I know we’re all reading about the hurricane and flooding all over – but I’m reading messages from my aunt and cousins (who live in the US in Oregon) about the wildfires there, how the state is basically covered in smoke and they are in fear of having to evacuate as one of the fires is so close to where they live. She says the smoke and air quality is horrific (and they live in a mostly ‘urban’ area).
Please spare a thought for these folks in Oregon and if you live in the vicinity, I hope you are safe and well.
If you haven’t already heard, Donald Trump has slashed funding for advertising the Affordable Care Act enrollment period by 90%. He has also cut the funding for local organizations that help consumers navigate the buying process by 41%. The time period to enroll has also been cut in half, giving people only 6 weeks to sign up between: November 1, 2017 – December 15, 2017.
These cuts mean that less people will be aware of the enrollment period and less people will be insured. Less people uninsured will also mean a drive up in premiums, making insurance unaffordable for many more. This is an intentional move to make good on his promise to let the Affordable Care Act “implode,” but it will hurt many people in the process. Many people will unknowingly miss the enrollment period and we cannot let this happen.
Since the president is unwilling to inform the citizens we must take action into our own hands. Spread awareness about open enrollment. I made the image above so you can save it and share it to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and whatever other forms of social media you might use. Tell your family and friends. Do whatever you can to make sure that people who need this information get this information.
Guess it’s time to find a new brand of inexpensive conditioner; Garnier, being a subsidiary of L’Oreal, has gone and lost my business. Because Ms. Bergdorf spoke nothing but truth and is an Icon™.
All my white followers, hear me out on this: For one, even the best among white people (you, with the pointed exception of any creepy hatefollowers I haven’t blocked yet) have to unlearn
casual racism…and doing so is a lifelong, ongoing project, because it’s
inherent in the system. And, to be blunt: most white people don’t bother to unlearn it; it’s easier to be complicit than uncomfortable, after all.
And for another? She was fucking talking about Charlottesville. You know, where actual racists killed someone for standing up to them; and their Apologist-In-Chief tried to front like everyone was to blame? But clearly, the black trans lady who said “you’re all complicit, and most of you don’t even try not to be” is the real bigot here. Keep telling yourself that.
Anyway:
L’Oreal talks a big game about promoting diversity; even as they fire
and denounce a model for calling out bullshit when she smelled it, off of company time…and even as they manufacture skin-lightening products. So…I
guess that chief among the “values” they were talking about must be unmitigated hypocrisy.
And no—do not try to talk to me about how she shouldn’t have “gotten political” or whatever. Skin bleach is not apolitical; and neither—if mainly because we live in a society where skin bleach is seen as apolitical—is committing oneself to diversity. They’d have known when they hired Ms. Bergdorf that she wasn’t
going to just stand around and be decorative; they still fired her
for reasons that add up to “being an Angry Black Woman.” (And not
even on company time, either.)
Lexa Woods, mother of two and beloved wife, goes on her final tour with her older sister and second-in-command, Anya, in Tagab before she’s to be relieved of active duty. Everything goes as planned until a fateful roadside bombing leaves the two sisters separated. After Lexa and half of their crew are presumed as K.I.A., Anya is honourably discharged and sent back home to New York where Clarke receives the shocking news of her lover’s untimely death. Anya comforts her younger sister’s wife and children in attempts to honour her promise to Lexa. Only, as the years pass, her ‘comfort’ unforeseeably becomes something more to the both of them.
Then – by some miraculous twist of fate – Lexa shows up five years later, changing everything.
No one can ever forget that there are two sides to every family.
Clarke notices something different about her wife, Aden continues to act out, Anya tries to reach out and help her little sister, Abby asks her daughter question, and Lexa meets her physiotherapist.
Tris is questioned at school, Lexa has her first panic attack, Anya tries to hold it together, Abby tries to make some progress on finding out what’s wrong with her daughter-in-law, and Clarke stumbles upon something horrifying.
Abby learns new information about Lexa’s condition, Aden gets picked on by bullies, Clarke struggles to hold her family together, Anya hits rock bottom, Raven receives a chilling phone call, and Lexa visits her past.
Anya and Clarke finally get to have their much-needed talk, Jackson and Aden grow closer, Lexa fights her nightmares, Abby deals with hospital politics, and Raven makes a startling discovery about her patient.
Understanding child abuse and neglect by The National Research Council Staff Commission on Behavioral and Social Sciences and Education, Division of Behavioral and Social Sciences and Education.
Anya tries to rebuild the bond with her sister, Raven confronts Clarke, Abby makes a decision, Aden and Jackson have a moment, and Lexa’s worst nightmare becomes a reality.
Lexa is admitted to an institution, Indra rushes to check on her family after the incident, Tris’ teachers are worried about her mental health, Clarke and Anya finally have a much needed talk, and Kane and Abby finally go to Afghanistan to find disturbing answers to only a few of his questions.
Many thanks to my big brother, Blu, for the incredible cover art that he made for this story. It’s definitely more than I could have ever asked for, in all honesty. Y’all need to go and follow him if you haven’t already, and show him all the love for this piece he did for me. He’s the best artist I could ever collaborate with, ever. There’s something in the way he does art, you just… feel things. It’s great.
This is the master post that’ll be re-blogged whenever there’s an update to the story, just so then all the chapters are on one post. Individual updates will still happen, but this is the master post that includes everything. Sources on research for certain chapters will be posted under each of the chapter links, so, if any of you are interested and want to read more about some of the topics brought up during the course of the story, you have accessible links.
Much love to all of you guys that are reading, commenting, and sending asks/kudos upon this fic. Honestly, it means the world to me and I cannot wait to get through and reply to all of y’all. It’s beyond incredible. I am still in awe.
EDIT: this is the new master post because I couldn’t figure out how to edit the other one due to my incapabilities as a human being using basic technology.
Lexa is admitted to an institution, Indra rushes to check on her family after the incident, Tris’ teachers are worried about her mental health, Clarke and Anya finally have a much needed talk, and Kane and Abby finally go to Afghanistan to find disturbing answers to only a few of their questions.
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Woohoo back after 84 years with a 20k word update. The next chapter will cover the fun bits, as this was just the filler/build up for the next part of the story. Now all the major angst is done, we’re on the road to healing!
Even if it may not seem like it by the end of this chapter, this story IS starting to make it’s ascent into less dark/sad angst and into healing and happiness. You have to wait for the next chapter to see what I really mean 😛
Thanks to everyone for the kind messages of recovery over this summer! They all meant a lot and I am so touched by your kindness. Lots of love ❤
Cheers!
One of the best ‘serious’ pieces of Clexa fiction out there. Very glad to see its return.
I’ve been thinking about this a bit – and in a much broader context, so it does go beyond your comment (which I appreciate very much) to something I’ve noticed in the past year or so of reading fan fiction, watching artists, doing my best to interact when I can and sharing what I’ve found worthwhile, and watching others do the same.
The alleged purpose of sharing ourselves is to make a connection. If you put out X energy and there is little to no connection made as a result, that is energy lost, not to be regained. It’s foolish to continue a project that isn’t connecting with anyone, so you move on and work on something new.
When I read people upset that their favourite story or writer up and disappeared on them, I have to wonder what energy was expended in support of that work. If nothing, if you only have indifference, and this applies in all areas of life – you’re not going to have things you enjoy. Your experiences will be negated by not being fully involved with them. Lives and all that they are made of – relationships, businesses, schools, holidays, democracies – fail for this very reason.
You have to participate or it goes away. That’s fair play, really.
And then there’s the whole conspicuous over-consumption that the abundance of fan fiction / art (and the fact that it is free) allows. I’ve read posts from people who claim to have twenty different browser tabs open reading one story after another. Is this the way fiction is enjoyed now, like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet you gorge yourself on then walk away from? There’s always a negative side effect.
It’s wonderful that there are so many creators out there with a story they want to tell and it’s wonderful that we have platforms that allow us to offer them for free, but there is a lot we have to weed through to find the things we might love and cherish a little. When you do find them, share them. Through sharing, we build discernment and understanding and, hopefully, real community.
It’s also well to keep in mind that so many of these creators are people who might be experiencing a lot of negativity in their everyday lives – just for being who they are or who others think they are. People who suffer with mental illness, developmental disorders, sensory processing issues, physical disabilities. Queer people. People of colour. Young people. Women. All the nationalities and languages. All the intersections.
When we take all of this in, we can give something back, too. It isn’t difficult. We can make the world a little easier and kinder for one another just by taking part in what we have to share – and no, it isn’t always easy or simple. I find it very difficult at times, too. I deeply appreciate the support that is sometimes offered to me – even by total strangers.
If we take all of this for granted – and it is easy to, because there is so much of it and it’s easy to forget to respect what it takes to give it – we won’t have it long. It will disappear.