Okay so idk as much about the Superfam (I’ve read like, a single comic with a Super as a main character and it was a YJ one, and I’ve watched most animated shows and the CW Lois and Clark one) but tbh, their whole thing is SUCH a good allegory for immigrants, esp like people escaping from places of violence. Like obviously there’s Kal-El/Clark Kent, who’s like a second gen immigrant, bc he has this whole other culture and home he never will get to know and he still has parts of it in him he doesn’t understand and he knows it scares other people or makes them disgusted (and especially growing up in Midwestern USA - not the most accepting place ever, even if Ma and Pa kent were awesome, as they were) so he learns to only show the parts people are comfortable with while still not really understanding them himself right?

But there’s always gonna be this part of him that needs to be the ideal, to fit everyone’s perception of him, like, and that causes sm friction w the other Superfam members?? Like Kara and Karen (they’re the same person but from different universes right- am I just dumb or) GREW UP on Krypton, they’re first gen immigrants, forced to leave somewhere they knew and come somewhere that no one knows their culture and even Clark is called ‘the last son of Krypton’ even when he’s not Kryptonian ENOUGH bc he didn’t grow up there, to them at least, and bc stuff like ‘the S means hope’ when it’s not an S at all?? But Clark has learned to say and sue stuff like that to make people more comfortable with him, and like, HOW does that not cause friction??

And then obviously there’s like, Chris and Jon and Kon and even Jordan if we include him, and Mia, like so many superkids, but the ones ik most are Kon, Jon, and Jordan. So like Jon and Jordan are really also second gen/third gen, right, like they both want to learn more about who they are and where they came form but there’s only so much they can use to connect to it with and they still feel all distant from it and stuff. Like Jordan has powers, so there’s him trying to connect with a place he wasn’t born in, that has never even EXISTED at the same time as him, but he still has such obvious markers he isn’t ‘normal’ aka like everyone else (ahem immigrants) but he can’t link himself to the place they come from fully. That applies to Jon in the comics. And Jon in CW is even more that - he’s like, he doesn’t even have the same connection Jordan does, he doesn’t even have that ability to connect to such a vital part of who he is, and he seems like he could be ‘normal’ but he’s still not fully human and has this whole other part of himself he doesn’t know how to deal with because no one’s there to tell him about it, he doesn’t know it.

And like, they’re all SO repressed. Repression is literally a key part of all their characters. They’re all, esp Clark, so desperate to keep up the image they’re ‘just like everyone else’ and they go from small Midwestern US town to Metropolis, which my best description of the vibes I’ve always gotten is like, yk those gentrified neighborhoods? The ones where they tear down usually POC lower income neighborhoods and kick people out and build overly glossy, minimalist homes on the backs of all those people with so much below the surface of bleached white countertops etc?? Yeah, that’s what Metropolis reminds me of - there’s so much cruelty and stuff (Lex Luthor lmao) below the shining surface it seems to want to present. And don’t even get me started on small Midwestern USA towns - I’m an immigrant, my cousin is second gen and lives in a Small Midwestern Town, and it is SO bad. “Out of the ordinary” isn’t really a thing people like there.

And SUPERMAN IS A REFLECTION OF THAT, and of IMMIGRANTS. He’s so obsessed with making sure he seems like ‘everyone else’, he and the rest of the superfam just... repress. Like aside from how violating it probably is to have you’re DNA used to make a... whole other being... without your KNOWLEDGE (and the um... comparisons to certain things that could be made), I like to think there’s 100% and element of that Kon is something out of this ‘ordinary’ Clark has forced himself to keep, and that like, scares him, right? He’s spent so long hiding who he is, not really trusting anyone (HIS BASE IS CALLED THE FORTRESS OF S O L I T U D E CMON-), trying to be ‘normal’, and Kon is some random kid who was made in such a violating manner and how can he explain where he came from, how can he make sure he hides everyone that makes him ‘alien’, how can he be sure Kon won’t mess it up- YOU GET IT?

Like everyone in the superfam is so lonely and repressed and none of them talk about it because they have to be shining beacons, paragons, there’s so many complicated dynamics behind the scenes. It’s a story of hiding parts of yourself because you’re never sure what parts will be welcomed at this point. A story about longing for a place you’ve never known, will never know, will never understand, because you aren’t of there, really, but you’re not of where you were raised either, because there’s parts of you that will never mesh with the ‘normal’ they have here. It’s a story about missing a place you had to leave, and feeling alienated and like everything is so DIFFERENT yet everyone acts like you’re abnormal, even when the things that have always been normal to you are shunned even by your own family. It’s a story about trying to connect with parts of yourself you can barely understand, can barely see, about being rejected out of fear of what will happen if you ‘mess up the image’. It’s a story about repressing all your trauma and expectations and keep smiling and being a hero, because they need to want us here, they need to trust us, because you know on some level you’re never really welcome and they need to keep wanting you and that’s what matters.

It’s an immigrant story and I want to see more angst about it please.

Guys the FNAF movie was so good

he transitioned, it's hatsune mike now

pokemon fans when they have to wait another year for the next big game with no major releases in-between

had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦

Me in 2018: I can't thirst post that's embarrassing

Me now: I know he nuts loud and abundant

you know when you're ill about Some Guy and you look at him and you're like. what sort of siren spell have you cast upon me. fiend. witch. begone from my sight *looks at another jpeg* *looks at another jpeg* *looks at another jpe

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.

ACES!!! Look at this Scientific American article!!! It makes me genuinely so happy to read. We’re making it!!!!

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/asexuality-is-finally-breaking-free-from-medical-stigma/

obsessed with this genre of images

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

ppl who dont draw fanart dont understand the joy of completely separating a character from context and just dressing them up like a dolly

🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

i dont know shit about dungeon meshi (yet) but ik theyre gay.