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gentle-giant-swag · 5 months

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Hello! Before I continue with the new bracket. I have to say something.

Block accounts @/mysteriesofmilo @/mysteriesofmarcy @/ireblogthetruth @/mysterycharacterbracket

More info under the cut

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING for transphobia in this post

My cat before I continue

So this summer, mysterycharacterbracket was confirmed to be transphobic and pro life. They deleted all of the posts about it. But there are eye witnesses and screenshots of the things they said here, here, and here

Well I’m going to bring up that conversation again. I have a second poll account @dumbass-duo-showdown, which between may and September. Had two homophobic and transphobic accounts interact with me, the first one is called @/mysteriesofmilo I guess it was because I had Dofenshmirtz in the bracket (it was a dad bracket). And for pride month they reblogged a post I made with a Bible quote going “pride goes before the fall”. They actively knew I had character from media with lgbtq characters (dream daddy, sailor moon, ok-ko, psychonauts). I even pointed it out to them.

Well after the rebranding, I went “hey, I’m bisexual and a trans ally. So I don’t want you to be you know a bigot around here” then a new account came, called @/ireblogthetruth. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TRANSPHOBIC MATERIAL JUST BLOCK AND REPORT THAT ACCOUNT. DO NOT EVEN TRY TO LOOK AT THEIR STUFF. Saying some extremely transphobic stuff and telling me to find Jesus. Actively approaching someone who says they’re safe for EVERYONE and saying bigoted stuff followed by “Jesus is always there for you” is rubbing salt on the wound. Luckily enough my mututal came to my defense to help me and I ended up blocking the account.

I blocked all these accounts. But well I still check up on them. I just don’t want them to interact with me.

I’m now entering speculative territory. Everything i say might be false. But that doesn’t mean that they are piece of shit humans. Block them and report because we can’t have someone who’s so transphobic on that app.

Look at the pfp/header. It’s the same owner probably. Mysterycharacterbracket and mysteriesofmilo might and probably are the same person

I am pretty sure Mysteriesofmilo and ireblogthetruth are the same. And I do have some proof outside of the headers. First, they @ed my second poll account and not this one. Second, ireblogthetruth are very much with TERFs on the whole transphobic thing. Actively agreeing with J.Ks transphobia while going “I’m not a feminist,” is something very common with right wing transphobes.

In a deleted post, mysterycharacterbracket went “I’m not a terf, I am not a radical feminist”

And in a now deleted post, when mysterycharacterbracket is asked about what happened. They start talking about their faith despite labeling trans people as mentally ill. Who else would uses religion as an inherent cure for being trans? The other account.

Who is pro gun? Both of them

Now, the mysteriesofmilo (and mysteriesofmarcy) is known within the Dampyverse Tumblr community for being a piece of shit. Saying transphobic stuff about the creators child.

Both of the accounts are aware that mysterycharacterbracket is blacklisted from tournament tumblr. So maybe that’s why mysteriesofmilo used third person pronouns to refer to them.

Because hey isn’t it a funny coincidence that there’s two transphobic, pro gun, Christians, who are both a fan of Marcy Wu from amphibia? ISNT IT!

To finish this off. Block all of those accounts and report. They have used transphobic slurs. We can’t actively have a rampant transphobe be on tumblr.

That’s all. Hope everyone has a great weekend

Have some photos of my families cat

#important #psa #not GGS related #cw transphobes #cw transphobia #long post #this post is not spellchecked

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renthony · 2 years

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i want to chime in as another person- my mind was changed on NPD years ago but it was only because of like, real human people talking about their actual experiences that helped me realize it was not The Evil Disorder (TM) in the same way that I realized ASPD wasn't THe Evil Disorder (TM). I guess I was maybe more likely to realize something was up because i also hit a bunch of the diagnostic criteria for it but like, when literally all you hear is "narcissist just means someone is a self centered asshole" it's hard to realize that that's not actually what it is at all.

and they for real taught us that shit in school. we had a whole discussion about the myth of narcissus and how obviously that hurt ~everyone else~ more than narcissus, even though he literally starved to death and turned into a flower. it took me until i was like 17 and someone else went "hey thats kind of fucked up" before i was like oh yeah. that was probably not something he did for fun huh

idk where i'm going with this but i respect the hell out of you being willing to brave the internet goblins and be like "stop being an asshole about ppl with npd" because its gotta hurt way more when people are being an asshole about something you actually got. i made like one or two posts ages ago about the "narc abuse" ableist bullshit and i remember it being enough of a headache even when it completely and totally was not personal for me bc i do not have it

oh uh idk im sure you know this but for the people in the back sitting around, aspd is antisocial personality disorder and people with aspd are also not evil malicious serial killers in waiting or whatever the ~common interpretation~ is and people with aspd are just as capable of being good friends and normal ass people who don't run around cackling evilly or whatever and kicking puppies, just like anyone else. but buying into ableist mythology about people's diagnoses is absolutely going to cut you off from other regular people who are just living their lives and is also associated with higher rates of violence against other people :,) bigots kill

To be honest, a large chunk of the reason I get so vocal about NPD is because of how bad the ableism has wormed its way into my head. It's pretty much a daily occurrence that my housemates have to remind me that asking for help isn't manipulative and that I'm not being an evil little monster just for needing reassurance. Anti-cluster-B ableism curls up in your head and feeds on all your insecurities and struggles and it's so, so goddamn hard to deal with.

I can't ask for help getting out of bed on high pain days without getting paranoid that I've somehow manipulated my husband into being my reluctant servant. Doesn't matter how many times he reminds me that he's here because he loves me, and how helping me out of bed is an expression of that love. The internalized ableism still makes me so deeply fucking afraid that I'm the shitty one.

I have a daffodil tattooed on my head as part of my big floral scalp piece, and it's for Narcissus. Ovid's version of the story is the one that's always stuck with me the most, where Narcissus is tricked into his downfall by Nemesis. His worst crimes were "rejecting proposals from people who felt entitled to his body" and "being kind of an asshole, which is something that literally everyone is guilty of at times."

In the end, Narcissus didn't waste away because he was too self-absorbed for anything else, it happened because he was treated with trickery instead of compassion.

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angelhummel · 3 years

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what would you do with the characters you don't like if you had power over glee? would you completely get rid of them, replace them or rewrite them to be something different?

I mean the mean part of me wants to say I would just scrap Brittany completely bc she didn't amount to anything in the end asjdfhlfsk BUT if I'm trying to be creative then no, that's too easy. With Brittany, there are two ways I could play it

1) She actually is quite clever but puts on the typical ditzy cheerleader act for funsies. To make sure Quinn knows she isn't a blonde rival threat lol. To mess with guys who think they can take advantage of her. Mostly for her own amusement, to see the looks on people's faces whenever she says something "dumb". But she drops the act midway thru s2 (when they quit the cheerios) and we get to see her for who she really is. Sharp and blunt at the same time, with a sardonic and dry wit that sometimes goes over people's heads. But she's dropped the dumbass act to be a lil smart ass

"How do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

2) She is kind of a ditz but she actually has the emotional intelligence that people claim she has. But the good "Go back in there and be there for Kurt", "family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what" kind, not the "you have to actually eat the chocolate bar or it will melt and look like you have poop in your hand". Basically Brittany talking about poop or toilets or anything in that same vein is strictly forbidden. She's not great in school, makes C's and D's in her main classes. But has creative electives like art, photography, creative writing, etc and does amazingly in those classes. She has her own unique way of looking at things and offers her own unique wisdom to help put things in perspective from time to time

Either way, she is never a complete fucking bonehead turned math genius bc that is fucking awful. And maybe you could even add in the actual autism angle bc like. Doesn't understand social cues, takes things too literally, etc. And either way she would graduate in s3 and get out of my face. So that's what I'd do with Brittany

Finn is easier but also harder bc this is such a gargantuan task and deviation from canon but. Have him actually be more like the person we're told he is. You TELL me he is this amazing uniter of cliques, kind hearted, perfect blend of a jock and show choir god, ushering the school into a new age of togetherness. You SHOW me he is a lil bitch who runs away from the club at the slightest difficulty, drops slurs and outs people on the reg, wants to be the leader without putting in the work, and is kind of a ball hog who actually sucks at football and isn't that great a singer. What's not clicking

Obviously Finn doesn't have to be perfect. He can have issues and uncertainties. But holy shit maybe have one issue once or twice. Doing this same bullshit half a dozen times and never learning a lesson makes me hate him!!!! Idk man just make him less of a fucking asshole

And don't fucking act like he ascended to sainthood when he died. I'm sorry but that bullshit about like "Finn wanted Sam in the club bc he was looking for someone to take over his legacy when he was gone" like shut the fuck up that actually sounds insane. Don't fucking do that. Finn is just a dude. Just make him be a kind of chill and cool dude with his heart in the right place but he slips up and makes mistakes bc he's still human. He doesn't use slurs or out anyone. He isn't constantly beating people up. He doesn't attack a sex worker, thanks. Maybe don't make him a serial cheater either, that would be nice

As for Sebastian, yeah, no, you can scrap him completely. He isn't interesting or fun and it actually drives me insane that he's the fifth most popular character on ao3. You can have your own preferences, you can like a little rich bitch bratty bad boy villain wannabe. But knowing that that many people are so far up his butt makes me wanna scream lol

Shelby, I would change her plotline by having her end up in jail. That would be a nice arc for her character

Will, I would change him by having him be a decent teacher. Broke: himbo Finn. Woke: himbo Will. He's kind and tries his best but he is shockingly dumb. Doesn't realize his wife isn't really pregnant for like five months?? The pieces are there. He sometimes lets himself be bulldozed in his own classroom but when other students talk, he listens. Takes their suggestions, actually shines a light on everyone, helps them improve and lets everyone have their moment in the spotlight. In the end everyone loves him and when he wins teacher of the year, it doesn't feel like a hollow bullshit contrivance

Sue. Either make her drop the villain shtick by about s3, or get rid of her entirely. Talk about going around in circles. I really think she was the worst of it. It got sooo old and boring and it was the same thing for six seasons. So have her be an ally to the club come s3, after her sister's funeral bc that makes sense. Or just write her off. Idc how

Don't ever let Rory set fucking foot on this show. Sorry to the actor but that character was partially responsible for why s3 went down the fucking shitter. He was terrible, and having to write plots about being Irish made early s3 a fucking joke

Oh and I would magically make it so that the viewers of the show have some common fucking sense. And if a character is being racist or a bigot or just a general cunt, there wouldn't be 2395890 compilation videos on youtube praising them for being brutally honest or sassy or hilarious or what have you. :) You know, if I had THAT kind of power

So yeah those are my thoughts. Took me a while to answer but I appreciate the ask!

#glee #long post #asks #answered #my thoughts #anonymous #anti brittany pierce #lol brittany pierce #anti finn hudson #lol finn hudson #anti sebastian smythe #lol sebastian smythe #i think those are the only ones people actually like #for whatever reason #no one's out here for rory or shelby so they dont need anti tags #i assume #also that quote in regards to brittany is from scream 2 #from dewey deputity dewey boy

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carmenlire · 4 years

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To An Inauspicious Start

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There’s a man and it’s probably nothing.

Alec steps into the 24/7 coffee shop at a time no one should be awake-- not the employees, not the four customers who look mostly dead and full of long suffering regret, and certainly not Alec himself.

He’s having trouble sleeping these days.

As he waits at the cash register, he thinks over his schedule. He took a late nap yesterday evening and it just served to fuck with his circadian rhythm even more. He has to be at the office in four hours and it seems absurd, to be dressed in a three piece suit in a shitty cafe where the lights are unflattering and flickering and the staff looks like they’re two espresso shots from collapsing.

Alec can relate.

He orders his black eye, thankful when the barista doesn’t blink at the horrifying request, and turns toward the half dozen empty tables.

There’s a woman sitting in the corner with a stroller. He can see the dark shadows under her eyes from here as she absently soothes her kid.

Across the room, there are a couple of teenagers, both of whom look equal parts emotional and blase as they huddle together on the same side of the booth.

Hastily removing his gaze from them, his eyes land on the only other occupant of the coffee shop.

It’s probably sleep deprivation edging towards delirium that makes Alec want to sit down across from the man.

He’s handsome, in an in your face kind of way that makes Alec almost want to apologize for daring to look at him in the first place. But there’s a softer undertone to the man’s appearance that makes Alec want to take a second look, a third and fourth.

It’s in the smudge of his eyeliner, the way his expression seems almost pasted onto his face-- a facade hiding what he’s truly feeling.

Alec only recognizes it because he sees the same tightness in his own face whenever he looks in the mirror.

He wants to keep looking, allows himself a ludicrous moment to contemplate throwing caution and common sense to the wind to introduce himself to the man who sips at his tea with all the elegance expected of a drawing room engagement.

Alec’s not that kind of man, though, and anyone at a coffee shop this far before dawn can only be seeking their own sort of solace. He’d be an ass to infringe upon that, not when he came here to be by himself but among others in the same way.

Choosing his seat by the window, Alec shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes it across the back of his chair before taking a seat. Mondays always come earlier and it seems like lately, they’d been barreling into him earlier than ever.

He can’t deny that most people would probably still consider it Sunday night.

The only sound in the little cafe is the ill-tempered screech of the espresso machine, the tiny gurgling of a baby fighting sleep. It’s pitch black outside with barely a soul on the street.

It’s soothing in its own way, Alec thinks. It’s almost as though he’s not a person in this space, at this time. He’s not a man aiming to make partner before the year’s out. He’s not a fucking disgrace of a son keeping a secret from his parents that would blow the whole damn family apart in its scandal and deviance.

He’s not a depressed fuck with more issues than he knows what to do with, no matter that he’ll be twenty six in a few weeks and by all accounts-- his own estimations-- he should have stopped feeling like he was barely clinging onto adulthood years ago.

That’s the thing, he thinks with a derisive little smile that’s aimed at himself before anyone else. He’s an adult and there’s no denying it but jesus christ sometimes he feels like the anvil’s about to drop on top of his head at any moment, someone popping out from the woodwork to tell him he actually has been fucking up his life all these years, that he’s wasted it all on petty promises and aimless cyclical thinking and it’s all downhill from here.

As though he doesn’t already feel like that most days.

His stomach gives a little pang and Alec spares a moment to pin down the last time he ate. There was a granola bar when he woke up from his nap several hours ago, before he spent another several hours staring at the wall and wondering if everyone else feels like this too and is just better at hiding it.

Deciding it’s not worth the effort of ordering from the cafe’s limited menu-- he doesn’t want a fucking croissant and the oatmeal would probably taste like cardboard-- Alec leans back in his chair and stares out the window, which mostly means he watches himself in the reflection of the window, it turning into a mirror throwing his own pristine appearance back in his face.

It’s almost a surprise that he doesn’t look as haggard as he feels. But no, he shaved and slipped into one of his dozen pressed suits, perfectly tailored and understated.

It wouldn’t do for a Lightwood to look anything less than his best, whether they’re going to the office or an all night cafe on a forgotten street.

As he eases into himself, thoughts that he’d been pushing back crowd closer in the quiet and in the sharp haziness of the hour, Alec admits that there are worse places to be.

Sure, maybe he wishes he was sleeping and he would definitely be more comfortable in his hoodie sinking into his couch, but this is what he’d wanted, what he needed.

There’s a barrier between him and the rest of the world and while it’s self-imposed, he likes to imagine that he has control here too, that his suit and watch and fucking coiffed hair makes him inaccessible in a way so that it doesn’t feel so much like he can’t connect to everybody else but that they can’t approach him.

It’s a fine line but he thinks it keeps him sane, that illusion of control.

He’s not so caught up in his head that he doesn’t notice the barista set his drink down. He thanks her with a nod and takes the first jarring sip that almost makes him choke on the bitterness.

It’s good. It makes him feel something, even if it’s mostly revulsion and resignation that he’s going to finish the whole damn drink before probably ordering another.

Alec’s twenty five and thinks he shouldn’t feel like this. He feels old and not in the charming, romantic way.

In the way that probably means he’ll be lucky to make it to thirty at this rate.

Work is a never ending garbage fire and just the thought of stepping into the glass fronted building makes his skin crawl. Dealing with pompous asshole coworkers he really couldn’t care less about, humoring clients that are rude and frankly, dumb as fuck and entitled to boot. It’s all a drain on him and he doesn’t know how he’s going to make it through the next thirty years like this when it’s barely been three and he already feels like he’s mostly dead.

Then there’s that other matter that ebbs and flows through his conscious like trash in the ocean. It’s weighing particularly heavy lately, the thought that there’s a whole area of his life that his family don’t know about-- can’t know about-- and sometimes he’s so tired of catering to their bigoted, shitty little sensibilities that he wants to scream, thinks he’d scream his throat raw if given half the opportunity.

Jace is getting married at the end of the year and having to listen to him plan honeymoons and engagement parties and stress about vows and looking like a fool during the first dance, all while planning a bachelor party that none of the attendees will remember if all goes well, is--

Well, it’s a lot. On top of everything else, it fills Alec with a hollowness in his chest and it burns, shrinks his soul until he feels like grinding it under his heel.

He’ll never have that-- the celebration, the loudness, the acceptance, the purity of happiness and hope.

It’s a pill that’s becoming increasingly bitter the older he gets and it’s another thing Alec can’t even fathom dealing with until he fucking dies.

Heavy is the head, he thinks to himself with a mocking grin but that’s bullshit and he knows it. In another world, Alec Lightwood is brave and daring and maybe even a little selfish.

In this world, he’s the heir dealt a shit hand and that means there’s no respite. There’s only forward, slow plodding steps as he becomes the man his parents groomed him to be, the son set to take over the family reigns without blemish or complaint.

Goddamn, he’s tired.

Alec doesn’t know how long he sits there but eventually he notices that the light is a little brighter, the window less a mirror revealing all the weaknesses he tries to hide and instead showing the outside world, the hum of a city waking up for the day.

Straightening his back with a little groan, cracking his neck and wincing, Alec takes a look around the shop.

The teenagers look mostly asleep in the corner-- that is until Alec sees one of them kiss the one who was crying earlier on top of their head before adjusting his earbud and settling back.

The woman and kid must’ve left awhile ago, their place clean and empty.

The man who Alec had almost made a fool of himself over is gone, too. In the privacy of his own mind, Alec’s not afraid to admit he’s a little sad about that. Nothing could’ve happened.

Nothing did happen.

But Alec’s always been a little bit of a hopeless romantic, despite his best efforts. He tends to land on a subject, an idea, a detail, and worry it to shreds, turning it over and over until everything’s just the way he likes it, barely recognizable.

So maybe there was a part of Alec that thought what if, maybe, one day, perhaps.

But the man is gone and while Alec’s favorite past time is wasting energy on things that have no hope of happening, he files the intriguing stranger away in his head to dwell on during another rough night when human connection seems the worst sort of punishment and his greatest solace all wrapped up into one faraway ideal.

That is, until he looks down at his empty cup and sees a napkin where there shouldn’t be one.

Alec has a weird but deep seated resentment towards napkins and never uses them, never picks them up just in case. But, there’s a napkin on the edge of his table and even from here he can see the dark smudges of ink lining the corner.

You look like you’re having a rough night, darling. Us insomniacs have to stick together. Let me know if you’re ever in the mood to share the weight on your shoulders with a stranger who’s been told his are excellent for crying or comfort or a little distraction. -- Magnus

Magnus.

Interesting name, Alec thinks as he reads the message a second time-- and a third and a fourth and a fifth until he thinks he’ll see the stupid little napkin in his dreams, until the numbers accompanying the message seem seared into his mind.

His first thought is that this Magnus is kind. Who does that, not only notices a stranger have an awful time but goes out of their way to do something about it.

It’s intriguing, a little scary, a lot tempting.

Still.

Alec’s a grown man and he doesn’t need a shoulder. He’s too busy for that, has far too much at stake to let someone else-- a stranger at that-- see all the shit that his brain spews at him every minute of every fucking day.

No, he decides. A kind gesture, while appreciated, does not have to be acknowledged.

Wishing Magnus a very lovely Monday-- hell, a great week-- Alec shakes his head a little to clear his thoughts and tamp down on the urge to text a stranger all of his problems and hope, by the grace of God, that they can do anything to alleviate some of the weight from his chest.

Sighing and wishing he didn’t sound so damned tired even to his own ears, Alec stands and makes his way back to the cashier to order another black eye and start towards the office. He’ll probably be the first one there but he has a reputation to uphold, a partnership to earn.

Still.

Before he leaves his table, Alec swipes the napkin and stuffs it into his pocket.

It’s almost unconsciously done and there’s no care in the placement. The napkin is crumpled, balled up and crinkled in his pants pocket and he mostly forgets about it.

When he does his laundry at the end of the week, though, he still doesn’t throw it out. He walks to the trash can and his hand hovers over the bag for a minute, for two, until he sighs in exasperation at his own idiot self and tosses it, still crumpled with the ink smudging at the edges, into his takeout drawer.

There’s a man and it’s probably nothing. Given a little time, a gentle nudge the next time Alec’s too tired to make dinner and ransacks his kitchen for his Chinese takeout only to push the napkin away in frustration and exhaustion, a soft meeting of the eyes across the cafe on another night, weeks later, when Alec’s so tired he could cry and Magnus is sipping another cup of tea and working on a crossword puzzle with a quill pen, of all things.

He might be onto something, though, Alec wonders as he finds that message months later after a dozen incidental meetings where Magnus never pushes but Alec feels moved, different, all the same.

In the deepest corners of his mind, the hidden pockets of his heart, Alec hopes it’s something, anything.

To his surprise and delight and mild terror, it turns into everything.

#my writing #to an inauspicious start #malec fic

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cosmicjoke · 3 years

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Man, I need to get this off my chest, because I can’t stand it anymore.

There’s this “trend” that’s been going on for several years now where I have to sit here and watch as all of these so called “virtuous”, “accepting”, “loving” people make it their life’s mission to degrade, generalize, stereotype and belittle white people. Particularly, white men, and white men who are straight. I can’t stand it anymore, because it’s absolutely sickening. It’s blatant, unabashed, naked racism and sexism on full display, and yet it’s being trot out as if it’s indictive of some kind of proof of ones better character. What a damned joke.

These people sit there and claim themselves to be somehow morally superior, holier than thou, virtuous, enlightened and wise, but in reality, they’re some of the most bigoted, racist, prejudiced, judgmental and unaccepting people I’ve ever had the deep displeasure of encountering. They claim that they’re helping to make the world a better place by being a righteous champion of the world’s minorities, but all they’re really doing is spreading hate, division, prejudice and intolerance. They’re RACE BAITERS, pitting groups of people against one another, and making a person’s race the sole, defining factor of who they are. They claim to want equality and justice among the different races, while in the same breath, proclaiming that a person’s race is the only thing that matters. If you’re a Black person, you get your race capitalized, as if it’s some rank or title that you’ve earned, some great accomplishment to be proud and boastful of. As if it’s your very identity. You’re a Black man, or a Black woman. But if you’re white, well, you don’t get your race capitalized, because it’s instead treated as some sort of degenerate defect you’ve suffered at birth. A genetic trait which makes you inherently inferior and more detestable. Somehow less than human. If you’re “Black”, then automatically, regardless of your character, your conduct, your behavior, you’re deemed the nobler, the wiser, the inherently and morally superior. But if you’re white, and God forbid, if you’re a straight, white man, you’re worse than the devil himself, and you’re saddled immediately with the burden of proof to show you aren’t what these people love to accuse you of being, a racist, a bigot, a misogynist, a white supremacist, a worthless piece of trash based on nothing more than an accident of birth. If you don’t agree with everything they say about how “awful white people are”, and how beautiful and bold and perfect everyone who isn’t white is, than you’re all of those things and worse. Lovely.

That’s how these people act. That’s the kind of sickening trash they spew and spread. They aren’t interested in making the world a better place for ANYONE. They aren’t interested in equality between the races, they aren’t interested in an even playing field. They aren’t interested in improving anybody’s lives. What they’re interested in is self-aggrandizement, in making themselves look and feel morally superior to everyone else by signaling how enlightened and in touch with the plight of the minorities of the world they are, how sympathetic they are to the suffering and pain of the “black” and “brown” people. As if they have even the faintest damned notion of what it means to be any of those things, or what that experience is like. Hilariously, most of the people spouting this trash as white college students. The definition of sheltered, ignorant, self-important douchebags.

Well, I’ve got news for you. You aren’t making the world a better place. You’re making it infinitely WORSE. In what deluded reality does singling out an entire group of people based on their race and gender and sexual orientation and judging the entirety of their worth based on that one factor make anything better for anyone? Do you really believe that shitting on white people is going to somehow make the world a better place for black people? Really? If you really believe that, then you’re dumber then any rock I’ve ever seen. So dumb, it’s hard to believe anyone COULD be so intellectually deprived. But see, I don’t think that’s it. No one could possibly be that stupid. Rather, if these people actually allowed themselves a modicum of self-reflection and analytical thought process, they might actually realize the unmitigated idiocy of their words and actions. They might realize the sickening levels of division and separatism and hatred they’re spreading. That, in reality, instead of helping to make things better for people, instead of bringing people together and recognizing our shared, common humanity, they’re pitting groups and races against one another, and actively encouraging each of them to view the other as unlike them, as something alien and unwanted and lesser. Maybe, if they allowed themselves to actually THINK, they might realize then the reality that they aren’t driven by any sort of moral virtue or enlightened superiority, but rather an inflated sense of self-worth and self-importance. Driven by purely selfish and self-promoting desires. Simply put, they want to make themselves look good, want to make themselves look BETTER than everyone else. Maybe, someday, they’ll actually realize this about themselves, feel appropriately ashamed and correct their blatantly ignorant world view, but given the absolutely anemic levels of self-awareness they show now, I highly doubt it.

What we saw happen at the Capital the other day is just a result of a this sort of thing. Of the division and hatred and prejudice these people are spreading. Setting white people against black people, and against everyone else. Isolating and harassing and belittling white people until they lose it and act out. It’s no different then the groups of black militants we saw in the 60s, people who finally snapped from being treated like shit. Those people at the Capital were idiots, but what happened is a result of targeting an entire group of people and treating them as worthless because of an aspect of their genetic makeup which they can’t control. And then they turn around and go “see! I told you these white people are pieces of shit!”. As if you didn’t want to see it happen so you could then pat yourselves on the back and proclaim yourself brilliant. So fucking stupid.

Now I’m sure I’ll get attacked and called a racist and bigot and a sexist by all the enlightened geniuses lurking around this site, but I don’t give a shit. I’m a jew, the most oppressed group of people in the history of the world, so... have at it, I guess.

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firelord-frowny · 4 years

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Tbh one of the most annoying things about being black is that one way or another, other oppressed groups use us as a yardstick against which to measure their own status under a white supremacist hierarchy. Whether it’s “oh, its tough being [nonblack race] but at least I’m not black” or “nobody cares about MY race because people only pay attention to the blacks” or “the blacks make it harder for us because they’re always complaining and they should just be quiet and work hard like we do” or “black people havent suffered NEARLY as much as my people have and they need to stop playing the victim” or any other manner of comparison + criticism.

Black people manage all the time to discuss our history, our plight, and our activism without ever feeling the need to throw other groups unfer the bus. We even manage to often overlook the outright anti-black racism thats often displayed by members of other oppressed groups. Like, we know its there and we fucking hate it, but we also know that white supremacists manipulated and abused amd coerced other groups into viewing black people as inferior precisely BECAUSE it’s easier to oppress hundreds of millions of people when they’re too busy fighting each other instead of fighting their actual attacker.

We’re so fucking accustomed to being at the very bottom of everyone’s hierarchy whether it’s because they bought into the lies that we’re stupid and primitive and uncivilized and criminal, or because they think our suffering isn’t as real or as valid or as important or as urgent as their own.

Obligatory disclaimer that I KNOW I FUCKING KNOW that there are black people who hold bigoted views about other groups. Duh. And they suck. Extra duh. And you’ll never catch me trying to defend someone like that. You’ll never see me let it slide when I hear another black person say some fucked up shit about other people. I’m always 10000% down to set another black person straight if they’re on some bigoted nonsense.

But all too often I observe other poc being so preoccupied with finding reasons to be mad at us or feel superior to us that they fail to embrace all that we have in common, and its really fucking sad. And they dont even realize that by thinking that way about us, they are nestling themselves ever so comfortably in the palm of white supremacy. They’re making the jobs of racists so much easier. They’re being moved around strategically like chess pieces, not realizing that they’re basically advancing white supremacy For Free, bc white people sure as SHIT are not giving them anything of real value in return except for MAYBE the status of being a “model minority,” which is also firmly racist and toxic in its own right and for its own reasons.

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alwaysfarmed · 5 years

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Survivor Headcanons p1

Tumblr format is more inspiring than the notes app and word pad and other writing things. Dwight Fairfield:

Nice guy, a little odd. He can get pretty defensive over himself and his voice often cracks when he raises it. He shows obvious frustration when doubt is placed upon him and goes into “work mode” where he completely dedicates himself to one thing, as if he’s trying to prove himself. He is not calm, but he IS collected (sometimes) and can organize things even in the most dire situations. The incredible part? It almost always works out. He seems to have an admiration for Meg, which could easily be mistaken for a crush. There’s something about her confidence that makes her stand out, and he wants to know how to be more like her. He shows the same kind of admiration for Laurie, though he is far more intimidated by her. After seeing the Shape and hearing that she had to go through HIM in the real world makes him terrified of her capabilities.

Most Hated Killers:

The Legion (can’t hide in lockers)

The Huntress (risky hiding in lockers)

Leatherface (When he came out, a Dwight face customization option came out. It was Dwight with bruises and stuff and the description said he got beat up by Leatherface so there’s that.)

Meg Thomas:

At first, Meg was a very angry person. She was torn about not being able to leave and she took out this grief in anger, throwing insults (and sometimes sticks) at nearly everyone. Since then, she’s definitely cooled down, but she still has her moments. At this point, everyone knows to stay out of her way both emotionally and physically. Especially physically. Meg uses her abilities to her best and is very resourceful when she needs to be, but nowhere near as resourceful as Claudette. She gets along with David surprisingly well, despite them both having very....strong.... personalities. She and Bill also get along. Bill acts almost as a fatherly figure for her. She also shares an odd sort of friendship with Nea. They argue a good bit, but they both exhibit a type of respect for one another. Different lifestyles, but that’s respectable. Meg has done her fair share of flipping off the killers............ and getting face camped. If she doesn’t hate a killer, its because she thinks it’s funny when she jukes them. This is especially the case with the Doctor. If she hates them, its probably because she can’t juke them. Or that they combat her running in some way.

Most Hated Killers:

The Hag (Even if you run, she can just TELEPORT)

The Legion (Too fast e.e)

The Clown (Slows her down and she hates it. The Entity is foggy enough, Clown.)

Claudette Morel:

Claudette is very kind and always helpful to anyone that’s injured. When she first arrived, she was terrified, but she slowly started becoming stronger. The thought of starting over, as terrible as the circumstances were, intrigued her. A lot. She could finally stop being so recluse and start over with people that have no previous expectations of her. Sweet! Finally, she could leave behind the loneliness of her previous hobbies and turn to something more.... altruistic. She puts herself at risk in order to save people and is very, very caring. She often worries about David and they argue over how he needs to take more care of himself, and Claudette is always the one thinking “told you so” when he gets put on the hook before anyone else. She also worries for Quentin and his lack of sleep. She likes to visit him when she can’t sleep and try and convince him to get some rest. She quite possibly has a crush on Jake, and its likely that its mutual. She’s always the most concerned about him, even when he should be the least of her worries (cough cough DAVID). She is well known for her amount of empathy. Sometimes...... just sometimes she can’t help but feel a little bad for even the killers.

Most Hated Killers:

The Nurse (How on earth is she supposed to heal anyone with this freak teleporting around. Plus, it takes forever to heal anyone with the anxiety she provokes.)

The Clown (This idiot is so freaky that she has to slow herself down to prevent further injury to whomever she’s healing. It takes too longgggg.)

Leatherface (This weirdo makes her drop my med-kit and she can never find the people that need her help the most. Plus, he almost always knows where she’s at. It’s freaky.)

The Doctor (Does this bigot have a degree? She guarantees you that he doesn’t. Somehow, just being near him makes everyone tremble. Do you know how hard it is to use a needle when your hands are shaking so badly?)

Nea Karlsson:

Nea is......... odd. She’s always thought she was a little too good for school and other organized things, so she rebelled. Her stealth is unmatched by anyone (except the Wraith who can literally turn invisible...... and the Pig........ Maybe even Tier 1 Michael- no. Nea is the stealthiest). She is the definition of immersed, and if it weren’t for this, she may have never bonded with Meg. Meg has the ability gifted to her by the Entity to be “Quick n’ Quiet” meaning she can perform loud actions very quietly in dire situations. Nea took note of this and they began discussing the strength of stealth. Nea is very nimble and almost always seems to be there in the corner of your eye. Kinda creepy. She’s never fit in just right, and she’s fine with that. She lives with a flashlight in her hand. She was a spray paint artist so if she can get her hands on anything artsy, she certainly will. As for relationships with other people? She hates Jake to put first things first. Sure, he’s kind of helpful once in a blue moon when he breaks a hook right in front of the killer, and he can keep his mouth shut when something happens to him, and he can keep the crows from giving away their location, but he’s a dick. This pompous asshole shares the common trait of not fitting in, but they all do, and the most fitting in Jake does is trying to fit his sarcasm and self-centered comments into any conversation, and it makes Nea’s blood boil. Her relationship with David is so-so. Nea gets a kick out of hearing him talk like a mad Australian.... since that’s what he is. But other than that, they don’t interact much. She talks to Feng every so often since the Entity gifted them similar abilities. She doesn’t really like Adam since he’s a teacher and all teachers have that stigma against drop-outs, but they talk sometimes. But the person she talks to the most is Quentin Smith. This sleepy boi immediately got her attention just by how completely and utterly useless he seemed. I’ll get more into this later.

Most Hated Killers:

The Wraith (She finds it hilarious to stun him and flashlight blind him, but the fact that he didn’t work for stealth annoys her. Just going invisible like that? It isn’t fair.)

The Legion (They tick her off because no matter how stealthy she’s being, if some idiot gets stabbed anywhere near her, they give away her location, immediately disregarding any effort she put into being hidden.)

The Doctor (Even if she managed to sneak past him right before his eyes and managed not to get caught, what’s the point? He’s going to electrocute her and make her scream anyways, that bastard. You can’t hide from the doctor and its annoying as hell.)

The Hillbilly (This inbred piece of shit is literally immune to flashlights. That’s her only complaint.)

Jake Park:

Jake is very connected to nature and is generally calm. He tries his best to help out with the hooks but does this idiot ever succeed? Sometimes. Everyone mutually agrees (except Claudette and Jeff) that Jake should put himself to use every once in a while and maybe do a generator or something actually useful. But other than that, Jake loves animals and long walks on the beach taking in the nature around him, even if its dreary and unsafe. He has a strong dislike for business types like Ace. He doesn’t like cops so he, at first, disliked Detective Tapp (he’s warmed up to him by now). He does like Jeff because he only helps him with his sabotaging cause. The entity gave Jeff the ability to break any hook he’s rescued from, so its the only time Jake ever does anything altruistic. How about it. The only headcanons I really have about Jake is that he’s an asshole to basically everyone except Claudette, since they both have a connection with nature and, hey, he needs somebody. Oh, and also he cleanses totems too. Nice.

Most Hated Killers:

The Pig (That damn pig is so crafty, isn’t she? After he breaks a hook, its completely in vain since It’ll just repair itself like ten seconds later anyways.)

The Spirit (If he took a shot for every time he cleansed haunted grounds....he’d be drunk enough to somehow be even more useless than he already is.) (Sorry Jake Mains)

The Nightmare (Jake just wants to leave. Screw blood warden, let him leave.)

David King:

David seems like the kind of guy to have a temper. I mean, he does, but its not super common that he does. He usually keeps pretty calm and just smirks at any rudeness or annoyances, but when he finally loses his cool? All hell breaks loose. Broken noses and bruised eyes are not something he holds back from in a fight unless its against a lady. Meg finds this incredibly annoying as she’d rather him break her nose than hold back just because she’s smaller. It is for her own good, though. David is surprisingly a very nice guy. He has a comforting presence, even if he looks kind of scary. He is very smart, despite the macho look, and he is one hell of a tough cookie.

Most Hated Killers:

Huntress (her attacks are hard to avoid for long, especially with the whole “no mither” going on.)

The Pig (Too easy to be caught off guard. He only has one chance and if he isn’t expecting the ambush, its game over ;) )

The Spirit (This freak pops up out of nowhere. And her katana is a little too close for comfort.)

#dead by daylight #dbd #headcanons #dbd headcanons #survivor main #survivors dbd

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50darkershadesofcynic · 6 years

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Let’s Make A Character - Script for 2.

(But 3 including my Future self)

To start this off, this was inspired by a real conversation I had with my friend when we were designing a concept for a video game. Except in this version, I made her out to be wayyyyyy worse than she actually was. When I was younger, I was easily irked.

This was how I showed by Passive Aggression

- By making this lousy script.

Obviously I ain’t thrilled.

Me: Alright, let's start designing this character already. Snowflake: Make it a *strong female character* Me: Okay... Strong Female Character. Snowflake: Who is gay. Me: ...Excuse me, what? Snowflake: We need more gay characters - simple as that. Me: Sure. Fine. She's gay. (Though that doesn't really matter, in terms of gameplay) Snowflake: They'd rather prefer 'They-them' pronouns. Don't assume their gender.

Okay, so this was around the time when They/Them and Xe/Xir was starting to become uncomfortably common for my liking. Back then I thought it was flat out ridiculous, but now I’ve seen the light and realized that if people want to identify as they/them and experiment with genders it’s totally okay.

Especially since it really doesn’t affect me in the slightest.

Me: What? Sorry? We're making a female character, remember? Snowflake: Uhh... Hello? They can identify as female, but not completely. They are demi.

It took me three years to buy into Demisexual/Demiromantic - But I’m still not entirely sold on Demigender. I thoroughly believe in the gender binary, rather than a spectrum. One of the reasons for why I’m Bi rather than Pan.

Me: Fine. What should 'their' name be? Snowflake: I don't know. Me: Let's go with Alexandra- Snowflake: Excuse me, but that is a cisnormative name and will not be acceptable. Their name should be gender-neutral to keep with the times. It's 2016, after all. Me: Jeez, okay. Their name is Alex.

This part actually happened.

Snowflake: Why are you drawing her that way!? Me: ...Sorry? Snowflake: OMG that sketch only reflects the male power fantasies that dominates the gaming community! It's that mentality that labels you as an ignorant bigot!

This part didn’t, obviously.

Me: Okay, okay, what did I do wrong!? Snowflake: Her body is hyper-sexualized, you are oppressing women by drawing such a sexist piece. You are not accepting of other body types other than the D-cups, tiny waists and long legs! Me: Oh... Right. I guess I can make her proportions a bit more accurate - Snowflake: Respect their pronouns, you cis scum! Me: Fine, fine, fine - It's fixed. Calm down. Snowflake: ALL YOU DID WAS MAKE HER SKINNIER.

I’m gonna take this moment to talk about an issue I’ve been weirded out by: The Skinny Rose Quartz situation. Where people purposely draw Steven Universe characters skinny, Aryan and more humanoid. I thought it was hilarious at first, but then people started being generally mad about it.

Tbh, I didn’t think it was a problem because of the ‘boohoohoo’ narrative of lack of representative figures for plus-sized audiences - I thought it was a problem because it was canonically false. And bad recolors.

Teens these days gotta chill, jeez, it’s only fan art.

Me: W-Well, it would be more accurate if her hip size corresponds to her already slim body. I also shrunk her breasts so they would look less... well, fanciful. Snowflake: We have too many characters that are skinny like her! And why are they white? Where are the stretch marks? Their freckles? We need IMPERFECTIONS to show how COMPLEX this character needs to be! Me: They aren't white, it's just that I haven't colored them in yet... And so what if she's white? Race doesn't make a character more supreme than the other. In games, it's more about class stats than anything to do with race- Snowflake: If they are white, then they are oppressors to any other person or player that isn't white. To be white, is to be racist. And sure, you say it might be alright in a game - however, think of how it affects people of color playing as the white man! They need a character that represents. This is going to be that character.

HOLA AMIGOS! HELLO FRIENDS!

Let’s spell some magical words today! Today’s magical word is ‘STRAW MAN’

S T R A W M A N

Muy Bien! Very good!

legit though this would fail any debate class

Me: Well, for the record it's my character. I think I can have the freedom to create her in any way that I want. Snowflake: You just objectified them! Me: How can I objectify something or someone that I haven't fully created yet!? Snowflake: Never mind. Does she have any other complexities? Me: What do you mean? Snowflake: I mean, you need to be tolerant of other behaviors, disorders, and dysfunctions of the mind! Hello? Were you living under a conservative rock? There are too many 'normies' in gaming.

Oh lord, does

‘N o r m i e’

mean something different now...

kek my dudes.

Me: Oh... So you want me to make her depressed or something?

HOOO BOY THAT’S TOPICAL

Snowflake: Not 'depressed or something', saying it like that is immensely offensive and damaging. Especially to those who do suffer from depression. Me: I can give her something mild, I guess. Snowflake: Looking at our character so far, she'd have to be bipolar, autistic, an insomniac and have a small case of ADHD. She will also have alters, for her MPD syndrome. Me: ... You are actually joking, right?

I wish I was joking when I legitimately thought this was how SJWs and Millennials talk.

*laughtrack then seinfeld theme plays*

Snowflake: Excuse me - mental disorders are not a joke! I was self diagnosed with depression, an array of anxiety disorders. Life is hard for people like me. Me: Yeah. Good to know. But giving her all of those problems may result in her character performance being- Snowflake: Hey. Depression is not a 'problem'. You are really getting on my nerves... Me: ...More like *TRIGGERING* your nerves, am I right? Snowflake: You ableist, ageist, classist, racist, sexist, cissexist, size sexist---- Me: Oh wow, you're still going. Snowflake: --- CIS WHITE MALE SCUM.

Legit though, what a fucking awful ending.

“TRIGGERING YER NERVES - AMIRITE?”

- I cringe whenever I read that line. No one can use the word ‘Trigger’ anymore, it’s been so over-used that it ain’t hip with the kids unless you use it heavily ironically. But everyone seemed to really resonate with this post since it was made at the height of SJWs

Now everybody knows that they’re just a small minority of people who have loud opinions. Opinions that not many people can relate to.

But who am I kidding, there’s still an audience on tumblr who are strongly influenced by them. So we have yet to see how much of a foothold they really have on western culture.

That’s all I have to say on that shit, and that’s all I ever will. Until next time.

#retrospective #conversation #SJW #funny #cringe #triggered #genius #tumblr #problematic #character #design #racist #sexist

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potuzzz · 5 years

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Reddit Comment 1

https://www.reddit.com/r/AntifascistsofReddit/comments/avgf4v/another_question_from_a_conservative/

Hello! I made a Reddit account just to answer the 1st part of #2!

Woohoo! Long-ass answer!

Okay, so, one of the really difficult things about the alt-right/modern fascist movements, is that they're really sneaky about their iconography.

Obviously, most sensible Americans know that the Nazi swastika is a horrible symbol, and those who brandish it have a tendency for hatefulness, racism/sexism/homophobia/etc., violent tendencies, etc.

One of the primary goals of the alt-right/modern fascism, is they have to sell their ideology to the general public. It's a slow process. Obviously, you can't jump out the gate, screaming "LYNCH THE BLACKS! GAS THE JEWS!" or everyone will be disgusted with you/not take you seriously/act against you.

Fascist iconography goes a LOT deeper than overt symbols, because they have to keep it covert, both to appear normal to the general public, and to be able to identify each other--a secret handshake, if you will.

Other flags that are essentially synonymous with the Nazi swastika, or worthy of suspicion, include:

- Iron Cross

- Black Sun

- Identity Evropa

- Conderate Flag

- Kekistan

- Flash and Circle

- South Africa's Apartheid Flag

- Flag of Rhodesia (1968–1979)

- AWB Flag

- Celtic Cross

- Wolfsangel

- National Socialist Movement

This is just a few off the top of my head.

Some of these aren't ALWAYS used by fascists/the alt-right/Nazis. The Confederate flag could plausibly be in the ownership of someone who isn't a fascist--or at the very least, subconsciously racist. The Celtic cross has plenty non-fascist history, as does the wolfsangel. The Kekistan flag could also be used by somebody just "trolling" or who is ignorant of what it actually stands for. They also steal a lot of Nordic imagery that I, an ex-pagan, have even used.

You have to kind of play it by ear. Obviously, if I saw some young kid with a Kekistan flag, I would just assume he was ignorant. I tend to also be suspicious of people with a lot of Harley-Davidson iconography, the "biker" look, or even just the "pure southerner" look, but I'm sure there's plenty of bikers and proud southerners who don't subscribe to the ideals of the alt-right.

That being said, if I was in a public place and there were a mob of bikers with Confederate flags, wolfsangels, and Kekistan flags, I would have no doubt in my mind that they'd all be crypto-fascist/fascist sympathizing garbage.

Some other common indicators (especially when combined with racism, homophobia, antisemitism, misogyny, xenophobia, general hatefulness, etc.) of a member of the alt-right include:

- Pepe the Frog / frog-related memes, emojis, etc.

- The "ok" hand emoji

- "NPC" meme

-Non-ironically using words or phrases such as: cuck, libtard, soyboy, white-guilt, virtue-signaling, race-traitor, cultural-Marxism, White Genocide, red-pilled, based, SJW, beta, 1488 or just 88, JQ, HH, six million/six trillion/six gorillian, goy/goyim, oy vey, ((( ))) (known as "echoes," there's usually someone's name inside the parentheses), anti-white, kek, rapefugees, "We Wuz Kangz" or "dindu nuffin," (correctly) asserting that the world is run by a tiny minority of corporate elites but wrongly assuming they're all Jews (it's some sort of "Zionist plot"), Soros, the liberal elite, the Deep State Dems, talking of white oppression or the disappearance of the white race or Western culture, "Jews/Blacks/etc. will not replace us," "blood and soil," talking of an "ethnostate," saying shit like "America for Americans," etc.

-Calling yourself euphemisms such as "identitarian," "race realist," "nationalist" or "white nationalist," "ethno-nationalist," "racialist," "white nativist," or the like.

Now, it would be ridiculous if I screamed "NAZI" everytime somebody used the "ok" hand emoji, a frog emoji, posted a meme with Pepe or NPC, or said cuck or beta. Part of the gaslighting tactics used by the alt-right/fascists is to make you seem like you're on a witch-hunt, being overly analytical or intolerant.

Example:

Say I had a Twitter profile. I say lots of crypto-fascist things.

Maybe I tweet "I want jobs to be protected from immigrants" (which might secretly mean: I hate Mexicans and Muslims) Maybe I tweet, "I think Western culture should be protected" (which might secretly mean: I hate non-white foreigners, I don't want them dirtying American culture with their inferior cultures) Maybe I tweet "I hate stupid cucks always virtue-signalling on Twitter" (which might secretly meas: people defending minorities from attacks are spineless queers who do it because it's a fad)

Nobody can call me out on any of this, or risk looking like an overly-sensitive witch-hunter. If you accuse me of racism, I'll say, "What the fuck are you talking about? It's not like I said the n-word. It's not like I said "gas the Jews." You libtards call anyone to the right of Karl Marx a Nazi these days, huh?"

The idea is to erode confidence in the anti-fascist and social justice movements. Make them all look like paranoid, violent, intolerant loonies.

And maybe, just maybe, I have an "ok" hand emoji in my Twitter username--and so do a lot of guys saying similar stuff as me. But if I'm called out on it? "Pfft. Seriously? You SJWs are going after emojis now? When will the witch-hunt end?"

To cover your questions #1, part two of #2, and #3:

#1. Fascists and the alt-right have an ongoing campaign to make it look like the Christian, straight white male is under attack to lure members. This is mostly untrue.

I have absolutely nothing against Christians, but I will criticize,denounce, and resist a Christian if they're being a bigot. I myself am a straight white male, and have nothing against other straight white males, and my best friend is a straight white male. However, I will criticize, denounce, and resist a straight person, white person, or a man if they're being a bigot. Plain and simple. You'll notice that the alt-right movement is largely straight, white, and male. This is because it is a white supremacy movement, not because straight white men are oppressed, disappearing, or under systemic attack. Social justice activists who say things like "fuck all men" or "all white people are garbage" or the like, in my opinion, are just hateful individuals, not indicative of the social justice / anti-fascist movement as a whole. That being said, if a criticism is fair, it's fair.

Part two of #2: Antifa is not a centralized group, so there's technically no "rules." If a person wants to punch someone they're certain is a Nazi, that's their own decision. I personally believe that it can harm the movement, and I'm naturally a pacifist. However, if somebody is trying to spread an ideology that calls for division, racial hierarchy, hatred, anti-intellectualism, genocide, and just straight up not having human empathy, then maybe they deserved to be punched. Violent antifascist individuals are simply willing to stop the most toxic movement on the planet, by any means necessary, even force.

#3. The end goal of fascism is violence and oppression, on a massive scale, against those not on the "in-group." The in-group currently is typically seen today as any white people. How long until it's only heterosexuals? How long until women aren't equal anymore, either? How long until the Irish, the Italians, and the Slavs aren't "white enough?" The in-group in the fascism hierarchy naturally grows more and more exclusive.

When someone is pushing an ideology that has this sort of end goal, it's not a matter of whether I disagree with them or not. It's whether I want this world to be dominated by what is a force of death, hatred, and destruction.

I'm pro-choice, strongly, but I wouldn't hinder a pro-lifer in a way that I would hinder a Nazi. I wouldn't hinder someone who has a bad taste in music, or who voted Republican, or who says the Earth is flat, or who's libertarian, or conservative, or who has fundamentally different religious/spiritual beliefs than me. The alt-right / fascist movement, in my opinion, is the most dangerous thing, and cannot be handled with kid gloves. Their ideology encourages violence and oppression, so their words must be treated like violence and oppression. It sounds a little pre-emptive, but I promise, fascism is a one-way trip to hellish scenarios for 99.9% of humanity.

The alt-right / neo-fascist movements are the BIGGEST obstacles that defend the ultra-rich, the corporate hegemony, and the military-industrial-intelligence complex that sows death, destruction, and misery worldwide. They're the unwitting little brother that defends an older brother, something far more dangerous and sinister. Without these sort of movements, the peoples of the world--of ALL races, sexes, sexualities, non-destructive ideologies and creed, walks-of-life and backgrounds, nationalities, and religious beliefs--ALL would be able to band together and change the universally oppressive, unjust, unfair system that we all live under.

In summary, when asking whether someone's a Nazi or not, there's plenty of small, easy-to-miss indicators that make up a bigger picture. You have to make a judgement call. If the person seems carefully bigoted, uses a lot of the language, or uses a lot of the crpto-fascist imagery, they're probably fascist. You have to know when you're dealing with an unwitting neutral person, but you can't be afraid to call a Nazi a Nazi, even if they've never thrown a Nazi salute, flown a swastika, or yelled "HEIL HITLER!"

Not everybody who voted for Donald Trump was a fascist--Hillary Clinton is a piece of garbage, too--but a MAGA hat, or otherwise being a BIG fan of Trump, is an indicator to me as well.

I hope this has helped, any and all questions are welcome. I see you said you're not from the U.S. so I apologize for jargon, idioms, etc. Also for getting lazy with the links after a bit lol.

Compassion and reason!

#antifa #anti fascism #reddit #alt-right #election 2020

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loudlytransparenttrash · 7 years

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I wasn’t prepared for this...

There’s plenty of weird and wacky things going on in America these days. The Apprentice guy is our president, BLM is rioting in defense of criminals and chanting for cops to be killed, SJW’s are rioting against democracy and feminists are walking around dressed as giant vaginas and calling themselves oppressed.

The left tries to normalize everything from Islamic terror to 400 genders but not even I could have imagined they would go low enough to try normalize child abuse. I mean, it’s bad enough that they’re forcing 5 year olds to carry “this pussy grabs back” signs and forced to say “which one of us will be raped next?”, “I shouldn’t need a penis to get paid” and “fuck the patriarchy”. But what’s worse is this whole gender issue that’s becoming out of control.

When people ask me what I think about trans people I give a pretty distinct answer. In general I have no issue of women transitioning into men and men transitioning into women but what I do have an issue with is normalizing children being forced to become transgender.

These two parents went on Buzzfeed in a video called “I Am A Gender Non-Conforming Parent” to brag about how awesome it is to force your child to live as a boy AND a girl because gender doesn’t mean anything, right guys? It’s pretty fucked up. In the video we have a mom… and a mom, raising their kid and essentially messing with them psychologically. “My understanding about gender is that ultimately it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t give you the information about that person.”

In 1965, some kid named David Reimer was born and he was reassigned to become a girl and raised female at birth. He was given hormones, surgeries, etc and he was raised entirely female. For a long time David was fine and researchers and phycologists such as John Money took this as proof that gender identity was learned and not biological. But it ultimately turned out to be a failure after David stopped calling himself a girl aged 11 and transitioned back into being a guy aged 15 and began discouraging others from transitioning, after being depressed for years he killed himself. It’s the many cases like these that are swept under the rug by people who claim that there’s no difference between guys and girls and their behavior and identities are all just a social construct.

Raising your child as something they’re not, the child is going to grow up thinking they are something they’re not. Gender isn’t this amazingly complicated thing some people like to make it out to be. Already kids are being confused as hell because everybody is telling them to question their gender and change their gender, even when they’re just three and four years old.

The fact is, most children who experience gender dysphoria will not remain gender dysphoric after puberty. Most kids grow out of it. And the ones who don’t are usually confused by their homosexuality as most GID children turn out to be either gay or bisexual.

Children aren’t born with the cognitive capacities of your average adult, and before the age of 11, most children are simply unable to perform abstract reasoning or understand nuances when having a discussion. Instead, children below this age generally see things in either-or scenarios, and divide the world into dichotomies of “wanted or unwanted.” So when a parent asks a little girl if she wants to be a boy, the little girl probably thinks, yeah sure I want to play in mud and wrestle people so their mom excitedly posts on facebook that she’s a cool mom with a cool transgender kid and books the next appointment to see a therapist to begin the transition process.

How about we let the kid grow up first before we start pumping them with hormones or blocking their hormones, it’s really not that hard to stop yourself from abusing children. Anyway, back to talking about the crazies in this video:

“The person I am today was very much in line with a person that I was or longed to be when I was little. I was a tomboy, my best friends were primarily boys, I played with “boys” toys.”

I don’t know how many times I have to make this point. Liking things that aren’t traditionally for guys or for girls doesn’t make you a new gender. It means that you may not be traditionally masculine or feminine. If I like something that wasn’t traditionally female, it doesn’t mean I should turn myself into a guy or start calling myself genderfluid or whatever one of the 400 new genders I can pick from. What makes these people think that since they have some non-traditional gender trait (which is fine by the way) they have to change their entire gender, transition into a new one and enforce their kids to do the same? What the fuck is going on?

“People ask me, “do you have a boy or a girl?” Whatever that means, this person could be anybody.”

This is like saying it’s wrong for humans to call their babies human because many people identify as a non-human. Whether you’re pushing for children to be genderless and to stop conforming to oppressive gender roles or whether you want them to be known as non-human and stop conforming to oppressive human species roles, first you must throw out everything we know about biology, endocrinology, neuroscience and any last piece of common-sense that you have left - which is something most people just ain’t willing to do.

“It’s real funny because our son is super into sports, like maybe he was like an Olympic athlete in his past-life, like he’s come with all of these sporting talents that were like visible at seventeen months.”

Yes, it’s so funny and weird that your male son is super into sports and is naturally talented at sports even though you’re raising him as a total genderless child. Totally shocked! Who would have thought! … These people like to contradict themselves. First they call their “genderless” child a boy and then they talk proudly about him being a traditional male. This entirely goes against the non-binary, agender narrative. She’s telling us that the kid is just a typical boy but she’s trying to queer him up not because it’s what he wants but it’s what she wants to make herself feel better, so why not mess with him right? It’s like those fat dance moms and beauty pageant moms who force their 3-year old daughter into dancing on stage and wearing wigs and make-up and the mom is stood up in the middle of the audience desperately encouraging and reciting their kid’s choreography and routine while the kid is dying on the inside as everyone watches on, all because the mom wants to live her own fantasy through a toddler.

“I’m constantly trying to like queer up my relationship with him and get him to wear tutus and he hates it, he’s just like NO!”

They laugh at this. They think they’re doing a noble feminist deed by forcing their son to dress and act like a girl, even when they themselves admit that he hates being dressed up in feminine clothes and begs them to stop, they just laugh it off and continue to force it onto him. He’s too young to understand the importance of dressing like a girl but he’s old enough to tell doctors he wants hormone treatment, right? Am I the only one who’s noticing how fucked up this is? What’s the difference between this and forcing a little girl to wear dresses instead of jeans? They go mental when it’s reversed but when they enforce their own version of genderless roles on children, it gets turned into a cool empowering Buzzfeed video to inspire others to do the same.

”He’s taking in like kid media and he has a book that is like just pictures and words but it also has like a picture of a girl and there’s a picture of a boy and but I’m just like child - child. This is where he starts learning like what things are and so I hate the idea that he’s getting imprinted on him what people look like.”

Oh shit, he’s being introduced to reality? Oh fuck, learning about biology is going to cause some problems. I mean, it goes back to what I was saying earlier, getting pissed that a children’s book shows a boy and a girl and calls them a boy and a girl would be the same as a human non-conforming parent getting pissed that there’s a book with human children being called human. I’m so sorry science isn’t changing just because parts of it goes against your fantasy. A woman is a woman, a man is a man, a human is a human. If YOU don’t identify with these, that’s fine, you have my sympathy, but leave children out of it and stop trying to force the world to play along. I can’t believe that saying something as realistic and obvious as “don’t abuse and lie to your children” is now controversial.

“Everybody needs to be reconsidering the way that they’re presenting genders to their kids.”

No. They don’t. This goes to show just how closed-minded these people are for thinking they have the moral high ground to tell every parent out there to join their genderless utopia where everyone pretends to be equal and abide by their oppression rankings and rules and if they don’t, well they’re just bigoted assholes. Why does the word “cult” continue to spring to mind whenever I start talking about their ideology? Maybe it’s for good reason…

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Modern Entertainment

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This is part 8 of a series on modern society.

Here are the links to Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven.

Modern entertainment shows many parallels between the Roman Empire and the rise of the coliseum towards the end of the empire. Specifically, I think today’s NFL bears a strong resemblance in our society to the heights that gladiators and similar competitors shared in Roman times. From what I can gather, part of the rise of the coliseum during the Roman empire was to placate the citizenry and divert and redirect their attention to things other than the problems facing the nation. Don’t look at the wolves at the gates (barbarians then, modern day vibrants and “diversity” now), just focus on the thrill of the game. Modern NFL and NBA games have had a surge in offense while minimizing defense. Even the MLB has placed an emphasis on offense again (to make things more exciting), more than the lowering of the mound in decades past (it used to be much higher, but gave the pitchers a greater advantage, so they lowered it to promote offense). This is all used to distract us and focus on things that don’t matter. Who won, who’s fantasy team is doing the best, who got traded to who. There are countless TV and online programs dedicated solely to this endeavor. Most of it is sick and twisted, materialistic, and gives a false sense of tribalism that is used to divert any true sense of it to avoid whites from realizing what is happening. This goes beyond just sportsball and into nearly all modern television. The shows that used to be odd bastions of whiteness are now disgusting parodies of diverse, fat, unnatural, and materialistic subject matter. Sadly, until things get worse, I’m not sure much of this will change.

The modern coliseum of the NFL shares many similarities to the gladiators of old. Contrary to modern perception, gladiators didn’t always fight to the death. These were the highly trained and tuned athletes of the day and were valued as such. I feel this is similar to the glory that modern NFL players receive. They are elevated beyond the common citizen. They share largely no resemblance to the common citizenry (at least historically, this is becoming increasingly less true), and are being encouraged to be healthy and kept fit for as long as possible. In addition, the ardent focus on them has created such a large demand and market that these players are now given generational wealth (annually) simply because they are more violent, aggressive, and ruthless than their peers. I have done my fair share of athletics at a nationally competitive level so I understand the dedication this takes, but sadly many of these diverse players (Jadeveon Clowney comes to mind) are simply so gifted they don’t have to try. It’s is often the players with moderate gifts and an excellent work ethic (Tom Brady, JJ Watt) who are the enduring talents, that don’t simply burn out because they’ve never had to try before. But this matters only because our obsession with sportsball has elevated these players to heights, both in status and monetarily, that the common man can only dream of. Yet because of the entertaining distraction that this provides, people are yet to notice or care how wasted this money is. Free market is the free market, I’m not defending this, but simply trying to connect that our modern obsession and elevation of these players makes no logical sense and that the money given to most of these players is wasted (78% of NFL players go broke, according to a 2009 study, curiously enough 70% of the league is also black). This money could be used to help families purchase homes, help tricked students into paying off crushing student loan debts, and help the struggling laid-off machinist to buy a new button-down for his next interview. The worst part of this is that it is facilitated largely by white people. We must stop fueling and funding this obsession that mocks our dispossession, cultural standards (re: Colin Kaepernick), and also robs us of the greater pleasures (like family) and our own generational (and cultural) wealth.

Additionally, this focus on sportsball still continues to be above that of consequential matters. People are still allowed to care about their football teams and talk shit about their rivals without fear of societal backlash. This is likely a way to avoid whites having a tribal identity and instead redirects it into another medium. Yet ask any person if they think white dispossession is an issue or if affirmative action has negatively impacted whites and you’ve already crossed a line. Ask someone who their favorite point guard or quarterback is and they likely already have a jersey on (if it’s Sunday) or they have an already crafted answer that is relatively well thought out. But ask them how their politicians stand on the wall or birthright citizenship and you’re a madman. Ask them what percent of Hispanic led families are on welfare (it’s over 50%) and again you’ll get crickets, but ask them what they think of the Patriots and you can bet body parts they’ve got an opinion. Until we choose to unplug (I used to be an avid RedZone watcher on Sunday, but have since enjoyed church and family time in lieu of it and am much happier, I advise you to do the same), we won’t be able to discuss these issues because everyone will be too distracted or preoccupied to notice.

Even worse than suffocating the mental space required to care about these issues, they distract away from the problems that we do face. We know that when whites are made aware of their dispossession (supermajority to near minority in basically a lifetime) they become concerned and are more conservative. We know when whites are personally exposed to diversity (Hispanics at bus stops or in their neighborhood) they change their tune on issues pertinent to the times. But I would be curious to see how this data plays out when mapped on Sundays. I wouldn’t say it’s much of a jump to say that when we’re distracted and locked on to “the game” with “our team”, we might not even notice these clues to that could help us avert the final losing score for our real team (the white team) and the only game that matters right now (survival). If people realized how badly their money is wasted on these events, teams, and people, they might be more apt to care. They might care if they realize that these people, who you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley at night, are making 100x what the common man earns in a given year, and will likely piss (or snort, fuck, and recklessly spend) it all away, all while telling you you’re an oppressive bigot for existing (and maybe even for cracking an awkward smirk-like smile).

The teams that should matter are your family, your community, and your people. The stars that should matter are fathers, pastors, leaders with your interests at heart, mothers, children, grandparents, and everyone who makes a healthy society go ‘round. The scores that should matter are fertility, standards of living, community cohesion, and a flourishing of your people. If we can’t take our eyes off the thrilling modern-day coliseum, we’re likely to lose the only game that matters. Sadly, if we do, there is no next game or next series. There is no next year or next season. There is only now, our present, and what will be, our posterity. If we fail to protect both, we will lose it all.

I always try to end these pieces with suggestions to move forward. 1) Unplug from football unless it’s used in a manner to bond with family, then bite the bullet and enjoy the time with them. They aren’t where you are politically and may not be until the whole tide turns. But solo, try and avoid sportsball as much as possible. 2) Stop giving money to these people. Don’t buy garbage sports jerseys (wearing another man’s name on your back is borderline gay), don’t go to games, and try not to even join in when the topic comes up in conversation. Take the time you might’ve used for this and do something productive, lift, read, spend time with family, learn a new skill, build yourself. 3) Pay attention to the more important things. This one is probably preaching to the choir as most FTN readers likely already do, but if you do already, then try and get someone close to you or a family member to start caring about these things as well. Or simply encourage them to do something else with you, together, rather than watch a game. Start building yourself and your community. These suggestions and these takes might not make a huge difference but everything has to start somewhere. We have to begin to be the things we want within ourselves and our communities before we can make changes throughout society. To all of you out there, good luck with this. Keep heart that things may not change for you overnight, or that it may be difficult to purge yourself of these habits, but always keep the bigger view and realize that even if progress is small, you’re still moving in the right direction. And always remember, we’re playing a much bigger game, one that matters more than sportsball ever will.

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Who's Afraid of Hedy Weiss?

By David Himmel

This essay here doesn’t need backstory or frame of reference. If you’re reading this and don’t already know about the recent hysteria surrounding Chicago theater and one of its longstanding, long-despised critics then you’re best to stop reading here and choose from any other Literate Ape story. Or log off and go for a jog.

I admit that I do not see enough theater to know, off-hand, all the ins and outs, nooks and crannies, good guys and bad guys of the trade. And despite being an associate artist of a try-hard, on-again-off-again theater company, I don’t read much about the business or follow much of its happenings. And until the petition asking theater companies to cease providing comped tickets for Chicago Sun-Times theater critic Hedy Weiss, I had never even heard her name, nor read a single review she ever wrote—that I’m aware of anyway.

And that’s because I don’t care. I don’t read critics. Not for theater, or music, rarely for film and only accidentally during the peak of an Adderall high will I read a book review. Mostly, I don’t care what the critics say. And I don’t want them and their opinion to get in the way of me forming my own.

OK, that's not entirely true. I do read critical reviews of such things more often than I just admitted to above, but that’s mostly only after I’ve seen the production, listened to the album or read the book. I treat critical reviews as I would an informed discussion on any topic. I read (or listen) and consider their opinions against mine. Sometimes we agree, sometimes we don't. Sometimes the critic says something that makes me reconsider my original thought on the thing. And sometimes the critic is a bit of a jackass and says some unnecessary and maybe even mean spirited things.

But so what? What do I care? I’m not easily offended, and so, in place of where I otherwise would be offended, I conclude that that person is simply an idiot. And then I move on. I'm smart enough to know better than to give idiots agency.

I’ve done my best to follow the recent stirring over Weiss and her long career accused of racism, sexism and other crimes against humanity on social media not because I enjoy the sort of shit storms the Internet creates but because many of my friends and acquaintances are actors, writers, directors, producers, set designers, et. al. And really, I suppose, I’m one of them, too. Plus, I’m a curious sort, so I wanted to understand what was going on in my friends’ world and what was going on in my city’s theater and journalistic scenes.

It turns out, there’s not a lot.

One argument against Weiss and her brand of critique I came across was that—and I’m paraphrasing here—in theater, the artists and the critics must work toward the common good of supporting the art and the effort of those who created it and the all-inclusive nature of the stage. And that should be obvious bullshit.

The artist makes art. The critic deconstructs that art so that people who don’t understand art can try to pretend to understand art. The artist and the critic are not on the same team. They are opposite sides of the same coin. And the opposite sides of the same coin can never see eye-to-eye.

Yes, the artist needs the critic to review the show so that it can be promoted and people will hear about it and buy a ticket and come sit still for 90 minutes and hopefully be entertained. And the critic needs the artist to create the art so that the critic has a job. But that’s it. That’s the contract.

There’s the old adage that if you believe the good reviews, you must then believe the bad ones, too. My approach has always been to just buckle down and do the work and let the viewers or readers decide. Let the ticket sales speak for themselves. Or better yet, let your standard of quality speak for itself.

Yeah, a bad review sucks. And from what I can tell, having read a few of Weiss’ archived stories, including the piece she wrote about Pass Over—the one that set off the latest fury—she’s a crusty old lady who has built a career supported by and indulged in by crusty old people. She's out of touch, narrow-minded and cartoonish in character. I don't intend to excuse her or cut her any slack, but Weiss is a product of her industry.

We all know that Big Theater in Chicago is geared toward Weiss and her ilk. She’s writing to her audience. And yeah, she’s probably less comfortable watching a play that involves people of color or of any sort of sexuality beyond straight with no chaser. But isn’t that the gripe from many in the Off Loop theater community? Big Theater doesn’t really support the artistry of theater, it supports the successful art that rises to the top. It gives the masses what the masses want. And the masses are made up mostly not of artists but of consumers. And consumers are simple creatures. There’s no other way to explain the success of Cats.

Actors who refuse to perform when Weiss is in the audience? That’s cool. I respect your personal protest in the name of fair and reasonable critique. Well, I mostly do, anyway. Because I do feel sorry for the patrons who will miss the opportunity to see you perform simply because a public bigot with a Sun-Times business card is occupying a seat. Refusing to perform when Weiss is in the audience is a little like letting the terrorists win, isn't it? Theaters who don’t send her free tickets? That’s cool, too, I guess. I’m not quite sure on that one. If you invite one critic, you ought to invite them all, even the ones who may be nasty, close-minded or just plain hateful. Hell, I’ve always invited the Reader to my shows and the Reader seems to get off on giving tepid reviews of almost everything in town.

But so what? It’s a critic. Fuck critics. We could still make art without them. They can’t do a damn thing without us. Remember that. But if you’re going to encourage the relationship, you have to commit to it fully. By inviting only the critics who won’t dump on you, you’re no better than Trump saying he’s a great president because Breitbart reported it.

"You take the good, you take the bad. You take them both and then you have the facts of life. The facts of life." It sucks, but it's the business we're in.

So you say Weiss is racist and elitist. Yeah, well, fuck her then. Unfortunately, she's not going to go anywhere. She's going to keep her job despite the quality of her work. But if the audience reads her review and decides to come to your show, that’s still a good thing. And hopefully, that audience will form its own opinion on your show and its actors, etc. And if the audience reads her review and decides against coming to your show, fuck them, too. They’re probably not the people who would enjoy it in the first place. Your art isn’t for everyone. Neither is mine. Despite how good a play is, a bildungsroman about hard times in the gay, black community—or anything that greatly challenges honky and wholesome conventions—is not going to inspire change in the mind and heart of the Wilmette grandmother on a theater date with her Lincoln Park daughter. OK, it might, but just as Weiss does, you have to consider the target audience.

And along the same reasoning, Weiss’ dribble—I won’t call it art, it’s barely journalism—isn’t for everyone either. Let the old hag come to your show or not. Make her pay for a ticket or not. If you’re going to invest in what the critic says—good and bad, reasonable and racist—then you’ll want a critic who says something. And Weiss, for all of her flaws as a critic, at least says something every now and then, even if it's horrible. You could get a review from the Reader. And no one cares about that, not even the Reader.

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