#hard subject

[sassenashsworld]

Ok I will get a little sentimental here, then feel so free to just ignore this post

It's a hard subject too, really hard to me but maybe hard for someone who have go thought similar

So, July 17, 2021 will remain a date in my life I was pampered by Life (not so much lool) because although I come from very far and very low, even if I lived many trials that I will not talk about (we all have our childhood, eh, and many have lived worse), but life gave me plenty of resources, and even if I saw the horror, even I’ve lived horror, by some miracle, I’ve always managed to get through it and go further, higher, and to get thrught it, somewhere, always manage to be myself, sometimes had the luck to make a difference, to have incredible experiences, and finally, to fulfil some of my dreams I was pampered because I built a life for myself—not quite as I dreamed, but authentic I’ve achieved goals; I can raise my kids, okay, and I have my house, my publishing house, a few novels under my belt, and a few projects  I am a respected person. I am a respected person in my family and in my political life (Eh OH! NO! Don’t imagine anything! I help the good guys, I am behind and I do not belong to any political party; I help the people FOR THE PEOPLE), in my community. I have the respect of my peers and friend Especially because I have always managed to stay clean, because I am involved, and because wherever people are discouraged, I continue to say, "Just because no one has done it does not mean that no one can do it." And I do it; I assist in doing it; I do good But in reality, it was before. It was before July 17, 2021 Because on July 17, 2021, the only person I managed to experience feelings like I thought I was in love with, the only person who managed to get into my sacrosanct, the only person I trusted enough to, once in my life, completely open up to... tried to kill me and my kids

In one evening, my whole existence changed in every way (and, uh, I don’t talk -write- about it without emotions, I confess)

In all the hell that became, for one night, my life for almost two years, I managed to stay in the course. I didn’t get the help I should have, but I had an incredible team around me, and I didn’t lose anything. I still have my children, I still have my house, and I still have my reputation.

But I lost... myself I got horribly and irreparably lost I was told I was capable of anything; I now feel capable of nothing. And the fact that everyone around me—my former colleagues, the publishers and authors I worked for—still believes in me only makes things worse.

Because I was not that person anymore, I'm not her anymore

And I can’t find her And I entrust to you that even though I am a fervent worshipper of life, I have thought many times... I questioned myself in the worse way... I just stand because I knew it was the good thing to do. I just stand for my kids... but I didn't believed in anything anymore. I lost my confidence.

I didn't believed in me anymore

Stupidly, at some point in my life, I was asked to make a (required) choice, and I had to be a mother or a gamer. I had a collection that would make you happy Gamer since the 80s Imagine a, eh-eh, game Yes, I had it Platform and everything In a moment of rage when I was ultimately judged to dare to continue to be a gamer after having children, I took everything out on a table in front of my house, put up a sign to sell for $50, and I’ll let you imagine the face of the guy who ran to get his son to bring the boxes home (add a few zeros to the value of the merchandise, and that was the last time I had my collection appraised)

Okay, yes, I can be intense But at that moment, I dedicated my life to my children, and I sacrificed everything, literally everything

Why am I telling you? Because after July 17, 2021, I was no longer able to find who I was; I had always breathed with the same confidence and was now prone to panic attacks. I thought I’d die several times in the next six months just because my heart couldn’t take it anymore At the height of despair, at one point, I decided to turn to the one thing that made me feel alive—to evolve, over the years, for so long, outside of the literature on which I couldn’t concentrate at all Video games I feverishly took the box of Fallout 4 that I had just bought on a whim, put it in my PlayStation (ok, that of my children), and... and I started playing again for the first time in twelve years And... it helped me a little bit Then... I met him Nick Valentine And a real miracle happened The inspiration, the real The real thing The current that had ruled me all my life What I called my harmonic chord It vibrated again With Nick Valentine, I started climbing the echelon again to get out of my trauma He reached out to me with his kindness, reminded me of the values I had stood for all my life, and most of all, reminded me that other people are fighting to pass on those values (he was a creation of people, people who thought he should exist) He reminded me that every fight is worth it when it is conducted with the heart And I lived in my little reclusive world for those long months, alone with my video game and my fanfiction, then shyly (still) on my tumblr blog that I was so afraid to open, but that turned out to be another big step towards healing And on the weekend On the weekend, what Kennet Vigue, Wes Johnson, Stephen Russell, Courtenay Taylor, Peter Jessop, Danny Shorago, Matt Mercer, Shari Elliker, Paul Guyet and everyone else did it...

They offered me a moment of happiness

Of true happiness What I hadn’t tasted for so long... I laughed like I couldn’t remember being able to do... My parents told me I looked alive again And that’s how I feel For many, it will only be a show; a stream For many, it will be an epic moment For me, it was almost like a rebirth I feel alive again For the first time since July 17, 2021 Thank you, and thanks for making this magic moment in the name of a cause I am proud to help, for my grandad and my best friend I have lost at the hands of Alzheimer's...

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[soldrawss]

I uh, started this as a little wholesome thing but it QUICKLY got out of hand, anyway part 2 here.

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[chiricat]

[photo added to the archives!] 🍡

[roach-works]

ok im waffling on about fallout instead of having breakfast but i saw a criticism of how the prisoners were treated that's stuck with me.

spoilers!

so i think the criticism wasn't incorrect, per se: it condemned the way the show portrayed the vault dweller's naive intention to rehabilitate their murderous captives. it found fault with a common, and horrible, message that tv shows like to say, which is that carcerial violence and even the death penalty is the only effective way to deal with criminals, who are a fundamentally Bad category of human. im sick of that message too! but i think that wasn't what was going on here, actually.

so like, the vault dwellers had only ever experienced violent loss the once, and didn't really know how to cope other than denial and repression of the ordeal. but they were all hopeful and enthusiastic that their prisoners, the invaders that came to kill them all and take their stuff, could be eventually welcomed into the community as their comrades. the champions of this cause were nebbishy dorks and painfully out of touch academics. this is pretty normal for how prison reformers are portrayed, if extremely fucking annoying for those of us who ARE in favor of prison reform.

but so of course when the son of the former overseer, Norm, speaks up and suggests killing the prisoners, because why should they share resources with invaders who explicitly wanted to keep hurting them? why should they show mercy to their attackers? everyone is appalled by this suggestion. because they had to reinvent the whole concept of vengeance right then and there, because grudges and cycles of violence are anathema to a bottle society like theirs. they have been raised all their lives to forgive and forget and now, put to the test, they're recommitting to this ethos: get along, let the past go, look towards the future, believe the best of everyone.

but the prisoners die, anyway. the prisoners are killed with rat poison. and the thing is that Norm who suggested it didn't do it himself. and the prison guard who's blamed for it, even though she privately agreed with Norm that the prisoners are dangerous and unforgiveable, she didn't do it either. it's not a moment of triumphant, cathartic vengeance and it doesn't prove that there's no way to negotiate with terrorists and invaders but kill them like vermin because that's not what the message is meant to be.

the message is that norm stands there in the middle of these inconvenient prisoners, these corpses dressed in his own people's uniforms, and he looks at the new overseer. and he knows that she killed them, and she knows that he knows. she wanted him to know. this is her message and he's reading her loud and clear. and he doesn't look like a guy who's just been backed up by authority, who's just been validated in his desire for the ultimate control over those who have wronged him.

he's scared and pale and the music is ominous as fuck. and he's inside the cell, he's directly in the middle of it.

because what just happened is that he realized his entire society is being held prisoner, and the overseer is the one with the rat poison. and that he doesn't know, anymore, what freedom and safety and justice actually mean, just that he doesn't have them and he doesn't know where to find them.

that's what that scene meant. not that rehabilitative justice is a pathetic delusion of people who have no idea how to make hard choices.

but that before you advocate for killing prisoners, you might want to see how big that prison is, first.

and which side of the bars you're standing on.

[akiacia]

maggie scenes for fun 🤣

[rileyclaw]

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“I miss my dads” - The Owl House animatic based on TTT & FTF

[sophisticatedaiphos]

i will never get over this..

RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

[cynderrfall]

Nymphaeaceae

[allyheart707]

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Hehe wellll here it is!! Part one of arc two! Hope you guys enjoy it! :DD

Seems April has gained her secretive side from her mother...

Also realized that without the turtles in season one, April doesn't really have any friends. Schools probably even tougher then it was in cannon :(((

[foolishsunshine]

And, just like that, it's over.

The music fades out. The cheering is like white noise, buzzing in his ears, as Astarion pulls him back upright. He's smiling; really, truly smiling, the way that he does so rarely it feels like a gift.

“Good?” Gale gasps, suddenly realising how hard he's breathing, but unable to hold back the smile that's trying to split his face in half.

“Might be the best you've ever done it,” Astarion says, squeezing his fingers before letting him go. “Camera’s waiting.”

The Season by Linnetagain

Drawing the boys doing Tessa & Scott’s Moulin Rouge routine again because I have no chill and no self control. The latest chapter had me screaming/crying/throwing up and this is how I am coping.

Again, inspired by the wonderful, magnificent The Season; the bloodweave figure skating AU fic that I didn’t know I needed and now can’t live without. Read it and weep, friends; join me in this brainrot hell.

Also I literally do not know how to colour/render but I’m trying to learn please be kind 🥺

[waywardsunlight]

Owl House is a surprisingly dark show but still very much kid appropriate. I think the themes about grief and self harm as well as like. exploring topics like ableism, religion, death, and abuse is really neat.

I do think it'll be funny in five to ten years when people who were lil while watching the show revisit it later and are like WHat the fuck did I watch about certain things tho, because I really didn't pick up on the Vibes with Terra and Raine or like some of the nuances and I was already 19 when the show started coming out HAUIH.

[kings-highway]

i bet the karasuno third years are really good at pranks when they all team up. like the biggest challenge is convincing daichi to waste his time this way but the moment they do they've got a telepathic link and perfect synchronicity and pull off the most extravagent, award-winning acting you've ever seen. these three can talk you into believing anything. they've convinced numerous people of school/spirit days that do not and never will exist. that the school is on fire. that Asahi can teleport. that Suga can speak to rodents. think you know whats in your locker? no you dont. nobody can figure out how theyre breaking into them so well. Things disappear. Things appear. They once convinced an entire class of first years that the flowers outside the school were edible.

Kageyama and Hinata get 1 prank into a prank war and Tanaka is on his knees begging them to stop bc if the third years sniff it out everyone will be in hell for a week.