I Get The Feeling I'm Not Good At Anything. Everyone Is Just Too Polite To Tell Me Otherwise. They Don't

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On May 6, 2020, IMPD officer Dejoure Mercer fatally shot 21 year old Dreasjon Reed while he was running away. Reed's only "crime" was speeding on the fucking highway. Despite there being video of the murder both from Reed's own Facebook live and a nearby security camera along with eyewitness testimony, the grand jury decided that there was not enough evidence to charge the cop responsible with murder. Please donate whatever you can to the family's GoFundMe here. All donations go to Reed's family to help pay for legal fees and to get by while grieving. If you can, please also donate to Indy10 Black Lives Matter, the local activists who have been working tirelessly to get justice:

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Underground

Darkness.Eyes shut and relaxed as if asleep. Sweat drenches their dark brown hair and clothes which are wrinkled and covered in dirt and stained with tears.

Slowly they begin to open their eyes, Rubbing at their eyes and stretching in the darkness before sitting up. There is no sound not even from their own shuffling on the gravel beneath themt. A shout echoes through the darkness. Not necessarily words but more a noise to gain familiarity with the surroundings.The noise echoes for what seems like forever before finally quieting at what they can only guess is too far to hear with the seemingly never ending tunnel.And despite the obvious size of the tunnel it begins to feel smaller with every breath.

As they begin to familiarise themselves with the darkness they begin to become more self aware and soon enough hunger pangs at their stomach acid rising in their throat leaving a sour taste in their mouth along with the dryness that already lingers.

They check around them lazily for a sign of a backpack of sorts that they might have prepared previously containing even a droplet of water to soothe their scratching throat but it proves pointless when all they feel is the same gravel around them and no matter how hard they squint their eyes never quite seem to adjust enough to the blinding darkness.

Giving up on the search for any sort of supplies they find themselves instead longing for a way out of the situation they are in and clumsily stand up wobbling on their sleeping legs.When they finally get themself off of the ground and into an upright position they look around once more as if the height advantage would prove itself helpful but alas the darkness continues forever and the strain of standing only grounds them back to reality enough to feel a weight beginning on their chest as if the darkness was suffocating them as they stood in it and yet they cannot find it in themselves to take a step out of the dark.

A sudden sound breaks them out of their thoughts and their hands go to cover their mouth on instinct in an attempt to stop the echo that plagues before and yet no echo follows the noise and when the noise comes again it does not sound muffled by the hand that is obstructing his mouth nor do they feel their lips move against their hand.

The voice is almost calling to them in the darkness and yet as they look around hoping to see someone stood in front of them to help guide them instead they just find more darkness. And yet the call continues and whispering gently to move from their spot on the gravel. At the sound of the voice the weight continues to grow on their chest as if it was something they were supposed to recognise.

Voice

(Whispering)

You have to move along my dear.

It isn't until the third attempt of the voice that it clicks somewhere deep in their head and all of the fear from the darkness disappears in an instant and is replaced with the overwhelming feeling of comfort.

Voice

(Whispering)

You will be safe soon enough you my dear. I will be with you again soon enough.

They take a step in the darkness half expecting to fall right through the floor but instead are met with more gravel, so they take another small step encouraged by the voice that seems to be getting closer in some way. They keep making small steps until their foots into a large metal pole that continues to go on.

voice

(whispering)

Follow the pole it shall only lead you to me.

A few more steps following the pole and the voice is now speaking in the same tone and volume as they would if they were to whisper to themself quietly in the darkness and for a moment their hand reaches up to the encouraging voice hoping to be reunited not just in spirit.

A light breaks through the darkness illuminating their hand and the emptiness around them and they look around them to figure out the cause to see they are stood on a rail track. Fear fills their chest once again as the light begins to grow  closer and closer and brighter and brighter until the ground beneath them begins to shake vigorously from the on coming light the noise. As the light grows closer and closer the quiet is replaced with a deafening beep growing louder and louder until it finally gets so loud that they cover their ears and begin to run away from the noise and yet nothing changes the noise still gets louder as hard as they try.

It all goes blank and for a second they are afraid they are back on that track stuck there forever in their own personal hell and yet this time when a sudden light appears so does a figure tall and bright even against the sharp light on their face is a sympathetic smile as they catch them in their arms and slowly sink to the floor in quiet sobs. Together again, Not in the way they had imagined but finally together again.

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PSA:

everyone, especially trans lesbians and gay trans men, should be sure to block & report a blog that’s shown up here recently called “youre-not-passing” which reblogs mostly trans lesbian and gay trans men’s selfies with nothing but insults and deliberate misgendering. quite a few members of our community have already been targeted by the terf running the blog, along with their followers. please be on the lookout and be safe. if enough people report them, hopefully their blog will be removed, but in the meantime i advise you all to block the blog so that you’re not targeted, i also encourage everyone to reach out to those who have been targeted and make sure they’re okay and give them some love and validation. be safe y'all

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