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housewife-castiel · 3 years

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Wayward Sisters is so so good (and absolutely should have gotten picked up) but between this episode and the episode prior to it, I loathe the way Kaia is treated. In episode 9, she's kidnapped by angels and talks about how she won't be saved because she isn't a rich, white and blonde woman. The Winchesters then save her from the angels but then she's kidnapped at gunpoint by them so they can use her to rescue their mom (who's ironically that same type of woman that Kaia was saying typically get saved). In Wayward Sisters, she helps to try and get the Winchesters out of the Bad Place. And like this is annoying because one, she owes the Winchesters nothing (in fact she owes them less than nothing seeing as they kidnapped her) and two, why wouldn't she tell Jody about the Winchesters kidnapping her. Like they're strangers to her, she has no reason to protect them. Then she's killed off solely for Claire's woman pain. This annoys me for three reasons, one being we don't need more stories with POC being fridged to advance the story of white protags (we also don't need anymore white saviour stories either), two, why is Claire the only one who's feeling guilty about Kaia? Claire wasn't even the one who roped her into this (the Winchesters did and it wasn't even to save the world, which would have still been horrible and unacceptable but in this case Kaia lost her life for their selfishness). Like it's so stupid Claire's being burdened and traumatized for a situation that she didn't create. Finally, Claire already wants to hunt, they had no reason to kill Kaia (again it was done solely for shock value and for white angst). Everything with Kaia was gross but the episode could have been salvageable if it ended with Kaia being welcomed into a loving home with Jody, Donna, Claire, Patience and Alex.

I know people gush over Bobo because of Despair but y'all need to call him out for how racist and messy 13x09 and 13x10 are because I know if buckleming wrote those episodes, y'all would never want them to write for the show again (heck y'all didn't want them after the racist truck episode which is racist and gross but no where near the levels that 13x09 and 13x10 were)

#supernatural treats poc horribly #but this is by far the worst situation yet #spn critical #tw violence #tw violence against indigenous peoples #tw racism

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sarahcoomes · 4 years

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My life in Blog: 1

LIfe from the westside ( West side of LA not London…)

8 am, it’s October 23rd. I wake up with fireworks - sadly, not going on in my knickers… but in my garden outside. I didn’t know they were fireworks at first. I thought maybe it was something exploding… it was so flipping loud!

The dogs are going bonkers… all four of them Bobo, Mrs Moo, and my two fosters: Chloe and Sadie. No point in trying to peel them off the ceiling while the noise is still ricocheting around my house.. So, I leap out of bed and run outside.

Please note that I would NEVER win a spelling Bee. I had to look up how to spell Ricochet and the wonders of the internet! Not only did it spell it for me, but it also gave me a man!

Everyone: meet Ricochet:

Apparently he’s a professional wrestler. Anyhow - I digress.

I fly through the garden to the back gate and look up and see smoke rising from the alley. Christ, that’s all we need - another fucking fire in LA.

“WHAT’S HAPPENED ?? DID THE… I grapple for a word, it’s too early in the day to be forming full sentences. My arm flails around towards... ‘DID THE TOTEM POLE CATCH FIRE?!’

“What?” Replies the woman, standing in front of me.

I wildly gesture to the electricity pole that’s shrouded in grey smoke. “Sorry, not the Totem Pole - the electricity pole. That thing. This … that! It’s smoking!”

Then my eyes glide down and rest on the kid collecting firework cans off the floor.

“Cleaning out the garden shed,’ His mum says with a little laugh”

WHAT??? What is a teenager even doing UP at 8.30 in the morning?? Teenagers don’t do that, they sleep in until 1pm! That’s what I did! 8.30am is completely unnatural for a kid his age... I think to myself very quickly, staring at the lad in front of me.

I launch into: “Why would you think THAT was a good idea?”

“Why he thought that was a good idea - I do not not know”

Said, his mum, repeating what I just said.

We both stare at each other. There’s a quiet standoff. They both look uncomfortable. I’m not leaving until I feel absolutely one hundred percent satisfied that the lad knows and deeply understands, in every cell of his body, that it was not only a bad idea but a completely and utterly shit idea to set off fireworks at any time of the day, let alone first thing in the frigging morning.

If my sister were here she would chime in Sarah to 99 percent of the planet 8.30 am is not ‘First thing in the morning.’ She is of course referring to the fact that I don’t have kids and so am a lazy fuck - not contributing to society in the slightest and so have no right to complain about being woken up at 8.30 and she could be right.

But for now, I’m right.

Again, I say nothing -but I’m thinking and staring hard at them before I launch into:

“I have dogs! I say passionately. YOU, you have dogs!” (They have dogs, the smallest, yappiest, most annoying dogs in the history of dogs) I add. ( No-one can ever argue with the fact that small as her dogs are, even if a cat walked down the alleyway we’d all know about it. GREATEST GUARD DOGS EVER. Fucking annoying, but great, small dogs are great)

We leave it at that. She turns to go inside, the kid, weirdly - says absolutely nothing and then I turn too. It’s only at that point that I realize the dressing gown that I grabbed to cover myself with - when I ran out of the house was a see-through one. How very seventies of me. I am basically, Naked. Full on muff and boobs.

Wheyhey! I bet the kid didn’t anticipate that. Lucky boy.

I go inside.

ALL my dogs are now scattered around my house, inside various cupboards and wardrobes… sorry, closets.

I was lying in bed watching THE LAST DEBATE - if you can call it that. The last presidential debate that happened last night - and I missed it because I was busy humiliating myself on a zoom call. More of that later.

I go back to bed is the word: Totem pole racist? Is that like a white, western made up word? I google it. This is what I find:

The word totem comes from the Algonquian word odoodem meaning “his kinship group.” This means a family or a clan. Totem poles represent Indigenous families and clans.

The original totem poles were created by only six nations of the western part of North America:

the Haida (say "hydah"),

the Nuxalt (say "nu-halk"),

the Kwakwaka'wakw (say "kwak-wak-ya-wak"),

the Tlingit (say "kling-kit"),

the Tsimshian (say "sim-she-an")

and the Coast Salish (say "say-lish") people.

I’m sort of happy I didn’t use some racist noun first thing this morning - but it’s still an English word to describe them? Isn’t it? It doesn’t feel right - it feels like using the word Eskimo instead of Inuit.

Well anyway - back to THE DEBATE -if you can call it that.

Why can’t people debate these days? It’s just an argument guys! Just argue!

They can’t - it’s so weird.

I think that has something to do with being American? America has lots of amazing things going for itself… but self awareness and embracing the truth are two things, I genuinely not sure are here in abundance.

For instance - and clearly this is a wide and vastly over exaggerated generalization - but let’s just look at the religious thing here. They are very into the no swearing thing - dear god forgive me, if I ever fucking swore. I once swore not exactly AT my bank manager but inside a conversation with my bank manager - if you get my drift. We were discussing the banks role in some terrible things - oil pipelines and the such… He thought it quite reasonable to roll out the atrocious behaviour the bank partook in and have a calm and rational conversation about it all - but when I wanted ton take it up a notch. - you know have a bit of a debate and dropped in, “ I mean, fuck me …. His face turned white and I thought he was going to faint.

I LOVE swearing! Not all the time, and my swearing has definitely improved since I moved here. But nothing gives me more pleasure and makes me laugh more than going out with my dad in his old Mercedes and hear him swear at teh typo of his lungs at bad drivers.

I think my favourite Is “You fucking prick! Look where you re going… “ as my dad mounts his car onto the pavement to avoid some poor shopper in their electric cart, doing a fifty six point turn and taking up most of the highstreet.

Anyway you get the gist. on loads of quite petty stuff - but come to porn and well… you get the gist - it’s an old argument - but one that never changes… American hate the petty stuff - and so are petty and yet are quite happy having a load of kids in cages at the border. Astonishing, really.

… and here we are, the end - we have TWO weeks until the November 4th election! I never thought that would ever happen! I am so excited. It has been the most stressful four years living here in the states, witnessing this horror show. Watching his vulture like family shit all over the largest democracy in the world.

America you wild and wonderful beast, you female goliath! You gorgon! You dove … you rabbit… okay I’m not so good at metaphors okay??

When I try and explain to my English friends or my family what it’s been like living with the giant orange idiot running the shop - they just don’t understand at all.

Last year I thought there was going to be civil war, I went home to my family and announced it to everyone. My mate Debs believed me But I think she was about the only one. She knows. She knows everything. It’s good having friends like that.

And when it did happen…

Wow.

Enough for today see you tomorrow

Love, SArah X

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