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kiruamon · 8 months

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Part 1 Briefing

"Keep going. Haven't got all day." It's been like this since you arrived. It's your first day at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex. When you spotted the job offer as a security guard on the internet, you didn't hesitate long and sent off an application. Even though you didn't know at the time if it was going to work out. But here you are now, running after your co-worker - who has been a bit grumpy since the beginning and briefly introduced himself as Jeff to you - and receiving a briefing from him, which he seems very reluctant to give. "There are two things you absolutely must remember," he tells you. "Never lose your name tag. Always carry it with you while you're in the building. That thing has a chip with your employee ID. The animatronics and bots have facial recognition, but with that thing, they'll recognize you as an employee even from a good distance away, and they'll leave you alone when you're making your rounds at night." "Okay, got it." Somehow he sounded constantly exasperated. You force yourself to smile and nod politely in order not to upset your future co-worker even more. And yet, his expression only turns grimmer.

"The second thing is this," he reaches for something in his jacket pocket and shoves it into your hand as you both continue to walk through the aisles. It looks like a black tablet. Curious, you hit the power button and the screen comes to life. But what is displayed there isn't too impressive. Just four options are shown to you on the screen, two of those options are just for locking and unlocking the remaining functions. Currently, the remaining symbols are unlocked. "The bell lets you set off silent alarms within the facility. During the day, if there's trouble, a couple of the security bots will come rolling in. Not that the blockheads are any help. Better not rely too much on them. At night, it will also notify the security program. You can just let them do the rest of the work." "That freak," you hear your Jeff mutter under his breath before he continues. "So assess the situation. Sound the alarm if necessary, and in an absolute emergency, call the police on one of the phones. Got it so far?" "Uh. Yes. Yes! Got it. Although… I do have one more question. What's the other symbol for? This… lightning bolt?" At least it looks like the typical symbol that usually warns you about electricity. "Hah! That thing is linked to the nighttime security program. If for some reason it doesn't respond to the alarm or otherwise gives you trouble, just give it a controlled shock with this." Pardon? A shock? Baffled, you stare at your co-worker before asking in utter confusion, "You want me to… shock the system?" that sounded… not like something you should do with technical equipment. Your colleague, however, just waves it off. As if your concerns are just annoying flies he has to deal with. "Not the system itself. When talking about the security program, it means one of the animatronics. From the daycare. The one that looks like a moon. You know." You didn't. You didn't read anything about a moon shaped animatronic on the website. You only know the four band members of the Pizzaplex, who each had their own little profile on the official website. So… the extra guard is an animatronic that resembles a moon? Well that just adds more concerns to your mind about this bizarre function. It feels like you're being told to shock one of your co-workers and not worry about the consequences. Not a good feeling. Jeff is probably just exaggerating… So far, you haven't heard him say a good word about anyone or anything. You want to give him the tablet back, but he just waves you off. "I was supposed to hand it to you anyway. It's my last day in this madhouse here." That surprises you. Somehow you thought you'd run into each other more often. Now to hear that you're basically his replacement for the job is kind of a weird feeling. No wonder he's so disinterested and allows himself a few pointed remarks. "Oh, okay." Guess you will keep it then. Well, at least you won't have to bother with getting along with him by hook or crook. You take a deep breath and lock the functions on the pad first, if only to avoid the risk of a false alarm or an accidental shock, before turning it off and putting it away.

You continue your walk around the facility. Jeff barely pauses. Now that you know he's quitting today, you can already guess that he just wants to get this whole thing over with quickly, and you're not too mad at him for that, either. If you finish earlier, you can at least take a look at the places that seemed interesting to you. Eventually, you end up with him standing inside one of the employee break rooms. It's a pretty small room. An old sofa. A table, three chairs, a few metal lockers that already look a bit battered and scratched. Nothing particularly exciting. Jeff is already digging out his bag from one of the lockers and looks like he's ready to leave any second. "Understood everything so far?" "Oh. Yeah. Yeah I guess," you reply hastily and it seems to be the answer he wants to hear from you. "And… thanks again for the tour and the advice." "Just following my orders," he merely grumbles, giving you a look like he's feeling sorry for you for some reason. "Hope you've got good nerves. Gonna need them here." You don't bother to ask what he is referring to, because he's already out the door and you don't feel like chasing after him. So you just shout a little goodbye after him. It's probably nothing after all. Your eyes wander to the clock on the wall and realize that it can't possibly be three o'clock, which is why you look at your phone instead. It's half an hour before closing time. During the week, the Pizzaplex was only open until 21:30. So slowly the last visitors were surely on their way to the main entrance to leave the building, before in half an hour the doors and shutters were closed automatically. That should give you some more time to look through the documents you got at the beginning. Various safety regulations. Locations of fire extinguishers in the different areas of the complex, where to find the emergency exits, what to do in case of a fire, the usual stuff that new employees are given to read through.

By now it's half past nine and you decide to make your first official round. Even if it makes you a little nervous that you will be on your own. After all, it's the first time you've taken a job as a security guard. … everything will be fine! Think positively! There's not that much that can go wrong! The complex is already pretty well secured with all the technical equipment. Most things run automatically here. In the worst case, there might be a teenager or child wandering around somewhere, trying to hide here for fun. "Wouldn't be surprised if that happened more often at a place like this," you mutter to yourself with a smile. Because hey, what kid wouldn't dream of hanging out with their idols for a night? And that is what the Glamrocks are to the kids, who come here with their parents to just see them. The thought makes you smile a little. Speaking of the Glamrocks… maybe you'll run into your non-human colleagues on your walk and finally get a chance to properly introduce yourself to them! Earlier with Jeff, you only saw some of them when passing by. But the band members had been completely surrounded by their cute, little fans and you had moved past them so quickly that you hadn't even been able to wave to them a hello. By now with a little more confidence, you fish out the map you received with the rest of the documents and leave the break room with it to set off on your big, exciting expedition! Without any nagging, bad vibes or rushing. You grin a little, because you are now somehow looking forward to being allowed to roam around here without worrying about what some grouchy co-worker thinks of you. "So let's see where to go first."

So that's it for the introduction. In part 2 Y/N will meet Sun! I have the part already written down and translated. Just have to reread the translated text once more and put tags on it. Guess I will tag story parts and sketches for this security au with: never forgotten.

Not sure if it will be a full on going story or not. But I want to give my ideas some space in whatever way works best. Be it sketches with short or longer explanations or these story parts (with or without sketches). We will see.

#never forgotten #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf y/n #story time #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #we go the dca route here #Old security guy is an idiot #I translate my stuff mostly with DeepL and using dict.cc to countercheck single words. But yeah there can still be some hickups and stuff.#Inside my head I think of the Y/N in my story or sketches as male but please feel free to picture them whatever you like #I will try to keep the gender neutral in the upcoming texts but no promises cause I haven't really much experience with it #Also yes. Super hyped from all the amazing y/n x dca art out here! And reading ffs like Solar Lunacy!

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year

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By: Neil Johnston

Published: Oct 25, 2022

It aimed to encourage students to speak more “inclusively” and not fall foul of those who may be offended by sex- specific pronouns. But the University of Cambridge’s decision to say Auf Wiedersehen to teaching gendered German has prompted warnings from linguists that students risk making a fool of themselves when talking with native speakers.

Undergraduates paying £9,250 a year have been urged to use “inclusive language” and “to use gender- and non-binary-inclusive language when we address or refer to students and colleagues, both in writing and in speech in English and in German”.

Course managers said they encouraged students and staff to choose newer forms with plural nouns.

When writing, they may render feminine nouns unisex by inserting an asterisk before the suffix — a nonstandard usage known as the “gender star”.

They noted that “in extended German texts grammatical structures can inhibit inclusivity . . . relative and other pronouns, for example, are obligatorily marked for grammatical gender, so going gender-free is difficult to achieve”.

The university acknowledged that “gender as a grammatical category is part of native speakers’ language competence, and overlaps only partly with gender as a real-world phenomenon and a lived identity”, but said that students could use gender-neutral terms.

In German grammar, some words are gendered but when referring to the plural, the male form is usual.

Oliver Baer, of the German Language Association, said the curriculum at Cambridge was like a comedy sketch.“

My first reaction is it’s like Monty Python is back,” he said. “It’s a minefield and I would hate to recommend to any Englishman to have to go through the details of all that. Although it’s accepted, it’s not respected to speak like that in Germany. I’d never pay £9,000 . . . I wouldn’t recommend that to anybody.”

He added: “Language doesn’t evolve from the top down. Maybe you can do that in North Korea, but not in our society.”

Baer, who is from Dortmund, said he and colleagues at the German Language Association believed their mother tongue was being “abused”, adding that people were “possessed by genitalia”. He said a better course of action would be to neutralise the implied maleness of some forms of German language.

He added: “If a non-native speaker came and tried to use gender-neutral German while on holiday here I think they would stand a good chance of making a fool of themselves. Fortunately we have no German word for ‘woke’, so we borrow it from the English.” Others said that the progressive form of the language should be taught.

Most German nouns that refer to people are either masculine or feminine, with unisex forms rare.

Maren Pauli, head of B2B didactics at the language-learning channel Babbel, said “grammatical gender should not be mistaken with gender in general”.

She added: “If we talk about persons, like people, we only have two options to choose from. We have masculine and the feminine — if you would talk about any kind of professional, in German, if you use one single word — you have to decide whether you’re talking about a male teacher or a female teacher. There is no way in the German language to have it as neutral, as it is in English.“

What’s happening is that it’s not inventing a new word, but it’s basically just mentioning both forms.“

It’s just using what we already have in the language in a more reflective and flexible way to include everybody.”

A spokesman for the University of Cambridge said: “As it clearly states on the faculty of modern and medieval languages and linguistics website, ‘students are free to choose for themselves how to engage with inclusive language when speaking and writing in German’. To suggest otherwise is entirely wrong.”

This is the same thing Xians have been working on for decades: legitimize the illegitimate.

As intelligent design is to evolution, as feminist glaciology is to glaciology, as alternative facts are to facts, as “latinx” is to latino.

‘students are free to choose for themselves how to engage with inclusive language when speaking and writing in German’

Translation: “You send yourself to hell.” Those who don’t will be visible from those who do.

#University of Cambridge #German #Germany #german language #gendered language #gender neutral #lunacy #insane people #woke insanity #academic corruption #inclusive language #corruption of education #woke #wokeism #woke activism #cult of woke #wokeness as religion #religion is a mental illness

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twoshotsoffandom · 2 years

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It has been too long since I doodled the Bois and Wyatt

With a bonus sona doodle in the corner because I can :>

the jacket design is from @bamsara 's Solar Lunacy

#behold! art #fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #Wyatt #i love doodling these guys #Wyatt is so gender I love them #so huggable #solar lunacy

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stopthewoke · 3 days

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KUDOS to these brave young girls for standing up for themselves!

#youtube #irene brit usa #anti trans #trans woman #trans man #transgender #transgender lunacy #woke is a joke #woke agenda #woke liberal madness #woke culture #woke is evil #woke ideology #there are only two genders

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thejockout · 2 months

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New File: Bodybuilder Goon Loop

My thumbnails continue to get worse 👍

This is an experimental file, my first loop ever and also another commission from a beautiful, generous soul willing to sponsor this lunacy. This loop builds upon the feedback loop that already exists in your mind, this idea that muscle = s3x = muscle = s3x, and injects a desire to see YOURSELF become more muscular, more powerful right into the middle of that loop. So the longer you go, the more you want to grow…

It's a very chaotic loop with lots of layering and suggestion - its intention is that you listen to it while watching or scrolling muscle p0rn and edg1ng, so it's deliberately trippy and confusing. Just let it waaaash over you, bros. Enjoy it. Tell me how you like it. It won't be for everyone, but I think it'll really hit the ones who are into this shit.

CW: Gendered praise, male JOI, slight suggestion to come back for repeat listens.

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When I'm not trancing myself or others, I'm usually off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland, but I am always available for commissions if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $55-80, but you can check my pinned Tumblr post for more up-to-date info. You can also support me with a one-time tip either via Paypal or Ko-Fi. Keep listening, bros.

#hypnokink #gay hypnosis #jockout #jockification #SoundCloud #jockoutreleases

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theonion · 11 months

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TALLAHASSEE, FL—In a sweeping effort to curtail what he called “woke gender ideology,” Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis signed a new bill into law Wednesday banning men from becoming nurses. “Imagine how disturbed a child would be at the doctor’s office if a nurse stepped into the room to take their temperature and it was a man—how would a parent even begin to explain that?” said DeSantis, who slammed the practice of letting men work in the field of nursing as “biologically unnatural” and “pure lunacy, plain and simple.”

Full story.

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lunarmoves · 11 months

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for evermore

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: gender neutral reader, possessive (obsessive) behavior, ruminations of a robot, dark thoughts ahead tbh (human mortality, fragility, death), oblivious reader if u squint, non-sexual intimacy, forehead kisses, mentions of blood and gore, moon is glitch'd, sun too tbh but its more subtle, sun's pov is like. sm lighter and then moon's is right out of an mcr song, unreliable narrator

a/n: this fic is inspired by @bamsara's iconic solar lunacy. sun&moon in this are very much deeply, irrevocably in love with u, but! when taken from the reader's pov, u can interpret that as you like! hope yall enjoy my silly little 4 am thoughts LMAO hope they make sense

word count: 2k

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One of the kids has a bit of a crush on you.

It’s cute, really. Sun watches the way little Riley holds out a drawing to you—two stick figures holding hands together in a field of flowers colored lavender and cerulean. It’s clear that it’s supposed to be you and Riley, both of you happy as can be. You smile as you take the drawing, admiring the care Riley put into every stroke of their crayons.

“It’s us!” Riley says proudly, tiny fingers gripping onto your arm that holds the paper. Bright eyes look up eagerly at you for your reaction. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you reply with all the care and adoration you can muster into your voice. Your free hand reaches over to smooth down the hair on Riley’s head. “Oh, you’re so talented! Look how cute we are!”

Riley beams, bright and happy, and Sun thinks it’s so wonderful that you’re able to get along well with the kids. He twirls a crayon around in his hand, idly spinning it across metal joints and silicon, then returns to doodling across the paper in front of him. Long limbs have pretzeled their way into sitting at one of the kid’s tables not too far from your own.

“When I grow up,” Riley continues in a steadfast voice, “I’m gonna marry you. And we’ll get a biiiiig house with lotsa puppies! And kitties!”

“Lotsa puppies and kitties, huh?” you ask as you set the drawing down on the table and pull Riley closer so you can set them on your lap. You pinch at their chubby little cheek. “You ready for that much responsibility, squirt?”

Riley nods. Sun rests his chin on his palm, propped up on one of his legs. The hand holding his crayon continues to doodle. “Yeah! We’re gonna feed ‘em, and we’re gonna walk ‘em, and dress ‘em up!”

You hum out a response, but by then Sun is lost in his thoughts. It’s cute, he tells himself again, gaze not really seeing what’s before him as he glances at you and Riley. Humans and their little dreams. Their bonds and their emotions. The freedom they hold within their grasps. Silly, silly humans. Silly, silly, silly.

Sun looks down at his drawing. You and him, standing in front of a little house. Free as can be to live under a bright blue sky with puffy, cotton-candy clouds. He wonders what that is like. To live with someone so closely. Being there when they wake up and when they fall asleep. Seeing them at their highs and their lows. He wonders if that is even feasible, for someone like him. The freedom he dreams about rests just beyond the tips of his artificial fingers. He tilts his head to the side and releases the tight grip he has on his crayon.

Silly robot, he thinks to himself.

Then, he folds up the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket.

The pizzaplex, above all else, is a cold place.

Sun knows its lights are too bright and its colors too jarring at times. It’s something he has grown used to—the only thing he has ever known, really. He is not exposed to much, with how limited his boundaries are and how restrictive the access he has to the internet is. You give him new things to ponder about. You blow away the coldness like it’s nothing. And he thinks the warmth you bring along with you is something he has perhaps always craved, deep inside. Him, modeled after the sun. Ironic, he thinks.

You play around with the children as he tends to a checkout by the door. It’s quick work, it usually is, and he gives his regular old smile to the parents who pick up their kids and press kisses to their scrunched up little faces in greeting.

What a concept—kissing, that is. An action done by humans to express some of their pesky little emotions. He waves away the parents and closes the door, white gaze falling on you as you laugh while you chase a few kids around. The daycare was what introduced him to all the idiosyncrasies humans have—it is the only form of contact he has with people. And it is the only way he really learns about certain things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise.

He thinks back to Riley. He thinks about the rings he sees on humans’ fingers and the terms of endearment they call each other. He watches you spin around and lunge after another giggling kid who squeals and barely evades your grasp. You laugh—loud and carefree—then make eye contact with him for a split second. And Sun feels something strange in his chassis. Something that lights his insides on fire and makes his wires buzz in fervor. Maybe this is the warmth he’s meant to hold—that he is meant to be. His rays do a little spin.

Then Sun does what he does best. He swoops in, snatching you up from the ground and yelling out something-or-other about kidnapping you for his very evil, very nefarious plans. All in a day’s work, at the daycare. You smile up at him—so small, so tiny in his hold—and he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again and again.

Moon thinks about the stars often.

He wonders what they look like, if they match the designs that dot his hat and pants. He thinks about you, standing under the night sky. Do you like the stars you see? Do you come to the daycare and compare the artificial ones plastered to the ceiling to the ones you experience every night? Moon doesn’t know if it is enough—if it will ever be enough.

He glides around the daycare on his cable, keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering kids below. You had been subjected to Riley’s grabby hands as they refused to go down without you by their side. So now you lay next to them, idly stroking their hair as they suckle on their thumb and snooze close to your chest.

Trapped now, he’d told you when he saw Riley latched onto your leg earlier. Bedtime for you. And you simply gave him a defeated smile and caved to the whims of the child.

Moon ponders about what that must be like—laying so close to another. Would you be as comfortable with him—with his body made of unyielding metal? Would you let him soothe you to sleep with the music box in his chest chiming out a gentle song that would waft through the air? Or maybe you would prefer another human. Hmm, another.

He remembers the kiss you had pressed to Riley’s forehead at their insistence and his fingers reach up to rub thoughtfully at his own. Pesky little emotions. His red gaze always finds itself trailing back to you, lingering on your form through the rest of naptime. And when the lights flick back on, he thinks that his time with you is always too short for him to bear.

It’s the middle of the night, long after you’ve gone home, and Moon stands in front of an arcade machine that’s turned off. He stares at his reflection in the dark screen, fuzzy red eyes lighting the space up in a hellish glow. One of his hands passes across his mouth smoothly—the sharp teeth that make up his grin. And he thinks back to the parents kissing their children on the cheeks. He thinks about all the ‘sweetheart’s, and the ‘baby’s, and the ‘love’s. He thinks about you.

Moon wonders what it would be like to be human.

To just—feel everything, all the time. To hear his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t have a heart—never will—but he wonders what it would be like to have one. He’d give you his heart without batting an eye, he thinks. Would you do the same for him?

He ruminates on what it would be like to hold your hand. To feel the plushness of your skin against the firmness of his metal. To look and see the difference between the two. Unnatural, he frowns. Disconnected. Two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together—not in the way he would like. He doesn’t belong to you and the thought strikes him hard enough to frazzle his wires. He imagines you with someone better suited that can live with you, grow old with you. Someone that is not him—not like him, broken and robotic as he is.

And Moon wonders if this is what it feels like to die. To have the wires ripped from his body and turned into dust. Something nasty festers itself in his hardware, sears through him like a vicious piece of malware.

He stares down at his hands, fingers slim and painted blue. And he sees them doused in ruby red. He wonders what it is like to have it running through tiny, tiny veins. So fragile. He wonders what it is like to hold your skin between his fingers and feel it rip into shreds. His grin tightens and he shakes his head minutely. He looks back up at his reflection and a gleam of purple flashes across his pupils before he seizes it and locks it away.

Eclipse stands in the middle of an empty daycare and watches as you enter through the large, castle doors.

It’s you, you’re here. They missed you so much, you were gone for so long you were gone for so, so long. But you’re here, and you’re safe, and you’re you.

You freeze when you notice them—looking at you with a too wide smile and too sharp teeth. Their head tilts at you and before they can even process their actions, they’ve already taken several long strides up to your form. Because you’re here, with them, so close they can touch you.

You’re looking up at them with an expression they can’t quite decipher. But they know it must be adoration! It has to be, it must be, what else would it be? And they lean down and reach out two of their hands to grasp at your smaller shoulders. They can feel your heart beating through their fingers.

“I love you!” Eclipse chimes out, hunkered down over your smaller figure. Casting you in their deep, deep shadow. And then they curl down to press the gleaming metal of their grin against your forehead. Again and again and again. I love you I love you I love you so much it hurts what are you doing to us don’t you know this hurts? You smile (you’re smiling, right? You have to be!) at them—confused, sincere maybe—your fingers balled into fists. And Eclipse thinks that if they were to dig through their software, through lines and lines of code, they’d find a little version of you there. Infecting them—constantly there with your kindness and your adoration. Their grin twitches, their eyes upturn. “Marry me!”

You say nothing, only look up at them, but that’s okay! That’s okay, it’s okay it’s okay, right? They are bubbling and boiling alive with the fire that runs through their wires. And they have never wished so desperately before to be human. So they can be with you—outside, under the stars, under the sun the real sun—and hold you, and treasure you until the end of time until you both die.

They think about you and them, standing in front of a little house in a field of lavender and cerulean flowers. They think about waking up with you and going to sleep with you. They think about the softness of your skin and the brightness of your smile. The blood in your veins that can so easily spill over their fingers.

And they know they are not human. They know you will grow old and you will inevitably move on—leaving them for a place they cannot reach.

But still, they think, they will love you until the end of your life. And until the end of theirs.

#i cant draw and solar lunacy made me insane so this happened #solar lunacy #dca x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #moon x reader #fnaf sb #running on fumes rn #i can smell colors bro #sun x reader #the daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #dca #dca fanfic #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x reader #btw i can take this down if bam wants sdksjfhf no harm no foul

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awesomecooperlove · 7 months

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👏🏻💪🏻👍🏻

#gender #mind control #children #indoctrination #attention parents #child abusers #transgender #queer lunacy #gender neutrality #speaktruth #speak up #truth #please share #wwg1wga

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transmutationisms · 1 year

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i think you do a really impressive job balancing comprehensive/concise while referencing a lot of complex frameworks(contexts? schools of thought? lol idk what to call that. big brain ideas) but if you have any readings specifically on the institution of psychiatry topic that you would recommend/think are relevant, I'd be interested. it's absolutely not a conversation that's being had enough and I want to be able to articulate myself around it

yes i have readings >:)

first of all, the anti-psychiatry bibliography and resource guide is a great place to start getting oriented in this literature. it's split by sub-topic, and there are paragraphs interspersed throughout that give summaries of major thinkers' positions and short intros to key texts.

it's from 1979, though, so here are some recs from the last 4 decades:

overview critiques

mind fixers: psychiatry's troubled search for the biology of mental illness, by anne harrington

psychiatric hegemony: a marxist theory of mental illness, by bruce m z cohen

desperate remedies: psychiatry's turbulent quest to cure mental illness, by andrew scull

psychiatry and its discontents, by andrew scull

madness is civilization: when the diagnosis was social, 1948–1980, by michael e staub

contesting psychiatry: social movements in mental health, by nick crossley

the dsm & pharmacy

dsm: a history of psychiatry's bible, by allan v horwitz

the dsm-5 in perspective: philosophical reflections on the psychiatric babel, by steeves demazeux & patrick singy

pharmageddon, by david healy

pillaged: psychiatric medications and suicide risk, by ronald w maris

the making of dsm-iii: a diagnostic manual's conquest of american psychiatry, by hannah s decker

the myth of the chemical cure: a critique of psychiatric drug treatment, by joanna moncrieff

the book of woe: the dsm and the unmaking of psychiatry, by gary greenberg

prozac on the couch: prescribing gender in the era of wonder drugs, by jonathan metzl

the creation of psychopharmacology, by david healy

the bitterest pills: the troubling story of antipsychotic drugs, by joanna moncrieff

psychiatry & race

the protest psychosis: how schizophrenia became a black disease, by jonathan metzl

administrations of lunacy: racism and the haunting of american psychiatry at the milledgeville asylum, by mab segrest

the peculiar institution and the making of modern psychiatry, 1840–1880, by wendy gonaver

what's wrong with the poor? psychiatry, race, and the war on poverty, by mical raz

national and cross-national contexts

mad by the millions: mental disorders and the early years of the world health organization, by harry yi-jui wu

psychiatry and empire, by sloan mahone & megan vaughan

ʿaṣfūriyyeh: a history of madness, modernity, and war in the middle east, by joelle m abi-rached

surfacing up: psychiatry and social order in colonial zimbabwe, 1908–1968, by lynette jackson

the british anti-psychiatrists: from institutional psychiatry to the counter-culture, 1960–1971, by oisín wall

crime, madness, and politics in modern france: the medical concept of national decline, by robert a nye

reasoning against madness: psychiatry and the state in rio de janeiro, 1830–1944, by manuella meyer

colonial madness: psychiatry in french north africa, by richard keller

madhouse: psychiatry and politics in cuban history, by jennifer lynn lambe

depression in japan: psychiatric cures for a society in distress, by junko kitanaka

inheriting madness: professionalization and psychiatric knowledge in 19th century france, by ian r dowbiggin

mad in america: bad science, bad medicine, and the enduring mistreatment of the mentally ill, by robert whitaker

#sorry this is SO MANY things lmao #i wld recommend starting with harrington or scull as an intro and then maybe look at one of the more topic-specific texts #depending on what interests you specifically #book recs #psychiatry

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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best books of 2022 rec list:

fiction:

chouette by claire oshetsky

forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

sula by toni morrison

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

villette by charlotte bronte

non-fiction:

gay spirit by mark thompson

we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west

transgender history by susan stryker

blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman

love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens

gay soul by mark thompson

between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore

the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton

nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza

gay body by mark thompson

what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo

the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce

the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III

a queer history of the united states by michael bronski

the trouble with white women by kyla schuller

what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon

the feminist porn book by tristan taormino

administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest

the women's house of detention by hugh ryan

angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis

ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby

neuroqueer heresies by nick walker

the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman

brilliant imperfection by eli clare

the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow

tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel

all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma

if this is a man by primo levi

bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins

white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson

public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa

I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote

the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman

skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign

the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt

nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo

corrections in ink by keri blakinger

sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano

smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca

no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba

until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered

the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman

reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers

the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Messner

#book recs tag #83 in total the same as last year

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These MAGA “parents” have been terrorizing schools in Massachusetts for a few years now. A small handful of radicals go from community to community screaming threats and insults at school staff, school boards, and normal parents. Many teachers, administrators, librarians, and board members have had to resign or even move out of the community. In person and online threats of violence have escalated resulting in police involvement and lawsuits against MAGAts organized and funded by various MAGA groups. There a few if any after school events anymore due to violent threats and complaints of trespassing on school property and at the homes of staff are on the rise.

MAGA terrorists like Marjorie Taylor Greene have shared graphic imagery of the LGBT community that has redneck parents worked into a frenzy. It’s become an all out war against the LGBT at the local level. In the small towns and suburbs it’s become very difficult to operate public schools with any sense of calm or normalcy. In the few cities the MAGAts stay away for the most part due to their overpowering fear of urban environments.

A large number of these MAGAts have been proven to not even be parents or residents of the communities they terrorize. In one nearby town the mother and father leading the MAGAt charge are a prostitute and drug dealer being paid to crisis act. They bring in that stupid Tucker Carlson book about the penguins and rant and rave at LGBT students and staff and then go to their out of state home and perform really nasty cam shows. It’s total lunacy. If they’re pulling this crap in one of the bluest states try to imagine what a nightmare it is to be an educator in a Deep South state.

One man turned this entire country upside down. He created a radicalized cult that is now being manipulated by the Neo-Nazi oligarchs, the Christo-fascist evangelicals, and the RepubliKKKlan assholes. Dark money flowing from billionaire oligarchs has perverted this nation and has about a third of Americans planning to kill the rest of us in the name of Trump. What we’re witnessing is the beginning of the RepubliKKKlan endgame. They didn’t expect Trump to get into the presidency but once they realized his power over the masses they decided to go all in. The Republicans in Congress are not working for America and it’s citizens anymore and are plotting to rewrite the Constitution and created a fascist state. The oligarchs have already purchased the SCOTUS and a plurality of state legislatures. The militias are poised to strike and the street brawlers have been agitating at the local level. They’ve even been launching attacks on local power grids in the hopes of destabilizing the government and creating an environment suitable for a civil/race war. They’re not smart people and all this is out there in the public domain. It’s fairly easy to get into their social media groups and see the directives sent to them by oligarch backed political associations and follow their progress.

Whether they’ll be successful or fall flat on their faces remains to be seen but we’re going to see increasing political violence from the neighborhoods to the nations capital. They have funding, arms, a measure of organization, and some training. They’re biggest drawback is that they’re dumb as shit. Being stupid, poor, cowardly, and unhealthy isn’t a recipe for success in an armed political conflict. Oligarchs always hedge their bets and still have plausible deniability plans in place so they don’t have to flee the country afterwards. So if things go wrong for them on Jan 6th they’ll again sacrifice their pawns and hide behind lawyers and crooked Congressmen.

I’m not going to be ruled by Trump, Crow, Musk, Murdoch, DeVos, Prince, Mercer, Leo, and the rest of these fascist oligarchs. We must take their dark money and corporations out of politics. We must smash their political associations such as ALEC and the Federalist Society. Finally we need to jail the oligarch criminals, their Republikkkan insurrectionidts, and any MAGAt dumb enough to follow their direction.

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