#hensley

~Blaz Brooks, entry 18. A chit-chat~

I miss my family. I still see them every single weekend and we text all the time, but it isn’t the same. I have learned that training isn’t just about physical fitness, but mental too. And mentally, I am struggling. The longer I am away the more I think of my sister. Does Marin miss us? Does she miss me? Is she okay? It seems I will never find out. I’m just...losing hope, a little at a time. 

I did my best to hide my struggles, but Hensley cornered me while I was catching up on the news. 

“Brooks! What’s up with you kid? If you want to get to space you got to suck it up!”

“Ah, yes sir. I want to go to space, yes I do! As for the sucking it up...I am working on it, sir.” 

“Good, that’s what I like to hear!” He barked, then quieted a little. “Ah hell, we’re off the clock. I understand where you’re coming from. I struggled during training myself, although they really didn’t care back then.”

I was shocked. “You sir? You...pardon me, but you don’t strike me as the struggling type, sir.”

Hensley laughed. “Yeah, well, shit hit’s the fan sometimes Brooks. My girlfriend was doing an internship at the time, and I was in training...and she got gunned down by a hit and run. My mom was with her at the time, they were having lunch. Both died that day.”

“I...wow, I am so sorry, sir.”

“Yeah, plummed me up, real good Brooks. REAL GOOD. I wanted to quit and go after the buggers myself who did that. They just wanted to send a message to the owners of that bistro, and didn’t care who they hurt. But, my mentor of the time told me about it, locked my butt in the training room and told me to go ham. Yell, scream, shout, beat crap up. Whatever it took to finish, cause then I could take the plummers down properly, so they couldn’t hurt anyone else’s family. I hated him with my entire being for that...”

“And what happened sir?” 

“He was right. I passed my course, bid my time. Then I nailed their entire operation. It didn’t bring them back. It didn’t even realllly make me feel better at the time, but it felt good to get them off the streets. To this day, that’s my greatest accomplishment. But it never would have happened if I quit. Do you understand Brooks?”

Many states across the country typically host a “sales tax holiday,” which exempts certain items from sales tax, usually once a year. In Tennessee, the 3-day summer weekend exempted purchases of clothing ($100 or less per item), computers ($1,500 or less) and school and art supplies ($100 or less per item) in 2019. But a proposal to include feminine hygiene products during Tennessee’s sales tax holiday faces resistance from lawmakers – and I’m not making this up – concerned about the lack of a limit on those purchases.

(It’s true: Tennessee lawmakers have indeed figured out what women have been plotting for years. We have, in fact, been secretly hoping that the sales tax holiday would be extended to sanitary products solely to go on a shopping spree. It’s part of our plan to take over the world.)

The bill, H.B. 1921, was introduced in January by Rep. London Lamar (D-91), who is (gasp) a woman.

According to the state bill‘s fiscal note, Tennessee women spend about $120 per year each on feminine hygiene products (summary downloads as a PDF). At a 7% state sales tax, that works out to $8.40 per year. Some lawmakers believe that kind of incentive might send the 1,820,292 women in Tennessee between the ages of 15 and 55 on a tampon-buying spree.

One of the state senators most concerned about the sales tax holiday? Dr. Joey Hensley (R-28). 

According to the AP, Sen. Hensley said, while debating against the bill, “I would think since it’s a sales tax holiday, there’s really no limit on the number of items anybody can purchase.” He added, “I don’t know how you would limit the number of items someone could purchase.”

ok the first thought i had when you sent in this ask was underfell papyrus ngl. 

anyways here’s hensley, my boy.

he has a pet bunny and loves men.

( original post isnt mine https://urbanspellcraft.tumblr.com/post/169403914620/tothesolarium-daydreams-thatll-hopefully-be-a )

this is jimothys counterpart, Helensey. It likes small, shiny, black rocks, and trades them for long small piles of glitter off their back. otherwise it is much like jomothy in mannerisms and aloofness. It is most likely seen at dawn.