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Not expalining WHY bookburning is bad and WHAT books were targeted has left us with Bookworm uwu girlies treating any art project or act involving destorying/modifying any random ass mass printed novel as if it was a crime against humanity
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S3 wrapped!
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Daken/Fang/Akihiro by Abberationist
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"I’m personally a Holocaust survivor as an infant, I barely survived.
My grandparents were killed in Aushwitz and most of my extended family were killed.
I became a Zionist; this dream of the Jewish people resurrected in their historical homeland and the barbed wire of Aushwitz being replaced by the boundaries of a Jewish state with a powerful army…and then I found out that it wasn’t exactly like that, that in order to make this Jewish dream a reality we had to visit a nightmare on the local population.
There’s no way you could have ever created a Jewish state without oppressing and expelling the local population. Jewish Israeli historians have shown without a doubt that the expulsion of Palestinians was persistent, pervasive, cruel, murderous and with deliberate intent - that’s what’s called the 'Nakba' in Arabic; the 'disaster' or the 'catastrophe'.
There’s a law that you cannot deny the Holocaust, but in Israel you’re not allowed to mention the Nakba, even though it’s at the very basis of the foundation of Israel.
I visited the Occupied Territories (West Bank) during the first intifada. I cried every day for two weeks at what I saw; the brutality of the occupation, the petty harassment, the murderousness of it, the cutting down of Palestinian olive groves, the denial of water rights, the humiliations...and this went on, and now it’s much worse than it was then. It’s the longest ethnic cleansing operation in the 20th and 21st century.
I could land in Tel Aviv tomorrow and demand citizenship but my Palestinian friend in Vancouver, who was born in Jerusalem, can’t even visit! So then you have these miserable people packed into this, horrible…people call it an 'outdoor prison', which is what it is. You don’t have to support Hamas policies to stand up for Palestinian rights, that’s a complete falsity.
You think the worse thing you can say about Hamas, multiply it by a thousand times, and it still will not meet the Israeli repression and killing and dispossession of Palestinians.
And 'anybody who criticises Israel is an anti-Semite' is simply an egregious attempt to intimidate good non-Jews who are willing to stand up for what is true."
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(Thank you to @realityphobia for requesting this fic!)
“Is journalism a popular career for superheroes?” Ma wondered.
Clark’s super-speed came to a halt, on his knees in the freshly-composted field. “What?”
“Not every superhero can be a princess or a billionaire,” she said. “They’ve got to have day jobs, most of them.” She was sitting on a fence post made out of a thick log, nursing an enormous cup of coffee.
“Not all of them,” Pa said, dropping seeds into soil much slower than his son. “Some of them are aliens.”
Ma and Clark looked at each other.
“Alien aliens,” he clarified.
“Aliens still need groceries,” Ma said.
“Do they?” Pa asked.
“We do,” Clark confirmed.
“I didn’t mean you,” Pa said, but Clark made a noncommittal noise that passively indicated that his father did not get to decide when Clark did and did not count as an alien.
“Those Lanterns get paid, don’t they?” Pa asked.
“You sound very sure of yourself,” Clark said.
“It’s a job,” Pa said. “They’re space cops, answering to an alien government. I heard about it on YouTube.”
“You need to stop watching those videos,” Ma warned.
“The Lantern Corps doesn’t pay,” Clark said.
“Maybe not in Earth money,” Pa said.
“How’re they gonna spend it if it’s not Earth money?” Ma demanded.
“Let’s not have this conversation again,” Clark interrupted, before anyone could say anything about space capitalism.
“Just doesn’t seem right to have unpaid interns as space cops, is all,” Pa said. He turned his seed packet upside-down, but nothing else came out. Clark disappeared with a wake of wind and reappeared with another packet.
“It’s a volunteer position,” Clark said, handing the seeds off to his father, “just like Superman.”
“Superman doesn’t have a boss,” Pa said.
“I don’t think the Lanterns have bosses, necessarily.”
“They oughta unionize,” Pa said. Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaving dirt smudged there.
“There’s gotta be a lot of private detectives in your line of work,” Ma said. “Right? I think that’s what I’d do, if I was being a superhero anyway.” She seemed a little wistful about it.
“I… there’s a couple,” Clark admitted, since it felt vague enough to be safe.
“Any Earth cops?” Pa wondered.
“Oh, that doesn’t seem ethical,” Ma said. “Cops dressing up and getting evidence without a warrant.”
“Ma, none of us have warrants,” Clark said.
“That’s different,” she said. “There aren’t cops, are there?”
“You know I can’t tell you about people’s identities,” Clark said.
Ma gasped. “There are!”
“I never said that.”
“You’d have said if there weren’t!”
“He’s not that kind of cop,” Clark said, giving up on secrecy. “He’s a forensic investigator and he keeps his jobs separate.”
“Hmm.” Ma narrowed her eyes suspiciously but didn’t press the issue.
“Bet there’s bloggers,” Pa said with a knowing nod. “They don’t have to wear pants.”
“I’m not clear on why you think that’s relevant.”
Pa tapped his temple, depositing celery seed into his hair. “Think about it.”
“I think you’ve got the right of it,” Ma said, and Pa looked vindicated. “Not for the right reasons,” she added, and Pa wilted. “That kinda thing’s gotta be more likely than holding down a nine-to-five when you’re fighting robots in long johns.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds like the robots are wearing long johns,” Clark pointed out.
“Do they not?” Ma asked.
“Which YouTubers are in the League?” Pa asked. “Any that I watch?”
“Pa.”
“Is it Leo? I bet it’s Leo.”
“I don’t know who that is.”
“You oughta set up a commune,” Ma decided. “Then you can all be heroes full time, instead of worrying about rent and such,” she said. “Use your powers to be self-sufficient and all.”
“Ma, that's—people can live at the Watchtower, if they want.” Clark felt that this was an important clarification. “No one wants to. It’s not close enough to anything, nothing delivers. Even if it wasn’t so isolated, I don’t think anyone would want to join a commune with each other. Didn’t you burn down your last commune?”
Pa snorted.
“Threatened to,” Ma said. “Not that they wouldn’t have deserved it if I had.”
“I don’t think you should be advocating communal living with your history, is all I’m saying,” Clark said.
“I’m a special case,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose.
“She doesn’t work well with others,” Pa said, leaning on the fence.
“I do, too!” she insisted, threatening to kick him with one of her boots but failing to reach.
“Donna,” Pa began.
“The hell with her, anyway,” Ma said before he could say anything else. “That doesn’t mean anything, no one worked well with Donna. Donna didn’t work. Just wanted to look like she was walking the walk, but when it was her turn to help with the corn, she was busy painting signs. It can’t all be painting signs!”
“Yeah, well,” Pa began.
“It’s still a good idea,” Ma insisted. “Not every commune’s gonna have a Donna.”
“I think they do,” Pa sighed. “There’s always a Donna.”
“I don’t think Bruce is going to want to join the Justice Commune.”
“He’s a billionaire,” Ma said. “You can exclude the one billionaire.”
“Three.” Clark paused. “That I know of.”
Ma scowled over her coffee. “I’m nice about Bruce because I like him,” she warned, “but I don’t like you hanging out with that crowd.”
“At least one of those billionaires is a socialist.”
“Now that just doesn’t make any dang sense.”
“He might be the Donna, actually.” Clark checked his phone. “I need to get home and shower before work.” He swept his parents up in a hug. “Want me to swing by over lunch?”
“We’ve got it handled,” Pa assured him.
“Text me if you need anything,” Clark said, lifting off the ground.
“Have fun at work,” Ma said with a wave, before he took off in earnest and disappeared into the sky. She reached over, and brushed celery seed out of Pa’s hair.
“I bet Leo’s the guy with the bow,” Pa said. “I know he didn’t say that, but I feel like it was implied.”
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Guys I think this might be consensual
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The ideal ship dynamic is a tall, gorgeous, talented brunette with a disregard for social cues, who stands apart even among their own people, and a slightly traumatized Chris Pine
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When Laura finds out what happened to Akihiro - I will be so livid if her reaction anything less than this.
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the inherent homoeroticism of abandoning your boy for a second time, only this time it’s because you love him and want to protect him, but you can’t tell him that so you have to let him think you’ve turned your back on him again
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What's distressing, but also important to understand, about JK Rowling hitting the "Denying trans people were targeted in the Holocaust" point is that it's kind of the last stop before she just goes full alt-right weirdo.
Joanne is denying the Holocaust (if a group was targeted, denying they were targeted is Holocaust denial) and that's going to lead to pushback from historians and experts. But Joanne is too deep in to believe what anyone who disagrees with her says, so she's just going to dismiss what those historians and experts tell her. And once she's disbelieving them about that one thing, well it's just a tiny step to start disbelieving them about other things.
This isn't by accident either, transphobic circles are swarming with far right agitators, ready to use hatred of trans people as an in to recruit people into their causes. They have handbooks for this sort of thing and they are, unfortunately, good at it. I suspect Joanne will be spouting coded versions of Great Replacement stuff by the end of the summer.
This is not a plea to try and pull Joanne out. She's too deep in, and even if she wasn't, she's already demonstrated an inability to examine her own prejudices, an unwillingness to hear criticism and a weakness to flattery. She is perfect recruitment bait for people who know what they're doing, and my impression is she's surrounded herself with people like that.
No, this is to understand two things: First is to use her as an example, to understand how a well meaning liberal can chase their own prejudices down a very dark rabbit hole. We are none of us immune to propaganda and even if we can't change what's happened to her, we can at least use it to protect ourselves.
And second is to understand that one of the main reasons you can't pull Joanne out of the transphobic pipeline is cause she is the pipeline now. She is the transphobic banner bearer now, she is funneling money and attention to these groups, she is their most famous celebrity and she is helping recruit people. Being able to show people how far she's gone, how deep into the right wing rabbit hole she's going, is important to help other people who still think she just "Had some concerns" know where her path leads.
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My niece met an actor. I still don't know what she means by this, and I don't wanna know (it's funnier this way).
He was nice, pretty pumped and engaged with a kid who was watching something above her grade.
(Names changed for reasons)
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The Kate Middleton mysteries, as channelled by Emery Robin (from here):
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My niece met an actor. I still don't know what she means by this, and I don't wanna know (it's funnier this way).
He was nice, pretty pumped and engaged with a kid who was watching something above her grade.
(Names changed for reasons)
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his tattoo looks wrong but he's so pretty here
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