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egirlunicornrocksall · 2 years

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hey there lovelies💖

sooooo many of you have requested a life update and want to make sure that i'm in a better spot than i was last year when i posted a "cry for help" of sorts on my blog after i shared that i had been living in an abusive situation at home for years and then i (eventually) shared that i became homeless for a few months as well in 2021. and it was obvious that i was STRUGGLING mentally.

fun times, fun times.😌👍

basically i learned SUPER fast that your blood family is not always going to be there for you. just bc you're related, just because they're a parent or a brother or sister doesn't mean they'll take you in or protect you or truly care for your well-being/feelings. it's messed up, for sure, but i know so many people (including a bunch of u) who've gone through similar situations and have experienced similar hurt from family members and i know you can relate to the feeling of shock/hurt/resentment when you realize you've been let down. hard. by your family.

this post that i took a screenshot of below was posted on April 27th, 2021 and was the first time i openly shared on this blog that my father had abusive tendencies towards me for years. due to some traumatic shit during my childhood i learned to cope by dissociating. and i started to dissociate more. and more. and more during my tween and teen years. i definietly have a dissociation disorder that i'll have for the entirety of my life and it's often a big struggle to "stay in the moment" or to feel "real" or even important/special. long-term use of dissociation can often have you unsure over what's real and what isn't, what was a dream and what actually happened, and it could also leave you wondering if anything is important. or worth living for.

((i know alot of these feelings can be relatable to some of you and that doesn't mean u do or don't have a dissociation disorder. and some people with a dissociation disorder may even feel differently and not how i described. 🤷‍♀️))

i definietly have some distinct voices/friends/people in my head that i've recognized for YEARS due to my dissociation. i have a few very comforting, very motherly and paternal voices. i have one that is very strong and cut throat and very much a lioness. and i have some childlike ones.

so over the past few months i've really just been trying to heal years old trauma. and to heal you have to remember what happened. and to remember is to feel the hurt that you bury through dissiciation. it's a cycle. and its been a long, tedious, sad cycle, but i think i've hit some good mental milestones and i'm proud of me and my journey. but i'm not perfect and the healing process is gonna be one that takes years.

Anyways, to catch ya'll up:

i shared in April 2021 that i was in an abusive situation with my father and i was DESPERATE to escape. my siblings would not take me in, i was given some shitty excuses. despite not having a permanent place to live or an apartment, i packed all of my things up (and my two cats, Molly and Beau) and stayed at an extended stay motel for a few months. it was very dangerous, but essentially i was "free". during these few months i searched for an apartment or anyone looking for a roommate, but it wasn't until August 2021 that there was finally an available apartment near me. at this time i had also made some genuine friends who stuck by me and supported me during the lowest moments of my life. i know consider those people my "family".💗

on August 9th, 2021 i moved into my first apartment with my boyfriend. i had only been official with cody a month and a half, but we both needed a place and agreed that even if we broke up we'd still make things work since we had to live together and split bills.

in october of 2021, cody was given emergency legal and physical custody of his 4 year old son that his ex had been keeping from him. this came as a HUGE shock to us since the ex was immediately taken to jail and one of the charges facedagainst her was child neglect. 🥺 we also were given the choice to have temporary custody over his son's half-brother (who isn't related to us) so that the 9 year old wouldn't be forced into foster care while he waited for his mom to get out of jail.

we agreed and for several months became the parents of two children.

which was extremely hard. we went from not being parents, to playing the role of mom and dad for two. but i know it was vital to remove both boys from the toxic environment they had been stuck in.

the half-brother just moved in with his biological dad last month (May) after being in our care for 8 months so now we're just a household of three.

but that experience definietly brought me and my boyfriend closer together lol. i love him more than anything and it really makes my eyes turn into a waterfall to think that i somehow found true fucking love in the hardest/darkest times of my life. 🥺💕

so basically.... don't give up on love? it's out there, but it also doesn't follow your clock. it'll happen when it happens, if you're open.

currently, as of June 2022 lol, i still live in our shared apparentment with his son and 5 of my cats.

this January though my cat named "Molly" (i've posted and talked about her on here before) passed away. i had her when i was 12 till i was 20, and she'll live forever in my memory as my best friend. 💗👼

my cats right now are: 1# Beau (black & white, senior aged - i've posted her on here before), 2# Flower (main coon, 5 yo, i adopted last month), 3# Kitten (black, only male, almost a year old, and is bonded to Rue), 4# Rue (gray, 6 mo old and only has one eye, is bonded to kitten), 5# unnamed (orange tabby, 9 week old kitten i just adopted yesterday <3).

my current aspiration right now is to heal and enjoy my life as much as possible.

and with that thought in mind, i decided to pause my current degree in business administration and pursue something i actually enjoy.

today will be my first day of classes in nail technology. i plan on finishing the program around October 2022 and will pursue my state license afterwards. - it's something i've always enjoyed so i thought i'd listen to my instincts for once. ;)

love you all, thank you for all your support over the years,

Esther 💕💖💗

#esther #she speaks #<3 #reblog #:) <3 #personal post #personal #answers #answered #answer #me #my pics #my cats #update #blog update

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ghostonly · 2 years

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Gentle and heartfelt reminder that if you are abled and got COVID sometime in the past two years, the brain fog, exhaustion, general fatigue, inability to think straight and move around normally, and lots of the medium-term after effects are things that many disabled people go through every day and will go through every day for the rest of their lives.

This isn't a guilt trip, I just want people who have experienced that to be aware so that they can sympathize in a way many others will never be able to

When we ask for help with things like our human rights and government financial assistance, it's because that kind of thing is our life, and we're expected to either work regularly to take care of ourselves, or get on disability, which is markedly lower than even the cheapest cost of living and prohibits normal work of most kinds in order to keep it.

As you recover and get back to something more normal, hold on to that recovery with both hands and cherish it

#i don't mean this to be like 'others have it worse than you'#i hope it doesn't come across that way #i mean it from a very genuine place of 'recognize that this isn't permanent for you but your brief experience with it gives you a very real #understanding of this horrifying and dehumanizing experience'#disability #disabled #actually disabled #COVID #COVID-19 #Corona #coronavirus #psa

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miraculouslycool · 3 years

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I see a lot of people say they want to see Emilie come back and be the better parent but in the context of what's going on in the show I hope Emilie's revival isn't permanent. Think about it, Gabriel is on this huge quest because he genuinely believes Emilie is the better parent and their family is lost without her. And if she comes back permanently even if Gabriel gets exposed and arrested that means he was right. All the domestic and international terrorism, the pain he caused innocent people, the abuse he does to his son, the ends justified the means because Emilie is back and will do a better job. And this is a show aimed at little kids. What kind of message does that send to little girls that if a man verbally and emotionally abuses you, manipulates, gaslights, and hurts innocent people then it's okay because he loves his family? That would be terrible! The show has done a pretty good job showing what gabriel is doing to adrien and all of paris is wrong on every level. So when Emilie wakes up (and she has to) it has to be temporary, either she's just as bad or worse than her husband or she has actual morals and recognizes that gabriel is wrong, but also the mistakes she made were her own and she has to accept the consequences. Not nathalie, not an innocent woman in paris to take on the curse, her. Like the Agreste storyline is dealing with some very heavy stuff and the end should be Emilie and Gabriel have to pay the price for the mistakes they made. Even if it means Adrien's family falls apart. Anything else is abuse apoligism and normalizes extreme toxic behavior "for family."

I highly doubt it is going to take that direction, so there's nothing much to worry about. Adrien's arc completely deals with breaking free of the prison Gabriel put him in, and bringing Emilie back means he'd get away with it, or if he didn't and if someone else made the wish in his place, the balance of humanity would be disrupted and everyone loses either way.

Besides, I really don't trust Emilie either. While she seems to have been a loving mother to Adrien, I don't think she was a better parent than Gabriel. Outside of the Gorilla, a recurring theme in the story is Adrien's mistrust in the adults in his life (even if he does love them) and that mistrust is reasonable and a 100% justifiable. It's hard for me to believe that Emilie would be any different.

Anything to get that kid away from his toxic family, the better.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien #emilie #asks

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butterbuni · 3 years

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♥ Chapter 5 ~ Recommendation Entrance Exam P1 ♥

Previous Chapter

"You will have 30 minutes to prepare for your written exam, you may converse and study with one another but there will be no conversations during the test. You may start." Cementoss said leaving the stage. I couldn't stop smiling. I am actually here about to take the exam.

I couldn't help smiling like an idiot. I looked around the auditorium, there were so many more people than I expected. At least a 50 by the looks of it.

God this is nerve-racking. I reached into my backpack pulling out the study guide Star made for me. I have to remember to thank him till the end of time. I wonder how he is doing in his exam. Probably acing it like a pro. I hung my head down in defeat. Why is school so hard? I can ace almost anything else but for things like math or chemistry, my mind just stops working.

"Hello" I looked up towards the voice. It was a rather tall girl with beautiful black hair tied up into a ponytail. I gave her a small smile and said "Hello I'm L/N Y/N but please call me Y/N I'm not a fan of formalities" "I am Yaoyorozu Momo, I noticed you were looking quite upset. May I ask why?" She sounded genuinely concerned, she seems so nice. "I just don't feel prepared for this test I feel like I'm going to fail. I am more of a hands-on person rather than a thinker and it just ugghhh" I placed my head on my unopened study guide.

"Maybe I can help you study we still have 25 minutes before the test starts and I could use a study buddy for the time being." I perked my head up to her smiling face. Wow, she's pretty. My brain fart disappeared as I realized what she said. My head straightened a huge smile was plastered on my face "Really you would help me!" "shhhhhhhhhhhh!" A guy behind me who looked like a skeleton with hair. "Sorry I will be quieter" God this is so awkward where is Star when you need him.

"I would love for you to help me it would mean a lot. thank you." She sat down next to me and pulled out her own study guide it was much thicker than mine. She really came prepared. I decided to just scrap my study guide and we went over stuff in hers.

~Shoto's POV~

"Really you would help me!" I looked up from my book to see who was yelling at this time. It's that girl from earlier. She's so unprofessional I thought she would be with the other kids in the regular entrance exam. She obviously doesn't do well in school so why is she even here? I need to focus on this test. I looked back down at my guide. If I want to become a hero I need to pass.

~Back to Y/N~

She makes the work sound so easy way better than Star. If he meets her, I'm pretty sure he will try and challenge her to an intelligence match. I am so glad I met her before the test. Maybe we both get in and see each other in school.

There was a ring indicating that the study session was over. Cementoss came back to the stage as the whole auditorium got quiet. "Everyone please move so there are three seats separating you from other testers." "Good luck Y/N you worked hard so you will be able to pass," Momo said as she moved three seats away. I waved her goodbye and told her good luck as well.

Once everyone was situated, cement blocks rose in front of our tables with the test and a calculator. Cementoss continued to talk. "Once you hear the bell you will begin. You will have 2 hours to complete your exam. Once you are finished with your exam you will place it back on the cement and you may go to the break room. There you will receive a number and you may do any necessary preparations for your practical exam. Remember there will be absolutely no cheating. If you are caught cheating, you will be escorted out of school and you will never be able to retake the exam and you can say goodbye to ever being admitted to UA academy. Good luck." As he left the stage there was another bell indicating the test had begun. I picked up my pencil and opened the packet.

The net effect of photosynthesis, chemically, is reduction, leading to the formation of simple carbohydrates and accompanied by a release of oxygen. True or False.

Oh boy.

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Finally, I'm done with the test. Momo already left. I wonder how she did. She most likely passed she's very smart. I picked up my bag and left the auditorium. There was a sign outside pointing towards the break room. I should probably change first. I did a quick turn and headed for the nearest bathroom. "Oof". Oh jeez. I looked up to face the back of a guy. He had crimson red and white hair split evenly down the center. He was on the taller side but other than that nothing special till he turned around and faced me. My mouth gaped open. He had beautiful different colored eyes and a huge scar over one of them, which was very odd.

"It's rude to stare." He scoffed down at me. I will just ignore that scoff since it was my fault. "Oh sorry, it was an acci..de..nt. You are Endeavor's son! I recognize that blue eye anywhere. My brother is practically obsessed with your family. Though that scar of yours isn't on pictures I've seen," I said in an attempt to break the ice.

He looked at me with absolute hatred in his eyes. Dang, I didn't know bumping into someone will automatically make me hated. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned his scar. "Excuse me I need to be going." I moved out of the way allowing him to pass. As he left, I shouted, "Sorry for bumping into you, it was purely an accident. There is no need to look at me like that!" and ran into the bathroom to change. Such a quiet guy very different from the stories Kean says about Endeavor. I opened my backpack and pulled out my workout clothes. I quickly put them on. It was just some high waisted leggings and a white crop top. Perfect for optimum power use. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my backpack. Hopefully, I'm not too late I still need some food in my system.

I got to the room where everyone else was and it was pretty full already. I looked around trying to find Momo so at least I will have somebody to talk to. "Ehehm." I looked around for the voice, but I didn't see anyone talking to me. "Down here, dearie." I looked down to see a small elderly woman. My smile grew so wide. "Recovery Girl! Oh, it's so nice to meet you. My mom talks about you all the time. I knew you were going to be at UA as a teacher, but I didn't think I would meet you today at the exam. Oh, this is so exciting. Can I have your autograph?" I gushed out in excitement. "One thing at a time dear. Here is your number it should always be visible at all times till you leave." "Yes ma'am," I said taking the number and putting it on my shirt.

"You must be M/N's daughter. You share the same energetic curious aura that she does. Plus, those ears are hard to forget." She chuckled light-heartedly. I sheepishly laughed. Oh, I wish she won't talk about my ears. "If it's an autograph you want here." She motioned me to come down to her level. I stooped down as she wrote her name on my number paper. "Thank you so much!" "Now now dearie you have a practical exam to get ready for and I have numbers to pass out. Good luck." I waved goodbye.

I walked over to the food table. It was decked out with so much food. My mouth watered as I looked at it all. I could eat everything here in five seconds if I wanted to. "Looks good doesn't it." I heard Momo behind me. "Oh yeah it looks good, even better than good, it looks scrump-dilly-isous." She giggled at my choice of words.

We picked out some food and went to sit down and eat while we wait for the others to finish testing. "So, what's your quirk Momo," I said in between bites. "My quirk is creation. I have the ability to create any non-living material/object from my exposed skin by transforming the molecular structure of my fat cells." "Your quirk is just like my best friend's; he is in the regular entrance exam. Although he doesn't use fat cells but rather imagery using his neocortex. Though he can only use the item for 10 minutes before it disappears. Do your items disappear too?" "No, they are permanent after I create them. So, what's your quirk." "From what I've figured out I can control the elements. Air, fire, earth, and water; the usual but I can lose energy using it a lot. Though there is sub stuff I'm trying to figure out. That is why I am here at UA. Hopefully, they can help me 'reach my full potential' as my brother says." I said with quotation marks.

"Wow, your quirk is so powerful! No wonder you're in recommendations," she said with excitement. I sheepishly laughed, "It's actually not that powerful really. When I first started, I could barely lift a pebble without passing out. My brother says that any quirk can be powerful it all depends on the person and how they use it. Your quirk is awesome you can create anything you want and it's forever. If you wanted you could make so many clothes and video games!" I gushed. "T-That's against the rules! If I make anything I want with my quirk then the circulation of money will be disrupted. As a citizen of this nation, I must increase the flow of money in the economy." she said in an attempt to defend her obvious spending habits.

~Shoto's POV~

'Sorry for bumping into you, it was purely an accident. There is no need to look at me like that!' How did I look at her? I looked up to see the odd girl conversing with another student. She's so odd and weird. How can she be so loud and obnoxious with no regard for other peoples' study time so early in the morning? Not to mention she's dumb and could have used the study time. How in the world did she make it into recommendations. I'll find out as soon as I pass this stupid test. I need to prepare.

"Students we will be taking a bus to the testing site form two lines and board in an orderly fashion!" some random guy yelled into the room.

It's time.

~Y/N POV~

Finally, the fun part is about to begin. "C'mon Momo we got this. Let's go."

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lousimusician · 6 years

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Cheater -- Part 2

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warning: Sexual harassment, violence

A/N: I wanted to get this out sooner but I've been so busy recently. So sorry for the wait

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It had been three months since you caught Tom. Three months since you walked out on him forever.

You hadn't seen him since that day. You had been relying on Tom's money for so long, you had to stay over a friend's house until you made enough money to rent an apartment.

It had been hard, but you refused to go back to him. Leaving him had its perks. You didn't have to live in fear for his or your own life anymore, you got to focus on your education, and you got to fix old friendships you lost. Overall, you felt like a normal person for once.

But at the same time, you were in so much pain. The two of you were engaged. You were supposed to get married. You loved him, you didn't believe you could ever love someone that much again. He made you feel beautiful and loved. He was a drug that you had been addicted to, and at some points you believed the withdrawal symptoms would kill you. But you were strong, and you wouldn't run back to him.

Tom on the other hand had been doing much worse than you had. Nothing in Tom's life brought him joy. You were always the one to make him genuinely happy. So with you gone from his life without a single word, he had lost himself in his work. He gained more and more enemies every day because of it. The more money and power he gained was never enough, he was insatiable, craving something that would make the pain a little more bearable. And he found that one thing that made the pain lessen, was to make sure you were safe. He had you followed, had tabs kept on you every week. He knew everything. He even knew that you had gotten a little better from the break up every week while he continued to worsen.

Tom sighed, throwing the papers down on his desk and leaning back into his seat. Frenetic knocking sounded from his office door.

"Come in," Tom shouted, annoyed.

The doors swung open revealing one of his men. "Sir, (Y/N) was kidnapped." The man panted.

Tom's eyes widened and he stood up abruptly. "Go and get Harrison."

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(Three hours earlier)

You laughed at your friend who decided to visit you at the bar you worked at.

"You actually made him cry?" You laughed.

Your friend nodded her head, "Yeah, it was so funny. Like why be in a debate class and not be able to carry your own argument. He got so frustated he literally stood there and started crying."

"I'm impressed Liza-" You noticed someone sitting down at the bar. "I'll be right back." You said nodding towards the man's direction. She nodded back taking a sip of her drink.

You approached the man nonchantly. "Anything I can get for you?"

The man seemed a little strange, and it was hard to see his face since it was covered by his hood. He lifted his head glancing at your nametag. "Nothing right now, (Y/N)." He said as an unsettling grin formed on his lips.

"Um, alright. Just call if you want something." You hurried away. You felt your heart beat quicken.

You weren't stupid, you had met plenty of terrifying men while you were with Tom. The only question was if this man was part of a mob or just some creep.

"You okay?" Your friend asked as you approached her. "You look pale."

"I'm- I'm fine. Uh, so what were you saying before?"

The rest of the night seemed to go by smoothly enough, about an hour after you spoke to the unsetting man he had left, making you feel much better.

It had gotten pretty late and unfortunately you were the one that was left to close that night. You finished wiping down the bar and all of the tables.

"So, Tom Holland, huh?"

You snapped your head towards the bar, your eyebrows furrowing. It was the same man from before. "How-?"

"That lock." He nodded towards the door. "Child's play. Now, I'm very interested in you (Y/N). Would never peg a girl like you to go around fucking men in the mafia. I see why he would fuck you, though." He said raking his eyes up and down your body.

You scoffed, and crossed your arms. "It was one man. And we're not together anymore so I can't help you with whatever it is you want."

"Oh, but sweetheart. I think you can." He said standing up.

A flash caught your eye and you found a gun hanging loosley from his hand. Of course there was a gun. There was always a gun.

He came closer and slowly began circling around you. You stood completely still. "You two were supposed to get married weren't you?" You nodded. "And it turns out Tommyboy is still in love with you."

You felt your heart jump. Of course you were terrified for your life, but Tom still had this power over your heart.

"Oh what's this? You're blushing. Do you still love him too?"

You swallowed nervously. "No, I hate him."

"Hm, I don't believe you-."

"What do you want? You're not really here to talk about my love life, so what do you want?"

"Ooh, okay, I think I'm starting to understand why Holland likes you so much. You're firey. But you're right, what I'm actually here is for leverage."

"Wha-?" But before you could finish, you felt the butt of the gun slam into your head and you were out.

"She's pretty isn't she?"

"Keep it in your pants, that's not what she's here for."

"Yeah but still. Do y'think the boss will let us have a little fun with her before we have to kill her."

"Shut the fuck up and do your job, alright."

"Well he isn't wrong." A third voice interjected. "Holland was a lucky bastard."

You slightly groaned, as you blinked your eyes open, your head pounding. You lifted your head finding the three men that had been speaking, circling around you.

"Good morning, princess. How's your head?" You recognized this voice from the first man that had spoken. He was tall with black hair.

"Don't call me princess."

The two other men laughed. "I'm gonna get the boss. James come with me." The more serious one said before leaving the room with James leaving you alone with the black haired man.

"So you were really gonna marry Holland?" He asked, but you looked away from him and ignored what he said. "Tell me why a girl who seems so obviously innocent would go for a freak like Holland. Hm? Is it cause you like it rough, cause sweetheart if you like it rough, I can have you cumming in seconds."

"You're disgusting. I'd never let you touch me." You spat.

The man slowly started to approach you. Once he reached you, he gripped your chin pulled your face close to his. "Such a filthy mouth." He grinned in amusement. "Did Holland let you speak to him like that or do you like to be put in your place." He leaned in closer so his lips were by your ear. "I bet you're a dirty little slut betwee-"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." An all too familiar voice said.

Both your head and the man's snapped towards the door seeing Tom and Harrison standing there covered in blood with raised guns pointed at the man.

The man stood up, "Holl-" but before he could finish both Tom and Harrison shot him dead.

"T-Tom?" You choked out.

"Shh, darling, I've got you." He said, walking over and untying you from the chair you were in. Once the tape was off, you pulled Tom into you, and hugged him tightly, despite the blood that was on him.

You hated him so much but you also loved him and seeing him after being kidnapped all logic left you. You cried into him as he held you tightly to him. You hated to admit how much you really missed him.

"Let's get you out of here, darling."

You sat across from Tom in the back of his car. Harrison was driving.

Neither of you said a word, as you gazed out the window and as Tom took glances at you.

"...Thanks for saving me." You mumbled.

"Of course, da-"

"But just so you know. I still really fucking hate you."

Tom sighed. "I figured as much."

"How did you know where I was?"

"I...I've had some of my men watch you since you left."

You snapped your head towards him. "You what?"

"I had to keep tabs on you. I'm still in love with you y'know. And my business is messy, I wanted to make sure you were safe." You stayed silent understanding his reasoning. "...Just so you know, I really miss you princess. If it means anything, I haven't had sex with another woman since you've left."

You scoffed. "Nice to know you only have sex with other women when you're with me."

He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. "Come on darling, please. I need you so much, please just come back."

"...You really fucked up Tom."

"I know, but it'll never happen again, it should've never happened in the first place. I was a fucking idiot. I love you so much, I don't know how to function without you and you're all I think about and it kills me that I don't get to see your beautiful face anymore. Please, give me one more chance."

You gave Tom a pained look. You were so confused. You sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking.

"Fine, this is how it's going to go." Tom perked up. "Basically, you destroyed the last five years we've been together. So if you want to get back together we're starting on square one again. Which means I'm not moving back in, we're not going to have sex for a long time, and we're obviously not going to get married anymore, until you can build my trust back."

Tom nodded, "Yes, please, I'll do anything you want."

"And Tom, I swear if you do anything to break my heart like that again, you will never see me again."

"I will never break your heart again. I can't live without you."

"Then... I guess we're back together."

He smiled widely. "I guess we are."

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jpat82 · 5 years

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Secret World

Chapter 9

"Hey Echo!" He called out, waving his hand in the air even though I had already seen him. I sped up a bit, throwing a casual glance over my shoulder toward the car only to see Happy shaking his head as he pulled away.

"Hey Peter." I smiled back and stopped as I got closer. "How was school?"

"Meh, it was school. You know how that goes." He shrugged as I followed him away from the building down the street. "How was the rest your of night?"

"Actually, that was the most sleep I've gotten in a couple years." I chuckled softly, looking down at the ground.

"Seriously?" He asked taken back as the both we walked on the sidewalk, the exhaust from cars passing us lingering in the air.

"Yeah, I've been on my own for a while." I admitted, I could feel my heart slowly started to speed up. I crossed my arms in front of my chest out of instinct.

"Really? Like what did you do?" He asked, looking over at me. I bit my bottom lip, trying even think of where to start. "You know what?"

Suddenly he darted in front of me, causing me to abruptly stop so I didn't walk into him. I stared at him as he grinned at me, he had his thumbs under the straps of his backpack giving him almost a comical look.

"Let's go have fun, we can go an arcade or movie.. or we can just walk around. Whatever you want." He beamed, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Peter, I don't have any money. And the idea of movie where it's dark doesn't exactly thrill me." I replied with a sigh, he gave a small shake of his head as he pull one hand away from his backpack and held it up.

"I have some money, and as I said I know an arcade. We can play some games, and just hang out." He told me. "So what do you say?"

I bit on my lip trying not to grin, it had been years since I had had a care free day. One that wasn't interrupted by the thought of the shadow creatures or running from people. At least here nobody knew me, here I had someone that maybe I could rely on. I nodded my head to him and watched his smile grow.

"Arcade it is." He hooked his head and stepped off to the side.

We wound through the streets, Peter talked about the various studies he was going through. The kid was smart, hella smart. Making me feel kind of left out on the things I missed having been pulled out of school when I was. The fact I never actually made it to high school.

Peter was very animated as he talked, his face always so full expression.

"So, I have a question." I spoke up, his eyes wide as he walked backwards in front me.

"What's up?" He replied.

"So that first day, the one where you found me in the street." I started, braving myself to put myself out there a bit more.

"You mean the one where you called me Spiderling." He nodded.

"I looked up the snap, as I'm sure you could tell. Are you the guy they called Spider-Man in the news reports?" I asked, I could see the neon sign behind him that shouted movies and arcade.

"Don't tell anybody." He quickly stated, stopping in his tracts.

"Peter, who exactly am I going to tell? The people I stayed with last night? I'm sure they know, am I right?" I replied.

"Okay, maybe you have a point. But, I mean, if you run into anybody you know." He winked and gave me a nudge as we crossed the street.

"Ha ha, web boy." I shot back, following him inside.

"So, all joking aside, what was your world like?" He asked, we walked around the arcade, kids loitered about, the dings and music of the games played over the music coming out of the speakers. The lights were slightly dimmer but it wasn't dark inside.

"Depressing. There was war everywhere for the most part, I guess not to much different from here. Besides there isn't any aliens or robots to blame it on. Super hero's don't exist, I wish they did." I shook my head as he dropped some change into a pin ball machine, he offered to let me play first by motioning. "Let me see how it works."

"You don't know how to play pin ball?" He asked, his eyes widening again and he purposely dropped his jar lower.

"Never had a chance. I've been on the run for the last four years." I shrugged.

"Alright, you watch me, and tell me more about your world. Then you try? Deal?" He stuck his hand out, I took and shook it.

"Deal." I replied, watching as the ball rolled into place.

"So can I ask though why you've been on the run the last four years?" He asked, his eyes glued downward as he pulled a leveler back and let go causing the ball to shoot forward.

"Well, it’s cause I can see things. Like I told you, but also.. I see creatures, these things in the shadows. My mom couldn't raise me because she didn't know how to deal with it so after sending me to mental institutions she sent me to live with my Aunt and Uncle." I told him, watching as he hit the buttons on the side, causing the little paddles inside the machine to flip any time the ball came near. "She was awesome, she was the one to give me the name Echo. Unfortunately late one night, someone shot her, the P.D. said it was a mugging gone wrong but I just couldn't deal with it."

"I'm sorry Echo, the same kind of thing happened to my uncle." Peter replied, his words were sincere, as he continued to watched what he was doing.

"It was about that time word got around school, and the some guys from the government showed up at our apartment. They talked my Uncle into me going with them, and they ran a bunch of tests on me. Late one night, I had just about had it." I tried to explain, trying not delve to far into the past where it hurt. "I had been screaming in the metal room they locked me in, and went to test the door knob and it was unlocked. It was weird, the entire hall was empty and dark, it's the only time I didn't the shadow creatures but I didn't wait around."

By this point Peters game had stopped and he was leaning his hip against the machine and just listened to me. Nodding while I spoke.

"I took off, got a prepaid debt card, panhandled, did some illegal stuff, like opening cards in others peoples names. Did everything I could to stay alive. I was squatting in a house for a bit, but.." I shrugged, I took a deep breath as I looked around. He stepped to the side, grabbing my arm and pulled me toward the machine.

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry." I heard his voice crystal clear even though his lips weren’t moving. Peter raised his eye brow as I must’ve made a face.

“I don't want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?" I recognized the voice as the one that said Spiderling before.

“I'm trying to say that something is coming.”

“Seriously, you made a reference to Aliens?” I asked chuckling as I stared at him.

“What?” He asked genuinely confused.

“You were talking about eggs implanting in your chest.” I giggled even harder. “I gotta know what brought that on.”

“Oh, when I was on a spaceship in space.” He replied dead serious as he moved behind me to the other side. “Me and Mr Stark and a bunch of other guys were fighting aliens on their ship or donut, whatever it was.”

“That must of been intense.” I replied looking at him wide eyed.

“Dude, this alien kind of looked like Squidard, and he could make these crystal like knife things and move things with his mind. We ended up cutting a hole in the side of the ship like in that movie and sucked him out.” He told me excitedly, I just stared in wide eyed confusion.

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If Your Country Isn't A Shithole, Go Home.

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He finally did it, he called all the black countries shitholes. The most based President on the face of the Earth has done it again. Aside from once again controlling the media narrative for an entire week, Donald Trump has cracked open the toughest nut in politics- immigration. As you will see, pro-immigrant liberals around the world have walked into a trap, from which there is only one escape.

The liberals claim that Mr. Trump upholds white supremacy by pointing out that Norway has high living and education standards. In a strange omission, I have not seen any leftists leaping into the fray to claim that Norway is a Nordic model quasi-socialist country and therefore good; surely an administrative error to be rectified post-haste.

In fact we are told that shithole countries are the best. They are the most vibrant in culture. In fact, I am reliably informed from our allies on the left that the people and places that Donald Trump denounced are in many ways better than America.

Yes! Thank you once again, the peerless Dan Arel for making a poor water supply under a Democrat administration in Michigan the equivalent of living under a military junta. The general liberal wailing is well reported elsewhere, so let's skip the tears and dig right into the bones of this none-troversy. That's a controversy, but it's based on nothing. Wordplay, my friends. That is gold star writing talent, right there.

“Certain Washington politicians choose to fight for foreign countries, but President Trump will always fight for the American people,” White House spokesman Raj Shah said in a statement. “Like other nations that have merit-based immigration, President Trump is fighting for permanent solutions that make our country stronger by welcoming those who can contribute to our society, grow our economy and assimilate into our great nation.”

That's the quite reasonable view of the Trump administration. Of course to the liberals, it is a racist position to only want immigrants who will be of benefit to your country. As we shall discover, the real racist position is not held by President Trump. Those who value black-skinned immigrants for their melanin content over any immigrant for their skill-set express a disturbing level of racism that cannot be ignored. We will come back to these degenerates later.

First, let's hear from the enlightened continent of Africa.

“The African Union Commission is frankly alarmed at statements by the president of the United States when referring to migrants of African countries and others in such contemptuous terms,” said Ebba Kalondo, the spokeswoman for the African Union. “Considering the historical reality of how many Africans arrived in the U.S. during the Atlantic slave trade, this flies in the face of all accepted behavior and practice.”

BOOM! There it is. You can't say that there are shithole country's in Africa because two centuries ago under half a million slaves were taken to North America. This is logic so flawless and pure I know a trader in Amsterdam who is willing to barter blood diamonds for it. Ms. Kalondo, let us be real. The historical reality is that despite the best efforts of colonialism, much of Africa remains barbarous. I do not use this word lightly. I am left few other words to describe how elderly ladies in Kenya are routinely raped, or the cannibal warlords of Liberia. You can't blame these things on the words of Mr. Trump.

The average IQ in Kenya is 80. The average IQ of a Liberian is 67.

Here's a South African TV presenter weighing in.

Good morning from the greatest most beautiful “shithole country” in the world!!!

— Leanne Manas (@LeanneManas) January 12, 2018

Yes, you're reading this right. The people of South Africa, where Boer farmers are undergoing a literal genocide to the musical score of shocking silence from world leaders, is not a shithole country.

Isn't it just amazing? On the one hand, communists like Dan Arel will call the United States of America a shithole (average IQ: 98) and on the other, he and African leaders will ignore exactly what is being critiqued. Oh, I guess it's fine to criticize America, because of slavery 200 years ago. It's racist to point out that Liberians are literally eating each other and Black South Africans are massacring the Whites right now.

The bizarre overstretch of leftist ideology has now made it possible to be bigoted against reality itself. No matter the crimes being committed, so long as the perpetrators are non-white, it is impossible to denounce them if you are a white person. That's racist and colonialist or... just whatever. Oh God, when we will be free of this utter twaddle?

If you are a developing nation that is riddled with AIDS, witchcraft, homophobic murders and warlords- you are a shithole. Sorry. No matter how much liberals in the West will deny it, it's the truth. Now, you can either recognize a harsh criticism for the truth that it is and work to fix it- or blame Whitey for being mean.

Here's Bill Kristol, who is always good value for money.

Two weeks ago a 26-year old soldier raced repeatedly into a burning Bronx apartment building, saving four people before he died in the flames. His name was Pvt. Emmanuel Mensah and he immigrated from Ghana, a country Donald Trump apparently thinks produces very subpar immigrants.

— Bill Kristol (@BillKristol) January 12, 2018

Bill values Pvt. Mensah not for his heroism -which we all honor and recognize- but his blackness. He has found a black migrant who did something selfless and heroic, and therefore all critique of shithole countries is deflected. His patriarchal white savior attitude stinks.

Nobody says that black people cannot succeed, except the leftists- who demand more handouts, more welfare. Fewer cops on the streets of Chicago. More lenient sentencing. The thing is, fools like Kristol laud the heroic actions of token blacks like Pvt. Mensah on one hand, and then deny people from the same background their agency. The poor black people whether immigrant or born-American cannot help themselves.

Yet, that is what Pvt. Mensah did when he enlisted. He decided to change his life for the better and gave his life in service of his fellow man- an example to all of us. He took responsibility for his own life and the life of those around him and sacrificed himself to save others from imminent death. The leftists rail against minorities who serve the state. The leftists would have Pvt. Mensah rotting on welfare instead.

Demographically speaking, Pvt. Mensah is anomalous. When the rumored Shithole Country remark was allegedly made, the conversation was about comparative demographics. Here is a question to all well-meaning liberals who have clutched their pearls and gasped about the racist in the White House. You have a choice to send your child to a school in Norway, or Haiti. Where do you send them?

That is what we are talking about here. Norway is a wealthy country that produces highly educated people. The idea of encouraging immigration from Norway (average IQ: 100) is to acquire these skilled people for America. It's not a difficult concept to get your heads around unless you are a leftist ideologue, who despite all evidence to the contrary considers all people completely interchangeable. In this mindset, it doesn't matter if you are a Wahhabist cleric with multiple wives or a chemical engineer from Dortmund. Nothing is changed about American society, regardless of who is allowed into the nation.

This sophomoric and myopic view is at the root of the seismic social and demographic problems afflicting Europe today. Cultural equivalency is a myth, and only a fool believes it. Western civilization is the preeminent force for the genuine progress of humanity on planet Earth, and it must be defended from such fools who would destroy it for the sake of their liberal guilt.

Finally, if we accept the argument that there are no shithole countries- or that it is America which is the shithole- then there is no reason for people to leave those countries. Moreover, there is no reason for migrants already in the United States to refuse to return home. I'm willing to accept the liberal argument in that case, the USA is terrible- much worse than South Africa, in fact. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

If Haiti, Liberia, and Venezuela are not shitholes, please feel free to unburden the American taxpayer of the responsibility of supporting you. Help the poor and needy American people to raise their nation out of the shithole it is in, and return home to your paradise land of origin. I'm sure you can crowdfund the ticket if you need to.

If you aren't from a shithole country; feel free to go home if it means that much to you. Nobody is stopping you from returning home. Consider this also. If you disagree with President Trump but are in the West fleeing a dictator, or poverty, or hardship; ask yourself; who is the bigot? Is the nation that took you in bigoted against you for criticizing the hell-hole you fled? Or is it you, for standing up for your shithole homeland despite all the evils in it?

Maybe you do come from a shithole country after all.

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