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i'm going to say this one more time !!
STOP
bashing
people's
writing styles
it doesn't matter WHAT point of view you write in . imagine being so full of it you genuinely think you have the right to tell people how to write . they have every right to use first person , third person - and you know what ? i'm proud of you all for writing fanfictions . people on the internet can be such assholes , oh my god . keep going . ignore them . they don't like it ? nobody's forcing them to read your stories . they're ignorant and trolling if they're reading it purely to hate on what viewpoint it's written in.
i’m only going to say it one more time:
stop.
writing.
fanficiton.
in.
first.
person.
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[ You know El’s treated like shit in this fandom when a good chunk of the fanbase is so into Byler and other ships with children that they legit want El to sacrifice herself completely at the end of the series or die from her powers, somehow, to get their own shipper happy ending. ]
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millie bobby brown as eleven icons
do not steal . if you use , like / reblog + credit .
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i tried to explain what generational trauma is to someone recently and they were like “oh so because something happened historically, you get to have issues about it now?” and no.... that’s not what that is.
when i was in 8th grade, on my class trip to washington dc, we visited the holocaust museum. it’s a wonderful, extensive, informative place, and it’s a beautiful tribute to the victims. as a jewish kid, i knew what the holocaust was. i’d faced antisemetism every day of my life, and will continue to do so. i knew what had happened to my ancestors not too long ago.
but when i stood in that museum. in the recreation of the cattle trains used to move us to the camps. in the recreation of an auschwitz cabin, staring at the map of the camp. when i saw the pile of shoes and jewelry taken from the victims. when i learned how their hair, so very much like mine, was cut for having texture. and how their teeth were pulled for the gold fillings. i had a panic attack.
it was embarrassing, but i was a shitty little 8th grader, and i tried to hide it. but I couldn’t breathe. it was like there was a band around my chest the entire time i was in the museum. i was surrounded by ghosts, by the whispers of emaciated men and trapped women and crying children.
what is generational trauma?
it’s the psychological idea that trauma can be passed down through multiple different ways. trauma can change you significantly, even rewrite neural pathways and physically change how you think. that, paired with the cycle of subconsciously sharing our trauma with our children, as well as mixing with the trauma we learn as we grow, leads to some really rough patches in our relationships with our identites.
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this is a really great 4 minute video from the healing foundation about the trauma carried by aboriginal people in Australia. tw for some really heavy topics, but all presented in a relaxed and serious environment.
what do we do?
well, honestly, i don’t know. it’s not like we’re gonna stop sharing our stories with our descendants, nor our histories. we can’t get rid of things related to our identities that give us our own trauma, the bigotry we face unfortunately isn’t going anywhere.
but being aware of your generational trauma is a good step. it’s not just being “sad” or “sensitive” to history. it’s our history still affecting us today. when your indigenous friends are made upset by discussions of colonization, when your black friends feel the weight of a millenia of racism placed on their shoulders, when your gay friends ask you to please stop using that word, when your trans friends see another historical figure deadnamed and misgendered, when your jewish friends can’t talk about the Shoah without their voices breaking.
so why the fuck are you lecturing us?
our murdered ancestors live on in us, in our eyes, our hearts. we are reminded of them constantly, made painfully aware of who we are and how many people hate us.
we were not supposed to survive, and if most of the world had their way, we wouldn’t have. (no, the allies were not heroes of wwii, you turned us away at your borders and continue to let us die from nazis today. if america had had the option, they wouldn’t have given a shit about jewish victims, but that’s a whole other essay i could write)
it’s time to start acknowledging the past, acknowledging your generational trauma and the trauma of those around you. i’m not making up an excuse to “have issues”. at the time i’m writing this, october 2020, i’m 17. i have felt this weight my entire life, and i will continue to shoulder it, as will everyone else.
my point is, maybe we can shoulder that weight together. maybe then it won’t weigh us down as badly. we have solidarity, and we are tough, and resilient, and strong, and beautiful. your generational trauma is something to be aware of, but not ashamed of. we can do this—change the world for the better. we can break the cycle so our descendants don’t feel as we do.
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reblog if you’re part of the holy trinity of ignored sexualities
pansexual, bisexual, asexual
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The only good thing about 2020 was being a swiftie
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anyone please ask your crush out like this
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Hazel Scott playing two pianos at the same damn time with ease
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAYLOR SWIFT (December 13th, 1989)
“I think sadness can be cozy. It can obviously be traumatic and stressful, too, but I kind of was trying to lean into sadness that feels like somehow enveloping in not such a scary way — like nostalgia and whimsy incorporated into a feeling like you’re not all right. Because I don’t think anybody was really feeling like they were in their prime this year. Isolation can mean escaping into your imagination in a way that’s kind of nice.”
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this ... my brain went 🥰
SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR \ a wip introduction !
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they say interdimension is about life. giving it to those who cannot find it themselves - those among the galaxy who have power running through their blood. which is why aerith nealon - living in a body that interacts with the very fabric of reality - is an outlier. her greatness dependent on a story set out for her : preordained saviour. martyr.
no, she's destined for death. the result of a flawed system that hid its flaws well. just not well enough.
when the most cataclysmic of these imperfections is exposed, the tiny fissures in the setup manifest into cracks. and in them, she finds a window of opportunity. of CHANGE. and she takes it - unexpectedly flanked by her award worthy strategist of a best friend, a shapeshifter with an attitude, and an irritatingly gorgeous siren vessel.
but far from home, aerith can see how deep this runs. she fears they're liable to making what they can't afford to: mistakes. sees every problem and no solution. this isn't the sugarcoated battle everybody presented her with. this is destruction.
and even though she can stop it, destruction is precisely what aerith's destined to meet. she's not sure she can keep outrunning it.
- INFORMATION
genre : ya, sci - fi with fantasy-ish influences, romance
status : plotting/outlining/ first draft
themes + tropes: power & corruption, self love, frenemies to lovers, forced heroism, war + its impacts, self sacrifice, betrayal, revolution
trigger warnings: (tbd, but atm mild) gore
characters so far :
aerith nealon ! reality weaving and urges for altruism, taking the shape of a girl carving a new destiny - through a war - with her bare hands.
aoki tabrizi ! the general's daughter who acts on impulse, and whose almost as pretty as her magical, (potentially) catatonia inducing voice.
knox albright ! the ( previously ! ) overlooked strategist whose tactics have saved interdimension's ass a record amount of times. an mvp who knows their mind is a force to be reckoned with.
harper quaice ! one with shapeshiting abilities powerful enough to fool people into ignoring the wounds gifted from her words.
xesnol ! aerith's alien companion with the advantage of looking less dangerous than he is.
nequita ! the (not so) person made of thin, unsettlingly familiar, carnivorous smiles and plans as intricate and unclear as his intentions.
platforms at which it will be shared / have aspects on: wattpad, personal blog: @lylahnotlaylah . extras (u/c), more to potentially be added.
format inspired by @liarede !
taglist : @liarede ; @mouwwie ; @fartistically ; @noxstories \ please like or reblog the post to be added to the taglist ! dm to be removed.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER TILLY
September 16, 1958
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basically : me @ gotham killing jerome ( twice ) ( i'll get hate for this but then you give us a shitty , pale loser as a replacement ??? wtf )
me @ stranger things killing billy
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watching my favourite show and pretending nothing bad is happening
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