#and another that was like ''WhY iS iT sUdDeNlY nOt RaCiSm If It'S aGaInSt ThE bRiTiSh''

[fallingdownhell]

If it's no bother the whole meeting family and sister being favoured ordeal but with Wanderer, Xiao, Childe and Tighnari please! Yummy comfort...🤤

Honestly.. I did my best with it, but I don't know if I'll do another addition to this from now on. It feels like I'm always writing the exact same thing, and I feel like it's getting boring and repetitive...

Let me know what you think about it, please, because I really don't know.

Characters Included: Wanderer; Xiao; Tighnari

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; reader has a sister; hurt/comfort; mention of past (child) abuse; mention of child neglect; insults; slight racism against Tighnari; not proofread yet

Word count: 3,7k words

Requested by: @ahtopoteyto

Enjoy everyone<3

Wanderer

When you suddenly hit him with the question of wether he wanted to meet your parents or not, he was confused and slightly shocked. From what he had gathered over the time you've been dating, you did not have a very good connection with your parents.

You never really talked about them or told him stories about your childhood. The first few times he asked you about them, he vividly remembers how your face became pale and you simply stating that you didn't want to talk about this. So he let it be, not bothering you with it anymore.

So for you to suddenly ask him this after months of not even mentioning anything related to this subject, he found it highly suspicious.

"Where's this coming from so suddenly?", he asks, taking your hand and sitting you down on the couch next to him. He can already tell how much it cost you to simply ask him that question.

"W-well... I just thought that maybe it's something you'd want. I mean.. normally, in relationships, you introduce your parnters to your parents. So, I thought, maybe we should do that, too..?"

You sounded so meek and unsure of yourself, he hated to see you like this. He may not know the full story about what happened between you and your parents, but if it made you that uncomfortable just talking about them, then that's all he needed to know. He would never knowingly put you through something horrible.

So, to reassure you, he circled his arms around you, pulling you against his chest while placing his chin on top of your head as he just held you like this. "Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do. Our relationship isn't exactly normal anyways. I don't care about meeting your parents. You don't like them, that's enough for me to also dislike them."

That made you laugh a bit, and he also relaxed a bit, knowing that if that could make you laugh, you were already feeling a bit better.

"Even so.. I think you should know why I don't have contact with them anymore..", you quietly spoke after some time.

"Only if you want to tell me. You don't have to force yourself.", was his answer, but you insisted, finally wanting him to know, since you've already kept it to yourself for so long.

And so, you told him about all the things you went through when you were younger, still living with and depending on your parents. You told him how you were the oldest child of your parents, and for a while, everything was good. There were normal, loving and even spoiled you a bit as a child.

But when you were 6 years old, your parents decided to have a second child, and so, your sister was born when you were 7. And suddenly, it was like you didn't exist anymore.

Your parents focused all their love and attention towards your baby sister, leaving you to figure things out by yourself. They at least still provided food for you, but anything else you were left to your own devices.

By the time you were 12 years old, you were practically living by yourself, though you were still in your parents house. You were cooking your own meals, doing your own laundry, managing school stuff and all that your parents were supposed to do for you.

Your sister was only 5 years old, she was just a happy child and didn't know about the clear favouritism and neglect going on. She was just a sweet child that wanted to play with her sister. You couldn't hate her, since she didn't do anything wrong.

From time to time, you tried to get your parents attention, either with your grades or other achievements, but they always brushed you aside to focus on your sister, since they claimed she needed their attention more than you did.

It hurt, and you kept on trying and trying, until eventually, you realised that it had no sense and you just stopped. You knew that they would never love you like they did with your sister. So, as soon as you could, you started a part time job to save up some money, so you could leave when you needed to.

The older you and your sister got, the more she also became aware of the favouritism. Luckily, it didn't grow over her head, and she tried her best to get your mom and dad to focus on you, too. But they never did. Instead, your sister spent time with you, which you were really greatful for.

When the time came, you were old enough and had enough money saved, you left your home. You told no one, except for your sister. She was sad to see you leave, but she understood why you did it, and wished you the best of luck. Even to this day, you hold some sort of loose contact to her.

Your parents however? You haven't heard a word from them since you've left. You weren't even sure if they've noticed your dissapearance, if they even remembered that they had an older child. But you were glad, you didn't want anything to do with them in the first place.

While listening to your story, Wanderer felt himself get more and more angry on your behalf. How dare they treat their own child in such a way? What kind of a parent would do such a thing?

He was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists. He wanted so bad to make them pay for what they did to you. But then he focused back on you, still in his arms, sobbing as you were telling him your story. No matter how much you reassured him that you were fine, it was still affecting you.

So instead, he focused and channeled his anger into the love and worry he had for you. He tightend his hold around you, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry you had to live through something like that. But that's all in the past. You're here now, with me. You've achieved so much for yourself and by yourself, so you can be proud of you. And I'll be by your side for each and every step in the future. I won't let something like this ever happen to you again. And if you ever want me to pay your parents a little visit... let me know."

That last statement brought him a small hit to his side, but he merely laughed it off.

You'd always be his number one. Forever and always..

Xiao

Having an Adeptus as your boyfriend, the Guardian of Liyue himself at that, you tried to spend as much time with him as you possibly could. For you, that meant spending ever second of your free time in or around Wangshu Inn, sometimes even spending the night there despite having your own living place.

Xiao appreciated this gesture of yours. You knew that he liked the Inn as his place of operation, and you didn't want to force him into spending time at your place, when he would only be anxious the entire time. So it was a compromise you were willing to make.

Today was a nice summer day. You were dressed in soft clothing, allowing the occaisonal gust of wind to cool your skin down as you were standing on the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn, observing the scenery before you. Xiao was currently out somewhere, so you had decided to wait for him here.

While you were observing, leaning your body against the railing, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a pair of arms came around from behind you, encircling your body as his hands found purchase on the railing, next to yours.

You immediately recognized him, a smile spreading as you felt his body leaning against yours, his soft lips pressing against your exposed shoulder.

"You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to lean to far over and falling to your death.", he mumbled, staying close to you, searching for the physical contact.

You loved how openly he showed his love and affection to you when it was just the two of you, no one else around to witness this soft moment of his. "I'm sure you'd catch me before anything could happen to me.", you reply, intertwining your hand with his.

"And you'd be absolutely right."

You smile but don't say anything more as you stay with him like this, enjoying the way his body feels against yours. If only this moment could last forever...

But alas, it didn't last nearly as long as you'd want it to. Soon enough, you could hear some shouting from below, coming from the reception. You heard the Boss Lady, Verr, call after someone. "Sir, please! You can't just barge up there!"

But whoever that man was, he just ignored her as both you and Xiao could hear the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. With one last look at each other, you break apart to an appropriate distance, figuring that whoever this was was probably here to seek the help of the Adeptus.

However, as the man arrived at the top balcony, your breath got caught in your throat as you recognized the man standing in front of you.

His eyes found yours, and you saw a glimpse of something wash over his face that you couldn't quite name. Xiao also noticed this, choosing to remain silent for now, but closely watching both of you. He may not know who this man was, but it was obvious to him that you recognized him.

"Dad?", you then asked, still hoping that this was just some bad dream you'd wake up from any second now.

"(Name)! I finally found you! You weren't at home, so I've been searching everywhere for you."

The man, your father, made a step towards you, but as soon as he did, you also took a step back. The motion didn't go unnoticed by Xiao. You were clearly uncomfortable with your father being here, so he was preparing to step in the second things threatened to go out of control.

"What do you want?", you ask him, not wanting to spend any more time in this mans presence than you absolutely have to.

"What, a father can't visit his child?", he asked, letting out a chuckle, but everyone present could tell how fake it sounded.

"Just tell me what you want already."

Your father threw you a glare, but relented nonetheless. "Fine then. Your mother and I were hoping for a bit of financial aid from you. Your sister wants to study at the Academiya of Sumeru, but we lack the money to help her with that. We heard that you were doing pretty good for yourself, so, naturally, you'd help out your family a bit. Right?"

The last word sounded almost threatening, like refusing would cause you serious consequences. You knew that tone in your fathers voice all too well, having been "disciplined" by him most of your life if you ever dared refuse him.

This entire situation was almost laughable to you. You haven't had contact with either your parents or your sister in years, since you finally left their home for good. And now, after years of silence, they suddenly remember you, only to come crawling and begging for money. Which they plan to spend on your sister.

As it always was. It's always been her over you.

"..No.", you say after a few seconds of silence. Hearing your answer, your fathers forced smile drops and he stares at you, like he couldn't believe the word that just left your mouth.

"What did you say?", he asked, his voice ice cold and you flinched a bit, hiding a bit behind Xiao as you were still scared of this man, but you refused to subject yourself to him again.

"I said No. I'm not giving you any money."

Your response was hanging in the air for a bit, when suddenly, anger started to show on your fathers face and he then began lunging towards you, one arm raised as if to slap you.

"You ungrateful, little-!", he yelled and was about to take a swing at you, when suddenly, within the blink of an eye, he was laying on the floor, face pushed onto the ground, with Xiao standing over him, restraining your fathers hands.

"You will not put your hands on them. I won't allow it."

Your father was cursing and screaming, trying to escape the hold Xiao had him in. But the more he struggled, the more force Xiao put into holding him down, which only worsened the curses thrown at the both of you.

Witnessing this, the reality of what would have happened to you if Xiao wasn't there with you sank in, and you felt your knees giving out, sinking to the floor as tears subconsciously began to run down your cheeks.

Noticing this, Xiao quickly reassed the situation as he leaned down to your father. "Leave. And don't you dare ever come back. If I see or hear you bothering them ever again, I won't be so mercyful next time."

Then, he let go of your father and rushed to your side, checking in on you. Your father cursed some more as he finally got to his feet again and quickly left the scene, and hopefully, your life as well.

You on the other hand, were a mess right now. Tears running down, you were sobbing as you held onto Xiao like your life depended on him. He let it happen, soothingly running a hand along your back as he just held you, letting you cry it all out.

After you've calmed down again, he just has to talk about what just happened. "I take it this happened more than once to you?", he asked softly, referencing the moment your father tried to lay hands on you.

You couldn't say the words, so you just nodded as a response. Xiao felt anger rising in his chest, but he held it under control focusing on you, since you needed him right now.

"What else has he done to you?"

And so, with shaky breath and lots of pauses in between, you tell him about all the abuse and the clear favouritism of your sister you've been going through your entire childhood, up until the day you ran away from them for good.

Xiao was in shock that parents could do such a thing to their own child. And even if he wanted to go out and make them pay for their actions, there's nothing he could do. He was bound by a contract to protect the people of Liyue. He couldn't harm them. But he could protect you..

So, he takes you in his arms again, holding you close to him as he softly speaks into your ear. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you. From now on, you won't have to worry about them any longer. I'll protect you. From them and any other harm that tries to make their way to you."

And you knew that he meant every word he said. You knew that you could trust Xiao with everything, most importantly your life, and he'd guard it as his most treasured possession. With him by your side, you finally felt safe for the first time in your life...

Tighnari

Working as a Forest Ranger has always been a lifelong dream of yours. Doing so with the love of your life by your side was that dream actually coming true to you. Sometimes, you just stare at Tighnari, wondering what you did to get so lucky to have him as your partner. How you deserved him in the first place.

He always laughed a bit and softly reprimanded you, but he never did so with ill intent. When he did that, you could always see the genuine love he held for you in his eyes, clear as day.

When it came to your relationship, everything happened a bit slowly, as per Tighnari's request. Since his species only has one partner their entire life, he wants to make extra sure that this will work out.

You take your time with going on several dates, where he explains to you the basics of his kind, what to do and what not to do, with him and others of his kind. But nothing he told you ever scared you away from him. If anything, it made you fall for him even more.

Then came the day when he wanted you to meet his parents, before you were making things official with him. You were nervous to meet them, but luckily, his parents instantly took a liking to you, especially his mom. She was over the top with her sons choice in a partner and the both of them gave you two their blessings.

The day after, you finally made things official, telling everyone of your friends that you were dating, and everyone was congratulating you. Word also spread among the other Forest Rangers, and soon enough, you were also bombarded with congratulations from them, as well.

Life was going good, but there was one thing that Tighnari was still thinking about.

You've met his parents, but he's never once met yours. Matter of fact, you don't even talk about them all that much. He's asked you one or two questions about them, but he soon came to the conclusion that this wasn't a topic you were too fond to speak about.

He did ask you why that was, but when you only gave him vage answers and excuses, he dropped the topic, figuring that it wasn't too important anyways. The main issue was your relationship, not some outside opinion. He thought that you'd come around and tell him more once you felt ready to do so.

Unbeknownst to him, that day would arrive much sooner than he anticipated.

One day, as Tighnari was about to head out for one of his patrols, he noticed you standing at the entrance to Gandharva Ville that led to Sumeru City, talking to two figures he didn't recognize. He thought for a second before he decided to head over to see what was going on.

As he got closer, he began to pick up on some signs of distress coming from you, which already set him a bit off edge. Then, he picked up on the voices and realised that you were arguing with those two individuals. He didn't know what it was about, but that wasn't important.

".. you understand, (Name)? We only want the best for you, so-!"

"Excuse me. Is everything alright over here?", Tighnari interrupted the conversation, and as you turned around to him, he couldn't help but notice the relieved look on your face. He gave you a sympathetic look before turning back to the other two visitors, who looked upset at being interrupted so rudely.

"And who are you?", asked the man, while the woman nodded along with him. Before Tighnari could say anything, you were already at it.

"This is Tighnari, Leader of the Forest Rangers, and my boyfriend. Tighnari, those are my parents.", you said as you vaguely gestured with your hand between them.

Tighnari's eyes widened as he heard you introduce them. He cleared his throat before extending a hand to your parents. "It's nice to finally meet you."

However, instead of taking his hand, your father simply ignored him, while your mother looked at him for a second, before scoffing and focusing back on you. "Seriously, (Name)? You got involved with someone like him? You could do so much better for yourself.", your mother said, looking at Tighnari with disgust, specifically at his more animalistic features.

"..Excuse me?", Tighnari asked again, retracting his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. When he looked back to you, he saw you gritting your teeth, yet when you spoke again, he heard the strain in your voice as you tried to remain polite with your parents.

"Like I already said, I'm happy with my life here. I'm happy with Tighnari. Nothing you do or say can change my mind about it."

"Quit being stupid already, (Name)! Now that your sister isn't taking over the family business anymore, we need you to come back and take over. We also found a suitable marriage candidate for you. If you would just-!"

"I said No!", you interrupted them again, this time however, all the politeness has left your tone.

"I know you only never bothered me about coming back till now, because you were betting on my sister to take over. You'd never force her to do the things you want her to do, but doing it to me is fine for you?

I'm done with that. I have my life here, doing what I always wanted to do, with the love of my life with me." To undermine your words, you stand next to Tighnari and take his hand in yours. The action fills him with pride, as well as the fact that you're standing up for him to your parents.

"So, you can either accept that fact, support me and still be a part of my life. Or, you can leave, and never bother any of us again."

You finish your little speech, your mother gasping at your words, but your father quickly takes her and ushers her away, leading them back to the city.

As the two walked away, you let out a deep breath, relief washing over you as they walked away. You were still holding onto Tighnari's hand when he spoke up again. "I take it that was why you didn't want me to meet them, am I right?"

"I'm so sorry about that. I know I should have told you, but I never wanted you to have to go through that. I already don't have a very good relationship with them, and I didn't want it to affect you, as well."

Hearing that, Tighnari smiled as he turned towards you to take you in his arms. "Thank you", he whispered into yours ear.

You nodded against him. You'd always stand up to your parents again, without another thought, if it meant you were doing it for him...

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche x you #wanderer hurt/comfort #scaramouche hurt/comfort #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao hurt/comfort #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari hurt/comfort #wanderer x reader hurt/comfort #xiao x reader hurt/comfort #tighnari x reader hurt/comfort

[alpaca-clouds]

The History of Cyberpunk

Or why every other SciFi Genre is called [something]punk

You know what? Let's do this. Because I have seen the discussion on whether or not Solarpunk is "punk" over the last few days and... people really gotta learn their history.

The first time a genre took the "punk" name was Cyberpunk. And for context we gotta talk a bit about the history of the Cyberpunk genre.

While some books that we in hindsight call "Cyberpunk" were released as early as the 1960s, the start of Cyberpunk as a genre got its start in the late 70s and early 80s.

The term was invented by Bruce Bethke, who published a short story in 1983 with the name "Cyberpunk". His idea was to juxtapose the term "punk" for both the mentality and the punk protagonists in his short story with the term cyber, short for the cybernetics they were wearing. And while the cybernetics have become a main stay in the genre, the punk attitudes are not always carried through...

Well, the title Bethke invented stuck, though. When 1984 Neuromancer was published, one of the most influencial works in the early days of the genre, he called it "a Cyberpunk novel" in the marketing. And from there... Well, the genre was suddenly named like that.

The 80s were definitely the decade that had the most influence on the genre, given that a lot of the big novels and graphic novels of the genre were released here.

A big influence was, no doubt, that 1982 the Blade Runner movie had released and had inspired quite a few writers and artists. (And yes, this makes Blade Runner a movie that released not only before the term Cyberpunk was coined, but also before the genre had a chance to define itself.)

Given that the genre was defined in the 80s, there are a lot of 80s anxiety kept within it about the rise of the Japanese economy, that are these days rarely questioned within the western Cyberpunk movement.

When the genre was coined and developed, Japan was the fastest growing economy in the world, being so influencial that they got to buy out several things in America. Something that kinda jerked white people in the US a lot. This is, why Cyberpunk originally depicted not only a capitalist hellscape - but specifically a capitalist hellscape were everything was bought out by Japanese companies, with many of those early antagonists being Japanese companies. And yeah... there was a lot of both anti-japanese racism, but also cultural appropriation of Japanese things in early Cyberpunk, at time surviving to this day. (But that is a story for another day.)

The general sense that Western Cyberpunk had, was always the idea of: We have a capitalist hellscape where the world is slowly dying and people are exploited with no end, while we have those kinda punky protagonists, who stand outside of the society and try to work against it. This being where the punk comes from.

Now, I could talk for length about how a lot of that punky attitude has been lost in more modern Cyberpunk media, but that, too, is a story for another day.

So, let me just talk about what happened then.

The term Cyberpunk really is darn catchy, right? So just when that name took hold, writer K.W. Jeter retroactively called his 1979 novel Morlock Night "steampunk". And guess what: This stuck, too. Though while the 80s Cyberpunk still stuck to the punk attitude, a lot of Steampunk did not. While for certain there is quite a bit of Steampunk that has kinda punky characters go against the quasi Victorian society of steampunk books (something most common in the air pirate novels I have read), a lot of other stories are more focused on a general sense of adventure.

But never the less... The genre names stuck and gave a nice baseline for naming other genre. We got Dieselpunk, Atompunk, Nanopunk, Arcanepunk, Dustpunk, Silkpunk and of course also Solarpunk and Lunarpunk.

And for the most part... The "punk" names mostly communicate: "It is SciFi with this kinda aesthetic/twist going on". Which is just how it turned out.

Funnily enough Solarpunk is for once a genre that brings back the punk, as it tends to include a lot of the ideals aspired to by the Punk counter culture of the 1970s: Anarchism, anti-capitalism, anti-consumerism, anti-classism, anti-racism, anti-colonialism and so on. Though other than with Cyberpunk and the real world punk movement, Solarpunk for the most part imagines a place, where those things are culture instead of counter culture.

I personally find it kinda sad, how for the most part Cyberpunk kinda lost a lot of the counter-cultural, revolutionary mindset. And how fucking defeatist the genre often is.

But again, it is a story for another day. Just as the story of Japanese Cyberpunk is.

#cyberpunk #solarpunk #steampunk #cyberpunk history #western cyberpunk #science fiction #scifi #william gibson #neuromancer #genre history #punk

[ohara-n-brown]

[WARNING: Rant]

Sometime made a post going 'Love the trans women in your life while they're still here'

Someone added 'Trans men and Nonbinary too!'

And this was the response.

My response: Cut this shit out, you're acting literally ridiculous.

First of all - no it's NOT an All Lives Matter moment.

ALL LIVES MATTER was created by white people who DON'T experience racism to silence the experiences of those who DO experience racism and die at the hands of it.

A transmasc or nonbinary person saying 'Us also!' is a not the same.

It's a group of people who DO experience transphobia adding to the experiences of those who ALSO experience transphobia.

It's A LOT MORE like a black person going 'BlackLivesMatter' and sometime commenting '#StopAsianHate too :)' and OP going 'wow fuck you read the room you're being racist.'

That's like a Gay person speaking out against homophobia and how it's wrong. And then a trans person says 'Transphobia too!' and suddenly it's 'Read the room. This isn't about y'all. Why do y'all have to bring yourself up always. This isn't about gender. Read the room-'

Sounds familiar to y'all? It should. I'm reading the room and the room is saying you just fucking hate another group of oppressed people lol

Another oppressed person who experiences the same violence as you adding their voice to your choir is NOT the same as white people using their privilege to silence others who experience racism when they themselves don't.

SECOND OF ALL - (tw death mention under cut)

YEAH THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO ADD 'Celebrate your trans brothers while there here' on a post you know..

considering a transmasc non-binary person got fucking beat to death on school grounds exactly a month ago.

Remember that??? The one whose death is being actively covered up by school, law, and state officials on a systemic scale??

Also - a fucking trans man from NJ is still missing as we speak (Elliot Ganiel)

But calling attention to that is like being a MRA??? Talking about a children deaths in a school bathroom and missing people are like being MRAs whose main concerns are women playing video games or some shit?

No. No it isn't.

Y'all misusing terms like MRA and yelling 'That's like all lives matter!!!' clearly show youdon't understand how oppression works in the slightest.

If you try to compare any white racist movement to an oppressed group of people - YTA.

One of us gets fucking killed with no justice, LGBTQ crisis line calls skyrocket, and when asked about it state officials say and I quote 'We don't want that filth in our state!!'

- and when we talk about it amongst people in our community it's 'read the room!!' or 'wow really MRA like'

Fucking bite me.

And before - 'Oh but they didn't have to put it on THAT post, they could've made their own'.

Did you not hear what I just said. A transmasc teen was beat to death and misgendered publically statewide.

Maybe transmascs would like to feel included by the community at this time? So they can feel safe? Safety in numbers? And maybe want to feel like the wider community cares when shit like this happens - which clearly.. y'all don't.

Cause when a transmasc kid is literally killed - and we see a post saying 'Love your transfemme friends whine they're here!' and add the same - only to be told to read the room - it tells us 'You only have a month or so to morn. They died last month? Why are you bringing it up now on a post about appreciating trans people before their death??? Read the room. That was for us only. Stop trying to hog all the attention'.

Like damn sorry for wanting to feel like my community would care if I got wiped off this fucking earth silly me. Silly us.

When we start the conversation on our own we're ignored. When we try to contribute our experiences to other conversations we're told to shut the fuck up and read the room and then compared to actual racists and sexists.

You constantly compare us to people who DO NOT face oppression - cis men and white people - in order to silence us, despite the fact you know we face oppression in ways both groups could never even imagine. You think you're slick. You're not.

BITE ME. HARD.

#'thats so aLl LiVeS mAtTeR' #as a black person: no it isn't and it's insulting you think that #'all lives matter' isn't just annoy derailment it's about the fact that white people are not opposed so they don't need ALM #ALL LIVES MATTER is fake solidarity because white ppl don't need the solidarity #Transmasc people DO #DO BETTER HOLY SHIT #a lot of y'all are fucking heartless and do not understand intersectionality in the goddamn slightest #no takesies backsies I said what I said #queer #ftm #transmasc #transandrophobia #transphobia #transgender #nonbinary #enby #transphobia mention #tw death #tw assault

[ca-suffit]

This antiblack campaign the fandom just tried to kick up again (to avoid talking about the real issue with Nalyra) reveals how powerless they're starting to truly feel now.

They don't have many users left to vilify so they're putting people on blocklists who are brand new (I was here 3 days lol) or not even really in the fandom. That looks goofy and desperate but then it keeps going. DMing strangers to say "the truth" isn't about racism and "talk to me if you really want to know about anything." Everyone's reblogging those blocklist posts now and adding large commentary suddenly, when before they often fully sat it out. They're doing this in a group to look like they have larger numbers and are "revealing" there's a "big secret bullying problem"....except nobody believes them. Because there's plenty of accounts who are out here saying this shit straight to their faces and they pretend we all don't exist. All of this group has to manufacture drama solely because they just don't want to talk about harmful shit they actually do.

Neil has to make an antiblack statement she made suddenly be about antisemitism towards her, Nalyra's antiblackness is "actually" fans upset about shipping and "what's REALLY coming" in S2, showmey0urfangs is always happy to show up with her dumb screencaps and villain monologue nobody asked for so she can make her everlasting outrage about popular black fics and "feminized" Louis sound deeper than it is, Virginia suddenly cries about IRL issues and wants to leave the fandom because she wants to distract from the Nalyra receipts, Keybearer accused another black fan of trolling people and getting accounts suspended on twitter in 2023 when a Marius fan eventually confessed to it and his eternal shame for that means now every black fan except him is a bully (despite nobody talking about this ever anymore except him), chicalepidopterare mocks a black fan for blocking her "because I thought we were supposed to talk about racism" and then poorly tries to frame any retaliation against her to look like bullying ("see, they're misogynistic, they're bullying my art, they're mean for disliking these ships!").

To quote Claudia here, "You must think me an idiot." And the big cherry on top is also how none of these losers can stand to hear any mention of race....in the fandom of the show that nonstop talks about race. They're using very basic (and meant in a gentle, loving way) teasing of Jacob as proof that black fans are racist against Jacob too, black fans hate Jacob's white wife. People hate Lestat for being white too (what?). They can write crap meta all day about Lestat letting Louis "rape" him and only white victims (Lestat) being real victims to the evil black and brown "true" manipulators (Claudia, Louis, Armand) but gentle teasing from black fans about Jacob's haircut is the real racism. Okay lol. Care to tell us again why you think Delainey's Claudia looks "less innocent" now then? This 3D chess you think you're playing isn't playing how you think for anyone else.

I also notice that afaik there's not a single black American in this group. Idek if there's many Americans of any kind in the group. It's been a lot of shaming to black Americans specifically though, again from the show that's focused on black Americans....by people who aren't black Americans.

"There's people pretending to be black so it's okay to keep hating this whole group." It's not enough you already nonstop shit on black fans as it is, now you have to try to angle it as if none of this could be authentic in the first place. Vile behavior. For what? Tumblr isn't even a platform that pays you for whatever clout you have, so really what is the point here. In a small ass fandom on top of it. Some of you have pretty grown kids too, this is extra sad. It makes all the jumping through hoops to coddle Lestat's behavior make sense though, if you're the same kind of person yourself. Anyway, maybe you don't actually know everything because race exists in the real world beyond how Anne Rice wrote about it in her useless books! You make books written by a racist white woman your whole personality and guess what your outlook on life is going to be.

It's been really pathetic to especially watch any fans of color move more to this extreme bullying side as time has gone on. It will never pay off to promote white fandom ideals. These accounts you're trying to cuddle up to aren't even that big. The fandom outside of the tags actually has much more popular posts, supporters, and fics...although that's also half of what this all is actually about, fic numbers. Again, these are grown adults obsessing over this. We could have a whole different fandom if this group didn't exist and keep wanting to gatekeep everything and be the only people who get praise about anything.

It's no surprise that people who worship Anne Rice have major ego problems themselves. It's been fucked up to deal with but the good thing now is that big egos have big collapses eventually and that's what we're starting to see happening now. People are sick of you and able to see through your basic ass manipulation techniques. People just want to have a fandom, they're not here to worship fans who want to be dictators. Nobody is here for your fragility, losers.

#fandom racism #iwtv fandom #amc iwtv #iwtv #interview with the vampire

[luminalunii97]

Iranian people are going through a traumatic event, risking their lives, and losing their lives to overthrow 44 years of dictatorship. so the most decent thing you can do is to not abuse Iran's current situation to fuel your islamophobia or guard against us because you think it's islamophobia!

the protest that is going on in Iran is not a new thing. once upon a time Iranians wanted a true democratic republic and we almost had it when Mosadegh got elected as prime minister. that ship sailed very fast because he wanted to take the oil industry back from Britain and it didn't sit well with the old fox. so MI6 with help of the CIA orchestrated a coup against that government (it's not a conspiracy theory, the CIA admitted to it and then apologized for what they did in the 1950s. look into 1953 Iranian coup d'état on Wikipedia)

that failed government slowly lead to the 1970s revolution to bring today's Islamic republic of Iran government as a lousy substitute for what we lost. but guess what, this revolution which was corrupted from the beginning got worse and worse throughout the years and ended up in the disaster we have today.

today's protests started by the brutal murder of Mahsa Amini and the misogynistic act of violence added enough anger to all the other previously done f up sh**. this government had been failing for more than 40 years. this government is a circus of lies and oppression and theft and embezzlement. this was never what our fathers and mothers intended to have. this government put a religious front but religion is just a tool of oppression and control. They don't believe a thing they force on people.

just three years ago there was another mass protest in Iran that ended up in a massacre. they shut down the internet completely for over a week (in some states for a month) and then killed approximately 1500 people in like 3 days. because it happened so suddenly, no one was prepared for such violence and our voice didn't have a chance to reach the world. that's why we're so afraid of the internet being cut down today.

to wrap it up whether you're Muslim or not, just being a human is enough for you to be on our side in this fight. it's a fight against misogyny, patriarchy, racism (look into IR vs Kurds), dictatorship, terrorism (IR has a long history of doing terroristic attacks all over the world), and basic human rights (no minority is safe in Iran, from religious minorities to ethnical minorities to queer folks). so raise your voice in our defense.

#iran #iran protests #help iran #misogyny #women rights #lgbtq+ #queer #homophobia #kurds #racism #police brutality #mahsa amini #feminism #politics #islam #islamophobia #hijabi #forced hijab

[moraxsthrone]

~♡ title — kind

~♡ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

~♡ wc — 1k

~♡ warnings/notes — racism/discrimination (against oni). misogyny. fluff. please let me know if i should include anything else. and omg look at all that swagger in the gif. that's how a guy walks when he has a big dick i'm js.

sunlight danced along the streets of inazuma, tiny pinpoint beams shining through the fluttering spaces of sakura blooms as you walked along the stone path, arm in arm with your boyfriend. you’d just left one of the food stands in the city after eating the matcha flavored mochi you ordered. itto had gotten the lavender melon mochi and sakura taiyaki, both of which he’d already scarfed down before ordering tri-color dango for the road. 

you strolled along, listening to him brag about his latest onikabuto victory when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, bringing his snack to your mouth to chomp off a chunk of the white dango. 

“h-heyyy! you can’t just go stealing my dango like that!” he fussed. 

you leaned into his side, laughing so hard at his reaction you had to cover your mouthful of food. 

he stopped walking and leaned over, getting right in your face. “give me that back, ya thief!” he demanded, smiling while trying to capture your lips in a kiss, but you turned your head this way and that, chewing as quickly as possible while trying to dodge his kisses and laugh all at the same time. he finally caught your jaw with his large hand and forced you to hold still long enough to get that kiss. “HA! you steal my food, i steal your kisses!” 

you swallowed the delicious treat, still giggling. “i’m just going to steal more of your food if it means i get more of your kisses.” 

“baby, you don’t have to steal from me. i’ll give ya all the kisses you want for free. besides, haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘don’t stand between an oni and his food'?’” 

“i don’t think anyone says that, itto.” 

“yeah? that’s because i just made it up,” he said, making you laugh again. “but that doesn’t make it any less true!” 

you opened your mouth to remind him that he’s always sharing his food with you anyway when a voice called out from behind you. 

“hey, pretty lady! you should leave that oni and stick with your own kind!”

you and said oni both turned your heads. knowing itto was the ‘one and oni’ oni around meant there was no one else the man could’ve been referring to. there were a few other men with him, laughing and making remarks about how lowdown and dirty oni were, clearly disgusted with the fact that a human had 'yoked' with one.

“humans have no business mixing with oni, especially the women-folk! why don’t you come over here and let me show you what a real man can do!”

you hadn’t been with itto for a year yet and had already heard more than your fair share of derogatory and disapproving remarks from other humans about your relationship with the crimson oni. most of your fellow inazumans didn’t seem to pay much mind, but there were those dark pockets of humanity - scratch that - unevolved ignorance that still believed oni and humans had no business being together, particularly in a romantic context. theirs was the very mindset that took the lives of itto’s parents two decades ago, but that’s a story for another day.

now, if itto was alone or with his crew, he wouldn’t hesitate to puff his chest out and challenge a motherfucker, but he’s with you and the two of you were supposed to be enjoying this lazy, romantic afternoon together. he'd even given his gang explicit orders not to interrupt his time with you unless it was an emergency that couldn’t wait till the next morning afternoon. 

your boyfriend's lava-hued irises burned holes through the asshole’s skull for a few seconds before he looked down at you and begrudgingly muttered, “let’s go, babe.” he went to put his arm around your shoulders and walk away, and you’re not sure who was more surprised, but you spun away from his hold and did an about face to look directly at the shit-talking douchenozzle who had just disrespected you and your beloved oni. in the past, you’d always kept walking, ignoring their hate, but…

“no, you know what? i’ve had about enough of this shit,” you sneered, drawing an invisible line in the air with your fingernail. “i’m tired of hearing cowards like you talking shit about me and my oni when our backs are turned. he may not be 100% human, but he’s twice the man you’ll ever be! wanna put that theory to the test, then step to him and say that shit to his face instead of waiting ‘til his back is turned!”

itto’s jaw dropped, his wide eyes watching in amazement as you - his sweet, graceful y/n - tore into the racist asshole in a way that made new light shine through the cracks of his heart.

“fuck you, bitch!” the hater said.

itto took a step forward, opening his mouth to defend your honor, but you beat him to the punch.

“no, thanks,” you said, putting your hand on your jutted hip. “your dick’s probably only half the size of his too!”

“y/n-” itto leaned down, mumbling out the side of his mouth. “they don’t need to know all that-”

“if you really think i shouldn’t be with him, then come take me away from him,” you dared, arms spread open. 

behind you, itto shifted his weight, squaring his shoulders and crossing his arms over his strapped chest like a king prepared to go to war with his queen. but the man didn’t move. in fact, one of the man’s friends leaned in, telling him to just cut his losses.

as expected, the man tucked tail and walked away, grumbling something under his breath about you being a traitor. rich, you thought, considering you’d just stood up for someone you love and believe in. 

you turned to your oni lover, his eyes searching yours as if seeing something new and admirable. “baby,” he said softly, “i-...”

you think he’s still trying to calm you down. “i’m not sorry, itto!”

“i know. which is exactly why i…”

it was one of the few times arataki itto had been rendered speechless, thinking to himself that now was a good time to pull out the ring he’d been carrying around in his pocket and get down on one knee.

“…wanna spend the rest of my life with ya.”

~♡ itto m.list

~♡ reblogs always appreciated !! 💋

#arataki itto #itto #arataki itto x f!reader #itto x f!reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x you #itto x you #arataki itto x y/n #itto x y/n #genshin x f!reader #genshin impact x f!reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #arataki itto fluff #itto fluff #genshin fluff

[meilas]

Socks’ Star Trek must-watch list

Socks’ list of must-watch Trek episodes

OG Trek

Welcome to the NCC-1701 starship, known as the Enterprise. The captain and crew follow rules when the plot says so, the captain is often on away missions with his top-ranked crew members leaving some unqualified guy in charge, and the captain gets to snog a lot of ladies. Like, a lot. Seriously. This series features lots of questionable fashion choices, including men’s heeled boots and miniskirts. 

Space Seed - our introduction to Khan Noonien Singh, played by Ricardo Montalban. Khan is the villain of the second Trek movie Wrath of Khan which is why this episode is on the list.

Taste of Armageddon - Do you remember the game Battleship? Two planets wage a war against each other. There is staggering loss of life, but no destruction. The Lottery in Space.

Mirror, Mirror - obligatory parallel universe episode! This parallel universe shows up later in Deep Space Nine which is why it is on this list.

Trouble With Tribbles - Clue in Space. Just a fun episode. Also shows up in Deep Space Nine!

A Piece of the Action - another fun episode. And the reason I don’t know if the proper expression is concrete galoshes or cement overshoes.

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield - two individuals who are the very last members of their races who were at war are still trying to kill each other. This episode was about racism and it is not subtle about it at all.

Next Generation

Welcome to the NCC-1701D, also known as the Enterprise! Not the Enterprise from the original series, but a younger, more advanced starship that is the successor to the Enterprise name. And since the Enterprise and trouble go so well together, the crew of this Enterprise find lots of adventures to keep them busy as they explore strange new worlds and seek out new civilisations.

Encounter at Farpoint - The very first episode. Not great, but it also serves as an introduction to Q, who will show up several times throughout the series. So that I don’t fill up this whole post, just go ahead and watch every Q episode (which will 99% of the time have Q in the title.)

Measure of a Man - Data is put on trial to determine if he is property or his own person, and Riker is forced to testify against him for plot reasons. This episode explores individuality and friendship.

Q Who - I said I wouldn’t fill this up and I won’t, but this episode is special because it introduces the Borg. There’s also a great moment between Picard and Q toward the end.

The Survivors - An elderly couple are the last survivors on a planet. Hard to explain why I like this episode without giving away the whole plot.

Sarek - This episode can be pretty sad as it deals with dementia and what it can do to people.

Menage a Troi - Any episode with Deanna’s mother, Lwaxana, is always a funny one. (Except the one that is sad, more on that later.) This episode is excellent because we get to hear Sir Patrick Stewart recite Shakespeare in the most over-the-top delivery possible.

Best of Both Worlds, parts one and two - THE CLIFFHANGER TO END ALL CLIFFHANGERS HOLY SHIT THIS EPISODE HAS ALL THE DRAMA

Family - A follow-up to Best of Both Worlds. Deals with family that is gone, family that can be A Bit Much, and family that is estranged.

Suddenly Human - This episode is similar to the Deep Space Nine episode Cardassians: a boy who has been adopted by others is discovered and found to have living family who want him back. Which family is the child supposed to stay with?

Darmok - An episode all about language and how ideas are communicated. Yes it has some flaws, but overall it is interesting from a linguistic point of view. By the end of the episode, you will understand how darmok=memes and inside jokes.

The First Duty - A good Wesley episode. This explores truth, loyalty, and doing what is right.

I, Borg - The Enterprise rescues a Borg teenager, who begins to develop individuality. He is named Hugh. Hugh is adorable.

The Inner Light - THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE EVER. IF THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING ON THIS LIST THAT SOUNDS INTERESTING PLEASE AT LEAST WATCH THIS.

Rascals - Picard and a few other randos (no seriously why is this bunch of people even on a shuttle together?) experience a transporter malfunction and are beamed aboard the Enterprise, except they materialise as pre-teen children! This episode is just pure fun. Contains: bby!Picard throwing a tantrum, and bby!Guinan jumping on the bed.

*Frame of Mind - This is a pretty heavy episode that deals with hallucinations. Riker is supposed to be performing in a play, but suddenly he’s in an alien mental institution and accused of murder. Riker repeatedly flashes between being on the Enterprise and being in the institution and he increasingly cannot tell which is real.

*Technically, this episode does not contain gaslighting even though it will seem like it. Please make sure you are in a good place if you decide to watch this episode.

**Dark Page - Lwaxana Troi is back! But something is up with her.

**I can’t explain why this is a serious episode without giving it away, so here it is: this episode deals with child death.

Deep Space Nine

By far my absolute favourite series, and the only one I have seen every episode of. Deep Space Nine is about a Cardassian space station that is now occupied by joint Federation and Bajoran forces. Deep Space Nine just so happens to be situated right by a stable wormhole that goes to another quadrant of space that would take years and years and years to travel to by starship alone. Naturally, everyone wants to be in control of the wormhole. The closest planet, Bajor, was until recently occupied by Cardassians. (Think of Cardassians as Space Russians.) The Bajorans are deeply spiritual people (literally every fucking Bajoran subscribes to the same religion) and they believe that their gods reside in the wormhole. (THEY ARE WORMHOLE ALIENS FFS AND THEY DON’T CARE ONE BIT ABOUT BAJOR OR CARDASSIA OR THE FEDERATION.) Because this series is set on a space station that does not go anywhere, we get to see that actions have consequences. If Next Generation was the fuck around series, this one is the find out series.

Emissary - A two-parter and our introduction to Deep Space Nine and the majority of the major characters in this show. 

Past Prologue - This episode is important because we meet Garak, a tailor and the only Cardassian still living on the station. What could he possibly be doing here?

Duet - A Cardassian arrives at the station, as they often do, but this one seems to be hiding something. This explores topics of colonialism, genocide, terrorism, and how complicated people really are. This was one of the episodes that made me watch the entirety of DS9. (The other was Take Me Out to the Holosuite.)

Cardassians - Another Garak episode. This one has a similar plot to the Next Generation episode Suddenly Human. Garak and Bashir discover a Cardassian boy is the adopted son of a Bajoran man. But since Bajorans and Cardassians kind of hate each other because Cardassions tried to colonize Bajor, there is a concern that the Cardassian boy is being abused by his adopted father. To make matters worse, Gul Dukat gets involved. (Gul Dukat is played by a native Wisconsinite!)

Shadowplay - Kind of similar to the Next Generation episode Survivors.

The Wire - Garak episode! This episode deals with the topic of addiction and friendship.

Second Skin - Kira might actually be an undercover Cardassian agent?!?

Crossover - Welcome back to the mirror universe, which we haven't seen since the OG series. Here we find out what happened after Kirk left that universe. Told you this was the 'find out' series.

Fascination - A fun Lwaxana episode

Past Tense, parts one and two - Time travel episode! This episode takes place August 30-September 1, 2024. The Bell Riots occurred in San Francisco, and were a turning point in earth history. These are pretty heavy episodes, and they deal with things that still resonate today: poverty, racism, classism, homelessness.

The Visitor - Similar vibes to The Inner Light. Sisko jumps through time at increasing intervals. Meanwhile, Jake lives his life with his father literally popping into existance for a short time only. Jake is older every time. Sisko is not.

Trials and Tribble-ations - The 'find out' episode to OG Trek's Trouble With Tribbles. This is just a really cool episode that blends footage from OG Trek with DS9.

Things Past - An interesting episode where some of the crew wake up in the bodies of people living on the station during the Cardassian occupation.

Ties of Blood and Water - Kira's Cardassian "father" (the guy from Second Skin) arrives on the station.

In the Cards - Jake and Nog do increasingly weird tasks in their quest to obtain a baseball card for Jake's father. Oh and that bitch Kai Winn is there too.

Statistical Probabilities - This episode introduces the Jack Pack! They're a bunch of genetically altered humans, just like Bashir! Oh, and they are extremely neurodivergent and would probably be tons of fun to hang out with.

Far Beyond the Stars - The crew, but what if they were science fiction writers in the 50s? Deals with the topic of racism.

In the Pale Moonlight - How far is Sisko willing to go to get the Romulans to join the war against the Dominion?

Take Me Out to the Holosuite - One of DS9's obligatory holosuite episodes. A Vulcan that Sisko knows shows up and in a very un-Vulcan-like manner boasts to Sisko that he and his crew are superior beings who have been trying Sisko's favorite sport and just absolutely crushing it. Sisko challenges him to a baseball game. The only problem is that most of his crew are not human and have never played baseball before.

Chrysalis - Have you ever read Flowers for Algernon? The Jack Pack returns.

#socks list #star trek #the next generation #deep space nine #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #star trek tos #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek deep space 9

[former-leftist-jew]

I really loved your post about religious extremism and I wanted to add that a lot of the people using the "peaceful, noble Palestinian" trope (like you said, the noble savage trope) would have no problem understanding that a Christian population is bigoted against gays because they were raised in that faith and ministered to by bigots -- for instance, Russian leadership using the language of Christianity to make "same sex propaganda" illegal (I literally know someone who went to jail for kissing another woman in front of Russian police) and then holding them to account when said government is removed from power, or even refusing to forgive them even when they've changed. These are totally understandable reactions to bigotry, even societal bigotry (my grandfather remains deeply homophobic due to his Christianity and even if he one day changes, I don't know that I'll be able to forgive him for supporting conversion therapy).

But when it's a non-Western population? Suddenly those people CAN'T be bigoted and CAN'T have been fed antisemitism and hatred for their entire lives because. I don't know, it's different with them! I know so many wonderful, affirming, progressive Muslims who have done the work to reinterpret and decolonize their faith, the same as I do Christians, Jews, Hindus, etc.. But I also know that in the Middle East, many don't DO that sort of reflection -- largely because they don't have the ability to due to decades of corrupt leadership and authoritarian rule. You can be a victim of religious extremism by virtue of being raised in it, but we NEED to hold these people to the same standards as we do Westerners coming out of religious extremism.

I'm not shocked Palestinians support Hamas -- it fucking sucks in Gaza, and has for a while. That's how terrorism gets its roots, same as the Taliban, the KKK, Al-Qaeda, etc; it preaches to a suffering population and promises it everything it wants, if only you'll hate XYZ group, if only you'll give us your children, etc. If we truly want to free Palestine -- which I do, I am a supporter of Palestinian self determination and ending anti-Arab racism and Islamophobia -- then we need to understand all this and help them decolonize and de-terrorize.

(I hope any of that made sense, I just sort of rambled)

Daww, thank you! I'm glad my pot struck a chord with you. ^_^

Yeah, believe it or not, I do have a lot of sympathy for the average Palestinian Muslim/Christian. It's just... like Atticus said of Mayella Ewell in To Kill a Mockingbird, my sympathy doesn't extend so far as to condone anihilating Israel and massacring all Jews.

I do believe that everyone has a right to self-determination and self-government. Gay people have a right to marry who they love, trans people have a right to dress and live as the gender they identify as, Arab Muslims have a right to worship Allah with Muhammad as his last and final Prophet, Jews have a right to self-determine and self-govern, etc.

TBH, I think there's a cruel irony that an estimated 30-60% of Palestinian Arabs share ancient Canaanite/Hebrew ancestry with modern Jews (meaning, they're also descended from ancient Jews), but since the region was forcibly conquered and converted by Islamic Caliphs in the 600's, it's fair to assume their Jewish ancestors were colonized and/or forcibly converted. (Or at least passively pressured to convert over time, since non-Muslims in Sharia Law are made to pay a poll tax and live as second-class citizens to Muslim citizens--so who wouldn't want to switch to Islam under that literal two-tiered legal system?)

Part of me thinks, "Why would you WANT to stay with Islam when your ancestors were conquered and forcibly converted (or at least passive-aggressively pressured to convert) as sure as Vietnam is largely Catholic because of their French Catholic former colonisers? BUT AGAIN, I respect their right to self-determination and their desire for self-government. If the Palestinian Muslims with ancient Hebrew blood want to stay with Islam, live in an Islamic society, and be ruled by an Islamic government, that's their right.

With that said, part of me feels like the average Palestinian Muslims (and Christians) have been duped by their Islamofascist government to see Israeli Jews not as long-lost brothers and sisters who finally returned home after centuries in exile, but as "foreign invaders" trying to take what little scraps they have. Both in the early 20th century and early 21's century.

You know that leftist meme that goes like:

"A CEO, white kid, and black kid sit at a table. The CEO's plate is piled high with 10 cookies, white the kids' are empty. He then tosses a cookie to the white kid and says, 'That black kid wants to steal your cookie.'"?

That is LITERALLY Hamas is doing to the Palestinian Arabs and Jews!

Hamas notoriously hoards as much of Gaza's food, fuel, water, resources, and wealth as they can, throw their people just enough scraps to get by, and then tells them, "Those Jews wants to steal your land, your religion, and your liberty. Help us kill the Jew, and you'll be living in Paradise." When the state of the rest of the Middle East (which have little to no Jews left in them) shows otherwise.

And I'm so disgusted by how the Left West recognizes that manipulation tactic when it comes to rich white CEO's duping poor whites into blaming black "welfare queens" and brown "illegal immigrants" for their lack of the good life, but somehow CAN'T connect the dots when Islamofascist dictators who openly hoard all their country's resources for themselves and spread oppressive violence and misogyny to the rest of the population do the exact same thing to the average impoverished Muslim regarding "Jews" and "Western invaders."

The average Muslim? Believe it or not, I DO have some sympathy. Based on what I've seen and read from various ex-Muslims, it sounds like Arab Islamic culture doesn't really encourage critical thinking, self-examination, or widespread education as the norm. MANY ex-Muslims I've met and talked to IRL, and that I follow on social media, talk about how, when they were growing up

A lot of Palestinians are also pretty upfront about how "we don't question" what they've been taught about Islam and Jews.

But, you know what? As far as I'm concerned, it's time to START questioning. It's time to START thinking about it. It's time to START making room for non-Muslims to live beside and share equal rights and resources with Muslims.

And I'm so grossed out that the Western Left encourages the religious bigotry, intolerance, and "no dogs or Jews allowed here!" segregation because "It's their culture/religion." Well then, they need to change with the times like everyone else.

#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #leftist hypocrisy #am yisrael chai #jewblr #jumblr

[i-cant-sing]

Im a new anon , I don't know where the India Pakistan thing came from but I don't think you have lived in India long enough

Pakistan has done some god awful things , my great grandma died last year - her parents and sisters were killed because of Muslims .

You victimizeing yourself saying " should you hate me that I'm a Muslim?" Sounds well... Pathetic

It depends on states - in central India and northern people don't care , in southern and western people can be a bit bias but excuse us for not trusting someone who also killed our people

Also curious why you mentioned "why are you banning hijabs" but not the part where the majority Indians protested against the states government banning it.

Please educate yourself. I don't know how the topic shifted from "save Palestine" to "im a victim because my ancestors were Muslim"

babygirl... *deep breath* EVERY ETHNIC COMMUNITY HAS COMMITED CRIMES AGAINST ANOTHER ETHNICITY. THATS WHY THE SUBCONTINENT GOT DIVIDED-YALL HAD TOO MANY DIFFERENCES AND STARTED HATING EACH OTHER(i mean the bristish technically had a huge part in the "divide and rule" game)! BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN THAT ITS RIGHT! Be it Muslims, Hindus or whatever, no one should start ethnic cleansing and hate crimes.

The topic may have shifted from "save Palestine" for you, but im still on it. Thing is, anon brought up the whole "scared of Muslims, u should see how horrible they are in India" thingy while I was posting about PAlestine, which means that anon thinks that all muslims are bad and therefore its actually okay for Palestinians to die because at least anon will be less scared.

Im sure Pakistan has done pretty fucked up shit too, but ngl, hand to god, not one pakistani anon has come into my dms to shit talk about India. And lets not delude ourselves into thinking that India has never committed any crimes against Pakistan, be it a terror group, the military or the government.

also, what do u want me to do about "majority" indians protested against the hijab ban? Give u a medal??? AS THEY SHOULD! It should never have been brought up for debate.

"but excuse us for not trusting someone who also killed our people" yes sweetie thats called racism (and also- stupidity) because im sorry, is every muslim suddenly Osama bin laden??? SHould we all just not come to India because Raman Raghav was a psycho, so thats how every guy in India is???

God, like what is wrong with yall?? This feels like T Series vs Pewdiepie, just a lot less amusing.

[septembriseur]

From Stanley Cohen's States of Denial:

My earliest memory that could be called ‘political’ goes back to a winter night in Johannesburg in the mid-nineteen-fifties. I must have been twelve or thirteen. My father was away from home for a few days on business. Like many South African middle-class families (especially Jewish and anxious ones), we employed for these rare occasions a ‘Night Watch Boy’: that is, an adult black man – in this case an old Zulu (I vividly remember the wooden discs in his ear lobes)– working for a private security company. Just before going to bed, I looked out of the window and saw him huddled over a charcoal fire, rubbing his hands to keep warm, the collar of his khaki overcoat turned up. As I slipped into my over-warm bed– flannel sheets, hot water bottle, thick eiderdown brought by my grandmother from Poland– I suddenly started thinking about why he was out there and I was in here.

My mother always used to tell me that I was ‘over-sensitive’. This must have been my over-sensitivity at work, an inchoate feeling not exactly of guilt– this came later– but that something was wrong. Why did this old man have to sit out in the cold all night? Why had our family (and everyone like us) been allocated black men and women (who were called ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ or just ‘natives’) as domestic servants? Why did they live in tiny rooms in the backyard? Where were their wives, husbands and children? Why did they address me as ‘baas’, or ‘master’?

I don’t remember what I did with my bedroom epiphany. Almost certainly, I just dropped off to sleep. But later, even when I began to think sociologically about apartheid, privilege, injustice and racism, I would still return to some version of that early psychological unease. I saw this unease– correctly, I believe– as arising from a sense of knowing that something was deeply wrong, but also knowing that I could not live in a state of permanent awareness of this knowledge. Without my deliberate intention, this awareness would switch itself on or, more often, off. There might be weeks or months of blindness, amnesia and sleepwalking. Political education – later called ‘consciousness raising’ – made these phases less frequent, just as it should do.

Later, I started asking another question, one that I still discuss with people who grew up with me. Why did others, even those raised in similar families, schools and neighbourhoods, who read the same papers, walked the same streets, apparently not ‘ see ’ what we saw? Could they be living in another perceptual universe – where the horrors of apartheid were invisible and the physical presence of black people often slipped from awareness? Or perhaps they saw exactly what we saw, but just didn’t care or didn’t see anything wrong....

...By this time, my obsession appeared from an unexpected direction. In 1980, I left England with my family to live in Israel. My vintage sixties radicalism left me utterly unprepared for this move. Nearly twenty years in Britain had done little to change the naïve views I had absorbed while growing up in the Zionist youth movement in South Africa. It soon became obvious that Israel was not like this at all. By the 1982 invasion of Lebanon, I was already disenchanted with the liberal peace movement in which I thought I belonged. I drifted into what in Israeli terms is the ‘far left ’ – the margins of the margins.

I also became involved in human rights issues, particularly torture. In 1990,I started working with Daphna Golan, the Research Director of the Israeli human rights organization, B’Ttselem, on a research project about allegations of torture against Palestinian detainees. Our evidence of the routine use of violent and illegal methods of interrogation was to be confirmed by numerous other sources. But we were immediately thrown into the politics of denial. The official and mainstream response was venomous. Liberals were uneasy and concerned... Yet there was no outrage. Soon a tone of acceptance began to be heard. Abuses were intrinsic to the situation; there was nothing to be done till a political solution was found; something like torture might even be necessary sometimes; anyway, we don’t want to keep being told about this all the time.

This apparent normalization seemed difficult to explain. The report had an enormous media impact: graphic drawings of standard torture methods were widely reproduced, and a taboo subject was now discussed openly. Yet very soon, the silence returned. Worse than torture not being in the news, it was no longer news. Something whose existence could not be admitted, was now seen as predictable...

...It was natural to make the claustrophobic assumption that this problem was unique because Israel was uniquely horrible. Luckily our visitors from the international human rights community reminded us that the problem was universal. They were interested in information circulating in the international arena. How did audiences in North America or Western Europe react to knowledge of atrocities in East Timor, Uganda or Guatemala? I started imagining a nice thirty- something couple sitting, with their breakfast coffee and croissants, in New York, London, Paris or Toronto. They pick up the morning news- paper: ‘Another Thousand Tutsis Massacred in Rwanda’. In the mail plop two circular letters, one from Oxfam: ‘While you are eating your breakfast, ten more children starve to death in Somalia’, and one from Amnesty: ‘While you are eating your lunch, eight street-children are killed in Brazil’. What does this ‘news ’ do to them, and what do they do to the news? What goes through their minds? What do they say to each other?

[theaudacitytowrite]

Chapter 3 - The Council

Series Masterlist

<- Chapter 2

Summary: Loki meets up with the council for the first time and gets confronted with his past doings.

Warnings: internalized racism, a bad reference to the sex-pollen trope, cringey writing

Word count: 2.640

You had walked through the icy streets for a while. Everything here reminded you of medieval markets at the renaissance fair just on ice. The houses that were planted without a specific pattern rose around the, what you assumed, marketplace.

As you walked by some stands, Jotuns hastily packed up their goods. You smiled at one of the market traders, but she only rewarded you with a cold stare.

“Can I ask you something?” you quietly asked Loki.

“If it’s not a pun.” he huffed as he stomped through the snow. “…it’s not a pun.” you glared at him for ruining the perfect opportunity to lighten the mood, “I was just wondering why the Jotuns seem to-“

“Despise us?”

“Despise is such a strong word. I would’ve said that they seem wary of us.”

“Admit it, you wanted to say ‘icy’ in the first place.” Loki raised his eyebrow at you.

“Tsk, I would never.” you feigned innocence, “And stop deflecting my question.”

“Jotuns don’t like other beings. If you do not look like them, you are simply beneath them. They hate each and everyone, even their own kin.” Loki explained reluctantly.

“But why?”

“Because Frost giants are primitive beings who oppose any rules and generally create havoc and hassle.” you could hear the bitterness in Loki’s voice.

“So that’s where you got your mischievous side?” you chuckled out loud but regretted it instantly. Loki stopped dead in his tracks as he looked down at you sternly.

“I’m not like them.” he pressed through gritted teeth. Silence fell over you heavily as you continued your stroll.

“I didn’t mean to insult you…” you whispered sheepishly; your eyes glued to the path before your feet.

“Let’s just get back to our rooms.” Loki changed the topic. You walked in silence for a while when you arrived at the gardens before the palace. Your gaze wandered over the uneven path as you tried to navigate your feet around all the icy lumps and clumps that got denser the closer you got to the garden.

At first, you hadn’t even realised that the weird-looking clumps on the floor were flowers but as you got closer the icy clumps emerged into intricate flowers that glistened in the setting sunlight.

“Woow, look at these! They look like ice.” you gasped and let yourself fall onto your knees, right in front of the flowers.

“Don’t touch them!” Loki hurriedly exclaimed.

“Why? Are they poisonous?” your pulled back your hand instantly.

“No… but I don’t think you’d like their effect on you.” Loki hummed and hawed.

“Why? No… are you for real? Are they like these aphrodisiacs you hear of all the time?” you asked with a cheeky grin.

“Well.. yeah. Kind of.” Loki rubbed his neck awkwardly, “But they won’t bloom until spring if not disturbed.”

“What would happen if you’d touch them,” you asked with curious eyes.

“Y/N, I’m not going to explain this in detail. I believe you can imagine it without my help.” you could see a faint tint of red spreading over Loki’s cheeks. You loved teasing him, especially when you succeeded.

“Man, I never realised how prude you can be. This isn’t about anything nasty. I just wanna understand the science behind it. After all, I’m here to learn more about Jotunheim.” You shrugged innocently.

“Maybe another time. I have to meet with the council in a bit. I don’t want them to wait for me… in the end, they’ll plot against me if I don’t show up on time.” Loki cleared his throat.

“You really are something… so distrustful.” You shook your head slightly, “Try going into this a bit more positively. Might change how they’ll welcome you. This is strange for both sides Lo. All they know is, that you suddenly showed up. They don’t know for what.”

“I know these people.” Loki remarked almost sad, “All they know is to stir up conflict. I’m just trying to think ahead of them.”

“Maybe they’ll surprise you… in a positive way.” you shrugged.

His fists were clenched tightly as he approached the courtroom with long strides. His footsteps echoed through the icy hallways, bouncing off the walls. When he entered through the tall doors, he could feel the tense mood that lay over the room as he walked to an empty seat that was close by the socle in the centre of the hall. All the while he was closely monitored by a dozen of ruby eyes.

As one of the elders stepped onto the socle to begin the conference, he could hear hushed whispers all around him. He knew he wasn’t welcome here, that’s why he didn’t want to come back in the first place. The last time he had interacted with Jotunheim it hadn’t ended well. Loki’s attention was quickly pulled back to the present as the voice of the elder resounded through the icy hall.

"We are gathered here today as one to speak about the future of our nation. As we have known for a long time, the winters have become harsher and the…" Ymir, the elder suddenly began to hesitate for a moment as if he was searching for the most diplomatic words possible, "external influences have hastened the decay of our great nation. That's why we have come together to find a solution as a union of Jotunheim and… Midgard." Ymir drawled the last word, "Our rightful King has returned to assist us in our efforts and mend the relation between our nation and Midgard."

As diplomatic as Ymir tried to sound, Loki could still tell that the appreciative-sounding words were spoken with a hint of indifference towards Loki's efforts. He didn't seem to be convinced of the King's motives yet, probably assuming that Loki wouldn't pull through with his assistance.

“We don’t need a traitor to help us!” a voice suddenly disrupted the order, heads turning and chatter starting to erupt. Loki's eyes snapped away from the elder, scanning the crowd as to make out the instigator.

“Silence!” Ymir boomed sharply, “This is a court of order not chaos.” he scolded sharply.

“But the people are right, Ymir.” another Jotun raised from his seat, standing up to Ymir, “We are making progress already without help from any other tenuous realm. We don’t need their pity.”

Loki’s face twitched. How dare this arrogant Jotun to think he was too good to get assistance from outside this god-forsaken realm, let alone from Loki. If anything, he wasn’t worth Loki’s time or effort. Especially if he didn’t even want help in the first place. Loki glared at the impudent Jotun, his jaw clenching as he stared him down.

“We have everything under control. We don’t need help.” The Jotun grumbled deeply, shooting Loki a scornful glare.

“Yet your population is still shrinking alarmingly with each passing day.” Loki found himself sneering as he got to his feet before he even processed what he was doing.

“You helped decimate us in the first place.” The Jotun spat back, taking a menacing step towards Loki who didn't budge the slightest.

“But I have returned to help.” Loki continued sternly, “What more do you want from me?”

“How? Will you do to us what you have done to your father? Will you wipe us out like the other Frost Giants when you directed the Bifrost directly at us? Why should we trust you?” the Jotun growled with bared teeth.

Loki swallowed thickly. He knew that it wasn’t a smart idea to come here again. It was just a matter of time for the Jotuns to lunge at him for his past doings and end his life for goof. His body tensed up, bracing for the inevitable attack. What would they do to you once he was incapacitated to protect you?

He jumped a bit when the elder Ymir chimed in again, stepping between the two placidly.

“I know the emotions are still running high on either side of this conflict.” he began calmly, addressing the Jotun directly now, “But we have gathered to find a solution, not to stir up another war between the realms. King Loki has returned, despite his wrongdoings in the past, and he is here to help us as a nation to overcome the shortcomings that were caused by the conflicts of the past. We do not ask you to forgive him, but we urge you to think of the future of our kind. Your parents, brothers and sisters, children and all the coming generations. Think of them and what you could provide for them if we manage to overcome these trying times.”

Loki was surprised by Ymir’s words. Since when had the Frost Giant developed a sense of community or even empathy? And since when were children, not a mere necessity to continue their bloodline, devil-may-care? He was actually talking of families and lives and how they could improve their future, not just how to maintain the mere existence of their race.

Loki and the Jotun exchanged one last glare before sitting back down again, the session progressing more proficiently. The conference continued till late into the night as the Jotuns described their predicament in great detail to fill Loki in.

“Elder Ymir.” Loki approached him once the discussion had ended, the other Jotuns already leaving. “Thank you for-“ but before he could finish his sentence, the elder raised his hand to quiet Loki.

“If I may give you advice, your highness…. maybe if you did not oppose to your own skin as much you could be able to reach their hearts.”  he looked deep into Loki’s eyes as if to reach Loki’s own heart with his suggestion. Loki felt taken aback by his request, his nose flaring as his throat constricted.

“I’m not opposed to anything.” he lied, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Then it surely won’t be a problem to take a step towards your kind and get closer to a compromise, would it?” the elder remarked slyly.

“No… I supposed not.” Loki replied small as if he was taken back to being a young boy being led kindly in the right direction by his father. An odd feeling, Loki had to admit.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to come to a solution, sire.” Ymir gently patted Loki’s arm, “Just give your people time to process what’s happening. They’re scared, overwhelmed and wary. Give them some time to adjust… to build trust.”

“I will try my best.” Loki nodded.

“Thank you, your highness.” a small smile played on the lips of the elder, “Let’s get some rest and continue our negotiations in the morning.”

Loki nodded and as if he was under a spell, he parted ways with the elder, walking back to his chambers. On his way, he started to gradually snap out of his trance, as if he had been so shocked by the elder’s kindness, that he had forgotten all his effervescent emotions that wanted to spill over his lips during the discussion. Loki still didn’t like the idea of having to change into his Jotun form, but he argued with himself that this diplomatic mission would go over quicker if he’d make the first step towards reconciliation and show up as one of them to earn their trust. Even if he didn’t want to earn anything because he had nothing to prove to anyone... it wouldn’t hurt to get what he wanted quicker if that meant tricking Jotuns into believing he was one of them. After all, these daft creatures would eat from his hands in no time. Loki was sure of that.

Days passed quickly as Loki started to find his rhythm. During the mornings he could chat with you while having breakfast together while you talked about all your plans for the day. You had already managed to make friends with the young Maid Aria that had brought you to your room on the first day in Jotunheim. Loki envied you for your open nature and the ease you had to make people feel comfortable around you. Loki had been wary of Aria at first, but she had turned out as an exception to any Jotun he had ever met. She was timid and kind, always looking for ways to make him and you feel more welcomed and comfortable around the palace. And if you liked and trusted her, Aria couldn’t be too bad, that’s at least how Loki argued with himself.

As soon as Loki would leave the dining hall to walk towards the council, his skin would slowly start to change hues, getting paler with each echoing step he took until it turned from a soft sky blue into a rich dark blue colour that made his features appear even harsher, the intricate markings not helping either. Even his clothes changed into something more appropriate in Jotunheim. He felt exposed without his armour plate, feeling vulnerable to possible attacks by disgruntled members of the council. But as long as he was able to avoid any reflecting surfaces, he would be ok and soon forget about his changed appearance.

But Ymir had been right. The Jotuns were slowly warming up to the idea of Loki helping them. After their long days in court, he was finally brought out to inspect the damages the attacks by the Aesir had left. Not only the devastating impact of his own attack but also the liberation struggles of Odin and even Thor's visits had left their impression on the Jotunheim's infrastructure. Deep craters lined all over the terrain, pulling apart neighbouring houses and villages. Loki couldn’t help the feeling of shame and dread creep up as he saw all the destroyed homes that lay in ruins. The remnants of their inhabitors left behind to rot away slowly, a bitter memory of what once had housed a loving family.

Often times when Loki came back after these gruelling and draining meetings, he'd head directly to the living area of the palace, his shimmer set back into place firmly before he even entered the wing you were allowed to roam freely in. When he'd enter through the wooden doors, you either were welcoming him back with a huge smile and a tight hug, taking away all these negative feelings and thoughts he had gathered during the day. You would report your daily discoveries, making him forget anything that he had seen that day, even if it was just for a few hours.

On other nights, just like tonight, you were already fast asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace, too tired to wait for Loki to come back. Loki couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corners of his mouth as he watched you sleep peacefully for a moment. And then he felt it again. He interpreted it as the envy of your ability to sleep so peacefully. You had nothing that kept you awake at night. You hadn’t done anything as horrible as he had done. Maybe it was fair that he would toss and turn each night, as he realised that he was indeed not any different than the Jotun's. He had been just as much of a monster as they were. Destroying the houses and the lives of innocent, no matter how awful they might have been or could've turned out to be.

Loki shook away these thoughts quickly, instead leaning over your frame and softly kissing your hair before he scooped you up into his arms to carry you back to your room, so you could get a well-deserved night's rest. Loki noticed that the wind outside had picked up tonight, the snow dunes whipping against the windows of the castle as he walked past them. The storm had arrived quicker than Loki had anticipated and it seemed to be quite substantial.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

The houthis atacked israel Ships because they are antisemitisc plus they are starving yemenis

They might be for Palestine but they are not the Good guys

Israeli ships are being targeted because they are carrying and supplying weapons to Israel.

Which are being used to kill Palestinians.

But also because attacking the ships will encourage other countries to halt trade with Israel.

This actually was a key step in the eventual dismantle of the South African apartheid.

And lest we forget, Israel is an aphartied state.

Aphartied for those that don't know is a policy that is founded on the idea of separating people based on racial or ethnic criteria.

So, racism and thinking your race is more superior than another. Like thinking Israeli's are superior to Palestinians and Arabs in general.

The at the time, Jamaican Cheif Minister Norman Manley during the South African apartheid said:

"The ban on trade with South Africa is logical and proper. And done in respect of a country which denies its own people all the basic human rights. And denies coloured people all over the world every right to human rights intercourse.

Since we cannot send a coloured athlete to South Africa nor even a cricket team with any pretense of dignity. Why should we send our goods?"

I bring up Jamaica because they were one of the first nations to condemn South African apartheid.

They banned trade and travel with South Africa despite still being a British Colony.

Something that in a lot of ways mirrors how Yemen, is one of the first countries to act in direct resistance to Israel.

So no it's not antisemitic, just a tried and true method used to aid in the dismantle aphartied regimes.

But than Pro Israeli's much like the Israeli government see every form of resistance against them, no matter if it's peaceful or violent, as antisemitic and terrorism.

Israel can tell the world it wants to make Gaza into Auschwitz but than be afraid and mad when Palestinians want to be free from the river to the sea.

As for the second part of your ask... What are you 5?

Newsflash, there are no perfect heroes this isn't a movie or a cartoon.

Turkey stands with Palestine, they're sending a case to the International Criminal Court in regards to Israel's genocide of the Palestinians.

Which is great.

Doesn't negate the whole Armenian Genocide and the shit they're doing to Kurdish people.

Britain's over here talking about a ceasefire when they've still got colonies.

They're funding the civil war in Sudan, the atrocities against the Congolese and many many more.

Not to mention shipping weapons to Israel.

All of this doesn't mean they shouldn't be speaking out against Israel.

In fact I'd argue it's a more of a reason for them to speak up, because they have the power too.

Also on the topic of starving Yemen, let's not pretend that the UN didn't drop Yemen from their world food programme.

Seemingly in response to Yemen standing against Israel.

Which means the UN like Israel are inflicting collective punishment. Which is both a war crime and a violation of international law.

Yemen standing up for Palestine is a brave and amazing thing, because they have nothing and are doing everything.

Of course they have their own issues, but that doesn't suddenly make what they're doing to aid Palestinians have any less of an affect.

"They aren't the good guys"

Be fucking for real, every country has blood on its hands.

Some more so than others. And those continuing to cause bloodshed need to be held accountable.

That doesn't change that Palestine deserves to be free. As does Yemen as does every country and people facing oppression.

Isrsel has been actively committing a genocide for 75 years, they need to be stopped.

That's an indisputable fact.

#free palestine #free gaza #yemen #free yemen #anti israel #turkey #turkiye #armenien #kurdish #free congo #free sudan #anti zionisim #uk #jamaica #united nations #long post

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp is shafted by the fandom bc of racism mostly unfortunately but also I've heard a lot of people tend to not like Usopp because of how pre timeskip he's so cowardly or whatever which really throws me through a loop and floors me personally because besides the fact that he's my besutiful funny little guy for that, I also think Usopp isn't really that cowardly at all--I think he's brave. For the same reason why Nami is brave and why they both help eachother. They don't have superpowers or freak bones built into them, they are realists and grounded in the fact they know exactly what they're up against and they're just normal ppl against gods and bloodthirsty weirdos. And yet they both overcome that fear of...Dying and stand with their crew anyway. They are so brave and strong to me. Usopp is amazing and the reasons people have for not loving him to pieces are ones I always find quite shocking.

I agree wholeheartedly!! Tbh I've always thought Usopp was underrated mainly because of racism but being white I don't think I can make a proper analysis about the racism within the fandom because I don't get it first-hand. But I would love somebody to write it because I genuinely think it's very off-putting how the fandom treats him and I'd love to read it. So, if anybody knows/writes a post like that please send it to me!!

And yeah, most of the people I've known who dislike Usopp always use the "he's a coward" excuse when he's genuinely one of the bravest characters. Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji can rely on their abilities while Usopp is just- He's not built different like them. He's no swordsman. He can't ignite fire from his leg. His body isn't rubber. The monster trio is called the monster trio for a reason, lmao, and they're also pretty much normatively pretty and just guys. Like average guys. Don't get me wrong, I love the three of them, but they're extremely sexualized for a reason and it's because they're sooooo made for the male/shonen-gaze. And I actually love the Monster Trio because even if they're like that, they have amazing backstories and their personalities are extremely complex, even more if you compare them to an average shonen protagonist. But, you know, after all, they're still normative af. They're made for men to want to be like them and women to love them, so a straight white cis guy from the general audience will see them, and ofc he will resonate more with them than with Usopp (when actually the Monster Trio is also for the queers and their stories are wayyyy better than what the general audience ends up seeing, but the mischaracterization of these three is for another post, ig).

On the other hand, Usopp is not like that. He isn't normative. First of all, he's black (forever mad at the whitewashing the own show did to him) so of course racism plays a big role here. But also he's scared most of the time because he's not built like the monster trio. He's scared of dying and scared of being left out and a burden. He wants to be stronger and turn into the adventurer he dreams of being. Despite not having any talent (or not seeing his own talents), he still tries to train harder and harder every day to overcome that fear. Even when he's scared, he'll help his friends and his captain even if that means dying. And people still call him a coward because they can't fucking read properly and they just see the first layer of his personality. I honestly think people don't like him because they hate having to think and having to analyze a character that has more complexity than just fighting and being hot (two things that he also does very well, thank you very much). Usopp is brave and complex and he's so so so funny and enjoyable to watch. He's a relatable character for a lot of people and he has one of the most emotional moments in the whole show. Maybe the people who don't like him suddenly skipped Water 7 because otherwise I don't fucking get it. One of the things I love the most about him is that his dream is something he has to achieve by himself. A thing he has to do by himself and for himself. Believing in himself. Unlike the other dreams of the crew, because most of them are tangible. I know his character is often played for laughs but damn, his emotional moments hit hard and they always break me. I've always loved him and I always will and I will forever fight Usopp haters because I just don't get them.

People hate seeing complex characters because then they have to think instead of just staring at men titties <3

#i'm the hater of usopp haters #usopp defender for life #i luv him he's the love of my life #my cutie patootie #he's the best and i will fight for him forever #one piece #usopp

[theelf-online]

This is ventier than what I usually post but I'm just sooo irritated.

I was trying to explain how because I'm Jewish, I'm not white, and how that is directly because nazis (and other antisemites) view Jews as a separate race. They don't view me as such and want me dead because of it. And this one person had the full on audacity to go "yeah but treating being Jewish like it's a separate race is antisemitic". YEAH NO SHIT, I WONDER WHY THAT DIDNT STOP THE NAZIS FROM COMMITTING GENOCIDE AGAINST MY PEOPLE FOR BEING A DIFFERENT RACE!

This person was poc too, and could totally understand why someone who is mixed or is white passing has situational privileges but still experiences racism because they're not actually white, but suddenly not why that applies to me because I'm Ashkenazim and pale? My skin color doesn't make me immune to racialized antisemitism, especially since I'm *actively and visibly Jewish*. An antisemite isn't going to look at me and go, "Oh pale skin, must be white! Time to move to the next person." They're going to see my kippah and Magen David and go "Oh another kike to kill."

#original post #personal vent #jumblr #tw antisemitism #antisemitism #racialized antisemitism #shoah mention #genocide mention #k slur #reblogs/likes ok #but the minute someone clowns on this post you're getting blocked and reblogs are turning off

[copaganda-clobberfest]

What’s the white fang? Srry i don’t watch rwby

The White Fang is an organization made up of an in-universe minority group, the Faunus, who use violent (but successful) means in the hopes of achieving a set goal, being getting basic fucking rights for their people who, up until around the time the show begins if I recall, were being ENSLAVED.

But while in the first 3 seasons they were treated as Team Rocket Grunt: Black People Metaphor edition for our white mains to beat around, around volume 4 things quickly became incredibly sickening for me.

First of all, introductions of characters such as Fennec, Corsac, and Ilia— all of whom are non white characters even outside of their Faunus heritage, the former two being Muslim-coded and the ladder Lakota respectively— and said Lakota girl coming from a not-too privileged standpoint of someone who was orphaned by human doings, when her parents died in a mining accident that was never prevented by the company they worked for.

These characters are BAD Faunus, portrayed as violent and with the two Muslim-coded characters being portrayed as weirdly cult-y? (one basically kills himself/gets himself killed for the cause. I wish i was joking*) and the indigenous girl needing to be tamed by her much whiter friend due to her having been protesting “wrongly.” Indigenous people who protest against their treatment are to this day (as the bigotry and oppression faced by native peoples hasn’t gone away one bit) labeled terrorists.

The White Fang… are written to be terrorists. Terrorists who just want to take over the other and rule because “they (Faunus) are the dominant species.” This straight up sounds like propaganda you’d hear on the news during 2020. Shoot me.

The allusive leader of the white fang is barelt a character because she gets fridged the moment we see her and yet there is something to be said about her allusion. She is based of Shere Khan, a character from The Jungle Book,

written by the same guy that wrote the infamously racist “White Man’s Burden” poem in support of colonization and social Darwinism.

And then we get to Adam. Arguably the character apart of the white fang we saw THE MOST of, who in season 5 is suddenly this cruel, heartless asshole who only wants the Faunus to take over the white people I mean the humans.

And then in the season AFTERWARDS it’s revealed oh he never cared about the Faunus AT ALL HE JUST WANTED POWER BECAUSE HES JUST AN ABUSIVE ASSHOLE CUNT AND BTW you know the scene? The scene the writers included so that the viewers REALLY got just how evil Adam truly was?

They revealed Adam got fucking branded in the eye like a slave would be in 1800’s America. I wish I was kidding I really really wish. Branded with the initials of a human-owned, rich white company with… a German name. Schnee. Why do I point this out?

The name, Adam, is a Jewish name. It’s Hebrew. Fuck this show.

(sorry this is super rambly Anon just this topic makes me really mad in particular. Again, sorry!)

Edit:

*I worded this wrongly. He simply died for the cause, not outright offed himself or anything. My mistake. Still not a good look at all, but mistakes are to be corrected when I see them.

And no, this is not me trying to be some… “abuse apologist” for fictional characters. I am simply pointing out the fact the character was written this way, but also, what such a decision reflects onto the rest of the story. Plus… the (frankly poorly handled, that’s another day’s discussion) abuse storyline isn’t what we’re talking about. It’s the fucking racist writing perpetuated in this show.

But similarly to how it went in the show, the abuse storyline was able to cover up the racism for most people, as it nearly did me on an initial rewatch. Just like how Hama’s justifiable feelings towards the Fire nation were covered up by her blood-bending other people. The Flag-smashers’ ideals being covered up by them being terrorists. Killmonger wanting to improve the lives of black peoples globally being partially covered up by… you get the point.

Reblogs are turned of on this post for the meantime because I don’t want to start drama on what is meant to be a fairly harmless poll. Sorry for that.

#rwby #copaganda clobberfest #not a poll #rwby makes me break character sorry y’all.

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I FINALLY GOT PT TWO OUT LETS GOOO!!!

⚠︎TW!!: mentions of racism, triggers for squeamish readers (she does get infected with a parasite! And it does mention what it feels like), mild language, descriptions of blood, gore, and corpses/parasites (Nothing too explicit)

world: BG3/ Baldurs Gate 3 (Specifically on the nautiloid ship and escaping it <3)

Main character: My Tav, Nymlynn (Tiefling Druid, level 1)

word count: 1,093

Enjoy reading!!

Baldurs Gate, 1492.

Nymylynn walked the streets of Baldurs Gate like many she will soon meet do. Her cloak tight against her body. Tieflings haven’t been…very trusted since Elturel. It’s not like she could hide her heritage well anyways. Purple skin like a dawns sky. A maw of fangs made for ripping into meat. Large claws adorning her hands.

But Nymlynn was far from a demon people saw her as. Any real look would discern that. Small and soft. Big round eyes, piercing blue. The only light thing about her coloring. Ravensun. It’s an interesting last name. A raven, dark and black. A sign of evil in many cultures. Like Nym herself. But sun? Light and energetic, up with the clouds. A sign of day, a sign of purity. Nymlynn.

Her boots hit the floor, her wrist gently resting on her quarterstaff. Eyes glinting in the dark, light sensitive and dark visioned. She turns and hurried down the alleyway, past where a certain vampire was drinking.

A loud buzz filled the air. A crash. Darkness. Pain. Eyes widening. Writhing tentacles.

The nautiloid. Illithids.

She gets strapped in, delirious and confused. She tried to scream, but she can’t make a noise. As she watches the vicious teeth of a parasite slither in between her eye socket. She feels it in her brain. Writhing as she doubles over.

Passing out for god knows how long.

She wakes up to ruin. Her body collapsing out of her holder. Fingers digging into the floor.

“Ta zmy myddw…” (translation: “to the hells…”) she mutters. Her head still reeling, stomach churning. she gets to her knees and manages to get to her feet. Looking around.

She finds the pool, orange glistening liquid. She reaches out, the tank crumbling under her touch. Some sort of parasite juice spilling out on the ground. She gags, turning away as she hurry’s along.

Why is she free? What is going on?

The ship was deep purple like her skin. Living and breathing. Flesh. It was a living ship. What the fuck has she gotten into?

She climbed and walked around, trying to find some exit…and I guess she did find one.

Outside. Loud noises, fire, a ripped open ship. She stared out, and soon a Githyanki jumps down.

Sword to throat, Nyms eyes wide. “Who are you?!” The strange woman growls out, pressing the sharp blade closer to delicate skin.

Suddenly they both feel the parasite writhe. Eyes rolling back and sword nearly dropped. A warrior, fighting alongside other Githyanki, calls to a goddess, harsh voices, a person kidnapped. Lae’zel was the name. But what did Lae’zel see? A small child running. Vines twisting and taking the life of another. Tree tops with light shining through. Screams of agony and terror. Blood spilled.

It ends.

Nym doubles over, staring up at the warrior Lae’zel. She thinks for a moment, before softly whispering. “Not a threat…just a victim. Like you are.”

Lae’zel huffs, glaring. Then roughly grabbing her. “Name. Now.”

“Nymylnn.” She flinched back, her voice so small compared the harsh womans.

They continue on. Not saying much, they had to hurry. The tremors on the ship were getting stronger.

They run into a room. Cages similar to the ones they emerged from lined the walls. And soon they find a woman. Banging on glass.

“You!” The raven-haired woman yells out. “Please, get me out!” She bangs her fists on the glass, eyes full of desperation.

Nymlynn timidly steps forward as she tries to open it. But it doesn’t budge. Some magical seal holding it in place.

“Leave the damned woman! We have to go!” Lae’zel snaps. Nym steps back, she doesn’t want to go. She has to save the woman.

Her voice yells out. “I’ll get you out! You’ll be okay!” Nym weakly looks at Lae’zel and hurries off. Throwing open chests while the warrior grumbles and curses.

She find a panel, tries to connect. Writhing parasite.

She’s in.

Wills it to open.

Shadowheart is free from the clutches of the nautiloid containments.

They stand, a trio. A half-elf, a Gith, and a Tiefling. An odd collection really. Shadowheart sighs, offering a wry smile. “Thank you…?”

“Nymlynn.” Her soft voice answers. Shadowheart offers a kind smile, her eyes flickering to the Githyanki. Slight prejudice slipping into her features.

Lae’zel glares. “Great you've wasted time! We need to go and now!”

Nymlynn got uneasy. She hater people fighting, hated loud noises and arguments. And she was sure that her newly found friends would be full of it.

But what else could she do?

They hurry to the center of a ship, an illithid and imps fighting. Roars and blood spilled, already a few gored corpses on the black slick ground.

It was time to fight.

Lae’zel roared and ran forward, bringing down her sword. Slicing through demons and hacking away limbs. Shadowheart ran forward, sliding in the blood and casting something arcane. A bolt of light shooting out and hitting an imp in the chest.

And now it was Nyms turn.

She had gotten use to a bit of carnage from her years as an adventurer. But every time she still gets sick. Taking the life of another, monster or not, was never an easy thing. But this was life or death. Loud roars of dragons and screams were growing. Tremors on the ship rattling and growing closer together.

She needed to do something.

She ran forward and brought down her staff.

After many hits, scratches, and some blood she managed to drag herself to the console. She brought up her bloodied hands, grapped two writhing fleshy vines, the teeth on them digging into each other. Then it all flashed, and everything went to shit.

She screamed out, felt herself fall. Farther and farther. She was going to hit the ground. She was going to die. After everything she did, after everything she fought for. She was going to end it here. Was it better than what was to come?

Well none of those thoughts came out because the only thing her vocal cords could really do was form the sound, “AAAARGHHH!!”

She nearly hits the ground, she curls up and then it stops. And she gently hits the ground with a thud. She was saved…something had stopped the fall.

There was no time to think. She was free. And where exactly was she?

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