Theeeere it is!
Durge: "You're going to tell me everything about my lineage, or else!"
Sceleritas: "Or else what, debased one? There is nothing you can do to me I would not enjoy. And there is nothing you can do to thwart yourself..."
Interesting that he said it flat out.
This is the thing that gets me about Sceleritas; at first impression he is a silly little man, your ridiculously devoted servant, subject to whatever Durge feels like inflicting on him. But he's just the illusion of control used by Bhaal to keep his kid quiet and powerless in their cage. The Dark Urge can lash out as much as they like, but they can't escape of him, they can't hurt him...
Sceleritas is sycophantic in one breath, and then you try and disobey daddy and it's straight to the threats with the next one.
He is - by his own admission - an extension of Bhaal, analogous to Mizora, and always watching them and manipulating events. He sends Alfira into your path to ensure that you kill her...
Durge is not the one in control in this relationship, and I might decide to babble about my thoughts more coherently and include some other examples but at the moment I'm going to stare at this and feel vaguely ill.
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Sometimes I feel like the whole world is resting on my shoulders and I have no idea why.
Ever since I've gained a recognition of what politics are, I've treaded in those waters neck-deep.
I am arguing, protesting, raising attention wherever I can because I feel no one else will. Because politics have gone so up in the nose of my generation that we just shrug it off.
"This 1933 party is winning!" Eh.
"Trump vs Biden!" Shrug
"The planned deportation of any generation immigrants" doesn't affect me
"trans rights are removed" isn't important
"Homosexuals into prison again!" Isn't my problem
I completely understand anyone who's like "politics are too mentally draining for me" because, same. But at the same time I need to raise attention because everyone relies on everyone else.
The best thing is- I'm also scared. I'm scared of the public, I'm scared of the politicians, I'm scared of now being taken seriously.
Being scared of the public is a bad joke as an ongoing actor, but back to the topic.
I'm scared of being humiliated much more after my attempts at one-person activism Don't, or do, work. I'm scared of everyone groaning whenever I open my mouth because they expect a political debate. Which, can happen.
I'm scared of my friends leaving me, because even though they're all left, they try to talk me out of my urges to say and do something. They all tried to be like "yes its bad, but what can we do?" And I didn't respond because I have been taught to never answer a question that's used in the context of scolding.
I'm scared of not being taken seriously. I'm scared of the "You're just 14, what do you know?" Because nowadays children apparently don't know anything. It's quite ironic, coming from those who raised us or our parents, to the first generation in the age of VERY accessible knowledge.
I'm scared of how the public would treat my (dead)name if I did something, I'm scared of people finding me before my death, I'm scared of the judgemental way our (partially global) society is currently, which has, to my knowledge, not been as bad ever before.
I'm scared of people associating the wrong name of mine with myself, while this name is just an adjective people use to summarize what they would want to see. Not what they clearly see and I tell them.
I'm scared of my mother ruining any possibilities of me building weight to the name "Noah" and not the name "[REDACTED]" because of her using my old name to illusion herself that I'm what I have not been for a long time. What I have never been to begin with.
I'm scared of hearing my wrong name.
I'm scared of the judgements public.
I'm scared of not being taken seriously by the important people.
I'm scared of standing alone again.
But most importantly:
I'm scared of everything staying the same.
I need to do something, it pains me to wait, but with the way adults view children as property and teenagers as annoying and outspoken troublemakers, not people, never people, I cannot make myself be taken seriously and take action. I cannot get the important adults to listen to my woes.
Because I'm "just" a kid.
Because I'm queer.
Because I'm trans.
Because my old name is still popular in use.
Because I don't know any better.
Because I will never be seen as equally important as my cishet NT counterparts.
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There’s this thing about being continually punished for being angry as a child, and it’s that you inevitably feel absolutely helpless when you’re angry. Your anger can’t accomplish anything, it doesn’t protect you, it doesn’t state your feelings, it doesn’t enforce your boundaries, even though it’s supposed to do those things. You’ve been wounded, you are right to rise up and protect yourself with rage.
Instead, your anger provokes retaliation, revenge, additional danger for your survival, and it leads you to a state where you not only can’t get angry, but feel like that’s all that anger does - invokes more abuse. When you try to get rightfully angry in your adult life, at some obviously shitty injustice, you instead find yourself despairing over every scenario of how this could come back to hurt you, how the other person might use some kind of power to get revenge, to get you removed, to put you in more trouble than you could possibly deal with. It becomes terrifying to stand up for yourself, even a little, because in your head, every word you state in your defense, will be perceived as a provocation for torture.
The second problem you might end up with, that even when you do manage to get angry, to be sure it’s a completely justified and safe thing to do, you’ll have no idea what amount of anger is appropriate for what situation. Once your anger is triggered, it might become impossible to stop it, even if you don’t take any actions, the rage might boil inside you for days, weeks, because someone triggered the mountain of anger you store in your body, and it’s tearing thru you like a volcano. It can be extremely difficult to find a way to react normally, to judge what amount of anger is necessary to prove your point and get the injustice undone, without overdoing it or taking anger out on someone who can’t do anything about it.
I’m struggling to understand that my anger can accomplish anything at all - after all, it was not taken seriously, and forced down for the most of my life, to the point where I was shocked to hear that some people found my cold anger scary. I would shut myself down for weeks on time because I didn’t want to miss-step and act out my rage on anyone, and apparently this was enough to get some people scared. Because it is not normal for a human being to be that angry, and that cold, for so long. People are used to bursts of anger, and then communication, making up, forgiveness. It doesn’t work with me. I can’t stop being angry until I dissociate and completely forget the original issue. I can only go back to communicating once the injustice was erased out of my mind. And this means, it never gets resolved, it can’t even be mentioned without me experiencing extreme rage once again.
Let your kids be angry, dammit. Child’s anger is not threatening, it’s not a danger to you. The natural response is there for a reason. Child anger is not disrespect or stepping out of their place, it’s because they’re human, they’re struggling! They feel wounded. And if there’s some understanding that needs to take place, it should take place after they’ve calmed down. You as an adult should know that much, even adults don’t listen to reason while overcame with emotions. No child needs their anger forced back into their throat with threats or abuse.
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shoutout to @bplotd (who Tumblr won't let me tag for some reason) who sent this ask to me a while ago. I'm copy pasting it here, because I want to keep it in my inbox to look at forever. But I'm feeling a lot of rage and despair today about how I'm ever going to make a difference in the world, and this helped me a lot before, so I'm posting it again so other people can see it too:
I know there is an underpinning narrative in the current zeitgeist to move people away from the paralysis of the terminally online "gotta do everything all the time" anxiety by encouraging folks to exert effort in a single direction consistently. And I think that attitude is largely useful and helpful. But here is something i have learned from 10 years in international development: this isn't the only way to effect change. It may not even be the most effective way.
So many successful projects I have seen, and long term positive changes, are yes due to the work of dedicated individuals or groups, but they are often equally due to one single, well-placed "yes". One lucky break. One teacher who says "sure you can use my curriculum notes" or one administrator who says "sure, you can turn in your grant late" or one community member who speaks up with a good idea or a very timely complaint or a young person who babysits for a key night so a mom can go to a meeting or ---
Listen, what I'm saying is that random acts of kindness can and do make a difference, in many cases a HUGE one. They're sometimes the lucky break on which an entire project or opportunity hinges.
I'm sure you've heard that phrase about "planting a garden you will never see". It can be so hard, because this random kindness or justice may never, ever connect their little good deed with the actual good it does in the world. I can't help you know exactly what your own kindness has wrought in the future - that is a gift that so few of us ever are given. But if you contribution is consistently /doing a good or kind of helpful thing/ when presented with the opportunity, you are doing enough, more than enough.
Consistent effort isn't just volunteering or doing a job or working on something tangible. Sometimes consistent effort means being the person who makes little daily choices to extend grace to others. And friend, that isnt just "good enough", that is /salvation/. The people who need it will find you.
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