the "aid" the US sent is 9 years expired food MREs that they can't cook because they don't have enough clean drinking water to make it edible. It's expired, by at least nine years. They stopped including the Tabasco sauces in MREs in 2015.
How are Gazans meant to make these? You need water to rehydrate the food. If they get food poisoning from eating nearly a decade old food, what do you think will happen to them? To the people who have been starving for months and are impoverished and malnourished? Who don't have the water and nutrients you need to heal yourself from sickness? And to top it all off, the food is Haram. They sent mostly pork and other haram meals. And halal MREs exist. They knew that most Gazans are Muslim and chose to not send the halal food. it's disgusting, it's horrid. The US and all of its leaders are evil and vile
i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.
I love being T4T. My gf has been on estrogen for a couple weeks now and she's been having a rough time with her mood so I'm teaching her about the ancient art of soaking in a bubble bath with a little drink to sip while watching shows on your laptop
do you ever go do autism crazy for something you can feel it in ur chest. like it’s hard to breathe almost it’s making you gasp for breath and jump around physically. got an adrenaline rush thinking abt Kirigiri.
ur post about queerbaiting and the dismissal of people in fandom to critical analysis is so incredibly true thank you. i feel like marcille's writing in the anime has been super misogynistic a lot of the time and every time i bring this up all anyone wants to say is "well maybe this isn't for you! and you shouldn't watch the show!" like. i don't think this is about taste lmao, i am analyzing the text in front of me and coming to conclusions about the craft of it.
[This is in reference to this post]
YES!!! THANK YOU!!!!!
It is so so frustrating!!!!
It's like being at a restaurant and being served a bunch of delicious appetizers, but then one of the bread appetizers is literally just a plate of crumbs; and then when you're like, "Hey, uhh, why are we being served literal crumbs?", a bunch of the other folks eating at the restaurant are like,
"WELL HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DON'T EAT HERE THEN??!? YOU MUST NOT BE THAT HUNGRY, SO JUST FIND ANOTHER RESTAURANT AND DON'T EAT WITH US!!"
And maybe they say it politely, but "Aw, sorry, maybe this restaurant just isn't for you 💖" is just trading out an aggressive dismissive tone for a patronizing dismissive tone. It's the same message.
And it's like! I was honestly happy to move on from the crumbs once my complaint was acknowledged because the meal overall is still delicious, but then all these folks got SUPER WEIRD AND DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT, so now I find myself double-checking all the other dishes -- and, actually, you know what those eggs DO look a Iittle misogynistic undercooked!!!!
not me lying wide awake at 5:30am on a sunday on my day off bc after almost a full year I finally FINALLY realized the implication of the end of remember them from the cyclops saga
the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅
(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)
it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>
(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)
Having known the general plot of Penguindrum long before I watched it I would see pics of Ikuhara's heroines together and I was always quietly a hater about it bc how could "generic sick girl who barely does anything in the plot" have the same impact as genuine protagonists
And now just cut to me just rotating Himari in my head 90% of the time, LMAO amazing how wrong I was. Turns out plot summaries are no substitute for actually watching the thing! What a twist!
I do wonder how would read to ppl with chronic illness but her depiction feels so much richer than most sad sick girls in that she is painfully aware of her role as tragic symbol of innocence that must be struck down by the narrative, like if ppl only wanted a full character study on someone in her situation they'd be disappointed, but we're given just enough to know that this on some level a performance
she isn't not a sweet kind girl who loves her family but she's never really had the chance to be anything else, and she doesn't just sit there simmering in resentment or anything, she regards the whole Double H situation with remarkable maturity, but it just all comes back to the chasing love monologue, so much of her character comes down to having to make do with a shitty hand you've been dealt, and so even if she doesn't drive the 'action' it still feels like her story too, bc having that level of agency and freedom was never an option, every choice and option she makes has to be fought with by tooth and nail, making it all the more meaningful
Vincent has endured a great deal since being shot.
Firstly the near-fatal blow alone was agonising. They were drowning in their own blood, unable to speak or even comprehend what was going on. There was nothing they could say or do to stop Hojo.
Then, there were the experiments—hours, days, of tortuous procedures that never really went anywhere. Their body was cut open, pieces were removed and rearranged ad nauseam to see how their body struggled for what little life it had left in it. They could feel their organs in the wrong places, ribs were missing and they were almost certain that they would die on that cold operating table underneath Hojo’s scalpel.
In a way, a cruel way really, they did. They fought back death for so long yet eventually, she came for them; sweeping them away into her waiting arms. Seemingly overnight, they rapidly deteriorated until nothing remained of them come morning. Unfortunately, Hojo wasn’t done inflicting cruelties upon this young person who had once had their whole life ahead of them which was snatched away cruelly by his inhumane experiments.
He forced them into a state beyond death. A state of living death that saw them conscious but unable to move or speak. They were only able to stare lifelessly at the ceiling as the scientist continued his evil machinations on their numb husk of a body. He melded their body with fathomlessly dangerous creatures that warred beneath their flesh and tore at their insides like the rabid beasts they were.
Still, Vincent could not move or speak. They endured this unending agony, this torturous process, all for the sake of hoping against hope that they may be able to reach Sephiroth in time to keep him safe. They lost track of how long they were there but all they remember is that the last time they saw the sun was endless hours ago and would be many decades until they saw it again.
After so long, finally, they were no longer of use to Hojo and abandoned to rot in their slice of Hell that the scientist had spent forever cultivating beneath their deathly pale flesh. Yet- even after all of this- they were not free of the experiments and the cruel actions. No, what came next was somehow worse than anything they had yet endured.
Lucrecia, the woman they had lost their very life to protect, decided that their suffering was not yet done. Whilst her actions may not have had cruel intent, she had doomed them to eternal agony due to her not wishing to see them lying so lifeless and numb. She gifted onto them an entity crueller than anything else in their body.
This creature, this despicable creature, was named Chaos.
Lucrecia wouldn’t understand for a great many years that she had- in fact- doomed them to a fate worse than the one they had. At least when they could feel nothing, they could dream of nothing and let the monsters war beneath their skin without consequence. Yet, now that she’d given them something that wrested even more control from them, they had no more defence against the agony that their broken soul was in.
Chaos revelled in the pain of its new host. It sought freedom and was ready to destroy Vincent, Lucrecia and everything in its path to achieve its goal. Of course, given that Chaos escaping was not a part of her calculations, Lucrecia had to put a stop to this. She implanted a materia in their chest which allowed Vincent to regain their own functions.
They were in unbearable pain. Every nerve was on fire and their flesh felt as if it were being flayed from their very bones. Vincent could not move for the excruciating tremors that wracked their body prevented more than simple breathing. For weeks, their screams of agony flooded the manor and sent icy chills down the spines of any who heard it.
Until, of course, Hojo could no longer stand the sound and grew tired of Lucrecia’s reluctance to kill them.
Vincent’s pain came to a swift, bloody end when Hojo planted a bullet in their temple and several more into their torso to ensure they were silent. Lucrecia returned to the lab only to find Vincent laying still, silent and covered in blood in the same place they’d always been. Of course, she knew they weren’t dead but they were too quiet and she hated the silence more than the screaming.
In the end, she tended to their new wounds and dressed them in something of their fathers before laying them to rest beneath the manor in the crypt that the scientists had used for various experiments with Mako beforehand. She shut the key in a safe upstairs and left hints to the combination around the manor in the hope that someone would one day find the key and wake Vincent.
All Vincent can remember is waking up in a coffin, disoriented and confused, before the inky black abyss claimed their consciousness once again. All the while, they wholeheartedly believed it was their fault that they were in this position.
Thus began their attempts to atone for sins that were not their own to bear.
Bi women and queer nb people can still identify as butch even if they are dating a cis man.
You know why?
1) Because it's THEIR identity.
2) You do not know if they have a polyamorous relationship or monogamous, AND it isn't your business.
3) Most people, myself included, don't stop being attracted to other people just because they're in a relationship. In fact, it's healthy to acknowledge that you're attracted to someone. Whether that's celebrities, quietly pointing out another hot person on the street, etc. As long as you're communicating with your partner and not crossing their boundaries or betraying their trust, that's actually a great thing to do in a relationship!
4) Also, on the matter of if other people consider someone butch, just remember that you are not everyone. Just because you don't think this person is "butch enough" does not mean everyone else will share your opinion. In fact, even if you and a few other people don't view this person as butch, that does not mean they cannot use the word butch.
In my circumstance, I am active in queer groups of my own age groups where in multiple instances I have been called "butch" by several people. The person who told me I shouldn't call myself butch is not present in those groups. And they don't have to be.
Most people in the community that I've interacted with about this agree that as long as you yourself identify as a butch, at least some other people identify you as a butch, and the groups of people you are attracted to include non-men, then congrats, you're butch!