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peepingcreek · 1 year
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Just watched the john Oliver show about solitary confinement and it was super triggering. Im so fucking angry at out world for creating something so monstrous and horrible and TOLERATING and SUSTAINING the practice. As someone who was put in a hospital against their will for a month, the frustration and anger of being incarcerated is blood boiling. The rage and panic I felt about keeping my behavior good so that I will be seen as compliant and that I can earn my freedom was soul crushing. Never knowing if something else was going to go wrong or they were going to put me on an other medication. This country this economy, the politics the deliberately fueled confusion that people in power stir up just to line their wallets. All of these atrocities that they have done with my tax money ( that I have to file myself no-matter) everyone is constantly paranoid that they are about to fall off a cliff financially, emotionally (or maybe literally shoutout to our failing infrastructure) and we just have to keep buying things on amazon, worrying about how fat we are, making mundane conversations with people we don’t really know.
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nonbinary-vents · 3 months
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There’s been a distinct shift in how leftist Jew haters are starting to express their Jew hatred and it’s… very back to the old days, to put it lightly. It’s two specific things that I’ve seen. The more moderate stance of ‘it’s so terrible that the bad Jews are playing into Jew hating canards, how dare they!!’ which, just… ugh. And then you have the extremes, the ones who say ‘yeah, I hate Jews, but it’s their fault because of them being the scum of humanity’, it’s the ‘Hitler hated Jews for shit they didn’t do but I hate Jews for shit they did do!’ (a direct quote taken from someone who I can only describe as completely deranged)
And, honestly, seeing this shift has kind of broken me
At this point, there is no denial left. There is no going back. The pretences are starting to be dropped, people are becoming more and more comfortable with their Jew hatred being about Jews, and they’ve realised that it’s acceptable to say that out loud. All they need to do is say it’s our fault, and they get a free pass. We are fully back in the nineteenth century, all we’re missing is the ‘no dogs, no Jews’ signs (oh wait— what’s that about a bar in America banning all (((Zionists)))?) and the pogroms that go with it (oh no, what’s that about Russia, Dagestan, an airport, and a hotel?). We’re back in mid twentieth century Iran, where Jews are stuck between a country not yet legally aggressive to us, and all of the people in said country who want us dead
I don’t think things in the west are at the level of nineteenth century Europe yet, just in the style. But I’m also smart, I’m also connected to my history. My safta left Iran in 1951, at the age of ten, because her family saw what was happening. Ninety thousand other Jews in Iran saw it too. They caught on and they left. And then two decades later the revolution happened, and now our family can’t even visit without being executed. Many Jews have convinced themselves that we’ve assimilated, that were just like everyone else, that were safe. But we’re not safe. We are a people who have been persecuted and expelled and massacred for over two thousand years, it’s not going to suddenly stop now. And now that the people who are supposed to be fighting to keep us safe have started killing us, we have nobody but each other
I don’t think everyone should pack up and leave their countries right now. But I do think you should have a suitcase ready
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ittybluebell · 5 months
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*opens my trench coat* psst hey c'mere i've got gt pose refs
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*shaking my post like a bag of treats* pspspspsps
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minecraft · 8 months
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Imagine being an on-call combat mecha pilot who just finished up customizing your mecha's custom paintjob and you're sent to eliminate an unknown biological threat but when you get there it's like basically your standard fare European style dragon and you're somewhat hesitant to kill it outright so you shoot it cable wires to tie it up and unexpectedly the dragon is able to interface with your neural communications interface and you can tell as it looks up at you that it's attracted to you and enjoying this a bit too much. what then huh. punk
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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months
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I think sometimes people need a little reminder about this scene and how important it is in showing us how the dynamic between Arthur and Mary worked.
The feelings between them are solely mutual, nobody is taking advantage of the other, and they actually talk about it. They have the maturity to admit how much they wanted things to be different, and they agree that it's all in the past now.
Mary doesn't demand his help or beg on her knees. She asked sincerely because that's still her father, no matter how he treats her. Arthur knows this, he knows how important (what's left of) her family is to her. He put his feelings about her father aside because he wants to help.
Even despite how their lives had changed over the years, they still cared so much about eachother. After losing her husband, her brother going back to college, her mother not being around anymore and her father still being abusive, Mary was fucking lonely.
She was so miserable and if there was anybody left that she could trust, it would absolutely be Arthur.
And it hurts because so much between them was left unsaid, it's just that Arthur took it to the grave.
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otomiyaa · 4 months
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Posting this separately, cuz mood.
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gayvampyr · 2 years
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“queer spaces should be inclusive of people who don’t enjoy sex and who have “strange”, negative or repulsed relationships with sex” and “sex is an important aspect of lgbt community, history, and activism and queer people should be allowed and able to talk freely about sex without stigma or shame” are ideas that can and should coexist.
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humapkehaikaun · 6 months
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I take it personal when innocent live is lost, I am hurt because as society we failed again to tell him, that it's okay to do whatever you want, whatever you want to be. If you can't spread love please don't spread hate.
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To all those people who trolled him, I hope this haunt you forever, who the hell are you to tell others how to live, how to be a boy or a girl. To all those I want to say just try to be a "Better Human First" please be kind. He always says no matter what people say about you please don't give up, do whatever you like, whatever you want, is mentally tortured, bullied and abused by the youth of social media users. He had a supportive mother, but imagine how much this child was going through that her support wasn't enough for him to live. hope that this sweet innocent boy rest in peace. Just keep scrolling if you don't like.
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menlove · 4 months
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half this website really is like
gender is fake! tear down the gender binary! identify as anything you want!! it's a social construct!
........sexuality, on the other hand.... now THAT'S immutable, ancient, and sacred. these definitions are set in stone and real and everyone must follow them exactly or you are being xyz-phobic. what do you mean we're still just enforcing the gender binary. no no THIS time the gender essentialism is true and good and anything else is gross :/
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puretopia · 6 months
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Converting Glimmerbrook's old academy of magic building into apartments for all my occult sims to live in since that world is SO ridiculously small.
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tricoufamily · 6 months
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the culling
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whumpprentice · 14 days
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A character with enhanced healing having their bones broken and forced to heal wrong that's it that's the post
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okboomer17 · 7 days
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just thank you for making me fall in love with women's football. it’s you and will always be you. I’m forever grateful for everything, keep shining Viv ❤️🐐
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the-broken-pen · 3 months
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“I’ve never used a gun before,” the hero swallowed, mouth dry. They had never needed to, but now—
The villain’s head lolled over to look at them. A lazy grin spread across their face.
“Don’t worry,” they held the hero’s gaze, unflinching. “I have.”
The gun went off. Across the room, one of their enemies dropped, blood splattering against the wall.
Still, the villain didn’t break eye contact, content to shoot without looking. They hit their target every time, but still—
“Can you please look where you’re pointing that thing?”
“Why,” the villain tipped their head, and that shit eating grin was back, “Am I making you nervous, hero?”
The hero grimaced as the villain sent another target sprawling onto the floor. Surely they had to run out of ammo eventually?
When the hero didn’t respond, the villain laughed.
“Oh, I am. Well, that’s adorable, frankly.”
The hero flinched at the next gunshot, and the villain nodded their head towards the hero’s gun. “If you were to—and bear with me this is a crazy idea—help me, this would be over with way faster.”
The hero looked down to their gun, shifting it side to side in their hands. It didn’t look all that hard. Point, aim, shoot. They could do that, right?
They lifted their gun, aiming at the nearest combatant—
The villain slid to a stop next to them, tsking, and their hand settled onto the hero’s gun too quickly for them to see. “Not-no not quite like that,” they hummed in the hero’s ear, and though they couldn’t see their face, the hero knew they were amused. 
The hero’s jaw clenched with irritation.
“First,” the villain murmured, far too close, “Safety needs to be off.” They clicked something on the hero’s gun, repositioning the hero’s hands as they did. “Second,” they continued, and the hero shivered. “Don’t aim at me, love. You like me too much to kill me.”
“You’re awfully sure about that.”
The villain half rested their chin on the hero’s shoulder, batting their eyes. Their free arm jerked up, firing a shot behind them at someone who had evidently gotten too close to the two of them.
“I am,” they grinned. Their hand rested over the hero’s once more. “Now, aim,” they guided the hero’s hand towards the nearest enemy. Their finger slipped over the hero’s on the trigger. “And shoot.” They pulled down on the trigger, trapping the hero’s finger underneath theirs, so when the gun fired, they fired it together. The hero winced.
It was louder than the hero had thought it would be.
Across the room, the body dropped.
“Good,” the villain praised, voice low, and something stirred in the hero’s chest. “Again, love.”
They guided the hero through the motions once more.
By the time there was no one left to fight, the villain was staring at them with a look they couldn’t decipher. It was all encompassing. Hungry. Wild.
The hero cleared their throat, and the villain smirked like they knew what the hero was doing.
They eyed the hero, still with that look on their face.
“God, you’re pretty with a gun in your hand,” the villain cursed. They stepped closer. The hero didn’t move, holding their breath as the villain wiped a splattering of blood off their face. “Pretty covered in blood, too, but that might be a bit too insane for you, hm?”
The hero’s face went hot. It wasn’t, they thought. They wanted to kiss the villain so badly they worried it might be a sickness, twisting their mind, something terminal. But still, that smile—
The villain stepped away. They scanned the hero’s blushing face, and grinned harder at whatever they saw.
Gently, they took the gun from the hero’s hands, vanishing it behind their back.
“The next time you need someone to show you how to shoot, give me a call,” they nodded towards the hero’s hands. “I wouldn’t want someone else touching my hero, now would I?”
The hero couldn’t stop the smile that spread across their face.
The villain winked, stepped back, and was gone.
My hero.
Oh, the hero was well and truly fucked.
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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I know the gang cares about Arthur and they knew his sickness was serious and it's part of the narrative and whatnot, but really would it have killed them to just offer the occasional "is there anything you need Arthur?" or "anything we can do to help?" or even "how are you feeling today?" - I'm sure Arthur would rather be pestered slightly than have his rapid illness get straight up ignored yknow?
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thetinylittlespider · 12 days
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Ok so, little stupid here.
You find a wild tiny, thet cant communicate to you, but you manage to build some trust in them, you let them in your home, show them you are a good person, they are safe...
They see your home as a paradise, food, security, supplies, limitless, and of course...your friendship...Over the days you both spend nice afternoons, they move into your walls, perhaps even free to roam the kitchen...
And one day, when you are giving the signal for them to come and get some food...they decided it was cool to tell their clan about you and this place.
And you get to see some shit like this:
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