#i'm just yelling in general

[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.

[cupofmilkyway]

I promised old man yaoi and I HAD to deliver

[mobius-m-mobius]

You wanna hear a good story? Listen to this one.

Mobius + comfort

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[yardsards]

how to explain to your parents that you can't move back in with them because every time you're near them a big part of you buries itself and you're not sure how long that part can stay buried before its hidey hole becomes its grave?

...without offending them, of course

[gallavenjiam]

I have a HC that Buck listens to 1930's love songs. The first time he hears Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny from the Andrews Sisters, he immediately changes the name to Tommy and sings it to his boyfriend all the time. I can imagine they're in the grocery store just stocking up and Buck just randomly blurts out

"Oh Tommy, oh Tommy how you can love

WHAT MAKES ME LOVE YOU SO"

And Tommy pretends to be annoyed but he can't control his face so he ends up smiling like a dumbass every single time.

[tinystepsforward]

ngl it makes me want to die a little bit that it's so often trans people who feel that sex is mutable but oppression is always-forever based on asab in ways that allow them to demand that information from other trans people. like it feels fucking bad. it feels bad when it's people holding up someone who posts a lot of selfies as transition goals to a degree they have to clarify what they have or haven't done or what "direction" they're going in, it feels worse when people are out there like "caster semenya is not tma" or whatever the fuck. i am, as always, not a trans woman, but here's a sentiment echoed by many of the trans women around me who log the fuck off, quoted directly from one: "people who draw a clear line where they say that semenya or khelif are tme and then call me tma are just calling me male at this point".

like i get it. i really do. we seek community and shared experiences, and we feel betrayed when people have less in common with us than we thought they did. [*more on this later.] but that's not those people's faults and my god in the case i'm seeing play out on twitter rn this poor person did absolutely nothing to intentionally mislead people, just posted pictures of their actual kid self. who looks a lot like i did, because shockingly enough "we can always tell" doesn't fucking work for trans people either!

on the one hand i move in intersex circles which are unapologetically welcoming in cis "dyadic" people with pcos, because it serves nobody to draw a clear line where mutilation or genetics or some ineffable childhood suffering are what make somebody intersex, especially when most of us (esp in places like nz) have never been karyotyped and are being treated for symptoms without a pinned-down cause anyway. the more of us there are the stronger we are, the more pressure we can exert on a medical profession which doesn't like to consider how common outliers are, how uneasy sex is at all. and then on the other hand there's dyadic trans people on the internet who've yelled me out of spaces because a couple of traumatised incarcerated trans women i worked with as a prison abolitionist assumed i was also a trans woman and i didn't immediately tell them my entire csa-involved history of being sexed in varying ways as an infant and child and/or exactly how big my phallus was at birth or where in my junk config my urethra lives so they could decide i was tme or whatever.

returning to the * for a related but not identical thought: i think presuming shared experiences leads to some fucked shit in general! "oh we all had a radfem phase" or "oh we all were channers" no we fucking weren't and it's particularly obnoxious when me & mine are trying to build trans community locally to organise and resist the growing wave of far-right backlash against our existence, and there's just white people in there on a spectrum from "straight up being antisemitic and trying to get the n-word pass" through "handwringing about how they need to make space for people who aren't politically correct" to "handwringing about how brown people are right to be mad at them but doing shit fuckall". and then the other fucking brown people in the space are on some identity politics shit where they're like "trans joy inherently excludes those of us who could get deported" or "big city white queers are killing us by being visible instead of going stealth bc it stirs up the discourse" or whatever the fuck i've heard pulled out this year. there's a bunch of reasons i primarily organise outside of trans spaces and that's one of them. i've never felt more alone in spaces where people claim we're all the same than being left as the brownest moderator or organiser in a space full of people to whom "this is a safe trans space" apparently means they get to abdicate all other responsibilities not to lapse into presumed shared patterns that are fucking racist or otherwise alienating. i've never felt more alone than surrounded by exclusively trans people who sort people into boxes and assume everyone in those boxes has the transition goals they have. like i was on cypro until it disagreed with me to the point of endocrine crisis and now i'm on t and at both those points people were so fucking presumptive or entitled to my reasons or journey or personal relationship w my body

literally just submitted on (and was invited to consult on) the nz law commission's review of the human rights act and like. it's straight up fucked how many nz trans people fully do not comprehend that any "sex assigned at birth" type definitions fundamentally exclude migrants who have no way of proving it and many intersex people who happen to have been reassigned later or many times or never assigned at all as a baby. we can't make law with this shit and that's why we have to have symmetrical protections for all genders/sexes/expressions/presentations, bc naming and defining a protected class here often leaves the people who already are left out from those shared experiences of marginalisation out in the cold when they face violence

[sf-bl]

Another part-done thing from last September. Please note: I have never watched The Inbetweeners, nor can I drive a car, however I never see this GIF without thinking of Handsome Jack.

Coming to the Vault Hunter bus stop to murder.

POV: about to be shot by Nisha Kadam from the sunroof of Handsome Jack's crappy yellow hatchback.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[cacodaemonia]

These are statements that can co-exist:

Data scraping methods used to train AI text and image generators should be regulated by governments.

Researchers, journalists, and archivists use the same data scraping for their work, and AI text and image generators also have legitimate ethical uses.

Data scraping is legal in many places and it's not easy for websites with publicly available data to prevent it.

Some people have had/will have their income negatively impacted by AI-generated content. That sucks and they have my sympathy.

It's unethical to fire employees or contractors (or pay them less, etc.) only to replace their work with content from AI text or image generators.

It's shitty that tech bros are making fun of many people's concerns about AI-generated content.

It's shitty that a lot of people are throwing around blanket statements like, "Anyone who uses AI-anything is a thief."

It's likely that most individuals will never be harmed by AI-generated content because such generators do not 'steal' or copy specific works of literature or visual art—it's more like they're taking averages from huge amounts of scraped public data.

I'm concerned about both the data collection methods used to train AI content generators and how much information they have already used for training.

AI text and image generation is not inherently evil, nor are people who use it. It's a technology with many applications and can be used for both ethical and unethical purposes.

Capitalism is unethical.

+++

(no, I don't check my notes, so if you want to call me names for pointing out that this is a complex and nuanced issue, have fun with that)

[stick-by-me]

HEY EVERYONE LOOK AT MY RAD NEW SMIDGE ART‼️‼️‼️(Made by the lovely @shmunter as a commission :D)

This is gonna be the status art (the art in my pinned post) for "hnngh". We're kinda still in hnngh mode rn but we're slowly moving out of it xD

(The crow is named Francis btw! I'll probably post like. Sticker Mascot Lore™ at some point, but if anyone is actually interested lmk and I'll post it faster xD)

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[hilacopter]

why do Hatchetfield characters have Ace Attorney witness names sometimes

[nevertheless-moving]

me, pounding on the glass [4th wall] for about 30 chapters during Hero of Ages: "THE EARRING ! Y O U R E A R R I N G ! pleaseyourmurderearring. FOR THE LOVE OF THE SURVIVOR WHY WILL NO ONE LOOK AT THIS WOMAN'S EAR

[thevioletcaptain]

"The writers wrote this DeanCas scene / this queer Dean moment and then still called us delusional."

No, they didn't. But I'm sure as fuck calling you delusional right now for repeating this completely fabricated bullshit for the past decade without once stopping to wonder "but wait, which writer said that and when?"

Because if any of you had ever bothered to do that you'd realize that not a single one of the 52 credited writers of spn has EVER said anything remotely close to this.

Several writers have, in fact, said the opposite--and feel free to do your own homework on that, because the receipts are out there, and maybe if you dig them up yourselves you might actually pay attention--but people have been projecting and playing fandom telephone for so long that baseless bronly quotes have been falsely attributed to the people who were actively and deliberately writing this stuff into the bones of the show for years, and who eventually made it as canon as they possibly could within the confines of the network's grip on a dinosaur Bush-era TV show.

I swear this take was exhausting to see continually crop up when the show was still airing, and I've gotta say it's even more exhausting now because THE WRITERS UNEQUIVOCALLY WROTE IT INTO THE TEXT OF THE SHOW. AND THEY STILL HAVE NOT ONCE SAID THAT WE WERE DELUSIONAL FOR SEEING WHAT THEY PUT THERE.

For crying out loud the core emotional arc of the final goddamn season was Dean and Castiel's relationship.

Castiel flat out confessed his romantic love for Dean in a scene that was written first thing in the season, that was built toward with deliberate intent for multiple years. Through that confession the show retroactively confirmed that all of the subtext and parallels and on and on that meta writers had been pointing out for years was in fact exactly what we thought it was.

So unless you think that somehow we managed to be spot-on correct about everything on Cas' side but forgot how to interpret layers of text on Dean's side, you should be able to understand that we were given two equations and one answer.

1 + 1 = 2 is what they gave us for Castiel.

1 + 1 = ? is what they gave us for Dean.

If you think they did it by accident you're kidding yourself. If you think they left Dean's answer as a question mark for some malicious reason you're kidding yourself. If you think that "the writers" think we're deluded for reading into all the layers the deliberately included in the story then you're kidding yourself.

Quit uncritically spreading anti trash around like it's truth.

[sminny-wew]

@dunedragon I blame you for this /j

Having these boys on the brain 24/7 made me wanna stretch my voice acting chops for the first time in a while lol. It is.......Difficult and Intimidating™ to record yelling in a college dorm room, even with two comforters over your head. (Transcript under the cut)

Megaman: Huh?

Lan, through the PET on Megaman’s end: What is THAT?

(??? enters, laughing)

Megaman: Is…is that…?

???: Oh, don’t mind me. I just find it amusing to watch you constantly playing superhero like this. Does it make you feel good inside? Does it distract you from all the pain and suffering?

Lan: Dark Megaman?!

Megaman: Lan…I don’t know how, but…I don’t think that’s Dark Megaman. Something about his presence feels…different. Either way, don’t listen to his lies.

Dark Megaman?: Oh, don’t play dumb. You know you don’t actually ENJOY being the world’s only hope and having to battle some new evil every few months or so. World Three, Gospel, Nebula Gray…you know EXACTLY why you leapt at the chance to fight them. Oh sure, that day, when all the ovens started catching fire, you HAD to act, because otherwise, Lan and Mrs. Hikari could’ve been seriously hurt, and the fire department wouldn’t have made it in time. But the water shortage? The traffic lights and the runaway bus? The power outage at SciLabs? You didn’t HAVE to involve yourself there. You could’ve easily let the net authorities handle it. But you did it anyway. And do you know why? Because you feel like you owe it.

Megaman: …W-what?

Lan: What are you saying?!

Dark Megaman?: You’ve always been a burden to your family, weighing them down with your own limitations and weakness. Not that you could fight back. You weren’t even, what, two years old?

Megaman: H-how do you know that? Who are you?!

Dark Megaman?: Dr. Hikari gave you a second chance at life, and ever since then, you’ve been trying to live up to your status as the next step in navi evolution, trying to find some way to repay him for his kindness. But deep down, you know you can never give him what he REALLY wants. Because no matter how far modern technology evolves, you can’t revive the dead, only copy them. Isn’t that right, Megaman?

Megaman: I’m not listening to you!

Lan: Megaman…?

Dark Megaman?: Oh, I’m sorry, would you prefer to be called “Hub Hikari”? Except, that’s not YOUR name. It never was, because you’re NOT him, and you’ll never BE him, no matter what you do.

Megaman: Stop it!

Dark Megaman?: You’ll always just be a replacement goldfish, who’s desperate to feel useful and yearns for a life and family that were never his.

Megaman: Stop it!!

Dark Megaman?: Why should I?! After all, I’m just telling the truth. And I know the truth…because I’m you.

Megaman: No…!

Lan: …Hub?

Megaman: No! No, you’re not!! YOU’RE NOT ME!!!

Dark Megaman?: (Laughing) That’s EXACTLY what I WANTED to hear!

(P4 boss encounter sound)

Lan: Hub!!

Dark Megaman?: (Laughs)

Lan: Hub! Hub, wake up!! C’mon, please!! I can’t do this without you!!

Shadow Megaman: I am a Shadow… The true self… And if I don’t get to live the life that should’ve been mine, then NO ONE, human OR navi, gets to live theirs!! (Laughs)