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idyllic-affections · 11 months

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Hiii^^ hope youre having a great day/night!! can i ask for platonic Tighnari and his child? where his child got a fever where its temperature hit 100 degrees, like how would he deal with that. If only its fine by you to do! take care and stay hydrated!!

what does tighnari do when his child is ill?

summary. how does tighnari handle his child's illness?

trigger & content warnings. fevers, descriptions of medicine and pills.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort. tighnari & biological child!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. hello lovely!! i went with biological child!reader bc i think that would be a cute dynamic, just tighnari and his lil fox child <3 as someone who lives in a VERY hot state in the united states of america, i have had my fair share of experiences with the heat and fevers and whatnot. heat stroke sucks. getting EXTREMELY sick sucks. one time i had a fever of 106°F. that was crazy. pleaae remember to drink water this summer, especially if you live in a hot place like i do! dehydration can be very very serious.

tighnari, although worried, is confident in his ability to handle his child's fevers.

tighnari is no stranger to heat stroke.

he's no stranger to being extremely sick, either, much as he hates when it happens.

on top of all that, he is no stranger to illnesses and ailments. he's a forest watcher. he's seen his fair share of conditions, so he's more than qualified to take care of his kid.

(he also might be just a little posessive—he dreads the thought of letting some other doctor taking care of them, only to make them even more sick. he's a worried mother fr. he'd be furious with himself and with the hypothetical doctor if something like that ever happened.)

he's very doting, but almost in an overbearing way LMAO

tighnari has them take medication on a very regular schedule. it's as if he has a sixth sense for when it's time for them to take their medicine again.

he may craft the medicine himself using local flora, but if their fever is bad enough, he'll go to sumeru city to pick up pills or liquid medicine (depending on what his child can take; as a person who can't take most pills, i totally understand being unable to swallow them). in the time he's gone, he usually has collei watch them. he trusts her.

he also sets a damp rag on their forehead, changing it every now and then once he feels like its absorbed enough heat from their body.

tighnari just stays very close to them in general if possible. he's worried, and he's noticed that they get a little fidgety and restless in their fever-induced delirious state if he's not around. when their fever delirium is at its peak, they might even cry if they can't hear or smell or otherwise sense him.

if he's busy with something he absolutely cannot reschedule or push back, he'll leave them with a clothing item of his. it's not the same, but it's better than nothing.

he often ends up sat at their bedside because of this. he can't have them stressing out; it'll both make their fever worse and make it harder for them to recover.

tighnari also does his best to keep them cool. sumeru is both hot and humid, and he knows from experience that their ears and tail will retain a lot of that heat, so he does a lot to keep their overall body temperature down.

he'll often end up carrying them to the river below gandharva ville so they can cool off like that. he'll carry them back, too. they may be too unwell to walk straight and he doesn't want to risk them falling or otherwise hurting themselves.

another thing he does is makes sure they eat enough.

they may not want to nor feel like they need to, but they do need to eat. if he somehow fails to coax them into eating, he'll get collei. it's hard to deny collei when she cooks specifically for them.

tighnari is said to be a little irritable when they're ill.

best not to ask him any dumb questions if his kid is sick (there are no dumb questions... not until his beloved child isn't doing well LMAO)

you think "teacher mode" is bad under normal circumstances? wait until you ask him something silly when his kid is ill.

yeah...

he's overall just very doting and attentive and worried for their health. everything goes back to normal once they're on their feet again <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x child reader #genshin impact x child reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x child reader

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bangtanfancamp · 1 year

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Headed to the Mountains |KNJ

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•one shot

•Masterlist

•pairing: songwriter Kim Namjoon x oc with chronic pain

•word count: 3,465

•genre: escapism, hurt/comfort, smut, established relationship

•rating: MATURE/ 18+

•warnings: current event commentary, somewhat anti- American sentiment (I live in Texas so I see a lot of mess first hand 🫤 it’s my country but my god, it’s messy), stress, chronic pain, high sensitivity, sensory issues, first person voice, smut smut smutty smut, oral (female receiving and male), tandem oral, smex, doggy style?, Namjoon’s big brain during smex, smut with feelings and a lot of thoughts (as usual) ((all my air sign placements really coming out to play

•a/n: idk what this is, besties, besides extremely unedited and wildly indulgent. I may change the voice out of first person and all the “i’s” to “you’s” but it’s up the way it’s up for now. 🤷🏽‍♀️The world is just a horrifying place right now, especially in the US, and I just wanted to write something that felt like a small refuge, spend a little time some place that felt better, so we’re back in Namjoon’s living room. Also, who better to escape into the woods and away from reality with than the founder of namjooning himself ((also also, that bit about Pennsylvania was 100% true. It’s wild here, man))

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“I cannot get comfortable for the life of me,” I huff grumpily.

It’s a Monday night, late in March. The threat of rain has been looming for hours. Despite its sudden absence in the forecast when I check the weather app, I can still feel it in my bones. In the raw, creaky way my joints scrape against each other. The way the inflammation in my body burns like fire ants beneath my skin.

Namjoon is quick to notice from across the room.

“This weather’s been making your body feel like hell this spring.”

“Yeah, I hate to begrudge it though. Winter was even worse.”

“Gosh, it really was huh?” He frowns at the laptop screen on his desk. He’s got the tiniest beanie shoved on his very big head but somehow, it works. The tips of his hair peak past the beanie’s brim, brushing the mussed hair of his furrowed eye brows. “God, I can’t stand to stare at a screen a second longer.”

He peels his gold rimmed glasses off his nose, rubbing the little indentions they've made along the bridge and pressing his fingers into his closed eye sockets. I can tell he’s exhausted and miserable too about how much energy life seems to require of him these days.

“I’m going to scoop you up and make you the most comfortable woman in the world, I promise. Just give me like three minutes.” He tips back in his desk chair, the spine of it sliding out to a wide reclined angle as his long legs stretch out in front of him.

“Why did we spend so much money on a couch that’s not even comfortable, joonie?” I whine, shifting once again.

“Because the last one was even less comfortable than this one,” he reminds me, “and at least this one is cognac leather,” he shrugs. “It’s comfy on the eyes at least”

“Well I need it to be comfy for my bones.” I grunt, shoving yet another throw pillow out of your way. “Maybe we should pick up and move to the shore, like in a regency novel. I think the air would be good for me. I wonder if American healthcare accepts existential dread and deep chronic pain as enough of a reason to just financially support us until I turn to dust.”

“You and your TikTok algorithm both know as well as I do that America will do no such thing,” Namjoon chuckles with his eyes closed.

“I know…. But they should take at least some culpability. God knows most of my health problems probably exist BECAUSE of them.” I slide the strap of my bra and shirt off my shoulder, not because I want to be a seductress but because the elastic is cutting into my throbbing right trap muscle and if I don’t get some of the tension off of it, I might scream.

“Right? Did you hear about the latex spill in the Delaware river yesterday? The entire city of Philadelphia doesn’t have usable drinking water right now. My friend there literally got a text message about it from the city strongly recommending every use bottled water only until

Further notice. One and a half million people woke up to that text Message! It’s insane.” Namjoon pulls his oversized hood up over his beanie as he looks up at the ceiling, ankles crossed beneath the desk.

“Lord, haven’t we lived through enough of this? I’m so tired, joonie.” I can hear how pitiful I sound. To his credit, he treats me just the same as when I sound intellectually astute and strong. I’ve always liked that about him.

“If the world is going to hell in a hand basket anyway, maybe we should look into a- moving internationally and b- signing up for a payment plan on one of those YouTube influencer mattresses,” Namjoon tips his head my way, and suddenly my heart feels a little more light.

“Ooo, the helix?“ I smile, for perhaps the first time tonight.

His dark eyes twinkle in the low evening lamplight.

“ I actually did some research and found one made out of avocados.”

“Is that as close as I can get now that my body has decided it’s allergic to Avos?”

Namjoon’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “God, your body would find a way to betray you like that wouldn’t it?”

“It’s not my fault I’m too delicate for this world,” I shrug.

“I forget you were born inside a flower that protected you from the world with its petals until it bloomed, thumbelina.”

“If I could take a nap inside a peony right now, I’d do it in a heartbeat…. The pollen might be too much though.” I sigh.

“Come here,” Namjoon laughs, standing from his chair and extending his hand toward me.

“Where are you taking me?”

I slip my knuckles between his and knock against his shoulder with my head.

“To my bumblebee. Take you on a spin around the block” he winks.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say take a ride. It’s like the only lyric you use these days” I snicker, bumping the curve of my hip into his.

“You’re supposed to write what you know,” he shrugs.” It’s not my fault your hips are your area of expertise.”

He winks at me and god, if he took every piece of clothing off of me right now, I’d ride him in a heartbeat.

Shit. Knowing him, he can probably feel my response to him without even looking at me. Sure enough, he looks down, smiling until his dimples dip in his cheeks, and damn it, I’m so captivated by the focaccia dough dips in his face that I stumble into the corner of the wall. My hip catches and I yelp, more embarrassed than in pain.

“Shh, hey, I got you.”

That calm voice of his is so low right now as his palm curves around the dip in my hip that got nicked by the wall. I tip into his long, warm torso and let him guide me into the bedroom. I’m clearly too disoriented and agitated to make it here without careening into something else and frustrating myself, so I’m happy for the assistance. Besides, being scooped up in Namjoon’s substantial hands is never a bad place to be.

“Thanks, baby. I needed that.”

I press my temple into his chest, kiss his ribs. Marvel at the resistance of muscle I feel beneath his soft green shirt. I press my nose into the fabric and let the warmth of him calm me. His other hand strokes soft knuckles along my jaw. His touch is so light and sweet - I feel my shoulders drop as he does it.

“Pick me up?” I whisper, eyes lifting softly to look up at him from where I’m pressed into his chest.

His hands slide up my sides, palms pressed into my waist as he lifts me. The soft grunt he makes as my thighs wrap around his ribs makes something in my brain feel a little fuzzy. Life is better like this, I think. Our faces nuzzled cheek to cheekbone, his hands fitted beneath my thighs, mine trailing softly through the silky bits of his hair peeking out of the back of his beanie as my arms drape over his shoulders like fabric. I can feel the knot of tension in the middle of my spine begin to untie itself as I melt into him. God, I’m so happy he exists.

“Where would you like to go, princess?”

Namjoon kisses the top of my ear, and that fuzzy tingle in my brain is back.

“What are my options?”

I press my lips softly to his throat in light, meditative kisses. They’re more like delicate exhales. My tongue barely tips out to taste his skin. Just a touch. Just a taste. Sleepy and slow because that’s all I have the energy for. His eyelids do that hazy half flutter that tells me he likes it enough to pretend he doesn’t so that I’ll keep going. I smile as he gently tips his head to the side, as if waiting for my answer, but really he’s just giving me more room to access that spot behind his ear that likes my lips. Let’s humor the man.

“We could go to the bed, the shower, the bath…” he gasps a little on the last word, the ah sound coming out too airy as I gently mouth at his pulse point and his grip on my thighs gets tense. “Or there’s a ….counter right here.” His head tips toward the half bath in the hallway as his fingers dig into the meat of my legs.

When I look up to meet his eyes, they’ve gone serpentine. Deep and dark and heavy as he holds me close. I can feel how shallow his breathing is becoming and I smile, sleepy and soft as he watches me.

“Take me to bed, Joonie.”

He’s kissing me before I can even finish his name.

He tips the door open with one of his feet before squeezing us both through the threshold of it. With his eyes closed and his tongue between my lips, he’s bound to crash into something and he does. He thunks an elbow, I knock my head, but in seconds, he’s cradling it where I’ve bumped the wall, spilling “sorry, I’ve got you, sorry,” onto my tongue as he pulls me in closer.

The spell doesn’t break.

He’s big and he’s bulky but he’s careful with me as he lays me on the bed and climbs over me. His mouth doesn’t leave mine even as he peels off each piece of my clothing. His movements are slow, his touch tender as he does.

Namjoon has learned how to soothe my body when it’s alert like this. Knows the cool air feels refreshing and crisp when my skin is hot with pain and sensitivity so he gets me naked with a deft touch. He knows the feel of his skin is grounding for me so that soft green shirt of his hits the floor. Knows I love his hair so the beanie goes next. Knows I love the strength in his thighs so his shorts are next as he tugs my hips down beneath his to let me wrap my legs around his slim waist.

I'm so wrapped up in the warmth of him that I don’t realize he’s tugged my silk pillowcase beneath my head. It’s cool when my head falls back and I smile, toothy and wide, as his plush lips sink into my skin. He’s at my collarbone now, then the volume of my breasts. His breath is warm, the air is cool and his substantial hands grip me firm like dough he’s being careful with as he kneads.

His cock brushes against me between my legs and the bright feeling it sends sparkling through me makes my breathing stutter.

“Joonie,” I shiver, and I can feel him smile against my skin. See his eyes flash up at me in the dark.

“We do too much, baby.” He breathes, voice smoky and low like the dragon he is.

I don’t know what he means. My critical thinking is losing its sharpness as he suckles warm and soft at the dip of my ribs.

“Too much?” I can feel my brows crumpling, but his tongue is so warm on my stomach that my hands dig into his shoulders without my consent.

He reaches up to brush one hand over mine.

“Shhh, easy. We’re trying to relax you, not tense you up.”

He’s smiling. I can barely see him but I can feel him and I know his grin would only dissolve me deeper into the mattress.

“We do too much, we deal with too much. God, your skin is too motherfucking much,” he squeezes me, latches his soft mouth onto my waist and tugs at the skin. I can feel the bruise blooming there, but he’s off and on to the next before I can even get words out. “Your body is always trying to process all of it, but it’s too much. Let me take care of some of it- let me help.”

When His tongue slips between my legs, his strong hands push my legs wide, press them down when he feels me buckle. His breath is so warm, his mouth is so molten, his nose on my clit is so gentle- it all leaves my body in an exhale. Tension drops off like melted wax and I feel myself go supple in his palms as I let him do what he wants with me.

“There’s been so much chaos. So much to deal with. So much to do. I just want to run away from it all with you.”

His tongue is languid as it works on me. The rush of warmth undoes the aches in my body better than a hot bath ever has.

“Then let’s go, Joonie. Where do you want to go? I’ll follow you anywhere.” And I mean it. They’re not lusty rambles. They’re not hollow words. I’d follow him to the edge of the world.

He puts that plump mouth of his over my clit and the gentle way he slurps me up melts my bones into soup broth and clears my head.

“You’ll let me take you anywhere?”

He looks up at me, his mouth never leaving his post, working me slowly as he waits for my reply. His mouth is so wet, his eyes are so sharp and my body is just another piece of music he’s learned how to perfect. I nod, bottom lip bit between my teeth and relax as much as I can as he composes a symphony between my legs. His smile folds the crinkles around his eyes, and his aura flickers between lovingly soft and steadily authoritative as he doubles down, wrapping his arms around my legs to scoop my hips up into his face and pressing into me, deeper, faster, harder.

I arch up when he does, gasping as my shoulders lift up, my fingers twist in the bedspread, my jaw goes slack. He’s really doing a number on me and all I want to do is say thank you and let him continue.

He slides up my body then, one hand behind my head bringing my forehead to his as the other grips my hip with enough pressure to split it apart as he tips his cock inside me in a way I didn’t know I needed. The sound is squelchy and wet and he smiles as his nose bumps against mine.

“You’ll follow me?”

He sounds cocky in a way he hasn’t in a while and a little piece of me loves it. His hips are fluid as his cock rocks in and out of me. All I can do is nod wildly, disoriented as I clutch him close to me. My legs are folded up, feet along his hips for purchase with my knees butterflied wide. I’d laugh at how much I must look like a frog if this didn’t feel so good. He’s got a hand beneath my bum, lifting my hips off the bend and gliding his cock so deep into me that surely my organs are all shifting wide like the Red Sea to make room for him.

“Wherever you want to go,” I hum, arms falling slack. I’ve lost the energy to hold on to him, but he’s got me held up so precious and tight that we’re still more intertwined than two fibers of thread in a tight knit sweater. I’ve fused into him and now every breath is in tandem.

“I’m gonna take my girl away from here.”

His thumb brushes my bottom lip and I feel myself flush at his tenderness.

“Yeah?” My eyes are wide, following his. He hovers above me, furrowed face sculpted with intensity and aggression as his body works mine into ecstasy. I’ve really acquiesced to the fact that I’m nothing more than a soft lump of clay in his hands that he’s working with precision. I’ve always wanted to be a work of art.

He slips my breast into his mouth like a lychee jelly, moaning at the feel of me tightening around him when he does it. Pumping harder, faster, deeper, only to pull out and dip his long fingers into the mess he’s made. He slathers it over all my sensitive bits, caressing with finesse as sparklers crackle in my vision.

When He pulls me up and into him, my face is pressed between his pecs and god, I can’t keep it together. I kiss them furiously as he works, clutching onto his arms, dragging my fingers down his abs as he slides his glossy fingers over my clit like he’s casting a spell. I can’t breathe… I can’t breathe… I can’t….

But I can because I have to- Namjoon won’t ease up until he gives me the sweet oxytocin of release by his hands and I wouldn’t have it any other way. So I dig deep and exhale slow and controlled, whimpering as he rockets past that orgasm to send me into preparing for the next one. He smirks like I’m his plaything and I comply with no resistance. I’ll have as many rounds as he gives me. I’m a big girl. I can handle- Oh!

At least, I thought I could handle anything. Naive me, I suppose.

I smile into the sheets when he tips me over onto all fours. He kisses my shoulders, kisses along my spine, brushing his thumbs on the folds on my hip, all tender and kind and syrupy sweet as the behemoth between his legs tips ever so slowly inside of me despite my incredible tightness, and I don’t know whether to breathe or scream so I press my face into the bedding and giggle like there’s something wrong with me.

“Take you somewhere quiet,” he slides in deeper. “With no noise,” he thrusts. “No news.” He thrusts. “Just nature.”

My chest feels tight with affection but my body feels limps like a rag doll as he pumps me silly. His gargantuan hands holding up my hips are the only thing keeping me from sliding off the bed and melting into the floorboards.

“Joonie, i’d- I’d love that,” soft puffs of air leave me with each fluid roll of his hips. The snap at the end of the graceful flourish knocks my skull a little loose but I don’t mind. Thinking so little is really quite nice.

“Take you for walks, lay with you in nature, fuck you like this in an outdoor bath tub while we watch the stars.”

His hand glides down my spine as he paints beautiful pictures with his words. My heart and my body don’t know which way is up.

“Escape all this chaos. At least for a little bit.” He smirks. I catch a glimpse of it as I look over my shoulder, reach back to hold his hand.

“I might never let you drag me back to the real world.” My smile is gooey, fond and so is his now. His dimples have come out - all his sincerity and heart on display, as his hips still even as he still fills me up.

“I can write poetry in the wild,” he shrugs. “My music would probably be better for it.”

He looks bashful and soft. The juxtaposition of his strong body and sweet face make me dip forward. He slides out of me, watching with confusion as I guide him to stand beside the bed.

When I flip onto my back, letting my head loll backwards off the bed in front of him, he arches a brow at me. I just chuckle and pull him forward by the back of his legs.

“Come here. I want to make my own music.”

I take the length of him into my mouth and he topples over, hands bracing on either side of me on the bed. He groans so sweet and low that I smile as I take him deep. His knees buckle when my nose tips softly against his balls as I suckle him slowly and it takes everything in me not to laugh at how happy I am.

His hands travel my body as his mouth occupies itself. He makes a meal of my breasts, takes a drink between my legs, holds my throat to lighten my breath. When we cum in tandem, he collapses to my side as we catch our breath in silence.

The night is still, the air is cool and rain is finally trickling against the windows.

Our bodies are spent and our plan is set.

We’ll run away soon enough.

But now, cradled breast to breast, we sleep knowing our world is just the smallest bit brighter.

#bts smut #kim Namjoon smut #rm smut #rapmonster smut #BTS fic #kim Namjoon fic #kim Namjoon comfort fic #kim Namjoon x you #kim Namjoon x reader #kim Namjoon x oc #kim namjoon x y/n #BTS x you #bts x female reader #kim Namjoon x female reader

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tayshifts · 1 month

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Extra things I scripted into my MHA DR

Some are safety related and some are for my convenience as i was worried about them

Mosquitoes, lice, ticks, fleas, cockroaches, silverfish, and bed bugs don’t exist.

There is no rape in my DR.

There is no racism or racial prejudice.

There is no homophobia and no transphobia. There are no surgical requirements for transgender people to be able to change their gender legally. No ban on same sex marriage or same sex adoption. Equal fucking rights. LOVE IS LOVE BITCH

I take Mineta’s place in Class 1-A. Mineta is not in my DR.

UA has always had the dorms.

I have enough money to always live comfortably. UA provides all students with stipends

No one in my Class or Class B will die.

Midnight will not die

Present Mic will not die

All Might will not die

Eraserhead will not die

There is no hero licensing exam. We are given our licenses at the discretion of our teachers at our school, based on when they think we are ready for them. Class 1-A and 1-B all receive hero licenses after the events at the Training Camp and Kamino.

TikTok exists in my DR, younger heroes often have their own TikTok accounts to gain popularity.

Current music exists in my DR

We speak English at school but everyone is fluent in both english and japanese

I cannot be expelled

The Hero Support course develops a fabric for Hagakure so that she can wear something during hero work and still retain her invisibility. AKA used her hair as a base like they did for Mirio

Hagakure can also control when she is invisible and since her hero quirk will be similar to Mirio’s in concept, it will turn invisible with her

I do not know the plot as it will play out beyond where I enter my DR. For example, I will not know about the attack on the Camp prior to the attack starting

There is no Covid-19 in my DR

We have the same homeroom teacher for all three years at UA.

UA has professional therapists to help hero students cope with stress and emotions that come with hero training. These therapists can make sure students in need of mental health counseling and medication receive the proper care. (Amajiki)

UA is a college and all students are 20 upon entering their first year at UA, no matter the program.

Eri is not aged up, despite all other characters being aged up. She is still a child.

I will always remember my classmates and their hero names

Spotify Premium is just how spotify works in my DR, for free

UA gives students access to all streaming platforms. Netflix, Disney, HBO, Hulu, etc

Squishmallows has ProHero squishmallows

Sir Nighteye doesn’t die. He is injured but he and All Might will reconcile and All Might will finally explain why he couldn’t give the quirk to Mirio

The War Arc doesn’t happen, there is a better solution

Instead of the Licensing Exam, we do interschool training exercises to promote working together in the future and being exposed to other future heroes, not just our class or school’s.

I have the right adaptors/chargers/etc for outlets used in Japan

The zombie ova doesn’t happen

I understand the metric system

I understand the yen to US dollar conversion and my banking is set up when I arrive, so I don’t need to worry about it

We have the same dorm building all three years, they just change the signage to signify what year we’re in

Each dorm room has its own private bathroom. There are still the communal baths

Fatphobia is a no <3

Hidden cameras in public and nonpublic spaces aren't a thing.

The toilets are like the ones in America

ADHD/stimulant drugs are legal. I have no issues getting any of my needed medications in Japan and can get them easily from local pharmacies

Stronger Western deodorants are available in Japan, easy to find

#reality shifting #shifters #shifting #shiftblr #quantum jumping #shifting realities #shifting community #shifting to mha #mha shifter

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decolonize-the-left · 2 years

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[...]The language we use to talk about racism is obviously distorted, a big clue that something is being hidden. It's pretty easy to pinpoint the source: most White people can't handle talking about racism. We flail. We don't understand the subject, we get really uncomfortable, and we either clam up because we don't want to say the wrong thing, or we bust out the whitesplaining (FYI, this is a best-case scenario. It can be much worse).

To mitigate our shortcomings, we surround ourselves with comforting words. Words that feel neutral. Words that don't point fingers (at us). Words that center Whiteness, while erasing the harshness of discrimination and segregation. We reject words that we feel are too direct, that might reveal complicity on our part.

[...]Dr. Robin DiAngelo, a White critical racial and social justice educator who created the term "White Fragility," breaks it down like this:

"White people in North America live in a social environment that protects and insulates them from race-based stress. This insulated environment of racial protection builds white expectations for racial comfort while at the same time lowering the ability to tolerate racial stress, leading to what I refer to as White Fragility."

White Fragility is a state in which even a minimum amount of racial stress becomes intolerable, triggering a range of defensive moves. These moves include the outward display of emotions such as anger, fear, and guilt, and behaviors such as argumentation, silence, and leaving the stress-inducing situation. These behaviors, in turn, function to reinstate white racial equilibrium."

We've had all the basic ideas we've needed to understand racism for a long time. The only reason to pay attention to the packaging is to observe that it's pointing to the real problem: the idea that we as White people are entitled to be lazy. We expect to be served knowledge about race and racism in palatable doses. We expect to rest in our fragility.

The solution: Put in work. We are not newborn babies or fancy teacups. We have the ability to actively seek knowledge and understanding.

As Vernā Meyers says, "not enough White people have done their work":

"After all the resources spent and goodwill extended, many white people, in exasperation, ask me why we haven't gotten further in racial understanding or increasing the diversity in our workplaces and lives. Sometimes, they don't like my response. I tell them what I have come to believe. Not enough white people have done their work: the work of seeing the barriers to true meritocracy, the work of putting themselves in the shoes of black people to learn more about their experiences and perceptions, the work of understanding how being white has shaped their worldview and self-perceptions, and the work of gaining the skills of deciphering and managing cross-racial and cultural dynamics. That's a lot of work, but without it you cannot create fundamental change in your sphere of influence."

source

The full article is worth the read.

#reblog #signal boost #important #anti-racism #decolonize

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depressedgarbages-stuff · 10 days

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All posts of the situation of 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 I saw today (Thu, Apr 25.):

https://www.tumblr.com/nezreblogz/734467958911451136?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/736172075076780033/article?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/whataboutmywings/736232599642619904/free-palestine?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sweetface-the-dollbaby/745862968786518016/every-day-i-think-about-the-religious-anime-girls?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/soon-palestine/743855855384117248?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/runawaycarouselhorse/746203396114202624/please-help-the-family-of-a-non-verbal-autistic?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/radicalgraff/743861119315296257/corrected-mcdonalds-bus-stop-ad-in-london?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/vexheart/736039366448824320/this-is-a-cry-for-help-lmfao-keep-boycotting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/744337087053119488/boycott-eurovision?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/mothergoddessofmadripoor/746807943685652480?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cat4755776/739347349715943424/id-just-like-to-acknowledge-that-south-africa?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/secretivedreams/743436403884572672/you-simply-cannot-fit-more-america-into-a-single?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/blackpearlblast/735208401673601024/you-can-give-seven-days-of-internet-connection-to?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/greencarnation/737082268830597120?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/oneshortdamnfuse/744080529272553472/one-of-many-pieces-of-information-rarely-discussed?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/booskwan/740821271441473536/melissa-barrera-the-actress-who-got-fired-from?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/iamheretemporarly/742593739911036928/ramadan-is-coming-up-and-i-cant-stress-enough-how?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/744478667817746432/the-thing-is-israel-admitted-to-this-from-the?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the--anarchists/742177083929837568/one-of-the-things-that-pisses-me-off-most-about?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/soon-palestine/745300023669063680/im-personally-a-holocaust-survivor-as-an-infant?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cherifaouachani/738496292768055296/there-is-always-endless-money-for-war?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rottin6/744589413880938496/this-ramadan-we-pray-for-peace-and-aid-for-the?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/headspace-hotel/732921867660312576/holy-shit-dont-stop-talking-about-the?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/seasonofprophecy/748287886216101888/hey-everyone-please-consider-buying-the-2024?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/redvelvetwishtree/739367227130789888?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/memingursa/739233822021910528/these-dumb-fucking-fascists?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/khaleesiofalicante/739468898885353472/this-is-important-the-western-media-did-not?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/intersectionalpraxis/743234087276478465?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/742405482297393152?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nezreblogz/740228554846011392?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nothazellevesque/743365308140683264/a-man-self-immolated-in-front-of-the-israeli?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tedcruzisthezodiackiller/743516619154817024?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/titleofpersonage-p01/744704163652501504?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/princess-of-thebes-1995/740332131940761600/non-us-citizens-and-foreigners-lives-should?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/gentl3manly/745678225948164096/dont-stop-talking-about-palestine-dont-stop?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/turtletoria/740869458940329984/palestine-will-be-free-in-our-lifetime-dont?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ladychlo/741124592008101888/motaz-azaiza-interviewed-by-ajstream-after?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/i-am-aprl/741521697533050880/un-said-gaza-needs-70-years-to-be-livable-at?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/witchywitchy/741588314249936896/keep-talking-about-palestine?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/adropofhumanity/746845065226452992?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/747909998170030080/donate-to-urgent-help-my-family-to-evacuate-from?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/748129682977914880/donate-to-help-us-to-save-our-dreams-from-the-war?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairuzfan/748506410398154752/update-even-more-vegetables-for-rafah-camps?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/detective-like-i-give-a-damn/747224531111903232/so-i-got-this-email-a-couple-hours-ago-the-unrwa?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/i-am-aprl/747199128861294592/lets-not-forget?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/the-eyespy/743188186107363328/palestinian-women-were-forcibly-nked-in-the?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sar-soor/744494862324334592/save-my-family-from-the-war-in-gaza-organized-by?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/khizuo/742681705241018368/our-home-bombarded-and-destroyed-organized-by?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/northgazaupdates/746526187435819008/1-april-2024-sources-report-the-occupation-has?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/747254687828410368/gazans-return-to-indescribable-destruction-of?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/intersectionalpraxis/748312330808524800/us-backed-israhell-has-been-and-continues-to?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/shehzadi/743836884884717568/the-flour-massacre-is-ongoing-it-is-everyday-it?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairuzfan/746348597981986816?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/straight-from-gaza/748502717125771264/despite-ongoing-israeli-occupation-attacks-and?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/palipunk/747583212014927872/donate-to-evacuate-my-family-from-gaza-to-safety?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/747321157896798208/donate-to-help-aya-evacuate-her-injured-uncle?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/violottie/746498669873954816/palestinian-christians-in-gaza-observe-easter-amid?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/748410444300075008?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/peacefullyraging/745482972076048384?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/748497690307035136/israeli-troops-will-not-face-criminal-charges-over?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/radicalgraff/748702477887619072?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/soon-palestine/748000255716491264/from-gaza-to-south-korea-one-struggle-against?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairuzfan/748685670945570816/update-north-gaza-aid?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/taviamoth/748669412000907264/students-at-harvard-university-launched-an?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/intersectionalpraxis/748388699106050048/imagine-this-happening-in-any-city-in-the-world?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/intersectionalpraxis/748312322394718208?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/combaticon/748642504432320512/imagine-calling-palestinians-documenting-their-own?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/90-ghost/748498242322513920/200-days-of-genocide-i-dont-know-for-how-long-it?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/748419521808908288?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/theivorybilledwoodpecker/747706575940157440?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/intersectionalpraxis/748312352426950656/shai-davidai-needs-to-be-fired-that-zionist?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fallahifag/748579518430740480/visual-by-zayn-alarbi-words-by-ibrahim-nasrallah?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/thenewgothictwice/747369129089073152/april-10-2024-palestinians-spent-their-eid?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairuzfan/745842887996080128?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/genuinelyshallow/746310033452793856?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/edwordsmyth/745958510416822272/bisan-owda?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/747685699043639296/free-them-all?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairuzfan/745883538962939905/a-reminder-that-israels-founding-fathers-literally?source=share

#free gaza #gazaunderfire #gaza under attack #gaza strip #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #gaza #palestinian genocide #all eyes on palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #save palestinians #palestine #tel aviv #jerusalem #iran #yemen

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shuttershocky · 1 year

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Any reasons why Asian stories are super into transmigration and reincarnation tropes? They've been pretty prevalent in East Asian stories for some time but I've heard it's starting to pick up on Southeast Asian dramas as well.

When the concept of reincarnation is a deeply held belief in many Asian countries, it would be surprising for it to NOT show up within their art.

Transmigration is the same. Thanks mostly to US and British influence, there's a whole subculture around being able to take your family to the US/Europe as a sign of being successful. Growing up, many people I knew had the endgoal of moving to America and living a better life.

And while Americans may think their country has nearly everything backwards (it sure does), I cannot stress enough how the US looks bad because it compares itself to other industrialized, first world nations. For many in third world Asia, living conditions in the US are still seen as a huge upgrade, and the strength of the dollar vs our weaker currencies mean someone earning piss poor wages in dollars can send half of it home to their families and still make more money than if they worked most jobs here.

Some classmates I had in gradeschool even had their mothers save up money while pregnant just to fly to the US in order to give birth, sheltered by family already living there, just so their child would be able to get a US citizenship and passport before coming back to the Philippines. As crazy as that sounds, that actually did give a huge advantage, as an American passport can get to most other countries without a visa, while a Philippine passport has to pay hundreds of dollars in order to get rejected for a Japanese visa for the third fucking time.

Also, Southeast Asian dramas take great influence from Eastern asian dramas, as the latter have always been huge here. Just ask a random Filipino woman who watched TV in the early 2000s what they thought of Meteor Garden.

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avpdvoidspace · 2 months

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currently thinking about cultural differences when it comes to avpd. I'm french-american and have lived in multiple places on both continents, I've noticed that I am significantly more stressed out being outside in the united states than I am in most of europe, especially in countries like france, belgium, etc.

in america, especially in the midwest/southwest/south, there is a big expectation to be friendly. smiling, making small talk, talking in a chipper voice, etc. because anything else is seen as rude! here it's very normal for a stranger on the street to approach you for whatever casual conversational reason while that rarely happened to me in western europe, unless I'm in a big city and they're trying to scam me.

living in the southwest US right now I have to have my friends order for me because I cannot put on a big fake smile or talk in that customer service voice :( it's not the server's fault but I'm very neutral-faced and monotone naturally and I also hate being asked personal questions. I KNOW it comes off as rude but I can't help it hrrrr... interacting with people is already hard enough without having to act happy and friendly. it's so draining and I feel kind of gross when I do it. it's like a more intrusive version of masking. I've had to move cities because the social culture is too much!

(of course these cultural things are relative and not every person fits into one ideal etc etc this is just my general experience)

I completely relate to this. I very very much prefer living in the Asian country I used to live in than the US, but at least if I'm stuck here for now, I live in part of the US where it's the norm to keep to yourself and mind your own business. Not a big smiling or cheerful area, which I appreciate but it's a tourist town so in the summer it's pretty miserable.

Tbh I've been in your position living in other places and I would just rather come off as rude. That's me though.

Depending where in the US, it's kind of middling in social expectations. There are definitely cultures that demand quite a bit more, but the US is certainly bad enough for me to want to return to the country I lived in before this.

#avpd #avoidant personality disorder #i regret moving to the states though lol

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songfell-ut · 1 year

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General project and also life update

Hey guys, remember this pic? If not, well hello to this pic by @xxkoichiixx because it's an excellent pic.

I don't do this often, but it occurs to me that y'all have something of a stake in my general affairs, and I have an update about them under the cut.

Tl;dr is that I did not swindle you guys but

God, I hate this fecking interface. Anyway.

You all know how I raised funds a little over a year ago to go on an anniversary trip with my husband, and promised to write a certain quantity of smut? I fully intend to do so, and it will probably be soon, taking place immediately after the end of chapter 27.

The reason I feel icky about it has nothing to do with smut in itself, and only somewhat to do with it being so gosh-darn late. The thing is, when I pitched the whole thing as "husband desperately needs and deserves this trip please help make it happen," I wasn't fibbing whatsoever. He did, and we had an absolutely wonderful time, the memory of which I will genuinely cherish for the rest of my life.

Does that sound alarming? It should. We're getting a divorce.

There are several reasons, and the ones I feel comfortable sharing are that I realized I cannot help him become a better or happier person, despite 15+ years of my absolute best efforts, and I do not owe myself or our daughter any more of the heartache of living with someone so bitter that he barely tolerates his loved ones.

He's also wanted to explore his gender and sexual identities for a long while, but it's a terrible time to be LGBT+ in America and he's genuinely frightened to do so. I fully support him in whatever he needs to do to be happy, and anyone trying to taunt me for "making him gay" will receive a head pat and a kick in the dick (said dick will be provided first if necessary)...but ngl, it does kinda sting that he has to ditch us for everything to be just right.

Actually, it stings a lot. 2022 was one of the worst years of my entire life. I thank all my fandom friends for their love and support, without which I low-key don't know what the fuck I would have done. Shout-out to @dale-the-human in particular. You know what u did >_> <3

(I'm logged into this account on my laptop and my God, the computers I used at college 12 years ago had better emojis than this)

Speaking of Dale, it's been a rough time all around, but we're still slogging along on the videos. I don't remember who I told that it'd be about a month, but that is probably not correct, for which I apologize.

Songfell itself is coming along too, but as you can imagine, in addition to the stress of existing in general, I have had tremendous difficulty writing about a broken family trying to heal. It's even worse for Beauty & the Bones, as "husband who does not give a shit about his wife's feelings/expresses it badly enough to really hurt her" could not be a sorer subject for me and all I want is to make that Sans suffer. Aggre: Seeing Red should hopefully get updated by the end of the month, but we know me, so we'll just have to wait and see.

In conclusion, I hate to provide that cap-off to the smutraiser, but the money generated was not wasted, and the trip was crucial in helping me see that while the man I married is in there somewhere, all it takes is a molecule of reality to crush him, and he will no longer accept my love or friendship to help him through it. (And a giant part of the heartache is that we emotionally split in September, but he's still living here because he can't afford to move out. Cute, eh?)

You guys have been unrelentingly patient with me, and it means more to me than I can express without dissolving into weepy gifs. I will try to get better about responding to reviews and posting literally anything on Patreon shiiiit I knew I was forgetting something argh and life in general. Peace out for now <3

#songfell #life update desu #and it was shark week the whole time the end

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growingingreenwood · 4 months

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Hey Mama, are you doing okay????? In class today we were looking at polar vortex in North America rn and one of the places my teacher talked about was the province i think you live in (you're Canadian, right???) and he said it was like -40 Degrees Celsius there!!!!! I don't even know how to comprehend those temperatures!!!! Like, are you still alive out there???

Hello my sweet summer child! <3 You're right, I am Canadian! And im not going to lie to you, its been rough out here. And more importantly, its been CONSISENTLY COLDER THAN THE SURFACE OF MARS HERE.

My area of the province has set several temperature records in the past few days:

January 14, 2024: New record of -45.1, Old record of -41.6 set in 2020

January 13, 2024: New record of -45.3, Old record of -41.7 set in 1972

January 12, 2024: New record of -45.9, Old record of -39.4 set in 1969

This doesn't account for the Windchill factor which effectively made the temperatures closer to -55 degrees or colder. To put it into context the only way I can think to, According to Environment Canada at:

-28 to -39 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 10-30 minutes.

-40 to -47 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 5-10 minutes.

-48 to -54 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 2-5 minutes.

Literally not a single car in my family's worked, no matter what we did. This is including extended family, so like, 13 cars. Its just too damn cold for them. Hospitals were literally wrapping their ambulances with heated blankets in between calls so that the entire engine wouldn't freeze. In their heated garage.

Its about an eight day wait for any kind of towing or boosting services. From any provider.

We out here, we cant see anything through the ice fog because the air itself is frozen, but we out here.

Also, I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to give the rest of you much farther south than me tips for surviving other wandering polar vortex's in the future, because at least we're prepared up here:

YOU NEED SURVIVAL EQUPMENT IN YOUR CAR!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! I'm talking heavy duty gloves, hats, socks, blankets, those heat reflective thermal blankets. If possible, have enough for at least two people but if you're a family ensure there's clothes for every member of your family. I also highly recommend that you get hand and feet warmers to put into your boots and gloves to prevent frostbite

Here is a good checklist to keep, and is very similar to what I have in my car:

https://todayshomeowner.com/weather/guides/winter-survival-kit-for-your-vehicle/

On that note, dressing for seriously cold weather is no fucking joke either, okay? There's an art to it, and that art is L A Y E R S . More layers than you think you need, and then one more. If you can bend your arms or legs without struggling at least a little bit, put another sweater on, underneath your windproof thick outer layer. And another pair of socks. Never leave the house without a hat and your ears covered.

Here's a good guide, which includes the warning signs, symptoms, and suggested actions for each stage of frostbite and hypothermia. Which, in case you didn't know happen in three stages of severity similar to burns but on the opposite side of the temperature scale.

Sorry to turn this into a Winter Weather Safety PSA but I genuinely cannot stress enough how important it is to be prepared in extreme cold. And please, for the love of everything good on this earth, do not and do not let your friends or anyone else walk anywhere when they've been drinking. Do. Not.

Every year in my city at LEAST several collage kids freeze to death because "their place isn't that far" "I have a good jacket." "Ive done it before."

People have frozen to death outside bars because they fell in a snowbank and were too drunk to get out and nobody saw them, because they tried to walk home.

Anyways, stay safe (and warm) out there everyone!!!!

#answered asks #haleigh speaks #not tolkien #but very important!!!!!#winter safety #winter safety tips #extreme cold #I'm from northern Canada okay i know what I'm talking about #polar vortex

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ramshacklefey · 11 months

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I am here to request more Mormon facts🎤

Your wish is my command! I'll even sort them into categories for you.

Amusing:

The fact that there weren't horses in the Americas until European settlers has caused serious problems for their claims that their book is historically accurate.

This has led some to speculate that when the book says "horses" it means "tapirs."

All Mormon men think they're Paladins: at age 12, every amab person is inducted into their priesthood which is supposed to literally bestow on them the power to do miracles in the name of God as long as they are acting in accordance with God's will and living righteously.

They make a big deal of their "sacred secrets" in the temples, mostly so the members don't find out that they're just masonic rituals with the serial numbers shaved off.

Actually their whole structure is basically just a more bizarre version of the masons.

Their mythology makes free will impossible (something I figured out when I was 12, much to the consternation of my youth group leaders)

They believe that the righteous (men) will eventually become Gods and get to start their own universes.

Their supposedly eternal and absolute rules about what constitutes modest dress have nevertheless semi-consistently been updated to keep up with contemporary fashion.

Less funny:

Salt Lake City, Utah, is an unbelievable hotbed of multilevel marketing schemes. Women trapped at home keep getting into them. I guess if you're caught up in one, it's easy to buy into another...

They're well known for community support within their group, but the Church itself is an international multi-billion dollar organization and never gives significant aid to members.

Everyone in the church is required to pay 10% of their (pre-tax) earnings directly to the church.

Every young man in the church is required to serve a 2 year, volunteer mission. They have to fund these themselves.

Church leadership is supposedly called by divine revelation, yet somehow they're almost all from the same enclave of families whose roots trace back to the founders of the church.

My youth group leader once tried to tell me that rock music was spiritually bad and instead I should be listening to musicals and opera. Because the lyrical content was more spiritually pure.

They're in the "we are fighting a literal war against the Forces of Evil" category of evangelicals, but it was to my immense disappointment that this did not mean there were any sexy demons around.

If they took their own morals seriously, they'd all be communists.

Not Remotely Funny:

The church has a truly massive endowment, and their fingers are in a lot of corporate and political pies.

When California was voting on gay marriage back on 2008, the church organized a concerted effort of members buying property in the state so they could vote against it.

Seriously, I cannot stress enough to you how much money and influence the church has. They just don't wave it around as much as some groups.

Joe Smith and his successor, Brigham Young, were pedophiles who used their church doctrine to force teenage girls to marry them.

They're one of the groups that believe peace in the Middle East is a harbinger of the apocalypse.

Yes, they really are that racist.

They encourage members to adopt Native children in order to "save them" from the curse of their ancestors.

They have one of the largest genealogical databases in the world, and they mostly use it to perform proxy baptisms on dead people, including massive numbers of holocaust victims.

Their culture normalizes and even valorizes child abuse by men. All of the most respected men in my congregation growing up regularly beat their kids. This was considered normal and even funny.

Abuse and bullying are rampant for young men on missions.

They're also ableist in the weirdest way. They believe that everyone's soul is a "perfected" version of their body, see. Any neurodivergent or mentally disabled people are "normal" souls trapped in defective bodies.

BYU (the church-owned university) has a rampant problem with suicides among queer students.

Utah has one of the highest rates of depression in the country, especially among women.

#mormons #mormonism #and this is still only scratching the surface

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daenerysoftarth · 5 months

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FYI to non Americans, I do think y’all should be aware of the way in which america purposely feeds you a distorted reality of what it’s like here. Most of us don’t live like the people on tv shows. The cities are often massively segregated, most people are struggling hard, and the only people depicted on our tv programs are usually from a select wealthy or at least middle class minority. I’ve seen a lot of immigrants buy into the American dream thing, but I cannot stress enough that this is propaganda. They do not show you the full picture of america; it’s less charming parts are completely erased from existence

#besides like social media and a few other media sources that aren’t really well known outside of America tbh

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eddiemunsonstrojans · 2 years

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*cracks knuckles* okay, let's talk...

Period Accurate Smut (and Kink) - The 1980s in Hawkins

(since you degenerates won't tag your modern au.)

Note: I grew up in the 90s and 00s. A lot of this I learned from research. This includes: 60s-80s kink community documents, vintage porn, films about sex - including fiction and documentaries, books on sex and relationships written pre-86, literally any documentation I could find online anywhere. I know not every fic writer is going to go out of their way to do this much for a few blurbs. I enjoy it though, so I have.

What's Vanilla vs. What's Kinky?

The concept of what's vanilla vs. kinky will vary from person to person, but is largely informed by the time period and communities that people exist in. In a conservative Christian small town like Hawkins, Indiana, in 1986, chances are almost everything is kinky. Kink wouldn't just include what we see as kinky on the internet in 2022. Some things we view as vanilla now but might have been viewed as kinky in 1986 might include:

Oral sex (especially vulva receiving)

Any kind of anal play

The use of sex toys

Sex in concealed public spaces (like one's car)

That's not to say they didn't happen often, just that they weren't treated as vanilla. A character who is shy, innocent, or conservative might be especially opposed to all this.

Kink and Queerness in the 1980s

Kink has historically been a part of queer communities. I won't get into the hanky discussion here (the short of it is Eddie's handkerchief is a metal thing), but the point is that if you write Eddie or anyone else as kinky, they're also de facto queer. Queer communities historically included LBTQIA, kinky, and polyamorous individuals. The extent to which a community exists in Hawkins is up to you, but you might want to look into 1980s Indianapolis communities if they go to "the city".

BDSM in the 1980s

BSDM has existed for hundreds of years, but it wasn't always known as such. It wasn't really known by this acronym until the 1960s, and only really within communities. People who were less exposed would probably know about S&M (because of hardcore porn), but it wasn't anywhere near as normalized as it is now.

I can't stress this enough. This can take me out of a supposedly period accurate fic so quickly. If you found another kinky person in your small town community, it was a big deal. Finding another gay person in a place that was relatively progressive could be a struggle. Living in a small town, you might never, even if they were around. The same applied to kink. Even moreso at times. People didn't talk about it.

You want to choke someone and take them rough from behind? Just do it. Don't even think about it. The culture around sex was a world away from what it is now. BDSM communities were big on consent and communication, but they didn't really exist in small towns.

You don't want to write dub or non-con? Throw in a sentence about Eddie communicating with his partner in advance. You want the Dom/sub dynamic to be established? Maybe explain briefly how they know about it, and how they label it. (If they mostly know about S&M, they'd be more likely to call it a Master-slave or Sadomasochistic relationship.)

There was a lot more shame attached to kink, especially BDSM/S&M in the '80s, especially if you were a guy on the receiving end.

Sex Toys and Gear

Probably the most common form smut innacuracy takes under the Eddie Munson tag. A lot of sex toys, gear and even condoms just did not exist in March of 1986. I cannot begin to list everything, so I'm going to provide the ones I see often. Message me if you want help researching something specific. I famously really love it. (Eddie's Trojans are expired and I personally did the research to conclude that.)

The Rabbit vibrator had recently been invented in Japan, and was available almost nowhere in America. Its remote was connected by a wire.

Anal plugs were not made of silicone (silicone was not used for sex toys yet) and were not publicly available. They were made of firm rubber and were medical equipment. Metal ones with cute gems straight up didn't exist yet.

The Hitachi wand plugged into the wall and could overheat very quickly. It was one of the most common types of sex toys, because it was easily waved off as a "personal massager".

Most dildos were an unappealing almost dead light flesh tone. They did come in other, more lively skin tones, but you had to search for anything that looked good (and search even harder for brown). Rainbow colored dildos weren't really common yet. You're thinking of silicone dildos.

Leather bondage cuffs... I haven't found much but from what I can tell, they weren't common. Most bondage was done with police cuffs and rope. (Eddie has waist chain cuffs and no headboard. You're all liars.)

Vibrators were made of hard plastic (I believe), definitely not silicone, and came in a variety of colors. They were phallic, but not in the soft way we're accustomed to now. They tapered at the end...like a big, rounded pencil... They rarely, if ever, had different settings.

Bullet vibrators probably didn't exist. If they did, I haven't found evidence of it. The same goes for lipstick vibes. The same absolutely goes for wireless remote control vibes. Remote controlled toys came about in the 2000s

Trojan wasn't making Magnum condoms yet, and other brands didn't make XL condoms either.

Fleshlights and pocket pussies definitely didn't exist. If it needs silicone to exist, it doesn't yet. Penile masturbators included one's hands, socks, and those gag gift blow up dolls that probably feel god awful.

It was just different in 1986

- So many of the names we have for kinks. People just...were into it. They didn't usually discuss it in academic terms. ("He has a mommy/daddy kink"? No, he likes the comfort, or gets turned on by the words.)

- No one was using Mommy/Daddy in bed nearly as much unless they were actual parents being naughty with each other. Subs would usually use Master/Mistress or Sir/Miss/Madam. If your characters are into it, they should know it's not common.

- Crotchless underwear was only really available in specialty stores. Adult stores in small towns usually carried video tapes and sometimes sex toys. The sex toys were usually novelty gifts, not things people would want to use much. Rarely lingerie.

- Douches for gay men to prep with could at times be hard to find. They sometimes had to clean out women's douches.

Other Safety Tips

So many forms of edge play have become so normalized in recent years. I want to talk briefly about things you should research properly before you write them. Your work could spread misinformation if you don't. This section is not meant to fully educate, but to inform you on what you should research.

Watersports/Omarashi

Not edge play, but it can be risky. Urine is genuine bodily waste and is unhygienic. That's not a kink shame. What I'm saying is, be careful about it. Be careful about ingesting it or letting it touch certain body parts.

Holding in one's urine for an extended time can cause UTIs and kidney problems.

Choking/Breath Play

This is not vanilla. This is not french vanilla. This is not vanilla spice. This isn't a little kinky. This isn't light BDSM. This is fucking edge play and it can kill you.

There are two main kinds of choking in BDSM. One which retricts airflow, and another that restricts blood flow. The airflow method is riskier. Holding someone's throat without applying pressure would be considered kinky, and won't kill anyone if you don't know what you're doing.

Knife Play/Blood Play

Be careful where they're cutting and what knife they use jfc. There are some big no-no areas on the body for cutting during BDSM knife play that I've seen sliced in fics like it ain't risky? At least say it's a dangerous thing that's happening. It's real easy to find body charts on Google for this.

Be careful about blood being ingested as well. Yes, people lick blood from wounds. The wound should be cleaned as immediate aftercare anyway, but that goes double if the saliva got in there. Yes people go down while their partner is on their period. There are STI and other infection risks involved if the giving partner isn't hygienic about it.

When in doubt, check out Reddit BDSM/kink spaces. People are usually very open and kind to anyone who's curious, as long as you're respectful in turn. Kinky people hate misinformation.

#eddie munson smut #kink talk

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nickythistlespring · 3 months

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we were watching past lived in film and everyone was talking over it and being WRONG so here's an analysis.

WE ARE SEEING ALL OF NORA'S CHARACTER!!!! THE STORY IS TOLD FROM HER POINT OF VIEW!!!!! OF FUCKING COURSE NOT ALL OF HER ACTIONS WILL BE MORAL OR SELFLESS, BECAUSE SHES FUCKING HUMAN AND WELL WRITTEN!!!!!!

ALSO, the story isnt about the love triangle and everyone thought it was. i get not seeing the themes of how immigration affects people connections to where they live and stuff, but thinking that the story is just a "who will she choose" movie makes me irrationally angry.

through the flashbacks, we saw nora's feelings of isolation in korea and the US. Hae Sung helped her through these, both in korea (during school) and in the US (over skype). we, the audience, were given time to connect with these characters and their relationship. afterwards, we see arnold and her are immediately married, but still given some time to connect with her 'new' relationship (new to the audience, in-universe they've been married for like 10 years).

then, we see the conflict when, later in nora's live, these two facets of herself are brought crashing into each other. let me ask, how would you react if someone you bonded with SO STRONGLY and SO DEEPLY that you HAVENT SEEN IN 12 YEARS just reappeared in your life? would you be rational? keep a level head? NO!!!! (at the very least, not nora because you are not nora. thats the cool thing about movies, the characters act differently than we do)

nora is given the impossibly rare opportunity to have her would-have-been life in korea face to face with her actual life in america. i cannot stress enough that this isn't a "what will she choose" conflict. this is a "you made a permanent decision, but the universe is dangling what might've happened right in front of your face". that's why the ending is so important. audience members who were paying attention (so, not the people i was watching with) will already KNOW that she wont kiss / go with / get with hae sung. both nora and hae sung are aware that she has already made her choice to be in the US. he even supports it! but, as nora walk back to her husband, the weight of that decision (whether right or wrong) hits her in full force as she cries into his arms.

side bar to talk about arnold. as is every character in the movie, he is a complex human with a range of different emotions! because of this, he can both feel happy that his wife has reconnected with this part of her life, but threatened that his presence is growing stronger. arnold can feel sympathy for his wife's recent feelings of disconnect to korea, as well as feelings of inadequacy that he cannot provide her any comfort in that area. hell, he can feel JEALOUS that he can't provide that comfort, but hae yung can!

in the end, arnold and hae sung represent parts of nora's life, whether past or present. arnold represents america and the life nora has built. hae sung represents korea, and the life she might've had. these lives arent just with the respective man, but also who she is/could have been. the imagery of past lives is used objectively. yes, we knew each other in this interval of time, but its over. we can mourn or celebrate them, but we cannot change it.

and for god's sake i hope no one from my film class finds this.

#past lives #oscars 2024 #oscar nominations #oscars #ramblings #i feel very passionately about this #why are people dumb #they literally clapped when hae sung got in the uber #aka the part i fully bawled to #how can you be so dense

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disabled-cat-in-a-cowboy-hat · 1 year

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Here's a hot take and a hard take for all the ipad babies on social media;

Being able to even apply for disability, snap, food stamps, or social security is in of itself white and/or mentally-abled privilege.

When you are so mentally disabled from constantly-worsening PTSD (due to poverty/trauma/abuse you cannot escape) that you break down screaming at the top of your lungs and bawling uncontrollably when put under any amount of stress or pressure or have to answer direct questions, you are literally not able to apply for benefits or help.

Full Stop, you need to wake up, grow up, and realize this reality for the neurodivergent.

Even if you are privileged enough to HAVE a caretaker or PoA, government officials and offices REFUSE to speak to anyone EXCEPT FOR YOU-- DELIBERATELY PROHIBITING mentally disabled people from being able to have assistance.

If you are incapable of self-advocating or mentally functioning enough to talk to these people who are constantly antagonizing, verbally abusing, and pushing forceful and willful and deliberate undue burden on you to make you give up, then you are put in the position I am in

You just. Fucking. Die.

Then I get little pretentious white kids who were born into money telling me that it's sooooo easy to get on disability because it was easy for THEM. Because.. they... were born into. Money.

Why do rich kids literally not get this?? Why is this such a difficult concept for you? If you were born even into middle-class wealth, you are extremely privileged. If your parents did not abuse you, you are extremely privileged.

If you are so traumatized you cannot do anything except drown in distractions or else be trapped in a screaming-crying death spiral, how exactly are you supposed to survive living in poverty in the USA? Hmmm? I am fully handicapped. I am fully disabled. Both mentally and physically. I can't sleep, I can barely eat, and I cannot talk to strangers. I can't make it a single day without at least 2-3 suicidal meltdowns.

I am already on the highest amount of psychiatric medication that I am allowed to be on for medical reasons and I am about to lose it entirely due to what was done to me costing me my healthcare. I cannot afford therapy. I cannot go to a doctor, anymore. All of that was taken away from me.

So what do you do as a severely suicidal, disabled, handicapped, mentally ill, completely non-functional trans person who has had their entire life, livelihood, livability, income, healthcare, medications, groceries, hope, dreams, plans, future, pets, house, transportation, mobility assistance devices, gender-affirming care, trans surgeries, testosterone, and entire purpose for living ripped away because of selfish, ignorant white abled people?

The government is not here to protect or save me. What has happened to me us the absolute EPITOME and PROOF that this "justice system" is deliberately and specifically engineered as a weapon of GENOCIDE for people in my categories and they hand selfish, white fascists everything they want when they are bored of people like me without a second thought.

What has happened to me is not an Accident. It was Deliberate. Purposeful.

Everything that has been done to me has been for the explicit act of getting rid of me-- permanently. Because that is what the USA cultivates, grooms, and enables. This is the prerogative of white privileged people in this country; Exterminate people like me.

How the USA and its citizens responded to Covid-19 RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE and my entire FAMILY is just DYING. We already lost two of our housemates. Dead. FOREVER. My fucking FATHER to cancer we couldn't afford to treat and FATHER FIGURE due to my abrupt and unfair eviction. GONE.

Because of this country and what People decided to do to Me. Now the rest of us are going to die one by one.

Because of the Genocide System of America.

And you're just going to stand there and watch us starve to death or die of cancer or desperate suicide to end the suffering and torment we have been forced into.

There is NO HELP for the TRULY DISABLED.

If you are disabled and have ANY financial aid-- you're privileged as FUCK.

If people do not start Donating To My Family, we will not make it even two more months and that's GENEROUS.

If you think that "money raised" number means we are okay-- WRONG. All that money is GONE. This fundraiser has been going on for months and alot of it went to bills. We are BROKE. We have NOTHING. Wake. UP. Give us REAL HELP. We are DYING. HELLO.

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