"Being poor is a choice, you can get out of it if you work hard."
I live with 4 people, one of which is a child. I work a full time job. So does another. And the third works two part times.
We have no heating. Our electric keeps getting shut off. We didn't have anything AT ALL to drink for 3 days.
You REALLY fucking think we choose to live like this? You think I want to fucking FREEZE right now as I type? FUCK all the out of touch lucky people saying this shit.
Is it possible to get out of a poor family? Yes. But the majority of the time your area of living is what predicts your wealth.
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Listen y’all I just. I jsut *clenches fists* I love Pokemon so much,
It’s just a fun game with little critters!! You can name them! And form bonds with them! And battle with them!! And you can witness a story unfold! And travel throughout so many fun and distinct regions, each with their own history! And make friends and enemies alike! And it’s a game that can be played differently by anyone! You can strategize and take on hard challenges! You can play silly minigames! You can be a completionist and fill the entire Pokedex! It caters to everyone! And the mainline games are only the tip of the iceberg! There’s so much to do! It’s so fun! It has brought the world together!! I LOVE YOU POKEMON!!!
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I want to make a longer post about this someday but: I think Arya's TWOW arc is going to include her coming to terms with her identity as a Lady. This has been an ongoing conflict with her since her first chapter and I think her flowering in winds is going to mark a turning point. The theory of her having an apprenticeship with the courtesans holds a lot of weight and the idea of Arya going through puberty among a group of unconventional women she's fostered a positive relationship with is just too perfect. It would really have an impact on Arya reconciling her personal idea of what a Lady should be. There's also a lot that she could learn from them in terms of courtesies, communication, appearances, body-language, etc. that would elevate her current skill-set and ways her relationship with them could push the plot.
Not to mention she will undoubtedly reclaim her identity as Arya Stark, and her being a Lady is inseparable from that. Arya Stark is a Lady Stark and being a Lady is a social position, not a measure of how well someone preforms feminine tasks. She shouldn't have to relinquish her position because she doesn't fit patriarchal standards. That's not to say that she's ever going to be the perfect example of a traditional Lady but what I think will happen is that she becomes capable of playing the part. She plays several identities throughout the series but she's always been Arya underneath, so I think it's appropriate that she learns to adopt a "persona" that's part of her. Her remembering Ned putting on his "Lord's face" (+ the various examples of other characters being separate from their ruling persona) makes me think that Arya will be donning her "Lady's face" when she makes a return to Westeros.
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Begging for more of Dead Hearts I love what you've posted so muuuuuuuch.
Thank you!! Since this one has been popular, I went back and tagged the snippets I've done for it, so you can find them more easily here.
Now enjoy young Hob experiencing character growth:
When Eleanor answers the door, Hob expects her to see the bruise on his cheek and laugh at him, or slam the door in his face, or any number of cruel things that Hob thinks he himself might have done if their situations were reversed. When he thinks about it later, he will realize that that was why he went to her at all. Because he had felt certain he deserved some salt in his wounds and he thought for sure that she would give it to him.
Instead, she merely leans against the doorframe and looks at him pityingly, “I take it the conversation with your friends didn’t go well?”
Hob laughed wetly, “I mean, we’re not friends anymore, so…”
At those words, Eleanor smiles. Not meanly, not even really happily. But it makes something warm spark in his chest. Like maybe he isn’t the irredeemable scum he thinks he is if she is willing to give him a smile, even one as small and sad as this one.
“Then there’s hope for you yet.” And then, to Hob’s surprise, she opens the door wider, nodding her head to invite him inside. He follows her meekly, standing in the entryway awkwardly while she rifles through her freezer.
“Come on then,” she gestures to the couch in her living room, pushing at his back when he moves too slowly for her liking. Once he is seated, she unceremoniously presses a bag of frozen blueberries against his face, “Hold this, it’ll make you feel better.”
Petulantly, Hob thinks that he doesn’t want to feel better, but he follows her orders regardless. She is being kind to him even after proving just how little he deserves it. For a few minutes, they sit in silence, Hob lost in his head and Eleanore patiently waiting for him to pull himself together.
To his horror, when he finally speaks, it is with a watery sniffle, “I’m a terrible person, aren’t I.”
Beside him, Eleanor shrugs, “Kind of.”
It's so quick and nonchalant that it startles a laugh out of him, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?” He had thought it was a yes or no question.
Sighing, Eleanor looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What I mean,” she explains firmly, “is that you’re 18-years-old and so far have done some terrible things. There’s nothing you can do about that. You’re just going to have to live with it.”
He can’t help but wince at her words. Because they’re true.
“But,” she continues, “you’ve still got your whole life ahead of you. So,” she looks at him pointedly, “What are you going to do now?”
He opens his mouth, and then closes it, looking down at his lap as he really considers her question. Up until now everything had been easy. Before Eleanor, no one had challenged him, had asked him to really think about his words and his actions, to consider that maybe his ‘jokes’ and ‘games’ weren’t actually fun. He’s been coasting through life. It would be impossibly easy to slip back into that. To go back to making other people feel awful instead of feeling awful himself.
He takes a deep breath. What is he going to do now?
“Better,” He decides. “I’m going to do better.”
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