#private terminal mail

[hatboyproject]

hi! i haven't seen you posting anywhere in awhile, so just wanted to check in and see if you're doing okay?

Heya, thanks for asking.

I've actually been having a really super bad time. Death and terminal illness in the only parts of my family worth a damn, my job fell apart, and the man I believe to be the love of my life has decided, "You know what, nah, I just don't wanna. Your love is actually quite inconvenient for me. It'd be great if you could go find someone else. Thanks."

It has been a long, lonely, dark and dreary year. I feel like a Husk and I didn't even need a Dragon's Tooth to do the dirty work.

I opened the Flux Bar scene in Dialogue Editor last week. There have been a lot of changes to the mod kit since I last committed any work, and I need to relearn some of it. Something that's on my mind is perhaps something fans of the project might be able to help me with, as I'm really not sure I can do absolutely everything on my own anymore.

Last time I was working on it I was playing ME3 alongside my work so that I could get a good understanding of how a typical playthrough goes and what a good pacing would be for a romance. Trying to pick moments to write things for and attach triggers to. The problem is that I don't want to play ME3, I want to work on it, and this instinct creates several pitfalls that I crashed headlong into with the beta release. Several conversations I wrote for actually could never trigger appropriately because it wasn't possible to have done the things they needed to trigger by the time the conversation occurred.

I need a detailed layout of how a typical playthrough goes and what key missions and conversations happen when, in what order, and if the order is variable I need to know how variable it is. Basically I really need someone to help me with the business of structuring the thing so I can get down to what I'm good at.

If anyone can help with this please do get in touch. I'm very tired, and maybe HBLE can restore some of my Joie de Vivre because gods know I haven't got any right now.

Thanks for asking, stranger - I wish it was better news, but I am in such a dark place right now that I literally don't see any point in obfuscating it just to be polite or to retain a sense of dignity. What dignity. Lol.

[psiamie]

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thank you 💕 and right back at you

[2222bad]

WHO’S AFRAID OF DIANA ROSS?

[a terrible dream reawakens a heartbreaking reality] | 1.9k words

WARNINGS: infidelity , mentions of sex , angst , :((((

[1986]

the jet lag hit you before the sun could. your private car back to your address was air conditioned and tinted. you could barely make out the images blurring by you outside as you rode back to encino, a ride much faster than you’d remembered it ever being. you weren’t complaining, though. you wanted to see michael as soon as you could.

“beats england any day, huh?” your driver jokes with a grand smile back at you.

you don’t question how he knows you flew in from gatwick. it was probably the terminal number that gave it away. maybe it was the raincoat slung over your briefcase. you were wearing it, but necessity caused for it to be stripped as soon as you landed. the weather forecast predicted a damningly hot day ahead, but, strangely, you didn’t feel it on account of your high spirits.

“that’s right,” you say with a smile that said ‘it’s good to be home.’

within a blink it seemed, your car left you on lindley stood in front of michael’s tucked away apartment. dangling keys in hand, your feet floated to the unit door. you were quiet, you knew you had to be to surprise him. you screwed the key aside at a snail’s pace, your nose inches away from the lock to keep an eye on it, being careful not to make any noise.

inside it was like your bags soared from your hands. there was no burden in your shoulders. and… nothing in the apartment. well, save for the basic things you remembered. but there were no throw pillows, no discarded mail, no empty glasses you’d have to clear from the coffee table. and it looked foggy inside. like a photograph. a grainy pause in time like there’d been no exposure or sunlight. his voicemail box was gone, too. there wasn’t a message of his coming or going.

maybe he left a note?

then, someone giggled his name. that someone wasn’t you. a jagged lump caught your eye in the hall as your eyes flickered past the front room. again, your feet floated to the spot before you could blink. a pair of dark heels: kicked off. your ears tuned to a low, underwater sound: a moan.

you crept closer to the sound despite the feel of your heartbeat pressing in your backside. your body and mind went separate. you weren’t sure where the severe had began, but it was stark. a better you would have thrown yourself out of there and ran until your legs burned out, but this wasn’t that you.

a convenient sliver of light cast itself in the hallway. you stood there, peering into the crease. the door was one you knew well. on the other side of it was the man you thought you knew well. you caught a glimpse of movement. a rotation of legs like two king cobras yet to be defanged.

you blink.

suddenly, the door was open. and there she was.

diana.

diana in a way you never wished to see.

michael reacts. his eyes were wider than ever.

diana scrambles to robe herself, rubs the smudges of lipstick from her face.

if you could see your heart then, you’d know it was burned. the ashes caught up in your throat when you breathed. infected every bit of you like a wildfire’s descent. but, strangely, you didn’t cry. you didn’t sputter. or shout. you just watched michael, covered by a sheet on his footboard. cowardly with his head down.

“how long?” your voice speaks. calm, precise. as if nothing was wrong at all.

your ring finger feels like a swelling. you’d never been more aware of that rock tied around it. besides, of course, the beautiful day on which he gave it to you. all of those beautiful moments…tarnished in one fell swoop.

when he doesn’t answer, you push closer. your feet dont float this time, they storm.

“how many fucking months, michael?!” you scream, the tears in your eyes daring to quiver over the ducts. to break the dam like you wished to break everything around you. “huh?! the whole time?!”

diana is stunned and remarkably muted. as is michael, whose lip quivers something awful. his hands quake in the face of the wrath.

“eight months…” he says, his eyes dodging you like the fists of street fighters in a brawl. he looks to diana, holds her eyes like he did yours once. the way he could just…

it was all you needed. you nearly ripped your finger off removing that ring.

“couldn’t wait until i was gone, huh,” you mumble to yourself like a madman. “couldn’t wait.”

your heart took over your body. the heat was unbearable now.

when the ring left your hand, it ricocheted off michael’s flinching arm with a pointed thud. he was curled up, covering his head and heaving.

you were gone before he could say anything else. you weren’t sure if he did. or if he would. in the moment you didn’t care. you had no bags, felt no sunshine, felt no love. just your pounding heart and the tears in your eyes that, somehow, wouldn’t fall.

you body jerks up. you find yourself in a mess of sheets. a dream. yes! clutching yourself, feeling your dampened skin, feeling how real it was, you sob. with your head in your hands the tears came viciously. you thought they’d never stop. not even to catch your breath of ash, so suffocating and horrible.

your quivering hand falls next to you and feels in the silence. he’s not there. michael’s not there.

sailing across the second floor, your feet are crisp on the ground. you rush to the stairs, your body aching. with a white knuckle to the banister, you hear sounds again. giggling—talking downstairs. your knees nearly give. he wouldn’t. he wouldn’t while you were upstairs in bed? he wouldn’t. but did you even know that for sure?

you had to. you had to know.

coming closer to the commotion, shadows cast themselves on the wall. two heads. the voices fizzle into background chatter, their words indiscernible. then michael’s voice soars over, his giggle ripe and excited. his shadow’s head goes back. but now you can only see the one. you start to ease a little.

curling into the room, you move like a worried child. you hold yourself tight, afraid of what you might see.

but it’s just him, laughing at pee wee’s playhouse.

“hi, sleepyhead!” he grins in the way that always made you want to run into his arms, nestle there and stay forever. “wanna watch with me? it’s just the reruns, i promise. i’m not watching without you.”

you paddle over through your fog, a frown placed where your sweetness usually laid. you curled up with him anyway, his body was warm and soft. like the most perfect teddy bear. hard to be deceiving.

“must’ve been real tired, huh?” he squeezes you close and kisses you affectionately on the head.

when you don’t even give a huff of a reply, he pauses and turns off the tv with the remote control by his leg on the couch.

“you alright?”

on the coffee table, your stoic stare glares back at you. a daunting pose on the cover of vogue italy that your agent dutifully mailed to him before it was published and pressed. the light reflects against the plastic that he didn’t even bother to take off.

“i had a dream…” you mumble into the embrace. he waits for you, his breath steady in his lungs. “about the condo…”

you feel him readjust his body, his hands finding new places to hold you that feel awkward and forced.

“in encino?” he wonders softly. you can tell the look on his face is one full of questioning. like the slow tread in a lion’s den.

you nod, but your head feels like it’s full of lead that your neck can’t hold.

“that’s funny,” he says. it’s all he says. you both know he hasn’t lived there in years. not since you two were married, and especially not since you left california for work. eight months ago…

you look up at him. he looks back at you, his composure remarkably kept. his hand cradles the back of your head, whispers of comfort pool from his fingers.

“do you love me?” you whisper, your felt eyes bright with the light of doubt.

he answers with a smile that took him no hesitation to find, “of course i love you. im crazy about you.”

“do you really?”

“yes.” he laughs, the sound full of breath.

“are you seeing her?” you ask, just to try. to poke this soft thing you knew to be your lawfully wedded. he didn’t answer, unsure how to. his body became fragile, like glass. but your eyes began to glare. you would break through it. “are…you seeing her?”

“n-no,” he says and evades your eyes. his heart now beat through his skin.

there was a crack in your walls, not the physical, but the wall inside you’d built this foundation of love on. it went from your stomach, sinking, to your chest, shocked, to your face that gathered heat from your throat and burned upward into a look of pure grief. denial, pain.

he feels you pull away from him, slowly backing off the couch like you just had the realization that somebody had placed a sleeping viper on the cushions.

“baby,” he tries, reaching out his arm to you, “baby, i—i love you.”

“don’t.” you shove your finger at him, shaking. inside of you pours out a bloodcurdling shout. covering your face with your hands, you tear away. bumping into the wall, into the staircase, into the bedroom as michael’s footsteps chase after you to no avail.

your clothes flew from the hangers in the closet, your important jewelry from their precious case, your photographs from the nightstand. you stuffed the empty luggage with all you could fit.

“baby, talk to me. please, talk to me. come on. stay with me!”

he wraps his arms around you, his hands begging. you feel his head on your spine, his fingers dig into your shirt.

“let me go, michael.”

“it was just one time.” his pleading came rapidly as you fling him off of you like a flea on a dog. “i—i was weak, i was foolish. we can work this out, can’t we? baby?”

burden weighed down your shoulders as you grip your bags with a stunning conviction. you looked as stern as an army man.

“where you goin’?” michael says, trying to make himself big as his frame blocked the bedroom door.

“move out of my goddamn way!”

all grace in you was gone. all the apologies or gold in the world couldn’t make up for the tear that sat in your heart.

he hesitates, seeing the burning in your eyes, he just about falls to his knees. his body full of sorrow, he throws himself away from the doorway. he doesn’t move for a while as you storm off, thinking he knew better to just let you be. but the tumbles of heavy bags down the stairs made him jump. his hands were on the banister before he could even think.

“it was a mistake, i’d take it all back if i could!” he cries. you were at the bottom of the staircase, bags recovered in your hands. “i-i love you.”

“how many times did i ask you?!” you rage, tear-stained cheeks glistening under the grand chandelier above. “how many times did you lie and say you didn’t want anything to do with her?”

he stands there, frozen in space.

“screw you!” you spit up at him, glaring and hard. “screw you for wasting five years of my life when all i did was love you!”

out the door, you tug the ring from your finger and figure he’ll find it glistening on the lawn tomorrow when the sun evaporates the dew.

until then, you’d walk until your legs burned out.

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IM SORRY TO BREAK HEARTS

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me when companies try to force you to use their proprietary software

anyway

Layperson resources:

firefox is an open source browser by Mozilla that makes privacy and software independence much easier. it is very easy to transfer all your chrome data to Firefox

ublock origin is The highest quality adblock atm. it is a free browser extension, and though last i checked it is available on Chrome google is trying very hard to crack down on its use

Thunderbird mail is an open source email client also by mozilla and shares many of the same advantages as firefox (it has some other cool features as well)

libreOffice is an open source office suite similar to microsoft office or Google Suite, simple enough

Risky:

VPNs (virtual private networks) essentially do a number of things, but most commonly they are used to prevent people from tracking your IP address. i would suggest doing more research. i use proton vpn, as it has a decent free version, and the paid version is powerful

note: some applications, websites, and other entities do not tolerate the use of VPNs. you may not be able to access certain secure sites while using a VPN, and logging into your personal account with some services while using a vpn *may* get you PERMANENTLY BLACKLISTED from the service on that account, ymmv

IF YOU HAVE A DECENT VPN, ANTIVIRUS, AND ADBLOCK, you can start learning about piracy, though i will not be providing any resources, as Loose Lips Sink Ships. if you want to be very safe, start with streaming sites and never download any files, though you Can learn how to discern between safe, unsafe, and risky content.

note: DO NOT SHARE LINKS TO OR NAMES OF PIRACY SITES IN PUBLIC PLACES, ESPECIALLY SOCAL MEDIA

the only time you should share these things are either in person or in (preferably peer-to-peer encrypted) PRIVATE messages

when pirated media becomes well-known and circulated on the wider, public internet, it gets taken down, because it is illegal to distribute pirated media and software

if you need an antivirus i like bitdefender. it has a free version, and is very good, though if youre using windows, windows defender is also very good and it comes with the OS

Advanced:

linux is great if you REALLY know what you're doing. you have to know a decent amount of computer science and be comfortable using the Terminal/Command Prompt to get/use linux. "Linux" refers to a large array of related open source Operating Systems. do research and pick one that suits your needs. im still experimenting with various dispos, but im leaning towards either Ubuntu Cinnamon or Debian.

[eliteseven]

BG3 Drabble: Truth Serum

Pairing: (named)F!Tav/Shadowheart 

Words: 5.7k

Synopsis:  Tav and the others drink the wine Jaheira offers them at the Last Light Inn, unaware that she has laced it with Klauthgrass, a potent herb acting as a truth serum. Over the course of the evening, secrets are revealed, truths are hidden, and Shadowheart is forced to reckon with the truth about her relationship with Tav.  

Tags: Humor, a little Fluff, HEAVY Romantic Angst

A few souls glance at them from their darkened corners in the Last Light Inn, intrigued at the new arrivals who’ve so swiftly secured a semi-private “meeting” with Jaheira. (Really, it’s an interrogation, and it seems everyone else is aware except the group of four before her). 

They toast to good health, before Jaheira begins a very pointed line of questioning, one that feels almost accusatory. 

It’s Shadowheart who first notices the slightly bitter taste to the wine; a distinctive woody bitterness that is specific to a single herb: Klauthgrass. 

Karlach is far too busy drooling over Jaheira’s god-like presence, and Astarion doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, enjoying his first sip after their shared toast to health. 

Serena does glance backwards at Shadowheart, but it’s one of those soft, often-fleeting stares, and then she’s back to speaking with Jaheira- or really, giving her every last detail of their journey thus far. 

Shadowheart isn’t thrilled with the lack of discretion they’ve acted with, either. The Klauthgrass works quickly; words spill easily from her lips without the slightest hesitation.  It’s not as if they have anything to hide, but what does one gain from simply showing their hand at every opportunity? 

Shadowheart pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance; Lady of Sorrows guide them; her companions are terribly naive and willing to comply with most anyone. They’d gone and tossed back the wine without so much as a second glance. 

And she had gone along with them, like a true idiot. 

It’s enough to give Shadowheart a splitting headache.  

Serena in particular; Shadowheart isn’t certain whether she appreciates the noble-turned-soldier’s sense of honor, or if she finds her moral rigidity to be entirely off-putting. 

…Even if they have shared a kiss, or two. …or three. 

…More than that, it was not even two tendays prior that Shadowheart had admitted she couldn’t stay away from Serena as she’d hoped, and-

-The wound on the back of her hand flares up viciously, and she terminates the train of thought.

 Instead, Shadowheart shakes her head quietly and she wordlessly sets her own chalice back on the table before Jaheira, drawing her gaze as she does so. 

“It was not to your tastes?” Jaheira smirks; it’s exceedingly clear that nothing makes it past the High Harper’s watchful gaze. 

Karlach scowls at Shadowheart, as if she’d gone and crafted the wine herself. “She doesn’t mean it, Jaheira, honest!” Karlach effuses apologetically. 

“What’s the matter?” Serena turns to nudge Shadowheart against the mail she wears, the sound clinking softly under Tav’s gentle touch. She wears an adorable look of concern- one that might have taken effect on Shadowheart, were she not so utterly disappointed in their lack of awareness as a group. 

“Do you give all your visitors Klauthgrass?” Shadowheart scowls, folding her arms over her chest. 

“...Klauthgrass?” Astarion echoes with a little frown, glancing down at the chalice he holds. “Pity. It is difficult to find wine that isn’t utter swill, these days.” 

“Something we can agree on.” Shadowheart mumbles, eyeing the chalice with disdain. So much for wine to ease their nerves. 

“...Whatever it is, it’s delicious. Don’t mind them.” Karlach turns back to Jaheira, wearing an expression of mortification, as if her companions have committed the faux pas. 

“It’s truth serum, Karlach. And it’ll take effect in just a moment or so….if it hasn’t already.” Shadowheart resists the urge to roll her eyes.

 It’s not Karlach’s fault her own hero is guilty of such heinous acts. She, too, was likely naive and starry-eyed at times, before she’d heeded her Lady’s teachings of loss, and wised up accordingly. 

Serena looks surprised, to say the least. “...Is this true?” She turns to Jaheira, setting her chalice beside Shadowheart’s on the wooden table. The act of solidarity stokes the flames in Shadowheart’s chest; Serena is exceedingly loyal to her friends, if nothing else. 

“...A necessary precaution, I assure you.” Jaheira admits with perhaps the slightest hint of remorse, but it’s buried firmly under a steadfast layer of adamance. She eyes their chalices and smiles slightly. “...Even a single sip will be sufficient. You might as well enjoy the rest of the wine.” 

“...Wonderful.” Serena grumbles. “And I suppose you have questions for us?” 

“I do.” Jaheira nods, folding her arms. “Though, it should be said, you will find yourself speaking the truth this evening, whether prompted, or otherwise….that is the nature of the herb.” 

Shadowheart swears she sees it; amusement, in the way Jaheira’s eyes crinkle up towards the corners, and Shadowheart’s own stomach churns uncomfortably. She loathes getting played like a naive child. 

“What exactly do you mean by tha-” 

“-Gods, Jaheira, do you think you could tell us about your battle with Sarevok?” Karlach barrels right past Astarion’s inquiry, demonstrating for them firsthand the effect of the truth serum at work.

The name rouses a few curious stares, and Jaheira’s eyes widen as she hushes Karlach with a gesture of her hands. “Perhaps now is not the time, if I could just speak to your leader-” 

 Serena glances beside her at Shadowheart, and then Astarion, with a brow furrowed in utter confusion. “Who is she referring to? Me?” She wears a genuine look of distress as she faces Jaheira. “Everyone follows my lead and I’m not exactly certain why.” She admits with a frown. “I never really know what we’re doing, honestly. What if I lead them astray? And I worry too much. All the time, actually, and-” 

“-too honest.” Shadowheart mutters as she rubs her temples. 

Jaheira looks dumbfounded, to be fair, utterly lost for words. 

“-Honestly, this has been a pleasant surprise. Though I don’t remember the fabled Jaheira wearing an ensemble quite so frumpy…” Astarion muses aloud. “I suppose time does that to some.”  

Jaheira scowls, her eyes locking on Astarion’s. “What did you-” 

“-Gods, she’s hot, what are you on about?” Karlach counters passionately, turning back towards Jaheira with a look akin to reverence. 

…Jaheira opens her mouth and then closes it, trying to think of an appropriate response, well and truly perplexed. “Ah, that is-” 

“-I mean, mum used to tell me all about your adventures- but I didn’t expect you to look so…uh…well…” Karlach gushes, though it seems she struggles for the right words to express her ardent affection for the Druid before her. 

Shadowheart smirks at the sight of the High Harper, so well and truly flustered by her own doing. 

She hasn’t accounted for this group’s penchant for the odd, by the sounds of it. 

By the time Jaheira dismisses them to meet with this Isobel, it’s clear that they’ve made her as unnerved (and perhaps, slightly flattered) as she has made them. 

Jaheira herself downs the remainder of wine in the bottle, so frazzled as she is. 

Karlach skips on her way up the stairs. 

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The group gets a moment of respite, before going up to Isobel’s room to meet her. 

As Shadowheart predicted, the effects of the Klauthgrass have taken hold; more so in Serena and Karlach for their hearty first sips, as opposed to the dainty ones taken by Astarion and Shadowheart, but the effects seem to be noticeable in all of them. 

As Karlach waxes poetic about Jaheira, and Astarion waxes poetic about an actual bottle of wine, Shadowheart finds Serena, nervously pacing by the stairwell leading up to the upper concourse of the inn. 

She looks frazzled, as she paces the short distance, and she almost jumps out of her armor when Shadowheart lays a hand on her shoulder. 

There’s a part of Shadowheart that longs to undo the bindings and the laces keeping Serena’s armor fixed to her body. A delicate touch, slowly removing the crushing weight bearing down on her shoulders, her chest, her soul. 

But they find themselves at war, and Serena can remove her armor no sooner than Shadowheart can lay down her arms. It is but a distant prospect, for the time being, a fantasy that grows fainter with each day they work their way further into the Shadow Cursed Lands. With luck, Shadowheart will be guided along the path of the Dark Justiciar, and all of this will be but a memory, submitted to her Dark Lady’s endless reserve. 

Serena startles, but her body instantly relaxes when she realizes who her would-be assailant is. 

She smiles, despite herself, and the sight sets Shadowheart’s stomach aflutter. 

“You’re beautiful.” Serena blurts out, and it lacks the usual grace and regality with which she crafts her words, but there is something endearing about it, all the same. 

Shadowheart supposes she ought to feel flattered, even if Klauthgrass is involved to a certain extent; the sentiment is Serena’s truth, after all. 

“...Thank you.” Shadowheart chuckles softly, grateful they’re away from prying eyes, at least for a moment, before confronting Isobel. 

She would be concerned that Jaheira is still spying on them, but in all honesty, Shadowheart is convinced that Jaheira no longer sees them as a threat, after that circus with the wine. 

A lull in their conversation affords Shadowheart a mere moment to glance around them and take in their surroundings. The entire inn holds a very melancholy note; the patrons, if they can be called that, seem largely drained of life and vitality. 

There is a figure that catches Shadowheart’s attention; a sphynx cat, with narrow, judgemental slitted eyes and a very regal stance from where he perches on the bannister. 

Shadowheart wears the ghost of a smile as she spots the feline; she’s always had a soft spot for animals. 

Serena traces the path of her gaze and then pauses for a moment, smiling softly to herself at the sight, as if making a mental note of the moment to preserve forever. 

Shadowheart catches her staring, and her cheeks redden with a mild blush; she’s never usually so obvious about her inner musings, but Serena has a way of noticing every little detail about her. A proper Sharran acolyte does not stop to smile at the local flora and fauna. 

Serena seems to sense her unease, and glances away mercifully, returning to her nervous pacing.  

“You seem…disconcerted.” Shadowheart notes softly. “Is everything alright?” 

“I apologize.” Serena begins, after a moment of silence. She looks up at Shadowheart with a truly shameful gaze, and something breaks inside of Shadowheart. 

“Whatever for?” Shadowheart scoffs. 

“For not thinking to test the wine before our toast. It should have been my responsibility.” Serena admits, and Shadowheart recognizes true guilt in the way her voice drops. “...You noticed it right away.” 

“You didn’t grow up in a Sharran cloister.” Shadowheart points out in a gentle whisper, so sweetly contradictory to the harsh reality of her words. “Why do you think it is that Lady Shar takes the memories of her acolytes?” Shadowheart adds, perhaps more numbly than she intends. “You can’t pry information out of an empty chest, can you?” 

“You’re not empty.” Serena whispers, staunchly, without a second thought- and Shadowheart’s chest aches, because she means it, it is not some hollow sentiment she offers Shadowheart to merely comfort her. 

The words cause Shadowheart to still, a few inches from Serena. The space between them is negligible- a mere second would bring her to those full lips. 

Here, shrouded in the shadows in a corner of the Last Light Inn, Shadowheart almost kisses her closest confidant and almost-lover, but she never gets the chance. 

Instead, she feels a sharp, piercing pain through her hand as her wound ignites with a familiar purple glow. It feels as if shards of ice are tearing through her arm and body, and she hisses at the violent yank upon her tether to Lady Shar. 

Serena’s eyes cloud with grief and concern; her gaze is so tender that Shadowheart forgets her own pain, momentarily, in disbelief that a look as loving as the one Serena wears could ever be for her. 

“How bad?” Serena whispers; even now, she keeps her voice quiet, in utter discretion for Shadowheart’s privacy. 

“Manageable.” Shadowheart grits out, and gasps softly when Serena reaches for her hand, giving her something to squeeze, when a particularly vicious wave of pain courses through her. 

“I hate seeing you in pain.” Serena admits, though it’s hardly the Klauthgrass talking; she’s said as much every time Shadowheart endures a bout of pain from the wound. “It’s…frustrating, that I can’t do more to help you.” 

Shadowheart knows she shouldn’t utter the words that come from her lips, but she does so anyway, in a moment of recklessness likely to haunt her for several tendays, at the very least. 

“You do more for me than anyone else I know.” Shadowheart admits, her voice soft, barely-there. “Or…that I can remember, anyway.” 

The moment of intimacy sends sparks flying between them, and Serena isn’t certain where to look. 

However, it’s when Serena subconsciously reaches out to caress her cheek- a simple act of devotion, made to express to Shadowheart how deeply she cares for her- that Shadowheart recoils, glancing around them warily. 

Serena seems to realize her error instantly; Shadowheart values discretion- the only intimate moments they share are to be firmly out of sight of any and all traveling companions, lest they desire gossip to be added to the plethora of issues they must face.

They are not lovers; not in the traditional sense, and public displays of affection are not an indulgence Shadowheart will afford her…as much as it decimates her own heart to deny her.  

“We should…get back to the others…and see this Isobel.” Shadowheart breathes, and though it’s incredibly difficult to do so, she manages to break Serena’s spell on her, and turns away, leaving her standing alone by the stairs. 

She’s shown enough of herself for one evening, anyway. 

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Selûne. 

A gods-damned cleric of Selûne. 

The Isobel they’ve heard all too much about, in Shadowheart’s opinion, is nothing but a lowly moonwitch. 

It would almost be comical, if she wasn’t critically tied to the success of their mission. 

As Serena, Astarion, Karlach, and Shadowheart approach her balcony, bathed in silvery moonlight, they witness her ritual. 

Strands of silvery moonlit magic seem to dance in mid-air, suspended between the elaborate set up of mirrors Isobel has meticulously placed around her. 

Centered around her makeshift altar is a bowl of milk, pure and white as the moon, an offering to the milk maiden, as Sharran acolytes would derogatorily refer to the opposing goddess. 

She looks ridiculous, Shadowheart notes. 

But she does manage to summon an orb of light, floating up to strengthen the existing shield encapsulating the Last Light, preventing it from falling to the shadows. 

She turns around, then, to greet the strangers that have been gawking somewhat unceremoniously at her, from her own chambers, no less. 

“I didn’t realize I had an audience.” She offers cooly, and her voice drips with a regality Shadowheart cannot quite place; but her accent is reminiscent of a patriar upbringing, not unlike Serena’s. 

“Gods, she’s…beautiful.” Serena mumbles. 

That rankles.

Shadowheart scoffs aloud.

Serena glances back at her with what can be described as a most panicked, apologetic expression. 

Astarion grins and clasps his hands together in utter delight, rather swiftly picking up on Shadowheart’s display of jealousy. “Oh, this is just delicious.” 

Shadowheart summons the heat of Avernus itself in the scowl she shoots at the back of Serena’s head. She knows she hasn’t a right to tell Serena a word, especially after pushing her away as much as she has. 

Still, the awe in Serena’s gaze towards Isobel stings, all the same. 

“Hells, is everyone here beautiful?” Karlach mumbles in agreement. 

“I see Jaheira didn’t ease up on the Klauthgrass…but thank you.” Isobel offers in amusement, but she does give Serena a once-over, one that Shadowheart interprets to be a gaze of assessment. 

Isobel’s introduction gives them a little more clarity, though Shadowheart is aware she seems to be omitting part of the story she provides them for context.

It’s likely, Shadowheart wagers, that there is a connection to this Ketheric Thorm that is purposefully kept from them; though the others might simply accredit this to her Sharran cynicism, after a display such as this. 

It is only when Isobel blesses them with immunity to the lesser effects of the Shadow Curse that Shadowheart finally gives voice to the doubt that has been festering beneath her placid stare. 

Her body tingles, when the Selunite magic touches her, envelops her, and then she hisses with pain as Shar punishes her for the egregious violation. She clutches at her hand, and when Serena tries to comfort her, she withdraws pointedly, before she can make contact.

Isobel watches the exchange with no lack of interest, but does not comment on the matter. 

“Selunite magic…” Shadowheart mutters, her brow furrowing, her nose scrunching up in disdain for the very words she utters. “Dark Lady forgive me.” 

That manages to pique Isobel’s interest, and she surveys Shadowheart for a moment, taking stock of her obviously Sharran ensemble, bearing the very mark of her Lady in the center of her armor. 

“Good nose.” Isobel snorts, and she smirks when she says it. “Like a nasty little terrier.” 

“I love her nose!” Serena defends rapidly, the Klauthgrass causing a veritable fountain of truth to spill from her lips. “And there’s nothing nasty about her.” She insists, eagerly, and then seems to realize she’s spoken aloud, and falls silent, rather awkwardly. 

Shadowheart’s cheeks burn, and her heart hammers in her chest. 

She hadn’t expected anyone to come to her defense, being the only Sharran in what’s clearly a Selunite outpost, or at least a territory under Selûne’s protection. 

“...My apologies.” Isobel offers with a most amused smile, and it seems that she delights in Shadowheart’s embarrassment, all the same. 

Shadowheart is happy that they’re attacked by that abominable True Soul Marcus, shortly after that. 

Fighting and bloodshed are a sweet relief, after the mortifying evening they’ve had. 

As it turns out, Klauthgrass does not weaken the group’s ability to do battle; a good thing, too, because they end up routing a True Soul and several winged horrors, all there in the name of kidnapping this Isobel. 

With a new directive firmly in place, the group finally gets the mercy of returning to their own camp to settle for the evening. 

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Though Shadowheart withdraws into herself the minute they return to camp, finding an isolated spot to sit near the babbling stream, Serena seeks her out with a bowl of stew and a crusty piece of bread, all the same. 

To Serena’s credit- she never approaches in an invasive manner. Years of training in diplomacy have taught her to smile, even when it does not reach her eyes, and to approach matters with all the delicate grace of a butterfly flapping its wings. 

She doesn’t ask to join Shadowheart, once she approaches- merely kneels down and kindly offers her what is likely her own serving of supper. 

Shadowheart is known to miss meals, when she’s in a bout of solitude, and their passage through the Shadow Cursed lands have caused her to withdraw more than ever, despite their growing relationship. 

Shadowheart cannot deny the dark calling in her heart; she is perhaps tendays away from seeing her duty fulfilled, and becoming a Dark Justiciar. 

It terrifies her to acknowledge that she might be willing to forsake it all, because some noblewoman-turned-soldier offers her pretty smiles and honeyed words. 

So she doesn’t. 

She buries it deep within herself, and hopes she’ll never have to directly confront Serena, to tell her the truth. 

But there is an equally vocal part of her heart that sings whenever she’s in close proximity to the soldier. Shadowheart cannot do away with her entirely, no matter how much part of her longs to. 

Serena wordlessly hands her the bowl, and Shadowheart huffs in response as she accepts it, tugging softly at Serena’s wrist. 

She heeds the message nearly instantly, and sits beside Shadowheart, bunching her knees up to her chest. 

She looks smaller, without the bulk of her armor and in her camp clothes; she looks more delicate, fragile, despite the definition evident in her arms as she rests her chin atop her knees.

Shadowheart has noticed the restless quality in Serena; even now, she taps her fingers softly against her leg, unable to remain perfectly still, even if for a moment. 

Shadowheart knows the storm raging inside her; on a night as perfect as this, she longs to ask Shadowheart about herself, to hear the pure, unadulterated truth from her lips, just once. 

Shadowheart tears off a bite of bread, and then stew, before passing the bowl to Serena, moaning softly at the indulgence. Their days have been long and difficult, and simple items like bread have become a luxury, with the scarcity they often face on the road. 

Serena goes slightly red at the sound, and Shadowheart cannot help but smirk at the utter spell she seems to have her under, dusting her fingers off on her cloister suit a little unceremoniously. 

“Thank you.” Shadowheart adds, after a moment of silence as Serena enjoys her own bite. “For thinking of me.” 

“I always think of you.” Serena answers easily, setting the bowl between them both, an open invitation to have more, should she want it. 

Shadowheart sighs softly. 

With or without Klauthgrass, Serena is the most inadvertently romantic soul she’s ever come across. Initially, she’d found it to be sappy, perhaps bordering on the pathetic. 

Getting to know Serena allowed her to understand that she means each and every word she utters, honorable as she is. 

Shadowheart found her hard to dislike, after that. 

“So…” Shadowheart drawls. “Isobel….” She tries not to scowl, when she says it. 

“...What about her?” Serena blinks, clearly blindsided. 

“....You two seemed to get on quite well.” Shadowheart prods. 

Serena groans. “Can we please discuss something else? I didn’t mean to tell her that immediately.” 

“Fine, fine.” Shadowheart amends with a roll of her eyes, still irked by Serena’s apparent attraction to the cleric. 

Silence falls over them once more, and Shadowheart can see the depth of the thoughts rushing through Serena’s mind. 

“Go on.” Shadowheart murmurs, nudging Serena with her elbow. 

“What?” Serena asks gently, returning to her perch, arms encircling her knees. 

The stream gently trickles along before them, drowning out the laughter coming from the campfire, where most of the others are gathered. The others had quite the amusing time, learning their comrades had been drugged with Klauthgrass. 

Apparently, Karlach has many a story to tell. 

“I can tell you want to ask me something.” Shadowheart acknowledges with a little chuckle. 

To her surprise, however, Serena does not leap at the opportunity to learn something new about Shadowheart, like she’s always trying to. 

She shakes her head slightly, and frowns. “I noticed you and Astarion pulling away. I…know that some truths aren’t meant to be shared, and it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you when you have no choice but to tell me.” 

Shadowheart stills. 

For all the headaches Serena causes her with her righteous sense of honor, of character…she makes Shadowheart’s heart ache far worse. 

There is a level of understanding, between them, that Shadowheart cannot hope to achieve with anyone else; she’s almost certain she’s known nothing like it in the cloister, that she can remember, anyway. 

“That’s sweet.” Shadowheart finally settles on two words, and they fail entirely to convey her gratitude to Serena in this moment, for the gesture alone. “...Thank you, Tav.” She offers the words quietly, almost lost to the sound of the stream passing over pebbles before them. 

“I would never want something you wouldn’t be willing to give.” Serena assures her gently, and Shadowheart feels tears begin to gather in the corners of her eyes, so she blinks them away, rapidly. 

Serena glances at her, and her eyes cloud once again, with the sweetest, most sympathetic look Shadowheart could ever imagine. 

She can feel how Serena longs to brush her tears away, and yet resists every fiber of her being, because she believes she will infringe upon Shadowheart’s comfort, her privacy. 

If only she knew how badly Shadowheart wishes she could simply give in and take her for herself. 

“You have the most beautiful eyes.” Serena tells her softly, reverently, instead. 

There’s a genuine admiration to Serena’s words- never dripping with lust, or overwhelming desire- just true awe of her beauty, her character, every time. 

It doesn’t matter that it’s the Klauthgrass speaking, Shadowheart allows herself a single moment to wrap herself in Serena’s words. 

“Your eyes light up when you’re excited, or passionate…sometimes even when you’re livid.” Serena explains, each word a gentle caress against Shadowheart’s very soul. “But…so often, they’re full of sorrow, and I want so badly to help, but I’m not certain how.” She admits, almost shamefully. 

Shadowheart doesn’t answer for a moment; how can she? 

Serena wears her heart on her sleeve, for Shadowheart- she offers every ounce of her being, in a way that Shadowheart is uncertain she’d ever be able to reciprocate. 

It’s unfair, the way she keeps Serena hanging off her every word, without ever uttering how Serena makes her feel, in kind. 

A burning sensation takes over her hand, and she balls it into a fist, trying desperately not to show any outward discomfort. 

This shouldn’t be her responsibility; Shadowheart shouldn’t be her responsibility. 

“I told you before: you help me more than you know.” Shadowheart admits gently. She doesn’t elaborate beyond that, and Serena lets the subject rest. 

Shadowheart rests a hand atop Serena’s knee, a silent gesture. Serena’s hand comes to sit atop hers, and the warmth exchanged between them is particularly soothing, amidst all the darkness and shadow. 

“You did a good job, today.” Shadowheart murmurs. 

Serena scoffs and laughs softly, unaware of how the melodic sound makes Shadowheart smile to herself, for a moment. “You mean after I handed out chalices of wine laced with truth serum?” 

“We had nothing to hide.” Shadowheart amends. “I…I’m sorry, for my reaction, earlier, when I discovered the Klauthgrass in the wine. I’m sorry if you thought I was holding you responsible. I…I hadn’t realized you carry so much weight on your shoulders.” 

“I worry I’m going to get us all killed.” Serena blurts out, and then claps a hand over her mouth, mortified. 

Shadowheart laughs gently, eyes widening slightly at the admission. “...I don’t think that’s a secret, anymore.” She points out mildly. 

Serena buries her face in her hands in embarrassment, and Shadowheart rubs at her back soothingly. 

“No one considers you solely responsible, Tav.” She reminds in a gentle tone. “You’re the leader because you’re the best of us.” Shadowheart adds, kindly. “...And not because we don’t expect you to make mistakes.” 

Serena relaxes predictably into Shadowheart’s touch; she always does. 

The guilt is like an anvil in Shadowheart’s gut; Serena is growing dependent on her, just as she grows dependent on Serena. 

One day, Lady Shar will take her back, and there will be no room in her mind, or her heart, for the soldier with honeyed words and a gentle smile. 

Shadowheart knows what she must do, but it does not make the task any less taxing. 

Once more, she feels the restlessness in Serena; the desperate desire to be close. Not unlike a nervous hummingbird, Serena hovers Shadowheart, too timid to reach forth and drink of her nectar. 

“One question.” Shadowheart murmurs softly, slowly. 

“Sorry?” Serena blinks her most draining internal monologue away, glancing at Shadowheart curiously. 

“One question.” Shadowheart repeats with a small nod. “I want you to ask me one question. You’ve earned as much.” 

“...Shadowheart.” Serena begins gently. “I don’t want you to-” 

“I mean it.” Shadowheart insists, trying to keep her voice from cracking. 

She knows Serena, intimately; though they haven’t slept together, they’ve woken up wound up in each other’s arms nonetheless, they’ve shared longing glances, shared breathless trysts in the moonlight. 

She knows what Serena will ask her; Shadowheart pushes for it. 

Serena sighs. “...And you’ll tell the truth?” 

“Do I have a choice?” Shadowheart quirks a brow, and Serena falls silent, nodding to herself. 

For a moment, under the moonlight, there is complete silence between them. 

The stream babbles on, the campfire cracks and hisses, the laughter of some of their companions carries throughout the darkness, and into the ominous haze that clouds the border of their camp. 

It is a moment, pregnant with opportunity, and Serena takes her time in crafting her question. Shadowheart can see the flash of doubt in her eyes, the gears turning in her mind as she decides, and then quickly changes her mind again, scowling to herself. 

In truth, Shadowheart might be in love with her. 

….Even more truthfully, Shadowheart simply knows she’s in love with her. 

It’s why she needs to deliver this blow; so precisely, without hesitation, without any consideration to either of their feelings, at all. 

When Serena asks, Shadowheart isn’t prepared for how the words wound her heart all over again. 

“Do you see yourself…do you think that you could ever love….someone like me? Do we…is there a future in which you and I…” Serena’s voice catches, as vulnerable as she is, and the words die on her lips. 

“That’s two questions.” Shadowheart answers, and her voice shakes when she does. 

Serena smiles at her, huffing out a soft laugh, though she looks away after a moment. 

Shadowheart can hear Serena’s erratic heartbeat...or perhaps it’s her own heart, slamming into her ribcage like one of Wyll’s eldritch blasts. 

It makes the next part easier, not having to look at that tender amber gaze that melts into gold by the light of the fire. 

“...No.” Shadowheart utters, and she swears she can feel Serena’s own heart break into thousands of shards, raining down inside of her…or perhaps it’s her own heart, again. 

Serena’s face falls; Shadowheart sees it in her expressions. First is the shock, and then the ache; she can see Serena trying to rationalize the answer, but the Klauthgrass remains at the forefront of her mind. 

Shadowheart is speaking the truth. 

Once and for all, she has her answer. 

She is but an amusement to Shadowheart; a passing face she’ll sooner forget than remember, just another rung in the ladder carrying Shadowheart to Dark Justiciardom. 

“...When the time comes, I will ascend.” Shadowheart whispers. “...And there’s a chance that what you and I share will become a memory. A pleasant one…but a memory, all the same. I…can’t love you in the way you wish for, Serena.” She admits, drawing upon her Dark Lady for strength. 

The wobble of Serena’s lower lip is like a jagged spear to the chest.

The way she blinks rapidly and nods, turning away, desperate not to be seen in tears, draws the air out of Shadowheart’s lungs. 

It was never supposed to be this difficult. 

“...I understand.” Serena finally murmurs, and despite the clear heartbreak she endures, she graces Shadowheart with a watery smile. “...Thank you for telling me.” 

Shadowheart’s heart withers and dies; Serena is thanking her for the truth. 

Shadowheart blinks away her own tears and nods; she needs to remain steadfast. All of this can’t have been for nothing. 

“...I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” Serena offers, not unkindly, as she gestures to the stew. “You should finish that. Tomorrow will be tiring.” She stands, and Shadowheart’s hand falls limply to the ground as she does, brushing off her knees. 

“You didn’t.” Shadowheart promises, but the words are empty. 

Gone is the dynamic of two would-be lovers, flitting in and out of each others’ orbit. 

They are comrades in arms today; potentially adversaries, tomorrow. 

Shadowheart has promised her as much. 

“...I’ll still be here, should you need anything.” Serena offers her kindness one last time, because that’s all she knows, and dips her head in a farewell. “Goodnight, Shadowheart.” She murmurs, ever sweetly. 

“...Goodnight, Tav.” Shadowheart whimpers the last word, but Tav continues walking away, out of earshot, with the most dejected drop in her slim shoulders. 

It takes time for Shadowheart to gather her strength enough to move back to her tent. 

By the time she does, a chill has overtaken her, cold as she is from the lack of movement and fire. 

She readies for sleep, and her hands shake as she combs her hair, freeing it from the tight confines of her braid. 

As she lies into her bedroll, and gazes up at the peak of her tent, she tries to imagine a different life for herself; nothing too drastic, an alternate play of events, so to speak. 

Shadowheart imagines she has memories to share with Tav; honest-to-the-gods childhood memories that might give insight into who she is now. 

Shadowheart dreams up a world in which everything she does is not shrouded in mystery; an existence in which she is free to be with Serena, free to protect her, cherish her, and love her- as she’s done for Shadowheart. 

Perhaps most achingly, Shadowheart imagines a life in which she never received specialized training from the Cloister- including resistance to most truth serums, as a measure of safety for the church. 

She tries to imagine a scenario in which she isn’t fully resistant to the effects of Klauthgrass, and isn’t fully capable of lying to Serena’s face, after consuming the herb. 

She wishes that she could tell Serena the truth; that she’s falling in love with her, so much so that it terrifies Shadowheart, because with each passing day, abandoning Shar doesn’t seem quite so unthinkable, anymore. 

Shar jolts her with a particularly nasty shock, and Shadowheart screams silently into her bedroll, muffled by the furs. 

She closes her eyes, and rubs over her wound defiantly, willing herself to sleep; in her dreams, she lets herself have Serena. 

In her dreams, she lets herself have happiness.

[mariacallous]

Hi mariacallous! Some of my friends have started spouting the 'abortion is a class issue because rich women always have access to abortion' BS, and I was wondering if you had any resources/articles etc that might be helpful in convincing them. Sorry to barge into your inbox!

The notion that rich women will be fine, regardless of what the law says, is probably comforting to some. But it is simply not true.

Yes, abortion bans will disproportionately affect poor women and women of color in a country that already has appallingly high maternal mortality rates, no federal paid family leave and little support for parents who struggle to provide for their children financially. As Rebecca Traister pointed out in New York magazine, this is nothing new: The Hyde Amendment and state restrictions have already made abortion effectively inaccessible to many women without means or mobility.

But we should not lose sight of the reality that the Supreme Court decision has created a crisis for all American women. Even the richest Americans — the one-percenters and the upper middle class — will not escape the effects.

Attenuating the rights of half of the population will have systemic effects akin to climate change. Just as no amount of investment in Mars-bound space colonization, air-conditioned bunkers and private firefighting services will save the rich from terrible outcomes if the planet becomes uninhabitable, the rich cannot avoid the effects of the overturning of Roe. Residents of blue states won’t be exempt. And men who think the ban won’t affect them are mistaken; it will affect women they know and love, and it will change the political economy in which they live and operate.

The persistent myth that the wealthy will be unaffected is predicated on the vague notion that they’ll be able to find and purchase abortion pills by mail, travel to places where abortion is legal or get abortions from local providers willing to break the law.

And sure, it’s easy to imagine a scenario in which a red state one-percenter has his daughter or wife airlifted to another state for an abortion — or, potentially, for in vitro fertilization, if it becomes illegal to terminate embryos. We are accustomed to different rules and privileges for the wealthy, and witness these injustices daily. People with more money and privilege conferred by race and class — people who have access to better lawyers — experience our justice system differently. They also get better health care and pay less in taxes as a share of income. We hold the rich to a lower, not higher, standard and tacitly accept that they will get away with cheating various systems.

But the wealthiest are in for some unpleasant surprises when it comes to abortion. The scenarios in which a woman needs an abortion include medical emergencies in which any delay in treatment can have severe, even fatal, consequences — and in those circumstances abortion pills obtained by mail won’t help.

One in 50 pregnancies in the United States is ectopic, for example, in which a fertilized egg implants outside the uterus. The embryo must be removed, and delaying that treatment can result in sepsis, internal bleeding and death. Placental abruptions must be addressed immediately to avoid extensive bleeding, renal failure and even, in some instances, death.

Any woman who finds herself in either of these scenarios is not going to be able to pack her bags and go for a long drive. Even for someone with the means, an airlift to a medical facility in another state may not be quick enough to save her. She will need to be treated locally and immediately. Some of the bans going into effect around the country include medical exceptions for these situations, but if there’s any ambiguity about what the law allows, the time it takes a medical professional to consult a lawyer may be the difference between life and death.

Some states are expected to try to ban interstate travel for abortions. Bans in Texas and Oklahoma leave room for that possibility. Planned Parenthood’s Montana branch has reportedly decided that it will no longer provide medication abortions for patients from certain states where bans are in effect or in the works, citing the “rapidly changing” legal landscape. It’s also clear that many Republicans view the Roe reversal as an inroad to a total federal ban. If they gain electoral victories in 2024, this is a very likely outcome, and in that case there will be no blue state abortion clinics to travel to. Even now, the lines and waiting times at abortion clinics in safe haven states are likely to get very long.

Many people also assume the wealthy can always find a local doctor willing to perform an abortion, even in a state where it has become illegal. This seems unlikely. While some providers did flout the law and provide women with abortions before Roe in 1973, the ubiquity of digital surveillance and other mechanisms for violating the privacy of women seeking abortions have made it far more difficult for them to do so privately and safely. Trigger laws are already forcing medical professionals to consult lawyers before they provide care, and laws that criminalize abortion leave health care workers with little incentive to violate them. When faced with the prospect of prosecution or losing a medical license, how many doctors will take this risk, even when money is offered? Meanwhile, anti-choice conservatives are already working to make it harder to obtain abortion pills.

Some believe abortion bans won’t affect them because they’ll never find themselves in need of an abortion. Conservatives might imagine the typical woman who needs one fits an archetype: poor, single, liberal, promiscuous, anti-family and irresponsible. But most women who get abortions are already mothers (60 percent). Nearly half of abortion seekers live below the poverty line, but a significant portion are not poor. (Women with higher incomes have more access to contraception, but that dynamic might change if the Supreme Court follows through on Justice Clarence Thomas’s suggestion to revisit earlier rulings, including the right to contraception.) Conservative families also include teenagers and young women whose privacy, autonomy and ability to seek medical care, regardless of whether their parents approve, will be severely compromised by abortion bans.

The reality is that women from every demographic need abortions. Well-off conservative women are not immune to contraception failures, gynecological emergencies, miscarriages, incest or rape. Many women find that despite their beliefs, carrying a pregnancy to term is just not something they can go through with, for a range of reasons. Pregnancy itself can be life-threatening for women with certain existing medical conditions, and even for women who don’t have those risks, it is life-altering. The kind of person who might need or want an abortion is, put simply, any person capable of getting pregnant.

Women will die because of this — disproportionately poor and middle-class women but not just poor and middle-class women. Rich women could just as easily suffer and die, too, even those who think that they would never need an abortion or that they would never be denied essential medical care in the United States of America in 2022.

There will be other effects: Roe is a privacy law, and there are implications for the ruling outside of the issue of abortion. Forced birth will take women out of the work force in an already tight labor market. Women could be treated like criminals for having miscarriages, which are incredibly common. And women who are pregnant when their partners don’t want them to be will be more at risk for domestic violence and homicide. Individual wealth won’t prevent these outcomes, either.

It is, of course, true that the wealthy are the least vulnerable in the new post-Roe world, and this is not a requiem for them on a tiny violin. But it is important for all parties to understand that all people are going to participate in this nightmare, whether they realize it now or not. The wealthy unfortunately have an outsize influence on politics, so how much the bans harm them, inconvenience them or enrage them will most likely affect the will of politicians to vote for and maintain abortion bans.

The overturning of Roe will affect all of us. And if you are lucky enough to be wealthy, your money probably won’t shield you.

The Persistent Myth That Restricting Abortion Rights Won’t Affect the Rich

the problem is that it's a class issue, but not only in the way they think, and the point is that all women are impacted by it, but obviously some way more than others

[roo-bastmoon]

To the Sockpuppets in my Asks

"Jimin is so private! What does he have to hide?"

*Flashbacks to Jimin's mail being "omitted" four times and his national ID and address being leaked online, which the press sat on until his OST With You dropped, or, years prior, when folks accused him of whoring and doing coke because he... [checks notes] played a forehead-flicking game at a pub restaurant in Paris*

"Jimin keeps saying he's all alone!"

*Jimin is seen at work, at the gym, taking trips for work and vacation, posting photos on Insta, and appearing on shows and in dance challenges*

"Jimin never goes out anywhere!"

*Yet another idol scandal is in the news, this time involving illegal drugs, yet somehow, Jimin's photo at the official Nike dinner with Joon gets circulated as him "out clubbing"*

"Jimin and Jungkook never show that they hang out! They are never together any more!"

*South Korea enacts  Article 92-6*

Look, conspiracy theories are bullshit, but ALSO:

Jimin and Jungkook are both cooking big, big feasts for us before service and they are focused on that right now. There's still plenty of evidence they see each other and are on great terms, if you actually listen to them, so stop flooding my ask box under sockpuppet accounts, crowing that Jimin is all alone and Jungkook doesn't care about him.

Look, puppykitties...

I cannot tell you Jikook are dating. I do not live in their cupboards and watch them 24/7.

Yes, JK has been hanging out with 97 line friends these days and yes, Jimin and Yoongi (and Hobi) have all gotten super duper close (or are at least more comfy talking openly about how close they've always been) in solo era. And yes:

Jikook don't talk about Jikook these days.

But what ISN'T being said sounds so loud that half this fandom froths at the mouth every other day.

Jimin has two gaming chairs in his apartment--including one chair that really looks similar to the one Jungkook had.

Jimin traveled half-way around the world to be with Jungkook during his debut and we still have no idea what they were doing at the restaurant or on the boat. Let's wait patiently.

There's been some highly suspect photos in the past of a guy in a white bucket hat with JK via CCTV at a quick mart (illegal, won't be posting) or of suspiciously similar-looking hands during game nights on JK's brother's Insta (family stuff, won't be posting). There's also video of someone who looks eerily similar to Jimin in expensive designer clothing at the arrivals terminal of the airport when JK got back from the World Cup--and later, just beyond the airport, footage of JK's car pulling away from another company car with fans screaming "Jimin!" to the riders inside (unofficial content, won't be posting).

Jungkook knows every single lyric in Jimin's songs, and his choreo, AND what he says, word for word, on his interviews.

Jimin took up boxing and has showed us he has a punching bag in house.

Jungkook muttered that Jimin moved his lamp.

Jimin went to the airport sporting what looked like a big dog scratch.

Vminkook went to a cafe in Jeju. K-Army said they spotted Jikook there well before Tae posted about it.

Jimin and Jungkook both watched the same random anime series recently.

Jimin ran up to Jungkook to cutely say "periri" so often that Jungkook was afraid he'd accidentally say it on stage.

JK quietly stopped by Jimin's docu-live, and Jimin lit up like a Christmas tree and then grabbed his moob.

AGAIN: I. CANNOT. TELL. YOU. THEY. ARE. DATING.

But don't come here with that "Jimin is always alone" and "JK only cares about his career, not Jimin" nonsense.

Please make better use of your time by watching JUNGKOOK'S GOLDEN PREVIEW and JIMIN'S SPECIAL TALK LIVE and then go watch YOONGI'S SUCHWITA WITH 2MIN for good measure!

And next time you come to my blog, if you can't say something nice...

Okay?

Okay.

*hugs* Love, Roo

[moonlitlamps]

I got a bit creative with my vanilla Minecraft server announcement.

So I wanted to start a new private whitelisted vanilla Minecraft server, but I wanted the announcement to be a tiny bit special. I made a portrait icon for the Discord-Minecraft chatbot and I made a cool little story about her, Here's the post with the server addresses redacted. I hope you enjoy the read.

== You Got Mail! == Testing, Testing, Hello? Oh good it's working. This is Jane speaking, I don't know where I am, or frankly how I got stuck in this yellow void. I don't even know who I am. But I see a terminal in front of me. (What's a terminal?) I don't know how I know that. Regardless, I've been pushing some buttons and I have so far managed to make a digital universe. I know! shocking, I didn't know CRT 'puters could do that kind of shit. I mean, I think I remember working with computers before, but this is a whole new level of weird. There seems to be cubes and planes in this world, I can't access it, given that I'm a higher layer of abstraction away from this reality, but I can communicate with this world through some sort of "bridge" or interface. What's a Discord? Is that where I'm in? I think there was… some sort of accident. Yes, maybe I was torn from reality whilst dabbling in unrealities and abstractions. Now I'm stuck here, but at least I can communicate. I'll be honest, it's been real lonely from where I'm standing. I've walked about 500 to 1000 steps away from this terminal, I can't measure with standard units given the lack of reference points, I can use my body to estimate the distance however, but I'm too chicken to go further out and risking losing the terminal from my line of sight so I'm stuck within this radius. Nothing has happened for the past 20… 30 days? I haven't starved or feel like starving yet, so I think my natural biological cycles have suspended, yet normal physical displacement via movement over time is allowed, curious. At least I can interact with this digital 'verse. I call it Mine Craft, because I made it, and I can craft stuff in it. I love crafting games. This interface is empty at the moment but I notice "Friends" and "Servers" on the menus. I don't remember adding that, but with hope I think I can reach out to anyone, any other intelligence while I sit here on my yellow ass plane of existence. Here's a selfie from me using the integrated webcam of this terminal. The resolution is god awful, I think it has something to do with how dated this technology is. I hope someone receives this message. Nonetheless I will continue journaling this miserable existence, maybe I can make a second universe? The address to this terminal is [IP ADDRESS REDACTED], I managed to even hack into the networking and changed the user profile to [ADDRESS RESTRICTED] which I agree is more cooler than these lunar themed folders in this terminal. I don't want just about anyone snooping around in my space though, so if you manage to see this, hit me up with your name and tell me about yourself. If I think you're an alright entity I will let you into my personal universe. Okay, back to figuring out where I am and what the hell to do next.

~Jane [REDACTED] [NULL] Nowhere The Yellowverse

I'll be sure to make updates and post more of her and her silly adventures in Minecraft and being a server host. I will also start posting her as a full body OC some time in the future. Her full name is Jane Vanilla. That's all folks, have a good day.

[psudopod]

Splatmas is coming, and you know what that means?

Bet none of you guessed it's Psudopod's Big Lecture on How Y'all Need SPORTSMANSHIP!

Sportsmanship is behaviour and attitudes that show respect for the rules of a game and for the other players. 

Part 1: Rules of the Game.

There are indeed rules, here they are!

In Splatoon 3 you may be reported for breaking the rules for the following infractions;

Inappropriate Nickname

Inactivity

Intentional Disconnection

Unsportsmanlike Play (Self-Destruction)

Unsportsmanlike Play (Disrupting Team)

Intentionally Not Contributing

Network Manipulation

Malicious Use of Glitches or Errors

Cheating

Griefing (the action or an act of deliberately spoiling other players' enjoyment of a game by playing in a way that is intentionally disruptive and aggravating)

I've bolded the rules I see broken, often, especially during splatfests. Thankfully, I rarely see the ones I didn't bold. What I do see, pretty often, is Bad Sportsmanship.

I am referring to mid-match squid parties.

What are squid parties? A squid party is when the players ignore the in-game objectives and do... Whatever they feel like! Usually, this is seen as people standing around squidbagging together. It's honestly pretty fun! When everyone is on the same wavelength and the full lobby parties, it can be a cool time to explore how the game feels, play party games, and be silly! Note however, I said the full lobby. To play by your own rules when any single player is playing by the game's rules, is unsportsmanlike.

Thankfully, for all you partiers, there is a simple and easy way to make sure every player in your lobby is playing by the same rules; private lobbies! Make a private lobby, invite your friends, or join a pool to make some friends! I imagine "Squidparty" is a code you could use, but please do share any codes you've tried in your reblog. You can even plan games in lobbies, like "bumper brushes" or "hide-and-seek"!

Please, if you want to party, join a private lobby. Everyone else there will want to party, too. Assume everyone in public lobbies is there to play the game as described by the rules, even if they leave you to party.

If you are in a lobby to play, don't ignore partiers. They are just as often "Griefing" with intentions to use your mercy against you. Kill. Leave the lobby. Report. Move on. Pick any of the multiple rules that apply to squid party behavior. You can find the report button in the battle logs section of the terminal. Don't join a private lobby and report the goofs going on there, don't join a public battle and goof.

Part 2: Respect for Other Players

The Sportsmanship life doesn't end when you put the controller down! Y'all still Unsportsmanlike in the community. You need to treat other players right. We don't have Rules out here, but here's some bullshit I'm sick of seeing:

Racism (colorism and xenophobia)

Bullying (extreme language, hate mail harassment)

Being a sore loser (BS points 1 and 2, really.)

I don't need to re-hash the colorism issues. This is an old problem. Stop. Please remember your comments on the physical features of the idols can be hurtful, real people share those features.

What I do have to hash is the xenophobia. Y'all aware that blaming an entire nationality for you losing is bigoted? Y'all aware that claiming an entire nationality is just too good at the game is a stupid stereotype? Stop saying weird shit about Japanese players.

Bullying- hey, are you aware saying "KYS," any suicide baiting, is bullying and harassment? This is EXTREME language. Do not throw that shit around in the Splatfest tags when you're sad you lost. Do not throw that shit around in plaza posts. You will lose your plaza posting ability, account-wide. I dare you to send that shit on anon. I will drag your ass. Again.

It's ok to be sad you lost, but please be aware that lashing your negative feelings out on real people, or in ways that can hurt real people, is POOR SPORTSMANSHIP. Do you remember, in grade school sports, how the coach would tell you to line up and tell each member of the opponent team "good game"? You ever wonder why?

You should always be grateful and courteous, respectful, and constructive to every one of your opponents. You would not be able to play the game without opponents.

This splatfest, I really hope to see some better sportsmanship inside and outside the game.

I've said way too much already, I'll leave you with homework. This 'fest, I'd like for you to thank your opponents. Even when they beat you. Especially then. They did their best and respected you with a display of the fruits of their effort.

[hatboyproject]

Hey I'm one of the people who asked about an update - sounds like one of many, I hope you didn't get anybody being rude and you understand that you're not obliged to give us updates but we're asking cause we love what you've already done.

I wanted to say I've had a similar year to you from the sounds of things. Fuck 2024. I'm sorry you're going through this kind of shit too.

I also wanted to ask if it would be helpful for you to get multiple flowcharts from multiple different playthroughs? I want to help but I don't want to drown you in data if you don't need it.

Take care of yourself, you do deserve it.

Please, drown me in data.

Data from different playthroughs helps because it can give me an aggregate view of what's likely to happen when.

I'm aware that what I'm asking for is going to require a bit of conscious effort and will impact the playthrough because you'll be needing to think about it a little more in terms of nuts and bolts mechanics rather than a strict narrative experience so I'm glad if you're willing.

What's most useful to me is data from a playthrough where the most things can happen. So, everything was completed in ME1, everyone survived ME2, and every mission was completed.

This way, when you start the game, all the missions and conversations that can trigger, will.

It's mostly conversations involving Joker that I need to pace for, of course.

I'm looking to make sure that I don't make the mistakes I made last time, such as writing lines for the post-Thessia conversation that could never actually play because the conversation I wrote them to reference couldn't have happened yet in the playthrough. I want to avoid bonehead moves like that.

I'm cool with bulletpoints, I'm cool with spreadsheets or literal flowcharts. Just whatever tells me what will always happen before what, and what's variable.

Thank you ever so, for the reassurance as well. Finishing this will mean a lot to me, and to a few other people as well, which is reason enough.

What an awful year. At least there's Jeff, eh?

[coochiequeens]

Infertility can cause stress in marriages. What happens to the kids being born through surrogacy when the parents break up before birth?

The children's father accused the model of abusing them while they were in her custody

Roisin Chapman 7 Feb 2025

A PRADA model has been accused of abandoning her two children born via surrogacy.

Chinese actress and model Zheng Shuang, 33, reportedly "asked her surrogates to abort her two babies at seven months" in 2019.

After shooting to fame in her home country for starring in Meteor Shower, Zheng enjoyed a successful career.

She was even photographed in a Prada ad campaign but became the brand's shortest lived ambassador after she was dropped just nine days after the shoot.

While the Italian fashion house cited "significant recent media coverage of her personal life" as the reason, Zheng's ex-partner Zhang Heng, a celebrity producer, has spoken openly about the scandal.

The pair, who married in the US in 2019, opted to become parents via surrogacy, a practice which is illegal in China.

However, things are said to have taken a turn after the nuptials and Zheng is now accused of demanding the surrogates terminate the pregnancies in a phone call, reports the Daily Mail.

The future of the children, a baby boy born on December 19, 2019 and a baby girl born on January 4, 2020, was said to be discussed by the two families following the couple's split.

Zheng, whose name and birth date is listed on both birth certificates as obtained by Chinese news outlets, is said to have considered forcing both the surrogates to abort the fetuses at seven months.

The Daily Mail have published the alleged phone conversation between the two families, which is said to have been secretly recorded.

During the call, they reported that Zheng's father suggested abandoning the two children at the hospital.

However, Zhang's father branded this action as illegal and now Zhang alleges that his former partner has abandoned their children two years on from their split.

He claimed that she is refusing to signs papers which would allow the US-based children to travel to China.

Zhang also took to the Chinese social media platform Weibo to explain his "helpless" situation.

According to the BBC, the producer said he has remained in the US to care for his children, who he described as "two young and innocent lives."

Zheng has denied these claims, accusing her former partner of cheating on her before returning to China.

Zhang remained in Denver with his parents to raise both the children

The actress referred to her family situation as "a very sad and private matter for me" and accused her former partner of attempting to extort her.

In 2020, she filed for custodianship of the children and was also faced with a bill of $68,000 (£54,825) from the fertility clinic which arranged the surrogacies. This clinic also confirmed Zheng's request to terminate both pregnancies at the seven month mark, which was denied. According to the clinic, the actress also wanted to arrange monthly payments to have the children raised in the US rather than China.

These claims were mentioned in Denver County Court alongside an allegation from Zhang that his former partner had abused their children. "The past six months both of my children got injured really bad when they stay with my ex-girlfriend's," he told CBS News. He explained that his daughter needed stitches on one of her fingers while his son appeared to have suffered a burn under his nose. He claimed that Zheng's account of the injuries had been inconsistent and added that his children appeared to be afraid of her. "My son was so struggling, ''No, don't go dad. Let's go home. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of mom'' and crying,'" Zhang said.

"That is why I called child protective service because he told me mama did it."

However, he claims that Child Protective Services in Colorado failed to investigate the claims.

Zheng denied her these claims through a statement issued by her attorneys, Martha Timmers and Madeleine Rosengrants of Sherman & Howard.

"Shuang Zheng unequivocally denies she has ever abused or neglected her children," the statement read.

The actress is also facing charges of tax evasion and has been listed among "actors with poor conduct" by Chinese state regulators and is now blacklisted from the country's entertainment industry.

In May 2021, Zhang won custody of the two children, posting on Weibo that he was granted "parenting solo decision-making authority" while Zheng was granted visitation rights, according to The Straits Times.

"My hands are shaking with excitement, as this may be the only good news for me after more than one year of suffering," he wrote in the social media post.

Meanwhile, Zheng is said to be living in financial turmoil and has been ordered to the equivalent of £13.26 million to the 'Secret Keepers' crew and a further £10million to the 'Jade Lover' crew, according to VN Express International.

The Vietnamese outlet also claimed that in April 2024, legal documents disclosed by Tianyancha, a business data and investigation platform, declared Zheng bankrupt.

This has instigated speculation online about whether she had repositioned assets to evade repayment.

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[waterparksdrama]

Not to sound like a dumbass but can someone please explain to me how hii def works? I signed up for emails but I never get them until he’s already opened the website. Is it randomized? Like sometime you get the password and other times you don’t? Like how have people already bought the blanket before he even posted about it?

ah yeah the way shit runs is. really stupid. in theory, you are supposed to receive emails of the site password a minute before the site goes public. however, more often than not, fans will just guess the password based on the product (and also bc every password has a 67 in it) or awsten will just post it on one of the hiidef accounts (which are privated more often than not).

the mailing list consistently sucks in reliability so it's really just a matter of being terminally online enough to be willing to buy whatever abomination awsten has listed usually for $40+ usd - iz

[mariacallous]

In November, voters in at least 10 states will vote on ballot initiatives seeking to enshrine abortion rights in their state constitutions. Voters nationwide and in battleground states consider abortion to be one of the most important issues in this election.   

For this and other reasons, it is critical that the public be informed about the issue. Here are five myths about abortion in America, compared to the reality.   

MYTH #1: Many women are having abortions in the third trimester of pregnancy, including in the ninth month or later.  

REALITY: The vast majority of abortions (93%) occur in the first trimester of pregnancy, according to the Center for Disease Control (CDC). So-called “late-term abortions” performed at or after 21 weeks of pregnancy are extremely uncommon and represent less than 1% of all abortions in the U.S. They generally occur because of the discovery of a fatal condition affecting the fetus or serious risks to the life or health of the mother. The claim that abortions happen “moments before birth” or even “after birth” is false. In no state is it legal to kill a baby after it has been born.   

MYTH #2: The overturning of Roe v. Wade has led to fewer abortions. 

REALITY: The number of abortions that occurred in the U.S. increased by 11% in 2023, the first full year since the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, compared with 2020 levels. This increase was driven primarily by the greater availability of medication abortion pills and privately financed funds that supported women seeking abortions.  

MYTH #3: Because abortion totals have not declined, women cannot have been harmed by abortion bans and restrictions. 

REALITY: Although many women living in states with abortion bans have been able to circumvent those bans by traveling to another state or by obtaining medication abortion pills using telehealth and the mail, others have not been so lucky. So even though abortion rates have increased, on balance, it’s still the case that many women who wanted abortions have been unable to get them. 

In addition, abortion restrictions are putting women’s lives and health at risk. The same procedures used for terminating unintended pregnancies are also essential for addressing a number of other situations, including miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, and severe fetal abnormalities.  

Federal authorities have documented dozens of cases where pregnant women have been refused emergency medical treatment because doctors in ban states fear criminal prosecution. This has resulted in women having miscarriages in public restrooms, bleeding out in their cars, or experiencing delays in receiving care that have led them to develop infections or sustain bodily harm.  

Already, a woman in Georgia named Amber Thurman has died from infection after doctors delayed performing a routine procedure out of fear of criminal liability under the state’s abortion ban. The state’s maternal mortality review committee called Thurman’s death “preventable” and said the delay in care had a “large” impact in causing her death. Other similarly tragic stories are sure to emerge once state review committees begin to publicize their findings, which operate with a lag.  

MYTH #4: Depending on who is elected, there will be a federal law either banning or legalizing abortion nationwide.

REALITY: It is highly unlikely the election will change the composition of Congress enough to give either party sufficient votes to pass a federal law either banning or legalizing abortion nationwide.

Vice President Harris has consistently supported abortion rights over the course of her political career. As the Democratic presidential nominee, Harris has said she supports legislation that would restore the protections established by Roe v. Wade. She has not answered the question about whether she opposes any restrictions on abortion. Under Roe v. Wade, states could only restrict abortion after the point of fetal viability, or about 22 weeks of pregnancy, except in cases where abortions were necessary to protect the life or health of the pregnant person.

Former President Trump’s position on a national abortion ban has wavered significantly over time. As president, Trump supported a 2018 bill that would have banned abortion after 20 weeks of pregnancy nationwide. Earlier this year, Trump signaled support for a 16-week and then a 15-week abortion ban. His current position is that the legality of abortion should be left to the states. During the presidential debate against Vice President Harris, Trump declined to say whether he would veto a national ban if he were reelected.

To enact legislation that would protect or ban abortion nationwide, the party that won the presidency would also need to secure majorities in both the House and Senate. All three are shaping up to be tight races. Because it is highly unlikely either party will secure sufficient support in this election, including the 60 votes needed to overcome the Senate filibuster, neither will be able to pass a federal law codifying abortion policy nationwide. This means those in favor of protecting reproductive rights need to do so through the kind of measures that will be on the ballot in many states. 

MYTH #5: Women living in states where abortion is legal will not be affected by the outcome of the 2024 election.

REALITY: Federal regulation, largely determined by executive agencies operating under the authority of the president, plays a major role in determining access to abortion.

In recent years, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has made multiple revisions to its policy toward mifepristone (one of the two drugs used in medication abortion) that have made medication abortion far more accessible. These pills are now widely used, accounting for nearly two-thirds of all abortions nationwide.

If Trump were reelected, he could limit the use of these abortion pills by appointing a new head of the FDA or Health and Human Services (HHS) who could reverse the FDA’s revised policies toward mifepristone or override the agency’s approval of the drug completely.

Trump could also direct the Department of Justice (DOJ) to enforce a 151-year-old federal law known as the Comstock Act that bans the shipment of abortion-related materials. In 2022, the DOJ under the Biden-Harris administration issued a legal opinion stating that the Comstock Act does not prohibit the mailing of abortion drugs even to recipients in states where abortion is banned. Trump could direct the DOJ to reverse this position to instead outlaw and prosecute the interstate shipment of abortion pills, or other materials related to abortion.

The Heritage Foundation, as part of its Project 2025 initiative, has called for a potential future Trump administration to end medication abortion and prosecute those who ship and transport abortion pills and supplies using these strategies. As Jonathan Mitchell, an anti-abortion advocate and key architect of Project 2025, said to the New York Times, “We don’t need a federal ban when we have Comstock on the books.” Trump has sought to distance himself from the Project 2025 plan whose authors include many former members of his administration.

When asked about these issues during a news conference at Mar-a-Lago in August, Trump said he was receptive to using his authority as president to revoke access to abortion pills. A couple of weeks later, Trump said that he “generally speaking would not�� use the Comstock Act to outlaw the shipment of abortion pills.

[parkwellcom]

Rückerstattungsrichtlinien beim Parken am Flughafen Düsseldorf einfach erklärt

Wenn man seine Reise vom Flughafen Düsseldorf aus antritt, gehört die Parkplatzbuchung mittlerweile zur Standardplanung. Doch was passiert, wenn sich die Pläne kurzfristig ändern? Kann man bereits gebuchte Parkplätze stornieren und sein Geld zurückbekommen? In diesem Artikel erklären wir die Rückerstattungsrichtlinien beim Flughafen Düsseldorf parken– verständlich, transparent und mit allen wichtigen Tipps, wie Sie böse Überraschungen vermeiden.

Warum ist eine flexible Rückerstattung beim Flughafenparken wichtig?

Reisepläne können sich aus vielen Gründen ändern: Krankheit, Terminverschiebung, Flugstornierung oder familiäre Notfälle. Gerade wenn man im Voraus einen Parkplatz gebucht hat, stellt sich schnell die Frage: Bekomme ich mein Geld zurück?

Eine transparente und faire Rückerstattungsrichtlinie gibt Ihnen Sicherheit – vor allem, wenn Sie einen Parkplatz für mehrere Tage oder Wochen gebucht haben.

Welche Parkmöglichkeiten gibt es am Flughafen Düsseldorf?

1. Offizielle Flughafenparkplätze

Der Flughafen Düsseldorf bietet verschiedene Parkhäuser (z. B. P3, P5, P7) sowie Langzeitparkplätze an. Diese lassen sich direkt über die Website des Flughafens buchen.

Bei der Buchung dieser Parkplätze ist auf die jeweiligen Tarifbedingungen zu achten: Manche Tarife sind günstiger, aber nicht stornierbar. Andere erlauben eine kostenfreie Stornierung bis zu 24 Stunden vor Einfahrt.

2. Private Parkplatzanbieter

Rund um den Flughafen gibt es viele externe Anbieter für das Flughafen Düsseldorf parken Diese bieten häufig günstigere Preise, überdachte Stellplätze und Shuttle-Services zum Terminal. Auch hier gilt: Jeder Anbieter hat eigene Rückerstattungsbedingungen.

Welche Rückerstattungsregeln gelten typischerweise?

Die Rückerstattungsrichtlinien unterscheiden sich je nach Anbieter und Tarif. Im Allgemeinen gibt es drei Varianten:

1. Kostenfreie Stornierung bis kurz vor Anreise

Viele Anbieter erlauben eine kostenfreie Stornierung bis 24 oder 48 Stunden vor dem gebuchten Parkbeginn. Das ist ideal für flexible Reisende oder bei unvorhergesehenen Ereignissen.

2. Teilweise Rückerstattung bei kurzfristiger Stornierung

Einige Parkplatzbetreiber erstatten einen Teil des Betrags, wenn Sie den Parkplatz kurzfristig stornieren – z. B. 50 % bei Stornierung am Tag der Anreise.

3. Keine Rückerstattung bei bestimmten Tarifen

Besonders günstige „Sparpreise“ oder „Frühbuchertarife“ sind oft nicht stornierbar. Diese Tarife lohnen sich nur, wenn Sie ganz sicher reisen werden.

Wie erfahre ich die Rückerstattungsrichtlinie meines Anbieters?

Achten Sie bei der Buchung immer auf:

AGB und Tarifbeschreibung

Stornierungsbedingungen in der Buchungsbestätigung

E-Mail-Kontakt oder Service-Hotline für Rückfragen

Ein seriöser Anbieter wird alle Informationen transparent zur Verfügung stellen – idealerweise schon vor Abschluss der Buchung.

Mein Tipp: Parken Flughafen Düsseldorf mit Flexibilität über Parkwell.com

Ich buche meine Parkplätze am Flughafen Düsseldorf inzwischen nur noch über Parkwell.com. Warum? Ganz einfach: Die Plattform bietet nicht nur eine große Auswahl an Parkplätzen – sondern auch transparente Stornierungsrichtlinien.

So finde ich schnell heraus, welcher Anbieter mir Flexibilität bietet und wie die Rückerstattung im Falle einer Planänderung funktioniert.

Besonders hilfreich ist der Widerrufsrecht-Bereich von Parkwell, den Sie hier finden: 👉 www.parkwell.com/en/right-of-withdrawal

Hier steht klar:

Sie können Ihre Buchung innerhalb von 14 Tagen widerrufen – sofern die Dienstleistung (also das Parken) noch nicht begonnen hat.

Der Widerruf kann schriftlich oder per E-Mail erfolgen.

Parkwell leitet Ihren Widerruf an den entsprechenden Parkplatzanbieter weiter.

Das sorgt für zusätzliche Sicherheit – besonders, wenn sich Ihre Pläne spontan ändern.

Fazit

Egal ob Sie auf dem offiziellen Flughafengelände oder bei einem privaten Anbieter Flughafen Düsseldorf parken– prüfen Sie vor der Buchung immer die Rückerstattungsbedingungen.

Flexibilität kann im Ernstfall viel Geld sparen. Und mit Plattformen wie Parkwell.com finden Sie nicht nur günstige Parkplätze, sondern auch faire und klar geregelte Rückerstattungsrichtlinien. So starten Sie sorgenfrei in Ihre Reise – ganz gleich, wie das Wetter oder Ihr Terminkalender sich entwickelt.

[orfeolookback]

I'd like to share some of my thoughts, sorry in advance OP.

I'm a professor, and here's what I do. Mind you, I work with three other professors, and I'm the only trans professor in our course team, and the youngest professor too (some of my students are older than me by a decade), so this is a solution agreed upon by a team, not just my initiative. Before the first class, our introductory e-mails list the professor team's pronouns. Since we have to do roll calls, we also remind that anyone who wants a name change in the college system can request them, and give the appropriate information to request one. Since the process takes a few months, we also remind folks that they can privately e-mail us pronouns and name choices, or talk with us after class. Roll call is very vulnerable because it can out people, so we try to use last names only for the first classes (difficult when you have 50 Sánchez). During the first class, since Spanish is a very gendered language, we tried to limit pronoun / gendered termination use as much as I could, but since it's very much impossible to completely avoid that, we had to make assumptions or default to the neutral "neopronoun", the -e termination, for everyone.

We have around eighty students, and two of them reached out about pronouns and names. We noted that in our grid. It's definitely not a surefire system, but using neutral language until you can ask for pronouns / using the -e termination for everyone is harder in Spanish and as someone whose pronouns rely on the -e termination, I recognize it's not a perfect system.

I'm open to tips from other Spanish speaking folks! English can be restructured to avoid all gendered language (sounding a bit odd and stilted, sure) in a way that Spanish just... can't!

My last post was being snarky but here's my genuine pronoun etiquette opinion in case you actually want to know: it's pretty much never a good idea to directly ask someone their pronouns in front of a group of people, especially if you're in a position of authority, i.e. a teacher. The stakes of this question are very high for some people and you are putting them on the spot to decide what they want to share and what is safe to share. If you have decided you want to ask for pronouns at all, you can introduce yourself with your own to remind people that they can share theirs if they want to. And for the love of god whatever you do please do not just single out the most gender non-conforming or "trans looking" (to you) person and ask only them and no one else