Having been in that place of “so many long distance friends all in one place!!” A couple of times I just can’t help but feel so much second hand happiness for the cc hermits. You could tell the entire weekend that they were all so giddy - from raising $800k for charity over two days, yes - but also from just being in the same space. Getting to hug and play fight and shoot each other with nerf guns and bringing treats from home for everyone to try.
It just makes you think, you know. I mainly deal with the characters they play, and try very hard to separate those characters from their creators, but at the end of the day all of the love that they pour into their characters and the world they make together is all down to how much they also love each other irl. And good for them, good for them. I hope they had just as much, if not more, time off the clock to just hang out together
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not to be a woman womaning all over the place but i feel like if you genuinely like. do not have friends that are women then you have something to work on. if you cant think of any female characters that you treat the same way you do male characters then you have something to work on. if you cant handle even seeing "i dont like being called a guy/bro/lad/etc because it doesnt feel gender neutral to me" but can understand when one of your masc besties is uncomfortable with being called girlie or sister then you have something to work on. if your default in regards to how you handle other people and even characters is to assume masculinity then you have something to work on. if you cant even let women and otherwise feminine people speak about our experiences without bringing up how you suffer too then you have something to work on.
it doesnt matter if youre queer or a poc or a minority in whatever which way, if you do not include women in your life and cant even stand a fucking inch of genuine feminism (and i dont mean terfs but god is it fucking agonizing that thats all you people can think of when you hear feminism anymore) where the point is to treat women, all women, equally then you have something to work on. listen to women, even the ones whose experiences completely dont align with yours (hell ESPECIALLY the ones whose experiences completely dont align with yours). just like how we all have to check ourselves for racism, ableism, queerphobia, we all have to check ourselves for misogyny too. stop acting like it got solved at some point. it still exists and it exists within you and you have to actually fucking work on that. "women should be included in your life and you should listen to them" shouldnt be a hard goddamn pill to swallow.
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Post S3. Steve — inspired by how out of shape the kids were, knowing they're about to enter highschool territory and will need even better stamina to protect themselves from bullies, and it's just good for them — harasses the party into doing morning cross-country style runs.
At first they obviously try to get out of it. But once Steve starts withholding their chauffeur privileges for a week per run they miss and proves that he means it, they begrudgingly go along with it.
Steve’s not mean about it. He doesn’t push them to run particularly fast or for excruciatingly long distances. As long as they keep themselves moving, he’s happy about it.
Of course even better are the few days where he’s able to convince Max to join them — usually through promised milkshakes afterwards.
She never jogs with them, instead skateboarding either behind them all or taunting them from in front. Which again — Steve’s just happy she’s out in the sun with them. And if the boys are too out of breath to try and strike up any kind of conversation with her when she’s not in the mood for it, then it’s all the better.
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Robin’s a special case. She is, of course, her own adult (as much as you can be at their age, anyway) and Steve loves her like no other, his Platonic Soulmate capital ‘P’. But Steve’s now finished his third round of Upside Down dealings, and he’ll be damned if he leaves her to deal with the aftermath all on her own. (Like he may have felt back in the beginning, but he doesn’t often like to acknowledge those particular feelings).
So when the Underground Bunker and Torture flavored nightmares finally start to make their appearance, Steve knows just the solution.
Much like the kids, it takes some convincing. Especially considering it’s nearly the middle of the night.
But Robin’s much more willing to indulge his jock tendencies. And once they get going, having snuck out Robin’s thankfully ground-floor window, she starts to see the benefit. Simultaneously releasing the body of its flight-or-fight adrenaline rush and helping to get them out of their heads.
She still hates the actual running part of it. Bemoans every time they come back covered in sweat (okay so mainly just Robin, Steve’s only “lightly damp” by his own words).
Yet Robin is the one to suggest moving their runs to the daytime as they slowly recover from Starcourt. Slowly able to get a proper night’s rest again.
Eventually it almost just becomes habit to quick change, grab their drinks, and go for a lap around the downtown shops if they both get off shift before the sun sets.
And if a certain unsuspecting metalhead happens to keep almost walking into signposts whenever the two of them jog past, well, Robin’s entitled to a little free entertainment. ;)
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Current Events in Silm fandom rlly reinforce my feeling that, despite claiming an ethos of acceptance/tolerance of anything that doesn't hurt ppl, a lot of ppl in the section of Silm fandom I frequent do follow a set of socially-agreed-upon mores about what concepts are "not acceptable" to discuss or propose (or the ways in which certain topics must be discussed to be acceptable), that you all seem to have agreed on despite the things those mores restrict not being harmful to anyone.
And when someone does say smth that violates those mores, the response is disproportionate to the amount of harm done (which is typically none, imo). I know it's tempting to say "but we just want people to be comfortable and safe", but treating ppl badly for the sin of sharing thoughts you dislike is NOT the same as preventing people from doing things that are harmful. The former is much more of a harmful behavior than the sharing of the thoughts that sets it off. Fannish etiquette, people: you shouldn’t act like someone’s meta makes them morally suspect just because you disagree with it; save the “this is morally bad” for things that are ACTUALLY harmful. We're all stuck on this website together & if you want to have any sort of community, you need to ACT like you're in a community, and that means letting other people say things you dislike. Block them if you need to! I block people all the time because i know it's better for me AND for them if we can both blog in peace.
I am not particularly comfortable with the young-queer-on-tumblr silm fandom rn due to this tendency to rebuke things that are uncomfortable rather than harmful. Maybe that's fine with you. But if your goal is to make all fans feel comfortable and accepted, you need to actually do that. If your goal is to make people who share your unwritten rules comfortable in your space, you need to admit that, and write those rules down, and curate your space so it follows them.
Edited 8:10am PST to clarify the specifics of the behavior I find concerning.
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On Faceless Death, From the Perspective of Someone Who Deals with Death Every Day
This is a post I’ve toyed with writing for a while, and I keep thinking about writing it every few months when a new tragedy or accident or some other event that leads to loss of life comes up, and I see the inevitable deluge of people celebrating the deaths. And these are very rarely the deaths of known actors, those whose actions, both good and bad, are public record.
These are, for lack of a better term, the unknown and faceless. The “Ten People Die in Such-and-Such a Circumstance” people. What is known about them is usually that they were in a place when an event occurred, be it a concert, a festival, a town, whatever. But there are assumptions made about them because of where they were and what they might have been doing. People claim that “everyone” doing a specific thing or being in a specific place was a member of XYZ group, and that’s why it’s fine to laugh and celebrate the deaths of these very ordinary people.
And I call them ordinary because they are. Because all death is ordinary, because everyone is equalized in that. Because these are not known actors, but those people who simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and their names, their faces, their stories are likely known only to those they left behind.
I am a medical examiner. Every day I go to work and I’m greeted by photos and stories of the dead. These are also often people who were in a certain place at a certain time, who have judgment passed on them. These are the woman found in a cheap motel room with a syringe floating next to her in a moldy bathtub. These are the tatted-up uncle walking his nephew home when he’s caught in a drive-by. This is the wealthy man who is bludgeoned to death while out walking on a secluded trail. These are the kids caught in cross-fire as their older siblings shoot out their disputes. These are an old woman dying alone at home and not being found for weeks because no one thought to check on her. These are young college students driving home from a party when they roll over and get ejected through a windshield. These are the rich, the poor, the addicted, the previously-sick, the expected-right-up-until-it-wasn’t. These are those who at least someone will claim weren’t “innocent” victims. These are people of unknown pasts and stories found dead far from home, whose stories and even identities may never be known. Sometimes it’s natural, sometimes accidental, sometimes they kill themselves or someone else kills them. Sometimes we just can’t tell because they’re so decomposed by the time they’re found that all we can say is that there’s no obvious trauma and no retained bullets.
And the thing that unites all these cases, from the mundane to the photos that still haunt me, is that they’ve almost all left people behind. These are the people who death truly hurts, because for the dead there is no more hurt, but for those that remain there is nothing but hurt. The woman who overdoses in the tub is found by her boyfriend. The old woman finally has a daughter who comes from hours away to crawl through a window and find her. The nephew sees his uncle gunned down. The siblings realize exactly the cost of their war when their baby siblings are bleeding out. They are the ones left behind. They are the ones who feel the guilt and the grief and the hole in the world where their loved ones used to be.
And every time I see people celebrating the death of some stranger whose name and life is unknown to them, purely because they were at a certain place at a certain time, or they are assumed to be “one of those sorts of people”, I think about these deaths: lonely or in public, in fear or shock or the simple and chill acceptance that comes with realizing they will die. I think about the conversations a medical examiner or a paramedic or a scene investigator has with those left behind. I think about these lives, each unique, intricate, and gone. I think about the tattoos that tell a story. I think about the color of clouded-over eyes. I think about the clothing they or someone else chose for them. I think about text conversations, about emails and scribbled-down notes in handwriting so bad I can only make out a few words. I think about all the things that they have done or could have done, all the paths they have walked and will never walk.
Working with death on such an intimate level is an incredibly humbling experience. It makes me realize how small we all are, and yet also how vast. How our lives and deaths spread out to touch so many others. It’s why, with very few exceptions, I view all deaths as tragedies. Yes, including the death of that nameless, faceless person you’re thinking about right now who was probably a member of some group you think deserves it. Because lives can change. Paths can change. People can change, right up until everything stops. Death is the one thing that guarantees a person will never change. Maybe you think that because they might have been a part of a certain group, they are purely and simply Bad People, or that they must have done terrible things and their death is therefore somehow a good thing. In your hypothetical world where this very real death can be used for moral clout and grandstanding.
But you don’t know who they were. You don’t know what they did or who they left behind. Death is never clean. It is a fracture that goes through so many lives. There are so few people in the world whose loss is a genuine net good. Of course they exist, but I find that they are rare. And I certainly can never assume that someone I don’t know, who was simply in a place at a time and may or may not be “one of those people”, whichever people are being discussed, would be so bad that their death should be celebrated, and that the pain of those left behind should, in turn, also be celebrated. I think the world has more than enough casual cruelty without adding to it in that way.
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i think it’s weird that displaying glee at random privileged people dying has become shorthand for how progressive you are, as if it demonstrates a level of enlightenment that is above having empathy for people who hold a level of privilege in the world and therefore are “the bad guys”
i also think it’s weird that freak accidents or instances of death are framed as “justice.” like how does a random billionaire dying lead to a more just and equitable society?
i ALSO think it’s weird that expressing any kind of horror at the circumstances of a privileged person’s death is framed as “simping for billionaires” or some shit. as if a personal emotional reaction to someone’s horrific death and the impact that death would have on loved ones precludes any level of class consciousness
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what I've noticed on social media lately is that people making fun of a certain personality/interest have to add in something that makes the person morally wrong, in a way that usually makes no sense. They want to paint the group (that they're usually just annoyed at) as morally wrong, and they can't admit to themselves that they dislike the group just because they're annoying. that's it. They're annoying.
Take this:
this post is insulting fujoshis. which. i mean. fair. But you can see that most of these actions are just annoying, not wrong. However, I think that the person wanted to garner more hate towards fujoshis by adding that little "the age of consent is 13!!" in there, where it actually doesn't make much sense. Fujoshis arent pedos, they fetishize gay men. Don't add random shit cause you want more hate for a group you find annoying.
there r some other examples and I will add them when I find where I saved them on pinterest in a fit of rage xo
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