own opinions. this is not legal advice. consult legal representation if you are in need of assistance.

stay safe, be on the right side of history. black lives matter, no one is illegal, we protect us, land back, all oppression is connected and free palestine. 🇵🇸

[katsu28]

hiii request for jamie tartt here🫡 i loved ur recent fic sm!!! could you maybe do the acacia flower or sunflower prompt? in my head i see hiding their relationship bc reader is a teammates sibling, but oopsie someone got heart eyes and started rambling haha

or literally anything else is fine too if this doesn’t strike your fancy lol<3 tysm!!!

hello!! i loved this so much, u are a gem for requesting it <3

acacia: a hidden relationship + sunflower: drunken rambling about their adoration, jamie tartt x kent!reader (no physical descriptors so imagine whatever sibling type u want!), 2k

“Are you sure we can’t tell him about us?” Jamie’s voice from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror pulled you away from your book and you glanced over at him. 

This was a question he posed to you all the time, and every single time, your answer was the same—though getting more creative with the details with every occurance. 

“Do you want my brother to gouge your eyeballs out? Cut off your dick? Possibly murder you?” 

Jamie paled, freezing in place. “Not particularly.” 

“Then no, we can’t tell Roy we’re seeing each other.” You picked up your book again, ready to resume your reading, but Jamie let out a noise resembling that of a kicked puppy’s whine. His shoulders slumped and he trudged over to you, throwing himself down on the bed in front of your crossed legs. 

Setting your book aside for good this time, you watched him make himself comfortable with his head in your lap, cheek pressed against your thigh as he looked up at you with the puppy dog eyes to match his previous whine. 

“I hate all the secrets. I have to lie to him, straight to his scary face, every fuckin’ day. D’you know how stressful that is? How stressed I am?” He huffed. You bumped your knuckles against his chin affectionately.

It wasn’t fair, Jamie having to face Roy and lie everyday when you had to do it a tad less often, but it was a necessary evil. One day, you’d tell your brother, but first you had to figure out how. 

This, among other reasons, were the downsides to being in a secret relationship with Jamie. There were tons of upsides too, no doubt about it. 

You had the privilege of seeing a softer, sweeter side of him that was reserved only for you, but you couldn’t go out in public with him. Nights in were your favorite dates, but sometimes you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant and eat expensive food and share a dessert with your boyfriend without needing to worry about the tabloids having a field day of it all. 

You could already see the headlines if the press ever caught wind of your relationship—AFC Ricmond Star Jamie Tartt Bags Manager Roy Kent’s Sister. They’d stir shit up, claim that Jamie was only with you because your brother was in a position of power over him and who knows what else. 

Most of all, you certainly couldn’t let Roy find out you were seeing one of his players, especially not Jamie fucking Tartt. They were friends now, but he’d always been overly protective of his sisters ever since you were all kids. He’d throw a fit and probably kill Jamie, then you. Well, he probably wouldn’t go that far, but you’d definitely be on his bad side until he got over himself. And you loved your brother to death, but he was a dickhead sometimes. 

“I’m gonna get early wrinkles, love. You don’t want me to have those, do ya?” 

“I think you’d look adorable with wrinkles. Like a cute little old man.” You dotted a kiss to his forehead, attempting to smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows with your thumb. 

“That’s not funny.” 

“It’s a bit funny.” 

“Right, since you obviously don’t appreciate my problems, I’m off.” Jamie heaved himself off the bed, forcing out a rather overexaggerated sigh. You smiled innocently at him and he rolled his eyes, his own soft smile still on his face. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before heading for the door. “Dunno when I’ll be back but don’t wait up for me, yeah?” 

“Have fun, my love. I’ll just be here, thinking about you with wrinkles.” 

“Still not funny!” 

The Greyhounds were out in full swing tonight. Colin had somehow managed to book an entire pub for a whole night so they could drink and have a good time without being swarmed by the press vying for any morsel of gossip about one of the best up and coming Premier League clubs. Good friends, good food, even better beer—what more could anyone ask for? 

Jamie had been taking full advantage of it. That, paired with the fact that he no longer had to follow that god awful diet that deprived him of his beloved ice cold beverage, had led him to where he was right now, leaning heavily against the bar, drunk off his ass due to some sort of drinking game Jan Maas had insisted on teaching him. 

See, tipsy Jamie was fun. Very generous, would offer to buy a round or two, good for a few funny stories the next day. Absolutely pissed Jamie was a textbook oversharer. He didn’t make much sense, so everyone just mumbled a ‘very cool, mate!’ or something of the sort, made sure he didn’t topple over—those kinds of things. 

Roy was nursing his own beer next to Jamie tonight, half-listening in contained amusement as the Mancunian babbled on and on about someone. Who the fuck it was, Roy had no idea, but it was good entertainment and had soon garnered the attention of the rest of the team. Maybe this could be another one of those funny stories they could joke about in the locker room tomorrow. 

“She don’t look anythin’ like you, thank god. Imagine—imagine that! A lady Roy. Shit’s mad!” Jamie mused, amber beer spilling over the lip of the pint. “Nah, she’s the prettiest and the funniest and the coolest person ever and I love her.” 

“Who the fuck are you talkin ‘bout, bruv?” Isaac asked incredulously, looking just as amused as everyone else.

“Mate, I’m talkin’ ‘bout me girlfriend,” Jamie said very as-a-matter-of-factly, like they should’ve known that. “Duh.” 

“You’ve got a girlfriend? Since fucking when?” 

Jamie counted off on his fingers, scrunching his nose in thought. “Erm…four, five months? Maybe six?” He shook his head quickly, correcting himself. “No, not six. Would’ve done something special for six, wouldn’t I?” 

“First I’m hearing of it. How ‘bout you boys, did you know Jamie had a girlfriend?” Isaac asked, looking around. A chorus of ‘no’s and similar answers sounded amongst the others. Jamie’s brow furrowed. “It’s settled then. Who’s got the heart of the great Jamie Tartt?” 

“Good rhyme, boyo!” Colin chimed in, clapping his best friend on the back. 

Isaac looked proud of himself. “Whoa. I’m a fucking poet and I didn’t even know it.” He accepted another few praises before turning his attention back to Jamie, who looked like he was thinking really long and hard about something. “Okay, back to you. Tell us about her.” 

“I don’t even know where t’start, man,” Jamie sighed happily, resting his chin in his palm. “She’s kind and warm and—and she knows me better than anyone. It’s like…it’s like she’s an angel.” 

It was kind of weird, hearing Jamie be so open about his feelings for another person. He’d always been one to play things close to the vest, so that’s how they knew things with this secret girlfriend had to be serious. 

Sam beamed, happy as ever that his friend had found someone special. “Surely the angel from above has a name? Maybe one of us knows her?”

“Y/N.” 

The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Roy, who looked like he was about to start punching dicks. 

“Y/N, like…Roy’s sister, that Y/N?” Sam replied hesitantly, drawing pointed looks from every single one of his teammates. “I’m just confirming! There are other people named Y/N in London, you know.” 

Jamie pointed in his teammate’s general direction, nodding aimlessly. “Yep, her. That’s my girl.” 

Roy stood from his seat without a word, grabbing Jamie under the arm and dragging him towards the door. 

“Hey man, what the fuck are you—” 

“Just fucking shut up, will you?” 

“Okay.” 

You were about to call it quits on finishing your book and turn in for the night when the doorbell rang. When you went to open it, you definitely weren’t expecting to see your brother standing on your doorstep, practically carrying your half asleep boyfriend and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“Your prick boyfriend got proper pissed. Where do I put him?” 

So Roy knew. And judging by the way Jamie was swaying on his feet, you guessed that he’d been the one to let the cat out of the bag. 

“Erm, couch is fine. I’ll get him settled later.” You opened the door a little wider to let them in and Roy grunted his acknowledgement, hauling Jamie over to the couch and promptly dumping him onto the cushions.

Jamie didn’t even flinch when his face hit the pillows, instead just letting out a dreamy sort of sigh and smacking his lips together without even opening his eyes. You were the one to roll him over onto his side, nudging the dustbin right near his head before covering him with a blanket. 

“How much did he drink?” You asked, smoothing the walnut mist strands away from his eyes. 

“Too fucking much, that’s how much.” Roy grumbled. He wandered over towards a different area of your flat, not wanting to wake Jamie. “Jan Maas taught him a Dutch drinking game, except that fucker can actually hold his alcohol.” 

You cast a fond glance back at your boyfriend, smiling softly at his peaceful face. “Yeah, this one can’t really drink much anymore. Said it’s because of your training regimen, the no beer thing.” 

“Of fucking course you’d know.” 

“I assume Jamie told you about us.” You said quietly, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of your jumper instead of looking at Roy. Another vague low noise of acknowledgement from him, though it sounded a bit more strained this time. “If it helps you come to terms, Jamie’s been wanting to tell you for ages. I was the one who wanted to keep it under wraps.” 

“Why?” 

You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head. “‘Cause I knew what you’d think. Knew what you’d have to say about it.” 

“Are you a mindreader?” 

“No.” 

“Then how would you know what I’d think?” 

“Oh come on, Roy, you don’t think I know how you are? You get…dickish. I still remember you scaring off poor Billy Montgomery in year nine!” 

“Billy Montgomery was a fucking wanker, that’s why.” 

“Yeah, I know that now,” You huffed, scowling. Roy raised an expectant brow at you. “You’ve always been outspoken about the people I date. I just—I didn’t want you to be that way with Jamie. I know you’ve had your differences, and I know you’ve made up, but…I dunno, I was just worried about what you’d think of us.” 

“Do you love him?” Roy asked stiffly. There was a tic going in the hard line of his jaw when he forced his gaze to yours, and it almost looked like he was in the middle of shitting a brick. If you hadn’t been so nervous about his reaction, you probably would’ve laughed. 

“I do. A lot, actually. He’s…everything I could’ve asked for. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.” 

“Then it shouldn’t fucking matter what I think.” Roy said. “Jamie makes you happy, and that is the only thing that matters.” 

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You’d been so worried about how you thought your brother was going to react to the news, you never stopped to consider that maybe Jamie wasn’t the only person who’d been working to change for the better. 

“Thank you, Roy.” 

Caught up in your heartfelt sibling talk, neither of you had noticed Jamie had woken up and stumbled over to the two of you until he gathered the two of you into a rather squished hug.

“My two favorite people, the Kent siblings! You guys are the best!” He slurred, nuzzling into the embrace. Roy let out a growl, but he patted Jamie’s back stiffly nonetheless. You had to stifle another laugh at how utterly uncomfortable he looked right now. “Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up—” 

“That’s it, I’m fucking leaving.” Roy shoved Jamie away from him, wiping his hands off on the front of his jacket and heading for the front door. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit and tell him he’s still got training tomorrow, I don’t care how shitty he feels!”

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[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Just a soft little fic of codywan sharing a moment in the rain :)

The rainforest fulfilled its promise as clouds gathered overhead and rain poured down. Obi-Wan and Cody had been waiting for their intel for hours, pacing between a triangle of trees.

They had agreed to meet with their source at coordinates two klicks inside the forest, and they had been waiting for hours, sitting by a makeshift fire to counteract the cool air. Obi-Wan had watched the sky as dark clouds rolled across the sky, “We should find somewhere to take cover while it passes.” He muttered as a drop of rain landed on his forehead.

Cody watched fondly as Obi-Wan blinked rapidly, smiled, and wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “Sure, General. I saw a cave just over there.” Cody pointed to where he could see it far in the horizon between the sweeping trunks of the tall trees.

“Ah perfect, Cody. You’ve always had a keen eye.” 

Cody watched Obi-Wan’s lips curl into a frown as they walked. He kept eyeing the sky like it had done something to personally offend him.

“Something wrong, Sir?” Cody asked, looking up through the leaves of the trees to see if there was something he had missed. 

“I’m afraid storms here can take a few hours. Our contact will be late, I’m sure.” Obi-Wan shrugged, then looked back toward the cave they were rapidly approaching, “I suppose we will have to wait.”

“We need the intel; I’m sure General Skywalker can hold things down at the base.” Cody replied, hoping his reassurance would do something to quell Obi-Wan’s concerns. Cody himself was unconcerned; he was not opposed to taking a few hours to sit and relax. The war was long, and brutal, and ever stretching him to his limits. He knew Obi-Wan felt the same, though he was less likely to admit that. 

Like Cody, Obi-Wan felt an urge to protect, and that urge led to pushing himself until every bit of his energy had all but dissipated. 

A few hours, alone in the forest, wasn’t a bad thing. If not for the reason of rest, Cody would never complain about more time with his General. Obi-Wan was a beacon of light in the darkness. He was a soul that glimmered like gold even on the cloudiest days. It was hardly something to ignore

They approached the cave with caution, Obi-Wan entering first with his lightsaber lit and eyes scanning over the features of the walls and loose stones for signs of life. He waved Cody in after a moment, and then went to sit on a flat rock close to the ground. Cody followed suit, sitting next to him on the ground. 

It was then the rain picked up, pulsing against the ground like raining blaster fire. “Quite the weather.” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle, “Can’t imagine I’d want to live here if it was just going to rain all day.”

Cody laughed, a smile creeping onto his face without permission, “What? You don’t like getting mud all over your kit? Don’t like your tunics soaked with water?” 

Obi-Wan shook his head and water droplets fell from his unruly auburn hair and trickled down the sides of his face into his beard. “I can’t say that I do.”

Easy silence fell over them, as if often did. Cody never considered himself one for small talk, and Obi-Wan never seemed to mind. They sat for several minutes, and Cody watched the rain splash into the mud.

For once, his mind was quiet, free from all the noise of blasters and the vode and the endless reminders of the next battle to come. He basked in it, letting his thoughts dissolve into nothingness for only a few seconds before they were back to Obi-Wan.

Copper hair and blue eyes.

But he wasn’t just that, he was intelligent and kind, more compassionate than Cody had been expecting when he’d first seen the General’s little glowing picture the day he was assigned to the 212th. Cody had grown to allow himself the occasional privilege of a moment of appreciation for him.

Obi-Wan looked out on the muddy forest, something between fondness and regret written on his face. Cody found him hard to read. 

“What are you thinking about?” Cody asked quietly, his voice only just loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain. 

“Thinking about? Oh, nothing really.” Obi-Wan answered too quickly with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 

“You’re lying.” Cody said pointedly, “Really, what’s on your mind?” 

Obi-Wan sighed, then turned where he sat on his stone, “Sometimes I wish I could enjoy moments like these more, but for some reason… I can’t.”

Cody wanted to say he already knew that, but restrained himself. “Why can’t you?” He asked instead.

Obi-Wan nearly snorted, “I’ve never been good at stopping. I hate when things hang over my head, just waiting for me to complete them. I suppose there will always be something I have to do.” The General shook his head.

“You’re right.” Cody said after a pause, because Obi-Wan was right about everything he’d said. But it didn’t have to be that way. “But what if you could learn to enjoy doing nothing?” 

Obi-Wan considered that for a moment, then offered a shrug, “I’m afraid I don’t have a teacher.” 

It was the invitation Cody had been waiting for, “I can teach you. Let’s start now.” He stood up, shucking his pack where it was still strung on his back, and pulled his bucket off of his head. “Come with me.” 

He held out his hand to Obi-Wan, whose eyebrows were raised, “Where are we going?” He asked as he took Cody’s hand, slotting their palms together like it was always meant to be that way to begin with.

“Out there. In the rain.” Cody clarified, and began to pull his arm. Obi-Wan made a noise of protest, “Oh, c’mon, we’re already soaked, what’s a little more water?” Cody offered a smile, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks when Obi-Wan shook his head in defeat. 

“If you insist.” 

“I do.”

And then they were out in the rain, running through the mud without abandon. The rain cascaded over them quickly, little droplets running down Cody’s face and soaking through his hair. Obi-Wan dragged a hand through his flattened locks where they stuck to his forehead and pulled them back over his head. 

“Now what?.” He yelled out, though his eyes smiled.

“Let’s dance.” Cody yelled back, and took Obi-Wan’s other hand. Obi-Wan’s cheeks grew red when Cody pulled him close, their chests almost touching. 

It was clumsy, Cody’s feet moving in the opposite directions of Obi-Wan’s and their arms entangled at strange angles, yet, at the same, it felt equally natural. Obi-Wan laughed, eyes brighter than Cody had seen them in a long time. Cody let his own laughter out in loud sweeps when Obi-Wan accidentally stepped on his toes. 

“You’re a terrible dancer, Cody.” Obi-Wan said after he caught his breath.

“Oh and you’re so much better.” Cody rolled his eyes and dropped Obi-Wan’s hands so he could wrap his palms around Obi-Wan’s waist. 

They stood close together now, completely still.

Obi-Wan’s breath felt warm against the water droplets painted on Cody’s face. 

Their eyes locked and Cody’s heart melted in his chest.

“Commander.” Obi-Wan spoke in a whisper, his head leaning in, just brushing against Cody’s forehead. 

“General.” Cody responded feeling the compulsion to lean in, to feel every part of Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan’s lips were chapped, his beard ragged from a week without a shave, but under Cody’s gaze, he was the most beautiful he had ever been. It took Cody’s breath away. Obi-Wan’s cheeks were red, and he opened his mouth like he might say something, but there wasn’t anything to say, not anything that could cut the electricity that burned in between them.

So Cody leaned in, breath brushing across Obi-Wan’s lips.

Closed his eyes.

And suddenly everything was as it always should have been all along. Obi-Wan’s lips were soft against his, a feather-light touch, but it sent a shiver down Cody’s spine.

It was only a moment, and they pulled apart, Cody’s eyes searching Obi-Wan’s for something like approval or disdain or surprise.

“I–hello.” Obi-Wan said, with a hint of a smile. Cody reached out to swipe away a few droplets of water with the pad of his thumb.

“Hi.” Cody replied.

Their staring continued until Obi-Wan cleared his throat. 

“I think I’ve learned how to enjoy doing… nothing.” Obi-Wan said, taking a step back so Cody could see his face, see the redness that had gathered around his neck crawling up into his cheeks and forehead. “You’re quite a teacher.”

“Oh? That’s all it took to teach you how to relax?” Obi-Wan smiled brightly, brighter than both Tatooine suns in the middle of the afternoon. 

“I’m a fast learner.” 

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Yes, I’m looking at his face and I’m really confused, or better said ��disoriented” (insert sarcastic laugh)

I still can’t believe how seeing these new photos didn’t make me feel anything, or worse- i didn’t want to look at them for too long like I used before.

He has the huge privilege to be born with this face - beautiful, innocent, forever young-ish, etc. And exactly like you said - no one knows what’s behind this face, what his life is.

Everything you imagine him to be is dictated by his appearance and you all assume exactly that - that he is an innocent, sincere, smart and selfless boy, not capable of anything bad and malicious. And it never occurs to you that what you constantly repeat - that no one knows what he really is, what he wants and how he lives - is absolutely true, but with the opposite sign. That it is possible that he is completely different from the boy that his appearance fools you into being.

Please don’t be mad at me, I’m actually devastated that I don’t love him (like a fan) the way I used to 💔

But like is said - no one can kill your love faster and more completely than the object of your love itself 💔

Why would I be mad at you? you came here telling me your thoughts, how you feel about Tim right now, how this hurts you, and you did it honestly without being rude or offensive, and for all this I respect you and I'm glad you are here. believe me, I understand how you're experiencing this moment even though I don't share the way you see him now.

so I'll be honest with you about what I think of Tim just like you have been with me.

I've never said or thought that he's innocent and perfect because none of us is so and Timothée Chalamet is no exception. he's not an untouchable god, he's a human being with his flaws, a person who makes mistakes like the rest of us, who sometimes does shit and can make decisions because of which he'll pay the consequences. who of us hasn't done it more than once in their lives?

but I also think his life is not so easy and going all downhill as it might seem, almost like a kind of perfect life made only of things, moments and positive situations.

I think we can't keep pretending that his life was the same as it was seven years ago and that we want at all costs that he's the exact same 20-year-old boy. this is something unreal and absurd, the same way none of us remains totally the same but it's life itself, every experience you have and some situations you live that pass above you forging and making small changes.

and yes, I repeat once again that I know nothing of his personal life, I don't know why I see him making choices or making decisions about which I don't understand and I can be perplexed, they may even hurt me, but that's precisely the reason why I'm not able to judge him or erase him or stop loving him.. it's his life, not mine, and if I don't know his reasons, rightly because it's none of my business, how can I make him guilty of what I feel?

but if there's one thing I'll never believe, it's that Tim is a fake person, a hypocrite who all these years has been pretending to be someone he never was.

if ever he had a fault it was always to be too transparent, too open to show what he feels at that exact moment, totally unable to pretend and mask his mood.

too vulnerability.

and over the years you learn to protect yourself, you've to do it. you've to do it for yourself and above all to protect some aspects of your personal life, the "real private life" and not the one that "for work" you've to show.

And you can see what's behind his face, it's one of the things he's still not able to keep "private" because you look at him and immediately see if he's happy, if he's relaxed, if he's angry or he's uncomfortable, if he feels bad.

you may not know anything about his life, but his face tells you about him and how he's in that moment.. the way how he feels about the person that is with him, how he's experiencing that situation.

I think dealing with many professional experiences and personal situations, growing up and becoming a man have definitely made changes to him but they haven't changed who he really is inside.

I'm truly sorry that you feel so devastated.. if you want, you can also contact me privately and feel sure that our conversation will remain absolutely private.

Anyway, I’m here. ❤️

[majaloveschris]

As an anon said in the past, if I were Chris, I would be really concerned about someone apparently from my inner social circle leaking info to blogs about my private matters such as wedding and house. If someone is actually leaking his info, he really should reevaluate his friends and the people he lets into his life (but well, he basically allowed a racist, antisemitic into his life so he clearly isn’t very smart when it comes to that). If the house is his I still don’t feel like he would live there and the decoration doesn’t seem to be his style (or even Alba’s style but she probably doesn’t care about anything as long as she keeps getting attention and we know she molds herself to what benefits her the most). If this house has the name of his trustee, does that automatically make it his? I don’t think Chris is the only client they have. Also, I read some people saying that the Carlisle house was bought by him in 2018 according to Tara’s page? She more than anyone should protect the privacy of her friend but she’s an attention seeker too so I don’t really have much faith in her.

I also don’t know why would Chris want to have pics of his house in a magazine like AD and then hold back because of “keeping his privacy”, he knows very well what would happen if he did that feature for AD so I don’t buy that shit either. L&D lying about the location seems weird to me too, because the damage has already been done since the beginning of this shitshow, why would they try to “protect” anything now? And if they lie that clearly shows how unprofessional they are and that they only care about the attention as well.

Sorry for the long rant but like everything else in this “happy and healthy relationship” seems the opposite and with a lack of sense

For now, this is the last ask I share about the Carlisle house. Some people in my inbox are going crazy over this topic. Not even their alleged wedding caused whatever this is.

We actually talked about this with a good friend of mine yesterday and how having those addresses on that site is really unsafe. I guess it works for her as a portfolio, but still. She could have all the other details but the address. I think she should've already removed it. However, I still have a hard time believing that anybody from his circle comes to Tumblr to share information about his personal matters, such as his wedding, for example. I always say this and will continue to repeat it, that even DM said that his circle is very tight and that she never really has anything on him or gets info. If somebody from his circle wanted to leak something, they wouldn't come to Tumblr. Neither would Justin. If they decided to betray him, they would want to do that on a bigger level. If somebody comes here and shares legit information about him or his personal life, I'd rather say that's his team, or if it's even somebody closer to him, they do it to plant something; they do it for PR reasons. A lot of rumors start here, but if somebody would leak something or do something to harm him, and not to help sell a narrative, they would go somewhere else, not here.

I also don't think that house is really his style, and I also doubt he would want to move into such a big house. The other MA one isn't one he is currently living in.

My very good friends explained to me that all the houses are owned by the same company but by different trusts.

If this whole thing was about "protecting privacy," having an AD article wouldn't have even crossed his mind. So they did the whole photoshoot, the whole interview, or whatever, and then he was like "Nah, I'd rather have my privacy with this one". I don't think that's how it works. And again, saying "privacy" and "Chris" in the same sentence is, at least for now, ridiculous. Since Alba is in the picture, somehow everything involving her has lost the privilege of being private.

Interestingly, this is the first time L&D cared about the mean comments and DMs they got because of Chrisba. This was definitely not the first time I saw them receive hateful comments because of them, and they clearly didn't seem to care about it, and now suddenly they even changed the location because of that. I don't really think that the privacy and hateful comments/DM explanations are working here right now.

And I'd like to ask everybody not to go to L&D's page and leave hateful comments or send hateful DMs. It's inappropriate; it's a bad thing to do. Leave them be.

[stemms]

Dreams pov “ so the avian or as they go by Tommy has been screaming at me for the last three hours that they need more space but I don’t see why the room I have given him isn’t enough he has food water a bathroom I even gave him a more comfortable bed and some extra things for his bedroom I’m giving him so much care and he just refuses it if he keeps this up I might have to take away flying privileges for a while see how he likes that “ (hellooo it’s a part 2 for alien prime:3)

I’m going insane so much /pos,,, Thank you for sharing more info!

c!Tommy from your AU is literally the embodiment of the phrase “a bird in a gilded cage”, I’m losing my mind /pos,,,

c!Dream not understanding the concept of boundaries and personal space is very in-character. He provided c!Tommy with the bare minimum and thinks it’s enough, completely ignoring the fact that he literally kidnapped the boy, and freedom is what he needs the most. Perhaps somewhere in the future, c!Dream tried to gaslight c!Tommy into thinking that he only did it to protect him, since he was the last surviving avian. Maybe he made up some outside threat to make the boy feel unsafe, and depend on him more. If c!Tommy tried to resist his manipulation, the man would certainly guilt-trip him for not appreciating his “benevolence” and “care”.

c!Dream’s morals fascinate me in particular. He could either be aware of the harm he brings to c!Tommy but purposefully ignoring it, delusionally believing that he does nothing but good to him, or even both.

Do c!Prime speak the same language? Because if not, it would make it even easier for c!Dream to treat c!Tommy as nothing more than a pet. And even if they do, I guess c!Dream could still see the boy this way because of their differences, and his wild behaviour. I can imagine c!Tommy getting frustrated about being treated as a pet and every time he’d bring it up, c!Dream would have the same answer: “If you want to be treated like a human being, act like one.”

Considering that c!Dream is keeping c!Tommy in a room and probably doesn’t have any plans on letting him out, I don’t think he considered letting him fly anyway, so it rather shows that he created an illusion of choice for c!Tommy. If he had behaved, he would’ve been allowed to fly, but he was deprived of it, and it was his own fault… When in reality, c!Dream just needed a reason to punish and make the boy depend on him more.

[horizon-verizon]

How are yall comparing Rhaenyra and Daenerys ?? Rhaenyra was literally born into power & grew up in the peak of the Targ dynasty; Daenerys grew up as an orphan, in exile, abused, assassins trying to murder her, and then was sold off as a sex slave when she was 13. Daenerys had to fight for everything her entire life, is leading a slaves’ revolution, and delayed her grand plan to claim her birthright in Westeros. Daenerys would support Rhaenyra’s claim but she would dislike her as a person.

Rhaenyra orders the murder of a teenage peasant girl, who is on HER side, because she’s jealous her noncey monster of a husband/uncle loved her more. She protected a man who sent assassins to behead a child before his mother’s eyes, a man who tortured a woman and drove her to insanity and suicide. Her actions should damn her for anyone with reading skills.

Her fight is only for herself, she does not want change and betterment for women, be they noble or common. She does not want women to rule after her, she just wants herself to live equal to a man without consequences and does not care for the smallfolk she calls “vermin” and “drunks and fools and gutter rats”. Idk who decided that these Targaryen women, who enact the same violence and patriarchal tyranny on other women as the men around them, are righteous feminist queens, made to suffer the greatest injustice in history because they don’t get to sit on a throne “owed” to them. They are no better than their male counterparts. They are spokes on the same damn wheel.

For all the hand wringing, Rhaenyra was the freest, most privileged woman in the realm, with a life and choices that almost every other woman would kill for, and she did fuck all with it for anyone but herself. (That too, poorly.)

EDITED POST (9/1/23)

Anon may be responding to my post HERE (I mention Daenerys and compare)....or maybe all the posts connected to the last HERE.

A)

I literally answer why I don't hate or dismiss Rhaenyra's arc totally despite this "Her fight is only for herself, she does not want change and betterment for women, be they noble or common" HERE and HERE. Basically because if I did, I'm more likely to ignore critcal details where it actually isn't as much of her fault certain events happened the way they did and therefore reaffirm the misogynist claim that she should have been deposed ALL ALONG AND FROM THE BEGINNING for any other male present.

We're going in damn circles. I really have nothing else to say to you about that point in particular.

B)

"Comparisons" do not have to mean "they are exactly alike or share many traits", it can refer to that specific process of getting information itself.

"Comparison" can be a shortening of "qualitative comparative analysis". "Compare" as in I put these characters side by side, make a Venn Diagram in my mind, and identify what similarities and differences they have.

C)

In POST #1, & POST #2, I already express how Daenerys is both Rhaenyra's moral superior and really why Rhaenyra even exists. I express this multiple times, actually.

The reason/motive for comparing Dany to Rhaenyra is to really, emphasize that what happens to Rhaneyra is misogyny and to contextualize Dany's own both in-world and meta role in the validity of a female ruler/protagonist. Because Dany yes morally surpasses some of her ancestors--in terms of having a better moral character in being a ruler who thinks what would be good for her people, noble or otherwise but mostly smallfolk--and wants to use her power for them more than for herself. At the same time, Rhaenyra was not an evil person before she lost so much, was betrayed, etc. She is a person, and people do not and will not react to the same or similar things in either the ideal or good ways. We can actually reveal how Rhaenyra's more self-involved or impetuous character didn't invite the misogyny, her gender did. It's not about looking for who is the better person and fuck everyone else who cannot or will not be the same; it's about seeing how they react, process, and shape their realities.

No matter what personality you may have or how it developed, if you are a woman pursuing power for others or for yourself, you are still a woman. You will still face people trying to end you for daring to pursue power, as Dany faces multiple times.

Dany is not just compassionate, yes. She is also very in tune with her instincts or intuition and is kind of a natural genius. Her character is exceptionality guided by compassion in spite of her hard suffering and knowing that she could alleviate some evil and suffering for others.

D)

I know you don't want to read my posts about Daemon and Nettles, but I also do not have to indulge your choice. Either read these posts: #1 AND #2, or read some those posts tagged "daemon and nettles" in my blog specifically see how and why I do not think Daemon loved Nettles more than Rhaenyra romantically or platonically. Or don't, not my problem.

BTW, we must keep in mind that for the plot itself and apart from shipping discourses, the point of the Nettles-Daemon controversy in the story was not whether or not they were having an affair. It's Rhaenrya THINKING they had an affair and her response to another, deeper sort of betrayal that even goes beyond regular cheating.

*EDIT* (8/21/23):

THIS is a great post by @mononijikayu about medieval queens, female rulers, the history of how women in leadership positions were made and seen as threats to the very structure of social "order", and contextualizing Rhaenyra thru Empress Matilda. I didn't even know about Matilda's husband being comparable to Rhaneyra's Daemon! PLZ READ!!!!

Excerpt:

just as much, along with these fictitious portrayals, more lies are depicted. these women are considered vixens that cause havoc to men by shifting them into desires and danger. through the written word, we see how women are cast in roles of villains in men’s lives. it is because by their conclusive thoughts, women are the only creatures that are able to turn ‘good honorable men’ into despicable creatures who do shameful, deplorable acts for the sake of women’s pleasures.  [...] it is within this narrative that ancient chroniclers declare that women were in fact the doom of men. if they were not able to control the dangers posed by the wiles of women, then the foundations of the mighty society they had built would be up in flames.  [...] as i mentioned, these factors of community are written down and preserved. and with that, the example of the ancients were the foundations by which medieval society built itself. the same concepts continued to cause the same issue within society and that was the exclusion of women from participating in the bigger picture of community and state, much so with governing states in their own right—without judgment or disapproval. 

[cmenvs3000w23]

Personal Ethics as an Interpreter

Every time a semester’s closing is near, it always amazes me how fast the weeks and units passed by, and working through this course has been no exception. It feels like just last week, I was scanning over the course outline, making note of each week's focus and theme, as well as documenting assignment due dates. Additionally, it feels like my personal perception and understanding of nature interpretation also developed and changed very quickly from the beginning of the course to where it stands now. My goal throughout this post, is to highlight the ways in which my personal ethic as a nature interpreter has shifted throughout these past 10 weeks, by touching upon the specific themes and subjects explored throughout the semester that have had the largest impact on my development. 

(Throughout this final post, I've included some of my favorite photos I've taken of nature, as a reminder of ultimatley what we're all trying to preserve and protect.)

After reflecting on my past posts, a trending theme that I’ve touched upon often has been a change in understanding and perception of what it means to be a nature interpreter. Whether the theme was music, art, or technology, week to week I began to notice and reflect on my own experiences as a nature interpreter in the work field so far, and began to realize just how stuck I must have been in both a physical and mental routine. Why wasn’t I thinking of including more non-science based curriculum in my program planning? How could I not have seen the obvious similarities between planning and interpreting an arts based program and a nature based program? Teachers college was always mentioning “cross-curricular planning” and ways to pack in as many expectations as possible in creative ways. 

(Burk's Falls, Ontario)

While sitting with these thoughts for some time throughout the course and especially for this week’s final post, I realized that at the time of my teacher’s college experience, I was generally not enjoying my classes and the content I was being presented with. There were a few reasons why I started to really drift away from wanting to be a traditional “classroom” teacher in the public system (lack of teacher support, high student class numbers etc), but the main one at the time was the sedentary style of learning, over controlling rules of child led play, and lack of outdoor time. It is through this dissatisfaction that I discovered outdoor education, environmental interpretation, and forest schools. The lack of nature inclusion in my programming may have been the reason why I’ve failed to consider bringing other curriculum and subject areas into nature interpretation, but I’m glad that I’ve gotten there now by working through this course, and I hope to bring in new subjects and ways of learning into my practice. This is one way in which my personal understanding of what it means to be a nature interpreter has changed. 

Related specifically to my personal ethic as a nature interpreter, it is one first and foremost about the audience. This includes designing and facilitating programs that connect with the audience, considering barriers to program access, as well as reflecting on personal privileges. As Beck et. al (2018) mentions in Chapter 7: Serving Diverse Audiences, we as interpreters must understand and reflect on why people don’t attend nature interpretation programs in order to create access to a wider, more diverse audience. Although I currently work for an ngo which provides programming for marginalized groups, I’ve worked for various organizations in the past who do not share the same mandate. At times, especially depending on confidence and years of experience, it can be easy to get stuck in routine without feeling like it’s one’s place to bring up issues surrounding inclusion and access. From now on, I hope to take my commitment to inclusion beyond just inclusive lesson planning, and instead take it upwards to management and those who are the decision makers. Although reasons for why nature interpretation experiences includes certain audiences over others, the barriers which cause this are deeply ingrained throughout society, and ultimately starts at privilege. As Gallavan (2005) describes, educational institutions have been designed to reinforce the practices and beliefs of privilege. Although certain aspects of privilege can sometimes be easy to overlook, something as simple as not knowing certain programs are available for public access can be a result of privilege, and must be addressed. 

(Lake of Bays, Ontario)

Understanding, reflecting, and addressing privilege will also allow me to follow another personal ethic of nature interpretation practice related to the audience, which is relationship building and connection. One of Tilden’s (1957) Principle’s of Interpretation mentioned by Beck et. al (2018) that has stayed with me throughout the course is "Any interpretation that does not somehow relate what is being displayed or described to something within the personality or experience of the visitor will be sterile (Figure 5.3)". One of my own personal goals of nature interpretation is to foster a connection, understanding and appreciation for nature, in order to spark environmental stewardship. In order for a program to be successful and achieve my goal, I must first take time to understand and connect with the audience. Whether it’s younger school aged students or adults, gaining attention and understanding first and foremost comes down to connecting with content. Relating to content is somewhat of a broad overarching topic and can include language, culture, learning style, hobbies, age etc. Although the list can be long, it can sometimes take just a few minutes of chatting and getting to know the audience, or doing some research ahead of time, to create that spark. And you can tell when it’s happened. 

For example, I was once teaching a water science program in a remote community in Manitoba, which was an area I was unfamiliar with. Although the core takeaways were set for my lesson on watersheds, I took some time prior to the lesson to walk around and explore the area around the school and I saw what looked like pelicans overhead! I was somewhat in disbelief, as I had only associated pelicans with topical destinations, seeing many on the beaches when my family would travel south in the summer. When discussing wildlife in the classroom during the lesson, I asked students if they had pelicans in their area, and told them that I had no idea pelicans came this far north. They lit right up. They were thrilled to share information about something that reflected their area and home, and shared various stories about areas where you can find large populations of pelicans nesting. After that moment I had noticed a shift in attention, and a willingness to participate in activities. Acknowledging someone’s familiar is the first step towards achieving one’s goals as an interpreter, and making your program more meaningful for your audience. 

(Gwillim Lakes, British Columbia)

I’m extremely grateful for the opportunities for reflection on my own personal interpretation practice that this course has provided me with. Although the saying may seem overused, this course has truly taught me that you never stop learning, even after you’ve been trained and practicing a job for years. Although the field of environmental science can be very doom and gloom at times, it is through education that I feel hopeful that society can shift perspective and begin to heal the ongoing destruction to our home. Without an understanding of the importance of various aspects of nature that keep all beings safe and healthy, we as a society cannot move forward. And so, the role of a Nature Interpreter is critical more now than ever.

Citations:

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage : for a better world. Sagamore Venture.

Gallavan, N. P. (2005). Helping teachers unpack their "invisible knapsacks". Multicultural Education, 13(1), 36.

[runekeepershymnal]

Physical aspects of a dream life that is probably (certainly) not practically possible under capitalism without winning the lottery (either birth or the kind with the little pieces of paper) but which are not outside the realms of physics / current technology:

A house with an ADA fully accessible outbuilding with a bathroom, also ADA and fully accessible, with several UV enhanced air filter running. (My partner has OCD and a pretty significant fear of germs/contaminants)

Several functioning, self-cleaning litterboxes (who likes cleaning the litterbox?)

A house big enough for my partner and I to both have an office and a bedroom (we can’t share a bed due to my RLS, we keep different hours, he is an extremely light sleeper)

Ideally, a garage or shed for stinky crafts (gotta keep it ventilated)

A kitchen with counters big enough for a mixer and a multi-cooker to be on it at the same time (my joints are getting worse as I age and both are pretty heavy)

A greenhouse or sunroom (I would love to grow more of our own food, and while my spouse has light sensitivity issues, the cats love it, and I need to bask every now and then)

Enough space for raised garden beds (more growing some of own food)

Excellent, reliable wifi and power, preferably with some solar (we both telecommute and spend a lot of time communicating with friends far away)

Quiet, with trees, preferably set far enough away from neighbors so that we don’t have to hear each other (my spouse has misophonia)

A stream, a creek, a pond, a lake. Some body of water (we’ve had it before at rentals and apartments, and listening to spring peepers is a joy)

Good insurance (pet insurance, too - just another capitalist dystopia necessity when you’re disabled / crazy [I will describe myself however I want, fuck off], or just straight up mortal and human and capable of catching diseases)

Within a reasonable drive to either a city where I can actually work or a train station where I can do the same (I want to do something in academia or libraries or archives or museums or theater or a non-profit that actually helps people, or or or…)

Friends with either no or grown children, or access to childcare (we are not great with small kids, our pets are not good with kids, but we love our friends and family who do have kids)

A setup in the outbuilding where there can be video conferencing so that we can play RPGs either in person or with friends who can’t be there due to distance or disability - (we definitely get it on the disability side)

Enough money to pay our bills and set enough aside for an emergency (dreams should not include emergencies, but life is life and a contingency is a contingency)

Wardrobes large enough to embrace and explore the aesthetic side of our gender fuckery

Legal weed to help with chronic pain / anxiety issues

A way to protect ourselves and people we care about if things really go to shit

I’m privileged to have what we have. To be able to make rent, to not have bombs dropping on us, to be able to get access to some, if not all, of the healthcare I need most of the time. (Please don’t think that I’m ungrateful for what I’ve got, or that I’m not aware that there are people who aren’t even getting those basic needs met.) But despite all that, we are kind of isolated due to my spouse’s disabilities.

We’re coming to figure out some of our stuff later in life. He’s got one rare condition for which there isn’t currently any treatment, and that condition make it really difficult to go out and get treatment for the other ones. It makes it difficult and painful to go out or be away from our apartment most of the time. It wouldn’t be fair to ask other people to come to us all the time, especially if their disabilities and needs also limit where they can go and for how long, but having a place that was actually ours would make it easier for us to make it easier on them.

The more isolated we get, the harder it seems to be to break the cycle. So… I just wanted to write out the dream life that might make it better, or more possible, to break it.

[sunnisurrealism]

https://www.dazeddigital.com/life-culture/article/58185/1/young-people-choosing-voluntary-celibacy-gen-z-attitudes-sex-relationships

Shit Timmy it’s you! 😭🥺

I feel like I’m the grandma of gen z and luckily I only slept with boyfriends from 15-21 and am only going thru my disillusionment phase now, and feel hella more relaxed that at least my lyfe mate is confirmed 🥺😭 ily it is such a blessing and relief, I know you feel the same way and we are very very lucky. But yeah I can’t personally imagine being a young young gen z feeling hella disillusioned and confused, and this article shows it’s not even a gendered thing (I wonder if there’s more male Incels or volcels). Somehow we need to bring back romance. My intuitive feeling is that girls growing up with social media are putting hella too much of their self worth on their appearance, which may consciously or unconsciously be with the goal to have sex. And then when they get it it’s not even good cuz guys don’t know what they’re doing or they don’t care for some reason. Not all of them, but it’s not like the culture teaches it. It’s probably mostly girls becoming volcels overall, this is an existential problem, what’s to do? ??? Women will always be choosers, due to risk of pregnancy. Now they’re just opting out of the whole thing? Shiet, something ain’t right.

Also I still participate in beauty culture obviously but overall I do think it needs to calm down hella, and that young girls should find more worth in their personal inner thing regardless of looks or getting the cute boy or whatever the fuck. It has helped me tbh, but I also care less now that my mate is locked in which is a privilege.

I also feel like it’s very important to question how porn has shaped the minds of young men, and women tbh. Would it logically follow that it has made them “less romantic”? Perhaps the mystery of sex and courting is gone cuz you can just see it on the screen whenever you want. I noticed I have for some reason internalized shame for not being like women in porn videos because I feel like I would be a disappointment for not being so extreme. I bet lots of girls and women secretly feel this way, tbh. Also I will say it now, it’s really weird to me how guys love this idea of girls “losing themselves” serving men, but why don’t we see men “losing themselves” serving women as often? Like in the culture broadly? Why? Like why? Think about it.

You can also easily find anyone to fuck from the dating apps, if you’re lucky, which has hella dehumanized the romance thing which was my problem. The apps are really fucking up the collective psyche. What do YOU think needs to happen to heal? I feel like you know all my opinions by now 🤣🤣🤣🤣😤🤣

I think these are the things you’ll hella have to reflect upon Timmy, as the protector of women. Protecting women is actually more about men than women. You will have to share your wisdom and find sneaky ways to influence beyond “telling the way.” This is the shit Bob does. You should do it in the book based on how you treat me. I know everyone one day will be like “wowwww” because it seems quite naval gazy, but we can just tell everyone writing the book based on my ideas and yours was our way to keep the long distance interesting over the many years, I mean fair enough. And even tho I highly doubt you are whatever the fuck “problematic” irl the visions of what went down these past few months make for wonderful storytelling.I know you understand from the nicole Kidman post. Irl, we learn by going through it. When we read or watch story, we learn by going thru it, but it is much more accelerated and less personally difficult. This is the point of it all. Bless up and thank you pour ecrire 🙏🏻 I also am eternally grateful for the sacrifices you have made for me and I endlessly want to honour that🙏🏻hella hella bless up Timmy I respect and love you so much my king :)

These are some of my fave YouTubers, please watch when you have time. I’ve only watched the second so far tbh. Bless up 🙏🏻

https://youtu.be/ybwzwYLlCW8?si=atgEG5IOGFrQPaRG

https://youtu.be/uuRK5naSfDQ?si=os6nswZiM9p86fnt

[mybumpbirthandbeyond]

Staring at the End

I made a promise I would be selfish while I recover and I don’t break promises. Anyone who knows me though, knows being selfish is not easy for me. My natural instinct is to put everyone and their dog before me. However, I couldn’t have thought that this time, it would actually be easier than I thought. I want to stay hidden for a bit longer and I’m not ready to share everything yet. I have recorded some of my initial recovery, but I just want to protect myself at the minute. It’s the weirdest thing - I’ve spent the last almost 4 years of my life hiding in public and not wanting to be looked at or seen, and now I don’t have to any more, and yet it’s still my first response at the minute. I wish I could, but I can’t explain it.

Part of that is very much down to the fact I’m still processing it. I lived with a diastasis for just short of 4 years, but I’d been counting down to surgery for 3 of those. Consciously, or subconsciously, it has been there since I made the decision in February 2020, and since my first surgical consult in March 2022, I’ve thought about it every single day at least once, if not more. It’s a wonder I managed to hold on to some remnants of sanity at all. I made no secret of the fact that 2022 was the longest, slowest and one of the hardest years I had ever lived through. I spent the majority of it knowing nothing would change with my diastasis that would even just make life more bearable while I waited on surgery. All I wanted was something to make it more bearable. I didn’t even have the comfort of regular, consistent training thanks to all the illnesses.

When January 2023 finally came, my date came hurtling at a rate that made my head spin. I was ill (obviously) and wanted time to slow down so I would give myself time to get better to ensure my recovery was as good as possible, and what happens when you want time to slow down? It does the opposite. I went in knowing I wasn’t 100%, but there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I would be the reason that it didn’t go ahead. If my surgeon had to cancel or postpone then I would be gutted, but I would understand. If I was the reason, I dread to think what state I would be in.

My intention was actually September 2023 originally and then that was pulled forward to April. By the time we discussed January as a real possibility, my head and heart were already set on it. I knew I could no longer live like this any longer than I had to. If I had to, I’d do it, but it wouldn’t be pretty.

Before I knew what was happening, we reached the week before surgery. I had the privilege of attending Antony’s Female Athlete Course in Kildare the weekend before. For the first time, Antony, Gráinne and I would be together in the same room at the same time and Antony would be able to assess me in person for the first time in the 3 years we had all been working together. It would probably be the only time that would happen in the entire journey.

To say it was surreal to meet Antony in person for the first time is probably an understatement, but it was also awesome. The diastasis part of Antony’s course had been moved to the afternoon so that I could be assessed using Antony’s portable ultrasound machine. Other than being able to meet in person, I was so delighted that Antony would finally get to be hands on with my tummy - he’d been saying how much he wished he could for the duration of the time we had worked together. He told me that how he imagined it would look and feel was exactly how it did, which just shows how well virtual consults do work.

I was on a makeshift bed of wooden boxes and and a sandbag for a pillow - couldn’t be more CrossFit if we tried 😂 Nothing had majorly changed and I didn’t expect it to, but what I was mostly concerned about were the muscles. I hadn’t trained in a month (again) and I wanted them as strong as possible before surgery. I was reassured after that they looked good and were as strong as they were when I was last checked on ultrasound back in September.

At that point Antony wanted to demonstrate different positions where patients with diastasis could be assessed - four point kneeling, plank and then during push-ups. Plank, side plank and four point kneeling were no bother, but when he asked me to do a push up on a very narrow space I did give him the look 🤨 But then we all know I love a challenge, so I did it. ‘Can you go lower?’ I went lower. ‘Can you go lower again?’ Yes. 😂 I partly blame my team for the way I am - the big red button that says ‘press me’ is the one they always press. Doesn’t take much 🤷🏽‍♀️

Antony then got me to do a Q&A. He first asked how many people knew about my story. This is where I wanted to hide 🙈 a number of people put their hands up. It still blows me away. Antony asked if he could share that my surgery was the following week to which I agreed. They asked a number of questions around it, what surgery I was getting etc.

Another participant was assessed after I was. She had had 4 children and in my opinion, looked fantastic. I was at the back of the room at the time and I don’t know what came over me, but I left the gym knowing that I was about to burst into tears. I pretended I was leaving to make a phone call and slipped out the door and stood around the corner. I couldn’t articulate what was going on. Looking back, I think I always knew my diastasis was bad and it was on the more extreme end of the scale. Mine was rare even among the 1/3 of women who experienced it. I had it after EACH of my two children and neither of my kids were big babies. Not after multiples; not after 3, or 4 or even just after my second. I had it from the beginning. I had never known what it was to not look pregnant since I was actually pregnant. While I knew there were hundreds, probably thousands of women much better off than me with their diastasis, I had never had to witness a person in a much better position being assessed in the same room and immediately after I had been assessed.

I have had hundreds of messages over the years from women I know to be better off than I am. They tell me they look the same as I do, but there are many occasions I know that can’t be true. They may feel like that, but they aren’t in the same position and that’s the bottom line. Their feelings are absolutely still valid and I continue to provide the support I wished I had from women in the same position, but it hurts a lot. I just don’t tell anyone that.

The enormity of the fact I was having surgery that week probably came into play in that moment. I had waited and wanted it for so long and it was finally on the horizon. There was an air of finality setting in, and that wouldn’t be the last time I would feel it. Part of that feeling was hugely down to relief and it was all coming at once.

The following day started with a workout and I was desperate to do it, but I made the decision I didn’t want to set myself off on a coughing fit and I didn’t want it to impact later that week. I knew if I arrived on time that day, I would struggle not to join in because I had missed training so much. I told Antony I would turn up once it had started. The one thing I did manage though, had been on my list since the beginning. An improvised GHD sit up. I had done a partial one in my own gym, but the gym we were in for the course didn’t have a GHD. Antony called me over and told me he would have someone hold my legs and he would be in the support position. It actually only dawned on me when he got me to sit down what he wanted me to do. When I did it, I did it fast and a lot more powerfully than most people were expecting. Poor Radley at my feet almost got his head taken off I came up so fast 🙈 Jo commented that she didn’t think many people were expecting it to be so strong or powerful. My answer to that was “I’ve spent years working hard and focusing on my core strength. Core movements in the gym are probably the only thing at CrossFit I can do. I can do high volume and high intensity without getting doms. I very rarely fatigue at my core. It’s just the nature of how I’ve trained for the last 4 years.”

Antony got me to do a few more but stepped away from the support position- he knew I didn’t need it. Someone behind me said, “Great, just another 90 to do!” I turned around and laughed, “you have to be careful what you say, if there’s even a hint, I will go for the full 90 and not stop until they’re done!” Antony looked deadly serious and said, “Claire’s not joking - she actually will!”

At that point everyone else took a break, but I got Antony to film me doing the improv GHD again. He told me he was going to do it differently- raise me up on the sandbag and no one would be in the support position this time, he would just lock my feet and try not to get headbutted 😅 When the break was over, he told me he was going to speak about me for a bit, was that okay? I agreed, thinking he was going to speak more about my training etc. if I had known what was coming next, I probably wouldn’t have agreed 🙈 He proceeded to address the group and thank me for the contribution I had made to the pelvic physio community and how he had been approached by many physios and fit pros from all over the world, who told him what I had shared had made them reconsider how to help their clients. However, it was important that I know I didn’t owe anybody anything. I had done so much, but it wasn’t owed.

I think I spent the majority of that section staring hard at the floor. I don’t want to say embarrassed is the term, but I was overwhelmed. My own physios and many others have told me this directly, but it’s very hard to believe. I’m just one patient of many with DR that physios have seen. I guess the only difference is that I’ve shared my experience publicly from the very beginning. As I’ve told my physios many times - it’s their practices that are changing everything, I’m just the example.

Just when I thought I had survived the part where I was centre of attention, a physio in the group volunteered that physios in private practice had told her and her colleagues that the way they treat diastasis had to change because of me. I was utterly speechless. I didn’t know what to say in response. It’s not the first time I’ve been told that, but I don’t know why, when I have received messages like that I’ve just thought the person was being really kind. I haven’t thought for one minute that it is actually the case and I always reduce any influence I could have had because it’s so hard to believe. There was something about the way this physio said it and how it was volunteered that made it very difficult to respond.

At that point, Antony asked me if there was anything I wanted to say. God knows how given what I just sat through, but on the spot I told them exactly how I felt: that physios or fit professionals- it didn’t matter: they had the power and the ability to change their client/patients’ lives for the better. The fact I was getting surgery didn’t matter - Antony and Gráinne had changed my life for the better. If they spent a whole session talking to that patient because they needed to get their feelings off their chests, they couldn’t possibly know how much just listening would do for that person. It’s as much a condition that affects you mentally as it can do physically. They should never underestimate the level of positive influence they could have on that person’s journey by supporting them towards their goals. Even just by attending the course, their patients/clients were so lucky to have them - they were willing to develop themselves to help their patients and they were open to change to be the best they could be.

I left Kildare on the Sunday feeling funny. Everyone had wished me luck for surgery and it might be the last time I see Antony before I was one week post-op. Even thinking about it now, I can get emotional. It was an absolute privilege and an honour to be in the room with so many health and fitness professionals who worked with women like me. Apart from them all being so lovely, it was a pleasure to meet so many in person who had been so supportive throughout my journey. It felt like I had known them for years, despite never having met them in person before then. I sat at the airport trying to comprehend that the next time I would be there would be in a matter of days; ready, finally, for surgery.

[heroichedgehammer]

Mod: Time ago you commented about a rival for Amy... Did you think about share Rouge with Knuckles as a rival?

{ I would love a rival for Amy. But for what I’m thinking of? Rouge is plausible, but she isn't “it”. }

(Looong post incoming!)

In the Sonic universe, the most effective rivalries directly challenge each other in skillset and, if it's a particularly strong dynamic, also challenge each other’s motivations, beliefs and/or personality. Knuckles and Rouge are a great example of that; they’re compelling rivals not only because they’re both world class treasure hunters, but because their desires and beliefs regularly clash. Setting aside nuance for our purposes here, Knuckles is responsible, intense, honest and self-sacrificing; he uses his skills to perform his duties. Rouge is free-spirited, irreverent, devious and self-interested; she uses her skills to get what she wants. As long as they’re like this—as long as they differ like this—they’re gonna have a reason to have it out.

A great way to see how this works in practice is to look at the issue of the Master Emerald itself—something they both care about (also very important!), but have conflicting reasons, methods and end goals in doing so. Knuckles is guarding the Master Emerald for the sake of his island and his world; he has strict ideas about who uses it and how, and considers it his duty to protect that privilege. Rouge may understand that conceptually but doesn't, in her heart, really care; she knows she wants it, so she's going to get it, and she’ll laugh at you for suggesting that “privilege” would stop her. Combine that with their egos, and they naturally butt heads. And that, I think, is a good vertical slice of how their rivalry works in general. I especially like how they reflect each other; Rouge is Knuckles’ dark reflection, and Knuckles is Rouge’s.

That's just one flavor, though; there's a lot of "right" ways to do a rivalry, and it doesn't always require that they be each others' antagonist or shadow (heh). For example, Knuckles and Sonic are also rivals, but in different ways and for different reasons.

So, who might Amy’s rival be? Amy is a high-leaping, hammer-swinging juggernaut. She's open-hearted, earnest, passionate, positive, and adventurous. She surrounds herself in love and spreads it around—to her, that’s what matters. While I think Rouge’s guarded social suaveness, materialism and opportunism works to this end, it’s not quite there. I’d like a rival who’s more Amy’s foil; they’d be a more direct, alternate answer to the way Amy lives and expresses herself. I’d like it to feel like they were made with each other in mind. Perhaps more of a “Raven” to her “Starfire”, so to speak.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that Amy and Rouge as rivals doesn’t really have the same effect in my head by default. They don’t feel like direct answers to each other’s ‘style’ to me. They don’t have similar concerns (or competing concerns) consistently enough. They wouldn’t have many opportunities or motivation to get in each other’s way or compete. And that’s what I’d like to see.

Final note: I don't think it's all or nothing! I’d love them to interact more, and I don’t mind being proven wrong here. I mentioned it above, but based on their personalities, I believe there's likely plenty of specific contexts where Rouge and Amy would clash in the way the more established rivalries do, and it'd be both fun and interesting to see. But if I try to meditate on that any more, this thing’s gonna get waaay too long, so I’ll put a cap on it here.

Anyway! That’s that on that. Thanks for this one!

[pinerreader]

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The owners thereof have the same rights in the roads and streets as the drivers of horses or those riding a bicycle or traveling in some other vehicle.” 3rd 667 (1971) “The right to make use of an automobile as a vehicle of travel long the highways of the state, is no longer an open question. “The RIGHT of the citizen to DRIVE on the public street with freedom from police interference, unless he is engaged in suspicious conduct associated in some manner with criminality is a FUNDAMENTAL CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT which must be protected by the courts.” People v. “The owner of an automobile has the same right as the owner of other vehicles to use the highway,* * * A traveler on foot has the same right to the use of the public highways as an automobile or any other vehicle.” “A traveler has an equal right to employ an automobile as a means of transportation and to occupy the public highways with other vehicles in common use.”Ĭampbell v. It is a right of liberty, the enjoyment of which is protected by the guarantees of the federal and state constitutions.”Īdams v. “The right to operate a motor vehicle upon the public streets and highways is not a mere privilege. 2009 “The use of the automobile as a necessary adjunct to the earning of a livelihood in modern life requires us in the interest of realism to conclude that the RIGHT to use an automobile on the public highways partakes of the nature of a liberty within the meaning of the Constitutional guarantees.”īerberian v. 562, 566-67 (1979) “citizens have a right to drive upon the public streets of the District of Columbia or any other city absent a constitutionally sound reason for limiting their access.”Ĭaneisha Mills v. Danforth, Miss., 12 S.2d 784 “… the right of the citizen to drive on a public street with freedom from police interference… is a fundamental constitutional right” -White, 97 Cal.App.3d.141, 158 Cal.Rptr. It includes the right, in so doing, to use the ordinary and usual conveyances of the day, and under the existing modes of travel, includes the right to drive a horse drawn carriage or wagon thereon or to operate an automobile thereon, for the usual and ordinary purpose of life and business.” –

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The mobile version is also strictly for iPhones and will never be available for Android smartphones. Comparing Apple Photos vs Lightroom, I must say that the main disadvantage of Apple Photos is that it can be used only on Apple devices. In case you don’t have an Internet connection, you can see the low-resolution thumbnail of your photos. + You can access your photos from anywhere.

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You will also have a chance to save PDF files to iBooks or share them with other Apple devices via AirPlay. Only a few clicks and you will be able to share pictures and slideshows via Message (text), Mail (email), iCloud Photo Sharing, Notes, Twitter, Facebook, or Flickr. It’s very easy to share your photos in this program. + Sharing files & compatibility with devices. Also, this program provides a great auto-enhance tool and the possibility to undo your edits or revert them in a single click. Just one click and you will be able to add Vivid, Dramatic, Mono, Noir, and many other filters. You can use them as filters on Instagram or Luminar.

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For example, if you are editing a long document, you cannot wait till you complete editing to save the file. This method might fix the error yet, there is a huge drawback. Select the location to save the file and give different file name.From the File menu, select the Save As option.After making the required changes on the word file, go to File in the Menu bar.Most importantly, the save as option is easiest and you can avoid going through all those complicated steps to change the privileges on Mac. However, you can use the save as option in the file menu to create a new file in a different location on Mac. Generally, when the file is write-protected, it will only restrict to save the recent changes.

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Hence please refer to the above section for a detailed explanation on how to fix Word file permission on Mac. Fortunately, the process of changing file privileges remains the same as the folder. In such cases, you have to change the read-only attribute to read and write. But, when you try to make some changes and try to save the file, you will see a pop-up error saying Microsoft cannot complete the save file permission error. In such cases, you can open the word document and read it. Similar to a folder, even Word files can be restricted with read-only attributes. Click on it and select apply to the enclosed itemsĬhange the Word file Permission to Read and Write

At the bottom of the info screen, there is an action pop-up menu button or a ring icon with 3 dots.

Now the privilege button will be enabled, click on the button and change the it to read and write.

Click on the lock icon and enter the administrator credentials.

At the bottom right corner of the info dialogue box, you will see a small lock icon.

As per my experience, it must be set to read-only

Click on it to see the existing users and privileges.

At the bottom of the Info dialogue box, you will see sharing and permissions tab with a drop-down arrow.

Right-click on the folder and select the get info option.

Select the folder or volume or disk where the word file is residing.

To fix the file Permission in Word error on Mac, you just have to change the privileges.įollowing are the steps on how to change. As a Mac user, you might have already known that on iOS you can set specific privileges for the folder, volume, and disks. How do I fix permissions in Word for Mac?Īccording to Apple, a Word file permission error on Mac will occur when folder privileges are restricted to read-only. Before proceeding any further, if you feel that your Word Doc is damaged, you can easily fix it using Remo Repair Word.

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As the error suggests that, you just don’t have permission to save the word files. The first thing you have to understand is, it is not a complicated error. Reasons for Microsoft cannot complete the save file permission error on Mac (2016, 2013, 2010) Even before trying to fix the error, it is better for you to know the reasons for these errors. However, in most rare case scenarios, there is a possibility that your MS Word document is damaged. A few troubleshooting methods will fix the error. Microsoft cannot complete the save file permission error on Mac, to be clear this is not a critical error and, there is no reason to panic.

[heretherebedork]

Hi. I really wanted to talk to someone about eclipse but no one I know is watching it😭😭 but then I read all your amazing analysis🥰🥰

I just wanted to ask about your thoughts on how akk is as a prefect.

I’ve been thinking about how beloved of a prefect akk would be if the school and its teachers weren’t so shitty. He genuinely wants to protect the students even if he doesn’t always choose a good method. I think the biggest reason he’s so harsh on the protestors is because he thinks his methods are nothing compared to the school. Especially coming from a lower socioeconomic he realizes what having something on your record can be detrimental to the future and he’s trying to stop them from doing what he thinks they will regret later.

He upholds the schools values in front of the students but also doesn’t go overboard with the power play . Like when he stopped namo from taking the phone from the kid but still confiscated the phone because it was against the rules. At the same time he also brings the students perspective to the teachers too. Like the scene where the teachers were drilling into ayan. He thought they were going overboard and went straight to chadok. This is such a mature way of handling situations like this and I don’t think a lot of ppl realize it. He realizes he has that privilege of directly asking chadok and even gave him the benefit of the doubt of not knowing what the teachers were doing. Because he thought that this isn’t something ppl he respected would do.

For him, the rules with the uniforms and not having phones isn’t a big deal. They are easy to follow. But what the teachers did to ayan wasn’t right. It was a clear power play and he was immediately uncomfortable with it. So when taking to chadok didn’t work he went to teacher waree who still had some power to stop this.

A good mentor could’ve really taught him about flexibility of rules depending on circumstances. They could’ve taught him about how different ppl have different priorities. And you have to let them make their own decisions and choose their own consequences 😭 I just think about how much he could’ve thrived if he had better teachers and just😭😭😭😭

That's part of the real message of The Eclipse, between the revolution and the romance.

It's that good people end up hurting people because they're taught the wrong things.

It's that Akk, who is a wonderful young man just doing his best, is hurting Ayan and The World Remembers because he thinks he's doing the right thing because that's what he's been taught.

It's that Kan, a young gay man, is hurting himself and people around him because he's been taught that the only way to exist is to hide who he is because of 100 year old rules upheld by the people those rules benefit.

It's Thua hiding his earrings and staying silent because it's safe and he needs to be safe and he can follow the rules so he does because if he doesn't he gets punished.

It's the teachers all ganging up on Ayan even though he is a literal child because he goes against the rules they're upholding and nothing else matters to them because all of their power is in those rules.

It's why Akk can go to the teachers and talk about Ayan and receive an answer that troubles him because it calls so many of the reasons he's been following these rules into but he also doesn't know how to question them because they're all he knows.

It's how being around Dika is what led Ayan to revolution but also what helped The World Remembers and how we know they knew him and that he was most likely on their side.

It's how losing Dika is what broke Ayan, what sent him there, but it's also the look Akk and Kan shared at the thought that he might be dead, at the loss that would be.

It's about the school erasing Dika because he promoted equality and he promoted the very idea that not all of the old rules must be followed as times change.

Akk is exactly what Suppalo has shaped him to be and, yes, we can see who he could have been and we can tell that he is a good person trapped in a bad place and that, sometimes, he ever knows it. But we can also see that he has accepted his role in this and that he is not backing down despite knowing that what he's doing isn't right.

Akk and Kan are both proof of exactly what Suppalo does to people. Even Thua, honestly, even Wat. They're all shaped by this school that has taught him values that are contrary to who they are as people and you see how much it hurts them.

Kan has so much self-hatred and aching and yearning and pain and he's hiding himself and pushing people away while Akk fights for the teachers to try for any chance to protect other students and Wat knows his dreams are beyond him.

Suppalo is the enemy. Suppalo is taking these boys, these good boys, and turning them into more people who will mindlessly follow the old laws and uphold the old rules just because that's what they do.

[justanothersimp21]

Becoming Part of the Family [Lady D x Reader]

Chapter X.

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It's been three days since your incident with the lycan and the whole Dimitrescu family have been quite...protective of you.

Especially Daniela.

Even the maids treat you as if you were apart of the Dimitrescu family which made you feel somewhat uneasy. They seemed so scared of you. Just yesterday, one of them was responsible of making you food and serving it to you in bed.

You were perfectly fine to do things on your own but the Dimitrescu family insisted you remain on bed rest until you were "fully healed". You were confused because the wound on your back had disappeared already, the alcohol that Daniela poured on you was simply magical.

The maid who was responsible for making your food had brought it in with shaky hands. It was chicken noodle soup. She was so scared that she slipped and spilled the soup all over your bedroom floor.

You leapt out of the bed to help her out but she quickly jumped to her feet and raised her hands, "I'm sorry!"

"It's alright, sweetie," You gently said with a warm smile, you didn't recognize her. She must've been newly hired. It explains why she seems terrified of you.

You had to admit, you were wearing pretty fancy silk pajamas and were being served. No other maid had your privilege. Not to mention you were pretty tall, even taller than the three daughters.

You helped her wipe away the food from the floor and placed the chunks of chicken and noodles back into the large bowl.

She started crying, tears cascading down her face as you both finished cleaning, "I'm going to the cellar, aren't I?"

"You'd only get sent to the cellar if you make a mistake in front of the ladies of the castle," You replied, not wanting to lie, "I am in no position to do such a thing to you nor would I want to."

"Y-You're not one of the ladies of the castle?" The maid stuttered out, obviously shocked yet still fearful.

You frowned, "No. I'm a maid just like you."

Well, not exactly like her. You were the personal maid to the daughters.

The maid froze. She just stared at you as if you were some kind of some kind of delusion.

You notice that her hands were still somewhat wet from the remains of soup and grabbed a wet cloth. She flinched as you gently started to wipe away the little chunks along her arms.

As you wiped them away, you notice some cuts along her wrists and hands. You sighed and figured that either Cassandra or Daniela was responsible for them.

"Do they sting?" You question gently.

The maid was still staring at you before she slowly shook her head, "No, they don't. Do yours?"

She eyed the scars around your arms and gazed at you in concern and curiosity. You actually forgot you even had them.

"No," You replied curtly and placed the wet cloth into the bowl of soup. It's not like you were going to eat the soup now.

The maid frowned in shame, "I will go get you some more soup. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience."

You opened your mouth to reply but the maid was gone in a flash. You sighed and sat down on the side of your bed, wondering if it was smart to be so nice to the maid. You didn't want her to think you were friends even if you wanted her to be.

Getting too close to someone in this castle would usually result in heartache.

You might find out that your fellow maid whom you considered your best friend made a mistake and got dragged down to the cellar. And everyone knows that once you're forced in the cellar, there's no escape.

Maybe you should still try to be friends with her.

The maid soon returned with a fresh bowl and didn't spill it this time. You gently smiled at the happy gleam in her eyes as she triumphantly handed you the bowl.

You chuckled, "Thank you."

She looked pleasantly surprised at your thanks and suddenly got shy, bowing her head and mumbling, "You're welcome."

She waited until you were done, both of you making light conversation with one another. You found out her name was Ingrid and that she became a maid for the same reason you did-- shelter from the lycans.

She shared your thought about rather dying in the castle other than outside it.

After you finished your food, she bowed her head and left the room with a small smile on her lips.

That's what happened yesterday.

Right now, it was early morning and you were currently roaming the halls alone-- looking for any of the daughters. You were sick of lying in bed and wanted something to do.

You changed out of your pajamas and was currently wearing your old maid uniform.

Daniela was probably in the library, Cassandra was probably in the dungeon doing who knows what below the castle and Bela was probably in her room.

You were heading to Bela's room first when you noticed Ingrid having trouble carrying a basket full of Lady Dimitrescu's laundry. You couldn't even see her head because the clothes were piled high.

You quickly made your way over to her and took the basket out of her hands. She flinched at your sudden movement but relaxed when she realized it was you.

"Y/n," She grinned before tilting her head in confusion, "Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest?"

You shrugged, "I don't like doing nothing for long. I'll help you with these."

She happily nodded her head and the two of you walked towards Lady Dimitrescu's private chambers. When you both reached her room, you motioned for Ingrid to knock on the bedroom door.

You didn't need to have sensitive hearing to know that Ingrid's heart was pounding as she timidly raised up her hand and knocked on the large door. Poor girl looked so petrified.

A commanding voice came from the other side, "Come in."

You smiled at her voice. It's been awhile since the two of you have spoken to each other. Her daughters were usually the one that came to checkup on you. You thought Lady Dimitrescu didn't really care enough to see you herself.

That was until Cassandra visited you and casually said, "Mother said she wanted to come see you but is too busy with work."

"Wait. She's concerned about me?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you straightened your posture on the bed.

Cassandra giggled, "You have no idea. She's having us report to her to see how you're doing literally all the time."

You snapped out of your memory as Ingrid pushed open Lady Dimitrescu's door, the two of you entering.

Lady Dimitrescu was sitting in front of her vanity, applying her lipstick. Once she caught sight of you through her mirror, a little smile played on her lips. Her face went back to stoic once she realized you didn't come alone.

"We have your clothes, my lady," You decided to speak up because Ingrid looked about ready to pass out from fear.

"You're supposed to be in bed," Lady Dimitrescu turned around in her chair so she was speaking to you face-to-face, "Why are you out of your room?"

You frowned and gently set down her basket of folded clothes-- which mostly consisted of multiple white and maroon colored dresses-- on the floor.

"Forgive me, my lady but I'm perfectly capable of going back to work. My back has healed quite nicely thanks to you and your daughters," You stated earnestly, sending her an appreciative gaze.

She blinked, a look of interest on her face before she nodded her head and turned to Ingrid, "And you are?"

You wondered why the matriarch asked that. Surely she knew who Ingrid is. After all, she did tell you that she knew everything that went on in her castle. Maybe it was to intimate Ingrid by putting her on the spot?

You notice Ingrid gulp and glance your way, you sent her a reassuring smile. This caused her to relax slightly and straighten her posture. Lady Dimitrescu noticed the little exchange between you two and narrowed her eyes.

Ingrid bowed her head at Lady Dimitrescu, "I-Ingrid, my lady."

"How quaint," Lady Dimitrescu stared Ingrid down, a fire in her eyes, "Everyone trembles in fear whenever they first meet me. Am I not as terrifying or commanding as I used to be? Should I show you just what I'm capable of?"

You frowned at her obvious threat to Ingrid and observed her. Lady Dimitrescu seemed to be very...tense. Stressed might be the more correct term of use here. She did appear more tired.

Cassandra did say that her mother has been busy with work, you hope the matriarch hasn’t been neglecting to take care of herself because of that.

Ingrid started shaking and unconsciously shifted so she was closer to you. That did nothing to calm Lady Dimitrescu's sudden anger. In fact, it seemed to fuel her anger more.

You watched as Lady Dimitrescu stood up from her chair and rose to her full height, glaring at Ingrid. Actually, even you were slightly afraid. Lady Dimitrescu usually held a poker face or a knowing smirk on her face, not a glowering expression.

"My lady, are you feeling alright?" You questioned in concern.

The lady of the castle's gaze flickered over to you and the anger disappeared from her expression, she let out a small sigh, "Yes."

Well that was an obvious no.

You were going to say something in reply when her bedroom door sprang open, startling everyone in the room. Ingrid quickly hugged your arm, terrified. A certain redhead ran inside.

"Mother! I couldn't find Y/n in her room! She's missing! We-" Daniela stopped when she noticed you in the room, "Y/n!"

She smiled brightly and jumped into your arms. You were slightly thrown off by her sudden weight but quickly regained your footing, chuckling, "Good morning, Lady Daniela."

"Good morning!" She pulled back from the hug and gently got off you, it was then she noticed the other maid hugging your arm.

You felt Ingrid tense up and lightly patted her back gently, trying to calm her down.

"The sound of your rapid heartbeat is flattering. Is it for me?" Daniela sweetly questioned Ingrid, being flirtatious.

Ingrid struggled to reply and she still held onto you as if you were keeping her grounded. To be fair, you probably were. Lady Dimitrescu and Daniela were bluntly staring at her, calculating her every move.

"Not gonna answer me? How rude," Daniela pouted.

Lady Dimitrescu immediately glared at the maid for making her daughter upset.

Almost immediately, Ingrid spoke, "I'm terribly sorry, Lady Daniela. I don't really know how to respond."

"It's fine. Everyone falls for me eventually," Daniela winked.

You couldn't help but chuckle at that.

Daniela then turned her attention back on you, "Y/n, since you're out of bed, you can finally fulfill the duties my sisters and I have in store for you. Starting with me."

"Yes!" You cheered happily.

Finally, you had something to do other than lie in bed.

You blushed when Ingrid, Daniela, and Lady Dimitrescu stared at you in amusement.

You cleared your throat, "I mean...It would be my pleasure to serve you, Lady Daniela."

Daniela giggled and started tugging you away. Ingrid quickly released her grip on your arm and sent a small smile your way as Daniela dragged you out of the bedroom. You felt kind of bad leaving Ingrid alone with Lady Dimitrescu but figured she won't do anything stupid to anger the Lady.

You nodded your head back at her and gave a quick bow to Lady Dimitrescu, "Have an amazing rest of your day, my lady."

Lady Dimitrescu smiled softly and was about to reply when Daniela fully tugged you out of the room and started running. You started moving your legs faster to run along with her.

"Mother's Day is tomorrow," Daniela stated softly as you both ran, her leading you to her bedroom, "I need your help with the necklace."

You grinned and happily followed her.

. . .

"Wow," You mumbled in amazement when the two of you added the finishing touches to the necklace, "You have amazing talent."

Daniela rubbed her neck, flustered by your compliment, "Thank you."

You gently patted her head, "No problem. So, what else do you need me to do?"

Daniela hid the necklace inside her closet and turned back to face you, her expression was guarded as she stared at you, "That maid...the one who was holding onto your arm. Are you two close?"

"I'd say I'm closer to her than the other maids," It was sad but true. Even though you met her yesterday, you're closer to her than any other maid because you actually tried to form some kind of relationship with her.

Daniela blinked, you couldn't tell what she was thinking, "Do you...like her?"

"Yeah? She seems nice enough," You replied in confusion.

Daniela narrowed her eyes at you, "I'm talking about a more than friends kind of relationship..."

You froze.

"I mean she's pretty adorable and nice but I'd say we're just friends..." You finally mutter after your moment of shock.

It’s not like you can date her either. The survival rate in the castle is pretty much close to none. As upset it would make you feel, either of you can be dead within seconds if any one of the ladies of the castle wishes it so.

Daniela simply hummed and sat down on her bed, "Alright, if you say so."

What does she mean by that?

An awkward silence ensued.

"My turn with Y/n!" The both of you heard Cassandra bang on the closed bedroom door after a minute of tense silence.

Daniela honestly looked like she couldn't care less about her sister calling out for you. She chose to ignore Cassandra and instead stared at you blankly. She looked like she was trying to figure out a complicated math problem.

Daniela opened her mouth to speak when the door to her room opened up, an annoyed Cassandra entering with a huff, "I don't know if you two could hear a thing I said but it's my turn with Y/n."

"We heard," Daniela deadpanned with a slight growl in her voice, obviously upset at being interrupted before she could say whatever she wanted to say to you.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes at Daniela before turning to you, offering a sly smile, "Let's go."

You were slightly disappointed, you wanted to hear what Daniela wanted to say.

Nonetheless, you did miss spending time with Cassandra. You got up from the chair in front of the vanity and started following Cassandra out of the room.

You paused and bowed your head at Daniela who stared after you two in silence, "I'll speak to you later, Lady Daniela."

"Alright," She hummed, a small smile on her lips, "Oh, and Y/n?"

"Yes?" You questioned, staying under her doorframe to listen to what she wanted to say.

Daniela fiddled with her fingers, obviously a bit timid, "Thank you."

You were confused by what exactly she was thanking you for but you softly smiled and dipped your head again, "It's always a pleasure, Lady Daniela."

"Y/n, come onnnn," Cassandra whined and gently grabbed your arm, tugging you out of the room impatiently.

As you were being pulled, you noticed that the small smile disappear from Daniela's lips. She was now frowning in confusion, sighing and falling back on her bed in a slump.

She probably thought you didn't see it but you certainly did.

Worry was slowly creeping up in your stomach, you'll ask Daniela if she's okay later.

Hopefully whatever she's upset about isn't that bad and can be easily solved.

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