#wakeup call

Lucifer, crawling on to the bed and kissing Adams cheek: Adam... Baby, it's time to get up~

Adam: mmmmmnoooo...*hides face in pillow*

Lucifer: *pets his wings* I have some coffee and pancakes for you, come on, we got a big day songbird... You gotta get up~

When Adam is waking up Lucifer

Lucifer: *sleeping soundly*

Adam, kicking open the bedroom door: GET UP DUCK LORD! WE ARE LATE AND YOU GOTTA MAKE ME BREAKFAST!

Yeah, Tumblr is really starting to regress to that same point now. It might be even worse now, due to the absolutely violent lack of decorum and decency this recent infestation of whiny, unhinged liberal fucknuts have for anyone who dared to vote third party instead of an establishment Zionist who has practically the exact same platform as Trump, and may or may not have even proven that the Democrats have observably failed to convince the American people that they have any convincing plan worth a damn other than the extremely vague, uncertain, fearmongering suggestion that they might be less oppressive than Trump. Keyword being might.

It's just fucking weird and disturbing that these liberals are calling for literal death threats towards anyone who didn't vote for Harris, I shit you not. I'm getting a very strong feeling that this all might be a highly elaborate Zionist psyop, because you know which exact voter demographic Kamala Harris ended up alienating the most?

Muslim Americans.

Just look at any fucking interview with any American citizen of the Muslim faith, many of these people who actually come from Palestine themselves, and how personally they express that they don't feel represented sufficiently enough by either the Republicans or the Democrats, that they only felt heard by third-party candidates such as Jill Stein, who actually had their best interests in mind instead of exploiting them for their vote just so they can continue to be ignored and oppressed in this already godforsaken country. Look at any of those and then TRY to tell them to their faces that they're somehow terrible people for not voting for the politicians who very clearly do not give a single, solitary fuck about them. I fucking dare you.

On that note, does anyone else find it absolutely sad and pathetic that these dumbfuck liberals honestly believe that things would've been even slightly better under Harris than under Trump? Did they not witness the absolute incompetence of the Democrats as they didn't do a goddamn thing to stop the Republicans from getting more of what they wanted under Biden than they ever did under Trump? What in the actual ass makes you idiots think Harris would have done any better? Because she's not a bumbling geezer like Biden? No, her policies are literally the same as Biden's, as the rest of the inherently inept, castrated state of the Democratic Party. She wouldn't have done jackshit, she'd just quietly allow those ruthlessly bigoted Republicans to continue getting what they want and wouldn't do a damn thing to stop them. You're a fucking idiot if you genuinely believe otherwise.

I am not kidding or exaggerating in the slightest when I say that I have heard exponentially more informed, balanced, rational, and most importantly, properly researched takes on this current election on motherfucking LeftTok than I ever heard from any of these insufferably whiny, disturbingly vicious Tumblr liberals. For as much as Tumblr loves to constantly dunk on TikTok for being Gen Z/Alpha brainrot, they sure aren't doing anything to prove that they're actually better at any of the legitimate research and thought that goes into LeftTok's political coverage. Congratulations, Tumblr liberals, you're the new boomers. And you have exactly the same violent disdain for anyone who believes differently from you to match.

Whatever the outcome of the election, I'm not any more worried than I reasonably have to be. Innocent people in marginalized groups are going to suffer tremendously no matter who wins the election, because they already face systemic oppression in this godforsaken country on a regular basis to begin with, no matter how much help they receive to improve their situation. Neither party gives a fuck about them, the Democrats just lie about caring about them, like they always have. Malcolm X was right; Republicans are wolves, and Democrats are foxes. The point is, we can't rely on anyone in this neoliberal late-stage capitalist establishment to actually do anything to improve any of the problems we face. It's been made abundantly clear over the last several years that our "representatives" don't actually represent us. We can only rely on ourselves to represent ourselves. That means putting actual pressure on the oligarchs in power, force them to meet our demands one way or another, by any and all means necessary.

As much as I've recently shat on the repulsive liberal cowardice and naivete of Charles Xavier, there is one quote of his that exhibits far greater character, nobility, and pragmatism than any of these fucking Tumblr liberals could ever hope to even think of:

"Those with the greatest power... protect those without."

That's exactly what I'm going to do. Real political action does not begin and end at the ballot, and election results, subsequently, do not automatically determine the fate of the country and the people within it. That is up to us, and only us. We, collectively, have far more power than we realize.

Donate. Volunteer. Organize. Protest. Strike. Hell, maybe even riot, if you have absolutely no other choice. But don't think for even a microsecond that viciously attacking people out of pure emotional incontinence without any further elaboration or action is going to do jack-fucking-shit.

“Like what?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Benny,” He laughs. Despite himself, Benjamin laughs along with him. That was just something about Oliver. No matter how hard he tried, Benjamin could never resist the way he made him feel.

Happy. Safe, even. Like he always going to be there for Benjamin, even if the million fears racing through Benjamin’s mind constantly yelled at him otherwise.

They’re walking down the street, headed towards Quinn’s house- or, cult house. Ex-cult house? It doesn’t matter. They’re going to meet up with Quinn and Jasper, and were talking on the way there.

Oliver was in the middle of talking about something. Something Benjamin was barely hanging onto, maybe something about Lumbersweats.

Benjamin was distracted. He had noticed how expressive Oliver was halfway through his ramble, and now all he can do is watch Oliver.

He tries to listen to what Oliver says, but his focus slips. Oliver speaks with his hands, when he isn’t fidgeting with them. Waves them around wildly to emphasize his points and express his energy. He smiled a lot, too. Especially when he’s excited like this. The smile is wide and unhidden and warm. Sometimes he’ll say a burst of words so fast it doesn’t make sense, and have to go back and reiterate each one.

It’s getting late into the day, and sometimes wind will blow past them, ruffling through Benny’s hair and moving through Oliver’s jacket. It almost highlighted his friend against beautiful sunset clouds, painting him perfectly with the golden light all around them.

It’s perfect, Benjamin thinks. This is perfect. Oliver snaps him out of his trance when he catches Benny’s eye and asks why he’s looking at him like that. At first, Benjamin doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Then, he rightens his head from its tilted position and feels his vague smile fall with his expression.

“I was just...so enthralled with what you were saying,” Benjamin fibs.

Oliver gives him a disbelieving look, “Cool, so you didn’t catch any of it?”

Benjamin shakes his head, “Not a word. Sorry. Was it about the weather?”

“Wh- no. Why would it be about the weather?” Oliver asks.

Benjamin shrugs, “I’m having a vague sense of déjà vu.”

“From what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing important.”

Oliver laughs, loud, like a firework and a waterfall. “Wow! We’re cosmically bound by the universe but I can’t know what you’re thinking about?”

He’s joking, and Benjamin safely knows he is. He’s staring at Benny, his smile is wide, his face open and waiting for Benjamin to return his quip. His eyes shine. He stares at Benjamin like he is the entire world.

For once, he feels like maybe, just maybe, he deserves it.

“Well, cosmically bound is such a dramatic way to put it,” Benny says, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, bold words from ‘You ready, Oliver?’”

Benjamin laughs. He likes to think it sounds like a song of sorts.

Oliver’s hand is swinging by his side now, constantly switching between being brought up to fidget with and being dropped down for a second. Oliver fidgets by bringing his hands together, before he untangles them as he replies to Benjamin.

Before he can bring up his hand up again, Benjamin grabs it. He isn’t exactly sure why, but is even a little surprised when Oliver immediately laces their fingers together. Like he was waiting.

Oliver continues on with his ramble, and this time Benjamin listens. (It was about Lumbersweats, by the way. Called it.)

The only time he gets vaguely distracted is when he feels his mouth begin to curl up slightly in a smile.

DC Trinity wakeup calls

A client, whom I worked with extensively three years ago, returned today. We'd been sitting together for nearly five minutes before he recognized me and was kind enough to tell me so, complimenting my visual fitness and weight loss. I told him it wasn't lost, as I had no intention of finding it again, and we shared a laugh.

I don't look like my old me. I'm still trying to figure out how to feel it.