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for the bio siblings au: celine meeting mutt and immediately noticing how much she looks like rumi's dad?

Ohhhh that would be. Not good! Seeing as this is an au where Rumi was conceived during rape.

Might be a little like this:

Rumi knocks the glowing things out of Celine's hands before they can fully take shape. “Stop it!” she snaps at Celine, who is Rumi’s guardian, who is a Hunter, who looks so angry, the angriest the mutt has ever seen.

Celine is turning to her, oh no, turning the full brunt of her fury on Rumi—

And the anger dissolves into something else, something horrible, like terror, like abject pain.

Zoey’s hands squeeze the mutt’s shoulders; she hadn’t noticed them touching her at all.

Mira huffs. She’s planted herself directly in front of the mutt. “Let's try that again, huh? Kid, this is Celine, who is usually cooler than this. Celine, say ‘hi, kid who can barely squeeze a lemon without feeling bad about it’.”

Celine abruptly schools her expression into perfect neutrality. She’s looking directly at the mutt from behind Mira’s shoulder. Something in her intent focus is almost reminiscent of Rumi. Truly, this is the gaze of a hunter.

Rumi’s stance has softened. She doesn’t touch Celine, but she leans into her space, almost as if she’d like to. “I told you, remember?” she says, voice low. “She’s like me.”

“Yes, I hadn’t expected…” Celine does not finish the sentence. Instead, she shakes her head slightly and inclines it to the mutt in an almost-bow. “Hello, it’s good to meet you.”

The mutt swallows, the urge to run fighting with the urge to placate the Hunter fighting with the urge to duck herself closer behind Mira and all resulting in her doing nothing but shaking like the miserable, useless creature she is.

Zoey’s hands squeeze her shoulders again, comfortingly, pulling her back to her body.

Celine bends down to pick up her bag, finally looking away.

“Do you want to go back into the kitchen?” Zoey asks quietly. “You can stay in there as long as you want.”

The mutt shakes her head. If she went, she would never come back.

“You’re sure? I can go with you if that helps,” she adds.

But the mutt—the mutt looks over at Rumi, and Celine, and their intense gazes. She’s like me. Her voice shakes, but she still manages to force herself to speak. “I want to be brave.”

This, of course, makes Celine grimace.

“You’re doing great,” Zoey says, and she lets go of the mutt’s shoulders—the mutt resists the urge to lean after the loss—and slips around to walk beside her.

The silence on the way to the couch is deeply awkward. And when they sit down.

“I am sorry,” the mutt says, remembering.

Everyone looks at her.

“About your tupperware,” she clarifies for Celine. “I should not have stolen it.”

And despite how Rumi and Mira and Zoey had talked about how upset Celine would get over the good tupperware being gone—though only ever when they thought the mutt could not hear, which meant the consequences very much would impact the mutt—Celine does not get angry.

“It’s alright,” she says. She does not sound like she means much it, everything flat and hollow, but she says it. “The girls can get new ones.”

The mutt wishes that she would just be upset. It is easier than kindness, even real-kindness and not false-kindness, though she knows it would make Mira, Zoey, and Rumi sad if she said that. Even so, it can feel like waiting to be hit.

At least if Celine just hit her, she wouldn’t have to wait.

Unfortunately, Celine seems to have a preference for waiting.

Her voice had been so warm and alive, behind the door, when she was speaking to Rumi. And then she had seen the mutt, and became quiet and careful.

The mutt understands. When you’re dealing with an unknown threat, it is smart to wait and observe. But she is in no way a threat to Celine, and she knows how dangerous it is for her to be perceived that way. What she doesn’t know is how to fix it.

Mira catches her eye and wiggles her eyebrows. The mutt does her best to wiggle back.

“Orange slices, anyone?” Mira says in a perfect monotone.

“Yes, please!” Rumi and Zoey say almost in tandem, and then smile warmly at each other.

The mutt collects all these looks for morale and looks at Celine. “You—you have raised Rumi well,” she stumbles. “She’s—great.”

Rumi smothers a laugh with an orange slice. But Celine frowns.

“Thank you,” she says slowly. “She is.”

Rumi chokes the orange down and fans herself. “Oh, go on.”

Celine eyes her sidelong. “With an ego to match, I’m sure.”

“I do nothing by half measures,” Rumi agrees.

“Mm,” says Celine, and is silent again.

Mira turns to Celine. “How about you ask her a question?” she says bluntly.

Celine obligingly turns to look at the mutt, and the mutt does her very best to meet her eyes. She manages only a glance. There’s something unfocused in Celine’s gaze. “How are you finding your room?”

“Good,” the mutt forces herself to say. “It’s—it’s very good.”

“Hm,” says Celine.

The mutt wants to wipe her sweaty palms on her nice new linen pants, but she resists.

“She’s been into linear algebra lately,” Mira says pointedly. “She thinks eigen decomposition is elegant.”

“I see,” says Celine.

The mutt has something stuck in her throat, she’s pretty sure, although she hasn’t touched the orange slices.

Rumi slaps her thighs. “Okay! Celine, I have a sponsorship proposal I wanted to run by you. Could you join me in the office for a moment?”

It takes everything Rumi has in her not to immediately snap at Celine and ask her what the hell she’s thinking once the door is shut behind them.

She takes a deep breath through her nose, grabbing her temper tight. “I don’t know what your issue is, but you better work it out before we get back in there.”

Celine doesn’t say anything.

Rumi doesn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t that.

She turns around.

Celine is still standing at the door.

Rumi presses a hand against her temple, tired. “Look, I—I know I’ve done a lot of things that weren’t necessarily what you’ve wanted, but—“

“What?”

“She’s just a kid,” she finishes, nonetheless. “Whatever it is, don’t take it out on her.”

Celine looks—stricken, for some reason, at this remark. “Rumi-ya, I—I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I never meant—I promised—“

“To protect all that was left of my mother, I know.” Rumi’s only heard it a million times. “Is that all you care about?”

“No, I—“ Celine closes her eyes and leans back against the door. “Before that. Miyeong made me promise her that I would never hold the demon against you.”

And Rumi’s breath stops. Her anger falters.

The demon means her father, however rarely Celine has spoken of him. Rarely enough that Rumi’s never heard this before.

“And I know she isn’t guilty of…” Celine pushes the heels of her hands into her eyes. “She looks so much like him.“

“Guilty?” Rumi echoes, the lump in her throat a violent and living thing.

(She doesn’t remember when she first came to the quiet, sickening conclusion that her father had raped her mother. She does remember the moment—the exact moment, watching Jinu look at that little girl with her hand drawn card—when she’d let herself consider anything else.)

Celine opens her eyes. “I never once looked at you and saw anything other than someone your mother loved. I know she isn’t your father. I’ll get over it, I promise. I just need a minute.”

(The consideration turns to ash.)

“Oh,” Rumi says.

“I’m messing this up,” says the mutt, worrying at her cuticle with a thumb. “What should I do?”

“No, you’re not,” Mira grumbles, visibly annoyed. “Celine is.”

“You were cute as a button!” Zoey agrees, and takes her hand so that now the cuticle-worrying is a much greater logistical challenge.

“Are buttons very good at making a good first impression?”

Zoey giggles. “Well… Celine is notoriously hard to impress.”

“It’s not your fault,” Mira says firmly.

The mutt frowns. None of that sounds right. “You don’t need to lie,” she says.

Mira looks offended. “I don’t lie.”

“She’s a Hunter,” says the mutt. “I’m a demon.”

“Can I make it any more obvious?” says Zoey. “No, Mira’s right, though. Even if that was her problem, no way that’s your fault. She knows better by now.”

“I think she’s… scared of me,” says the mutt.

They both laugh.

The mutt slips her hand away and tucks it in her lap.

“Nooo, sweetie, I’m sorry,” Zoey scrambles. “It’s just, we know Celine. She doesn’t get scared like that.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s a block of granite brought to life,” says Mira.

The mutt stares at her lap. She trusts their judgement, so much more than her own. But she knows what fear looks like.

On the streets, in a situation like this, the best strategy was to run. But, maybe here there could be a better option. She had rarely had the opportunity to clarify her intentions. Well, except—except for the woman who had taken the containers. And now she’s gotten to apologize for that too.

For all the good that did. In order to explain herself, she needs to be able to explain stuff.

But maybe she can prove it.

Zoey says, “That would explain her abs.”

Mira snickers.

The mutt considers her plan. Her thumb starts to drift towards her cuticle again.

“We should do your nails sometime,” Mira says, passing her an orange segment, not casually at all.

Unfortunately, they took the peels off earlier, so all the fiddling that she could do with the orange would be messy. She takes it anyway.

“Ooh, yes!” Zoey agrees. She holds her hands out in front of her, examining her nails. “Since we’re on hiatus right now, glam won’t even yell at us for at-home mani-pedis; we could have a chill hangout here or we could make a whole thing of it.”

The mutt knows this is an attempt to distract her from thinking about Celine. She hides her smile behind the orange segment. Lucky that she came up with an idea already.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Mira adds. She gestures between herself and Zoey. “We might be beholden to makeup culture and shit, but you shouldn’t be.”

The mutt considers this, for a moment. Zoey had helped her clean and trim her nails once, on the same day she had taught her how to wash her hands properly (all while rambling about how being several centuries old did not mean that a demon couldn’t keep up with advances in hygiene).

It was nice, having someone hold her hands so gently.

“Maybe,” she says. She would need to know more about what ‘a whole thing of it’ means first.

Before she can explain that, she hears footsteps down the hall, and goes still. Now it is time for her to put her plan into action.

Rumi comes in first, and she looks at the mutt, and she is… devastated. It is such an expression that the mutt looks down at herself, half-expecting to see blood spreading across her warm new shirt.

But there is nothing. And now her timing is off.

It is only after Celine comes in to the room, and not before she enters, that the mutt manages to sink to the floor, kneeling properly.

“What the fuck,” Rumi breathes out, looking wild eyed. “Zoey?”

The mutt ignores them. She’s already been distracted enough. She needs to do this correctly.

She looks only at Celine. “You can hit me, if you want,” she tells her, quiet and clear. “Or cut me with your—those big knives. I’m not gonna bite you, or, or anything.”

“No, no no no no—” Rumi chokes out, and starts to step in front of the mutt, and the mutt wants to wave her away, wants to tell her that if Celine could only cut her a little and feel reassured it would be so worth it—

But—rather than summon her knives, or look reassured, Celine drops to her knees in the mutt’s mirror image, and lets out a long, broken keen that reverberates jarringly through the Honmoon so far off-tune it hurts. She puts her face in her hands. The Honmoon pounds through the mutt’s head to the rhythm of her sobs.

She’d braced for pain. But this is worse.

Rumi stutters between them in two aborted movements. Then she bends down to press a hard kiss to the top of the mutt’s head and whirls around to wrap herself around Celine.

Celine doesn’t hug her back; the tips of her fingers are white where they clutch at her head. She’s quieter now, but her body is still shaking with her sobs, and the Honmoon is still knocking through the mutt like a nauseating drum.

She thought she’d understood. Celine had clearly wanted to hurt her when she’d first seen her. Had been clearly afraid and unsettled after that. She’d thought—if she made the offer in good faith, to show she is harmless, that she means no harm—

But Celine is hurting. Celine is hurt, maybe, in a way the mutt doesn’t in fact understand.

“Kid,” Mira is saying. “Kid, no—no one gets to—no.”

And the mutt does not know when she came close, but she does know that she cannot move, not when Rumi is holding Celine and Celine is crying and the Honmoon is shaking and—

Rumi buries her face in Celine’s hair, her voice low and hurried. “I’m okay, we’re okay, nothing’s going to happen, it’s not you, we re okay, it’s not you, nothing’s going to happen, I swear.”

“Rumi?” Zoey says, her voice high and thin as she breaks the stream of Rumi’s words. “Rumi, what do you mean?”

Rumi doesn’t move, just keeps holding Celine, and they are both shaking now, the mutt thinks.

“I can’t,” Celine whispers. The Honmoon screams an echo.

The mutt winces as it hits her, rattling her ribs, and Celine judders towards her, her tear-streaked face such a ragged mess that the mutt almost wants to flinch back at the sight of it.

But she does not, and Celine grabs her face with ungentle hands and rapidly pats her way down the mutt’s shoulders in search of injury before collapsing again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I tried to keep my promises, I did, I swear.”

The mutt sits, stiff and confused, as this woman of stone crumbles into her. She does not know what to do, and it is terrifying.

But Rumi follows, her voice breaking, the Honmoon stinging like tears on the mutt’s cheeks. “You did.”

Mira’s hands are on the mutt’s shoulders—still, again, she doesn’t know, but they are rigid and stiff and the mutt feels like she is disappearing between them, an unthing.

And Rumi looks at Mira and Mira looks at Rumi and Celine holds tight and the mutt says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I only wanted, I wanted to say that I am not going to bite.”

But no one hears. Mira says, “Rumi, what did you do?”

And Rumi says, “I’m okay.”

And the Honmoon pounds.

#bio sibling au

My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”

hoonkus-deactivated20230701

She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.

Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.

Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).

You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.

deliciouspaintthinner

Girl: *calls for aid*

Every single dad packed into the car:

i-like-to-think-that-im-cool

This is possibly my favorite response to this post

This girls father: Thanks for helping my daughter out guys

Your husband and all his coworkers:

brightlotusmoon

I know there's some number of nonbinary people who aren't comfortable identifying as trans in a good faith way (not as a crypto-twerf thing). earlier in my life, I felt like I wasn't "trans enough" to claim it, for example. I know some newly out nonbinary people irl who are sort of grappling with those feelings.

but, if this is you, please hear me: this feeling is internalized transphobia. it's understandable, but you need to work through it. you are trans.

there are not "levels" to being trans.

there are material circumstances that can impact how transphobia impacts you. the more things you choose to do with your life that are prohibited according to assignment, the more you will experience transphobia, because transphobia is assignment enforcement. so yes, trans people who encounter these structural modes of enforcement are experiencing transphobia that those who are not encountering these structures are not.

(for example, I have not changed my name or gender marker legally. this means I have not experienced the specific mechanism of assignment enforcement that exists to restrict legal sexgender re-categorization. I have changed my sexed traits medically (hormones and surgery) so I have experienced the specific mechanism of assignment enforcement that exists to restrict bodily autonomy over sexed characteristics. these are structures, right?)

but we are all trans. avoiding these structures to avoid dealing with the transphobia inherent to navigating them is also experiencing the impact of this enforcement. whether you decide to go up against any specific enforcement structures or not, you are still trans. you are still experiencing living in a world that enforces assignment and punishes people for disobedience to it. you are still being impacted by this restriction on your autonomy, whether you openly fight any particular aspect of this restriction or not.

at a time when people are constantly promoting the idea that

nonbinary people "don't transition,"

nonbinary can mean being "detrans" or cisgender,

nonbinary people are "neither trans or cis" or "less trans" than other trans people,

nonbinary people are always assigned female at birth and transfems can't be nonbinary

we need to all understand this is an effort to insist that:

nonbinary people are somehow inherently, categorically different from other trans people,

that we do not have shared material interests or life experiences navigating the same structures of assignment enforcement, and

that TME nonbinary people should not work together with transfeminized people--nonbinary or not--for shared liberation.

this is some divide-and-conquer shit. we cannot allow this idea to flourish. it is dangerous.

nonbinary people are trans. materially. categorically. we are trans and our liberation is trans liberation.

ellewantsrevenge

as a non-binary person i don't disagree with this but it also doesn't address any of the reasons that i don't personally claim that label

i feel it makes me an arbitrator of knowledge and experience that i do not have and will detract from speaking on

asking in good faith, is someone able to reconcile that for me or am i accurate in that line of thinking?

I understand and empathize with your concern, sincerely.

here is what I think: no trans person is an arbiter. every trans person can only speak to their own life experience and accumulated knowledge.

some trans people spend a lot of time and effort collecting information about many trans people’s experiences (through talking to a lot of people, doing surveys and studies, etc). some trans people spend a lot of time and effort applying and modifying theoretical frameworks about oppression to form coherent analysis around trends in experience. these people can speak to the knowledge and understandings that they have about transness broadly, and can cite their sources and explain their influences that led them to these conclusions.

any legitimacy someone holds when talking about transness is not an innate quality derived from their identity; it is an earned, living, relational trust.

you can speak on your own experiences and whatever knowledge and understanding you have gained from engagement with these things. same as any trans person.

you might not know a lot yet, so you might not have much knowledge to offer in these situations besides anecdotes from your own life right now. that’s fine and is the case for many trans people.

in my opinion, as long as you are humble and honest about the limits of your own knowledge about transness when you speak on it, then you are responsibly wielding that label and not detracting from anyone else's experiences.

also there are trans people who are irresponsible with this all the time & claim anecdotes from their own life is in-and-of-itself proof of some universal truth about what it means to be trans. they're still trans. trans people grift and let themselves be tokenized sometimes. transness does not imply knowledge, authority, or investment in trans liberation in and of itself.

trans people are just people. there is no test. saying you're trans is just an honest report that you are not living your life within relational/medical/legal bounds of the sexgender assigned to you.

I think it's wonderful that you feel responsibility to treat discussion about being trans with gravity. it is genuinely a very good thing to move with respect for how these discussions impact other people's lives.

you do not need to deny yourself language to maintain this respect. in fact, your ability to advocate for trans people more broadly may strengthen when you claim your stake in the struggle directly.

you're already in this with the rest of us. <3

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but, if this is you, please hear me: this feeling is internalized transphobia. it's understandable, but you need to work through it. you are trans.

there are not "levels" to being trans.

at a time when people are constantly promoting the idea that

nonbinary people "don't transition,"

nonbinary can mean being "detrans" or cisgender,

nonbinary people are "neither trans or cis" or "less trans" than other trans people,

nonbinary people are always assigned female at birth and transfems can't be nonbinary

we need to all understand this is an effort to insist that:

nonbinary people are somehow inherently, categorically different from other trans people,

that we do not have shared material interests or life experiences navigating the same structures of assignment enforcement, and

that TME nonbinary people should not work together with transfeminized people--nonbinary or not--for shared liberation.

this is some divide-and-conquer shit. we cannot allow this idea to flourish. it is dangerous.

nonbinary people are trans. materially. categorically. we are trans and our liberation is trans liberation.

ellewantsrevenge

as a non-binary person i don't disagree with this but it also doesn't address any of the reasons that i don't personally claim that label

i feel it makes me an arbitrator of knowledge and experience that i do not have and will detract from speaking on

asking in good faith, is someone able to reconcile that for me or am i accurate in that line of thinking?

#legit have a coworker who is a renowned fly fisherman for whom this happens to weirdly often #his last two girlfriends he met through this transaction

I understand and empathize with your concern, sincerely.

here is what I think: no trans person is an arbiter. every trans person can only speak to their own life experience and accumulated knowledge.

any legitimacy someone holds when talking about transness is not an innate quality derived from their identity; it is an earned, living, relational trust.

you can speak on your own experiences and whatever knowledge and understanding you have gained from engagement with these things. same as any trans person.

you might not know a lot yet, so you might not have much knowledge to offer in these situations besides anecdotes from your own life right now. that’s fine and is the case for many trans people.

trans people are just people. there is no test. saying you're trans is just an honest report that you are not living your life within relational/medical/legal bounds of the sexgender assigned to you.

you do not need to deny yourself language to maintain this respect. in fact, your ability to advocate for trans people more broadly may strengthen when you claim your stake in the struggle directly.

you're already in this with the rest of us. <3

questfortori

Nintendo Power issue 113 (October 1998)

questfortori

To everyone saying it’s not real:

bogleech

This post is how I've learned that the sexual meaning of "spit roast" has now become more well known than the literal meaning of roasting something on a spit, and the slangy way of using it to describe an ass kicking or a humiliating defeat is completely forgotten

wizard-laundry

The KIDS act (which contains KOSA) passed the US house, so I would recommend calling your senators and telling them to vote in opposition. I don't think I need to stress the importance of being able to use the internet freely and without privacy barriers being breached.

There are many scripts online you can follow, many ways to tweak your message to fit your senator (ESPECIALLY if they are up for reelection this year). Whether it's a recording you reach or a real person, be straightforward, don't argue, just let your rep know that you are a constituent and you oppose the KIDS act, etc.

Here is where you can search for your senator... call, email, fax, bring them physical letters, show up in person to their offices if you are able.

animentality

hypokeimena

@skimble-shanks-the-railway-cat

noodlejaq

Thinking of Celine who grows older by the years, grey hairs are more prominent and gets slower. Rumi who had known Celine to be strong and quick. Not to mention being the solo hunter after Miyeong and thirdlight are gone, the most feared hunter to the demons.

Celine's body who had to take so many injuries to fight demons. Making sure the company is strong for Rumi and her girls to be comfortable being an idol. Pushing herself to the limit ever since Rumi was a wailing baby.

Post movie and it took her entire strength to be brave and call Rumi. Her calls and voicemails get ignored, but doesnt mean she'll give up. However, time passes quickly (months to nearly a year) and in a blink of an eye, Celine has started to use a cane bcs her personal assistant was insistent when she saw how Celine looks close to falling during a meeting. Still to this day, her calls get ignored. She wants to make amends for failing her daughter ward before it's too late.

Mira was the one who reached out first. Though it took time to think things through, Mira knows where Celine is coming from. When Mira visits Celine in the company office, she sees how.. old... Celine is. Celine was surprised seeing her but she's not going to complain. They talked awkwardly at first before they both become comfortable. When Celine gets up, Mira is shocked to see her using a cane. When prompted, Celine sighs tiredly and mentioning she's getting old. Her body isnt what it used to be. Quietly, she mentions she doesnt know how long she has left.

Mira promises Celine she'll try to get Rumi to talk to her. She'll drag Zoey in it too. Bcs both Celine and Rumi shouldnt leave anything unresolved. Mira knows Rumi will blame herself for ignoring Celine's attempt.

noodlejaq

[tags by @frozenwolftemplar]

Mmmmm tasty,, Rumi who is so stubborn, refusing to listen to Mira who is telling a cold, hard truth. Slipping on the mask she wore back when she was still hiding her patterns. Mira has a lot of work to do and this time, she's not going to let Rumi off so easily this time. At least she got Zoey.

#omggg I love every bit of this beautiful heartbreaking plot #celine and rumi

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dingdongyouarewrong

i'm getting the sense some of you are not actually forklift certified.

dingdongyouarewrong

well damn . egg on my face

dingdongyouarewrong

THE PLOT THICKENS @averagejoey2000 explain yourself

I can't believe this is how I'm finding out that I got a scam forklift cert.

I took the cargo ops class at school but my teacher explained that it doesn't give a certification and I'd only be okay for ship's crane and the school forklifts. she said I could take an online exam and get my cert. I paid 60 bucks.

I'm googling and I'm seeing a lot of resources saying that the online programs cover the classroom part of the exam but not the in person practical aspect.

29 CFR 1910.178 (l)(2)(ii)

but I did the in person practical shit at school.

the back of the card even had fancy numbers on it. I couldn't have known that this isn't the one. this website sounded more official than certifyme.net, and there wasn't one with a .gov address.

so, I emailed OSHA, and they said that so long as I live and work in California, there's no such thing as forklift certification. I have to be told how to do it every time I get the job.