I have no soul, I have no name

My muse is injured and your muse decides to help them. Send “How did you end up like this?” for your muse to question my muse on their injury.

“"You think I will be like your stepmother?” She had witnessed what the woman was like and she wasn’t anything like Virginia. “"Do you not know me at all?” Tears started to well up, “"Please excuse me.” Rising from her seat, she picked up the hem of her skirt and started to leave the room.

“Do you not think that they will piece that together and know that I am speaking about you?” He wasn’t sure that people would catch onto that cryptic tale. “Will they not think me insane?” There wasn’t anything worse than someone thinking he was crazy.

Elpis shrugged. “Only making sure neither one of us is alone,” he said, meaning himself and Raven. “Some of the other guardsmen haven’t exactly been the right sort of welcoming, and their aggravations towards me are getting more frequent.”

Darren’s expression turned grim. “Yeah, I heard what happened. Couple drunkards boasting in the barracks that night. How’re you healing up?”

“I’m all right, Darren. No need to worry about it.”

Darren arched a brow and turned to Raven again, jerking his thumb toward Blue. “You’d tell me if he was lying, right?”

Already, she seemed to relax around this new man. He had gently eyes, and a warm smile; the sort that made you feel like you were talking to a distant relative or someone else that you knew you could trust. 

“Of course,” Raven replied, bowing her head just slightly as she did. “If there were any real problems, I’m sure you would know before me anyway.”

Darren’s grin widened, that was a fairly accurate statement after all. He once again turned his attention to Raven. “Daisy and Delphine have told me a bit about you, Miss. They seem to have taken a liking to you.”

Your favorite character ain’t the fandom’s favorite character? Fuck ‘em.

Your ship is the rarepair or the one people think is icky? Fuck ‘em.

You like the tropes and meta and character analysis that make other people roll their eyes? Fuck ‘em.

Engage with fandom in the ways that make you happy and comfortable and fulfilled and fuck everybody else. Like the things you like because you like them, because not everybody else is gonna love them the way you do.

these kids were made to wear a recognizable Fluro green t-shirts on the day the photos were taken so that A. the photographer could avoid them and B. if they accidentally ended up in a photo then that photo could be deleted

Let me explain.

I have two half siblings who are not Jewish, and who are about ten years older than I am. Throughout my childhood, my mother in particular was very inconsistent about referring to them as her children or as my siblings--it largely depended on her mood and whether she was fighting with my dad at the time (they were alternately "your half-siblings" or "your father's spawn").

This struck Young Me as very unfair (and frankly just mean) and I responded by referring to my brother and my sister only as My Siblings and correcting anyone who tried to call them Half Siblings, or who referred to me as an Only Child. If asked, I was the youngest child, and in no way an only child, and my siblings were whole, entire people.

Enter Ta'anit B'khorot, the Fast of the Firstborn. This is a custom in which firstborn children fast on the eve of Passover to commemorate not being killed by the tenth plague. That is to say, it is not customary for people who are not the firstborn to fast on erev Pesach.

Now, I spent most of my childhood in my Jewish grandparents' home. My mother generally left very early in the morning and came back late at night, often after I was asleep. So before the Seder, both my grandparents (each of them a firstborn child) and I would be home and all of us would be fasting together. Literally until this evening, I was under the distinct impression we were fasting because it was something that everyone did all day before the Seder. Because it was mandatory. For everyone.

And today I find out that it's not and it's because OF COURSE my wack-ass family would have gone out of their way to obscure the fact that this fast is for FIRSTBORN CHILDREN ONLY!!!

Yes, according to Halachic law, a child who is a firstborn to their mother but not their father does qualify as someone who should fast on erev Pesach. But you try explaining this to an eleven year old who has decided to die on the hill of not being their mother's only child.

No wonder I always felt like I was the hungriest person at every Passover Seder??? Probably half of the other people there had just been eating all day as normal???