in your palace warm, mighty king
okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)
anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.
one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.
“you alright? careful, eh?”
bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.
“bud?”
jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.
bitty isn’t blinking.
“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”
jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.
and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—
“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”
the closet looms between them, black and yawning.
“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”
the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.
boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.
once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.
people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.
“bits?”
bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”
jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?
“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”
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Hi! What about Judd Birch with a girl who unwittingly attracts a lot of attention from other guys?
ooooo, interesting.
so we could go with a jealousy route but i always picture judd as an actions guy. so, he wouldn't vocalize it but he'd definitely have planning with the raccoons and get kinda protective.
like he would engage in more pda if y'all are together and some guy is looking too long, tries to pull her attention or dares to shoot his shot.
since we're talking about the girl not realizing it, he'd never take it out on her. she's never to blame. actually he finds it slightly cute and is extremely grateful that she loves him and only him.
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having Delicious in Dungeon as a comfort show is slightly frustrating because there’s only 24 episodes, so I just loop it over and over in a couple days.
And based on the chapter titles from the manga, it seems like there might only be one more season 😭
I want a zillion seasons like One Piece and Dragon Ball!! And a bunch of spin offs like Naruto!!
Wahhhhh
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whenever I see fuckers in the fandom saying that Dunmeshi handles racism well I'm like, no the fuck it didn't.
And I very much suspect the folks saying it does probably don't experience racism on a daily basis. Or have to work closely with people who are openly racist as hell on a regular basis.
We get informed that characters are bigots, experience secondhand bigotry to characters getting macro or microaggressed, none of the characters are shown to actually challenge their beliefs or change them, and the characters that are actively openly bigots receive no comeuppance for it and are supposed to be on some level relatable.
That is not handling the topic of racism in a work well. That's an example of a creator who doesn't really think it's a big deal.
(the same way how the folks who go 'well everyone is a little racist' are just bigots who think that everyone thinks like they do and are the same kinda people who say shit like 'everyone had a nazi phase when they were a teen')
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The current global war fucking sucks because we're like desperately trying to fight misinformation and xenophobia and conspiracy theory and meanwhile Putin's government is actually paying people to make massive bot networks on social media and IA generated articles with great search engine optimization to destabilize european politics and push everyone towards the extreme right and it's ducking working. The french protests seem extremely violent from outside ? That's Putin working to create a feeling of "insecurity" in the country. Antivaxx movement evolving into general distrust for everything scientific and even everything academic ? Putin. Climate change deniers ? Manyyyy many bots on Twitter with coordinated harassment campaigns against researchers, all of it originating from Russia. A lot of tankies online in favor of accelerationism under the guise of political alliances not working so might as well elect the Nazis now ? You fucking guessed it babes.
How the fuck are we meant to fight conspiracy theories when the current political climate sounds like a vast xenophobic theory ?
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