The Company Budsies, Which Specializes In Making Custom Stuffed Animals And Making Duplicates Of Old

Maddie and Jack hurt Danny during a fight for the first time.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

The idea for this part came from The Full Catastrophe on FFN. Thanks!

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"Which way did he go?” shouted Maddie.

Jack looked at her. The orange lenses of her goggles hid her eyes from him, but her ruby lips underneath were puckered in a determined frown.

“He couldn’t have gotten far,” said Jack, scanning the streets for his son’s familiar aura. He spoke again in a lower voice, “You’re tracking him, right?”

“Don’t break character, he could be nearby,” Maddie murmured harshly, her lips barely moving as she discreetly checked her tracking scanner.

“Well, is he?” whispered Jack with a bite of his own.

Maddie gave him a warning look before saying more loudly, “Let’s check over there.”

Jack followed Maddie as she started walking. She soundlessly held up a scanner in front of his face, and Jack could see that they were walking toward Danny’s location.

“Are you sure you want to go this way?” Jack asked in a loud voice, trying to hint his confusion to Maddie. Why were they headed toward Danny? Wouldn’t she rather let him get away from them without trouble?

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Maddie. “I thought I heard something coming from this direction.”

Maddie gave him a harsh look to stop questioning her and just follow her lead. Jack sighed and ran after her. This whole thing really was more her experiment than his anyway. Whatever she wanted to do, he just had to go along with it.

Although he couldn’t deny that their findings so far had been exciting. And having a specimen living with them in their own home was certainly convenient.

One car drove by as they headed down the street along the sidewalk, but the area was otherwise quiet, illuminated by a few very yellow streetlamps.

Jack checked the time on his watch. “He really just stopped caring about curfew after he became a ghost, didn’t he?”

“He chose to be a superhero that fights ghosts,” said Maddie. “Ghosts are more active at night.”

Maddie stopped abruptly and silently pointed down an alley between two buildings. She pressed herself against the wall and peered around the corner. Jack stood close to her to get a good look as well.

Danny was squaring off against a tiger ghost covered in spiky fur charged with electrical ghostly energy. The tiger lunged at Danny, throwing him into the chain-link fence at the back of the alley. Danny was down on the ground for only a moment before springing back up and firing a ghost ray.

“Amazing that he’s not even scared,” said Jack. “All fight.”

“He gets that from me,” said Maddie. “Plus his fighting skills. He needs to tighten up that form, though.” Maddie sighed and shook her head as she continued watching him. “Come on, Danny. I paid good money for those martial arts classes.”

The tiger pinned Danny to the ground and raised a paw, claws out, fur bristling.

Jack fingered the trigger of his ecto-gun. “Maddie, maybe we should—”

Maddie held up a hand to quiet him. Jack promptly shut his mouth and relaxed his hold on his gun.

The tiger brought down its paw in a quick swipe, clawing open Danny’s cheek. Ectoplasm oozed from the fresh wounds as Danny cried out.

Jack sucked his teeth. “Mads—”

“Give him a chance, Jack.”

The tiger raised its paw again. Danny lay beneath it, clutching his face and looking stunned.

“Maddie, come on,” said Jack, giving her a stern but pleading look.

Maddie sighed and aimed her gun, pulling the trigger and blasting the tiger with a bright green ray of ectoplasm. The tiger howled and sailed into the chain-link fence, rattling it.

“Why didn’t you want to do that before he got clawed?” asked Jack.

“I’m interested in seeing how quickly he’ll heal from it.” Maddie cocked her head. “Aren’t you?”

Jack froze, unsure how to answer that. He only moved when Maddie led the way into the alley.

Danny was still on the ground, sitting up on his forearms and staring at the tiger dizzily rising to its feet next to the fence. He turned to face Jack and Maddie as they ran up to him.

“I thought I lost you,” he said, grunting as he pushed himself off the ground to stand.

“You thought wrong,” said Maddie, charging her gun and aiming it right at him.

Danny raised his hands up by his head. “Listen, I’m not—”

The tiger roared and started lunging toward him. Jack grabbed his Thermos and sucked the ghost inside in a burst of light before it could lay another claw on Danny.

Maddie glared at him, her bottom lip pushing up in a disapproving pout. Jack glared back. She wasn’t just expecting him to let their son be mauled, was she?

With his hands still up, Danny took a couple steps back. “Okay, threat’s gone, so I’ll just be on my way.”

“You’re not going anywhere, ghost,” said Maddie, advancing toward him.

Jack held up the Thermos, shaking it. “You’re coming with us.”

Danny retreated a couple more steps until his back hit the chain-link fence. “Thanks for the invitation, but I’m already out way past my curfew, so—”

Maddie fired a blast, which hit the fence right next to his head. He staggered a few steps to the side, staring at the patch of burnt metal the blast left behind.

“Okay, your objection is noted.” Danny’s voice squeaked. “But can’t I have any say in this?”

Maddie fired again, this time hitting his knee. Danny yelled and dropped to the ground, clutching it.

Jack dropped his jaw and stared at Maddie. Her eyes were fixed on Danny.

“Now, Jack,” said Maddie. “Don’t let our specimen get away.”

Jack looked down at his Thermos, then her again. She couldn’t possibly want him to actually capture their son. She hadn’t told him this part of her scheme for the evening.

Danny gasped and stood again, hopping on his uninjured leg until he was back against the fence again. This time, he phased through the fence.

Maddie ran up to the fence and linked her gloved fingers through the chain links. She gritted her teeth and scowled at him. “Coward.”

“I don’t want to fight you,” said Danny, pleading.

Maddie pressed the barrel of her gun against the fence. Danny hopped another couple steps before launching into the air in a streak of light, vanishing himself. Jack and Maddie both stared up at the sky where they saw him last.

“I’m surprised he hung around that long,” said Maddie, shutting off her gun.

Jack turned to her, his tongue sputtering in his mouth as he tried to get his words out. “You shot him!”

“I had to show him we were serious,” said Maddie with a shrug.

“But you shot him! Like actually hurt him!”

“Just his leg, Jack. He’ll heal just fine. At worst, he’ll have a limp.”

“But you—”

“Danny knows how serious we are about our research. It would’ve been suspicious if we went too easy on him. He has to believe that we have absolutely no idea who he really is.”

Jack exhaled loudly as tremors gripped his upper body.

“But it’s interesting that he admitted to having a curfew,” said Maddie, looking up at the sky again. “Not sure if that was a slip or if he just figured we wouldn’t possibly understand what that really meant.”

She pulled out her scanner, reading the display. Jack did not come closer to try to read it himself.

“Looks like he’s heading home,” said Maddie. “Good. He has that math test tomorrow; he really needs to get some sleep. I might have to hire a tutor if he fails again.”

Maddie began walking out of the alley. Jack stared after her.

“Coming, Jack?”

Jack shook himself out of his trance and followed her.

Some Danny Phantom/DC crossover thoughts

So I love these kinds of crossovers, and they vary just because of the different kind of series and canons that exist. And I have very basic knowledge regarding a lot of DC related topics and characters but we all know Batman and usually that’s enough. There’s good Justice League intervening and finding a small ghost child somehow keeping godly creatures of chaos in order with a mere glare, there’s teen titans and Danny interactions, there’s a lot of Danny’s friends and family dying and him getting adopted into these groups, basically you can find so much content.

One of my FAVOURITE concepts is the whole ‘Danny is Batman’s son’, which my favourite execution of it is The Phantom and the Knight by savya398 on Archive of our Own! Why is this my favourite? Why not a ‘Danny is Richard Graysons twin/lost brother? Because Dick is a nice dude, maybe getting serious from time to time but generally? He’s a good bro, makes me think of Jazz and Danny’s relationship.

Now Danny as Batman’s son? Well this has many implications. And my favourite is this makes DAMIEN Danny’s brother. Literal demon spawn finds out he has a brother and it’s DANNY. This child of pure chaos would not be impressed at all with this scrawny, c student mess. How dare this sorry excuse of a teen even be considered in being related to him! Or the great Batman!! The pure feral sibling bonds are to die for.

Even better is that this fic DOESN’T kill everyone off. Which I enjoy very greatly!! So yeah, if you like crossovers between Danny Phantom and Justice league where they don’t kill everyone Danny knows off, this is a good fic!! And while I’m at it, I’m gonna recommend some other really great Danny Phantom/DC fics!

The Meddling Jerkwad League by StrawberryCamel

A series that has the Justice League accidentally medaling while Danny and Tucker slowly finds less reasons not to strangle them all. It’s funny and entertaining!

Ghost Kings and Gotham Bats by BlueGhostCardinal

This is a good one. Phantom gets caught up in Gotham stuff, Danny gets mistaken as Damien, Bruce wants to adopt him naturally, everyone thinks he’s a clone or lost twin or something, and while we are at it, there’s a lot of established ghost lore!! King Danny heck yeah!! As well as the classic batfamily banter!

And so it Ghost by Evandarya

This one has Vlad as Danny’s guardian and Danny looks into getting into collage in Gotham! Of course it goes wrong and attracts the attention of the Batfam as they try to figure out what is going on with this kid that knew a little too much about the villain that attacked.

Operation I’m Totally 300 by I_Am_Toast

This one. Is hilarious I love this fic. It’s just Danny trying to convince the young justice league that he’s an old wise ghost based on the recorded appearances he has of himself in the past. We all know Danny just sucks at improv and so shenanigans are ensued.

Dressed for Death by Nohvarrs

Another great one, Danny ends up in John Constantine’s house and then he can’t seem to stop showing up wherever he goes. Danny’s problems only get more annoying when the Justice League tries to find out who he was before his death.

So yeah! Superheroes and Danny Phantom! I’m a big sucker for Danny Phantom crossovers. Especially since this child is ridiculously OP. He’s like an invasive species. He is a basic teen hero in Amity because he faces people and enemies that have very specialized weapons that can affect him. You drop him anywhere else? Almost nothing can touch him and he’s basically One Punch Man. Amazing.

Y'know, whenever people want to talk about why aspec people 'count' as an oppressed identity, they tend to go for the big stuff like corrective rape and conversion therapy. And like, we should absolutely talk about that stuff. Obviously those things are terrible and important and we need to raise awareness and deal with them.

But I feel like people often gloss over how… quietly traumatising it is to grow up being told that there is only one way to be happy— and that everybody who doesn't conform to that norm is secretly miserable and just doesn't know it— and then to gradually realise that, for reasons that you cannot help, that is never going to happen for you.

You're not going to find a prince/princess and ride off into the sunset. Or if you do, then it's not going to look exactly the way it does in fairytales. You're not going to get a 'normal' relationship, because you are not 'normal', and everybody and everything around you keeps telling you that that's bad.

You see films where characters are presented as being financially stable, genuinely passionate about their work and surrounded by friends and family, but then spend the rest of the plot realising that the real thing they needed was a (romantic and sexual) partner, to make them 'complete'.

You absorb the idea that any relationships you have with allo people will ultimately be unfulfilling on their side, and that this will be your fault (even if you discussed things with your partner beforehand and they decided that they were a-okay with having those sorts of boundaries in a relationship) unless you deliberately force yourself into situations that you aren't comfortable with, so as to make uo for your 'defects'.

You grow up feeling lowkey gaslighted because all the adults in your life (even in LGBT+ spaces. In fact especially in LGBT+ spaces) are insisting that it's totally normal to not be attracted to anybody at your age, and then you go to school and everybody keeps pressuring you to name somebody you're attracted to because they can't imagine not being attracted to anybody at your age.

And then you get older and realise that one day you're going to be expected to leave home, and that one day all your friends are going to be expected to put aside other relationships and 'settle down' with a primary partner and you don't know what you're going to do after that because you straight up don't have a roadmap for what a 'happy ending' looks like for someone like you.

(And the LGBT+ community is little help, because so many people in there are more than happy to tell you that you're not oppressed at all. That you're like this because you don't want to have sex, and/or you don't want to have any relationships, that your orientation is some sort of choice you made— like not eating bananas— rather than an intrinsic part of you that a lot of us have at some point tried to wish away.)

Even if you're grey or demi, and do experience those feelings, you still have to deal with the fact that you're not experiencing them the 'normal' way and that that's going to effect your relationships and your ability to find one in the first place.

If you're aiming for lifelong singlehood (which is valid af) or looking for a qpp, then you're going to have to spend the rest of your life either letting people make wrong assumptions about your situation (at best that your relationship is of a different nature than it actually is, at worst that the life you've chosen is really just a consolation prize because you 'failed' at finding a romantic/sexual partner) or pulling out a powerpoint and several webpages every time you want to explain it.

This what being aspec looks like for most people, and it is constantly minimised as being unimportant and not worth fighting against— even in aspec spaces— because we've all on some level absorbed the idea that oppression is only worth fighting against if it's big, and dramatic, and immediately obvious. That all the little incidents of suffering that we experience on a daily basis are not enough to be worth bothering about.

I mean, who gives a shit if you feel broken, inherently toxic as a partner, and like you're going to be denied happiness because of your orientation? Shouldn't we all just shut up and thank our lucky stars we don't have to deal with all the stuff some of the other letters in the acronym have to put up with (leaving aside the fact that there are many aspec people who identify with more than one letter)?

So you know what? If you're aspec and you relate to anything I've said above (or can think of other things relating your your aspec-ness that I haven't mentioned) then this is me telling you now that it's enough. Even if we got rid of all the big stuff (which we're unlikely to do any time soon because— Shock! Horror!— the big stuff is actually connected to all the small stuff) we would still be unable to consider our fight 'over' because what you are experiencing is not 'basically okay' and something we should just be expected to 'put up with'.

No matter what anybody tells you, we have the right to demand more from life than this.

YyyOOO so the fics you linked for the other anon were LIT 😳👉👈 c-could i ask for some bkdk specific fic reccs as well?? 😭

sure I’d be happy to share more recs !

this is not an advertisement for gorilla glue by bi_focal - 11k complete - deku’s about to do something stupid and bakugou decides to prevent whatever disaster is about to happen by asking awase to weld their hands together, they’re both such little shits in this it’s great

wonder duo, ua bestselling authors by minfresh - 11k complete - after getting in trouble one too many times, aizawa and nedzu decide that instead of house arrest, bakugou and deku have to participate in ua literary club’s creative writing project as coauthors, together they write a action romance buddy cop slowburn <3 10/10

lose it all (with eyes wide open) by ghostwriterofthemachine - 5k complete - bkdk get kidnapped, bakugou’s blinded and deku can’t talk, they’re forced to rely and be codependent with one another by their kidnappers, a bit of brainwashing and lot’s of angst, I enjoyed it bunch!

worm by icythot - 3k complete - “would you still love me if a was a worm?” and quirk accidents,,,, need I say more ?

penny for your thoughts by ladyofsnails- 7k complete - bkdk have been passing a penny back and forth each other since they were kids, whoever is given the penny has to share their thoughts out loud, it’s a very cute fic :’)

sink to swim by cinnabee - 35k complete - bakugou and deku get kidnapped and gotta go through saw like puzzles, not so fun time for them but very fun for me, it’s one of my favourites

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

Star Error VII

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.

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"Star, where have you been?" asked Kwan.

Star took her normal seat at the A-List table in the cafeteria. "Nowhere. Sorry. Just had a thing I needed to care of."

"Aren't you going to eat?" asked Paulina, taking a bite of her chicken salad.

Star looked down at the empty table space in front of her. "Oh. Uh, actually, I already ate."

"What did you eat?" Dash grinned, chewing his food as he spoke. "Fenton's face?"

Star balked. "What kind of a question is that?"

"He walked in literally a minute before you did," said Dash, looking over in Fenton's direction where he was sitting with Manson and Foley a few tables away. "His loser friends were here on time as usual, so that means he was also 'taking care of something.' That 'something' probably being you, right?"

"So you and Danny are really hitting it off, huh?" Paulina playfully elbowed her in the side.

"No!" shrieked Star. "You guys have got it all wrong."

"Star, you don't need to keep denying it." Dash took a huge bite of his burger, a glob of ketchup smearing above his lip. "Paulina's dated him, too. Clearly that nerd's got something going on you girls like."

Paulina made a face. "I don't know what you're talking about, but could you please use a napkin, Dash?"

Dash wiped his mouth with his hand. "Paulina, we all remember that week when you were attached to Fenton's hip and we had to temporarily kick Kwan out of the A-List to make room for him."

"I could never forget," sighed Kwan with a pout.

"You're all crazy," said Paulina. "That never happened."

"Come on, Paulina." Dash took another bite, even more ketchup dribbling down his chin. "Just tell me what that nerd's secret is already. I mean, why would you date him of all people before me?"

Paulina pursed her lips. "Well, for one, he's not gross."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Stop talking with your mouth full, Dash! See, Danny's not a pig like you are."

"That's because Fenton barely eats at all. He's a twig."

"He's not a twig." Paulina looked in Fenton's direction and twirled a lock of her hair. "He's put on some muscle this past year. Don't you agree, Star?"

Star rolled her eyes. "Who's keeping track of that?"

"Look, all I'm saying is, I could kick his ass from one end of this school to the other." Dash sighed. "God, I actually kind of miss whaling on him. Coach said I had to knock it off or I'd get kicked off the team."

"Does Fenton know that?" asked Kwan.

"No, and I'm not gonna tell him." Dash smirked. "I'd rather him live in fear that I could pound him any day now."

"He's not afraid of you, you know," said Star with a shrug.

Dash furrowed his brow. "What did you say?"

"Fenton's not afraid of you," said Star more slowly.

"And just how do you know that?"

"He told me."

"Oh, did he tell you yesterday on your little date?"

"It wasn't a date, as I keep trying to tell you, but yes, it was yesterday at the cafe."

"He was probably just trying to impress you." Dash laughed. "You know, act like he's tough for his new girlfriend. But I think it's real cute that you two are starting to get to know each other so well."

Star wrinkled her nose and pouted.

"So how is he?" Paulina nudged her.

"What? How is who? What do you mean?" asked Star irritably.

"Danny," said Paulina. "I mean, is he a good kisser?"

"Shouldn't you know, Paulina?" asked Dash. "Surely you sucked face with him at least once when you were dating him."

"Shut it, Dash." Paulina glared at him. "I'm asking Star a question."

Dash rolled his eyes and stuffed the last bite of his burger into his mouth. "Yes, Star, please tell us what it's like to kiss one of the biggest geeks in school. We're all dying to know."

"I just want to know if he's better than me," said Kwan anxiously. "He's not, right?"

Everyone looked at her expectantly, waiting. Star chewed the inside of her cheek as her eyes darted between them.

And a few tables over, Fenton was chatting it up with his friends, all smiley because he had the upper hand again.

And then Star got an idea.

"Well, actually…" She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "We haven't kissed yet. Fenton—I mean, Danny says he wants to practice a little more first. You know, to make sure our first kiss is perfect."

"Practice?" Paulina tilted her head.

"Yeah," said Star, grinning. "He has all these dolls and pillows in his room that he likes to practice on. They all have pictures of girls at our school taped to them. He says it makes it feel more authentic."

"Ew, are you serious?" Paulina crossed her hands over her chest and shuddered.

"No way, he doesn't do that, does he?" Kwan's eyes were wide.

"He's got at least a dozen of them," said Star. "He mostly uses pictures of cheerleaders."

"Oh, I have to tell everyone right now." Dash whipped out his phone and began furiously typing out a text message.

"Cheerleaders, so does that mean he has a doll or pillow with my picture on it?" asked Paulina.

"Oh, yeah." Star nodded. "I think he might practice with yours the most."

"Ugh, gross." Paulina stuck out her tongue. "But is it at least a good picture of me?"

Star's smile dropped. "Is it—what?"

"Just tell me it's not that picture of me after I ran that marathon last semester, is it? Where I'm all sweaty and my eyeliner is running?"

"Uh—"

"I know it's been circulating between all the boys, so please just tell me he's not using that one because I really hate it."

Star rolled her eyes. "He's using a great picture of you, don't worry."

Paulina sighed. "Okay, good." She also pulled out her phone. "The other cheerleaders are going to want to know about this, though."

Star smirked triumphantly as Dash and Paulina busily typed away on their phones, then she turned to look at Fenton across the way, catching his eye after just a few moments. She waved at him and flashed her most dazzling smile. Fenton's brow furrowed, his bottom lip sticking out slightly in a puzzled frown.

Star flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned away. The game was back on.

via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a “big f–king operation” across sanctuary cities — including Chicago and New York — immediately after President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.

Starting Jan. 21, multi-day “ground operations” will be launched across cities that have served as safe havens for migrants because the local authorities do not cooperate with the federal government when it comes to immigration issues, sources said.

When this week started, I was full of hope and applying for jobs so I can start over after graduation.

Now it’s Thursday, and I’m finishing the one bottle of wine I own while I cry as I finish a 69 chapter fanfiction I’ve been reading because it’s OVER and WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?

so i'm seeing this post go around quite a bit uncritically with links to straight up donate to ukrainian neo-nazi groups so i'll break it down, here's the post you'll probably see:

here's the contents of one link, calling themselves "freikorps" and using what looks to be an azov battalion insignia as an avatar:

and here's what the azov battalion is if you don't know:

en.m.wikipedia.org

Azov Battalion - Wikipedia

now here's another link this time with with a pic of ppl flying a right sector flag:

if you dont know what right sector is:

en.m.wikipedia.org

Right Sector - Wikipedia

so please don't donate to this shit, the situation isn't just some simple little good guy vs big bad guy thing, if you see someone sharing that post, try sharing this with them bcus they probably don't know