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Yall don’t leave comments on stuff like how I leave comments on stuff….

WTF YALL MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!

I feel as though the rise of AI is yet just another indicator that we exist in society that views art as a product and commodity.

Most simply want to admire and consume art whilst holding no respect for the artists and the work we put in to create.

They just want to eat the fruits of a labor that is not their own.

reminder that the "taiwanese independence movement" (with 🇳🇫 emoji) is a nazist group that invent the myth of a "singular taiwanese ethnicity" much like hitler's idea of aryan people and advocate for an ethnostate

there's no "taiwanese ethnicity", even if you take only indigenous populations, they are not one and the same thing (theyre classified into various tribes for a reason) -- and the autonomy of indigenous people of taiwan is very solvable without the nazi mvmt

the KMT atrocities are very solvable without the nazi mvmt

pretty much all social issues the cult is "aiming to solve" by estabilishing a nazi ethnostate are solvable without it.

and let's not forget they are more xenophobic/racist and homophobic on average than like many other political groups in taiwan while also claiming to be progressive.

repeat after me: taiwan independence advocates are nazis (much like their red neighbors in beijing)

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.

humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.  

i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy. 

okay so i’m probably 7856454 years late to this realization but …i guess the reason straight people don’t really think our identities matter that much to us is because theirs don’t to them? like, i think about how not straight i am all the time but they don’t do that, do they? they don’t walk around thinking ‘i’m soooo straight’, right? so they don’t think it’s a big deal to other people maybe that’s it and maybe it’s not but i mean it’s something to think about for me

If you are so committed to being perfectly lawful that you cannot see the value of breaking a law to defend yourself or others, you’re not good, you’re obedient.

I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go

DEADASS!!!

Accommodating someone’s disability isn’t special treatment

Here’s something to chew on.

Hi! Just a genuine question, I was curious as to why you dislike the Rainbow Fish?

Because Rainbow Fish can be retold like this: 

A fish has a part of their body - their physical, incarnate body, what they were born with - that makes them very happy and that they are very proud of. They also have an unfortunate habit of thinking that they are better than other fish. That part isn’t good, and causes the other fish to be unhappy with them and avoid them. 

The fish is now very sad. The only person who likes the fish anymore tells him to go to the octopus, the animal framed as the adult in the story. 

The octopus tells the rainbow fish that they have been a snotty jerk and that the only way to make people like them again is to take off their scales and give them away. That in order to have any friends and make up for their behaviour, they have to rip off pieces of their own body and self and give them away to other people to make the other people happy and make up for their transgressions. 

And the rainbow fish is upset. And then another fish comes and asks them for a scale. And the rainbow fish takes off a piece of themself, their body, the thing they were born into, and gives it away. And now that fish likes him, and is materially benefitted by this piece of another fish’s actual body that has been given to it. 

And then the other fish come, and the rainbow fish rips off more parts of its body - all of the parts that used to make it happy and that it was proud of - and gives them to the other fish, because it’s not fair that the rainbow fish’s body was so much nicer. And when the rainbow fish has ripped all but one scale off, tearing out of themself all but one of the things that they possessed in their self that made them happy, then all the fish are friends with them! And everything is great! And everyone has a fair share. 

Of the rainbow fish’s, and I do quite mean to keep hammering this point, own body.

What the book says is: 

1. if you are born with something nice - like, for instance, an attractive body or a clever mind or a talent or whatever - and it makes you happy and proud, you are a horrible person and deserve to be shunned. Absolutely no line is ever drawn between Rainbow Fish’s self, their actual own body, and their behaviour. In reality, it’s their behaviour that’s the problem: they are mean and aloof to the other fish. This could be the case whether or not their body was all covered with magnificent scales. However, the book absolutely conflates the two: their behaviour is framed as a natural and unavoidable outcome of being happy about and proud of their special, beautiful body. So don’t you dare ever be happy or proud of anything you have or can do that everyone else doesn’t have exactly the same amount as, because if you do, you are horrible and by definition snotty, stuck up and mean. 

2. That in order to make up for the transgression of having something about your actual self that makes you happy and proud (which, remember, has automatically made you selfish and snobby, because that’s what happens), you must rip pieces of what makes you happy out of yourself and give them to other people for the asking, and you must never ever EVER have more of that part of - again, I hate to belabour except I don’t - your self than other people have, and that makes you a good person that people like and who deserves friends. 

To summarize, then: to be a good person you must never have something about yourself that makes you happy and proud and if you happen to be born with that something you must absolutely find a way to give it away to other people and remove it from yourself, right up to tearing off pieces of your body, in order to be a good person who deserves friends. 

This, I am absolutely sure, is not what the author intended: the author definitely meant it to be a story about sharing versus not sharing. But the author then used, as their allegory/metaphor, the fish’s own actual body. Their self. It was not about sharing shiny rocks that the rainbow fish had gathered up for himself. It wasn’t even about the fish teaching other fish how to do something, or where to find something. 

The metaphor/allegory used is the fish’s literal. body. And so the message is: other people have rights to you. Other people have the right to demand you, yourself, your body, pieces of you, in a way that makes absolutely sure that you have no more of anything about your body and self that is considered “good” than they do. 

And that might just suck a little bit except, hah, so: Gifted adult, here. Identified as a Gifted child. 

This is what Gifted children are told, constantly. All the fucking time. 

(Okay, I overstate. I am sure - at least I fucking HOPE - that particularly by this time there are Gifted children coming to adulthood who did not run into this pathology over and over and over and over again. I haven’t met any of them, though, and I have met a lot of Gifted adults who were identified as Gifted as children.) 

Instead of being told what’s actually a problem with our behaviour (that we’re being mean, or controlling, or putting other people down), or - heavens forfend - the other children being told that us being better at something doesn’t actually mean moral superiority and is totally okay and not something we should be attacked for, we are told: they’re jealous of you. That’s the problem. 

Instead of being taught any way to be happy about our accomplishments and talents that does not also stop the talents and accomplishments of other children - whatever those are! - from being celebrated, we are left with two choices: to be pleased with what we can do, or what we are, or to never, ever make anyone feel bad by being able to do things they can’t. And the first option also comes with two options: either you really ARE superior to them because you have skills, abilities and talents they don’t (or are prettier), or you are a HORRIBLE stuck up monster for feeling that way. 

(It is not uncommon for Gifted kids to chose either side, which means it’s not uncommon for them to choose “okay fine I really AM better than you”; this can often be summarized as “intent on sticking their noses in the air because everyone else is intent on rubbing them in the dirt”; on the other hand I have met a lot of Gifted women, particularly*, who cannot actually contemplate the idea of being Gifted because to do so is to immediately imply that they are somehow of more moral or human worth than someone else and this means they are HORRIBLE HORRIBLE SELFISH PEOPLE, and so will find literally any reason at all that their accomplishments are not accomplishments or that they don’t deserve anything for them.) 

Instead of being given any kind of autonomy or ownership of ourselves, we are loaded down by other people’s expectations: we are told that because we can accomplish more we must, and that daring not to do what other people want to the extent that they want with what we are capable of we are selfish, slackers, lazy, whatever. We are taught that we owe other people - our parents, our friends, even The World - excellence, the very best we can possibly do, and trust me when I say people are ALWAYS insisting We Could Do Better. And we should, or else we will be disappointing them, or letting them down, because (because we are Gifted) the only reason we could possibly be failing is not trying hard enough. 

We are, in fact, told over and over and over and over again, to rip off pieces of ourselves to give to other people to make them happy, because those pieces are valuable, but forbidden from enjoying the value of those pieces - pieces of our selves - for our own sake because that would be selfish and arrogant. And we owe this, because we were born a particular way. 

Because, metaphorically, we were born with rainbow scales, so now we have to rip off those rainbow scales in the name of Sharing, and otherwise we are selfish and horrible and deserve to be alone.** 

That is why I fucking hate The Rainbow Fish. 

Because whatever the author INTENDED, the metaphor they chose, the allegory they picked, means that THAT is the story they actually told. (And is the story that child after child after child after child I have encountered actually takes from it.) I don’t hate the author; I’m not even mad at them. But I do hate the book with a fiery passion, and it is among the books I will literally rip apart rather than allow in my house when I have kids, because I’m not going to give it to anyone ELSE’s kid either. 

*but, I would like to note, not UNIQUELY: this is something I encounter in Gifted men as well. 

**I can’t remember who it was, in relation to this, put forward the thought: if people actually talked about the access and use of children’s bodies the way we talk about access to and use of Gifted children’s minds and talents†, the abusiveness would be absolutely clear? But they’re right. 

†because sometimes it is Gifted children’s bodies in an abstract way, in that its their talent for gymnastics or their talent for ballet or sport or whatever, so I mean in a very raw way, the actual physical embodied flesh we are. 

17% of cardiac surgeons are women, 17% of tenured professors are women. It just goes on and on. And isn’t that strange that that’s also the percentage of women in crowd scenes in movies? What if we’re actually training people to see that ratio as normal so that when you’re an adult, you don’t notice? …We just heard a fascinating and disturbing study where they looked at the ratio of men and women in groups. And they found that if there’s 17% women, the men in the group think it’s 50-50. And if there’s 33% women, the men perceive that as there being more women in the room than men.

Source: NPR: Hollywood Needs More Women

(via febryafanblog)

Previously, I’d only seen the first two panels and assumed it was the complete comic.

This version is much better.

Omegaverse Social Commentary.

Hello there ! first blog. So, I've been reading fanfiction heavily lately. I enjoy reading the typical Omegaverse dynamics (a guilty pleasure of mine). However, sometimes I feel a bit frustrated with endings that doesn't allow omegas to be more than their dynamics and relationship to the alpha in power (mafia /ceo /kingpin /princeling /whatever). Especially, when there's little or no redemption arc for alpha/pack before the omega is fully integrated. I like stories with a bit of revenge. So, I've decided to experiment with writing fanfiction where there's more righteous wrath/revenge arc instead of the typical hurt/comfort. Nothing wrong with enjoying this tropes, i just need an outlet and something different.

Omegas Winning For Once (4310 words) by LevPurchinov Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Revenge, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Harassment, Working Class, Social Commentary, Not Beta Read, Don't Like Don't Read, Murder, Critic of alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Summary: So, kind sick of the typical omegaverse tropes where abused omega falls for their abuser after the worlds shortest "redemption arc". The is a one-shot series where omega's wellbeing and freedom is prioritized to pack-bonds/gender-roles. A lot of revenge and a little forgiveness here. Not fond of knotheads or traditionalist abo ideals. I try to be fair but might be a bit violent.

I needed to do a presentation about why studying memory politics is important, and this escalated quickly.

"@mollyx9120 1 day ago

I’m glad you brought it back around to the dehumanization of children, because that’s what underlies the entire cultural process of infantilization in the first place, and what gives infantilization its meanings in culture. The oppression of children one of the most overlooked issues in U.S. society. My dad always said you can learn a lot about a culture by how it treats it’s children. And we as kids are forced to learn a certain way, forced to perform to certain expectations, forced to suppress and ignore our natural inclinations and needs, and given no platform for autonomy in the world that controls us. So it’s no wonder many of us seek to comfort our inner child when we are grown. This is why children and teens are so effective as activists, because by the time we grow up the determination is starved out of us, and we are tired and burned out. We need youth liberation for effective progress."

The kids want to be writers and painters, but by 22, as they pass car dealerships, watch movies with perfect, slim women, and step over men picking up scrap metal just to buy a cup of coffee, things change.

All they want now is to survive, to sit in cars with models from the movies they watched last night .

They choose that kind of win and it's understandable.

But as it happens in us squalors it’s worse in the high society clique. Selfishness, rape, murder, witchcraft and every kind of unthinkable behavior. Relate this to Africans who die with a delusion that there is equal rights and freedom in the west, they die with a naked kind of lie.

so funny to me when people draw the hlvrai characters sexy when they literally look like this

On the American Gun

Bullets Chambered Rolling down barrels

Mowed down At desks covered in Transformer and Hello Kitty pencils Mowed down Behind the counter of a corner store Mowed down In the living room TV a flicker   Mowed down At a traffic stop bathed in blue lights

Everyone packing violence and old glory Red on White and blue

Our thoughts and prayers Raised up Respects paid in full

On the altar of the American gun

Broken dead Are everywhere Tangling on the On the wind Like flags at half mast Splashed in bright paint on grimy bricks Piled among wilted flowers and teddy bears Wet with rain

Unalienable rights Ravenous appetites Arms raised to the sky

Sacrifice Thoughts and prayers Sacrifice Thoughts and prayers Sacrifice

Bullets Chambered Rolling down barrels

-Skye

Analysis - on the concept of common sense

First and foremost, this post will both serve as posting one of my slightly older analysis (which needs rework), but also a bit of another status update. For those that just want the analysis, here it is : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WRyKtPOV-xUigwmmaMulT_JoAu-MrZ5uM1EoX7PFqYY/edit?usp=sharing As for the actual status update, I just discovered how the "main" blog and secondary blogs works, and sadly this one wasn't suppposed to be a primary, since I do lore on all things, and wanted to have the main reposting plenty and throwing all kind of things I had (mostly lore and analysis). So I'll be moving my homestuck analysis on another account before I begin to have to many people that follow this one.