4, 3, 2, 1, times, 用双手打破失序的主宰. 摘下恐惧的领悟, 穿越森林的迷雾. Feeling me up alive
Like a phantom that be pulling my strings Hey-yo hey-yo 操纵的频率 失控的画面 昏暗的世界 真相潜藏异梦 戴上面具看透 不安怂恿失控 Oh standing in the dark Only you can see the truth so babe 伪装脸孔清晰的视线 光影的真理未止息 Fade out phantom~~
The deeply moralist tone that a lot of discussions about media representation take on here are primarily neoliberal before they are anything else. Like the shouting matches people get into about “purity culture” “pro/anti” etc nonsense (even if I think it’s true that some people have a deeply christian worldview about what art ought to say and represent about the world) are downstream of the basic neoliberal assumption that we can and must educate the public by being consumers in a market. “Bad representation” is often framed as a writer’s/developer’s/director’s/etc’s failure to properly educate their audience, or to educate them the wrong way with bad information about the world (which will compel their audience to act, behave, internalise or otherwise believe these bad representations about some social issue). Likewise, to “consume” or give money to a piece of media with Bad Representation is to legitimate and make stronger these bad representations in the world, an act which will cause more people to believe or internalise bad things about themselves or other people. And at the heart of both of those claims is, again, the assumption that mass public education should be undertaken by artists in a private market, who are responsible for creating moral fables and political allegories that they will instil in their audiences by selling it to them. These conversations often become pure nonsense if you don’t accept that the moral and political education of the world should be directed by like, studio executives or tv actors or authors on twitter. There is no horizon of possibility being imagined beyond purchasing, as an individual consumer in a market, your way into good beliefs about the world, instilled in you by Media Product
as much as i hate horde prime i gotta admire how he showed up and humbled the fuck out of everyone. like SO many characters had an Oh Fuck moment where they realised there was so much more to everything than whatever feelings they had about the war on etheria. like he's the fucked up reason why catra and adora managed to rekindle their bond. and why glimmer was able to see she was wrong and apologise to the best friend squad. and the catalyst for glimmer and catra's friendship. and why hordak was able to realise he cared more about the genuine love he had from one person on etheria than anything else he'd ever achieved there. in conclusion I LOVE SEASON 5 YOU CAN PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.
For those who can’t see it, the above is a Twitter thread by Bernie Sanders that goes as follows:
Benjamin Netanyahu is a war criminal. He should not be invited to address a joint meeting of congress. I certainly will not attend.
Israel, of course, has the right to defend itself haunts the horrific Hamas terrorist attack of October 7th, but it did not, and does not, have the right to go to war against the entire Palestinian people.
Israel does not have the right to kill more than 34,000 civilians. It does not have the right to orphan 19,000 children. It does not have the right to annihilate Gaza’s healthcare system, knocking 26 hospitals out of service and killing more than 400 healthcare workers. It most certainly does not have the right to block humanitarian aid to the desperate people of Gaza, creating the conditions of starvation and famine. This is a clear violation of American and international law.
The ICC is seeking warrants for the arrest of Netanyahu and Yahya Sinwar, the leader of Hamas. The ICC is right. Both of these people are engaged in clear and outrageous violations of international law.
Vox x a reader with chronic pain strikes me as interesting. Like you know how people use tens units to help with pain? I raise you: Vox’s claws
Vox can be. . . a fucking dick sometimes and at first I could see him not entirely taking you seriously.
He grew up in on the early 1900s. . . There are men today who are insistent that people with periods just make it up.
I don’t think he’d understand the gravity of things until it became debilitating.
Then he’d take you seriously. Then he’d do the research. Then he’d realize you weren’t making shit up.
He’s a very stubborn man. It would take him a while to apologize if he did it at all and didn’t just try to make up with it through gifts and acts of service.
It is was a late night when he got home and saw you in the bed curled up in pain.
He’d sigh and push down his own struggles from the day enough to walk over to you and sit beside you on the bed.
“Where does it hurt? I want to try something.”
He would place his hands were it hurt and you’d feel a pulse come from his fingertips.
It would go in a steady stream and then it would ebb and flow. He’d settle on whichever felt better to you.
He would encourage you to grab hold of his wrist and control where he was focusing.
During these sessions the two of you would talk about everything and nothing, complaining and encouraging.
There would be small breaks every so often. He’d get you water and something to eat. He’d bring it to you on a little try, serve it to you in bed or a chair, whichever you like preferred.
You would not have to get up to get a thing.
So, yeah, at first he’d be a real asshole at first but in the end he’d wait on you hand and foot.