My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.
I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.
One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.
The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
katsuki wrapped his hand in a vice-like grip around the lower half of the losernerd's face to shut him up. he looked good like this, good as in right, with his fingers digging divots into his cheek, tears pricking at his eyes, with his hand heated up just enough to be uncomfortable. katsuki had always been the cruel muzzle to deku's yappy little dog, the choking collar to his too-short leash, the steel-toed boot to a vulnerable side.
i just want you to hold me in your arms
just once
people seem to have trouble understanding why i’m an anti-capitalist, so i’m going to try and put it into simple, real-life terms.
i work at a restaurant. i make $12 an hour, plus tips. minimum wage where i live is relatively high for my country - the national minimum wage is $7.25/hr, and has not been raised since 2009. before taxes, working full time, my yearly income is about $22,000 a year. ($25,000 if you count tips)
at my job, we sell various dishes, with an average price of about $10-$15. we get printouts every week detailing how much money we made that week; in one week, our restaurant makes about $30,000. (one of our other locations actually makes this much on a daily basis!)
i’m not going to go into details, but after the costs of production (payroll for employees, rent for the building, maintenance, and wholesale food purchasing) are accounted for, the restaurant makes an estimated profit of $20,000 per week.
this profit goes directly to the owner, who does not work at this location. the owner of my restaurant has actually been on vacation for a few months, but still profits from the restaurant, because they own it. i have met the owner exactly twice in my year of working here.
to put this into perspective, the owner of this restaurant earns in 2 days what they pay me in one year. and that’s just from this single location - the owner has several other restaurants, all of which make more money than the one i work at. this ends up resulting in the owner having an estimated net worth of tens of millions of dollars, even after accounting for the payroll for every single worker in their employ.
now, i have to ask you: does the owner of my restaurant deserve this income? did they earn it? did their labor result in this value being created?
the naive answer would be “yes”; the owner purchased the location and arranged for the raw ingredients to be delivered, did they not?
the actual answer is “no”. the owner may have used their initial capital to start the location, but the profit is a result of my labor, and the labor of my co-workers.
the owner purchases rice at a very low bulk price of about 25 cents a pound. i cook the rice, and within a few minutes, that pound of rice is suddenly worth about $30. the owner did not create this value, i did. the owner simply provided the initial capital investment required to start the process.
what needs to be understood here is that capitalists do not create value. they use the labor of their employees to create value, and then take the excess profit and keep it.
what needs to be understood is that capitalists accrue income by already HAVING money. the owner of my restaurant was only able to get this far because they started off, from the very beginning, with enough money to purchase a building, purchase food in bulk, and hire hundreds of employees.
that is to say: the rich get richer, and they do so by exploiting the labor of the poor.
the owner of my restaurant could afford to triple the income of every single person in their employee if they felt like it, but this would mean that they were generating less profit for themselves, so they do not.
the owner of my restaurant pays me the current minimum wage of my area, because to them, i am not a person. i am an investment. i am an asset. i am a means to create more money.
when you are paid minimum wage, the message your boss is sending you is this: “legally, if i could pay you less, i would.”
every capitalist on the planet exploits their workers for their own gain. every capitalist, even the small business owners, forces people to stay in poverty so that the capitalist can profit.
here's a list of things that are ACTUALLY a result of capitalism but people feel like they're not:
•racism
•global warming
•homelesness
•poverty
•war
•class war
•education inequality
•pollution
•sexism
•imperialism
•colonialism
•slavery
•ableism
•immigration
•health insurance
•nature as a commodity
•concept of failure and success
•actual food lines
•destruction of the world
i can trace EVERY problem in the world back to capitalism. and now capitalism is very clearly failing in the middle of a pandemic & folks arent communist, socialist, or anarchist yet??? how y'all living?
some art posters I'd put up in my dream home
three chapters and 42 comments is kinda crazy
me and the homies are just chatty 💔 playing with our touys fr
i also do the thing where i'm a famous youtuber/streamer making a rant video or casually talking about all my traumas while playing a random game
Hey, don't cry, 236 species of woodpecker, ok?
asenora, is it "shit" or "shite" that'd be the go-to for british teenagers in the 90s ;-; ?
this is basically my greatest fic-writing struggle rn, i speak american eng and have alr given in to the irresistible pull of "holy shit" (the phrase "holy shite" made my eyes water) and "bullshit" + am currently holding myself back by a Thread from "dogshit" (it's a ron pov and i just KNOW he'd overuse this if it was a part of his vocab)
my advice to american authors is to exclusively use "shit".
"shite" is used in ways which don't quite work by non-british/non-irish writers almost every time i see it, to be honest.
and the reason is that it's actually surprisingly complicated for such a little word. it's not an entirely straightforward synonym for "shit" - the usage heavily depends on context and the context heavily depends on things like regional dialect and factors [such as social class] which are often intertwined with it.
for example, in some parts of mainland britain "shite" is considered milder/more jovial than "shit"... so describing a film as "complete shite" is saying that it was so bad it was good and you enjoyed it, and saying "oh shite, i'm late" means you'll have to rush but you'll be fine.
in others, however, it would come across as stronger than "shit" - and so you'd be saying that you hated the film and had a terrible time, and that you're going to miss your plane.
"shit" - in contrast - means "shit". context clues can fill in how strongly it should be taken.
[my other profanity-related advice to american authors is to take however much swearing you think the characters would do and quadruple it...]
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