#we do Live in a Society

[non-un-topo]

Every time I spend too many days in a row at home, I get it into my head that I don't actually want to transition, and then I go back into the world and go Oh. I remember what it's like to have a body and a mind.

#it's almost like a huge portion of our genders are determined socially. by those who are around us and by the situations and spaces we inhab #-inhabit. #it's almost like i study this at an honours level. #<< that doesn't in any way discount or devalue or delegitimize a person's gender identity and expression. #we do Live in a Society #can't really be disabled without the world that disables. might not know you want to transition until you understand your own position. #sometimes it's relative. #also sorry i've been using tumblr as like a complain diary lately. i'm going through some serious shit. #it is a blogging site so. #i'm sure i'm not the only person who thinks 'i must not be trans' the moment i don't feel intense dysphoria and self-hatred. #thanks to the medical/deficit model! #and i do feel intense dysphoria and self-hatred. oh i do. but sometimes it's easier in my home and i forget. and i go: #'Oh! i must be cis because i feel okay about my body and mind today' #*whispering to self* you're just scaaaaared. scaredy little peepeepoopoo pants who won't accept being wrong

[adelaidedrubman]

also why did i see so many fucking joker costumes today

#we do Live In A Society

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

But evil woman is extra evil! Woman is mother, angel and domestic goddess. Unforgivable to dare thirst after 2D woman who not only steped off pedestal but smashec pedistal! (note extreme sarcasm)

I'm guessing part of the shit show is the particular branch of personal evil the character gets off on but yeah I'm thinking the fact it's a female character is a lot what has folks's panties in a twist.

Because your right, simping for Doffy, Loki, Sephiroth, Mayuri, Aizen, Kempachi or hell Sakazuki and AFO don't stir folks up that badly.

The sad part if you were a dude or in stereotypically dude spaces I doubt the shit show would be still going.

Your last paragraph made me think about how I once assumed that the reason so much written porn/smut fiction is written by women is because visual porn is typically more degrading and hostile towards the women involved. You get more control and it's not the same lens every time with fic, yk? Could also be why its so mocked and derided but whatever

Anyway I'm not saying finding Makima hot and loving how despicable she can be makes you a feminist or anything. I mean it makes you someone with functioning eyes and great taste in fictional women, but that's it 🤷‍♀️

#.sillyshit #.discourse #sloot's essays #men get to be insufferable re: characters like Walter White and Griffith all the time #but the instant i say I want Makima to kidnap and keep me as a pet human and kiss my cheek while handcuffing me covered in blood #suddenly IM the bad guy #we DO live in a society

[butchysterics]

americans imagining Land Back as a reverse colonization where your family is violently displaced from their home—just no, and there’s so much projection and anti-indigenous sentiment in that reaction that we need to unpack. in the same way abolishing private property does not equate to taking the personal property/housing from regular human beings, land back deserves your full attention in the actual demands and futurities that native people are calling for. this knee jerk resistance against land back needs to stop inventing hypotheticals instead of engaging with the reality of this which is A. a broader political call to rematriate land to indigenous communities, who currently have limited resources because this is a settler colonial state B. specific calls to return specific lands—often ‘public lands’ i.e. national parks, blm land etc—which often carry cultural significance and also very direct legacies of violence tied to the original displacement. C. a return to indigenous land management strategies, which are place-based and culture-based and offer paths to restoring/reclaiming/reconfiguring the ecologies and human communities most damaged by colonialism/capitalism/the world we currently live in D. land back is deeply tied to the movements protesting oil and gas pipelines, catastrophic mining, etc ongoing destruction of the environment that place indigenous communities on the frontlines yet threatens /everyone/ downstream who drinks water and has a body

#this is such a complex issue that starts to unravel american society when you unpack it #in a good way that asks—okay what do we do next? how are we going to live here and do right by our neighbors and their+our descendants? #regardless of who is in Power/who heads the State #we live on the ground we stand on we’re responsible to our local ecologies and our neighbors #this is where i’m at politically as a white settler

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy #riz gukgak #figueroth faeth #sklonda gukgak #dimension 20 #this. mmmmhhh this is so. I did Not know how to draw this really. #I am very normal about riz (<- lying) #it's a brennan-dm d20 campaign the bad guy is always capitalism (I am saying this with clenched teeth) #riz out of all of them being aroace fucks with me SO bad. bc its also established that elmsville specifically and probably the #majority of solace is not. made for goblins. and that becomes sklonda being worked to the bone and pok dying on the job #and riz spending all his time trying to keep his friends together. maybe to the point of it being injurous #like. do u get what I mean. its an economy of time it takes your time it eats up your time #not just the gukgaks but everyone you have to spend time to get to live and you don't have a lot of time left in a day #and you have to spend it carefully. you have to prioritize #you're somewhere without an established community and companionship is bought with your time spent working #this place doesn't take care of you. at the end of the day who do you have who'd prioritize you. do you understand me #the evolved aroace loathing where if your friends and family are granted more time nobody would have to choose. we live in a society #holds ur hand we live in a society. idk if Im making any sense #anyway . uhhh riz is my favourite that's my statement thank you for listening. au revoir

[nonasbirthday]

of course you can read necros and cavs as a parallel to the gender binary bc A) you can do whatever you want forever and B) yeah there's plenty of textual evidence comparing the necro-cav bond to a marriage. however one thing i think many of these discussions keep missing is the fact that most people in the nine houses are not necros or cavs and do in fact exist outside of this binary. which would make it. not really much of a binary

#get ur warm takes here #i know other people have said this already but i really feel like this binary idea has proliferated recently #but i get it i mean in the books we have almost zero exposure to House citizens living outside this 'binary' #so it is a binary in the sense that you can apply it to our major characters who are from the nine houses #but i'm just not sure about extrapolating it to the whole fictional society #i do think there are comparisons to be drawn here i just don't think enough discussions account for this third group being most of #the population. #like do a thematic analysis for sure but personally i would stop short of saying 'joh created a new gender binary and forced everyone into #it' bc. what about all those other offscreen characters who are neither necro nor cav #the locked tomb #nonasbirthday

[kaladinkholins]

shoutout to taigen for being the most expressive character in the entire show.

you will never not know whatever the hell he is feeling or thinking at the moment because he will literally tell you (either very earnestly like when he traumadumps to mizu or very sarcastically which is the other 99% of the time he talks to mizu) or you will see it plain as day on his face.

this is the textbook definition of a man wearing his heart on his sleeve. look in the dictionary for what a "simple man" means and you will find taigen's face there.

like once you cut through the massive ego and pompousness he uses to mask his own insecurities and traumas, he is literally just some guy. he's not evil or stupid. not super kind or super smart either. an asshole but not the worst there is. he's incredibly skilled but he's not the strongest ever or even the most skilled. he is literally! just a guy!

y'all can hate him all you want but let's be real, taigen is actually the most relatable character out of everyone. like this man is POOR, he is PATHETIC, he is COMPLAINING ALL THE TIME, and most of all he is OBSESSED WITH MIZU. if that shit ain't relatable idk what is.

#taigen blue eye samurai #taigen bes #blue eye samurai #taigen is literally just some guy and i think that's hilarious #he's a pathetic wet rat but he's MY pathetic wet rat #also he's hot and sexy <3 #also if any of us lived in that era and society. chances are we would be more like taigen than anyone else lmao ykwim #what? you think youre as badass as mizu to get adopted by a master swordsmith and craft your own space sword and go on a revenge quest?? #what you think you'd be born into royalty like akemi and go on to marry the shogun's son and deal with political manuevering? #you think you're kind and brave and useful enough to meet mizu and train under her as an apprentice? #if you do then more power to you. but i know i would be piss poor and bisexual. born and raised in the boonies. and very bitchy about it. #shut up haydar #fandom.rtf

[novelconcepts]

There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #long post #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #the question not being how do you survive the wilderness. the question being how do you come BACK. #the way each of them tries so hard to keep moving forward #unable to untangle the girl in the woods from the adult suffering in polite society #how the world doesn’t want to hear about the pain or the night terrors or the sleepwalking or the addiction #the world wants the bright colors and the flash-bang headlines #the world doesn’t want who they are. who they had to be. it wants pretty perfect tragedy #that specialized environment lives on in each one of them every day #but it’s not a place anyone else can ever go #how do you feed that for so long and then just…stop? #constantly thinking about nat saying we didn’t make it out. none of us. #because no. no they didn’t. the girls died the minute that rescue chance did. what came back was risen from those ashes

[uncanny-tranny]

Shoutout to all the other adults who have acne or any other condition of the skin that you are expected to outgrow or "just deal with."

Adulthood isn't this magical time where everything just disappears, and the reality is that these skin conditions are largely genetic. It isn't your fault (nor your skin's fault) that you are an adult with different skin than other people. In fact, it's neutral (and even, dare I say, good!).

#positivity #body positivity #acne positivity #i have skin redness and acne still and it actually is a neutral thing at worst :3 #in fact it makes me feel better because it gives me the (false) notion that i am genetically more like him than anybody else :) #he has the same unique features i do :) #and it's helped me appreciate body moles and non-ski slope noses and boney features #as much as people like to pretend that body image is shallow (it can be) it's still not a moral failure to be insecure #we live in a society after all and it's inevitable that society's messaging can become like a malevolent growth in your brain #it's okay if you have a hard time with the reality that your features are neutral at WORST. it's hard to swallow that pill sometimes #but no matter what just know that you are lovable and you are loved. as you are too #do what you want forever dear reader #oh hey the 'him' that the tags didn't include is my dad! not some Mystery Guy lmaooo

[asterocky]

ppl saying “oh try guys threw him out, there must be more than just cheating” are so fucking annoying. we all know that there is. but even if there wasn’t, why is a man cheating on his wife not good enough reason to throw him out of the club. people are so senseless and braindead and this is why society is crumbling.

#try guys #ned fulmer #it's a man's world we still live in i see #what i am saying is that a man cheating should be enough reason to throw him out #then add in all the other factors like the power dynamic #i just hate that people as a society do not see a man cheating as enough reason for being fired there HAS to be more to it

[volitioncheck]

does near every single post-canon DE fic out there need to be tagged ‘Sober Harry Du Bois’? i’m getting so tired of it.

do i expect every single piece of fan content to have to fully delve into the often-depressing always-complex topic of addiction? not really. sometimes you just want to write/read a silly fluffy romance one-shot, whatever. i get it. but i think my issue is specifically with the fact that for nearly every sillyfluffy au out there, there almost must be a ‘sober harry du bois’ tag. and it does feel very slapped-on more often than not.

i think to me it is an unconscious statement that nothing *good* can ever happen to harry du bois until he is completely and permanently sober. before solving the next big case, he has to be sober. before quitting the force, he has to be sober. before falling in love with kim, he has to be sober. before accomplishing anything, starting any sort of recovery, making any life improvement, he must first be sober.

sobriety as a goal, as a journey, and honestly as a concept in of itself is not as cut and dry as so many people think it is. and i think it would serve a lot of people well if they did some introspection on the implications of how nearly every single post-canon fic that isn’t dealing directly with harry’s addiction have him as completely sober instead.

if the plot of the fic isn’t going to touch directly on harry’s substance use (and again, i’m not demanding that every single fic should), why does that mean that sober!harry must be the default?

i think i am just tired of reading a casefic, a smutty one-shot, a fantasy au, whatever, where it almost seems that before getting on with the plot, the author feels obligated to first assure us that the harry we’re reading about is a Sober Harry. it’s established with a couple lines in the exposition, probably about his improved appearance, a tag up top, and then never brought up again; a checkmarked box. like the societal image of An Addict has completely prevented people from being able to imagine a person just, continuing to live life, while still struggling with addiction.

life happens, with all of its backslides and achievements, mundanity and changes, to people with drug addictions just as much as people who don’t. is a post-canon harry who isn’t sober not worth writing about?

i think so. i think the game we all played thinks so too. in fact i think that sentiment is woven into the game’s very core. i just wish i saw that reflected in our fan content more.

#i really hope my point is understandable in that it isn’t that i think that stories where harry *does* become sober aren’t also valuable. #or that i want every post-canon harry to *not* be sober. #but rather questioning why there seems to be a subconcious necessity for harry to be sober to have kind things happen to him. #disco elysium #harry du bois #also obligatory because i am putting this in the main tag: #this isn’t a callout or vague on any one person/creator/group of people in particular #it’s more of a prompt to discussion on a very broad trend #one informed by insidious biases that live in all of us because we live in a society etc #that none of us are immune to but all of us have a responsibility to acknowledge #if there is goal to this post it’s to provoke introspection. not individual attacks #anyways i love quietly consuming fan content until something annoys me enough to make my own post about it #i do wish i Participated in fan communities more tbh especially this one i’m just shy lol #most of the time. #me talking

[occasionaltouhou]

had a conversation on discord about the idea of reimu dying and splitting into kami reimu (in gensokyo) and oni reimu (in hell) and then fighting over who gets to keep the name. there are clear implications to this,

#touhou #reimu hakurei #marisa kirisame #occasional art #this was later known as The Reimu Incident and was resolved when they mutually agreed it was fine if they were both reimu #i am aware of the irony of this future marisa being based on curse of red marisa. consider it me doing something nice for her #i truly love the phrase “lesbianisms”. i wish we lived in a society where i could say it out loud

[thottybrucewayne]

The way nonblack leftists speak about Black leftists is interesting, to say the least. Yall know nothing about Black liberation or self-determination politics or pretty much ANY Black leftist thought but you feel secure enough to call us overly identitarian and dismiss our concerns about how pervasive antiblackness is within yall spaces (online AND offline) as idpol nonsense. You don't even hold community with Black people. The single drip of knowledge yall possess of Black leftist theory has been run through a filter of at least 15 white and nb breadtube discord voice call conversations and at least one vaush stream before it got to your ears and yet, STILL, you have the gall to tell Black people that WE are the ones who don't read. Okay

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #I do not believe in class analysis without factoring in race because the society we live in is a white supremacist one. #if you need a permanent underclass in order to uphold and maintain capitalism who in a white supremacist society would be the most likely #to be cast as the underclass? #If I told you that all of the tent poles of bigotry work in-service to uphold capitalism too? Antiblackness literally serves to uphold #capitalism and has been used to do so for years #Whiteness as a power structure is literally used to uphold capitalism like yall would know this if you actually read any theory from #Black leftists instead of bitching and moaning because a Black person called you racist on the internet.

[rotzaprachim]

the number of people I know shockingly alright with war crimes on a specific group of people for political reasons. How is this ever fucking justified? How did we get to this place in our history ever where people could feel alright handwringing or otherwise brushing aside war crimes and the deaths of children or else saying it was just the Biased News Making it up? How did we get HERE?

#How do we live in this Society #Like idk I’m on tumblr because it feels fundamentally less insane than Real Life

[feluka]

when i make a post about coptic culture and someone tags it as "worldbuilding"... a chill runs up my spine

#could be entirely harmless but again could be entirely harmful idk! #propaply (<- new favourite misspelling) just overthinking it but it's like... #as the saying here goes اللي اتلسع في الشوربة ينفخ في الزبادي #which means something like... if you burn your tongue on soup you will blow on yoghurt?? sounds stupid in english lol #oh but fellas i have been burnt on soup!!!! scalded!!!! charred even!!! #one time someone reached out to me and asked me about how it's like living as a [REDACTED] in a country where it's illegal #and i was young and eager to share and we spoke for a long long time and in the end they were like thanks! #and later sent me a link to their fic about their white twink blorbos facing oppression and homophobia in a barbaric backwards society.... #and this isn't even the worst instance of someone doing this with an experience i shared with them 😭 #someone once wrote a fictionalised version of MYSELF for an awful fic ehdhejbdbdhdh that's a whole insane story for later

[bloodsleeves]

KAM

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#kam #radfem #radical feminism #radical feminists please interact #radical feminists do interact #radfems do interact #radfems please interact #radfems please touch #none of them are worth saving #we cant keep living in a society with them