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I Feel Personally Attacked By Jonny Sims
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The thing about writing is that until you publish it there is 0 cost to fucking it up. You're not using up materials. You're not doing anything that can't be undone. You can fuck around endlessly to figure out what you want and it's free.
Like, yes, ok, you might waste your time
but would you rather waste your time writing or being too scared to write?
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After the White House cancelled the annual Iftar due to Arab and Muslim Americans collectively rejecting the invitations, the WH turned it into a small āmeetingā with six Muslim Americans including an Imam. Dr. Thaer Ahmad, a physician from Chicago who had traveled to Gaza earlier this year with a delegation of doctors, showed up and handed Biden a letter from an 8 year old girl in Gaza. He then walked out, saying āI wanted a chance to stand up and walk away from the people making decisions the way they are walking from my people.ā
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giving adƔn cool tattoos because his name is adƔn and the imagery writes itself
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"Bush lied about Iraq, Biden lies about Palestine"
Sticker spotted in New York
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hearing officials and public figures criticize biden openly on talk shows and seeing newspaper headlines sharply decry israel killing aid workers is making me feel kind of crazy. like it could've been like this the whole time. before 40,000 palestinians were killed and the infrastructure of gaza destroyed. it could've been like this when people gathered their children in plastic bags at al-ahli hospital, when a poet and his family were assassinated for a joke, when journalists buried their families on air, when children were targeted by drones on camera, when a little boy holding his grandmother's hand in one hand and a white flag in another watched her get shot and die in front of him, when a cameraman was left to bleed out with a live counter for hours while his rescuers were shot, when patients were bulldozed in their tents in the courtyard of a hospital, when four babies were left die and decompose alone in their hospital beds, when six year old hind rajab was crying for help trapped in a car with the corpses of her family on the phone with the red crescent for hours until she and the rescuers sent to get her were killed too.
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The US literally invented the playbook by invading Iraq 2 decades ago and keeping it under occupation for nearly a decade after that (and it still is under occupation really, what with US troops still strewn throughout the country)āand we still have people thinking that their every pro-Israeli move isnāt made with the very intention of killing Arabs, as they historically have in the past. Get serious.
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ādenied the catharsis of punishmentā is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence imoĀ
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big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.
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idgaf what cutesy shit tumblr tries to pull for April Fools, this is still the same website where the multimillionaire CEO stalked a trans woman across multiple platforms because she bruised his fragile ego, where a moderator took bribes to delete accounts, where moderation disproportionately targets black, transfem, and pro-Palestinian bloggers, where literal hardcore heterosexual pornography can be both posted without consequence and actively advertised to users while trans women posting transition timelines get hit with the banhammer, where outright hate speech goes unpunished but an obvious shitpost results in the associated account's termination, and where its leadership advertises it as the queerest site on the internet while doing all of the above. No amount of silly goofy gimmicks will change that.
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best thing i ever accepted about people is that most people are just kind of gross like, physically
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opening your writing doc and immediately scrolling back 3 pages like "alright what the fuck is this story about again?"
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QUE LOS MUERTOS AQUĆ ES DONDE TIENEN QUE ESTAR . . .
An introduction post for my Camp Nano WIP!
Title: Neon Bible
Genre: Horror
Status: First drafting
Setting: Mexico, 1950s
POV: Third Person
Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, violence, and mild sexual content.
Synopsis:
A small town in Mexico is divided when the child of the RĆos family, one of the most important families in town, starts claiming to hear voices and see things that aren't there: half the town believes it must be the devil's work while the other tries to find a medical solution. The situation escalates with the arrival of a foreign guest, who clashes immediately with one of the most beloved and respected men in town.
Tag: # wip ; neon bible
Pinterest Board: Here
Spotify Playlist: Here
Characters: (will add the links for their introduction posts in the future)
Felipe Ćvila Reyes: (27, he/him) An agoraphobic and devout catholic, Felipe is a school teacher who spends most of his free time at the town's church, either praying or helping Father Posada with the mass. Father Posada is the one who asks for his help with the Mabel RĆos case.
Dr. SebĆ”stian de la Torre: (25, he/him) A young Spanish doctor asked by the RĆos family to take a look at their child, SebastiĆ”n likes to do things his way, trusting only logic and science.
Cassandra "Sandra" Ćvila Reyes: (29, she/her) FĆ©lipe's older sister, unlike her brother, Sandra isn't catholic and instead practices santerĆa, much to her brother's dislike.
Maribel "Mabel" RĆos JuĆ”rez: (17, she/her)The youngest child in the RĆos family, Mabel scares the whole town with a sudden and strange behavior, claiming to hear voices in the dark and screaming for no apparent reason.
LucĆa JuĆ”rez de la Cruz: The matriarch of the RĆos-JuĆ”rez family and the one who's most concerned for the daughter, LucĆa is the one who calls for SebastiĆ”n to help her family.
Alejandro JuĆ”rez de la Cruz: Brother of LucĆa and uncle of Mabel, he lives with her sister's family in the RĆos family house and is the one in charge of Mabel most of the time.
Alba GraciĆ”n RĆos: Felipe's fiancĆ©e, and a relative to the RĆos family.
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someone: i had a dream about a portrait of me that would age while i didnāt
me: thatās actually wilde
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On Identity: The Truth
Content warnings: homophobia, transphobia, references to self harm and suicide.
Iāve been keeping secrets my whole life.
Iām 10 and Iām listening to my dad at the dinner table, who I know to be the most trustworthy person in the world. He talks about the legalization of marriage between two people of the same sex and asks us to consider the implications. Where do we draw the line in the sand? Legalizing gay marriage paves the way for legalizing pedophilia, after all. If a union between two men or two women isnāt disrespecting the sanctity of marriage, whatās next? Marriage between men and animals?
Iām 11 the first time I hear it: āIt doesnāt matter how low I set the bar for you, you still canāt reach it.ā
Iām confused and afraidāIām trying so hardābut I hear it then, and again, and again, spoken low in disappointment, shouted with a vein popping in her forehead, cold like a fact, and it sinks in, bone deep.
Iām 12 with my first crush on a girl. Iām not confused, I know thatās what it isāI want to kiss my friend, and I already know not to talk about it. NeverĀ to talk about it. It isnāt safe.
Iām 13 and doubting. I throw myself into fitting in. I pick the right boys to like and I go overboard, and I doĀ like them, I do, I do, I want them to like me, I want to be their friend. I want to be their equal, but thatās not quite how the story goes, so I settle for trying to hold hands with somebody I desperately crave respect from, but thatās wrong too, I learn.Ā
Iām 14 and convicted. How could this be wrong? I brush hands with a girl in choir and we meet eyes and I know. I watch a gay kiss on TV and I sob into my hands and I tell no one, no one, no one.
Iām 15 and I come out to my mom, haltingly, with the terminology that I have, because the thought of hiding foreverākeeping quiet through one more dinnerākills me.
She tells me no. She tells me Iām wrong.
I look in her eyes and I understand: itās not an option, and it never will be.
Iām 15 and I do my best to stop there.
It doesnāt work.
Iām 16 when I first hear my mom say that you can love someone and not approve of their lifestyle. I wonder what kind of love that is. I wonder how that kind of diluted, half-hearted, patronizing love can be enough for anyone. I wonder if sheās thought about how that feels, to be told that who you areānot by choiceāis fundamentally wrong.
Iām 16 and a boyfriend is a shield. The rightĀ choice, so I make it, and itās even almost fun. I love being his friend. Iām afraid of anything more.
Iām 17 and my youngest sibling whispers, āSo am I.ā
My heart breaks for the pain theyāll experience, as they too are taught, painstakingly, how to hate themself. Which parts of themself have to be kept hidden, which parts are shameful. They sit at that dinner table and hear the rhetoric that pushed me to the brink and over it, and I hope theyāre stronger than I am.
They arenāt.
Iām 18 and my mom works at a college for the performing arts. I sit and curdle quietly while she talks about her genderqueer students. Misgenders them behind their backs. Deadnames used flippantly.Ā She knows better, after all. She can be the expert on somebody elseās identity. Theyāre mentally ill, all of them. None of them are happy. Theyāre searching for something only God can provide.
Iām 19 and I come out as bisexual to the man Iām certain Iām going to marry, tearing the secret out like a bandage fused to skin. He tells me of course itās fine, that he supports who I am. Of course people like me should have rights, of course. I laugh, relieved. Later, I find out this moment was almost a dealbreaker for him, and I wonder how much was ever real.
Iām 20 and Iām out. Iām 20 and Iām free. Iām 20 and I believe, because Iāve been told, that I am loved for who I am. AllĀ of who I am. I still flinch when I hear a car door slam.
Iām 21 and Iām searching for the connection to my womanhood. Iām searching for what makes a woman a woman. Iām reading gender theory and talking to friends around the world and wondering exactly what it is that Iām missing.
What does the rest of the world know that I donāt?
Iām 22 when my marriage ends because my body might not be attractive to my husband one day, and my parents email him in support and solidarity, expressing sympathy, and Iām not surprised.
Iām 22, and standing up for who I am has cost me everything. A spouse, two sets of parents, financial security, a cityās worth of community, more childhood friends than I can count. My parents tell me to go back in the closet so my ex-husband will love me. To them, his frustration is understandable, of courseāby presenting androgynously, Iām betraying my marriage vows, after all.
I wonder, stunned into silence, where I promised to lookĀ like a woman.
Iām 23 when I come out to my parents for the third time; not as bisexual, not as trans, but as hurt.Ā
I lay out the pain of the last decade as succinctly as I can, hoping theyāll hear. When I assert that yes, to be in relationship with me, use of my name and pronouns is a requirement, my mother jokes, āWell, we donāt negotiate with terrorists.ā
Itās not a joke.
I see the flash in her eyes, the instant regret as she laughs it off like itās funny, but it isnāt.
The kid sitting at the dinner table knows itās not a joke. The kid who listened to countless lectures on the morality of queerness knows itās not a joke. The kid who stood with shaking hands and tried to bleed out the bad knows itās not a joke. Years of casual bigotry taught me how to hate myself, which parts of myself I should cross out and ignore, which parts of myself I should be ashamed of.
Iām 23, and I have finally unlearned shame, and when I ask my parents to see me, the joke is that Iām a terrorist. Iām unreasonable.
The shock of it becomes a balm, later on.
Some jokes arenāt funny.
Some jokes arenāt jokes at all.
Iām 24 and Iām learning that itās scary to be alone. Bigotry made me an orphan and made us strangers, and knowing that itās the right choice to stand up for myself doesnāt make it any easier. Iām learning the only way out is through, if youāre not squeamish:
Cut off the part of yourself thatās 7 years old standing outside of their bedroom because the nightmare had teeth and claws and they are the heroes that will hold you close and make it warm again.
Amputate.
Cauterize.
Donāt let them see you bleed.
Iām learning that the wound takes a long, long time to close.
Iām 25 as I write this, and I am proud of who I am, even if Iām still bleeding. AllĀ of who I am. Itās taken a long time for me to let that person see the sun, but here we are, basking in the glow. Those wounds are healing. I am visible for everyone else who whispers, āSo am I.ā
Your sunshine will come. Your sunshine will come.Ā
Your sunshine will come.
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im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear
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OC in Fifteen Quotes Tag
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but youāre free to include those as well.
thanks @supersymmetrys for the tag <3
Charlotte Oberon in 10 quotes
āDonāt tell me that you told the dentist about my hypochondriac phase?ā
āYou know, this is how gamblers are made.ā
āLearn to quit sometime, will you?ā
āWell, Iāve changed.ā
āOh jeez! Oh, itās just you, Oliver.ā
āIt wasnāt good enough.ā
āIt. Wasnāt. Good. Enough.ā
āItāll be over soon enough. Just let it happen.ā
āIām worried someone has been coming into my room at night.ā
āCan we please walk?ā
tagging @seasteading @zorya-km @ohpheeb and anyone else who wants to do this!!
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the problem with having an evil mastermind manipulator oc is that i am not particularly good at being any of those things
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