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"I'm not a virgin, Ticky," Hel pointed out gently, and handed the Avatar the sword. Victoria took it, hands trembling. She thrust it into the pendant.
It shattered.

***

“He wasn’t saying anything,” Parker says. She turns toward Eliot so he knows who she’s talking to.
“What?” Eliot says, scrunching his forehead.
“When you told Hardison to shut up, he wasn’t saying anything.” Parker’s very sure of that.

***

The Buzzards had a scoop. Ace cursed. The flame-thrower on the back was lighting it up, weakening metal, loosening joints — maybe they’d get lucky and burn some cloth. Morsov rode up on the Rig-side of the damn machine, trying to drive it away so the gunners had a better shot. Core rode down the other side, looking for an opening to shove in a lance. She found it, and leapt from the bike.
“Witness!” She screamed.
“Witnessed,” the others yelled as the explosion took her.

Act I

Actual Rags To Riches: Initiate
Burr, Sir, Rhyme Time
Squad Goals/Drinking Game
We're Important!
A Mind At Work — Not You, Burr (And Peggy!)
Shut Up, You Dick
Clingy (Ex)Boyfriend Denies Breakup
Not You, Burr (Reprise)
Raging Allosexual Hormones (Men)
Raging Allosexual Hormones (Women)
Fucking Patriarchy Demands I Marry Someone Else
Yes, You, Burr (For Once)
Patience/Procrastination
Plans/Foreshadowing With A Point
Ten Paces Fire
Hamilton, Go To Your Room
Marriage Is Great
LAFEYETTE!
Fatherly Advice
Start A New Nation, Meet My Son
Clingy Ex Tries To Be Superior
Babies? Babies!
Do You Sleep?

Act II

Thomas, Thomas
Shut Up, You Own Slaves/Politics Is Inconvenient
Commas As Love Letters
I Know This Is A Bad Idea
Compromises Suck
Dude! Rude.
Classism/Pragmatism
Why Doesn’t Dad Love Us?
Fatherly Advice (For Everyone)
Peaceful Changes In Power Are Strange
Cajun Bastard/Sit Down, John
What?
Panic Appears Calm
This Should Have Stayed Private
What Eliza Said When You Broke Her Heart
Baby Grew Up
*Sobbing*
The Unimaginable
Let’s Get Back To Politics/Still Not You, Burr
It’s All Your Fault
This Isn’t Serious/I Love You
It’s All My Fault
What Eliza Did When You Broke Her Heart

What does this Williams guy mean ' The idea that morality is immune to luck is "basic to our ideas of morality"'?

Morality is a compensation system for luck!

Ace Safe Space
Have a look at the Ace fic themed collection on AO3. All fandom, all tropes, asexual characters and/or NO SEX.

Had TWO conversations about privilege today, one starting at my bedtime. Weee.

Let's Go Steal Captain America:
"Yes, Parker," Eliot said, "I fought in WWII." Parker poked him again.
"Did you kill Nazis?" She demanded. Eliot sighed.
"Yes, Parker," he said, "I killed Nazis when I fought in WWII, seventy years ago."

10776:
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and Martian, dropped in a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor, crippled in a duel with his best friend, barely recovered enough to speak again, pitied by the people he used to represent, become the best-loved President?

Two Many Horses Job:
"Dammit, Hardison," Eliot snarled, and threw a pillow at the damn hacker. "It's midnight, shut the fuck up."
"Sorry," Hardison mutters, reaching for his empty soda bottle without even reacting to the pillow. Eliot gets up and glares over Hardison's shoulder at his screen.
"What?"

Reengaging with life after being shut out by depression.

jjhunter's hosting a How Are You (In Haiku) Go check it out!

Where are all my aros at?

1) Ace's Dream:
What the fuck was going on here? There were only Pups, and no Wardens on the lift. But someone was walking out onto the lift. Someone in the flimsy cloth the breeders and the milkers wore. Something had changed.
Ace watched the lift coming down, praying to his mother’s God with half-remembered words.
He recognized the breeders on the lift before they got down too close, thank Immortan. It gave him time to call Axel to him.
“Get me something of Bolt’s,” he said.
“Ahead of ya, Ace,” Axel said, and handed him Bolt’s favorite salvage from the Mall. It was pretty shine, Ace had always thought, the little bit of cloth with pictures of green things on it.
“You not gonna keep it?” Ace asked. Axel was owed something of Bolt’s, too.
“I got my own things,” Axel said. “Ningura’s owed somthin’.”
“Yep,” Ace said, and got out of the car. “Dao Vu,” he called, “Ningura.” He stopped. What did one say to a couple of breeders standing on the lift?

2)Suddenly Sam/Steve:
Someone had screamed. That was the last thing Steve remembered clearly. Now, the world was full of frightened soldiers, his soldiers, and fallen enemies. He was growling, and he wasn’t sure he could stop. His Sentinel was hurt, he could feel the pain rattling through the air.
“Call medics,” he growled, or tried to. Bucky wasn’t there to translate for him, and he wasn’t sure he’d gotten the words all the way out. He couldn’t focus. Not with his Sentinel zoning out on the pain. Steve settled into a crouch beside his Sentinel. He swept his gaze around the area, searching for further threats.
“You got them all, man,” one of Steve’s soldiers said, “You take care of Sam, and we’ll keep watch.”

3)Something Leverage:
Hardison grumbles absently about how Eliot’s in the way, but he slings an arm around Eliot’s shoulders and mouses with his other hand. Eliot watches him move little bright shapes on the screen. He hasn’t seen this game before. He’s beginning to catch the rules when Parker brings out dinner. She runs her fingers through his hair and settles herself on his other side. Eliot sighs.
“Shall we kill them?” Parker asks, in that horribly everyday way she has. Hardison, normally a voice of reason, only hums noncommittally. Eliot thinks about it. About no-one living having to deal with those people again. About not having to be afraid of their next counterattack. About knowing that he’d killed them. And, God knows, he would be the one to kill them. He won’t let the others do it.
“Nah,” he says, almost - almost sounding normal. “Let’s just destroy everything they love.”

Parker:
Archie: Now, my boy -
Parker, interrupting: I'm not your boy!
Archie: I beg your pardon?
Parker: I'm not a boy! I'm a girl! *stomps foot*
Archie: Well, then, my girl, run through this obstacle course. There is something nice at the end.

Hardison:
Hardison: Nana, you know some boys like kissing boys?
Nana: Yes, Alec, and don't you go calling them 'queers' or 'faggots', they don't like that.
Hardison: Yes, Nana. I won't. But do you think that's a problem?
Nana: You tellin' me you like boys, boy?
Hardison: I like 'em both, Nana. It's called bisexual.
Nana: Is it now? That's nice. Now, Alec, you listen to me. Some people do think it's a problem, and you'll be better off not telling them. Doesn't matter if you lie to other people, boy, just don't lie to yourself. And if that changes, or you like one better than the other, or you run into one of those people who isn't a man or a woman and you like them too, you don't lie to yourself about that, either. You hear me, boy?
Hardison: Yes, Nana.
Nana: Good. Now go chop those potatoes.

Eliot:
Eliot's Dad: What you wanna go off to the army for?
Eliot: I can't stay here.
Eliot's Dad: And why not? You run the hardware store, no-one'll fuss you. We've got a place in this town, Clairy.
Eliot: You've got a place, Dad. Sarah's got a place. Ain't no room for me.
Eliot's Dad: You marry some nice boy, settle down, you'll find one.
Eliot: I ain't gonna do that.
Eliot's Dad: Why not?
Eliot: I just won't.
Eliot's Dad: That's no reason.
Eliot: I ain't a girl, Dad, an' no boy'll have me.
Eliot's Dad: You what?
Eliot: You never caught on, really? I played football, Dad, I'm a quarterback. I ain't worn a dress since I was six years old. An' they all call me Eliot. I'm a boy, Dad.
Eliot's Dad: My daughter ain't no kind of queer.
Eliot: You're damn right, Dad, your daughter ain't. But I ain't your daughter.
Eliot's Dad: Guess I ain't your father, then.
Eliot: Fine.

Complaining about people complaining, lol.

We know that Immortan Joe promises afterlife, meaning, and glory, and also that he controls water and food.
But what if --
What if there were other gifts?
What if some War Boys had little blessings?
The warning feelings that somethings wrong, something's coming.
The dreams that tell the future (not too far, or too detailed, or too precise, but enough).
The ability to find water, always useful in the desert.
The knack for knowing what's wrong with the engine.
The gift of making things explode that shouldn't, logically, explode.
The second sight and second hearing -- Max has both, trauma muddled though they are.
The weather-knowing.
The reading of people.
The green thumb -- a strange talent for a War Boy, and one that keeps you in the garden with no chance of glory, and who do you worship then?
Who do they thank for the little gifts?
Do they have memories of their mothers' whispers, the cradle-tales?

And what Godens do the Vuvalini bring them?

Agh, I've been doing the practice problems instead of the required ones.

Damien Moreau
Guns
Hospitals
Child Abuse
Neglectful Parents
Rude People
Nate Ford Drinking
People Who Con Their Teams
People Who Attack His People
Getting Hit In The Face By Carnival Rides
Sterling
Sterling
Sterling

Not in Parker’s system. They use other ways of keeping track of what plan they’re on. There is no plan M. In plan M Hardison dies. That is unacceptable.

There are plans where Eliot dies. They tend to be backups to backups to backups, but they exist. There are some goals (Hardison’s survival, most pressingly) that Parker would willingly sacrifice Eliot for. He knows. (He wishes her own survival made the list.)

There are plans where Parker dies. They are also backups to backups, but they exist. There are many things Parker would be willing to die for. (Hardison. Eliot. Possibly even Nate or Sophie, but they don’t figure into the plans these days.)

Even after the kids are born, there is no plan where Hardison dies. Not even to save the children.

There’s an absolutely pragmatic reason for that.

Both Parker and Eliot think that Hardison’s kids would be better off dead than raised by monsters.

If Hardison dies by violence, if Hardison is killed, if there is someone to blame, and Eliot or Parker is still alive -

The world will burn.

There are some things you can never be clean of.

And the vengeance they would exact would be such a thing.

Eliot means a lot of things when he says, “Dammit, Hardison.” Hardison has a mental list.

It means, of course, “Why are you not infallible?” Hardison curses at himself when that happens. When it’s deserved, at least. Sometimes, Eliot has totally unreasonable expectations.
It means “Why are you so hard to keep safe?” “Don’t DO dangerous things like the one you just did!” Hardison finds that one both scary and comforting. Scary, because it means he’s in danger. Comforting because Eliot is coming.
It means “Why are you trying to show affection to me?” Hardison likes provoking this one, but it’s also wonderful to be able to slip affection in under Eliot’s radar, and see him actually let himself enjoy it.
It means “Why do you not understand these things which are very simple to me?” This one’s been getting less common. Eliot is figuring Hardison out.
It means “Why do I not understand these things which are very simple to you?” Hardison’s working on that. It helps to remember that it actually hurts Eliot’s fingers to type. He’s devising other interfaces.
It means “Why do I love you?” in that baffled Elioty way that is astounded to be capable of human emotion at all.
And it means that Eliot does love him.

You’ve learned to read the city by the way the Hardison kids get home from school. There are three of them, the oldest 16, the youngest 12. Cute biracial kids who know some rather worrying things. (Like the details of the Burmese Civil War. Or the name of the current President of San Lorenzo. Or how to properly clean a rifle. Or the classifications of computer viruses. Or …) Their parents work at the Bridgeport Brewpub, about five blocks away. They live in the facing building.

So when everything’s normal, they just walk home. All three together.

When an adult comes to walk with them you worry. (The Bridgeport Crew is somewhere between Batman and a Mafia, as far as you can tell. The kids come unarmed to school. But the adults who meet them at the edge of the property - probably don’t. They have the courtesy to keep the distribution out of sight. You only spotted it once, and only because you were leaving early.) The adult is usually a parent. Parker or Hardison. (He has a first name. Once, you heard his wife use it.) Almost as often, though, it’s Eliot or Amy. The kids will call Eliot an uncle, if pressed. Amy is always an aunt.

When Eliot picks them up in his flashy car, you tell your friends to be extra careful for the next few nights. (The Bridgeport Crew doesn’t use guns. Their enemies do.)

When the unmarked van makes an appearance, you call your friends and hide in the safest basement you can find. (The unmarked van’s name is Lucille. You almost wish you didn’t know that.)

Mad Max Fury Road – fictional arm amputee “Imperator Furiosa” played by Charlize Theron [review] This article, written by an arm amputee, discusses the issues with the way Furiosa represents arm amputees. For those of you who don't have spoons to read it (it's pretty intense) I summarize and respond to what I considered crucial points.

Charlize Theron is not an amputee.
- This is true.
- This is a problem.
- Disabled actors exist, and should be hired to play disabled characters.
The prosthetic Furiosa uses throughout the film is really poorly designed as an actual prosthetic. It's heavy, complicated, has lots of extra parts and shouldn't even work.
- This is a problem.
- This wouldn't have happened if they had hired an amputee to play Furiosa, or at least consult on design.
- Accurately portraying prosthetics would probably make people who wear real prosthetics happy.
In the final scene when Max walks away, Furiosa's stump gets more and more obvious.
The author of the article reads this as Max deciding that Furiosa is not an appropriate relationship partner because she is disabled.
- This is a problem.
- Given how deliberate the directing usually is in this movie, the fact that this reading is so easy means that the director either didn't think about how people with this disability would read this scene, or deliberately put in that interpretation.
- I personally don't think that Max and Furiosa not staying together is a problem.
- Still, the implication that Max left because Furiosa is disabled is really distressing.

She turned into the hallway. It took Eliot a moment to recognize her, so wildly out of context. Not that she couldn't have business here. It was just that he was here for personal reasons. And this was hardly a target-rich environment.

Still, here she clearly was. Eliot shifted his weight, centering himself. She smiled and kept walking toward him, light on her feet, hands loose at her sides. She'd seen him.

It could go this way: The Widow walking up to him at the angle she was currently, the knife up her sleeve slicing out and in toward his side. He'd dodge it, side-stepping away from her at an angle, ending up almost behind her, trying a hammer-blow to her kidney as she turned...

But no, she'd seen how that would play out, and was changing her angle of approach. She would catch him up against the wall, striking for his sternum. He'd deflect the blow with the near hand, grabbing for her throat with the other. But she still had the knife, and he had both hands engaged...

Eliot took two steps, forward and a little to the left, cutting across the Widow's path. It would take her longer to kill him this way. She'd turn almost immediately, snapping her knife in across his abdomen, but he would have an angle advantage. He'd probably catch her hand, but she'd know the break for the joint-lock. If he was lucky, Eliot might be able to get a knee into her stomach while she was twisting away...

The Black Widow stopped a good meter and a half away from him. Well out of reach, but within running distance. If he wanted to fight her. He didn't. She grinned seductively at him, raising her eyebrows mockingly. Eliot could have taken that as an invitation or a provocation. Instead he jerked his chin to point behind her.

"Stairs," he said. She chuckled.

"Funny," she said, "I was going that way, too." Eliot breathed in slowly, and let it out more slowly still.

"Am I going to be in your way?" Eliot asked. Assassin's courtesy, if he were still an assassin.

"I'm not working," she said. She could be lying. She could be here to kill Eliot. She could be any number of things.

"Neither am I," Eliot said, and started walking toward the stairs. She went up them beside him.

They made it to the top without killing each other. Eliot counted that a win. And thank God he knew exactly where he was going. He would have hated to take his eyes off her long enough to read the numbers on the doors. She was still with him when he reached the room. He paused in the doorway, looking in. Five college students sprawled in various comfortable armchairs. Collateral damage, if it came to a fight.

"Is this the Arospec meeting?" Eliot asked.

"Yes," one of the students said, standing up and reaching for a handshake, "You must be Eliot." Eliot nodded and took the kid's hand. The Widow walked by them. "Hello, Natalia," the kid said, "Glad to see you back."

"Glad to be back," the Widow said, "I have spent far too much time recently pretending to be in love with someone."

Eliot laughed. "Christ," he said, "I know the feeling."

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