#I believe this uncritically

[collapsedsquid]

Hours after it was reported that a researcher working in Britain’s parliament had been arrested on suspicion of spying for China, The Sunday Times revealed his identity, reporting that the suspect is allegedly the director of a China-focused think tank co-founded by several high-profile conservative lawmakers—including the nation’s security minister. [...] Prior to his alleged arrest, Cash led the China Research Group, a body “widely seen as advocating a more ‘hawkish’ British policy towards China,” according to a 2021 academic paper. Co-founded by Tory ministers Tom Tugendhat and Neil O’Brien in April 2020, the group’s committee at one point included up to seven other MPs.

Hyping up the China threat? That means you're a Chinese spy comrade, to gitmo with you

[orange-coloredsky]

a development team that looks like this could not possibly have any preconceived biases against Black people. noooo way. its just a mistake that all of the Black people in fo4 are slaves or named after fascist colonizers or murdered or stereotypical conspiracy freaks. there is no way that the reality of this team is reflected in the art they create over and over and over and over and over and over and

[ID 1: A photo of the Fallout 4 development team taken from above and forward, showing a large crowd smiling at the camera, made up apparently entirely by white people, and almost entirely by white men. End ID.]

[0utrenoir]

i know 99.5% of people will just glance at a pretty picture and reblog it without thinking twice about it. but can't you see there is not mastery there? no brush strokes, no human hand holding the pen. aren't you entranced enough to zoom in and look at the details? That's right, there are none, because when you look closely everything turns to undefined goop. aren't you furious? you are being lied to. no emotion brought this image together. it is woven with nothing but copyright infringement and pixel soup.

[she-her-cuntboy]

The thing is, right, I'm not confused... but if someone "convinced" me I was confused, well, I kinda have to fuck them, don't I?

*twirling hair*

[dreamytfw]

when did misha collins downplay the genocide of indigenous people? (not doubting you)(I don't normally pay attention to what these people say)(but I want to read his words for myself)

He deleted this tweet cus it was rightfully getting blowback, but someone grabbed a cap

To be clear, what colonizers did to Native Americans wasn't "attempted" genocide. It was and is genocide. It was only roughly a year and a half ago the US and Canada found mass graves of Native children from assimilationist residential schools. Native women are 3 to 3½ times more likely than other women to be the victims of violent crimes, the violent crimes are more likely to be more severe, and their missing person cases are more likely to be ignored by investigators in both the US and Canada. Downplaying what white people have done to Native Americans as "attempted" genocide is not only deeply uneducated, but fucking disgusting. And to follow that up with declaring he doesn't support land back because he thinks that means kicking out white people is just racist, full stop. Like, it's a literal strawman argument racists made up to justify not supporting land back movements.

So, yeah, dude denied not one, but two genocides in the same day and we shouldn't ever let people forget that.

[stonefemblues]

man i WISH i was getting paid to do that. you’re telling me i’m doing this for free when other ppl are getting money for it??

[dionysus-complex]

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[weed-cat]

one thing about me is that i will Consider the Implications and you can't stop me

[anotherpapercut]

god that fucking ridiculous ass post from the person who "works in family law" or some shit where they're like "people who don't want to get married are soooooo stupid. the ONLY reason anyone would EVER choose not to get married is because its too permanent for their tiny brains to handle. don't you know buying a house and having kids are permanent? you childish idiots obviously know NOTHING about the law" is so fucking chock full of straightforward right wing evangelical rhetoric that it's genuinely shocking to me to see it on Tumblr as opposed to the New York times op ed section right next to an article about how trans people are stealing precious little girls

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

terfs are fucking nuts like they really think they understand biology better than trans people, who have to learn college/graduate level biology as a matter of course cus they will have to justify themselves to most people they meet who aren't also trans. (no terf I've ever met has had more than a high school level understanding of biology xx xy penisman vaginawoman. look around you. biology is NEVER that simple)

terfs get all their panties in so many twists over trans people "enforcing gender stereotypes" when I've known trans men to be feminine and trans women to be masculine and nonbinary people who are specifically and exclusively concerned with breaking gender stereotypes 5 different ways with each item of clothing they wear. we know women can be masc we know men can be femme. We Know. it's you lot who keep attacking gender nonconforming cis people in bathrooms cus you don't seem to understand identity isn't tied to gender expression

literally all slur discourse I've seen on here was instigated or fanned by terfs. terfs are concerned with respectability politics only, which means they're not actually activists in any way, they're reactionary bullshitters who don't give a single fuck about the material world, or consequences and realities in the material world. they want to preserve the status quo - it allows them to paint "women", "lesbians" and "children" as vulnerable, default-victim-status categories with no agency or power, who can't ever hold (any kind of) power under patriarchy and can't ever have agency (ever). it means they always will be forever convinced of their perfect victimhood.

they claim to want to abolish gender entirely, but they don't really want that - they know that won't happen in any of our lifetimes, so it's a convenient strawman to bring up anytime we tell them that their """"activism"""" literally only reinforces already existing axes of oppression. hun you're literally making gender live longer with your attitudes. no stop you're being soooooo counterproductive to the cause you claim to fight for etc

terfs i really hope you get better soon. especially if ur one of those teenage terfs around these parts. u have been brainwashed with anti-men propaganda. u have been brainwashed with anti-slur propaganda. no terrible thing you've been told is terrible exists in a vacuum and there will always be people reclaiming slurs and loving men and trying to be better. you really don't have to be so scared of them, we have more in common than we don't, etc

peace and love for everyone (this includes cis men and queers and fags and trannies and dykes by the way. and also every single other group you want to exclude for arbitrary reasons. it even includes terfs but i kinda doubt u will find peace and love unless u stop being a terf so once again. i really do hope you get better soon)

[97-liners]

you are truly such a cruel person. i've seen you time and time again say the most rancid things and just being plain out nasty. yes, you did make a good point that that fic was fatphobic and there is a huge issue with that in the fanfic community (and in general), but calling someone a bigot for writing one fic a year ago is absolutely absurd. i would get if it was a repeat behavior and we also don't know how this person speaks in private, but my god your reaction was so hostile. i know what i'm saying to you isn't going to change your mind because you are so stubborn and small minded, but worth a shot i guess.

sure, i might be a bitch but i have a moral backbone

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

most of the examples i see of this are in a vacuum harmless but i do find it concerning how often i witness an exchange on the internet that’s like:

some complete fucking rando on social media, potentially a self-branded expert of some kind but probably not even that, like literally just a person with internet access: did you know that actually [information that may or may not be factually accurate, because it’s literally just some person saying stuff on twitter]?

other people: wow this is so helpful, thanks so much for telling me, i had no idea

like even when the thing the person is saying is true i find this concerning. because like, Some Person On Twitter should not be an automatically accepted source on…… anything. like it’s fine to read something like that and be like “oh interesting i’d never heard of this” and then do some more digging. or i mean if it’s not serious it’s also fine to be like “oh huh cool if true” lol. but it stresses me out how many people are wandering around with their default reaction to certain kinds of alleged information, regardless of its provenance, being “thank you for enlightening me, o kind stranger,” and not, “hm, i wonder if there is literally any basis for believing this other than that someone said it was true?”

[snekdood]

idk who needs to hear this (vaush) but being a skilled debater and being Good With Words does not make you correct.

[angelofdykeness]

I don't know what a Happy Sugar Life is can you explain it as poorly as possible

a yuri romance anime

[alulaspeaks]

Abandoned WIP: Into the Fade

Big Idea: Gencest, maybe background wincest. It was going to be an atmospheric piece with a nebulous enemy. Something’s got a grip on Sam, slipping into the quiet spaces where he’s sort of functioning on autopilot and trying to take him somewhere. They were never going to figure out what or why or where, and only going to be mostly sure they broke its hold at the end.

Why it was abandoned: I got about 2k in and I didn’t feel like I was pulling it off. It was kind of boring, plus the show did it better in season 7 with Hallucifer. Also, the opening scene which will be the snippet below, relied on a character that would not exist in real life. What gas station/convenience store attendant would actually do what I had written for some rando (and how many gas stations have pie???)? In the end, it felt like it didn’t really have anything to say, and I had another idea I liked better that was going to have this unknown force/ambiguous resolution. So I thought I should save my energy for that.

Snippet:

Sam steps into the gas station, rubbing absently at the crick in his neck. The bell chimes as the door swings closed and the clerk behind the counter looks up from her magazine. She’s in her fifties, and her eyes crinkle when she smiles at Sam. Sam smiles back and wanders through the isles, grabbing a few snacks as he goes. Dean will want something when Sam gets back to the bunker, acts martyred if Sam doesn’t bring him something good.

Sam grins when he spots the little triangular boxes next to the counter. Pie will win him all sorts of leeway for being late. There are whole pies and slices in apple and cherry. Sam grabs a slice of cherry because there is no way he’s bringing Dean a whole one. He’d eat it in one sitting. Sam smiles at the clerk as he loads up the counter. Her name tag says Mabel, and she’s got a warm smile.

“Find everything you need?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Sam says.

He rubs at the back of his neck, looks around as she starts ringing up his purchases. He better grab something for Dean so he doesn’t complain about Sam being late. He spots the display of pies and grins as he grabs a slice and adds it to his pile.

The clerk smiles when Sam sets it on the counter. “Best pies in the county. We get ‘em from the diner down the way.” She nods to the display next to the counter.

There are whole pies and slices and Sam grabs a slice of cherry and sets it on the counter. Dean will love that.

“You know,” the clerk says, her name tag says Mabel, “it’ll be cheaper to buy the whole pie.”

Sam frowns and reaches for his slice of pie to check the price, but there are three little triangular boxes on the counter. Sam only remembers grabbing the one. “No, I…” Sam trails off, hand hovering over the containers.

“You all right?” Mabel asks, looking from the pie back to Sam. She offers him a tentative smile, the corners of her mouth tight with concern. “You look awful tired.”

“It’s been a long couple of days,” Sam says and tries to smile back. “I’ll just take the one slice.” He lets Mabel put the extra slices back, keeps his own eyes averted from the display, tries not to acknowledge the feeling that something awful is waiting for him in the shadows at the back of his mind.

He pays with cash and heads outside, fishing for the keys in his pocket. When he gets out into the lot, he freezes, plastic bag crinkling as it thumps against his thigh. He’s expecting the Impala, but it’s nowhere to be seen, and that awful something creeps a little closer. Sam looks down at the keys in his hand and his stomach twists because these aren’t the Impala’s keys. He scans the lot again but he doesn’t recognize any of the cars, doesn’t even recognize the lot, or the countryside. A formless need to move skitters up his spine and Sam’s breath comes in quick, shallow bursts as his heart starts to race. This isn’t even Lebanon.

But it is painfully familiar: wrong keys, wrong car, and no idea how he got here. Sam swallows, tries to keep his head on straight and breathes through the sick twist of dread that leadens his stomach. He’s survived this before and he can do it again, he can. He needs to keep grounded, he needs to talk to Dean. He nearly fumbles his phone as he pulls it from his pocket and thumbs on the screen.

At first he thinks his phone is broken, the screen an incomprehensible jumble of color, but he runs his fingers over the glass and there are no cracks. He looks back over his shoulder at the TV screen over the convenience store counter where Mabel is watching him, and it seems fine. It’s only his phone. His fist clenches around his phone and he turns it off and on again. It doesn’t get better. He can’t even tell where the icons are, can’t even bring up the phone app to use his speed dial.

The bell over the door rings and Mabel steps up beside him, she glances at him then turns to look out over the lot. Sam keeps staring down at his phone waiting for it to make sense, but it doesn’t. Sweat breaks out along the back of Sam’s neck, a flush burning up in his cheeks, and he squeezes his eyes against the sting of shame. He’s as helpless as a child. Worse than a child because he ought to be better than this and now he can’t even use his own phone.

Mabel lays her hand in the crook of Sam’s elbow and waits. Sam looks at her then, and the patience in her eyes calms something in him.

“Where are we?” Sam asks.

“Hamburg.” Mabel’s expression doesn’t change, still that same quiet patience, even when she sees the blank look on Sam’s face. “Iowa.”

“Ok,” Sam says, nodding to himself even as he presses his mouth into a thin line. He holds his phone out to Mabel, “I need to call my brother.”

[larnax]

>help the cleric? >no >help the cleric? >no >help the cleric? >no >help the cleric? >fine >take the cleric with you? >no >take the cleric with you? >no >take the cleric with you? >no >take the cleric with you? >fine