hey white people . if u dont know how to pronounce an ethnic persons name *google it* or if its someone ur talking directly to *ask them*. dont fucking do that "erm i dont know how to pronounce but __" or "im gonna butcher this haha" or "im not even gonna bother trying" . ur not funny. do u know what poc think when they hear u saying that ? u sound like a loser asshole and we dont want to spend time with u . im so fucking tired of watching youtube videos about media from my country and hearing those phrases. im tired of people saying that to my face . i respect someone who clearly looked it up and is tryong but says my name wrong over someone who just goes with whatever bad first guess they had without trying. u have too many resources at ur disposal to keep doing this. for the love of god just Fucking Try. if ur confused Just Try.
I highly recommend Forvo.com, the website where native speakers of a language contribute their time and voices to read words and names in their own language. It is a fantastic way to expand your world, open up your ears, and it's way more likely to nab a hit than just googling.
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We are at the penultimate chapter just one more to go!!
More creepy Henry, a bad man comes looking for Ellie, and Dr. Bob is now Dr. Scott Clarke. Ooops!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |
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Robin and Steve were out getting groceries for week and with Henry leaving tomorrow, with Eddie being back to the only one at the Hope House, they weren’t going to be gone long.
So Eddie was hanging out in the reception area with Chrissy tossing M&Ms at each other to see if they could get it in each other’s mouths, when the bell rang out overhead and in walked the most distinguished looking gentleman Eddie had ever seen.
Eddie immediately straightened up and attempted to look busy while Chrissy greeted him brightly.
“Hello!” she said. “Welcome to Hope House! How can I help you?”
The man smiled at her and instantly turned on the charm. “Hello, I’m Dr. Brenner and I’m looking for my adopted daughter, Jane Ives. She ran away from home and I’ve been checking hospitals and halfway houses hoping against hope I can find her alive.”
Chrissy’s smile turned sympathetic. “That’s just awful! But there is no one here by that name.”
“I have a picture, if that would help?” he asked gently, but Eddie bristled as Dr. Brenner worked a photo out of his wallet. “It’s a little worn, but hopefully it will jog your memory.”
Every alarm bell was going off in Eddie’s head at this guy. Maybe it was growing up with a car thief dad, doing his own drug dealing as a teenager, or six years in the joint but every instinct he ever honed was clamoring that something was wrong.
Chrissy took the picture from him and Eddie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. It was Ellie, soon to be Ellie Hopper.
This was the asshole who had tattooed the eleven on her wrist and took away her name.
“Sorry,” she was saying when Eddie’s brain came back on. “There is no one like that living here.”
Dr. Brenner nodded and then turned to Eddie. “But perhaps the young man has seen her?”
Eddie looked at him in wide-eyed confusion. “What? Who me? Nah! I was just struck my how much she looked like my cousin at that age. She’s graduating from high school next year, but damn if you hadn’t said that was a Jane Ives I would have for sure thought it was her.” He knocked on the counter. “I’ve got to get ready for work. I’ll catch you later, Christine.”
He turned on his heel and dashed up the stairs. He needed to call Hopper and now.
Dr. Brenner frowned at his retreating back before turning back to Chrissy, taking the picture back from her. “That really is a pity. Would it be all right if I leave you my card in case she does come through here?”
“Of course!” she said and took the card. “I’ll let you know if I have any information I can give you.”
His frown deepened but said nothing, as he turned and left the building.
Chrissy peered out the window and waited until the man had drove off before she dialed up to Eddie’s room, it rang once or twice before she saw Eddie thundering down the steps.
“What the fuck was that all about?” she hissed as he scampered up to her.
“I called Hopper!” he muttered. “I wanted to let him know someone had come sniffing around looking for Ellie.”
“Oh!” she said, her hand coming up to her mouth. “That’s great! I can give Hopper the card and he can track down this guy.”
“Arrest the asshole and throw away the key,” Eddie agreed.
A couple hours later, Hopper called in with the news that Dr. Brenner had been picked up and they were investigating him for child abuse. Hopper was sure they were going to throw the book at him, too.
It wasn’t until Eddie was eating dinner that night that it hit him. The Hope House’s policy of not giving out information to anyone who asked had really come in clutch. Because yeah, it might be a little annoying for people who weren’t trying to hurt their residents, but in this case it protected a little girl from falling back into the hands of her abuser.
And that was always a good thing.
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That night Eddie got up to go to the bathroom but as he was getting back into bed he thought he heard someone outside of his room.
He paused and tilted his head toward the door, now actively listening.
There!
He tiptoed to the door and opened it up a crack, peering outside into the hall. At first there was nothing there and then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A flash of white.
That little fucker, Eddie swore to himself and slipped out into the hall. He saw Henry move down the stairs quickly as if he had practiced it a million times.
He paused by the room next to Henry’s and saw that Dr. Kay was out cold. She wouldn’t had woken even if a bomb went off near her head. He looked over his shoulder at Steve’s room. He knew he should wake him to deal with Henry. It was his job after all, but Eddie couldn’t shake the sense of urgency, so he hurried down the stairs after Henry.
He got the bottom of the stairs and listened again. There! A creak on the step leading up to the kids’ side of the House.
Eddie hurried up the stairs, carefully avoiding the stairs that squeaked. Robin had taught him how to do it, in case he needed Chrissy or her but didn’t want to wake any kids that might be napping during the day.
Traumatized kids tended to sleep a lot, who knew?
Robin’s room was on the far side of the hall and Chrissy’s was on the near side. As Henry was nowhere to be seen, Chrissy’s room was the first port of call.
He paused to open her door, when another door opened behind him. It was Dr. Scott. He had a syringe in his hand and placed a finger to his lips.
Eddie reared back his head in confusion but Scott pointed at the door and held up the syringe, mouthing ‘For Henry’.
Oh. Oh hell yeah, things just got a hell of a lot more interesting. He turned back to his mission and opened the door. There was Henry standing above Chrissy with a pillow in his hand.
“Henry...” Eddie warned low and deep. “You need to put that pillow down and go back to your room.”
“She deserves to die...” Henry said coldly. “Everything she’s done since she ran away from home was for her on self interest. She’s not here to help little kiddies, she’s only here to play house with the other bitch down the hall and after I’m done with this one, she’s next.”
“No, Henry,” Eddie reasoned. “Steve hired her because she had background in eating disorders and nutrition. She didn’t start dating Robin until she’d been here a year.”
Henry frowned. “You lie.”
Eddie took a step forward with his hand out stretched. “I really don’t. Everyone here is here because they want to help people so others don’t leave the life they led. I noticed that Dr. Kay just thinks of you as another psycho that she’s going to study like a bug pinned to a board. But you’re more than that, aren’t you Henry?”
“My father tore me away from everything I’ve ever known to come to this hell hole of a town,” Henry sneered. “And had the audacity to blame me when I acted out!”
Eddie looked over at Chrissy but she didn’t stir at all. Henry caught the movement and smiled, smug.
“I drugged the coffee,” he said with a shrug, “but you were gone all day and Dr. Scott likes his tea, so you two were missed. But I figured that I could get in and out without being seen, clearly I was mistaken.”
“Look, Henry,” Eddie said with a shuddering breath. “Your dad was an asshole. Punishing you for missing your friends and your old house, but these two women don’t deserve your ire.”
“What would you know?” Henry hissed.
“I have my own shit dad,” Eddie confessed, “currently doing time for arson, the piece of shit. So I get it, it’s enough to make you crazy. But those intrusive thoughts? You don’t have to give into them.”
Henry frowned for a moment. “He killed my mother and my sister and then gorged his eyes out.” He looked up at Eddie. “I don’t want to be like him.”
“So don’t, Henry,” Eddie said, and held out his hand. “Just give the pillow and it’ll be just between us, okay?”
Henry nodded and handed the pillow to him. Eddie let out a sigh of relief and took the pillow. He threw it behind him and then reached out to Henry again.
“You are not your father,” he murmured. “You don’t have to give into your impulses. Why don’t we have Dr. Scott give you a nice sedative so you sleep without nightmares, and get some real sleep for a change?”
Henry’s eyes looked down at the outstretched hand and then at the door where there was no doubt, Dr. Scott was waiting. He took Eddie’s hand. Eddie smiled at him and led him out to the hall and into the waiting arms of Dr. Scott who took Henry back to his room and put him to sleep.
Eddie was waiting outside the door when Dr. Scott came back out. “That was really impressive, what you did tonight. I don’t think any of the others would have done as good a job as you did.”
Eddie ducked his head. “He might be rotten to the core and only gave up because he didn’t think he could take me on, or maybe he just needed to hear that he wasn’t to blame for the sins of his father.”
Scott huffed out a laugh. “Sounds like your therapy has been good for something at least.”
“Something like that for sure.”
Come morning, Dr. Kay was sacked, Henry was on his way to Pennhurst with Dr. Scott instead (he’d be back, but he wanted to spend a couple of days making sure Henry got the right care), and everyone had been informed of the incident that happened in the night time.
Steve slapped a piece of paper in front of Eddie. “I know you don’t need a job, but were looking for something anyway, and this is it, Eds. This is what you need. You wanted to something good for ex-cons coming out the pen? Do it here, because Dr. Scott is right. You handled it better than anyone else could’ve.”
They were all gathered around the front desk, Steve, Chrissy, Robin, Wayne, and Eddie.
Eddie picked up the paper and saw that it was an application for the Hope House. “They won’t let you hire me. I’m ex-con. A proper felon.”
Steve shook his head. “Now that we’re 60/40 private/public, I can hire whoever I want. And I want you, sunshine.”
Eddie blushed all the way to the roots of his hair. “Aww, Stevie, I’m starting to think you like me.”
Steve jumped over the counter and slid down the space between Eddie and it. Eddie’s eyes went wide as he took in the heated look that Steve was giving him.
“And what I if I more than liked you?” Steve breathed. “What then?”
“Then, I’d have to do this,” Eddie murmured. He cupped Steve’s cheek and pressed their lips together.
The other three began cheering, causing them to break off the kiss sooner then they wanted.
“Yes, yes,” Chrissy huffed. “Very cute and I’m happy for you both, but we’re all serious about the job, Eddie. Like do you know how long we’ve been looking for someone who could handle this job? All the people with the credentials look down at people like Henry. Like me. Like Max. They would be absolutely terrible for Hope House.”
“She’s right,” Robin agreed, nodding. “Anyone with all the fancy training would have gone in there, tackled Henry to the ground and had Dr. Scott jab him. But not you. You talked him down and he was able to come to the decision by himself he didn’t want to be like his dad.”
“So how about it, Eds?” Steve murmured. “You’ll stay at Hope House? With me?”
Eddie smiled that sweet double dimpled smile and said softly, “Yeah, baby. I’ll stay here at Hope House with you.”
why is it so hard for people to grasp that disabilities disable and chronic illnesses are chronic. yes even when it inconveniences you. yes even when your patience runs out
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Baby Kevin freshly taken from his home in Dublin after the funeral trying to hold Tetsuji’s and Riko’s hands because he always held Kayleigh’s :( him hiding under a blanket and holding his own hand pretending it’s Kayleigh’s :( sleeping with a photo of her he managed to tuck in his bag before they left :(
He just wants to be held so bad. He misses his mama so much, has anyone seen her??
I think the most charitable interpretation of this is that people connect to characters that are like them, and that the experiences of Blackness is so alien to them that the White characters are the only ones that White people connect with. Combine that with the fact that Tumblr is so White as a platform, and you get this issue.
It’s still bad and racist, but it is understandable. People should still do better though. (I’m not trying to justify, I’m trying to come up with an explanation)
As an older queer, allow me to say: the walls of the closet are load-bearing. It is our job as a community to stand in front of that door and tell everyone who wants to peek inside to fuck off.
There are so many reasons a person may choose not to come out and there is no reason a person would owe the public or a stranger that information. Certainly it's not owed simply because someone is famous.
We have fought for decades to make it safer for people to be open and authentic about themselves, but we are not yet there. And even if we were, the closet would still be something we need to maintain for those who are not ready to reveal that part of themselves.
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I’ve already seen my fair share of jokes about this, but I genuinely cannot think of anything which would make a middle school class harder to control than a beloved teacher seen being brought into a creepy black car and just falling off of the face of the Earth for months.
Stratt will not be able to be within twenty miles of that school ever again, lest she get recognized by someone, and I headcanon that the kids gave her the name ‘Carmen Santiago’ while trying to figure out what the heck happened.
I refuse to believe there aren’t like a million seeds in the Hail Mary somewhere (there were plants and that’s not logical for anything but keeping humans sane so I think Stratt decided to give them blind hope) and so one day when they find them, during the process of creating, one of the scientists who figured out cloning realizes that legumes and grains are actually their own seed and the food itself so they take a few and work on cloning them and then present Grace with things like a wheat seed the size of his head and soy beans the same size and Grace is just gonna be like ‘👁️👄👁️ guys I’m gonna need a MASSIVE mill for these things’ and then Rocky is all ‘it is my time to shine’ and goes to make him a mill and soon enough Grace has a delicious tofu and human stew with greens and bread on the side. Anyways, I just keep thinking of the cloners presenting him with a head sized grain of wheat and he’s just like 👁️👄👁️ about it.
Rocky and Adrian decide to renew their vows after Rocky returns to Erid so at the ceremony there's the beautiful spouse, the other beautiful spouse, their friends and family, and a leaky alien who is actively dying and leaks even more during the ceremony because apparently his species does that when they're emotional.
what if Ilya had a cat the whole time he and Shane were hooking up? he accidentally adopted a stray cat and treats her like a princess. (I love anya but just go with me for an Ilya as a cat dad idea)
And there’s all this miscommunication because Ilya will occasionally mention her name/talks about her and Shane thinks that this is a real woman who is possibly a girlfriend. And he’s talking about a cat but somehow this comes across like he could be talking about a woman. So all this time, Shane thinks that Ilya and (insert name here of cat) are also friends with benefits but possibly more when in fact it’s just Ilya mentioning his cat.
So they get to the cottage and they declare they’re love and make their plan and then Ilya casually drops in “it will be a big move for (kitty) but she’ll be fine, I have a plan.”
and Shane is panicking and freaking out because what?! “I…don’t understand….”
“I will have to drive her when I move, I don’t want to take her on a plane.”
“Uh.”
“I have looked up, you know, taking them on planes and they need to go into the hold. I don’t want to do that.”
Shane is panicking and also really confused because why would a person go in the hold and -
“She will love you, I think. She doesn’t like many people but you will get on well.”
Shane is tearing up because he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on, “She’s coming to Canada?”
“Uh, yes, do you not understand how pets work Hollander? Of course, she is coming too.”
Shane takes a long moment to absorb his words and understand that this woman who he’s thought for years is very special to Ilya is in fact a pet of some sort. And so he’s kinda out of it.
Ilya doesn’t understand why Shane is being so weird, he’s not realised that he never said she was a cat.
“Wait. Are you…allergic to cats?”
Shane can’t help it, “She’s a cat?!” He realises a second too late, he’s never going to hear the end of this ever.
“Yes.” Ilya smirks, “Oh! I see. I forgot I never said who she was. Did you think this was a woman??”
“NO!”
GOD he found her because he was running by the harbor in boston one morning and found a little kitten who got tangled up in a fishing net near the docks, and so ilya stops his run to get her out, and she is obviously puffing herself up like an angry little cotton ball as if her little fluffy butt isn't TRAPPED, and ilya is amused and just, "wow wow, such an angry fish. you are shark, maybe?"
and she is littol and also damp and it's COLD, so he ends up taking her home with him and names her fish because he thinks he's funny, but significantly, he calls her fish in russian, which sounds like "RIH-ba," which to an english speaking ear just sounds like the name Reba with extra emphasis on the first syllable
and reba first comes up in conversation when ilya pauses to text his pet sitter at a hookup with shane, but shane can't see the conversation and just "what? you have something more important to do right now?" and ilya who was a little worried about leaving his kitten all alone is just half-distracted goes, "mm, i am checking up on my ryba. i think she might miss me."
and shane is SO instantly jealous and just, "reba?"
"yes, is her name. she is-ah-" and the word "kitten" escapes him in the moment, so he says, "kotenok, you know this word?"
and shane who DOES know this word but ONLY in the context of when ilya has called him it during sex (and thus thinks it's some dirty talk equivalent of "person i'm fucking," maybe) is now pissed but so flatly goes, "yeah, i know that one"
"she is very cute. you want to see picture?"
and shane is SO simmering mad about it just, "no, thanks." and ILYA thinks he's just mad that sex got disrupted for this, so he playfully tosses his phone away and just, "such a face, hollander. do not worry. i have attention for both of you."
and this is NOT welcome news to shane >:( but fine >:( whatever >:( he doesn't fucking care >:(
and ryba doesn't LOVE meeting people (she is the opposite of papa 😔), so one contributing factor to shane never going to ilya's house in all those years (at least from what he tells himself) is there's no point stressing ryba out for something that's SO casual. it's the reason hookups never go back to ilya's place with him. there is already a lady of the house, and she does not like company. and shane is JUST a hookup, obviously. there's no point in stressing his cat out for something SO casual.
and then on tuna meltdown day, ilya cleaned the house up to look nice so ryba's toys are all collected in her room (because she is the only child of a millionaire--of course she has her own room), and ryba goes to chill out under the guest bed until Strange New Person is gone. but what ilya conveys is, "you might see ryba. i am not sure. she does not like new people." and so shane is now also confused because what?? he's coming over here and someone else might also just show up??
"you're not worried about her telling anyone?"
and ilya just *amused look because he thinks this is a joke about their secrecy* "no, she is very discreet. is not a problem."
and shane would like to keep pushing, but he also doesn't know if ilya is making a joke or not, and he doesn't LOVE the idea of another random person just popping in on this VERY big secret.
"i mean, i'd rather she didn't know at all"
and ilya still thinks they're running a bit here and just, "ah, is sexier, yes? staying secret." *wink* because again! ILYA thinks they're talking about his cat!
and shane is a little reassured, but it does add to the day that like. WHO is this fucking reba person??? and WHY would rozanov even joke about her finding out?? is this a kink?? is this setting up for a threesome? is that why rozanov finally invited him to his house? so fucking reba can hop in bed with them?
like a big contributing factor to shane being so "what the FUCK" on tuna meltdown day is the misunderstanding that reba is actually ryba and is just currently hanging out under the guest bed upstairs playing with a spring toy while papa's whole fucking heart gets shattered in the living room.
WAIT NO OH MY GOD EVEN FUNNIER IDEA FOR SHANE LEARNING ABOUT RYBA:
she doesn't come up during the cottage because ilya is still thinking about the logistics of the move in terms of signing contracts/planning moving his stuff/etc., and obviously ryba is going to be going with him, but he'll just put a mental pin in it to look up the process because some countries have quarantine.
but ryba then. doesn't really come up. they're trying to just enjoy themselves at the cottage and ilya misses his fuzzy girl and doesn't want to dwell on missing his cat because he knows it's a LITTLE sappy and he IS happy to have this time with shane.
but this then means that shane stays over at ilya's house overnight for the first time in the new season and gets woken up to ryba at 2 am with the zoomies (shane got up to get water and didn't know to shut the door after to keep her out), so he wakes up to SOMETHING in the bed running around like a MANIAC and jumping around and even landing on his fucking FACE briefly?? what the FUCK is happening!!! ilya what the FUCK is in your house!!!
and ilya just *groggy but obviously knows this is just his cat* "is just ryba, hollander. don't worry. she will settle. rybochka, calm down. is time for sleeping."
and shane just?? reba set a fucking wild animal loose in your house???? WHAT??
and ilya just *now equally confused* what? does she have mouse or something?
??? you tell ME???? what the fuck kind of woman were you fucking?????
and ilya now *sitting up and turning the light on and gently tossing his cat to the end of the bed when she jumps on him at this sign that it's Time To Play* hollander, what the fuck are you talking about?? you think i am fucking other people???
and shane is now looking at this O.O wound up zoomies cat and making. some connections.
and the only reason ilya's instagram isn't FLOODED with pictures of ryba is that she is a supermodel and has her OWN account that ilya doesn't openly own because he doesn't want haters flooding his beautiful rybochka's photos with beef she has nothing to do with
significantly, shane does think ryba thinks they're in competition for ilya's attention because shane has not grown up around cats and finds her a little confusing anyway, and she also has just has a habit of. intense staring.
shane gets up to get some water and ryba is just sitting in the corner of the kitchen like
and shane is more unsettled by ilya's 8 pound cat than he will EVER admit to.
svetlana ends up taking care of ryba a lot when ilya is travelling (just stays over at his house since ryba knows her and doesn't like strangers), so it's an ongoing joke that they have shared custody of their child of a divorce, ryba, and no of COURSE shane isn't jealous when ilya and svetlana make jokes about getting back together in their fictional marriage for ryba's sake he just thinks it's FUNNY how-
oh MAN they have some people over (not a ton, but just like. a grill session.) and ilya realizes at some point that it's been a LONG time since he's seen shane and goes looking for him
and finds him hanging out on the floor in the guest room talking to ryba under the bed
"-used to hide in closets when i was little, so i get it. at least no one here is going to make you wear a stupid ass sweater-"
grace using the dont go crazy room to play rocky sound bites of a bunch of earth instruments and for the most part rocky's like boring. boring. boring. eridian instruments better. but then grace gets to some shit like the trombone and rocky goes really quiet then says "why does grace have recording of eridian vibrator. question"
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did a bit of driving through the state of georgia today and wound up driving through a small town that i later discovered was called newborn, which is an odd name but doesn’t technically have anything wrong with it, except for the fact that i nearly gave myself whiplash doing a double-take at a building sign advertising NEWBORN TAXIDERMY
i wish aftg was real just so i could see edits of neil fighting during the games
imagine. him taking off his helmet to curse one of his opponents, all sweaty and pissed off. him fighting for the ball, doing the craziest shit, jumping after what should have been an impossible ball, easily shaking off a backliner twice his size.
OR EVEN BETTER
an edit of Kevin and Neil in the goal area fighting for their lives to mark a point, all the players there to help or stop them. there is kicking, pushing, rackets flying around, shouting, bodies hitting against the walls.
and then there is Andrew. all by himself on the other side of the court, bored, trying to balance his stick in his hand.
