I Don’t Know How Much Furher Putin Is Paying You To Act Like An Idiot Online, But I Hope It’s A Lot.

all the people criticizing Vance for “not being a good enough catholic” need to get a fucking grip. there are SO MANY THING to criticize Vance and every member of that administration for which aren’t “he’s not good at being a cult member”

safe

little!jackie , cg!nat | part of my post-rescue nyc au that i still need to find a name for tw: panic attacks/ptsd flashbacks word count: 597 tag list: @faireyhouses @yjdrabbles123

The lock on the bedroom window breaks. 

Jackie notices on a Friday afternoon when she can’t get it to close right. She spends fifteen minutes trying to slam it shut before giving up and telling Nat.

Nat says she’ll fix it on Sunday - her day off. 

But then Nat gets called in to work on Sunday and forgets about it. And so does Jackie. She forgets until the summer air is replaced with an autumn breeze and the rain leaves a puddle on the floor. She forgets until she’s wiping up the moisture and in that moment, Jackie means to bring it up, she really does. But when she walks into the living room, Nat is learning chords on her new electric guitar (the one she saved up all summer to buy) and Jackie’s too entranced by the sight of her to ruin the moment.

So she forgets again. 

She forgets until it’s three in the morning and it isn’t just an autumn breeze or spotty puddle. She forgets until she’s waking up to whistling wind entrapping her in its harsh embrace. The feeling of ice prickling into her skin and seeping into her pores with a daunting whisper in her ear, telling her not to worry - she’ll be warm soon. 

Jackie’s arm flails frantically beside her - the motion repeated until new hands are placed on her forearm. Warm hands. Nat’s hands. 

“Jackie.” Nat’s voice is soft yet cut with panic. “Jackie - it’s okay, you’re okay.” 

But it isn’t okay and neither is she. 

Because she can’t remember how to breathe and the ice rushing through her veins no longer feels like a memory. It’s the furthest from okay that Jackie’s been since that night (or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it isn’t by a long shot but does it even matter? It feels that way.) when Jackie was actually freezing to death. 

She should have died then. 

That was what all the doctors said; her survival was nothing short of a miracle. 

Now, as Jackie gasps for the air she can’t quite catch - she has no doubt in her mind that they were correct. She can feel the walls around her closing in and the oxygen that should be in surplus supply growing thin. It feels like she really is dying. Like her heart could burst right out of her chest. Like— 

“Jackie.” 

Jackie turns to Nat, her eyes wide and frantic. 

“Breathe with me, okay?” 

Jackie nods. She lets Nat set a hand on her chest the way she always does when she has these… these episodes. She watches her take big dramatic breaths - counting the seconds on the inhales and exhales so Jackie will know exactly how to follow along. She watches until she must be doing it too because now, her lungs are expanding properly and her pounding heart no longer feels like it’s on the brink of exploding. 

“I’m gonna shut the window, okay?” Nat says. “I’m gonna be right back.” 

Jackie nods once more. But when Nat pulls away - she can’t help the whimper that escapes her. It’s panicked and shrill and-

Oh.

Nat’s sitting with her again. She’s wrapping another blanket around Jackie’s shoulders, telling her it’ll help with the shivering, and that the room should warm up soon. 

Jackie isn’t sure if she believes her. She isn’t sure if she wants the warmth - not if it means what the lingering whispers implied. But she trusts Nat. She trusts her more than she’s ever known how to trust anyone. 

“I’m right here,” Nat says. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” 

every province has an identity except Manitoba I think

like actually what goes on there. I can’t think of a single thing.

one day late, happy birthday!!!!!

why is this fascist shit on my dash

It is the United States that is truly the axis of evil (1992)

history fact: this is not historically accurate, Caesar actually planned to stay home with his wife that day because she had a nightmare about him dying and didn’t want him to go

and then decimus brutus came by and said “lmao are you going to listen to a WOMAN? nerd” so of course he had to go

guys, not to spoil anything but i have an announcement! everyone on tbe 15th of March, let's all go to the senate so I can tell you guys! 🫃

please tag your most obscure blorbo

uptown girl is a lottienat song and I don’t really think that’s disputable

!! yellowjackets s3 spoilers !!

people who like trains “because they’re good for the environment” or “because they’re more efficient” are lame and cringe.

trains are cool because they’re cool and if you don’t love them at their massive steam train belching hundreds of tonnes of carbon into the atmosphere then you don’t deserve them at their electric high speed rail.