Fictober19: Day 1 Prompt: “It will be fun, trust me.” Fandom: Enderal Warnings: Language
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He didn't like being outside -- too... exposed. And these eyes were still too sensitized to the dark; they burned and watered in the daylight. The fingers dug harshly into the fur as he sat astride the great beast; soft... annoying. Every muscle, from above the squinted eyes down to the toes, was tensed beyond his ability to release.
"It will be fun," she had said, "trust me." She was a fucking idiot. He was a fucking idiot for agreeing to partake in such madness, but they had a job to do and this was the fastest way to get from point A to point B.
With each beat of its wings, the beast's body undulated sickeningly. If he vomited, she would wear it; he'd make sure of that.
"Wooo-hooooo!" she screamed into the wind. Her muscles were relaxed, with her arms extended euphorically into the air. She wasn't even holding on! What in hells was wrong with her?!
When they finally landed... more gently than he'd expected... he pried the stiff fingers from the soft fur -- still annoying -- and climbed off the great beast.
"Wasn't that amazing?!" she exclaimed. She was flushed with exhilaration. He was certain he was paler than usual.
Still, her exuberance had a way of affecting him. Maybe, he considered, while trying to maintain a scowl at her, if the next flight was at night...
He was scared of the thunder and went under but my mom gave him dinner
I live in a part of the world when I hear a loud bang, I assume it’s fireworks and not a gunshot; I don’t appreciate this enough.
It’s me your lizard friend
Eeee!!! I love my little lizard friend!!
I'm loving this story already! Can't wait for the next chapter!
Chapter One of “Dreams of the Dying” is now available on my Patreon and WattPad (for free). Give it a read and let me know what you think! :)
[[This is Isaiah Hine’s high school presentation on white fragility. You’re not going to get a simpler explanation, in my opinion, so if you’re white you should really read this. Below are Isaiah’s notes on each slide.]]
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What is White Fragility?
Robin DiAngelo is a professor at Westfield State University and author of What Does it Mean to Be White? Developing White Racial Literacy.
I’m sure you’ve all seen these ‘defensive moves’ in action before. “I didn’t mean anything by it” “I wasn’t trying to be offensive” “I have a black friend” “Not all white people”
People are often more worried about being called a racist than actually doing something racist. In America white people often don’t even have to consider race. They often think of themselves as “raceless” white is conditioned to be the norm and everyone else is considered “raced” or “colored”. White fragility allows white people to govern when and how race is discussed. White people expect to be educated on racism, and in a nice way.
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Why Is It A Bad Thing?
White people never learn as a result and are allowed to continue saying and doing racist things. White people prefer to hear these things from other white people but because other white people don’t know enough about racism, they cycle continues. When people of color do things like the BLACKLIVESMATTER movement, many white peoples responses were “all lives matter” this is white fragility. Proclaiming that black lives matter does not inherently mean that other lives don’t. This statement is made because society continually shows us that black lives don’t matter in america and these are the lives that need the affirming. We already know that white lives matter, it doesn’t need to be stated. White people are very used to being the center of things and when they aren’t it makes them uncomfortable.
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Why Does This Happen?
Most people don’t fully grasp the idea of systemic racism and that we live in a racist society that perpetuates racist ideas. We are socialized into white supremacy.
Khajiit once accidentally seduced Nazeem. Right on the porch of Breezehome.
It wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but it decided we must be friends.
Apparently it was very lonely.
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