I promise I am not intending to make this a political blog. Tumblr is my escape from the real world, and I will stay here on my Zutara nonsense until I find healthier coping devices and/or get bored. But what I want to say is, I feel, incredibly important.
The SCOTUS just set back women's rights by decades, took away any protection citizens had against the police, struck a blow against climate change protections, set schools up to violate students' religious freedoms, and made it harder for states to regulate gun control within their own borders. While all of that was a terrible blow to the country, they aren't stopping there.
On June 30, the SCOTUS agreed to hear Moore v. Harper, a case that could drive the country towards one-party rule by essentially giving states the power to choose election outcomes, regardless of the results of the popular election. Just in time for the 2024 presidential race.
It's not too late to do something about it. This year is a midterm year, and one thing you can do is go out and vote. There are a total of 469 seats in the Senate and House up for election this year, 385 appellate court seats (depending on where you live, appointments may or may not be decided on by vote), and about 400 state executive seats up for election, including governors, lieutenant governors, attorney general seats and hundreds of down-ballot seats. Local elections are just as important as statewide and national ones because these are the positions that will have the most effects on your day-to-day life.
Obviously, voting isn't the silver bullet to fix what's wrong with this country, but it is a solid start. Educate yourselves on what candidates are running and what issues are at stake for your home (here is a good place to start to find out who is running for what in your state). Once you've done that, look into local activist groups in your area and see how you can get involved. Things are bad now, but they don't have to get worse.
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
so this joke requires the light setup of, as the Resident Geologist, on any given hike my dad will have been subjected to a light barrage of Hey What's This Rock I Just Picked Up Off The Trail, answers ranging from "that's clearly serpentinite, the state rock of California—note the distinctive gray-green color and soapy texture" to "that's probably a local mudstone" to "that is a piece of concrete" to "that is tanbark."
the joke typically runs as follows:
you, presenting an interesting pebble for identification: hey, what's this rock i just picked up off the trail?
my dad, after a few seconds of thoughtful examination: ah, interesting. what you have there is what's known as a "sex stone."
you, slightly shocked by the apparent erotic provenance of what you thought was a random rock: oh! okay. i see. thanks.
my dad, slyly: would you like to know why they call it that?
you: um. yes?
my dad: BECAUSE IT'S JUST A FUCKING ROCK.
Some of you ship tedbecca, tedtrent, and/or roykeeleyjamie and was extremely disappointed that none of them set sail in the finale but none of you will ever understand the pain of my otp not happening,
The Tell Me Your Problems! Exciting Picnic event story implies that Nene does not go outside in nature much, since she seems surprised by the appearance of the park that she and Rui visit, and then compares it to a video game environment.
In Emu's The Smiles I Want to Protect 2* card story, she also mentions that when she was younger she only ever went to the beach a few times, with her family preferring to visit the local pool instead.
"miguel is the villain spot is the villain miles himself is the villain" no youre all wrong the REAL TRUE villain of atsv was that bitch ass school counselor lady
I feel a deep sense of anger and grief for Palestine. I’m angry at God, at the world powers donating to those who are killing civilians, angry at people looking away and encouraging you to worry about yourself when people can’t even walk down their streets without being attacked. I’m angry that my friend donated, only for it to be stolen and taken by the soldiers abusing Palestine. I’m angry that I can’t do much of anything but tell you to at least CARE about the people being bombed and slaughtered. Please, if you can’t do anything please just CARE about these people and listen to their stories. Hold them in your hearts at the very least. Don’t pretend they don’t exist or just brush it off as “its been going on for centuries, there’s no point in stopping it.” I want to do more, I want to make people care and love those who need it, rather than continue spreading anger and hate.
These are real people I’ve drawn. Keep the people of Palestine in your heart at the very least please.
What’s a better way to celebrate the last day of black history month than with another Lucas and Erica drawing. I really wanted to make sure I got this done by today!!
I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.
He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.