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thehermitcraftqueen · 3 years

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Nobody - Angst, Scott x Jimmy

Another angst songfic, and despite the angst, I really enjoyed writing this one. This one is the hobbit husbands, for @/jubilee__line_ on Twitter.

The song is 'Nobody' by Mitski.

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people

Arrows were flying from both sides as the battle raged. One particular Red Army member drew his bow and let an arrow fly. It sped through the air and into the bunker, hitting Jimmy. He collapsed, vanishing as the death message appeared. The fight continued, but Scott could feel himself breaking.

That scene kept repeating itself in Scott's head ever since the event. It haunted him, sending him into a mindset of grief, regret, and hate. Scott constantly asked himself if there was some way he could've changed the outcome, put his yellow life before Jimmy's red somehow, but he didn't know. Either way, he felt guilty, as if it was his fault. Every moment he spent at the base he used to share with Jimmy hurt, but at the same time, he couldn't bear to be away from it. It was all he had left of Jimmy, and he'd miss it too much if he tried to leave.

And Jimmy he missed with every breath. His soft brown eyes always sparkling with excitement or mischief. His wide smile, usually accompanied by the laugh that Scott adored. His touch, that on its own could make Scott feel reassured. His lips and the world of new feelings when they kissed. Even his eye for trouble. Scott missed everything.

Maybe it was just him being too hopeful, or even being lonely, but at times Scott could almost feel Jimmy's presence. He couldn't see him, but it was like he could feel his touch again, sense Jimmy standing next to him, even catch what he thought was an almost inaudible whisper. But he was never sure, and he didn't want to give himself false hope.

Scott sighed, turning his tear-stained face to the window. It was a nice day, but he hadn't been outside in a while. Maybe some fresh air would do him some good. He pushed open the window and leaned against it as cool air rushed inside. It felt good, but it didn't cure the deep feelings of grief and loneliness.

Suddenly, Scott realized he could hear people shouting in the distance. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was going on, but he headed outside to investigate anyway.

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

Did its people want too much too?

Did its people want too much?

Scott climbed up the hill over his house and gazed over at the Crastle. A battle between Team Crastle and the Red Army seemed to be going on. The Red Army had the castle surrounded, while arrows rained down on them from the people in the castle above.

What was the point of all this? To kill each other? Scott didn't even know how he thought the idea sounded fun at first, but now he hated it. He lost Jimmy because of this war. Part of him knew that he'd see his love again, but at the same time, a deeper part of him couldn't help but worry how true that was. Death wasn't something to be taken lightly. What if Grian had messed something up with the server, and those dead would be dead forever?

Scott didn't want to win anymore. He didn't know why anyone else would either. If this was what he'd have to go through, it was too much.

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

Even so, Scott couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as he watched his allies fighting. He should be over there, helping them. But he didn't want to fight anymore, not if Jimmy wasn't next to him. He wanted to go back in time, back to when everything was peaceful and Jimmy was alive. Back when he felt alright.

Scott clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched the battle. The Crastle people kept taking hits from the Red Army below, and even from afar it was clear they were getting worried. Guilt and anger made Scott's blood boil, and when a death message flashed that was the last straw.

"I'll see you soon, Jimmy," Scott whispered, before pulling out his bow and charging down the hill.

And I know no one will save me

I just need someone to kiss

Give me one good honest kiss

And I'll be alright

Scott began sniping the Red Army members, focusing on Ren. At first, the so-called king didn't turn, but after a moment he seemed to realize he was being shot at from a different side and whipped around. Scott's heart leaped into his throat as Ren began sprinting over to him, but he pulled out his sword and faced his enemy bravely.

Their swords clashed. Scott struggled to hold on, but his skills lied in a bow more than a sword. In little time, Ren had overpowered him. Scott tried to run, but he wasn't fast enough.

Pain flooded through his body as Ren hit him repeatedly. Rapidly, his hearts drained to nothing, and his death message flashed as his world went black.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the air above where he'd died. It was like he was viewing it through a red filter, and the 'respawn' button floated in front of him. He went to hit it, but something stopped him. Without even thinking why he turned around to see Jimmy standing behind him. He was partly transparent, but it was Jimmy.

"Jimmy..." Scott whispered.

Jimmy smiled softly and offered his hands. Hesitantly, Scott placed his hands in Jimmy's. Jimmy's hands phased through his, but Scott could feel them as if their hands were really touching. His eyes pricked with tears, and he glanced back up to look into Jimmy's eyes. They were sad, but he had a reassuring smile.

"The war's not over yet, Scott. But we'll see each other soon, I promise..." Jimmy whispered.

Scott opened his mouth to reply, but he blinked and Jimmy was gone. He bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears as he pressed the 'respawn' button.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody

It took Scott several minutes to collect himself after he respawned. When his tears had ceased enough for him to think, he made his way back to the Crastle. The battle had ended. The Red Army was gone, and Team Crastle was outside, picking up the items of those who had died. Impulse was now red, Scott noticed, but miraculously the other reds, Tango, Bdubs, and Scar, had managed to survive.

“Oh, Scott, you’re back,” Bdubs said. “Your stuff is in a chest over there,” he added, pointing to a chest near the spot Ren had killed him.

“Thanks,” Scott replied, heading over there and opening the chest. He collected his gear then turned back to his allies. “Well, I’ll be heading back home now...”

“Actually, we were wondering if you’d like to stay with us in the Crastle?” Tango asked. “Y’know, so that you don’t have to run here next time Ren attacks, and you might be safer.”

Scott paused and thought about that for a moment. It would be a good idea, but he didn’t want to leave his base. He felt closest to Jimmy there, and he would rather be there than the Crastle, despite all the memories and pain.

“It’s a nice offer, but I think I’m going to stay at my base,” Scott said.

“Memories?” Scar asked, surprisingly softly.

“Um—yeah,” Scott nodded.

“That’s understandable. Just be careful,” Scar said.

Scott nodded, deciding not to question Scar’s gentleness. It was Scar after all, and he was a mystery to anyone. “I will.”

Casting one last glance at the others, Scott turned and began walking back home.

I've been big and small

And big and small

And big and small again

And still nobody wants me

Still nobody wants me

A few days passed with no fighting. Scott stayed in his hobbit hole mostly, occasionally going outside to get some fresh air, but he didn't see anyone. He did, however, feel Jimmy's presence more and more as time went on. Scott wasn't sure how he felt about this. Being able to feel that Jimmy was there but never see him caused almost more pain than when he'd lost him, but at the same time, Scott preferred that over losing Jimmy completely.

Scott remembered what Jimmy had said about them being together soon and wondered if that meant his time was coming. He knew the final battle was close; would he die then? Honestly, he didn’t mind if he did. He’d go down fighting, an honorable death, and any end to his constant grief and pain would be a welcome one.

Finally, the time came. Impulse showed up at Scott’s door, injured and breathing heavily as he informed Scott that the Red Army was attacking again.

And I know no one will save me

I'm just asking for a kiss

Give me one good movie kiss

And I'll be alright

The next events happened in a blur.

Scott returned to the Crastle with Impulse, raining arrows on the Red Army. He got several hits, maybe even a death or two. He didn't know. He didn't keep track. His mind was a mess the entire battle, and several times he thought he saw Jimmy's ghost fighting beside him.

Etho's sword came out of nowhere.

Scott gasped as the blade stabbed into his stomach and he stared into the wild, mismatched eyes of his attacker. Etho said nothing aloud, but Scott knew what he was thinking: This is revenge.

Scott understood that completely; he wanted it too.

Pain surged through Scott’s body as Etho stabbed him again. Scott raised his sword to fight back, and he did decent damage to Etho. However, his attacks weakened as his energy depleted. His life flashed before his eyes as Etho landed the final hit. Letting out his last, ragged breath, Scott closed his eyes and let himself fall into darkness.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody

He floated into the air a moment later as a ghost. A sigh escaped him as he stared down at his corpse. He lifted his head and turned as he felt a familiar presence.

"I've missed you."

A smile spread across Scott's face as he turned to embrace his husband.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, no

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kilismaiden · 7 years

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I Burn...

For the winter blues challenge by the lovely @outside-the-government I forgot my prompt and actually had to ask for it again. Let’s get medical, medical!

Sudden onset of a persistent fever of 104 degrees, not responding to antipyretics or cooling measures. Accompanied by severe fatigue, shivering, drowsiness, and disorientation.

The mission was going great until your away team was attacked. It was an amazing firefight to say the least but there were injured. You were able to grab onto your second in command of your team and drag him to cover.

Finally taking a second to catch your breath you heard the grunts from your SIC. Looking over to see that he had sustained a nasty phaser burn to his left thigh, you decided to rip the bottom of your undershirt to make a bandage to stop the bleeding. Using pressure on the wound your SIC tried to muffle a scream of pain. You were able to get the bandage tied relatively easily, taking another moment to realize you weren’t under fire anymore.

Crouching from behind your cover you saw the other two members of your security team lying dead in the atrium of the garden. You bowed your head muttering a soft “Shit” then focused on the scene at hand. Your attackers had backed off and a canopy of what looked like ivy had started to descend around you and your partner. You looked over to him with a confused look and pointed for him to look up and make sure you were seeing what you were. “Well that can be either comforting or a death wish...” you said quietly moving back you his side. He grunted and nodded his head.

You remembered your communicator and pulled it from your side pack. “Lieutenant Y/L/N to Enterprise,come in Enterprise we have a situation down here.” Hearing your communicator come to life and smiled when you heard the charming voice of your best friend Captain James T. Kirk. “Enterprise here LT. What’s your situation? I thought you were just going on a scouting mission.” You chuckled and responded, “Well see Sir, the locals didn’t like us in their pretty gardens and now we are down 2 security and my SIC has a leg wound.”

~~Enterprise~~

Swiftly standing up, Jim responded to you, “Y/N are you hurt? Bone’s would kill me if you are hurt!” You responded with static becoming more prevalent on your transmission “As of right now Jimmy, you are safe. Is there any way you can beam us out of here?” Jim closed his eyes and sighed, then replied “Y/N, there is too much interference. Mr. Scott is trying to triangulate onto your comm location but this isn’t normal anomalies we’ve dealt with before.”

You looked up and around you as the ivy was spreading down fast, “Jim I think I know what is causing the problem but I have no clue how to fix it. Can you get a lock on our probe equipment? It has a camera on it. I’d like Mr. Spock and especially Mr. Sulu to get a look at whats going on.” Jim turned his gaze to Spock, with his nod of approval Jim turned to Nyota and gave her a nod, she went to work flipping switches and pushing buttons to boost the signal to get a visual of the ground crew. “I have them Sir.” Uhura replied. By this time Spock and Sulu had made their way to stand next to Jim for a better view. Your face was suddenly on the big screen with horrible static breaking through as well. “Hey gang. Can you read me?” “Yeah Y/N, we can now show us what’s going on?” You picked up the camera off the tripod and moved the lens to view the ever quickly growing canopy of vines getting closer to your hideout.

By this time your boyfriend Dr. McCoy had heard what was going on and made his way to the bridge to see if there was anything he could do. Walking off of the turbo lift he was greeted with your face on the front screen. He gasped seeing the state of you. Not to say you didn’t have some scrapes and bruises but you were well better off than the rest of your team.

“Y/N, those look to be a species of Hedera helix similar to that of earth.” Said Sulu. He looked over to Spock and he agreed with a nod of his head. You sighed and placed your hand to your head, “Ok and that means?” This time Mr. Spock took over, “Lieutenant Y/L/N they aren’t harmful and you should be able to move them out of your way and get back to the transportation location we predetermined.” You turned the camera to your face, “Listen, this headro felix whatever you call it isn’t like anything I’ve seen on Earth.” Jim looked back to Bones and nodded the turned back to you on screen, “What do you mean Y/N? What’s different?” Turning the camera back to the area you had just shown them, “See? You could see that column behind it before and now some 30 seconds later its completely gone. This stuff is spreading fast and I don’t like it.”

Spock and Sulu moved closer to observe while Bones walked over to Jim,” Jim you promised me this mission was safe. What the hell happened?” Jim sighed and replied “Bones she will be ok, we will get her out.”

Bones walked over when he heard Spock and Sulu questioning you to reach out and touch the plant to see if you would be able to move it simply or you would have to find another way. “Good God man! Do you realize how dangerous that is? What if its poisonous and we cant get her in time? You know she has weird allergies almost just as bad as Jim. You wanna chance that? Cause I don’t. That’s my girlfriend down there and I would like to have her give me the chance to spend the rest of her life with me if you don’t kill her first.” You and Bones had been talking about the future and you knew that you didn’t want to stay with anyone else and he agreed but didn’t make it official. He couldn’t find the right moment to ask. You turned the camera back to your face. “Awe Bonesy, Is that your way of asking me to marry you?”

You could even hear the eye roll he gave you. He was about to respond when you noticed a pulling on your leg and looked down to one of the vines wrapping its way around your ankle. Bones picked up on your panic and got very serious “Sweetheart what is it? What happened?” All of a sudden there was a quick snap and pull of the vine around your ankle that pulled you from your feet, dropping the camera in the process. You could hear Bones and Jim screaming your name as you were pulled backward screaming for help the entire way until you were out of the “protection zone” of the ivy canopy.

Mr. Scott came over the comm line, “Captain her bio sign moved to the east very quickly and vanished. I can’nae find her.” Both Jim and Bones swore under their breath.

By this time your SIC crawled over to the camera and picked it up, “Captain I... I can still... I still hear her screams Sir.” Bones took this time to punch the railing he was leaning against. “Ensign Sato, I understand. Give us a few minutes to put together a security team with a medic and we will be down to get you shortly. Enterprise out.” With that they ended the transmission.

Fuming, Bones ended his pacing in front of Jim, “I’m going. You can’t stop me. I have to find her.” Jim looked at him with pleading eyes then nodded,”Bones, you, me, Mr. Spock, Helmsman Sulu, and Ensigns Williams and Brown will transport to the surface and retrieve Ensign Sato and Lieutenant Y/L/N and the lost members of our crew.” With a resounding “Yes Sir” everyone moved about to make the changes to stations and ready for transport.

Ok I want to spread this out because I have so much planned for this I hope this is a good stopping point...

@outside-the-government

#write away the winter blues

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takebackthedream · 7 years

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Do Democrats Really Need Wall Street? by Harvey J Kaye

Halloween is coming and fear mongering seems to be the order of the day – not just on the part of Republicans, but apparently no less so on the part of “centrist” and conservative Democrats who are expressing growing anxiety about offending big donors who see politics not as the pursuit of justice but as the pursuit of their interests.

Douglas Schoen, said to have been Bill Clinton’s favorite pollster during his presidency, has taken to the Op-Ed page of the New York Times to warn center-right party members and friends that all Hell will break loose if the Democrats embrace a platform promising “wealth redistribution through higher taxes and Medicare for all” and utilizing democracy to challenge the power of money.

Don’t be bewitched by the fantasies of folks such as Senators Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren, Schoen counsels, for if you do, the American financial elite will not keep the party’s “coffers full.” Indeed, he argues, “Democrats should strengthen their ties to Wall Street,” for “America is a center-right, pro-capitalist nation.”

“Memories in politics are short,” Schoen wrote. And he wrings his hands over the amnesia that robs people of remembering that the center-right assembled under Bill Clinton enabled him to balance the budget, limit government, and protect essential programs “that make up the social safety net.” Leaving behind “that version of liberalism,” Schoen writes, has cost Democrats several elections. He even claims that Hillary Clinton lost in Michigan and Wisconsin in 2016 because she “lurched to the left.”

Yes, memories are short indeed, but they are made even shorter by the likes of Schoen. The horrors he prophesies make it clear that he does not want us to remember. He wants us to forget, and therefore to tame our aspirations for for social democracy and an economy that serves everyday people instead of the one percent.

Schoen wants us to forget that Hillary Clinton lost the Upper Midwest not because of her supposed “lurch to the left” but because many working people could not erase from their minds her lavishly paid Wall Street engagements and her adamant refusal to “release the transcripts” of those flattering speeches to the bankers.

To many a Rust Belt voter she was the “Goldman Sachs” candidate, something Schoen would consign to the memory hole. Moreover, he wants us to forget that she likely lost the Blue-state of Wisconsin, where I live, because she took it for granted. Defeated here by Bernie Sanders in the primary election, she never returned to Wisconsin to campaign against Donald Trump, who visited the state several times and took advantage of the impact of Russian-sponsored ads on Facebook and Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker’s voter suppression drive that deterred thousands of minority voters from turning out.

More critically, Schoen also wants us to forget how Presidents Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton turned their backs on the Franklin Roosevelt Democratic tradition and proceeded to turn liberalism into neoliberalism. He wants us to forget how Carter alienated millions of working people, opening the door to the conservative administration of Ronald Reagan, by deregulating key sectors of the economy and instituting, in Carter’s own words, “austerity” in government while corporations were exporting jobs, busting unions, and devastating communities.

And Schoen, who has been paid handsomely as a lobbyist to several large corporations (something the New York Times did not point out), would erase from our awareness President Clinton’s sabotage of labor and environmental movements as he pushed the GOP’s pro-corporate North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) through Congress, and then proceeded – after declaring “the era of big government is over” in his 1996 State of the Union Address – to encourage ever greater corporate concentration of ownership in telecommunications, inflict “mass incarceration” on individuals (mostly poor) and communities (mostly black), end “welfare as we know it” at the expense of families who needed it, and – egged on by right-wing Republican senators and Wall Street Democrats whom he had named to run economic policy – killed the New Deal law prohibiting commercial banks from speculating with depositors’ money for risky bank activities, thus putting American on the road to the Great Recession of 2009.

Most critically, Schoen wants us to forget the democratic roots and achievements of what historian Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. called “the long Age of Roosevelt.” He utterly effaces from the Democratic story the historic and history-making “center-left coalition” that FDR and the New Dealers built – the coalition of tough-minded liberals and progressives, backed by working people in all their diversity, which regulated ruthless capitalism, taxed the rich (who nonetheless still seemed to be living high on the hog), rebuilt the nation’s infrastructure, improved the environment, created social security, empowered labor, rescued and supported farmers, fueled consumer movements, and enlarged the “We” in “We the People.”

Here, again, Schoen suffers his own memory loss – of how this coalition led American in the fight against fascism, expanded democracy at home, enacted the GI Bill, and launched a postwar economic boom that not only made the nation richer and stronger, but reduced inequality. Then came legislation for civil rights and voting rights, immigration reform, Medicare and Medicaid, environmental protections, and laws to make both the workplace and marketplace healthier.

Schoen would have us forget both how Democrats once upon a time won national and state elections not by deferring to the demands of corporations but by challenging the power of predatory money, enhancing the rights and benefits of working people, and directly addressing inequality and poverty. He obviously would not have anyone read Listen, Liberal, by Thomas Frank, who described how neoliberal Democrats turned the Party of the People into the Party of Financial and Professional Elites – the One Percent.

I’ll wager Schoen actually knows those histories. And yet he wants us to forget them. Why? Because he knows damn well that if we do remember the history that really happened, not the past he is conjuring up, we might well stop fearing. We might in fact start remembering that we are descended from revolutionaries, radicals, socialists, progressives, populists, labor unionists, feminists, and civil rights and environmental activists who made America truly great by refusing to bow to the powerful and wealthy and instead fighting to extend and deepen freedom, equality, and democracy. The poet Carl Sandburg spoke lyrically of that possibility one hundred years ago: When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget…

Schoen, who spends a lot of time on Fox News as a commentator, appears to be doing the work of Fox and Friends, of conservatives and neoliberals, and that cabal of fixers, white-shoe lawyers, and the political strategists and moneyed crowd of Washington that accelerated America’s race to the financial debacles of 2007-2009.

Are we to make the Democratic Party all the more the Party of Wall Street? Sure – and follow this pied piper right to oblivion?

So, dear reader, my recommendation is to celebrate Halloween by getting yourself a Douglas Schoen mask, knocking on neighborhood doors, and handing out this home-made sign to anyone who answers: “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt, 1933. Don’t forget!!

Cross-posted from Moyers and Company

Harvey J. Kaye is the Ben & Joyce Rosenberg Professor of Democracy and Justice Studies at the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay and author of The Fight for the Four Freedoms: What Made FDR and the Greatest Generation Truly Great (Simon & Schuster). He is currently writing Radicals at Heart: Why Americans Should Embrace their Radical History (The New Press). Follow him on Twitter @harveyjkaye.

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