#i guess its like when white people are pissed off at being called white People

[violexides]

i have never met another Iraqi person that wasn’t family in my entire life and i have never had a Muslim community whatsoever in school online or otherwise and I have to introduce myself as Middle Eastern (if at all since some places still call me white) instead of Iraqi and that people will still guess me being from 10 different ethnic backgrounds over Middle Eastern and that everywhere i go there is permeating Islamophobia that i never really know who my allies are because at the end of the day 9/11 jokes are “more important” than the Islamophobia that followed the event and attacking Christianity with Islam as collateral is “more important” than addressing how suppressed Muslims are in the western world. getting time off for Christmas is “more important” than giving a single day absence from finals/AP tests for Ramadan just one day much less the whole month.

people are more concerned with slandering every Muslim than addressing the fact that there are authoritarian theocratic regimes that kill non-Muslims and addressing that a religion can be inherently harmless and still be used as a weapon by regimes. that forcing people to believe in anything is wrong, what is happening in these governments is a human rights violation at the minimum, and that Muslims out the world are not singlehandedly at fault. but hey whatever makes white people feel performative about human rights crises. 

(speaking of human rights crises, there’s a genocide of Muslims that is still happening in China. by the way. that nobody has talked about.)

this isn’t the best wording I’m a little pissed right now but i have been. SO isolated my ENTIRE fucking life. people are only willing to accept Islam for as long as they can to look like an activist and then immediately call me brutal in the face of trying to look performative elsewhere

i’m so sick and so tired and so exhausted of my religion being something to hide. of not being allowed to write about it in college essays because i don’t know who might read it. of having to smile and nod when people call me Latino for the thousandth time even after us knowing one another for 3 years. of trying to tell someone i’m from Iraq and them going “oh like ISIS!” (thanks for that one, zeke.)

i have privilege in this country because i know it is so much worse elsewhere but im so sick and im so tired and I would give up everything in the world just to meet another Iraqi person. and not have to cling to the same book of a short play about Iraqi women in an attempt to substitute for that connection.

okay to reblog. encouraged to reblog, but do whatever the fuck you want its your blog. ps i know that other religions/ethnicities experience intense aggressions too but please do not derail this post. thank you.

#ides.txt #i add that last part knowing its going to get derailed anyway #because nobody wants to talk about Muslims #nobody wants to talk about Iraqis #i feel fucking nauseous i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. #and not to mention what its like being a queer Muslim and being from a family where- #actually nevermind on that last bit.

[luckhissoul]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

green

blue

red

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

some kind of expensive cologne ( like i have the idea of the scent in my head but don't know what its called lol )

faint hint of tabac smoke

a somewhat woodsy/floral-ish soap ( don't tell him it's got floral notes, he'll deny )

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

he wears tailored, expensive but wrinkled ( 🙄) embroidered coats. he has a very fancy blue one with a ridiculous amount of gold embroidery on the sleeves. but he's more commonly in his green coat. he can be flamboyant with his clothes. but don't tell him that.

black or gray trousers

partially unlaced ( cover yourself sir ) white shirt with a touch of lace at the collar and his cuffs

leather boots with the tops turned over

silk scarf at his neck to hide that hanging scar, don't ask him about that plz

black wide brimmed hat

and time line depending --- he wears a leather eye patch because he's missing an eye later :( poor bb

like this !!!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

knives. so many knives. he wears knives tucked up his sleeves, in his boots, inside his coat, down the collar of his coat, everywhere. he never runs out of them. he's obsessed and a little paranoid here but yes knives!

his ashandarei ( this !!! )

his dice cup and his dice.

how about i mention the random ass thread that both him and rand had in their pockets at different points in these books. tf guise

various rocks that he picks up along the way. he has a rock collection. he likes their colors. don't judge him. let him live.

his signet ring that looks sorta like ( this !! )

his fox head medallion ( the aes sedai need to stop trying to steal it )

he has the dragon banner with him. he has hung it up at least once to prove a point. he's a secret rand stan but he'll never admit it. lol

his pipe ! !

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

relaxed, almost lazily lounging. like when he sits, back, with his boots up on something or his legs stretched out. arms behind his head.

in direction contradiction ( because he's him 🤨) nervous fidgeting, tugging and adjusting at his scarf, pacing

he's a little paranoid or just overly cautious - dependable so - constantly checking his knives under his sleeves before entering a place. always on the defense. he likes feeling that they're all there, a shrug of his shoulders to check the ones at his back.

another tick i guess - a little antsy ? toying with the dice in his pocket.

always assesses the whole room when he enters, the things and people, reading the general vibe of the whole place and the people in it. looking directly at people in the eyes or the face. so he'll know right away how to act in / handle the situation

he walks with a confidant swagger, direct, sure of himself

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

war : the sound of explosions, fire, ash, blood, wounded, a stitched wound, battle scars, the dead, guilt, the thrill of being alive, the banner of the band of the red hand

luck : a game of dice, gold coins, always winning, the sound of dice rolling ( plz stop it though he doesn't want to hear it in his head anymore ), crowded common room, pissing off everyone at the table

random : horses, knives, a long expanse of field,foxes, a farm ( don't send him back plz ), kids ( he loves kids sm but he won't admit that lol ), feathers ( he also had a feather collection lol ), inventions, women ( lmao ) ,fireworks, blood on his hands, regret, smoking, knife throwing, quarterstaff, maps, alcohol, a stage, ravens

tagged: @caracarnn & @adversitybloomed tagging: @agoldenlily & @xhideyourfires & @xradiant & @honorhearted & @petitsdieu & @laviexenrose & @lovepurposed & @cannotfly & @bas0rexias & @lunarruled

#;it's time to toss the dice ;; musings #( why did this take me so long tf #long post for ts #i did more than five on some lol

[threadsun]

Alright, it's getting into "I don't want to look at it anymore" territory so, here it is!

You finally piece it together, Jean, spoiled bitch Jean. He was always nice to you but it was never really personal, like he didn’t really know what having friends meant. You greet him by name, commenting on how tall he’s gotten. Jean chuckles and welcomes you both in, as you walk inside your mouth starts to water at the smell coming from what you assume to be his kitchen. He holds out his left arm and you go in for a slightly awkward side hug

“It’s so good to finally see you again, how have you been?” You tell him you’ve been good and that it’s nice to see him too. Man, Jean has really changed from when you were kids. Where Ian still has a bit of a baby face Jean looks almost like he was sculpted. Sculpted? Really? One of the first things you point out is how hot your old friend is? Maybe a harem wouldn’t be too bad for you, when was the last time you got laid- “Your grace?” Jack places their hand on your shoulder and you snap out of your little daze

You shake your head slightly and apologize for staring, Jean simply chuckles “Oh, you’re fine. Please, sit” He gestures to his couch, the upholstery having a few claw marks on the armrests but otherwise looking rather new. As you sit down you hear a chirping sound from under the couch. A ball of white fur crawls from underneath the couch before hopping into your lap. Jean opens his mouth but then shuts it, seemingly mulling something over “Uh- Princess, get off there, you’re getting your hair all over them” You laugh and say it’s fine, your hand petting her soft fur

After a second Jean’s eyes widen “Oh, Jack, didn’t you and Shaun have that meeting today?” Jack almost flinches “Oh, shoot, that was today? I better get going then, uh, here’s the coffee cake, goodbye your grace” Jack sets the bag of coffee cake onto Jean’s side table before giving you a small bow. Once Jack leaves Jean closes the door with his back and sits next to you on the couch. You ask for the cat’s name “Huh? Oh, uh, Princess, I said it earlier, remember?” You tell him you remember his folks not letting him have a cat and that once he got one he probably named it out of spite, so, what’s its name? “...I just call her Fucker” You knew it!

Jean laughs “I guess you did, you were always the smart one” He goes to touch your hand but Fucker bats it away before rolling onto her back and purring in your lap. Jean’s face goes from serene to pissed to something bashful all within a few seconds. He sighs “You always did have a way with animals” You thank him, actually, while you’re at it you ask him if he’s still cool with he/him stuff “Yeah, do you go by anything different now?” You tell him your pronouns “Alright, I’ll make sure to pass it on” His tone is full of confidence before seemingly remembering something “I-I mean, if you want me to”

The way he just talked sounded so much like Ian that you could swear he’s making fun of them, but he’s not making any faces or anything so it comes off as oddly genuine. Maybe they hang out now? A lot of time has passed, surely Jean’s bullying has toned down to some extent. You tell Jean there’s actually something you wanted to ask him “Oh? Well, whatever it is I don’t judge. You can tell me anything”

Jean leans forward slightly, looking up at you through batting eyelashes. You tell him that you remember his family being pretty close with your dad and ask if he can tell you anything about what running this place actually means. Jean’s face falls for just a moment before perking up again “Of course I can, I was one of the people closest to the founder before he died, what would you like to know?” You ask about your every day, if there’s a schedule you have to follow

“There’s no strict schedule except for the weekly sermons and any speeches or appearances you have to make” You ask what the sermons are like “A bit bloody if we find a decenter but other than that it’s just us praising your name. Except for the ones at the start of the month, that’s when the founder would make predictions of what would happen during that month” You can feel the blood start to drain from your face. You ask what happens when the predictions are wrong, Jean looks at you like you’ve just admitted to liking pineapple on pizza “They aren’t? They are predictions from our god, they are never wrong. If you’re worried about it, don’t be. You’re our god taken human form, I’m sure your predictions will be the best yet”

You feel like someone just ran up to you and punched you square in the diaphragm, knocking all the wind out of you. Fucker decides you’re not petting her good enough and starts rubbing her face on your shaking hand. You ask what he’s talking about, Jean sighs “That awful woman didn’t tell you anything, did she?” He takes one of your hands in his good one, he starts by saying your name “You are our god incarnate, the one who will raise us from the dark times after our founder fell. You are our future”

It feels like the whole world is slowly spinning around you, your brain desperately trying to make sense of all of this. You can feel your panic start to bubble to the surface, starting in your chest and spreading. You can feel it crawl down your arms and legs and you don’t know where you’re gonna go but you can’t be here-...He’s petting you. The long delicate fingers of Jean’s left hand weave into your hair to scratch your scalp “It’s ok, you’re ok, everything is going to be just fine” He gently places his hand on your left shoulder, moving you to rest your head on his chest

You feel yourself melt slightly, enough of your stiffness leaving you for you to wrap your arms around him “I want you to focus on my voice, ok? It’s just us here, you don’t have to worry about any of that right now. Can you tell me something you can smell” You tell him his cologne, a deep cinnamon mixed with some kind of wood. You can smell the faintest whisper of smoke on him too, it’s nice, complementing his cologne. You also pick back up on the smell from the kitchen, now that you’re focusing on it you can tell it’s some kind of roasted chicken. You breathe out a small laugh as you realize your mouth is watering

“Good, very good. You’re doing such a good job for me” Something about his praise mixed with him petting you like this makes you feel warm. It’s not like the fiery heat of embarrassment you felt earlier in the day, it’s softer, it feels nice, almost too nice. His hand moves down to your back, slowly rubbing up and down, you’re reminded of how you did this for Ian back at the restaurant, did it feel this good for him too? You hardly even know Jean but something about him feels so safe, so familiar in all this chaos. A small chuckle escapes you as Fucker butts her head against your leg, clearly miffed you’re not giving her all your attention

“There you go, just relax into me. You’re so cute like this” His hand slides up a bit higher than before, his thumb brushing the base of your neck. Now that he’s made you focus in on your senses everything just feels so much…bigger than it did a few minutes ago “You know, if you’re this worried about doing a good job, I could help you. Like I said, I was really close with your dad. I could be really close to you too” He leans his head down just a bit, his lips brushing over your ear making you shiver “Or maybe even closer” Jean’s hand moves to your cheek, cupping your face gently. He tilts his head, you can feel his hot breath on your lips and-DING DONG

Both of you damn near jump out of your skin as the doorbell rings. Jean looks to the door, to you, and back to the door. He lets out a groan as he gets up to answer it. He just stands there, knob in hand, for a second to collect himself before opening it “How can I-...oh, it’s you” A deep voice comes from beyond the doorway “It’s meeee!” Jean huffs “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some murder fest to be filming?” The voice chuckles “Well, I did, but then Jack came and told me he was sorry for being late for our meeting that starts a week from now. And after he told me their grace was left here all alone with you? How could not come pay you a visit?”

Jean looks back over to you before trying to close the door, the person from outside easily keeping it open “This is my house, Shaun you can’t just barge in here like this!” Shaun steps inside so you can now properly see how massive they are. They’re not as tall as Jack or Joseph but they seem a bit wider? Not chubby, just wider, maybe it’s bone structure? Maybe it’s Maybelline. Oh shut the fuck up

“Listen, we’re allowed to do whatever is needed if there’s an emergency our leader needs to take care of remember? Or are you going to admit you had no good reason to take the founder away every time I wanted him to review my edits?” Jean stutters on his response “Hey, it’s not my fault the founder was such a good taste tester. What else was I supposed to do? Just feed the public food before it’s perfect? What kind of a man do you think I am Shaun?” Shaun laughs again, they have a good laugh, a deep warm belly laugh, even in this rather tense situation “I’d tell you, but I’d rather not use that kind of language around their grace, speaking of” Shaun turns to you “I wasn’t kidding earlier, there really is something you need to take care of. Mind coming with me your grace?”

Ok, it’s done! Man, manipulation is so hard to write when you’re in the reader’s head, ya know? Like they can’t know about it otherwise they’d call him out, and Jean’s sneakier than that. Anyway, hope you liked it!

👀😳Jean is such a manipulative bastard and that's sooooo sexy of him!!! Sending them into a panic attack so he can talk them through it and then take advantage of their emotions to kiss them >:3c

Also lmao Shaun talked to Jack and just immediately showed up because like fuck is he leaving you alone with Jean of all people!

#sunshine #cult town au #I'm so feral for this #I'm picking it up in my teeth and shaking it and growling like a dog with their favourite toy

[mental-mona]

The problems with JVP, Part 1

By Elizabeth Wolf on Facebook

Since I’m already pissing people off, I guess it’s a good time to post about Jewish Voice for Peace. I’ll put links in the comments.

Part 1

Like a very different organization, Moms for Liberty, the name is deceptive. You do not have to be a mom to start a chapter of Moms for Liberty, and you don’t have to be Jewish to start a chapter of Jewish Voice for Peace. Moms for Liberty is about a very specific interpretation of liberty that many would disagree with, and Jewish Voice for Peace promotes a very specific type of peace that you could easily mistake for its opposite.

This is why you see JVFP having Hanukkah events that are not actually during Hanukkah, lighting the candles incorrectly, fundraising on Shabbat (when many Jews do not handle money), and saying things that are theologically inaccurate about Judaism. People who know very little about Judaism can start a chapter, join a chapter, or run social media for a chapter, and then say they speak for Jews. This is how you end up with a Lebanese gentile being admin for their Facebook page. This is how you end up with an openly antisemitic Muslim making social media posts under their account, starting with the phrase, “As a Jew.” This is how you end up with temple denial and misrepresentations of the Torah floating around, apparently given the stamp of approval by a group of Jews.

“But JVFP has a rabbinic oversight board,” you might say. “Surely they are making sure the individual chapters are not out of line.” Well, I have no idea what that board is doing, but it’s not providing oversight to individual chapters. For example, it is easy to find people from JVFP saying that Israel is a white European colonial project, and for this reason, the Mizrahi community and Ethiopian Jews have explicitly spoken against them. The JVFP web site, however, clearly acknowledges that over half of the Israeli population is not white. JVFP social media accounts tolerate the verbal abuse of Jews and even targets members of mainstream Judaism with harassment, so that you’ll have a Black Jew being called a bloodthirsty white colonizer by non-Jews, ostensibly in the name of both Judaism and peace. I’ve seen Black Jews call this out and tag rabbis from the oversight board on this kind of activity and get no reply.

I’ll add to this that almost all the rabbis on this board are Reconstructionist rabbis, with a couple of Reform rabbis. If that doesn’t mean anything to you, I guess a good comparison would be a group claiming to speak for Christians but only having Seventh Day Adventists on its board, plus a couple of Congregationalists. I am absolutely not criticizing these denominations (I belong to one!) but rather saying that it’s disingenuous to claim you represent Jews in general when you’ve excluded most major branches of Judaism and only barely included another, preferring to have numerous student rabbis from one denomination instead of somebody with ordination from any of the others. This is especially so since a prized value in Judaism is the ability to hold space for multiple opinions or perspectives on a topic (“two Jews, three opinions”) and using these disagreements as learning opportunities.

There is definitely not oversight happening around things pretty much all Jews do agree on, though. For example, JVFP chapters stating that there never was a temple in Jerusalem, or that Passover is only about metaphorical liberation, or that tisha b’av should stop being observed. You can look up where the student rabbis are currently enrolled and see the official positions of these institutions and observe for yourself that what JVFP is saying does not line up. What is the oversight board actually doing? I’m not sure.

The official Recon position is that there was a temple and its destruction is still noted.

https://www.reconstructingjudaism.org/jewish.../tisha-bav/

JVFP officially acknowledging the demographic makeup of Israel.

https://www.jewishvoiceforpeace.org/.../JVP-Jews-of-the...

A statement from JIMENA:

A whoops:

#jewish voice for peace #jumblr #not representative #jvfp #problematic #jewish #important #anti zionist organizations #jvp

[peste-bubonica]

In the corpse spouse AU how did y/n and eclipse first interaction go? (I need drawing material haha)

Eclipse: *exists*

Y/N:

It was loathe at first sight

But in all seriousness, I was gonna touch on this on next chapter, so I guess you can have this as a preview or something

Looking at him now, you can’t help but go back to when you first met him. You note, with no small amount of distaste, that despite the years that have passed, how little he has change.

The memories come unwillingly, feeling like hours in what were actually a few seconds. Images of a blue sky with white, fluffy clouds, people waking around minding their own business; screams of terror coming from children running out the forest, slight tremors beneath your feet in their wake. Your parents taking you home in a desperate run.

It wasn't until a few days later, when things had calmed down, that you saw what had caused such panic in the people.

You were called to deal with a new wealthy folk, one that apparently had made your town their home during the panic that had occurred. You didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't... whatever this was.

Giant machinery with two legs and two arms, and while the fact that it had managed to get clothes that fit, the thing that most captured your attention was its head in the shape of a sun.

You would even go to so far as to call its face mesmerizing were it not for the dark scowl being aimed directly at you.

You don't notice the sneer you aim back.

Scoffing, it looks behind you, to the messenger that came to fetch you.

"This is the best this town had to offer?" He? It sounded like a he, spit out, as if disgusted he was even talking to them. The audacity! "I wasn't even expecting much, but this is just embarrassing."

Now normally, you would avoid most negative comments to rude people that sought your help, but this... this thing just directly insulted your abilities to your face, and was being unnecessary unpleasant! There was a lot you were willing to endure; this wasn't it.

"–Whatever. Fleshling, you will do-"

"Shut up." You spat, voice positively venomous; so much, in fact, the machine recoiled slightly, before narrowing his eyes, insulted by the audacity of the small (to him) human.

"What," He lowered his head slightly to look at you directly in the eyes, an you swore that even at a distance, you felt heat coming off of him in waves, "did you say?"

Unfazed, you stare back unblinkingly before taking a step forward and pointing at his face. "I said, 'Shut. Up'."

Growling, the unnamed thing shoves his head even closer, so much that if you extended your arm, it would touch him, and you had no doubt you would get burnt.

"Now listen here, you pest!-" Not giving him a second to continue, you shove yourself even further, hand just hovering a few inches off his face.

"No, you listen here!" You exclaim, interrupting him again. "You asked for me, not the other way around. You do not get to boss me around as you wish. My services only include advice and an easier way to form relationships in this community, I will not tolerate another insult." Taking a deep breath, you try and calm yourself before you say something you shouldn't, "If you have a problem with it, then you are free to do whatever you need on your own."

Never had someone made you feel so pissed in your life. Honestly, you had received worse from the older generations at the beginning of your job, but it was as if he activated the fight response in you. Now, you were starting to get a little worried at the lack of an answer.

He doesn't speak and his face is blank; you don't know what he is thinking, and you honestly can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

Had you been able to read his mind, you would definitely settle on the latter.

In his mind, it's as if he is just now truly seeing you.

When he first came those few days ago, he immediately rose to the top; no one dared question him. What he demanded was done, and so help anyone that showed any rebellious attitude; a glare, then he wouldn't get any more trouble from them.

Yet now, here you stood, young, foolish, weak human, criticizing his manners, having the nerve to interrupt him, even after all the intimidation he did; standing your ground despite the fact that you could undoubtedly tell he could burn you if you got any closer.

'This feeling...' Whatever it was, he hadn't ever felt it before, and by god, he didn't want it to stop. The closest he had felt to this was that fateful night when he became free.

Making up his mind, he finally connects back to his body, noting that your eyes were less irritated but no less fierce. Smirking, he goes back to his full height, easily towering above most of the houses.

"Fine, then. Let's get to work, miss...?"

The sudden change takes you off guard, he can tell, if only because he was looking so intensely at you, otherwise he would have missed it. He didn't really need your name, the pathetic human that had gone to get you had only told him your surname, however.

"L/N"

Pity, he was hoping to get your name. No matter, he will get it from you one way or another. For now, he would enjoy this new feeling that seemed to be related to you.

"Pleasure. You will call me Eclipse."

#corpse spouse au #I'm so sorry this took so long #hope this is decent enough #frend :>

[onlyjellyillputinmybelly]

Hey guys i've found myself defending America and it feels weird but can yall tell me if I'm in the wrong here?

(its long im sorry)

TLDR: My friend is an international student, we got in a joking argument about soccer vs football that ended in accusations of racism and McCarthyism. Did I take it too far?

.........

I go to a private college in America (in the south) that I have worked hard to get a full tuition scholarship so I can afford to attend. I have a friend who also goes here that is an international student from New Delhi. I'll call her N.

N is very sweet, but she has the tendency to get very peeved about the culture differences between India and America. I have met plenty of other international students who are also from India (there are a LOT of international students this year) and most of them are very chill and embrace the multicultural area that the school is located in.

I am also, as we may know, an avid arguer. I'm a philosopher at heart. I think disagreements let me get to know people better through how they argue (which helps me know if they'd be a good friend. idk its the tism ig).

So N and I were chilling and out of the blue they send me a reel about how non-americans get mad when americans say soccer and not football. I sent back "its true cuz we're fine with them calling it football but they pop off whenever we say soccer" and she responds with "Because you're saying it wrong."

We've had convos like this and I normally assume they're being light hearted and pretending like its a big thing, so I responded kinda sarcastically "damn learn how to accept peoples differences" and she said "not if theyre american"

Like ok shes being sarcastic back but it feels weird. I started bantering about how other countries also say soccer (australia, south africa, new guinea) and she says "yes but only in the US and canada you haveto clarify what you mean when you say football because yall stole the name."

This confused me cuz tf you mean "you stole the name." First off I didn't do shit, second off how the fuck do you steal a sport? I said exactly that and she replies with "Nothing in america is your own" and holy shit im actually defending america wtf. This is not like me. But im not defending its history or its government, im defending the culture of it cus thats honestly the only good part of it. So respond with a cheeky lil "and isnt that beautiful" and she says "its yall being stupid."

I say "its a melting pot" and she says "a melting pot takes inspiration." I got a lil pissed at this because ok so did immigrants and enslaved people just spawn here? Did they steal their own cultures from their home countries?

They went on for a bit about how america is built off of appropriation, which it is fair that cultures are constantly being appropriated, but there are also cultures constantly being celebrated and fused, and that fusion and appreciation is what has the lasting impact.

I say this and she says "whatever im not arguing with an American" which of course I have to shit headedly respond with "imagine being reductive sorry I'm different than you"

She then responds with "bitch ur white" which yes. But does that mean I dont come from a diverse background and dont have culture? I respond "Yes and I live in a wonderfully diverse city of people who come from different cultures that I learn about and respect and love" and girl goes "those places dont exist in america" THEN WHERE AM I??? SPAIN???

We are literally in one of the most diverse and culture-rich cities in the south (ill give you 3 guesses) and she is saying that there isnt diversity and respect anywhere in america.

Skip forward a bit, she says that america has no culture, then corrects that to say "white america has no culture." That fucked with me a bit because its sus as shit to use the idea of "white america" and "poc america" in an argument. I said that and said that you can't give a concrete definition to "white culture" or "black culture" or "latine culture" cuz thats literally stereotyping

She said that prayer is a big part of indian culture, but isnt necessarily an overall truth for every person, which is fair. So I said then wouldn't American culture be like the national anthem. She said no because every country had a national anthem. I said that prayers are part of other cultures too, but that doesnt take away from the fact that theyre parts of other cultures too.

She then said that the national anthem isnt culture because "thats only for white people" and "a lot of america is only for white people (meaning its been used to disenfranchise poc people but she worded it in a way that sounded a smidge racist but no shade) And I said yea it fucking sucks and its forced upon us but its still well known. Theres no way that prayer isn't used to disenfranchise religious minorities in India, but its still culture.

She then said that white culture and american culture isnt a thing but black and latine culture is, (which tbh neither of us can really speak on, I was mainly discussing the american and latine element cuz I can speak on those) and I said that denying that american culture is just a mix of cultures evolving parallel over time simply because a bunch of shitty white guys founded the country is ignoring the people who have worked hard to make america their home and to carve out a spot for their own culture in this country. Just because people fucking sucked (like they have in the history of every fucking country ever) doesn't mean that people arent working to make the world better in their wake.

She said that poc culture in america stems from years of oppression. I agreed, but I said that racism and oppression isnt an America-exclusive thing. She then said, pretty out of the blue, that " for you to deny that their culture stems from oppression is racist." I said "when did I deny that." She said "you said you dont deny that what youre denying is racist. So that means you're being racist."

This confused me, so I asked "where did I deny that something was racist." Also I'm pre law, so I started getting a lil pre-law-y here. Don't judge me its a survival instinct I got from my parents lmao. She said "I said if you refuse to accept that black and brown cultures are real youre being racist." I said "show me what message I said that."

She said "chill babe theres no need to get defensive" which is literally the worst thing to say to me because boom youve made me into a defense attorney. I hate being patronized. I said "I am not being defensive, you are making accusations with no regard for evidence." (my profs would like that line)

She goes "this isnt a court of law girl" ok girl you act like youre gonna say that america doesnt have culture and then call me racist? I really just wanted this to end so I pulled out the mccartheyism card and said "you cant red scare roundabout logic your way out of being reductive and oversimplifying an enormously widespread country." and we were done. I know I ended it on an accusatory note which I hate, but I feel like shes ignoring so much thats literally going on in front of her face. Did I go too far? I know that I did and I shouldn'tve started the "youre being reductive" circle, but genuinely, the cure to culture shock isnt to be indignant about every difference you see, its to accept it. Its the same in literally every country. You cant just say "no I dont want to."

#aita #kinda #like i love her to death but everyone has culture and no culture is the same and you cant just say that there isnt culture somewhere #just cuz you cant put it in words as easily #idk just help #did i get too defensive or is this justified #maybe im just angy cuz i sat in services for a lot of the day #like girl tell me i dont have culture on fuckin new year smh #sorry im done

[souryogurt64]

could ur zine review some new music by justin pierre so i can understand if it's good or im just down bad for old man pussy

i hate music reviews i have been paid to do it and i have done it but i wanted to kill myself the entire time every time and also the idea that you can judge if music is bad or not fundamentally pisses me off so much

ALSO totally not related to your question at all but related to the zine, i am like 9k words deep into an essay about burger and swmrs and i dont know how much ill get into this in the essay because its swmrs focused but. shortly before they got canceled pitchfork had given this band called the orwells a bad review that hinged on the idea that they were "harmless" to the point of being "wholesome" and that the violence discussed on their record was a laughable joke.

when members of the orwells were accused of like raping/sexually assaulting multiple women until they bled like 2 months later and had been slamming the faces of female audience members into the stage and choking them at their shows

and like the violence on their record was largely inspired by breaking bad which the pitchfork article did not seem to pick up on at all. i havent even seen breaking bad but i noticed it. the article seemed to insinuate that because the orwells were middle class white kids from chicago they did not know anything about violence and were just parroting black people on tv (sorry to be crass lol)

specifically they use the word "federales" in a song which sounds a bit out of place on the record but its slang for feds and was popularized by breaking bad, lol, so they put it in so people would know this was about breaking bad. theres a bunch of other stuff too

the orwells were definitely pretty racist but the fact that it was so breaking bad and not just mimicking like "gangs" or whatever is very critical to the record and what ultimately became of the band. like again i havent seen BB but its about a white middle class educated guy that refuses help when he needs in it in favor of insane amounts of drugs and violence under the guise of "being a man and providing" and ultimately completely destroys many people in the process and ruins their lives due to his own selfishness

and the fact that they would kin this guy is SOOOOOO and the fact that such a major publication failed to notice it is SOOOOO

anyway the article was so focused on infantilizing and trashing them as a shitty rock band that were just kids and didnt know any better it failed to notice the premise it was based on-- that the orwells were not capable of violence or doing drugs because they were young and white and middle class-- was fundamentally and so egregiously false.

i do think the critical reception of the record played a role in their demise but the review does not acknowledge the gender stuff on at all (multiple references to underage girls beating women openly assaulting them at shows etc) which was ultimately what ended the orwells. the article does acknowledge the stuff that would happen at shows but does it in a deliberately non gendered way when it was 200% about hitting girls, i think because the writer didnt care but also doing so would have interrupted the argument

anyway i dont know where i was going with this but i guess trashing art you dont fundamentally understand because you have to for your job and being so categorically wrong about it but having people believe you is a part of why i dont like music journalism at all and dont want to do it as a career even though i definitely participate in this. also a lot of it is definitely personal and about politics which sucks, i dont think the record is that bad but i think they gave it a bad rating because the band was unbelievably horrible and like thats kind of fair but also saying a song is bad because you dont like how someone acts is kind of weird when youre ranking things out of 10 because then youre pretending like its about the music and objective when its clearly not

#i actually think that album is one of my favorites of all time lol #its called terrible human beings #a couple of the members and someone who did their music videos has the same last name as the person who produced fobs first record #and that and chicago makes me raise an eyebrow but i dont know for sure lol

[somuchyoudontknow]

Sophie I’m about to rant due to those freaking anon responses. The below is specifically to the anons who replied to the Lana post as well as the racist in this fandom, yes there are racist in this fandom.

To everyone else, you all have been great and entertaining to observe. Please continue to stand up against racism and problematic issues!

To the idiotic anons:

Wow, I never mentioned anything about Lana Del Ray’s, music but wow at you anons calling yourselves out.

People sat here for months berating others about Alba and how it’s wrong for Chris to associate with racist yet……I now see that many here excuse problematic behavior in various other ways in their own lives. This is why I knew many in this fandom never cared about racism.

To think this fandom is majority white and many in the fandom probably only gave a damn about #BlackLivesMatter once they saw Chris at a protest. 🙄

I recall the outcry many had over minority fans specially black women writing fan fics about Chris and being absolutely outraged, many got pissed, telling black fans to stop writing and claiming how he’d ever date a black woman in real life.

All the public interactions he’s had with black women and his legit flirting with black interviewers, yet how quick so many in this fandom were to say it meant nothing, yet let a brunette white woman follow him and all hell breaks loose about him dating said woman. 😒

See, this is why I remained mute about much of this shitshow, many have excused various other things yet claim to be mad at Alba over having racist friends when many of you probably do as well. Hell many in this fandom probably just “tolerate” minorities or have racist thoughts and views yet believe since you don’t act on said thoughts, it’s okay, ITS NOT!! If Chris wasn’t the prime topic I’m sure some of you would probably defend Alba’s ass.

Thanks for telling us all how you all really feel anons, I don’t give a damn who you listen to, many have called Lana problematic for various reasons, nothing to do solely with her freaking music but you all already know how problematic she is or else ……..you all would not have responded the way you did. #TrueColors

If Chris married outside of his race many of you would lose your ever loving shit and that’s the gospel truth.

Many here don’t hate the fact that Alba is problematic nor racist, you simply hate the fact that she was in the same proximity as Chris Evans regardless if you think this is real or PR and you all use all the bs she and her friends have done as an excuse to spew that jealous anger. Absolutely pathetic just like her!!!!

Also LSA (lipstick alley) was created to be a online space for BLACK women. Unfortunately that has changed over the past decade, but You know why many there have completely wrote Chris off? Because we as black people don’t tolerate any person claiming to be against racism, yet hangs, befriends or associates with fucking racist!!!!

Chris seemed like a great guy and now many won’t ever see him the same again all because of this stupid ass PR stunt. That is why many hate watched, they wanted proof this was PR and that this man wasn’t purposefully hanging with these racist, but now people simply don’t care anymore, they’re over this shitshow.

White privilege is a mofo, no one stopped to ask how Lana was problematic or what specific things she’s said or done….why? Because she never said or done anything considered offensive to you anons, but you all were so fucking quick to say (“what am I supposed to stop listening to her because of that?” “Why can’t we just separate the person from the art”, “I guess we shouldn’t support any celebrity since they are all problematic”, etc) if that’s how you all deal with racism and problematic behavior then it’s no wonder racism and other crap are still tolerated.

Anons you’re a bunch of enablers. To continue to support someone regardless of their bad behaviors speaks volumes. Kanye West acted a plump fool, I don’t care how great his music was…….I don’t listen nor support him, PERIOD!!!!!

Argue amongst yourselves, screw the racist in this fandom, I’m done! 🖕🏾

I am so sorry you are leaving but your mental peace is the most important so I understand it. There is no doubt there are many problems in this fandom. Please take care of yourself.

#chris-evans #chris evans pr #alba-baptista #lana-del-ray

[backpocketkazoo]

🌼Honeybee [Cagney Carnation x Reader]🌼

[Summary: When your absent father comes back from the casino in crippling debt it is up to you, his adult child to dig him out of his own grave. Seriously, screw him.]

[Word count: 1,587]

[angst w/ a happy ending; hurt/comfort]

Story can also be found here on Ao3.

Context: (Y/n) is a journalist, writing their own newspaper rather than continuing the family fishing business. It's finally starting to kick off then ding dong! Guess who's back and ready to make their life a living hell!] i wrote this so long ago but every time i read it i go insane

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It was an oven even at 8 in the morning, even with the sea's salty breeze leaving kisses on my cheeks, even with being drenched in sweat. I'm so greasy I'm surprised I haven't started frying yet. I collapsed in my pathetic, wooden rowboat; groaning in exasperation. The waves gently rock my boat, almost pitying me. "God, why me of all people have to end up like this? What exactly have I done to deserve this? Being born?", I scoffed and closed my eyes; head resting on my folded arms.

My semi-peacefulness was interrupted by the voice I least wanted to hear.

"(Y/N)!! I'm back!! You best not've slacked off!", my dad yells from back on shore. I groaned and called back, then heard loud slam of the front door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I sat back up and grab the sun-bleached wooden oars. I held onto them tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. With that I hauled me and the fish back to the pier.

I tied the boat to its post and struggled as I heaved the fishing net (fish and all) onto the pier. I put a foot onto the dock as extra leverage. Geez, who woulda thought fish would weigh so damn much? I dropped the net onto a tarp I previously sat out, and finally climbed onto the dock myself. I wobbled about on my two feet, not used to the stability of land.

Once regaining my land legs, I tug on the end of the tarp, dragging it to the fishes's final resting place. I lead them to a large metal tub, it had been sitting out in the sun. It was probably hot enough to fry an egg, let alone a fish.

I dumped the fish into the tub and watched as they pathetically flopped about. I shivered and the stench alone was enough to make me gag. I sigh and wipe my sweaty brow with the back of my hand. God, glad that's over with.

I'm still immensely pissed that I have to pay off my father's debt. I have to fish to pay it off at that. AND I haven't been associated with the bastard since he left! Then whenever his irresponsible ass gets into trouble he comes crawling back and forces me to do his dirty work! And why am I complying??

I guess I'm scared.

What if he takes the house back?

What will happen after that? Where will I go?? I shakily sigh, anxiety curdling in my stomach like spoiled milk. I stroll over to my little garden, it wasn't much but I loved it. I put my whole heart into making sure each leaf, each petal, didn't go untended to. I squatted down closer to the flower's height. "Just when things were starting to get good, lil buddy."

"(Y/n)..?" My head snapped and I jolted at the voice, partially fearing it was my deadbeat dad. My racing heart calmed a bit when I saw the familiar face of my friend. I give a weak smile towards Cagney. "What're you doing? I just saw you fishing,, you despise fishing. W-what's goin' on?"

"Ohh—" I scratch the back of my neck, I could feel the sweat get scraped up under my nails. "About thaatt.." I fumbled with my words. "Dear Ol' Dad's back from gambling his life away, and making it his eldest (and only) kin's responsibility...hehrng.."

I could feel the vibe change from perplexity to something more anger filled. I could feel it in the air, see it in his facial expression, and hear it in the tone of his voice. "Is that so..." His voice softens in the next line, "Do you need any help?" Cagney's voice was filled with concern.

"Nah,, it's okay. I just finished anyways. Thank you though, Cagney. It's sweet of you to offer."

The day carried on like it would if my absent father wasn't present. As soon as he got home he passed out on the couch. I would like to also mention how much of a wreck the house had gotten since he came back. Granted I wasn't the most tidy person, but this was outrageous.

I had managed to clean up a bit while he was sleeping because god, I couldn't stand it. Later on, I went back to tending to my garden. It was the typical time I would normally take care of them, and I'm used to the routine. I had almost forgotten how my life was currently in shambles.

Almost.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I jumped and saw dad pointing towards the silver tub of fish, just beyond yonder.

"T-the fish from today??" What the hell was his damage? I did what he demanded.

"YOU DIDN'T CATCH NEARLY ENOUGH, WHAT? DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS GONNA MAKE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF MY DEBT? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO LOSE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL? HUH, (Y/N)?" He interrogated me. He was degrading me, trying to guilt trip me. Playing the victim card, but even the devil himself knew he was god awful at card games.

I stood up. I was pissed.

"And you're acting like I care. You're acting like you haven't been gone for the past SEVEN years of my life. Sorry I don't care about the stupid family business. Sorry YOU screwed over YOUR life. Not mine, YOURS. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It's not my goddamn problem."

"What did ya just say to me?", his voice was low and dangerous. It was arsenic and I was merely foxglove.

"You heard them!", a voice backs me up. My eyes widen and I turn around, almost forgetting how angry I was. I look up and see Cagney looking almost as pissed as I am. Wonder how much he heard.

"And who might YOU be?"

Before I could say anything Cagney spoke, "Cagney Carnation, whatzzittoya?" He growled.

"He's a friend of mine—", I quickly explained. Not that it mattered, neither were paying attention. They were too busy glaring daggers at each other.

"I think this pansy needs to say out of other peoples business, don'tcha think?" I was getting murderous intent from Cagney. I grabbed his hand in attempt to tell him 'don't'. Being honest, it's a bit difficult to actually grab Cagney's hand. Mine was far too small to wrap around his, but it was still effective, methinks.

"I believe the well-being of my friend IS my business. And that you, as a father, should NOT be forcing your adult child to get you out of the grave you dug."

"I believe you should get off my property." I absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this.

"No Drew, you forfeit this place as soon as you were 6 feet under. And I suggest you get off MY property before you start poppin' up daisies."

He tried to retaliate but I didn't let him, "Leave. Now." His blood boiled and he marched up to me. I prepared for the worst. He looked to have hesitated, as he kicked the dirt ground in front of me and hastily left, muttering curses under his breath. The two of us watched him until he was a mere speck.

The adrenaline wore off and my heart dropped to my stomach. The reality hit me like a freight train. "Oh my god." Was all I could squeak out. I was at a loss for words. And like that, hot tears poured from the faucets of my eyes. I fell to my knees, I had never felt so weak before. My silent tears turned into choked sobs. I tightly grip onto my trousers. My head hung low and I violently shook. The raw emotion was too much for my small, restless form to handle. What the fuck had I done?

Cagney instantly panicked. He was never too good at handling other's emotions, let alone his own. Nevertheless, his sunshine needed him. He carefully scooped me up, sweetly shushing me as he did so. "Cmon doll, let's get you inside." He carried me inside and set me on the couch, he grabbed some nearby blankets and wrapped me in them. My sobs were hiccups at this point and I was gasping for air. Cagney grabbed my hand and rubbed it while going through some breathing exercises.

I clung tightly to him, not quite like a moth to a flame. This was sweet and comforting, something I needed. Perhaps a better example would be a bee to a flower. I mean he is a flower after all, maybe I can be his honeybee.

"I hate seeing you upset," he murmured.

"I know this all sucks.. but it'll be okay, especially since I have you, Cagney." My drained eyes were fighting the weight of sleep, but I still look up at Cagney, eyes with a glint of melancholy, and give him a bittersweet smile. "Promise I'll always have you?"

"Promise." Cagney squirmed a bit, not that he didn't mean his words. He meant everything, just as you mean everything to him. But you make him feel things like he hadn't before. You make his stomach flutter at your touch. Your smile. Your laughter. He felt so vulnerable around you. He wasn't sure how you got it, but you stole the key to his heart. His hold on you tightened, and by this point you had succumbed to sweet sleep.

#cagney carnation x reader #hurt/comfort #all the flower references I made making me go crazy /pos/lh

[inky-duchess]

Here's my OC Freya Antanov! :)))

Nimble-footed and slyfingered, Freya is known for pocketing more than a few nobles trinkets on heists- which occasionally end up fucking up the mission (to her friends annoyance)

Freya's loud-mouthed and brash persona conceal her lingering trauma and desperate need for validation.

Name: Freya Antonov

Age: 18, going on 19

Gender: Female, she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual (no preference)

Personality: Bold, loud, rowdy, outgoing, masks her trauma by distracting others with her charm. Flirts a lot and is known for being a notorious player- though the only one she means her flirtations to is Kiva…

Appearance: pale complexion, scrawny brown hair that is tied into a messy ponytail with flyaway hair and hazel eyes. She has scars on her knuckles from fighting off people. Her wrists have faint bruises. She wears a poet shirt and torn, frayed trousers and occasionally wears eyeliner.

Job: She is part of the Burrow

Skills: pickpocketing, charming people in order to let her friends get away/sneak out on heists

Home: Formerly The Charity Bunker's Home for Displaced and Abandoned Children, currently the Burrow.

People she’s close to: Art (best friends- she’s his wingwoman- Art gets VERY annoyed about this), Nikolai (former one-sided crush, good friends) Kiva (…I honestly don’t know what to call it friends- I guess- she occasionally flirts with him though he probably gets annoyed at her)

Zodiac: Sun is Aries, Moon is Leo and Ascendant/Rising is Gemini

Song to sum her up: White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

Backstory: Freya was raised in The Charity Bunker's Home for Displaced and Abandoned Children, and was naïve to its darkness until she turned 15 and ran away.

Freya managed to survive on her own until, at 17-turning 18 a day after- she broke her leg- and was found by a gentleman, promising that if she worked for him then he would fix her leg.

Desperate and starving, Freya agreed.

That was the biggest mistake she ever made.

Freya was forced into an...unsavoury line of work, one she refuses to tell others of, but they can only guess.

Eventually, Freya stumbled across the Burrow and begged to work there. They took one look at the gaunt girl, bruises speckling her wrists, and agreed.

Freya thrived, carefully cultivating an outgoing facade to distract from the shivering girl she had once been.

Though, Freya’s mask hides a darkness that lingers- a darkness she will use to do whatever it takes to survive…..

trivia:

-the burrow are often woken up by freya's screams (after she’s had a nightmare in which she has flashbacks to her past “job”-) usually at night or dawn. she then either goes pickpocketing or dances along roofs while getting drunk (and has broken a few more bones doing that!)

-when freya has a bad dream, it is noticeable by the dark circles under her eyes and the fact that she drinks coffee- she normally abhors the taste, though only drinks it when she's shaken.

-freya is a bisexual gremlin and is known for flirting with many passers-bye- to art's annoyance (who continually tells her "freya, don't get their hopes up. freya what are you doing, freya i swear if you go over there-FREYA-")

-freya loves the hue mint-green though despises the shade carmine- it reminds her of where she used to work.

-Freya is good friends with Art and often drags over men Art's age and says "oh! Art likes this as well!" and winks at Art who looks absolutely furious with Freya

(tl;dr: she’s a very bad wingwoman)

-freya used to have a crush on nikolai though got over it- she still feels awkward, though.

-freya likes to piss off kiva and often shouts "ah yes! kiva! the scourge of the shadows!" and sometimes flirts with him- though it 'tis fleeting!

-freya often flirts with girls or guys that pass by the burrow (reasons vary: she’s bored, she’s drunk, she lost a dare, she’s curious about them, she’s attracted to them etc) though it’s surface-level and freya never dallies too long.

-freya delights in stealing nobles trinkets on heists- taking it as vindictive revenge for what they did to her- and that cause heists to over-run because she’s too busy stealing and/or messing up the place. It’s…not good.

Freya’s habits (especially when she’s stressed or triggered):

-drinking

-getting high

-smoking

-stealing

D&D Class and Alignment: Rogue, Chaotic Neutral

(I just know that Freya is setting herself up for heartbreak-😭)

#Amazing #This means a lot to me

[ladymoonveil]

Been venturing back into Reaper76 lately, and even though activity has died down a lot compared to when Overwatch was in its heyday, this is still probably my favourite pairing to sink my teeth into. 

The fandom is also a much nicer space to be in, especially since that annoying, vocal group of people who loved to villainize Jack Morrison based on the colour of his skin has stopped harassing and policing people after it was canonically revealed that:

1. Gabe was the more experienced leader during the Omnic Crisis, but Jack was the one who held the team together and brought out the best in the people around him.

2. Jack was ultimately chosen as Strike Commander because Gabrielle Adawe and the UN found him to be the more suitable candidate for rebuilding, especially since this is now a much more political role after the war has ended.  (Valkyrie short)

3. Unlike a lot of incorrect assumptions that were made, the promotion was not the main cause of the rift between the two characters.  Gabe was, in fact, a supportive friend and teammate who didn’t jump to bitterness over this.  If anything, it was Jack giving Gabe too much leeway and defending his sometimes questionable actions in the years that followed which resulted in his downfall.

There was a year or so that felt like stepping into a minefield where Reaper76 works were written by people who actively hated half the ship, and the sole reason for one character’s existence is to grovel for forgiveness.  It’s character bashing but tagged as the main pairing.  (Something similar happened to MCU!Stony, which is why I’m mainly into comics!Stony now.)  Some of the excuses I saw trying to justify Reaper working for Talon, a literal terrorist organization behind horrifying acts (and not a double agent either), was mind boggling.  It’s made worse because they don’t judge Jack by the same standards, and actively went out of their way to paint him as some useless white guy who barely contributed to the war effort and “stole” the promotion.      

I remember some of my favourite creators being harassed and bullied to the point that they straight up deleted their stories and left the ship.  The “moral high ground” fandom police held up their own headcanons as the be-all end-all for everyone (because I guess they never learned the basic fandom etiquette of “Your Headcanon Is Not Canon”), and if you disagreed with them you were called a bunch of names and had to deal with some truly terrible BS.  

It’s such a disservice to Gabe and Jack too, because they’re complex characters whose relationship got reduced to one of jealousy and hatred, and the things that each of them were allowed to explore ended up being severely limited in fear of pissing off said fandom police. 

Luckily this isn’t really the case anymore, and with a bit of digging you can find many fics that aren’t one-sided.  My favourites have always been the ones that allowed them to explore their own shades of grey. 

After many years of being in various fandom spaces, I feel like I’m generally not as interested in participating anymore unless I know that the source material is aimed at a mature audience, or the people I am interacting with will behave like adults.  Some positive examples of this would be:

1. Hannigram, where the fandom has pretty effectively shut down policing (because seriously are you going to try and police the “murder husbands” ship that contains a cannibal serial killer?)

2. A lovely Taiwanese Top Gun discord server where everyone is very well versed in their fandom etiquette of “Ship and Let Ship”, “I Am Responsible For My Own Content Consumption”, and the aforementioned “Your Headcanon is Not Canon”. 

Things like this really make such a big difference towards having a good time, instead of dealing with all sorts of fandom wank.

#reaper76 #jack morrison #soldier 76 #rant

[everythingsinred]

apparently zoe’s friend coined the phrase “slavaboo” to describe the strange subsection of people who are a little too obsessed with communism and the ussr, call each other comrade, joke about gulags, and pretend to have slavic accents, etc. u know. people who are superficially interested in slavs without knowing anything about slavic culture or history. they took the form of annoying white american boys throughout high school for me and would mansplain to me (incorrectly) about MY culture and history as if their terrible fake russian accent that they put on for kicks trumps my years of being an actual serb. now its tiktok girlies wearing ushankas and making really uncomfortable content about communism and eastern block “aesthetic”.

like on the one hand ushankas are just hats and im really not interested in gatekeeping my culture bc ive always wanted to share it, but tbh what pisses me off is that these ppl ARENT interested in the culture. ill always think back on that post abt cultural appropriation i saw a few years ago, that rightly challenged white ppl pulling elements of poc culture into their lives without first understanding the cultural significance. but that post then turned around and recommended aspects of european culture, specifically slavic and eastern european, that white ppl could use instead (folkwear and holidays), and that pissed me off.

in my balkan class we learned that eastern europe, particularly the balkans, are viewed as europe lite. it’s a strange place to be because obviously were white. thats just a fact. but western europeans view us as savages, uncivilized, a barbaric and war-torn land of backwards people. the first day of class my professor asked us to tell us words we associated with the balkans and GOD DAMN was there plenty of orientalism in that american university classroom. for most of our history we’ve barely been considered europe. our relationship with the word “europe” is so complex and difficult to properly explain. western europe doesnt consider us europe bc were not on their level. so getting grouped in like that, having someone outside of that group give other white people permission to “use” our culture with the same cavalier attitude that they would appropriate poc culture? its UNPLEASANT. i dont like it.

i guess what im trying to say is that knowing about russian war tanks and pilots is cool and all. gushing about eastern bloc architecture and wearing ushankas is fun. but slavic history is a big mess, torn between wanting to be part of the civilized “europe” but also not wanting to reject our specific culture (like the conflict between westernizers and slavophiles in russian history).

im thinking about the heartbreak of telling classmates and friends that i was slavic but having them be more interested in my barebones knowledge of russian history and culture rather than asking me about my serbian culture. that all i was to them was an excuse to talk about the soviet union or the warsaw pact when my country was never even a part of either. they’d get grossed out by the food i brought to school, demonstrate no interest in my culture at all. id watch their eyes glaze over when i excitedly asked them if they wanted me to write their name in cyrillic or teach them serbian phrases... its all so surface level and vapid. tbh really cringe. thats what yall are. cringe. using ur stupid fake slavic accents, calling each other comrades, making jokes about the ussr and gulags as if theres any humor to be found in a gulag. sickening behavior.

i WANT people to be interested in my culture but i want them to appreciate it. i dont want them pulling aspects that they can use for the aesthetic, or for them to oversimplify slavic history or make jokes about the ussr or gulags. i want them learning about folklore and mythology, actually listening to our music (and maybe actual folk music, not just the russian techno ppl like). look at our art, our stories. we have a rich and vibrant and varied culture with many influences. its not all blank cement buildings and ushankas. we have a lot of beautiful culture to offer and it pisses me off how ppl dismiss it.

#i also just #hate being grouped in with western europeans. #eastern europe is for the most part impoverished and has a heavy history of colonization. #were not really the same as the british or the french or the germans. it feels like an unfair comparison #and bold of me to complain right. cuz like no american friend that ive ever had has been interested in my culture #so beggars cant be choosers. but no. im gonna be a chooser. #this superficial interest isnt real interest and im not gonna accept it #are u really into slavic culture if u start getting uncomfy abt coming to my family's slava or trying my serbian food i bring to lunch? #are u genuinely interested if u wont let me tell my own history? #im thinking abt the nonaligned movement. sigh. #little anya things

[southslates]

god that zk / d*rkalina post reminds me of why i left that fandom, i really hate how you can’t simply say you don’t like something without a bunch of people jumping on your back accusing you of ‘policing’ them or smth like how is me personally thinking something is gross affecting you? idk. esp since i’m black and they go doubly hard after me if i so much as imply that i don’t like something specifically because of racism / misogynoir.

it’s like when some atla fans get pissed off that not everyone likes aang. like he was never my favorite. after b3 / comics i actively dislike him. but every time i say i don’t like him i’m a monster who bullies 12 y/o and hates ‘non dramatic’ ships. like no, i… simply just do not like him. i never came for you. i just said i don’t like him and his (lack of) character development imo.

sorry for ranting in your inbox i am just sick of being demonized for not liking things by the so called ‘you do you’ crowd. ironically i feel like those white ‘fandom old’ types target people just as much as those they say they despise sometimes :/

right and the most annoying thing is that they claim they're all for you do you, but there's a difference between acknowledging something is unhealthy BUT fictional and romanticizing something that is unhealthy? some people don't seem to draw the line...and like i guess it's "you do you" and that's their business, but if we're going to state our opinions and accept that everyone's opinion is valid as long as they don't infringe upon other's opinions, then like....you can still be criticized

sorry you've dealt with misogynoir and racism in fandom, it really is sad how such a safe place ends up being a microcosm of the world that sometimes even amplifies its worst aspects in very insidious ways, because you leave your guard down when you're in fandom, you assume it's a safe space, and then...

i've always said i never dislike ships because of ships, but because of shippers. i loved darklina and i thought the dynamic was so cool to explore (as i said i've written several fics, like the first was when i was thirteen) but then the way i was harassed on twitter for disliking how people compared it to kanej in some form...ruined the ship for me. like, i never said don't ship it? i basically always said that darklina has a cool dynamic to explore but that i didn't want it to be canon because that is the normalization of abuse in its canonical interpretation. maybe there is a world where it could have been done and it being canon would not have been a bad impression on thirteen year old girls like me, the first time i read the grisha trilogy. but well, it isn't this one. i was there and i wish malina was better in the books lol so i would have found darklina less appealing.

but yes with the aang thing, too! i think the "you do you" anti harassment crowd has its extremes, especially when they defend racist and problematic behavior towards real life individuals in fandom as on the same tier of fictional interaction, especially because this defined "harassment" is not people venting on their accounts without instigating discourse. people will always have their opinions.

zk fandom has had a lot of issues with big name white fans conflating real problematic behavior within the fandom with general proship harassment. it's what drove me out of the fandom last year and i pray it will not happen again because it really really bothered me at the time

but anon i do empathize so so much with you <3 sucks that a supposed safe space like fandom still has so many complications--i just want to do my own thing, and that includes hating on things, in peace ✌️

#anon asks #anti darklina #dee rants #again not anti darklina. anti some aspects of the twitter fandom. but there are some zks who do ship darklina more so #for blacklisting #zutara fandom

[anonymous-dentist]

hi ad i was wondering if you could help me historically contextualize this great post tagged #red scare (among other irrelevant things) with your historical expertise? 😊😊😊😊😊

(joseph stalin does not understand my aesthetic visions)

Alright, so I'm first going to say that the 'He' in question here would actually be United States Senator Joseph McCarthy, the instigator of the most famous of America's various Red Scares. That motherfucker hated communism, and aesthetics beyond anything WASP-y. The introduction of the stereotypical white suburban housewife? That's thanks to McCarthy, and, well. Hm.

So the most famous Red Scare we've had in America would be the one that originated right after the end of World War Two. It came about because America is a country that was birthed upon the foundation of We Want Our Money (taxation without representation, dig?) After the Russian Civil War (1917-1922), only one country in the world really recognized the Soviet Union, and it was not the United States (it was actually Germany, who was Europe's other most ostracized nation, though this backfired on the USSR pretty badly in 1941 with Hitler's Operation Barbarossa.) The US has had a history of Red Scares dating back to the 1920s after the Russian Revolution, and I'd argue that we're in the middle of a Third Red Scare today.

But back to our Red Scare, the Second Red Scare as it's called.

So the big three dudes during World War Two on the Allied side were US President Roosevelt, British Fucker Churchill, and That Motherfucker Stalin. But Roosevelt died and was replaced with that motherfucker Truman, and Churchill was replaced by some other dude that doesn't matter. Stalin hated Truman. A lot. He thought Truman was intolerable. He also hated the "west" in general because, uh, fuck them, I guess. Some sort of Russian nationalism, which Stalin was famous for despite being Georgian (I believe, don't quote me on that.)

So by the time the Berlin Airlifts happened in 1948-49, Stalin was about done with the US, and the US was about done with the USSR. It gets better when the USSR is revealed to be working on this funny little thing called a Fucking Nuke. On top of that, communism was spreading around the world at a rapid rate, mostly in countries in the process of decolonizing, and especially in countries in the process of decolonizing that saw the bullshit that America had been up to regarding its own colonizing efforts and said, fuck that, we're not doing this whole capitalism thing.

And so, with all those foreign problems in mind, we've got this motherfucker in the US named Joseph McCarthy. Anyone who was sus (for lack of a better phrase) was considered a communist spy and was arrested. That included people of color, single women over the age of about 24, disabled or neurodivergent people, queer people, etc. Basically, you aren't a good ol' boy, you're sus. You don't like Jesus? Sus. You support queer rights? Sus. You criticize the government? Sus.

I'm not going to go too far into the specifics because, frankly, it's entirely too long a topic and it pisses me off. The Second Red Scare was essentially the same kind of terror-based enforced nationalism that Stalin himself was a pretty big fan of during his various Terrors of the 1930s, and that Soviet leaders were pretty big on until that motherfucker Gorbachev. I'm sure that you've at least read about, say, the Rosenberg trials, and the foundation of the People's Republic of China, and the nuclear bomb, and the House Un-American Activities Committee. You've also got the CIA, and, well.

Well.

#Traumatize Men

#asks! #friends tm #a.d. talks history #that's the tag yes #anyway my planned senior thesis for two years from now is the effect of tv on the cold war #so.

[orifu]

ok im just gonna write a bunch of my disorganised thoughts on the new doctor who episode the star beast. enjoy. or dont.

story wise it was very enjoyable. all the characters were written like actual people (cough cough chris chibnall) and i really enjoyed watching it. the twist of the meep being evil was (at least in who circles) pretty well known so having the rose metacrisis twist too was really effective (even though i totally guessed it would happen (shower oracle)).

and before i get into what i didnt like im just going to say im not like siding with the you know twitter users youtube "reviewers" called like The Neckbeard Skeptic or something when it comes to this stuff. i thought the inclusion of rose as a trans character was a really good way to start the new era as a kind of warning to those kinds of people that they really wont enjoy it.

but with the representation came a couple lines which just struck me as.. off. the first was definitely rose basically calling the doctor out for assuming the meep is he/him. and like yeah thats a valid criticism to make. but if i were writing this episode i would absolutely not get the trans person to say that. it comes across as playing into the "did you just assume [the meep's] pronouns??" transphobic stereotype but i think knowing how many people would get mad at this i am fine with the line overall.

the next line was the line "binary binary / nonbinary" bit. i think its a cool callback and another neat way of pissing off the right people but honestly back in s4 that binary binary bit was a really devastating moment as you see the doctor's face and the music kicks in. playing off that moment as like a kind of gag just seems kinda messed up to me.

and the last one was the "male presenting time lord" thing. just seems like a twitterised version of feminism and the messages behind it. feminism is meant to be a deconstruction of gender as a social construct and its effects in society which manifest as eg the patriarchy. feminism is not when you go "you look like a man therefore youre bad". thats not feminism. in s4 this was explained as time lords "lacking that little bit of human" which i think just kinda makes more sense tbh.

i imagine this is kind of what it wouldve been like seeing series 1 back in 2005 and maybe back then jack harkness looked over the top or the whole thing felt in-your-face. maybe 18 years from now ill look back at this and think "wow. i thought that was a lot?" and i really hope so. but for now i just hope this was over the top to get rid of all the bigots before doctor who (2023-) REALLY begins.

anyway enough of the criticisms that make me sound like a 2017 anti sjw. i think donna and rose just being able to "get rid" of the metacrisis by just "letting it go" is honestly kind of stupid. i was expecting a lot more of a destiny plotline across the 3 specials that probably ended in donna about to die forever but only then the metacrisis is stopped or something (and i think the slower metacrisis could have explained this). but nope there it goes done and dusted in the first special. its not the direction i wouldve taken but its fine i suppose. im not the award winning writer here.

next its literally never explained where the doctors sonic comes from. he just kinda. has it. and thats fine i guess stuff happens sometimes but like. why is this sonic completely overpowered? a big criticism of the chibnall era was that the doctor was constantly just scanning stuff and going "hm yep blah blah" and instead of going back to the sonic being an occasional tool, its now able to create screens and forcefields and. what. but fine. whatever.

but now. big question. why does the tardis interior change? it didnt go up in flames or anything like in s5/s11 nor was the doctor feeling a change like in s7/s8. it just changes. but i guess the tardis was feeling like it or whatever. now the real controversial take. i dont really like the new interior. its just completely white. i know the original tardis interiors looked like that but it looks so plain. it looks like they only had that much built when they filmed it and hadnt finished. the lights make me like it more but it just seems kinda gimmicky tbh. im sure itll grow on me over time (or be changed in the ncuti era? pls).

anyway. i still really enjoyed the episode and i cannot wait for wild blue yonder (this has been the mystery episode for like over a year now) and the 2 more specials and 2 more series to come. doctor who is Going Places and id much rather those places be cheesy pronoun stuff than have bigots around the dw community.

if you read all that, you just wasted your time. also i love you

#ori is between meds

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i don't know where to start. earlier, i was thinking about what i wanted to say but now i feel i don't know,, empty? like, there's nothing to say. god, the world just pisses me off. its not in a "god i'm so depressed" way anymore its just, disappointment? all of you just make me tired, annoyed. sometimes i wish i still had that childlike thought of "why cant everyone just get along?" i don't even know why i had that thought as a kid because my life back then wasn't even that good.

last week, i went out with my younger cousins and my grandparents. i wanted to scream, cry, break down, etc. i hate what they've become. i remember when i would see them more often, when they were 8 and 4. i was young too, but i was older than them both and i looked after them. i stopped seeing them so much. the thing about them is that they're white. my dad's side of the family (which is the side they're on) is korean. fully. my grandparents were both born in korea but moved to london (my nan) and australia (my grandpa) at a young age. then, they moved back to korea when they had my dad in ulsan but moved back to the uk before having my aunt.

my aunt is really young, so are my parents & grandparents, but to put it in perspective she was 17 when she had her first kid and 21(?) when she had her second. their baby daddy wasn't the best (or so i've heard from multiple people, i've gotten to the age where i can start to hear family drama lol) but she no longer has the kids even though she was a much better parent. i'm not too sure what happened to those kids, the dad didn't take them, i think they live in korea with another family member now?

but she adopted two kids, my nan said she "always liked kids a bit too much" when i was looking at baby photos and there was one of me and her. there was one of me and her under a cherry blossom tree, she was holding me while in her school uniform. but the point of this ramble is both of the adopted kids are white. she has two other biological kids. they're mixed. third korean, third english and third bengali. i wouldn't bring this up unless it was important.

uh yeah but i hated every second of seeing them again. they pulled their eyes back, called me slurs, said shit i don't even wanna repeat not only about asians but africans too. all i'm saying is they made some comments about their brothers being more tan than them.

my grandparents didn't even say anything. my grandfather even encouraged them by making asian jokes. i'm fine with asian people making asian jokes, hell i've probably said some when i was younger. but it's not ever okay to teach white kids that it's okay to do that. my mum said it's because he's from a more white exclusive area of australia and not from an area with more diversity like us. but he's asian? he's a grown man he needs to deal with own internalised racism.

my nan tried to subtly excuse it (whether she realised it more not) by saying he's autistic so he doesn't understand, i am autistic and i understand why i shouldn't do that‽ he just started high school so teach him‽‽‽

i'm fucking sick of it lol but whatever. i don't even remember what i was talking about originally but i guess this is why my blog is here, to let it all out.

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