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runby2 · 2 years

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something i don't really like about the internet nowadays is the "neurotypical" vs neurodivergent divide.

The label neurotypical is the label most people have come to think of as "Without mental illness" - and while that's true - they may not be mentally ill,

that does not mean they do not experience what most mentally ill people do. You can be traumatized without meeting the criteria for PTSD or even register how the trauma effected you. You may not even notice it was trauma.

You may have severe depression spells and not meet the criteria for depression.

One big thing people online i think miss about psychology in general is that mental illness or diagnoses do not... define you. the criteria is just there to aid your specific version of getting help. Mental illnesses don't really... exist? in a box that is. it's just certain criteria that is labeled or an effect of your environment and experience. even depression was revealed to not be a chemical imbalance. It's just how the brain works because of life, and sometimes the brain needs extra help. The human race just put labels on it... to help.

All humans have mental struggles but some just do not meet the diagnostic criteria, and they may not struggle the same ways others do with it. Neurotypical people are not people without mental struggles or people without need of help, they are people who were are not meeting the criteria of a mental illness because they are able to handle their struggles.

But, the mental struggles kind of come with being alive. I don't like separating myself completely from "neurotypical" people or deciding they'll never understand me. They do understand me. They're capable of compassion and maybe they've even dealt with exactly what i'm dealing with, but just not for my extended period of time.

Trust people around you are like you.

#recovery #positivity #psychology #mental illness #neurodivergent #adhd #autism #isolation #community isolation

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whumpacabra · 3 months

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31. Jackrabbit

Loss of communications, community isolation, anticipated violence, fictional politics, implied military violence, briefly implied past captivity, referenced stitches

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Harrison felt a bit guilty watching Wolf shift uneasily in the diner booth. When he had asked if Wolf wanted to be left alone or get breakfast with them, he already knew the answer.

Wolf would clearly rather not go anywhere or do anything, but he was even more reluctant to be left behind. Harrison understood. He couldn’t blame Wolf for agreeing even though they both knew he wasn’t quite up for the clatter and din of the diner and its patrons.

Neither of them wanted to be alone again.

At the very least, Wolf looked better - color in his cheeks, dark hair clean and free of blood. Save for the gauze covering the fresh stitches across the right side of his head, he looked the best Harrison had seen him since before the Box.

“Here’s you go; careful, it’s hot.” The owner and hostess was Merrill’s wife he had discovered. Lucy was her name. It wasn’t a guarantee of the character of this little village, but it did ease Harrison’s mind as he watched the two old women smile at each other and speak in soft whispers.

“How they doin’?”

“Well as they can.”

“And you?”

“Right as rain sugar.”

There was a jingle as the door to the diner opened, a flush of cold air following. Wolf was on high alert, jaw set and eyes sharp as he sized up the threat: Thomas, shaking snow from his hat with a huff.

“Gettin’ bad out there?”

“Naw, just dusting is all.” Thomas gave Lucy a nod before looking to their booth, sliding in next to Harrison. “You boys get something to eat yet?”

“Yessir.” Harrison smiled, giving a lazy salute to the little old lady behind the counter. “Lucy makes a damn good omelette.”

“Don’t overdo it son, I’m in no hurry to see you sick.” Dan sighed, dropping into the booth across from Merrill. (Harrison was grateful on Wolf’s behalf that he was being given personal space.) It didn’t look like Dan’s investigation into the diner’s landline proved insightful.

“Still no phone?”

“Nope. My bet’s they cut it out past the pastures.”

“You’d be right.” Thomas piped up, shooting Harrison an apologetic but grim smile. “Carlisle’s checked their perimeter fence this morning. Phone lines are down and plenty of tire tracks from the south.”

While Dan, Merrill, and Thomas were making a point to busy themselves with their coffee, tea, and bagels Harrison watched the gathering storm in Wolf’s eyes. Something between grief and fear.

“You don’t have any other communications? A cell phone? Radio?” He needed Jennings and their people here ASAP. Nothing annoyed covert ops more than nosy journalists, mostly because they were hard to kill without drawing attention.

“Cell service doesn’t reach out here. Could try driving over to Duck Creek but…”

“Good chance they’re out on the roads.” Dan finished for Thomas, taking a sip of coffee. “As for the radio, anything from the sherif?” Thomas perked up, smile tentative.

“Got him at the edge of its range this morning. Kept it short and sweet but he’s going to do some needling.” He turned to Harrison, clearly trying to be reassuring. “He’s got friends in the nearby installations. Even if he can’t call ‘em off he can at least get a finger on their pulse so we know what we’re dealing with.”

“More than you can handle.”

Harrison could feel Thomas tense beside him, Wolf’s gravelly baritone bringing a hush over the tables. There was still the sizzle of bacon on the griddle and Lucy humming softly to the staticky drone of a country song.

“What makes you say that, son?” Dan’s voice wasn’t accusatory, soft with gentle curiosity, trying to coax more from him. Wolf glanced to Harrison, who gave an encouraging nod when he saw the sharp focus behind his eyes.

“You’re civilians in a civilian town. You can’t win this fight.”

“With all due respect, we can handle ourselves.” Thomas’ self confidence shrunk as Wolf eyed him, gaze flickering to his holstered pistol.

“Have you ever shot a man, Deputy?”

“That’s enough, son.” Dan interrupted before Thomas could reply, a blush rising up the younger man’s ears and his throat bobbing as he looked away. Wolf’s judgement lingered on the deputy before he turned to Dan.

(Harrison would say he was impressed, seeing Wolf choose to ignore a direct commend for even a heartbeat.)

“Past experience aside, none of us are in any condition to dig in for a fight and you are not prepared for a siege.”

“Then what’s the plan Wolf?” Thankfully, Wolf’s intensity shifted to him - something that would have made his stomach turn a few days ago.

“We need to leave.“

“As I said, son, they’re probably on the roads already.”

“Then we best make an effort before the noose closes.”

“Where?” Mel’s question was simple and soft. “Where would you go?” Wolf’s eyes flicked between her and Harrison.

“North.” Harrison shrugged, filling in the sketch of a plan Wolf had provided. “Try and get across the border. Not foolproof but safer than staying in the States, I guess.”

“You can’t just leave; you’re injured, and - “

“Are we prisoners?” Wolf’s question made Thomas’ mouth snapped closed. When he didn’t reply, Wolf turned his eyes to Dan.

“No. Tommy’s just worried is all.” The old medic gave Harrison a glance of reassurance. “I can walk you down to the Trautmire’s garage. They probably haven’t demo’d the humvee yet.”

Harrison could almost feel the stress leave Wolf’s body language, shoulders easing and expression slackening as he nodded.

“I would like that. Harrison?”

There wasn’t fear in his eyes, no anxious need for approval or support. Harrison felt a smile tug at his lips. He didn’t know if it was another of Wolf’s façades, but at least he seemed to be easing into being his own person again.

“Kinda tired, to be honest.” He laughed weakly, his body genuinely worn down from the energy it took to keep up with the conversation. “I’ll stay here - you can pick me up on your way back.”

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams

#loss of communications #community isolation #anticipated violence #fictional politics #implied military violence #past captivity #stitches #freelancers au #sorry for the plot but if you want more angsty goodness i need Situations to arise #there's snow on the ground and ive gotten enough sleep after traveling to feel human again #might post updates to this sporadically until febuwhump rolls around

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lastoneout · 9 months

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the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

#the worst part too is this is just the logical conclusion of the hyper-individualistic society #that thrives on isolating us from each other and our communities #anyway pls get out and go volunteer to clean up litter or at the soup kitchen or something #y'all need to see that your actions can have both good and bad real world consequences #and also interact with people who share your values but come from different walks of life #and also how to organize with people you don't always 100% agree with #so yeah hang out at the farmer's market or smthn y'all really need to connect with your communities

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cinderellahoneymoon · 5 months

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im being so fucking for real and i need you guys to boost and reblog this you nonblack selfshippers have got to stop using "simp." you have to. its african american vernacular english (aave) which in colloquial terms means its not for you to use. in a space already hostile towards shippers of color, youre just making it more inhospitable to black selfshippers by appropriating our language. say youre crushing. say youre obsessed. say youre head over heels, say youre a sucker, say youre infatuated, just stop saying simp. for the love of god

{nonblack shippers [even other shippers of color] i do NOT want to hear your opinion on this post or hear about how you "didnt know" or are "changing it right now." just be an ally and LISTEN instead of needing to add your piece.}

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furiousgoldfish · 2 years

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People who are starved out of conversation will approach it as if it was sacred, people who are starved out of touch experience any touch given to them as the highest form of intimacy, people starved out of gentleness will react to it as if it’s an invasion, an attempt to break them down, and people starved out of a community will approach it as if it was a minefield.

#isolation #long term abuse #trauma #comfort #furiousgoldfish #bonding #community

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uncanny-tranny · 4 months

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Some advice for younger queer folk: please don't make your sense of isolation integral to your queer experience. It might feel cathartic, and it's certainly something I did for a time myself - there's no shame in admitting that you feel that isolation.

It's not a bad thing to notice that you feel isolated, but please don't isolate yourself because you think your only tie to your queerness is that you are alone in everything. There is a community and place for you, even when it doesn't seem feasible. Please hold hope out for that

#queer #lgbt #lgbtq #it's sometimes just sad to see people almost... conflate their worth woth how alone they are #in that they see their isolation as a test of will or strength - something that they must fight through and prove themselves worthy...#...of having community. you do not need to earn your place in the world. your worth isn't tied to that

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cock-holliday · 2 months

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It’s not at all surprising that cisfeminists try to push people out of conversations about reproductive care but it’s bizarre as fuck for trans people to do it. Like, I do not know how to express to you that this topic affects like 99% of trans (and adjacent) people.

Obviously (apparently not obvious to many of you) trans and not-cis or not-dyadic people who have or had (at least some of) the organs that allow you to carry a pregnancy are affected by it. It’s YOUR parts. Everyone who can get pregnant is affected. Everyone who could have an abortion is affected. Everyone who has to worry about birth control for THEIR specific own protection is affected. Everyone who has to get a pap smear is affected. It’s regulation about THAT healthcare, about THOSE parts, about accessing care for YOUR body.

Likewise, the ability and responsibility to bear children is placed on ALL women. Every woman who cannot, will not, or won’t become pregnant has their womanhood challenged. It doesn’t matter if it’s a physical impossibility (infertility AND choice to remove ability AND never having the ability to begin with) or a personal choice despite the ability—if you identify with womanhood, a large piece of the narrative is equating that role with baby-carrier. Which exists both in larger misogynistic society and as a point of pride among cisfeminists.

It’s a feminist issue for how we need to destroy the way society forces a role, it’s a feminist issue on the grounds of bodily autonomy. So just about everyone, regardless of AGAB, is affected in some way.

It does no good to forget (accidentally or intentionally) the trans people whose bodies are being policed in medicine, nor pretend those whose bodies are being policed by societal role are “being brought up for no reason.”

Of all the genders; trans man, trans woman, cis woman, and identities adjacent and between—none escape this scrutiny and it is a topic that affects all of us.

The only role that it affects less is ‘cis man,’ and even then only so far. Either cis man is an identity that one may not hold permanently in which case the previously cis man is brought into the above categories, OR it’s a role that should be brought into the conversation more because of personal responsibility to the above groups. If we are to actually shift sole responsibility for pregnancy from the one who can get pregnant to also encompass those who can get people pregnant (expanding birth control responsibility, financial and parental responsibility, etc) we have to recognize that no body or identity is absent from this conversation, even if one identity is a silent presence over it all.

#LJsm #while I think cis man is a category most unlike the rest #I still don’t even think THAT identity should be in a total us vs them #both because of how cis men are not solely responsible for this bullshit #but also because of the potential essentialism #by isolating the identity away from the rest of us #it makes it hard for previously cis men to come over to our side as an ‘ex-enemy’#but also reinforces either that cis men are biologically bad or socialized bad #and both create thought patterns that are used to police trans people within community #aka ‘cis men are the enemy’ isn’t less of a foundation of radfem bullshit than ‘men are the enemy’

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 4 months

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Body Doubling for ADHD and Autistic People

The Autistic Teacher

#autism #actually autistic #adhd #adhd post #body doubling #communication #time management #isolation #lonliness #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #The Autistic Teacher (Facebook)

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padawansuggest · 5 months

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Every day I wake up thankful that the fandom as whole looked at the ‘Masters and Apprentices don’t even live together in apartments at the temple’ canon and collectively went ‘oh that’s smelly’ and ignored it. I have seen a lot of shitty fics out there, and normally I can ignore things, click exit and move on with my life, but you know what I cannot ignore and don’t think I’ve ever actually found a fic where it happens???? Padawans living on their own. Those are babies. Let them sit in the kitchen and learn how to cook bad food with master and get back rubs when they have the stomach flu. Fuck off with that ‘they all live alone’ bullshit It’s Not Real.

#living alone is literally so depressing and isolating #I actively don’t think anyone should ever live alone #I in fact highly encourage communes irl and in fics #fuckin miss me with that bullshit they having sleepovers deal with it #star wars #the Jedi #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano

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greater-than-the-sword · 2 months

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Gonna fight everyone on the Homeschooling poll

#Homeschooling is NOT about having the parents be the only adults in the kids life #its not about isolation #its about choosing to build a community the way YOU WANT #its not even about being the only one to educate your child #its literally just about getting free of the authoritarian government schools

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systememergency · 10 months

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OSDDID community, please remember that, yes, most cases of DID are covert, but not all cases. I am an overt DID system, my alters act extremely different from me and this has repeatedly caused me issues throughout my whole life. It has made navigating this disorder extremely difficult for me and has made people other me a lot. People have almost called emergency services on me for how differently I start acting when certain alters front. I physically cannot hide my symptoms. My symptoms have always been pointed out by others and I was very much estranged from and bullied by people around me for it. Even teachers would badger me over my symptoms.

It gets really tiring and demotivating seeing people saying over and over that "DID is covert," "DID is hidden," "DID never makes itself known" when all my life my DID has been overt, has never been hidden, and has made itself known. It makes me feel like my existence is inconvenient to address because people want to feel better about their experiences. But what about my experiences? It makes me feel isolated from the community because people are constantly saying that my experience is not real which has driven me further and further away from OSDDID communities because there's such scorn for the idea that overt systems do exist.

You can absolutely acknowledge that OSDDID most of the time is covert and not spotted by others. A lot of people do end up figuring out symptoms purely on their own and others doubt their symptoms because they are not obvious enough, and that sucks. But please do not then assume your experience is the only one and that overt systems are some made up concept or that OSDDID is inherently covert. We do exist and we need a place within the community as well

#This made processing the fact that I'm an overt system 100x harder bc it makes me feel isolated from a community that I joined #in the first place bc I felt isolated from everyone else #I noticed this is mostly a problem on reddit but I've also noticed it here so I figured I should say it #Anyway I'm v nervous about posting this for some reason - I hope it comes across in the way I intend lol #osddid system #did #osddid #cdd #did system #actually did #complex dissociative disorder #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #system things #overt did #overt dissociative identity disorder #rant #rant kinda

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creekfiend · 4 months

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I do also believe however that many of the emotions driving people to claim they have no culture are emotions that are real and important it's just that people are identifying the wrong thing as the problem. yeah you're isolated and lonely and alienated and you struggle with feeling a genuine connection or like there is a space for you in your community! that's real as hell. but that isn't "having no culture"

#i too am isolated and lonely and alienated by many aspects of my culture. thats what being in a culture is like many times i think #many such cases etc #community is important!!! ritual is comforting! perhaps you do not derive enjoyment from the superb owl. that is ok #there are other rituals. u can even make your own.

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 year

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This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

#Do it! for her #not a shitpost #serious post #politics #ask to tag #I love you Nana but i disagree SO vehemently with almost all of your personal political and religious values #also you should have treated my mom SO MUCH BETTER when she was a kid. all of your kids really #i see you very much as a victim of religious trauma & childhood poverty #followed by the cultural isolation of being a first generation immigrant with no local hispanic community to provide support #plus the failure of late 20th century mental health care almost certainly compounded by medical sexism #recognize sympathize and am indignant on your behalf for all of those reasons and more #but that truth can also coexist alongside the truth that #hot DAMN Nana you and Papa very much failed to provide your children with an emotionally safe and stable environment in which to grow #and me and my sibs are still dealing with the generational trauma #and who knows how many of my cousins. I HAVE TWENTY-ONE COUSINS AND I DON'T TALK TO ANY OF THEM #that is too many cousins to not be in contact with any of them #(and fyi that's on *one* side of the family. on the other side are a dozen half-aunts-and-cousins I've never met #because Other Grandpa was a Certified Piece of Shit)#Anyway. ANYWAY...#apparently i really needed to overshare today. know what? no judgement. judgement free zone #i have no judgement thoughts or opinions i am finally FREE #........gosh that sounds so relaxing #ANYway #yeah. break the cycle of abuse or your descendants will grow up and critique your parenting choices on third-tier social media platforms #when people say 'they will always be remembered' at a funeral--that is a THREAT #what they actually mean is 'OH HONEYBUN YOU DONE FUCKED UP'#.........i want that in my eulogy actually

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paper-mario-wiki · 1 year

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There's such an interesting cyber-anthropological phenomenon in feeling a communal pressure to act a certain way, or use the platform a certain way, when joining a new online space. Not in terms of the types of opinions or political views that are deamed acceptable, but in terms of specifics of etiquette and posting formats.

Making a Tumblr post that sounds "like a Twitter user" is met with scorn or derision a lot of the time. And when asking someone why they react like that, typically the answer is some form of "that kind of comedy doesn't work here" or "it doesn't sound right to post like that on this website", which is essentially just "it doesn't fit with the traditions I learned in this specific place".

I will always find the ways social media platforms evolve naturally like societies interesting.

#text #random thought #before i withdrew from college (isolation and quarantine was killing me) i was writing my thesis on cyber anthropology #which is the fastest growing and most overlooked branch of anthropology #my thesis wasnt specifically about this #it was about the essential archival of information regarding internet societies #specifically putting forward the somewhat radical idea that any internet society with more than 100 people should have an archivist #and any group with more than 1000 should have a dedicated historian to track the history of the group and its culture #honestly twitter culture should have literal books written archiving and documenting the many things that happen in my opinion #sounds silly but it is a pillar of our current international society's communication #this is what i think at least

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joons · 8 months

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In emphasizing that Ken needs to look past romantic love and search for satisfaction within, Barbie is of course also staking a claim about her own identity and value. In doing so, she’s joining with a broad trend in kid-friendly entertainment: we no longer make movies where a heroine’s destiny is to fall in love. If you look at Disney movies in particular, the classic storyline of the protagonist getting her man in the end has been pretty definitively retired. The last movie of theirs that could be said to hold romantic love as the fundamental goal of the protagonist is Tangled, and even that’s debatable. Frozen and its sequel very directly reject that story structure, while films like Moana and Raya and the Last Dragon are indifferent to it. And, you know, that’s all fine; there’s lots of different good stories out there. But I do think that the out-and-out abandonment of the notion that love is the noblest pursuit of human life says a lot about our cult of self-worship. Because once you’ve dropped the romantic ideal, that’s all our culture really has to offer. ... The individual problem is that telling people they are enough is a cruel thing to do, because they aren’t enough. None of us is enough. I don’t know you, personally, but I can still say with great confidence that you are not enough. If you go through life uncritically accepting the Instagram ideology that you can #manifest everything you deserve because you practice #self-care and are #valid, on a long enough time frame you’re going to end up alone and miserable and profoundly aware that the idea of total emotional self-sufficiency is a transparent lie. Human beings need other human beings. All of us. You might be inclined to lament that fact, and you’re entitled to if you want. But you don’t get to choose to be self-sufficient, any more than you can choose to not require oxygen or water. We’re all interconnected in these vast webs of social influence and causality, whether we want to be or not, and very very few of us can last for long without relying on other people. The connections that save us don’t have to be romantic, but they do have to be connections.

No One Is Kenough, Freddie deBoer

#!!!#god this movie ........ i hate it 🙃#like i cannot - try as i might! - believe its message is ANYTHING but 'gaslight gatekeep girlboss' unironically #and it pretends it's being compassionate and human!!!#when all it has done is put a skim of pink over an actual hell of bootstrap self-sufficiency and isolation #shut up greta!!!!!#barbie (2023)#it can only conceive of sisterhood as a great web of women telling each other they don't need anyone and then disappearing into the night #showing a mom and daughter hugging in the fucking background is not a replacement for showing a positive conception of community GRETAAAA

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krispykreeme · 22 days

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thinking about fitz who grew up surrounded by people praising him and admiring him but never really connecting with him.

thinking about sophie who was ostracised and othered by her peers and never fit in with her family, feeling lonely even when hearing everyone’s thoughts.

thinking about fitz who craved and desperately held onto the idea of cognates because finally someone was like him. someone was put on a pedestal and could relate to feeling smaller than your reputation.

thinking about sophie who latched onto fitz because she found someone like her. and then she found one, then two, then a whole community of people like her. she was in a place where she was valued.

thinking about sophie finding those people in her life who make her feel normal. despite all her exceptions, she’s accepted and unconditionally loved.

thinking about fitz slowly losing his sense of normalcy as façades fall and secrets are withheld from him.

thinking about sophie building her confidence up as she’s integrated into a world of support and guidance, even if from the shadows before her conception even started. how despite all the pain and fear, she has a support system.

thinking about fitz’ tall legacy and history of status quo to uphold. the heavy sword that dangles from the hands of the vacker patriarchy looms over his sense of identity. how his emotions are left alone in a family so large and revered.

#sort of a study in how Sophitz or the cognates fell apart #i didnt go over actions but focused on emotions and the theme of isolation vs community #can u tell i fucking love literature class #kotlc #fitz vacker #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #cognates #from a relatively narrow perspective

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