#blood quantum hurts
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You can skip the whole rant and go down to the links to support indigenous people
Reminder to myself never talk to a white person ever again about blood quantum. 9/10 times they hold up white supremacy with their uneducated ass. And even when you try to educate them they just don't get it and deflect or use strawmen arguments. And then get all defensive,mad and surprised when you get mad because they try to defend their "argument" with words that have deep rooted pain and suffering and completely ignoring the history of it. Like you expect me to stay calm when you talk about that shit where literal Nazis have used this to erase others like it isn't a big deal?
"oh but 100% indigenous people don't exist anymore"
OF COURSE THEY DON'T, they got killed and the once who survived where stripped off of their culture and got raped in order to "get the savage out"(god i hate that word but i don't know how to word it better (also nothing 100% exist)). And in this situation this shit is extremely harmful. You hold up shit that erases us and then you tell me that i'm not indigenous because I'm not "100%" and saying that i identity as indigenous means i say i am "100%"?? Bruh.
Your swiss you identify as swiss but your dumb fuck has German,polish and french but yet you can say "I'm swiss" but me whos history got massacred,ripped away and being actively destroyed can't say "I'm indigenous".
Your an adult use your two brain cells that are on live support and pick up a book.
Your way of thinking kills us and is destroying our culture. You think i would be standing here if that shit didn't happen?? I most likely would have been chilling with my fellow Mapuche, learning about their culture being accepted as two spirit and maybe being trained to become a machi because of my connection to gender.
It's so painful to think about it what could have been how live would have been different as a whole. It feels like a part of me was taken away.
And then seeing my siblings all over the world hurting, be it because they live like me completely ripped away due to the horrible things that happened desperately learning, listening and trying to finde back to our ancestors picking up the tiny bit of culture that is left and doing our best to empower the once who live in their communitys.
And the once who are connected and actively live in their community live in horrible conditions with dirty water, their land and culture stolen, destroyed and bastardized, fighting to not lose the tiny bit of rights they have fought for for DECADES.
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To finish the whole rant i want to give you guys links on how to help (specifically) my siblings on turtle island and my people. ICWA is currently about to be taken away please sign up and use your voice to spread our voices in hopes that they keep the tiny bit of safety they still have left.
Also i linked a bunch of articles to read
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Edit; also reminder my people are also fighting to get their land back and the old ass law that was writen by a fascist STILL DIDN'T CHANGE. This shit is like 30-50 years old and actively hurts. If you want to change it please impower my peoples voices listen to them and spread the message.
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(articles about their fight)
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-55042838.amp
https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.abc.net.au/article/100907988
https://www.iwgia.org/en/chile/3932-from-fighting-for-their-land-to-fighting-for-their-freedom-mapuche-political-prison-as-a-counterinsurgency-mechanism.html
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Petition :
(against the selling and exporting of our cultural clothing(not in the, i made [insert thing] to sell, but in the sacred garment got stolen and sold ))
https://www.change.org/p/poder-judicial-y-sociedad-civil-no-m%C3%A1s-expropiaci%C3%B3n-de-nuestra-cultura-y-kimun-mapuche?source_location=topic_page
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(for the visibility of my people)
https://www.change.org/p/sebastianpinera-conadi-gob-feriado-nacional-we-tripantu-chile?source_location=topic_page
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(more support for my people because the government didn't help enough when covid hit/had let them rot and fight for themselves without any support)
https://www.change.org/p/sebastianpinera-hernanlarrainf-adrianamunoz-diegopaulsen-chile-no-puede-ser-indiferente-ante-la-grave-situaci%C3%B3n-de-presos-mapuche-en-huelga-de-ham?source_location=topic_page
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Also side note my Spanish isn't that great and the translation is the bare minimum of what they wrote for the petition. If anyone who can speak Spanish better a proper translation is appreciated, thank you :))
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https://action.lakotalaw.org/action/protect-icwa
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Here are some general links to support us;
https://www.service.nsw.gov.au/guide/support-aboriginal-and-torres-strait-islander-communities
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/who-does-it-affect/aboriginal-and-torres-strait-islander-people/helpful-contacts-and-websites
https://actionnetwork.org/petitions/sign-the-petition-demand-congress-support-indigenous-communities-by-passing-the-not-invisible-act?source=direct_link&
https://chng.it/ynNMKw69QL
(change dot org list for indigenous support)
https://www.change.org/t/indigenous-rights-3
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Things to read:
https://www.theindigenousfoundation.org/articles/bloodquantum
https://www.californialawreview.org/blood-quantum-and-the-white-gatekeeping-of-native-american-identity/
https://www.nativejustice.org/mmiwg2s#:~:text=The%20MMIWG2S%20abbreviation%20stands%20for,Girls%20and%20Two%2DSpirit%20People.
https://www.apa.org/pi/oema/resources/communique/2018/11/standing-sisters
https://www.gatheringthunderfoundation.org/mmiwg2s
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(this one has a free to call hotline for MMIWG2S and also things to read)
https://scoinc.mb.ca/mmiwg2s-and-violence-prevention/
#indiginous#blood quantum hurts#mapuche#white people dni#white people are wild#rant#i hate white people#their ignorance hurts and kills#two spirit#land back#indigineous people#indigenous power#mmiwg2s#mmiwawareness#support indigenous people#important
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just found out jeff barnaby died. actually crying.
#i remember watching blood quantum and rhymes for young ghouls and thinking how much better he got#and how stellar his next project was gonna be#im not usually affected when strangers die but this one hurts
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One last chance III
summary: third and final part to one last chance! the long awaited reunion :3
relationship: Rise!Leo x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of blood
word count: 3.1k
A/N: at long last, here it is! since there’s a bunch of hopping between worlds, i added clarifications for when the story changes into another timeline (NY: new york aka main timeline / KR: krangpocalypse timeline / TR: triceraton world). that way you can differentiate if there’s an actual change of place or if it’s just a time skip! i really hope you like it :’)
Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you’re here!)
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
— — —
The very next day, Leo and you gathered the other turtle brothers and Casey at the dinner table to tell them your plan. Mikey would have to open two more portals; one to get the older Leo from Casey’s timeline, and one portal to go place him in the Triceraton world with the other older you.
You two watched as everyone processed your words, displaying different emotions in their faces. Your gaze fell on Mikey, who furrowed is brows, fidgeting with his fingers.
“I don’t know if I have it in me,” the youngest turtle admitted. Raph placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“It does sound dangerous,” the eldest said.
“I don’t even know how to find those dimensions again,” Mikey added.
“Just do the same thing you were doing last time,” you offered. “What were you thinking about when Leo fell through?”
Mikey scratched his chin as he thought it over.
“I don’t know, dino nuggets?”
“Makes sense,” Leo said with a serious nod. You playfully rolled your eyes.
“How will you find my timeline, though?” asked Casey.
“With you, actually,” Donnie chimed in, bringing his hands in front of him with touching fingertips. “Your quantum signature should be unique enough to pinpoint it. I’ll build something to amplify Mikey’s powers.”
“Sounds like we have a plan, then,” Leo concluded, placing his hands on the table and standing up. “Let’s get started.”
– – –
Mikey trained with smaller things first, making portals from one room to the other, and catching things mid-air and safely placing them on the ground. Meanwhile, you and Leo prepared a place where older Leo could stay. One portal already took a lot of effort; you didn’t really want to overexert Mikey and have him make two big ones, one right after the other. Also, future Leo might be hurt, so Raph helped you gather supplies for a little first aid kit as well.
The night before the big day, when Mikey would open the first portal, you were way too excited to sleep. You looked over at Leo, both of you in his bed, and it seemed he wasn’t feeling much differently, nervously tapping his fingers on his chest.
“It’s gonna work, right?” he asked in a low voice.
“I think so, yeah,” you replied genuinely.
“Do you think I- he’ll be… mad?” You propped yourself up on your elbow at his question.
“You’re asking me? Shouldn’t you know better than anyone?”
“Iunno,” he mumbled, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Well... If everyone you knew were gone, and you had the chance to spend more time with them, even if they’re technically a different version from another dimension, wouldn’t you want to see them?”
He thought it over for a moment.
“I think so, yeah,” he replied.
“I know I’d want it too.”
For a moment, you two just looked at each other in the dim light of his room, then a giggle escaped you.
“What?” he asked with a suspicious smile. You sighed, lying back down properly and cuddling into his side.
“It’s like a tragic love story. Two star crossed lovers, promising to find each other in any universe.”
Leo took your hand, giving it a squeeze.
“I’d look for you in every universe,” he whispered. You hid face in the pillow with a groan.
“You’re so corny,” you laughed.
“And you love me for it.”
“Hmm, I do,” you said, stretching your neck to place a kiss on his cheek, then went back to getting comfortable.
Finally feeling a little more at ease, sleep slowly started to take over.
“I just hope he’s… still there,” Leo said so lowly you almost missed it. “The way Casey described the future, it was super bleak. I hope nothing happened to–”
“Shush,” you interrupted him, hugging his torso to reassure him. “It will work, I know it.”
“Hmm, yeah. It’ll work.”
With that, you both drifted off to sleep.
– – – [NY]
Donnie had built a hollow box of sorts, big enough to stand in it, with two wires coming out of either side. He put it on the floor, told Casey to step into it, and he activated it with his own nimpo, one wire connecting to Mikey, one to Donnie. The rest of you held onto Mikey’s arms like last time.
“It’s go time,” Donnie said with a wicked smile of sorts as the device started glowing.
– – – [KR]
Leo tried to hold back a pained groan between his pants. He looked at his leg; that’s a lot of blood. That krangified creature had got him good.
He tried getting back to his feet, but his leg gave out under him, and he was back on the ground, leaning onto the broken pieces of what used to be a building, sticking out from the dark sand that had taken over everything, transforming the urban landscape into a wasteland.
This is it, he thought, and bitterly smiled to himself. I’ve had a good run. Wish I had done some things differently, but…
Images of you flooded his mind, his brothers, Splinter, April, Casey… Ah, he really hoped the boy made it.
A growling noise tore him out of his thoughts, and he saw the creature that had got him in this situation in the first place, approaching him slowly, about to pounce. With a deep exhale, Leo accepted his fate, finding no more fight left in him. He looked at the handle of his sword, now donning three coloured bands.
“Just get it over with!” he called out to the creature. Just as it was crouching down to build up its energy to jump, there was an all too familiar sizzling sound between him and the creature.
Leo tiredly opened his eyes, and his brows rose in disbelief at what he was seeing. It was one of Mikey’s portals, moving towards him.
“What the—”
He got swept through the portal like a fish getting caught by a landing net. Gone was the coarse sand under him, replaced by something soft and warm and inviting. In front of him, figures he fully believed he’d never get to see again: his brothers, all alive; his younger self, looking at him with the same shock; Casey, and… you.
Mikey collapsed on the ground with a grunt. Raph picked him up and Donnie took them to his lab. Casey stepped out from his little box, which had deactivated the moment the portal disappeared.
“M-master Leonardo?” the boy asked in a mix of disbelief, surprise, and happiness.
“Casey Junior,” the older Leo greeted him with a tired grin. “You made it.”
“Found the key, stopped the Krang,” Casey replied with the instructions his master had made him repeat back then. As his eyes started welling up with tears, Casey ran up to Leo and hugged him, which earned a groan of pain from the older turtle, but it turned into a chuckle. He hugged him back to the best of his abilities.
That’s when you noticed the turtle’s leg.
“O-oh my goodness, that looks very much not good,” you exclaimed, pointing at the wound covered in blood and debris.
“Yeesh,” younger Leo cringed after following your eyes.
You got to work cleaning up his wounds, disinfecting, and bandaging everything up. Older Leo was too exhausted to protest.
As the three of you were cleaning the grime off of hte turtle with a wet rag, you came to his right shoulder, and what you had thought was a giant glove, slid off slightly. So you took it off to be able to clean him better, except that instead of sliding the garment off his arm, the whole thing came off, leaving only a stubble reaching to just above where his elbow would be. Leo audibly gasped behind you.
“I- you- what happened to your arm?” Leo asked, turning to the boy on the patient’s other side. “Casey, you didn’t tell me I lost a whole arm!”
“There’s a lot I didn’t tell you, and it was for a reason–”
“Guys,” the older turtle interrupted.
Everyone got their attention back to the man on the pile of blankets.
“As much as I’m glad that you’re all okay, what am I doing here?” he questioned, his eyes jumping from Casey, to Leo, to you.
“Don’t worry about it, just rest up,” Casey instructed.
“Yeah, we have a plan,” you added with a smile. “Just… get your energy back. We’ll explain everything later.”
He was too tired to argue, so he just let himself drift off into the welcoming embrace of sleep, and with a deep exhale, he passed out on the spot.
“Casey, stay with him,” you told the boy. “We’ll check on Mikey.”
With a nod you instructed Leo to follow you, and you went to the lab, where you found Mikey on a makeshift cot. He was fine, also napping. Donnie assured you he just needed some rest.
You all took turns for the next several hours to watch over the two; you caught pieces of conversations here and there, depending on whether older Leo was awake and whose turn it was to keep him company. But you tried not to eavesdrop, as you were sure he was telling them important but personal things. The one you were very curious about was the conversation older Leo had with Splinter. It seemed to be very emotional, but you kept your distance to give them some privacy. The boys’ father retired to his room for most of the day after they talked.
When it was your turn to take care of Leo, you brought some food and a change of bandages for his legs.
“No one’s told me yet what’s going on,” he said after you handed him his food. “They told me it was your idea?”
You were kneeling next to him, and squirmed a little in your seat.
“Are you sure you want to know now?” you asked, your gaze falling to your lap. “Don’t you want to recover a little more? You’re still in pretty rough shape–”
Leo interrupted you by calling your name. Your eyes darted back up to him and he raised a brow at you as he took a bite of the sandwich. You smiled to yourself. Some things really never change; that’s the same look young Leo would have given you in this situation.
With a sigh of defeat, you told him how after you had had your encounter in the alleyway, your timeline’s Leo had a similar one with an alternate older version of yourself, in a world where a different alien species had invaded Earth, but they were at peace now. Their Leo had died in the process, though.
“So,” you concluded after your retelling. “Leo and I, I mean my Leo, I mean…” You couldn’t help the heat creeping up to your cheeks, and the turtle gave you a knowing smirk. “Me and this world’s Leo; we thought we could help you guys out. You were left alone in a world that had no hope of being saved. And my other self is in a world worth living in, but is missing you. So, you know. 1+1=2 and here you are.”
Older Leo seemed genuinely surprised by your words. Whatever it was he had expected, this was not it.
“I mean, you’re also free to stay here if you want to,” you offered, pointing over your shoulder. “There’s already Casey, so… I’m sure he’d like it if you stayed.”
“No can do,” Leo said with a sad smile, and you frowned. “I don’t really like the idea of playing with the timelines; my Donnie would have been vehemently against it.” He smiled nostalgically as he looked to the side for a second, then brought his attention back to you. “But in the end, he probably would have come to a similar conclusion. It’s obvious I’m not gonna ask you to bring me back to my timeline…. You were right on time, you know? A moment later and I would have been a goner.”
You gave him a worried look, but he dismissed it with a gesture of his hand.
“But,” he continued. “This isn’t my place to stay, either. I’ll take you up on your offer.” You perked up at that. “A different world at peace sounds pretty nice right about now.”
“From what Leo told me, everyone else seems to be alive there, you know,” you told him as you took out a fresh roll of gauzes from the supply box. “Raph, Mikey and Donnie. I’m sure they all miss you.”
Leo smiled, taking another bite of his sandwich as you started working on his leg.
“And I miss them.”
“And I know it’s not the same because you won’t have the same memories and stuff–”
“Hey. It’s okay,” he calmed your doubts, holding your hand. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”
You merely gave him a nod, your heart racing at the gesture. His hand was so big, his whole presence made you feel so safe; you couldn’t wait to see your Leo keep growing and become the man you had in front of you now.
Not long after, when Mikey started feeling better, you all started preparing Leo’s departure.
– – – [TR]
You were taking your evening stroll through the park as you’d usually do. It had been raining all day though, and the cool wind seemed to make the droplets seep further into your clothes. As per usual, your feet brought you to the memorial statue by themselves, like they always did when you were lost in thought.
Your grip tightened around your umbrella. It’s been so many years. Maybe it was time to finally let go. This grief was getting you nowhere. Leo wouldn’t want you to waste away like this just because he wasn’t there.
Standing in front of the statue, you let your eyes wander over it, looking at all the little details, discovering some new cracks in the rock. You did your best to keep it clean and all, but time, wind and rain seemed to chip away at it, no matter your efforts. Kind of like you felt, too, you concluded with a defeated sigh.
Bringing your gaze back to the turtle’s heroic face expression, you tilted your head lightly. Just what were you supposed to do now?
– – – [NY]
Everyone got into position just like for the other portal, but you stayed back this time. You were facing away from where the yellow ring of light would open, as you didn’t want to see your older self.
“You sure you don’t want to see?” Leo asked. “The dinos looked pretty cool?” You chuckled.
“Nah, it’s okay,” you answered, looking up at him with a smile. “I don’t need to see other worlds, I have everything I need right here.”
You placed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. The turtle wasn’t able to reciprocate, but blushed as he spotted his older self a couple of steps away, giving him a thumbs up.
– – – [TR]
You took one last look at the statue, some droplets hitting your face in the wind, which was starting to pick up. Just as you meant to turn around to leave, you heard some zaps behind you.
Just like last time, a flurry of yellow lights materialised out of nowhere over the gravel path of the park, expanding and clearing up until you could see through it. Young Leo hopped into your world, calling out to you with relief, as it meant he didn’t have to go look for you.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” he said as he jogged the short distance to where you stood.
“Wha- You’re back?” You were shocked to your bones, as you really thought you would never get to see any Leo ever again. “Why? How?”
“Doesn’t matter, I won’t be long either,” Leo informed you, taking your hand that you had stretched out to him. “I just came to say hi and bring you a gift.”
He let go and stepped aside. From behind him, another figure stepped through the portal. Your hand came to your mouth as you gasped, your umbrella dropping to the ground.
Mikey groaned from the effort, the glowing yellow cracks expanding further over his arms.
“Hurry it up, guys!” Raph called from the other side of the portal. “Mikey can’t hold it open much longer!”
Turning to you, younger Leo held your hands one last time, and you dragged your eyes from one blue clad turtle to the younger one.
“Give him the happy ending you both deserved, alright?” he asked, and giving you and older Leo one last hug, he hurried back to the portal, which started becoming more unstable by the second, the zaps threatening to collapse any moment now.
And not a second too soon, younger Leo left the scene, the portal closing right behind him with a loud crackle.
Leo and you were left alone in the rain, looking at each other and just taking each other in.
“Hey,” Leo spoke first, taking a couple of steps in your direction.
“... Hi,“ you greeted him, your voice almost inaudible, as you looked him up and down repeatedly in disbelief.
“The kids had a crazy idea and… it worked.”
You let out a shuddering breath, looking at your hands, opening and closing them in an attempt to ground yourself.
“What timeline are you from?” you finally asked. Leo had to take a moment to think how to even answer that.
“The bad ending, I guess?” he settled on. “One where the world ended. I lost everything.”
He looked up at the statue of himself and smiled.
“This one didn’t lose an arm though, huh.”
His attempt at lightening the mood was short-lived, as the small smile that had formed on your face disappeared just as quickly.
“No, but he lost everything, too,” you said, your hands clenching into fists as you dragged your eyes back up to meet his warm ones.
“You think I can fill the vacant spot he left open for this world’s coolest Leonardo?”
You couldn’t help but snort this time.
“Yeah,” you offered, relaxing visibly. “I think he’d be okay with that.”
Leo finally approached you, carefully stroking over your cheek with the back of his hand, and you leaned into the touch. The rain hitting your face mixed with your tears.
“Okaerinasai,” you welcomed him back home as you placed your hand over his. He leaned down to touch his forehead to yours.
“Tadaima.”
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Bonus:
“You think they’ll be okay?” you asked Leo after the portal closed.
“You said it yourself,” he said, placing his arm over your shoulder. “Star crossed lovers: they’ll always find back to each other because they belong together.”
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different anon, but I remember being like the transmed and thinking being trans was the worst thing that could never happen to me when I first realized what I was. I made myself miserable trying to convince myself that I wasn’t, that I didn’t want to be, and if I just avoided thinking about it or doing anything about it then I could just keep pretending I was cis forever and no one would be the wiser
however, it was the idea of having to be either binary gender that made me feel dysphoric to the point of spiraling. neither of them made sense to me, I felt like I was entirely without a place in the world, completely illegible.
it was realizing that everyone experiences their gender and presentation differently that finally helped me remember how to breathe.
I really hope transmed anon, once they grow into themselves a bit more and feel a more secure, realizes that trying to insist other people are “being trans wrong” will never make them not miserable, or give them the validation they evidently don’t have within themselves and are seeking externally. other people having different reasons for going on HRT or not starting HRT have nothing to do with them or their own process.
I never understand how those kind of people don’t realize that trying to say “You Must Do X to be Trans” just means they aren’t taking people at their word when it comes to their identity and who they say they are.
as in, the thing that causes us so much pain when cis people do it.
but yknow. it’s sometimes easier to hit the people closest to you when you’re afraid ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I think you hit the nail on the head with the last sentence of your first ask.
It's sometimes easier to hit the people closest to you when you're afraid.
Because you're absolutely right. Especially when you view those people as lesser than you in response to their proximity to you. It's a way to make yourself feel big. It's a phenomenon that happens with most bigoted / hateful pipelines. You see it in the working class with the poor, you see it in gay spaces with bi people, you see it in conversations about race and blood quantum / mixed racial identity, you see it with people like marginalized Republicans, etc. etc. etc.
It's easy to try and protect yourself by trying to be one of the good ones in whatever way grants you safety and security. But that's not true safety and security, it's just temporary.
Also 100% - suffering isn't moral. We're not Protestants here and also - I'm sure anon has had some shitty experiences with other trans people. I think most of us have because trans people are not a monolithic force and some of us are absolutely going to hurt each other. That doesn't mean the entire community is at fault for those experiences though.
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Hope this comes as a good faith question.
Jewish people have a huge history to the land of Palestine with ancient artifacts as old as 4K years. While a lot of Israelis are jewish and settlers, there are many in Palestine that have stayed there.
What’s the difference between an indigineous jew and a settler jew if they’re both part of the same ethnoreligious group? I’d appreciate anyone chiming in to help answer.
That's a good question!
Settlers destroy the earth and people in the name of claiming land.
Indigenous people dont. Indigenous people defend themselves from those people.
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Hamas is calling for a peaceful one state solution which would value all people equally, there would be no Reason to keep the everyone divided if they were equals, especially as how the holy history in the region has been shared by people of many religions for many ages.
Natives from Turtle Island (the so called USA) are also in a similar position because our first instinct was to be kind and show the pilgrims how to live on this land. We are still advocating for our own "one state" solution: Landback where we too will all be considered as equals with equal rights to exist.
Indigenous people want the right to freely be indigenous again.
Settlers want something to conquer, own, and use up. And they don't see a problem with it. They're simple that way. A lot of time they'll even justify the problems do have by telling themselves the people they're hurting deserve those problems anyway.
Indigenous Jewish ppl will have connections with the land, they'll hear their own heart breaking in when olive trees crack in a fire. When they hear Netanyahu is going to salt the earth and make it so nothing, not even insects, can live there they too will be horrified.
They hear about about how Gazans have no water and they who know that there is no life without water would fight for the Palestinian right to have it.
They'd be trying to dismantle their own government as it's only using the Jewish identity to hide behind as it commits genocide and brings settler colonialist violence into the new year.
I think truly indigenous Jewish ppl are horrified about the things being done in their name. I think they'd be horrified to see what they're going to be inheriting and gifted.
Indigenous is something you are. There is no modifier or blood measure for it.
You are indigenous or you're not. It's a way of being, not a birthright you can prove and that's why colonizers hate indigenous people so much and why they need to create regulations for it like blood quantum or the Nuremberg laws.
You can't fake indigeneity so they can't colonize it. That's why they colonize our land instead by razing it the ground.
Which is why how long you are somewhere doesn't matter either and it's why nobody cares when Zionists say they've been there for thousands of years and that makes it theirs.
Natives don't salt the earth they love.
Colonizers do.
It really is as simple as that.
Anyone, including Jewish people can be indigenous. (And likewise there are many Jewish native Americans)
But settlers? Settlers by their very nature can not be indigenous.
And fortunately Settler is neither a race or ethnic group. It's an action. A choice. So it's not something you are bound to forever.
All this to say the only difference between a settler and an indigenous Jew is whether they've chosen to liberate or subjugate.
If any Jewish Native ppl or Native Jewish ppl wanna chip in to add/correct anything then please do!!!!
#asked#answered#settler colonialism#indigeneity#also being judaism is a closed practice and i try to resoect that so if i said something i shouldn't have or thats inconsistent w/Torah#or something like that then lmk cuz I wouldnt know
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Different versions: Jazz
G1/IDW mess
Found a good little fellow on Earth, found strange comradeship, and even more deviant attraction, was he scared of it? Not more of when he thought you were lost forever (in the base reality he indeed did, but in this one he is happy), in the first reality before the quantum jump of the Lost Light you did died while the arrival of Unicron took place, Jazz ends up finding what was left, just to remain in Cybertron and finally becoming a musician as he always wanted.
In the new reality, he kind of gets a good end, he is still a musician, but he also has you and all that comes with it.
It took a slower pace to accommodate your insecurities in how it would work, at least slow for him, do you have any idea how long he has been waiting for you to say something? He admits that maybe it should have been him, precious years wouldn't have been lost if he did, but he was also worried in how you would react to it, Jazz wanted to go along the pace you choose, smiling contently when you were finally able to accept what you felt for him and say it sincerely to him.
Pauline was a surprise he loved, Amberdust an unexpected addition that warmed his spark, Mariah a piece of you and him that will live forever, but he still wishes she didn't get so much of him, specially of when he was younger and wild (we don't know a lot of Jazz before he named himself... Jazz).
TFAnimated
You weren't his first organic but you indeed were at least friends.
Music from earth is a new world for him, how can you little humans have so much in such a short existence? You ask him how is it possible for such an advanced race as his to only permit a handful of music to the public if it centered in the war and the good characteristic of the autobots in it? He gives you the reason, Sentinel is horrified by what you've done to Jazz.
Not really in a relationship, only good friends.
Good friends that struggle with keeping a steady communication signal because okay he was very far away, as in the other side of the Galaxy, but how come that they could do this before?
Shattered Glass
As far as it concerns everyone you're his pet/doll with whom he plays with, secretly attached to you, if somebot goes to his habsuit and tries to open your cage then he is already there, somehow, pointing their helm with the edge of his portable cannon.
You're well feed, clean, always wearing dresses that he seems to like for some strange reasons, maybe caused by how he finds funny when your blood vessels dilate and your little face gets all red after he puts a servo under and touches you directly, oh, but you look like a nun when he has to take you out of his habsuit not a fan of having you exposed to others, he doesn't show it but the feeling of danger in the air is still there.
There was this one time the ship almost crashed, by some miracle, or disgrace, you survived, and when a mech you've never seen in your life found your cage and squished you, demanding you squeal to entertain him, Jazz somehow appeared and destroyed that mech's whole neck cabling with his sharp dentae before putting you on his mouth to dissimulate to his peers, gesturing that he killed the mech he was trying to steal from him.
Jazz wasn't exactly lying, but you ask to yourself if it will hurt to use his sharp dentae to end your misery at the moment, he wouldn't try to save you if it meant to show a soft side in front of the other autobots.
Transformers Go! Go!
He thinks you're a neat human ally, will serenade you with his guitar outside of your home, Optimus comes hunting him down because he isn't working and Jazz returns to the base saying he will see you later, you were sleeping and only heard the ruckus, Jazz knows you've problems to sleep so he makes songs to help, totally out of his energetic persona but he is trying.
You still don't get he wants something romantic, Jazz is suffering comically but will not stop his crusade, Bumblebee thinks he is very manly and cool for it.
"Never give up on love, Bee", he says while composing a new song, in reality he will most likely stop if you tell him so, it'll break his spark but he'll accept it nonetheless, till then he'll fight!
Bayverse
Never meet each other.
#reader insert#x reader#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#angst#transformers#transformers idw#transformers go! go!#transformers animated#tf jazz#tfa jazz#jazz x human reader#jazz x reader#idw jazz#g1 jazz
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So I recently received a rather hateful anon. I chose to block them instead of responding to the anon itself, so as not to receive any further bullshit from them. But they were attacking me on grounds that I was white, and faking being indigenous (along with some rather hateful slurs mixed in), and I do want to address that.
I never claimed to not be white. I'm Métis, a community that is entirely predicated on being mixed race. I am of both white family roots and indigenous. Glossing over the fact that light-skinned Indigenous and Latinx people exist all over North and South America, and that the internalized colonial racism-binary received on that basis is its own expired can of worms (thank you blood quantum debates 🤮), mixed race people exist y'all. In fact, most Métis people are light skinned. Our people's history is defined by being "too white" for many indigenous communities, and "too Indian" for white society, and that comes with its own generational stories, traditions, and trauma.
When I joke that "my family's shit is in the colonizers museum" that's because it literally is. It's like a 5 minute drive away, and a request to access the vaults to go look at it. When I go to ceremony with Métis community members and Elders I don't stop being white, and when I interact with purely "white" aspects of society I don't stop being indigenous. Both are true, that's how dialectics work. I am very aware of the privilege my skin colour affords me, and I never take it for granted. In fact I actively try to use it when I can to create opportunities for my indigenous siblings who aren't as light skinned.
I don't make this post as some form of defense or argument to my indigeneity. I have enough security in myself and my community that some anon isn't going to shake me that easily. But I make it because the notion that a blood quantum or a hue of my skin color negates my family's heritage is what colonization aimed to achieve in the first damn place. Attacking eachother for shit like how pale I am during winter (cuz honey, I *TOAST* during summer) achieves nothing but furthering internalized racism plaguing indigenous people baseline.
To that anon, if you find a way around my block somehow, I'm sorry you've been hurt by people enough to find it appropriate to drop vitriol like that into people's inboxes unannounced. I hope you can find healing and love within your life, to turn that around. I'm gonna light a smudge for you.
#also this cost everyone anon privilege again sorry y'all#im not dealing with hate in my inbox#bite me#two spirit#métis#indigenous
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Some Q's for youuu:
8. How slow is a slow burn? 🕒
19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it. 📝
22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? 👩🏼❤️💋👩🏻
28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? 🤓
30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. 🪦🙀
I appreciate your dedication using the emojis, they enhanced the experience greatly!!!!
8. How slow is a slow burn? 🕒
The hottest slow burn 2 me is one where they can barely even make eye contact for a solid 15k, let alone touch lips. I want them to go through every possible option and do every possible thing to avoid getting together for so long they’re practically pulling their hair out in the frustration of it. Their desperation for each other needs to be so unbearable that they truly genuinely lose their minds, and they then need to stay apart for a little while after that.
19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it. 📝
“Alien…” she whispers, eyes wide with a terror so painfully familiar to Kara. “Oh, God.”
“Miss Luthor, I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I just need the hard drive. That’s all," Kara says.
She tries to keep a soothing tone, but she’s so tired of this. She wants to be done. She’s so close to being done, too.
The Luthor's eyes are intense and focused, studying Kara back just as deeply as Kara studies her. She’s beautiful, Kara thinks, and she’s scared. Everyone is always scared of the alien.
The woman holds the device out with one hand and Kara can see the slight shake to it.
“You won’t hurt me?” she asks again, and Kara smiles.
“I promise,” Kara says. She grabs the drive but feels some resistance as she tugs. The other woman isn’t letting go. Kara looks at her again to find her smiling.
“Funny,” Lena Luthor says. “Because I’m going to hurt you.”
Kara’s head whips back with the force of the hit, blood splattering from her mouth as she falls.
22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? 👩🏼❤️💋👩🏻
For me I fucking LOVE a multiverse like what do you mean they will find each other in every form, in every world, in every time??? What do you MEAN if there’s a version of one that exists the other must be elsewhere waiting for the chance and not knowing it?? What do you MEAN quantum entanglement?????
28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? 🤓
Don’t try to write it correctly the first round, just get material on the page.
Write out your story concepts like you’re writing a transcript of your brain. You’re not editing or correcting or explaining meaning, just conveying exactly what is there as it is. My preferred method is just a big stream of conscious paragraph with no punctuations and often times looks like I’m describing drama to a friend via text - “[…] and then Lena was like Lex what the fuck!!!!!! bitch!!!!! and then Kara freaks out and grabs […] - and then just leave it for a little while. Come back to it later and divide them up into fragmented sentences and concepts and build from there.
When I spend ages trying to think of the right way to write out my ideas more often than not I find I’ve written nothing, and the things left unwritten have faded away from my memory like they’d never been there at all.
30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. 🪦🙀
I have a fic concept I flirt with sometimes where Lena is head of security for Luthor Corp distribution, which handles art and artifacts for hundreds of museums around the world, and she is forced to handle the chaos of some masked thief that keeps stealing things and returning them to their original cultures. Lillian is breathing down her neck to fix this, but no one ever seems able to even get more than a glimpse of the crook - until Lena does.
And Lena realizes three things when she finally sees the masked Robin Hood rip-off:
1.) the thief is a woman, and somehow able to handle such massive robberies alone.
2.) The thief gets sloppy when Lena is there, nervous and bumbling and chatty. She acts like she’s never seen a pretty girl before. Like she wants to impress Lena just as much as rob her.
3.) Lena might not be able to stop the robberies with her wit, but she sure as hell can with her tits.
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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME
SUMMARY — she was the best thing that has ever happened to you, but it seems every move she’s ever made has led to this moment. long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, i was screaming, "long live all the magic we made", and bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered
WARNINGS — canon endgame events, grief, vormir, heavy heavy angst, im warning you this is literally just reader reliving natasha’s final moments alive
You should’ve known what would come of a day that started with gloom hanging over your head, but truthfully, nothing could have prepared you for losing her.
The compound was quiet. It had been for years. Very little through traffic and when it did come, the tone was somber and voices were quiet, carrying a heavy grief that time was only able to amplify, not dull. Your own voices were quiet with it, and tears were spilled routinely, your minds not about to comprehend that the Avengers had lost, and that half the population was gone because of it, Wanda included. She wasn’t the only one though. Bucky was gone, Peter, Sam, and Maria, Fury too. All of the handprints you’d made in the sand had been washed away by an angry tide, and those that remained, only a few, didn’t survive without thick distance and tension growing between them. You couldn’t be together without feeling the weight of what was missing. What you failed to save. Clint was off the grid, Tony was hidden away in a cabin with Pepper and a kid that didn’t know how close she was to having never existed at all, and Steve was out chasing ghosts. The team that had been assembled to save the world had fallen apart, and in the place of heroes were severely traumatized kids wearing adult clothing.
When Tony came to you, after Scott Lang returned from the quantum realm, saying he had found a way to bring everyone back, you should have turned him away. You should have slammed the door in his face and retired to bed beside Natasha, but you didn’t. You would never give up on Wanda, on all of the innocent lives that had chances to be lived again, but had you known you would lose your purpose in the wake of being a hero, you would have taken some steps differently. You would have found a way for everyone to survive, even if the ground opened beneath your feet in the process. But you didn’t do that, and Natasha was gone, and Wanda was traumatized and heartbroken, and you were just alone. Your best friend was back, but your purpose was gone. Natalia Romanov was so much more than just your partner turned girlfriend, or the assassin with a ledger dripping in blood. She was the reason you got up in the morning, the reason you watched so many crime documentaries at midnight, the reason you could only sleep on the left side of the bed even if she wasn't home, because there was a chance she would sneak through that heavy door at one am and crawl in beside you. That chance didn’t exist now. But crime documentaries and American Pie did, but you would never experience them again. Not if you could help it. It hurt too much. Even without them, the only thing that consumed your mind was her last day, and how you wished you would have known what was to come. Maybe you shouldn’t have promised whatever it takes, or let her tell Steve she’d see him in a minute, tempting fate was never a card you should play and you knew that and she knew that, but you both had been so confident. How much worse could things get? You’d both had that mindset. You shouldn’t have. You never thought that you would return without her, with salty tears in your mouth and a heart half empty in your chest, beating, but for what reason. Natasha was dead. Surely there was nothing else to live for. No purpose to serve.
That morning, it had been cold, you remember that much. You had rolled out of bed with tension in your shoulders and an ache in your bones that you tried to ignore and instead put in all of your energy and hope into reversing the blip. It was a spring afternoon in upstate New York, and the biting cold should’ve been your first indication that something was off. For weeks prior, the sun had beat down on pavement relentlessly and left it scalding as a result, but that day, although sunny, there was a strong wind coming off the shore and rustling leaves with strength strong enough to create a rustling sound around the compound. Being together didn’t help the clench in your gut either, it felt strongly of poisoned nostalgia, a painful weight surrounding you that dwelled on how members were missing, how even if you were all together again for the first time in five years, pieces of you were missing. There was a chance this wouldn’t work, and you knew if it came down to that you’d never be together again. This was the Avengers last call, none of you could handle this pain again if things went south. You wish you would’ve cherished that poisoned nostalgia more, and how Natasha grabbed your hand as you lined up to invade the past, but like you’d been doing, you pushed everything aside to focus on the mission.
You’ve never been cold like you were on Vormir. It felt like the marrow inside your bones had frozen over and your blood had turned to slush, but Natasha’s hand was warm when she grabbed you and pulled you along with her, giving you no time to dwell on how dry and unwelcoming the atmosphere was. You wish you would’ve told her how badly your belly clenched with dread the deeper you got into the planet, but you kept quiet, mind set on bringing Wanda and everyone else back. Your girlfriend didn’t seem to notice anything chilling about the planet, keeping a neutral expression that was borderline amazed by everything she was seeing. Never in a million years did you think you’d be exploring an alien planet in the past, searching for a magical rock that would bring half of Earth's population back, but at the time, you were too in your head to really take the beauty in. Even now, you couldn’t appreciate the purple undertones of everything, or the illuminating green glow that lit up the sky.
What’s engraved in your memory isn’t the scent of dirt or dried blood, you couldn’t get that lucky to just remember the little things, instead, its like an endless movie reel in your heart of the feelings you barely had time to recognize as her hand tightened in yours when you realized your fate. When the both of you realized that only one of you was going home and that one of you was never leaving. It feels easier to think of it like that. To think that she’s still there, still breathing, exploring an alien planet and not dead on a pile of rocks, probably just bones at this point, but you know that she's not out exploring, finding a way back to you. Even if you try to forget, the sight of her sprawled on the ground haunts your dreams without your permission. The pool of blood that gathered around her still makes you sick, but even with Wanda tampering in your mind, no amount of scarlet magic can take that image away. She was never supposed to die for the cause. She was never supposed to die at all. In your perfect fantasy, the both of you lived until a hundred, and you had kids, and grandchildren, and a life that was dedicated to more than just the Avengers. That was never in the cards for either of you. Somewhere in your belly you know that, but love had made you blind. When you try to sleep at night, even now, months later, you can still hear the last conversation you had, and how the wind had swept beneath her body and sent her falling, and the sound of her hitting hard ground with no cushion. You can still feel her let go of you. Giving into her fate with ease. Your knees are scarred from the jagged rocks you landed on when you fell to your knees and sobbed for her. When you watched her plummet to her death. It’s a traumatic event that no amount of therapy can heal. You left a piece of you on that planet, and it's still there. No amount of Wanda’s care and comfort can take that hurt away from you. You lost half of yourself that day, and the part that remains is dying slowly every day.
“You don’t have to do this, Nat. We can find another way.” Your words feel obvious, but Natasha’s determined. She’s not scared of dying, you know that she’s never been. She’s faced death so many times that it feels liberating to be the one in control now, but you’re not ready to let her go. It’s selfish, you know that it is, but she’s the best thing that's ever happened to you. She’s supposed to stand by you forever, but here’s fate, forcing you into a goodbye that you’re not ready for. That you will never be ready for.
“There is no other way, detka. You know that.” Her words cut you. She doesn’t mean to hurt you, its the last thing she wants, the last thing she wants you to remember about her, but she sees no other option here. Her mind is made up. You’ve got an entire life to live, but she’s already found salvation. She’s been haunted since she was only a few months old. You've taken away her pain, made her smile, but her eyes are always going to be cold. You're the only thing that kept her holding onto nothing, but it’s time to let go. She has the opportunity to do good; to be good. This was always it for her.
“We can find another way! We will! Think about this, Nat!” You don’t know when you started crying, but you flinch when a hand cradles your cheek so delicately it's almost not there at all and a calloused thumb brushes hot tears from your cheeks. You grab her wrist, pressing her hand against your skin harder. If this is the last moment you have, you don’t want ghost light touches, you just want her.
“This is how it was always meant to be. This was always the endgame for me.” Your girlfriend, a bruised little girl who was forced to take on too much at too young, is the bravest woman you’ll ever know. She’s your heart. The only reason you get out of bed and keep going. She’s your motivation. She’s your inspiration.
“I want to be your endgame!” You choke on the words, feeling like you’ve just been suckerpunched in the gut, but Natasha barely winces.
“You’ll find somebody else.” It’s a promise, spoken so lightly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you did.
The words make you flinch, your eyes bleeding hurt that you can’t hide anymore. You don’t care how selfish you’re being, or how hard you’re making this for her, she needs to understand that you’re willing to lose everything else if it means keeping her. “I don’t want anyone else, Nat! I want you!”
“I know you do, malysh. But that isn’t in the cards for us.” She’s crying now, and it breaks your heart, but you're frozen in place, clinging to the hand that’s still against your cheek. You try to reach for her, to brush the tears from her porcelain skin that’s too pretty to be wet with tears, but you’re completely frozen in place.
“We can write our own cards!” She shakes her head, a sad smile on her trembling lips.
“P-Promise me that you’ll find somebody else. Promise me that you’ll live the rest of your life with no regrets. That you’ll be crazy and reckless and get far far away from the compound and get that bungalow on a beach somewhere. Maybe hawaii.”
“I want that with you! I want sunsets on a beach with you! I want crazy and reckless and freedom with you!”
The tears are falling faster now, and her chin quivers so violently the first time she opens her mouth to speak no words come out. The world is sparkling around her, the green of the sky so dainty it feels wrong to be having this conversation beneath it. “I was enchanted to meet you, but you have to let me go now. You have to let me do this. To wipe out my ledger. To mean more than he thinks I can. Okay? O-Okay? Can you do that for me? Can you let me be who I want to be? A hero?”
“You already are, Nat.” You mean that with everything in you. She’s the bravest woman you know, the only person who would ever be able to overcome everything she’s done. But she’ll never see that. She’ll never be able to see that she’s still an innocent, that she’s still pure and with everything that she does she’s wiping out her ledger. But if this is what she needs, if this will finally convince her that she’s not the monster she dreams of, you can let her have this. You can let her go.
Her eyes pinch shut, and a single tear falls down her face. It’s painfully poetic, like every move she’s ever made has led to this moment. “If you have children someday, please tell them my name.”
She’s afraid of being forgotten. Somehow that hurts more than her willingness to die, then her thinking she’s a monster. She thinks she’s forgettable. She thinks you’re not going to carry her in everything you do for the rest of your life. “You will be remembered. If the only thing I do in this life is keep you alive in memory, then I’ll have lived the best, fullest life.”
A smile pulls at her lips, and it feels so wrong to see in a moment like this, but you can’t help but smile with her. “I had the time of my life fighting with you.”
A sob breaks through your chest, shaking your entire body, and you crash into her with a force, trying to memorize every curve of her body against yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I love you. I love you.” You can’t stop, you need her to know. She needs to know that she was loved here, that she wasn’t just a temporary thing. She’s permanent. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Even if she never escapes this planet, and never gets to live in a bungalow on the beach, and never believes that she’s a hero, she needs to know that she was so so loved and cherished. It’s the only thing you’ve been trying to convey for the last twenty years.
Her hands push you away from her, but youre not willing to let go so soon. You’ll never be ready to let go, but you let her create distance, soon, distance will be the only thing you have. Her hands cup your cheeks, her thumbs digging into your skin so harshly you know you’re going to bruise. Soon, the only thing you’ll have left of her physical body is bruises on your face. “I have loved every single moment I got to spend being yours. I love you. I love you. I love you.” How can she be thinking of you at a time like this? How can she be so selfless when you’re so selfish?
“I know.” Ugly sobs echo around the deserted planet, heavy heaves tearing you apart as she detangles herself from you and prepares to jump. She has all the power here. She’s in charge. It should overcome you with pride, seeing her so full of confidence and certainty, but it breaks you apart instead.
The last words off her lips before she’s just a pile of flesh at the bottom of a mountain are tattooed in your memory. “Live for me.”
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff angst#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x avenger!reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff fic#natasha romanoff oneshot#natasha romanoff has a heart#vormir#endgame
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ta-da, my fills for the @stevetonyisendgame prompt fest in the year of our endgame 2023!! 🎉 thanks to jen@ishipallthings and rini@thahiree for being the best co-mods there ever were and everyone who participated in the exchange and the prompt fest this year, it has been so much fun 😽
soft strange ways (1k, G)
Steve and Tony are only gone for five seconds, but when they reappear on the quantum portal in a swirling pinprick of light, their hair is a bit longer, their clothes are rumpled, they’re gripping onto each other’s hands so hard their knuckles are white, and both of them, for the first time in as long as anyone has known them, look like they might be truly, wholly, blindingly happy.
trapped between two lungs (2k, T)
Tony tears open his front door and stumbling towards him is the same face he still dreams about. He isn’t even wearing a jacket in this freezing cold and there’s blood dripping from somewhere on his body into the snow, and Tony can’t think. All their complicated history disappears somewhere and all he sees is Steve, hurt and afraid.
best laid plans (1.3k, E)
Nomad looks a lot like somebody Tony used to know, and if Tony were anything less than piss drunk, he would have known way before Tony even left Nomad’s mouth. He would have known as soon as those lips fell open and those shoulders tensed because the man in front of him might be able to fool everybody else with that mask tied around his eyes, but not Tony.
He’s drunk, though. He doesn’t know.
tough it out (2k, not rated)
“I don’t—” Then Tony remembers exactly where they are, and Steve’s expression shifts into one of dreadful realisation at the same time. “You’re gonna have to kneel on it, Steve. She thinks you’re my—”
“Kneel on it?”
“Hey, hey, don’t think of it as kneeling for me, right? Think of it as Captain Stevens kneeling for Doctor Potts so Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a shot at getting home alive.”
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FERAY • ✦✦✦✦ • THE NIHILITY • QUANTUM
Sex: Female
Species: ???
Age: ???
Other Titles:
The Dead Star
Himeko's Analyst
Walking heater (???)
Factions:
The Astral Express
The Nameless
World: Astral Express
"To grasp the vastness of your headspace means to grasp every aspect that embodies your being. If you're not ready to embrace the unwanted, then don't be too ambitious."
Feray is a Data Analyst aboard Astral Express. She's worked under Himeko for an indefinite amount of time by utilizing her abnormal mental capacity. Some say that she's everywhere and nowhere all at once.
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About time I revealed her 🫠. Meet my first HSR OC! Interactions and questions are open— I'm getting impatient for the Playstation release of the game TvT.
Other info below the cut!
The Truth: The Sea of Quanta is a chaotic passage containing every cruel possibility. They say that dead stars plunge into the sea when they die.. but what if that sea sent those dead stars afloat?
Every Feray in every universe is dead, not a single one fixed to live by the laws of that world. Yet every bygone soul leaves a single fragment that's then carried aimlessly in chaos. It began with one fragment, then two, then it doubles through the years until by some mercy— every dead fragment had come together to form a whole new soul. This revived star retained broken memories of every land that she could've been in, all in the form of incomplete flashbacks.
Be kind to the dead star, for she's defied the multivariate law of her redaction.
Welt doesn't let her borrow his pencils because Feray keeps losing them.
She's Himeko's official Data Analayst, often assisting in the scientist's pursuit without question.
Himeko designed her cape.
Feray is prone to Stellaron accidents due to her unique manifestation. Her co-staff on the Astral Express got used to her seldom absence because they know she'll always find a way back to the train.
She doesn't necessarily bleed, but she can still get hurt. Her skin is like human flesh, but her blood is darker, reflecting iridescent color at certain lighting.
Her weapon is a Kusarigama. It's said that she obtained her weapon from the land overseen by the sustainer of heavenly principles.
Neither she nor Welt are sure who's older, but they're both the Astral Express contenders for oldest member.
Please keep her away from Blade, she's not keen on letting the man touch her weapons.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail oc#hsr#hsr oc#astral express#welt honkai star rail#himeko honkai star rail#blade honkai star rail#my art#hsr fanart#helveroz 2023#feray honkai star rail#hsr feray
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Nevermore is Burning in Flames!!!
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Female Reader x Enid Sinclair
Wednesday and Enid were the perfect couple. They were both intelligent, ambitious, and fiercely independent and were the major highlight at their college "Nevermore". They had always been drawn to each other, and their love had grown stronger over the years. They were the ultimate power couple, and everyone in the Addams family, and all their peers looked up to them after how Wednesday defeated Crackstone that night and how Enid wolfed out to attack the hyde.
But one day, everything changed. Y/N, a quiet and reserved girl, had been dating both Wednesday and Enid for a while. She had her own powers of Quantum Vision where she can blast quantum energy from her eyes, and Chlorokinesis where she has the ability to control all types of plants which came pretty handy when she wanted to tend to her garden near the greenhouse.
They were a unique and unconventional trio, but they had made it work.
However, Y/N had recently noticed that Wednesday had been getting a little too close with Xavier, and Enid had been spending too much time with Ajax or so she thought.
Y/N felt hurt and betrayed, and decided to give both Wednesday and Enid the silent treatment until they notice but they were too distracted to notice their soft lovers emotions.
It was a typical Tuesday evening in their dorm at Nevermore, and Wednesday was sitting in her study, going through some papers. Suddenly, she noticed something strange. Her lover, Y/N, had been acting distant and ignoring her calls and texts for the past few days. She couldn't understand why Y/N was acting this way, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
Just then, Enid walked into the study. She too had noticed the strange behavior from Y/N and was just as puzzled as Wednesday.
"Have you noticed anything strange about Y/N lately?" Enid asked.
"Yes, I have. I've been trying to contact her, but she's been ignoring me," Wednesday replied, frowning.
"Me too," Enid said. "I don't understand why she's acting this way."
Wednesday and Enid decided that they needed to talk to Y/N and find out what was going on. They both knew that they couldn't just let this go, and they needed to find a resolution.
They decided to call Y/N and ask her to meet them at the Greenhouse, knowing Y/N would love to hangout on half moon nights but, She stopped answering their calls and avoided them at all costs. The two of them thought maybe Y/N is either busy studying or tending to her garden, and continued on with their days as if nothing had changed.
Wednesday and Enid were too busy with their own lives to notice Y/N's absence but they missed having Y/N around in their own ways. Wednesday was focused on her day to day life and was spending more days at the weathervane meeting up with Tyler and sometimes in Xaviers hut with all the paintings of wednesday, that single thought made Y/N's blood boil, and Enid was always out and about, meeting new people and having fun, hanging out with Ajax more knowing how she tried dating him in her comp-het days.
As the days went by, Y/N's hurt and anger turned into resentment.
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Wednesday and Enid were both worried about Y/N. Her powers were something they had never seen before and they didn't know how to handle it. They also knew that Y/N had a tendency to give the silent treatment when she was hurt or upset.
The two of them tried to reach out to Y/N, but she ignored them. Enid suggested that they meet up with Y/N in person to try and talk things out. But when they arrived at the meeting place, Y/N was nowhere to be found.
As the days went by, Wednesday and Enid noticed that Y/N was missing from classes, especially her favorite class, "Herbology". They were both worried about her and knew that they needed to find her and talk things out.
Wednesday decided to investigate. She went to Y/N's favorite spots and asked around, but nobody had seen her. She was starting to feel like they were running out of options.
Enid, being more outgoing and sociable, decided to talk to Y/N's friends and classmates. She found out that Y/N had been feeling overwhelmed by her powers and had been struggling to cope. She had been withdrawing from her classes and her friends.
Wednesday and Enid were both heartbroken. They knew that they had hurt Y/N and that they needed to make things right. They decided to go to Y/N's house and talk to her, but when they got there, they found that she had left a note saying that she needed some time to herself.
Wednesday and Enid were both worried, but they knew that they had to give Y/N the space she needed. They decided to wait for her to come back and hoped that she would find the strength to cope with her powers and forgive them.
As the days turned into weeks, Wednesday and Enid grew increasingly worried about Y/N's disappearance. They had no idea where she could be or what she was going through. They both knew that they had to find her and help her in any way they could. They were determined to bring her back home and make things right.
The silent treatment from Y/N was taking a toll on Wednesday and Enid. They were both sad and confused, not knowing where they had gone wrong. They missed her dearly and couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret.
Wednesday couldn't help but think back to the moments she had with Y/N and wondered where she had messed up. She knew that she had been busy with her career, but she didn't think that it would have affected their relationship to this extent. She couldn't help but feel responsible for Y/N's disappearance.
Enid was also struggling with guilt. She had always been outgoing and sociable, and she had been spending a lot of time with her friends, not realizing that she had been neglecting Y/N. She couldn't help but think that she had let Y/N down.
The two of them tried to talk to each other about their feelings, but they both knew that they couldn't change the past. They had to focus on finding Y/N and making things right.
They both knew that they had to apologize to Y/N and make amends for their mistakes. They wanted to show her that they loved her and that they would do anything to make things right. They wanted her to know that they were there for her, no matter what.
As the days turned into weeks, Wednesday and Enid grew increasingly worried about Y/N's disappearance. They had no idea where she could be or what she was going through. They both knew that they had to find her and help her in any way they could. They were determined to bring her back home and make things right. The silent treatment was taking a toll on them, and they knew that it was time for them to take action and find a way to make things right with Y/N.
The silent treatment from Y/N was taking a toll on Wednesday and Enid more than they thought.They were both sad and confused, making both of them jittery, not knowing where they had gone wrong. They missed her dearly and couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret.
As they were trying to find a way to make things right, they received a shocking news that a huge fire had broken out in the Nevermore forest, which was located near their school. The principal Larissa Weems, noticed a black smoke from the distance and urges everyone to be careful in school.
Wednesday and Enid knew that something was wrong. They both had a feeling that Y/N was somehow involved in the fire, and they knew that they had to find her and protect her. They snuck out of school and ran to the forest, determined to find Y/N and bring her back home.
As they reached the forest, they saw the devastation that the fire had caused. Trees were burning, and the ground was covered in ash. They knew that they had to hurry if they wanted to find Y/N.
They searched for hours, calling out her name, but there was no sign of her. Just when they were about to give up, they heard a faint cry coming from the distance. They followed the sound and soon, they saw Y/N.
As they reached Y/N, they saw that she was covered in soot and ash, and her eyes were glowing with a strange energy. They could see that she was in a lot of pain and that she was struggling to control her powers.
As they looked around, they saw that the forest was burning, and it was all because of Y/N's Quantum Vision rays. She was blasting them all around the forest, and it was clear that she was unable to control her powers.
Wednesday realized that if Y/N heated up any more, it could kill her by burning her alive. She knew that they had to act fast if they wanted to save her. Enid didn't want to witness that, nor did Wednesday. Enid knew that her powers as a werewolf could save Y/N from burning herself to death, so she let herself wolf out.
With her werewolf powers, Enid was able to put out the fire and protect Y/N from the flames.
As they made their way out of the forest, they could see that the smoke was getting worse. Enid, in her werewolf form, tried to blow it off with her powerful lungs but it only made the situation worse. The smoke was getting thicker and it was hard to see where they were going.
Suddenly, Wednesday realized that they had become separated. She shouted for Enid, but there was no answer. She tried to move in the direction where she had last seen Enid, but the smoke was too thick, and she couldn't see anything.
Enid was also shouting for Wednesday, but she couldn't hear her. She was trying to move in the direction where she had last seen Wednesday, but the smoke was too thick, and she couldn't see anything.
Both of them were lost in the Nevermore forest, shouting for each other but not hearing either. They were worried, not knowing where the other one was or if they were safe. They both knew that they had to find each other soon, before the situation got any worse.
As the night went on, they both continued to shout for each other, but the smoke was getting thicker, and the fire was spreading. They knew that they had to find each other soon, before it was too late. They both hoped that the other one was safe and that they would find each other soon.
The smoke was getting worse, and the fire was spreading, but Wednesday and Enid were determined to find each other. They knew that they had to stick together, no matter what. They were the Addams family, and they would always find a way to come back to each other but,
Enid, who was still in her werewolf form, finally found Y/N. She was covered in soot and ash, lying on the ground surrounded by the burnt foliage and fire. Enid could see that Y/N was still in pain and struggling to control her powers.
Enid knew that she had to act fast if she wanted to save her. She ran to Y/N, but as she touched her, she realized that her body was still heated.
As they walked, Enid could see the devastation that the fire had caused. The once beautiful evergreen forest, where they had made love bloom, was now just a patch of soot and ash. The fire had destroyed everything in its path, and it was a heartbreaking sight to see.
Y/N's hands left burnt marks on enids body as she picked her up and carried her out of the forest but with inhaling too much of the smoke enid faints while carrying Y/N's fragile body in her hands.
Wednesday walked frantically in the forest, searching for her lovers. She was worried and scared, not knowing if they were safe or if they had been hurt. She called out their names, but there was no answer.
As she walked, she saw a big burnt area and a wolf protecting something. She ran towards it, hoping that it was Enid and Y/N. As she got closer, she saw that it was indeed Enid, lying in her wolf form, protecting Y/N from the heat.
Y/N was lying on the ground, covered in soot and ash, but she was alive. Wednesday could see that Enid was in pain, and she knew that she had been protecting Y/N from the heat, even at the cost of her own safety.
As the day broke, Enid turned human, lying naked in pain, covering Y/N from the heat. Wednesday saw the burnt marks on Enid's body, and she knew that she had suffered a lot to protect Y/N. She felt grateful and touched by Enid's love and dedication towards her and Y/N.
Wednesday knew that they had to get out of the forest as soon as possible. They were all covered in soot and ash, and they were exhausted. But they were safe, and that's all that mattered.
As Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N were making their way out of the forest, Y/N's condition began to worsen. She was on her last breath, and Wednesday and Enid knew that they had to act fast if they wanted to save her.
Y/N looked up at them, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I was just so angry and scared when you both were entertaining those dumb boys and ignoring me when I needed your love and attention."
Wednesday and Enid's hearts broke as they heard her confession. They knew that they had been wrong, and they had hurt her. They apologized for their actions and promised that they would never neglect her again.
Y/N smiled weakly and said, "I know you both love me, and I forgive you. I just need you to promise me that you will always be there for me, no matter what."
Wednesday and Enid promised to always be there for her and to never neglect her again. They knew that they had to work together to heal the wounds that had been caused by their actions, but they were determined to do whatever it takes to make things right.
As Y/N's last breath passed, Wednesday felt a deep sense of loss and grief. She knew that she had to do something to bring her back. She remembered the necklace that her mother Morticia had given her, a powerful talisman that could summon Goody, the spirit of death.
With tears in her eyes, Wednesday summoned Goody, the spirit of death, and begged her to revive both her lovers. Goody, who was moved by her plea, agreed to bring them back to life.
But as Wednesday watched Goody revive Y/N and Enid, she realized that there was a price to be paid. She knew that she had to give up a part of her soul in order to bring her lovers back to life.
Without hesitation, Wednesday offered a part of her soul to Goody, and the spirit of death accepted it. As she did so, Wednesday could feel a part of her soul being taken away, and she knew that she would never be the same again.
But she didn't regret her decision, for she had her lovers back and they were alive. She knew that they would face many obstacles in the future, but they would face them together as the Addams family and she would always find a way to come back to them, no matter what.
As Enid and Y/N came back to life, Enid couldn't contain her happiness. She hugged both Y/N and Wednesday tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face. She knew that they had all been through a lot together, but they were back together and that was all that mattered.
Enid couldn't help but kiss both Y/N and Wednesday, expressing her love and gratitude for having them back. She knew that they had to work together to heal the wounds that had been caused by the fire and the silent treatment, but she was determined to do whatever it takes to make things right.
Wednesday, feeling overwhelmed with emotions, made love to Y/N as a way to express her love and gratitude for having her back. They knew that they had to work together to control Y/N's powers and to make sure that she would never have to go through something like this again.
Y/N cuddled with both Enid and Wednesday, feeling their warmth and love around her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness and happiness knowing that they were all back together.
As they lay together, Y/N knew that she had found her true family in her lovers and in the Addams family and that they would always be there for each other, no matter what obstacles they faced. They were the Addams family, and they would always find a way to come back to each other, together forever.
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Forward: This post isn't meant judgmentally, targeted at anyone in particular or as a gotcha and I write in entirely good faith.
A question I have for white folks in particular (but also abled people, cis people, etc, but also everyone in general who votes) when engaging with electoral politics is, are you taking measures to protect the rest of us from your candidates? There's no perfect candidate for sure, but that means people will be hurt, and as voters we have a responsibility to call out and prevent harm that our candidates do; if we aren't then we're directly complicit in that harm. Are you willing to put your bodies and minds on the line to protect those who aren't going to be protected by those candidates? Because of the nature of US politics, our own candidates need to be challenged just as fiercely as if someone else got elected.
Again, I'm not against voting at all! I literally vote blue every time and in every election. I think there's strategic value in it, but we have to actually strategize, which hasn't been getting done. Are we actually engaging with why people are hesitant to vote? People use the "you're damaging your own cause!" whenever people seen as "scary leftists" participate in their actions, but it's never applies to liberal and electoral politics even though the same can be said. Trying to harp on and guilt people into voting when without engaging with why that is just damages the cause and pushes them further away. Also note that the majority of people critical of the way electoral politics are done are BIPOC; this is important to think about.
The democrats are objectively better for more people than the republicans, but there are people who are destitute to the point where those two parties are the same. Palestinians for example! Democrats also fund police measure against homeless folks as we see in the PNW, which is strongly blue. Indigenous people here are another similar group– the way indigeneity is legislated here, they're literally programmed to eventually go extinct from a legal standpoint due to the colonial law of blood quantum. Not to mention that reservations are literally, in their words, concentration camps.
Are you going to make things better for yourself and leave others to fall through the cracks? Or are you going to use that to lift everyone else up? This traditionally hasn't been the case, so if you want BIPOC voters to trust you, you have to demonstrate that you won't get attached to you candidates and hold them on a pedestal.
How are you going to assuage fears when people get anxious (and they will!) without also invalidating their fears (which is common under electoral politics votes). Can you do this without a lot of the manipulative tactics a lot of outlets use? (Blaming disaffected BIPOC for when things go wrong, using the "well the other guy is worse!" line.) Folks ask for 1000 step plans when talking about non-electoral political elements, but when engaging with electoral politics people treat it like magic, and if anyone falls through the cracks and complains, they're just being cantankerous. This is only a small percentage of the things that need to be considered.
Election season is also really retraumatizing for folks who have colonized backgrounds. Are you making sure we feel safe? Are we being thought about as real people, instead of just abstracts or as a resource to generate votes, but who are just being obstinate? (As opposed to again, real people with real motivations)
As a final note, people also comment on "Why abstain anyways when you know it's going to be bad either way?" for particularly marginalized people, and I think the answer (folks in those situations can correct me here) is that it's more cathartic to watch the people who let you slip through the cracks fall with you, than slipping through the cracks and watching those same people have brunch and pretend you and your problems don't exist. It's like being trapped in a room with only crumbs to eat while the people on the other side of the door throw a dinner party, and if you complain, yell at you saying that the other guys wouldn't even give you crumbs.
#Ad nauseum mention that I vote blue every time#I'm just the messenger here so direct any angry words at the people running electoral campaigns#Being upset isn't going to change anything#us politics#Sorry if this is jumbled I threw this together in a shabbat half-asleep fugue
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Hey, I'm the Native person that originally commented on the way Land Back was being talked about and how it didn't sit right with me, and I kinda want to apologize. I was mostly expressing frustration with how a lot of "revolutionary" movements in the americas that advocate mass violence as their primary praxis (a la glorious revolution shit) coopt the ideas of Land Back as a sort of "I speak for the savages and this is what they want" strawman, and I should've thought better about how people might take that frustration and run with it in some ugly directions.
I dont really wanna engage with the amount of anti-Native stuff that some people have sent in, but I did want to give you a little bit more info on what Land Back and conservation means to me specifically, and its place in my peoples beliefs. Standard disclaimer, I don't speak for all Native people.
So, Land Back is about restoring a community ecosystem that includes the land and all its people (not just humans, but animal peoples and plant peoples too) as members of society that deserve respect and care. Its about placing ourselves in the context of the world we physically exist in, so we're not removed from the physical world or the natural world or each other, as humans. And it's a movement that recognizes that for the land that people call the United States, the people who have lived here for so long have learned intimately how to be a part of this community. It's not that we're inherently special. Like, Maasai people know more about their land, and Saami people know about theirs and so on and so forth. It's literally just taking the time to learn about it and getting to know it.
As a movement, Land Back recognizes that by moving Natives from our land, we weren't losing property, we were losing all of our social context. It's not like having a bank repossess your home, it's like being forced to live on another planet, where you don't know what you can eat or where is safe or how the animals will act or when the rhythms of daily life are best.
So, Land Back recognizes that we *had* a lot of knowledge, and we still *have* a lot of knowledge, but also a lot of it got lost or was adapted to a weird new environment. It says that giving Natives back their land allows us to try to save what we still know, and relearn and restore what we lost, and also learn more!
As our community has grappled with culture loss and people moving to cities and a lot of mass trauma around blood quantum and culture, there are these ideas about like, becoming native. And I think this is what you're getting at when you talk about the Appalachians, because people who've made their home there over the past centuries have often taken the time as communities to learn the land, and to work with it. And while that obviously doesn't make them NDN, it does make them more a part of their home, the way we became a part of new landscapes when we were forced from lakes to prairies, or from islands to scrubland, or from woods to city. We had to relearn, and I believe that all migrant peoples can become parts of their land.
This is getting long so I wanted to ask that for a lot of people, land back also means a lot of really important legal things. Getting our treaties honored and getting sovereignty over the places we live means that a) we can actually put into place the knowledge that we have eco-wise, but also that we can guarantee for ourselves that the government can't punish us for speaking our languages, that they can't take our children, that they can't force us to move again and again. I don't think a lot people understand how precarious our legal existence is, and how little legal right we have just to exist as a comunity. But I felt like sharing what Land Back meant to me in terms of healing our world, natural and relationship wise, in tangible ways, and how it hurts to have it taken and used as justification for the same kind of forceful violence that has done so much harm to my community.
(Addendum. Native tribes warred, and had territorial conflicts and stuff, but like, we also had diplomacy and a lot of peace time? and it's fucking weird how that's a gotcha for denying land back when there's like, not a single community on earth that hasn't experienced some sort of inter-polity and intra-polity conflict. We still deserve for our relationship to our home to be recognized)
ok now I'm done I promise. thx 4 listening
Thanks so much for all this, I felt my mind just expand a little bit at the part about cultural context— it's like a relationship that goes both ways, right???Like it's not just simplistically "we have important wisdom about this ecosystem/community," it's "this ecosystem/community has important wisdom about us"??
That's not....really what I want to say but I guess it didn't click before that the specific community of creatures and stuff in an area is so impactful upon culture, even though it's kind of obvious.
Like even the idioms I use and the foods I like and the motifs I recognize in poems are all connected to the plants and animals I know. Dandelions have meaning to me because...they're my neighbors, kind of, and I see them doing their thing, and they are so accessible as a symbol for tenacity and flourishing in spite of hardship and resistance to power because I have a relationship with them in some small way. And also on a more concrete and practical note, I can identify venomous snakes in Kentucky, but if you put me in, idk, Peru, I would just die.
I dunno. That bit just REALLY vibed with a lot of insights I've had recently while staring at baby trees, which have made me desperate to transmit them to other people, because an understanding of belonging to a web of connections to other creatures (trees are creatures dont @ me) is SO horribly missing from most modern USamerican culture and I feel that it's literally essential to our continued survival as humans, and also I just kind of feel a piece of my soul healing every time I can recognize a plant. It's literally like seeing your friend out in public somewhere. Hi!!! I know you!!!
So yeah. I think this perspective is neat.
And...I only have even studied in any depth like a fraction of the horrors that have happened to indigenous people on this continent, and the current political panic against supposed "woke" education in schools when they're already teaching straight nationalist propaganda in many cases...terrifying. And I don't really even have anything to lose, compared to the people actually getting erased. The highschool textbook version of US history where "we did all these bad things in the past, but we fixed them all, because we're americans and americans always come to the right answer in the end!" when...uh, No...I hope people seek out other resources (not tiktok) to learn the realities, and I hope that motivates them to care about the present.
But yeah do not feel the need to apologize, this message was a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of the comments I've been getting 😅
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I’m probably not going to answer any anons about it but I also won’t stay silent. In this online community all we have are our words and voices, and as some who is Native, I’ve had none silenced too often. But these are my words and my voice, not the one of a community, as no one can speak for a whole.
It often saddened me that I stayed out of native spaces in the RPC and there is a reason for that: Natalie. She has been abrasive and forceful, even among other Natives. She has talked for all Native communities for so long that not following her lead has often been seen as being lesser native. Not engaging in her campaign against others, at times other natives that were deemed to be lying or not in touch with their culture since they didn’t agree with her views, it left a bad taste in my mouth. In this community, she was seen as the authority on everything native, and even enforced blood quantum in her beginning, pushing out Natives that were not Natives enough out of spaces she was forging for her community. Because it was her community and not a Native community that she was building. Disagreeing with Natalie meant being ostracized and there were no gray areas when it came to others, something she allowed for herself. I have seen other Natives be pushed out slowly for not following the unspoken and ever changing rules of her circle. I have seen her speak over other Natives and even over other POC and BIPOC, from communities she never belonged to, while shouting at others that they had no rights to speak on certain issues.
Over time, I began to notice things, to see cracks and to doubt, something that weighted heavily on me. Questioning my fellow Natives is not easy but in a world full of pretendian, where people lie about Native constantly because of how hard our heritage can be to prove, provoke some serious soul searching on my part. Was I doubting only because I didn’t agree and saw how much damageable this individual could be or was there something more? And with what has been posted in recent days, I have decided to believe that we have been lied to all these years.
Accepting that fact makes some things easier to see and process. Like how her supposed Native heritage was not often celebrated but majorly weaponized, used against others to shine brighter, to stand out, to accuse others of being anti-native. Because not using her resources, not praising her was that, being anti-native. It was used to bully and harass people, a badge of rightfulness that she used constantly. Everyone else wasn’t doing enough for Natives, and while that is often true, it sounded deeply performative, as diverging opinions from her peers were not well accepted. Even when she publicly defended certain people, called them allied, she would turn against them in private, demand that she be more loved and recognized than them.
I’m hurt that it happened. I’m hurt that she lied about her family and that she went as far as including residential schools in her imaginary ancestry. I’m hurt by her actions and my inaction. But I do not trust her words anymore, I do not believe her to be part of the community she tore apart. She enforced blood quantum in networks and she spoke over everyone.
My voice is my own only but she saw hers as above all of us. I will not let that stand anymore.
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I keep seeing people say that they think Blood Quantum (the movie) supports the concept of blood quantum, usually by pointing out that there's no way to know if Joseph's child will survive a zombie bite since her mother was white. I don't think this is so much supporting blood quantum rather than pointing out the inherent flaws in the system. It's saying that by dividing people into categories of who's native and who's not is bad and showing that by pointing out the uncertain faith of an infant, a very vulnerable person, during a zombie apocalypse. It's supposed to make you think, make you question how and why natives are immune and how the system, whatever that is be it some otherworldly force or the virus itself, decides who's native and who's not and how the uncertainty that brings affects the protagonists.
In real life it's the government who decides who's full status or not. Not being status will leave you without the rights our ancestors fought for a long time ago, and strip you of your native identity in the eyes of the government.
A major theme of Blood Quantum is how colonization affected the natives in the film and how in some cases (Lysol, Moon, and James) are now lashing out at others in anger because of the risk the non-natives pose to their safety. The narrative treats their anger, but not their actions, as valid. The movie shows Joss sympathizing with Lysol, she understands his anger at non-natives and how they're treated but she also understands he's just hurting himself and others by acting like this.
Lysol doesn't want non-natives in their reservation, he wants there to only be natives and this actions drives the main conflict and tragedy of the movie. The movie is asking who we are hurting when we try to stay 'pure', and it's that we only hurt ourselves and those who are most affected by the blood quantum system (mixed natives).
So, in my eyes, the system of blood quantum is portrayed as a bad thing in the movie, something that is putting both the native group and especially their youngest and most vulnerable member at risk. It is separating and increasing the tension within the group of survivors and causes the entire settlement to fall apart in the end.
#seeing bad faith critiques of Blood Quantum (the movie) sucks because like. I'm not gonna defend other stuff Jeff Barnaby said/done#but the fact that people will twist the movie to make it seem like it fully accepts/supports the blood quantum system is...
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