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I have mixed feelings on tonight’s Casualty ep. I thought some of it was great, and some of it was... not so great. However, there was a moment that had me absolutely blown away, enough so that it took me over an hour to put words together for this!
I loved how many patients were in this ep. It’s always nice when we get that. Although, I think I’ll have to rewatch, because I didn’t fully ‘get’ all the storylines (there was a lot to keep up with!). I enjoyed the story with the two women who were together, and how it all turned out that they’d just been miscommunicating and they sorted out their relationship after all. :)
I did not love how much Faith was in this ep. I would rather have had her screentime go to a character I don’t adamantly dislike... oh well. I will say, one thing I did think was good was the title “Believe Me”, which I presume was meant to tie into Faith’s case against her rapist being dropped. (And of course, to Jodie’s ordeal too.) If I didn’t despise everything about this storyline, I would love that title even more. As it is, it’s still a good title, so kudos to Casualty for that.
Anna Chell is an incredible actress. Jodie’s storyline was done so well - so much so, I’m baffled at how it’s concurrent with the Faith one. I was a bit wary of how it would be handled, because it’s a very similar storyline to the one Jade had only a couple years ago, but then this sort of thing is, sadly, not rare IRL. So I wasn’t going to go against it just because of that similarity, but I didn’t know how to feel about it either. Turns out, it was very, very well-written. And very, very well-acted.
And now for the moment that I absolutely adored. Jodie’s speech to Rida, about how she wasn’t ashamed of what happened because she didn’t do anything. That was fantastic. I think it was very reminiscent of some of the dialogue Jac got after she was assaulted on Holby, and I’ve praised that so much before, of course I loved this too. I think this is already one of my favourite Casualty quotes.
I’m so, so glad they have respected Jodie in this storyline. They could have done the usual narrative for these sorts of storylines, the sensationalist “ooh, what a tragic little victim, pity them!!” stuff that is still all too often on TV. (Sympathy is one thing, pity is another.) Instead, we got this, and I love it. I take my metaphorical hat off to Casualty!
Also, though... Faith, why? I don’t think she should have told Max what happened at all. Although Jodie isn’t ashamed of talking about it, it’s still ultimately her ordeal to talk about, not anyone else’s. I don’t feel like we’re supposed to agree with Faith, thank goodness, but it still frustrated me when she did all that. I don’t agree with Max either, I think Donna was the only one being a decent person, but still.
I love Rida even more now. She’s such a great friend, she’s awesome, what more can I say. Sarah Seggari’s performance was great, as well. May we all have a friend who cares for us the way Rida cares for Jodie!
Teddy and Paige gave us a sweeter, lighthearted storyline, and I very much enjoyed it. They’re cute together, I like them. <3
And next week, we get Jacob back!! I’ve very much missed him these past few weeks, I love Jacob. He’s definitely one of my favourite characters.
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fairuzfan · 4 months
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Here's a summary of what's been happening in Sudan the past couple of days. It's gotten to the point where women are asking for contraceptives for fear of getting raped by RSF forces.
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saywhatyouwillbut · 16 days
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i’m sorry about kidnapping your boyfriend so we could give the fbi false testimony. yes, i tried to feed him, he thinks thai is too fattening and wouldn’t have any. i also put out a hit on his rapist
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headspace-hotel · 11 months
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Radfems commonly ask "What did J.K. Rowling do wrong besides say that 'woman' is a real biological category?" as a 'gotcha' and, well...
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(referencing Matt Walsh's documentary, 'What is a Woman')
this is matt walsh (skip to 1:30)
If you don't want to click the link, this is where he says that girls are "most fertile" at 17 and that getting pregnant at 16 was the norm throughout history and that "teen pregnancy" isn't a real problem, only unwed pregnancy.
This is Matt Walsh's blog post explaining exactly what he thinks of feminism.
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This is another post explaining what Matt Walsh thinks of feminism.
This is what Matt Walsh's twitter says
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(Yes, he self-identified as a fascist on Twitter back when the interaction with JKR took place.)
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If J.K. Rowling agrees with Matt Walsh on 'what a woman is,' she is anti-feminist, misogynistic scum.
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thebrainofmae · 1 year
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I just think they’re neat
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cathy-plus-e · 5 months
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If this post gets 50k notes before July 7th of 2024 I'll do anything possible to go to therapy and investigate if I really got rapped when I was 10 years old so I can stop living with an uncomfortable feeling of doubt and insecurity with my own body
This got extremely specific I'm sorry
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2
[Pt.1]
Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”
Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.
But this?
This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.
This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.
“Your father, papito, he-,”
Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.
“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”
The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.
“Ey, Peter.”
“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.
“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.
“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”
“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”
“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”
Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”
“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”
“You talk like an old man.”
“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”
“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.
“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.
“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”
“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”
Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”
“Anytime, Spidey.”
Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.
To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.
See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.
Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.
Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.
Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.
“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.
Talk about deja vu.
“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.
Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.
“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.
“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.
Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”
He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.
Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.
The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.
The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.
Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.
“You alright?”
“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.
“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.
“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.
Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.
“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”
Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.
“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.
“More of them? You know what they want?”
Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.
“I can help,” Peter promised.
“What’re your thoughts on metas?”
Suspicious.
“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”
Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.
Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-
“Caught? You’re a meta?”
Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”
Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.
“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”
Frank blinked.
“What?”
Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.
“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”
“Yeah…? Is that weird?”
Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.
“Move, Frank!”
Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.
“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.
When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.
“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”
“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”
Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.
“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”
They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.
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“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”
“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”
“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”
“I’ll show you twerp, you-”
Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.
“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”
“Spidey?”
“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”
Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.
“Ughhhh.”
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“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”
Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.
“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”
“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.
He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.
“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.
Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.
“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.
Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.
“Ah. Something unpleasant?”
Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.
“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”
“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”
“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…
“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.
“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”
“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”
“Yeah.”
“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.
“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”
“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”
Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”
And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.
“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”
“Uh.”
“It’s cool,”
“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”
“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.
“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”
“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.
“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”
“Why not?”
“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”
Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.
He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?
Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.
“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”
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Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww
Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*
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Tim: I’ve connected the dots!
Peter: you’ve connected jack shit
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Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)
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My opinion on tonight’s episode is basically the same as my opinion on the previous one: I Sure Did Just Watch An Episode Of Casualty.
I must admit, my interest in the episode was going to be dragged down either way by the fact that fucking Faith was in it, bringing her back to us after a lovely nearly 2 months of being able to forget she existed. So even though I love Stevie and Jan, both of whom featured a lot in tonight’s episode, it was hard to pay attention when I kept thinking about Faith.
Before I get to the review, I’ll say - I noticed the writer for this episode is Jodie Ashdown. I wonder if she’s a relation of Simon Ashdown, the Eastenders writer (I think he’s actually done some stuff for the Holbyverse, too, but it was years ago if so), or if they just coincidentally have the same surname. Anyway, onto discussing the episode.
The best part of this episode, if you ask me, was the 2 seconds of getting to see Stevie in her suit before the patient’s boyfriend beat her up. She looked so good in that suit. I hope we see her wear it again, in a happier context, at some point. She looked gorgeous. She looked so gender. Stevie, please share your gender with me, I would love to borrow it.
The attack on Stevie is, obviously, primarily a plot device to further the Marcus storyline. Jon Sen said something in his latest interview about the Marcus/Stevie relationship turning “coercive”. I hope it was just awkward phrasing and the relationship doesn’t turn into full-on abuse, I don’t really want to see that (not that I’d ever want to see it but you probably know what I mean, right?). I’d rather it just stays lower-level, with Marcus using Stevie’s vulnerability after the assault to his own ends for his plan to further his career, but not crossing the line into actual flat-out coercive control. (I might also just be biased because we know what happened last time a show produced by Jon Sen did a coercive control story. Albeit I’m pretty sure Kate Oates was the one to introduce Chantelle and Gray to Eastenders before Sen even came along, so it’s very possible everything about how that story played out was her fault.)
If they do go the abusive relationship route, though... some of Stevie’s lines tonight and in general how she reacted to the domestic abuse case were interesting. “Guys like Jordan, I’ve met before.” particularly stood out to me. She could just be referring to previous DV cases she’s dealt with as a doctor, but the thing Jon Sen said makes me wonder - does Marcus have a history? I doubt they’ll go the route of him having been physically abusive or anything, but maybe he was manipulative/controlling in some way to her or Emma? Maybe that’s where they’re going with it?
Alternatively, it could mean there’s some other abuse situation in Stevie’s backstory, rather than anything with Marcus specifically. I don’t know exactly why, but something about her reaction when Jordan attacked her struck me. But if it were related to Marcus then that would contradict what I already said, that I doubt they’d have Marcus have a history of physical abuse, so yeah.
One thing that scares me is that if they go the route of making Marcus abusive, they may very well have Faith be the one to “save” Stevie, since they fucking love having Faith be painted as a saviour to abuse victims, rather than what she actually is - an abuser herself. She was emotionally abusive to Lev, she tried to rape him, and, in an eerie parallel to Jordan tonight, her abuse doesn’t stop with her partner - remember when she attacked Natalia’s boyfriend?
Please don’t make Faith the saviour in this, Casualty. I am so fucking tired of the show painting Faith as totally sweet and innocent just because she happens to be a good-looking white woman.
Also, speaking of Faith, both she and Marcus were patronising as fuck to Stevie. Yes, she wasn’t in any state to be going for the interview, but the way to deal with that is not talking down to her until she relents.
I liked the paramedics stuff tonight. The story with the little girl whose parents died was so tragic, though. Very upsetting storyline to watch. :( No wonder Jan was so shaken.
They seem to be heading for some sort of storyline about the effects of paramedic work on mental health with Jan, which could be a really interesting thing to explore. Di Botcher is an excellent actress, so I know she can pull it off.
Also, Sah looked great tonight. I still love their hairstyle. They, too, looked very gender. I want their gender just as much as I want Stevie’s, lmao.
The story with the old lady Rita was very sweet, although I got a bit annoyed at Paul’s involvement because I still don’t like Paul. Also, I feel like every other episode Casualty has an old lady turn up who goes on about “my Ronnie”, “my Sam”, whatever, and about how much she loves him, and then he turns out to be a dog.
So yeah, all in all, an okay episode but nothing particularly special (which feels weird to say given how many important storylines featured). Presumably the next episode will be that improvised paramedics special. I’ll be interested to see how that ep turns out.
Edit: ...Okay, Digital Spy put up a “Casualty spoilers for next week” article. It is obviously not the improvised paramedics special, either. I am baffled, we weren’t supposed to be getting an episode next week. I’d like to say “well, I’d be glad if we did get an episode after all” but it looks like a lot of it will focus on Faith so I can’t say I’d actually be particularly glad. ://
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intersectionalpraxis · 3 months
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Someone also wrote a brief description about these massacres and brutal systematic raping and often killing of Vietnamese women and children by these despicable and depraved US soldiers. It is absolutely horrific. I hope these soldiers are eternally damned.
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I will be adding this to my reading list. This was recommended by someone in the comment section for those who haven't read this one yet:
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intheholler · 23 hours
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what joke are you really tryin to tell when you make fun of appalachia and the greater south?
even when you "just" mock our accents (you and i both know what you're really implying when you take on the drawl), the punchline of your joke there is poverty.
those who prefer a more overt route over backhanded implication: when you laugh at our education, or lack thereof, the punchline of your joke is still poverty. systemically underfunded schools packed with underprivileged children who aren't getting the same standards of education as the rest of the country is a real knee slapper boy i tell you what
when you mock our dental health and start quipping about toothless hillbillies, you're still laughin at poverty. appalachia is disproportionately uninsured compared to the rest of the nation. fellas most of us can't afford the privilege of regular, preventative dental visits and checkups, let alone the cost of huge procedures when things finally get dire. beyond that, our poverty is generational. from the get go we inherit bad teeth from family who couldn't afford that shit neither.
in the same vein, when you make fatphobic comments about said disproportionately-uninsured region--one with few jobs available to begin with, let alone work that pays enough to afford wholesome, unprocessed foods that don't rot yer teeth for supper--the butt of your joke is,, u guessed it,, ✨ poverty ✨
but to me the real kicker is the cousin fucker jokes. how can you not see that when you snark about inbreeding, when you piss yourself over that infamous billboard and oh, how could anyone possibly need to be told that?!, your punchline is not only poverty and a lack of education enough to develop critical thinking skills and the ability to build safe support networks, but you're also usually guffawing at incestuous rape and vulnerable children on top of it. peak comedy.
really though, how is any of that funny?
what happens to everyone's class consciousness the moment we start talkin about the hollers n the deep south?
why does health insurance, quality education, and food security for all suddenly go from issues worth fighting for to punishments, and ones we deserve to be humiliated for on top of it?
i know im just a dumb ol hillbilly n all, but i reckon i just don't get what we're supposed to be laughin at here
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neechees · 1 year
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How is the cult from Midsommer white supremacist? Because they are swedish and borrow from paganism? The nazis appropriated Norse culture, they even misused different runes and symbols, and Scandinavia is one of the most tolerant regions in Europe.
There's Nazi imagery throughout the film, & the fact that all the poc die first is no mistake. Ari Aster himself has said that the Harga are White Supremacists:
Defying an outdated horror trope, Aster does not kill off Josh (William Jackson Harper) — the only black character for miles — first. As Aster points out, though, the Hårga are racist, a callback to “a part of Swedish history and European history,” and all of the “outsiders” or “new blood” recruited for mating are purposely white.
“He’s thrown away in a way that the other members of the main cast are not," Aster notes. “And that is because these people have no further use for him.”
The Harga, when not inbreeding with each other, go out and groom new members to either 1. Be sacrified or 2. Introduce new genes by manipulating people into the cult or drugging & raping them (what they did to Dani & Christian), & they ONLY pick white people for this. There are no nonwhite Harga & that's not an accident.
The script also makes it crystal clear that the nonwhite couple were specifically chosen (bc they are not white) & brought there to be sacrificed & were never going to live. The member that brought the nonwhite couple displays hatred & malice towards them when they're not looking, but doesn't do this with the other white outsiders
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(Ingemar is the Harga that brought Connie & Simon, the nonwhite couple). Connie & Simon didn't do anything wrong, they didn't do anything outright to insult the Harga. The only thing they did was be shocked about seeing the ritual suicide & express desire to leave (and they weren't the only ones who did this, Dani also did). And yet they were some of the first to die.
Even the visuals-- the Harga wear all White, it's always in blinding daylight. Whiteness is a GLARING theme. There's also foreshadowing early on in the film, where a book titled "The secret Nazi language of the Uthark" featured in Christian's room just before they go to Sweden.
There's also other Nazi ideology present within the Harga, such as the strict gender roles (the women all wear dresses & cook & clean & care for the children together but the men butcher the bear together), eugenics & ableism (the elderly are killed off at a certain age because they see disability & needing to be cared for as an elder "shameful", which is what one Harga states at the ritual suicide scene, & of course killing off the nonwhite characters), the "return to tradition" ideology (there are NO modern technology in the community, & it's in the countryside).
You see a cult full of ONLY White people, using Norse paganism (something VERY popular with Nazis) in an isolated area, who routinely murder poc, don't intermix with poc, kill off their elderly, Dani (the blonde, light eyed white girl) is praised for her beauty & made their May queen by the Harga, with strict gender roles, & this film was made by a JEWISH MAN to show the Harga as the bad guys, & you don't have a hunch that the Harga are maybe supposed to be white supremacists/nazis? That doesn't raise any red flags for you?
& let's not forget how Scandanavia committed genocide against the Saami, the Indigenous population who were there for hundreds of years before anyone else. That's a little off topic, but as a First Nations Canadian I aint gunna let that just go unacknowledged. Scandanavia has a white supremacy problem too, & Ari Aster is right for pointing it out
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blvntfxrce · 1 month
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switching from missionary to mating press while raping her so she goes from "no no no i'll be good pls stop" to "fuck it's so deep pls rape me pls pls pls"
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Is there any specific point in time where you realized men can't be relied on to truly support womens' problems?
I don't think there's a specific moment, exactly.
Seeing a lot of violence while working in crisis certainly didn't help, but I think it was more the passivity of other men that sealed my opinion here.
You'd have a severely beaten woman and we would accompany them to make a statement, and the female police officers would make a cup of tea for them, or make sure we were in a private area, or just offer sympathy and support. The male ones we often had to remind them that, actually, this victim would probably prefer to not have to stand in a hallway and detail her assault? Or talk about her rape in a waiting room?
Or men who would be more outraged that a woman was raped because she was "owned" by a husband, like the assault was a slight on the husband, rather than a horrific attack on the wife.
Or the men who would constantly argue in group sessions that being a male rape victim was worse than being a female rape victim because it was "more humiliating" - as though women could not feel humiliation?
Or in anger management- "I never hit her, I would never hit her!" Yes, but did you make her afraid? Did you damage her property? Did you make her think that you would - or could - hit her? Are you able to comprehend what she went through, why you're even here?
These men did not directly commit rape or physical violence. They would be, I'm sure, horrified by the thought. But they just had no empathy. They didn't treat womens suffering as human suffering. They didn't make the effort, or have the curiosity to look further.
How can we count on people like this? How can we hope that these are the hands that will keep us safe? How can I be certain that they will catch us while we are falling, when we are having to work hard to teach them about basic respect and empathy?
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thottybrucewayne · 2 months
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It's so crazy that people can't have frank discussions about bdsm and Kink without the prude allegations popping up. Like damn, why I gotta be Vanilla™ cause I don't think roleplaying rape, familial sexual abuse, or racist violence is okay? It's so wild you can just say "Yeah, even if you're a survivor who's into that stuff personally, you should be able to understand how this kind of play makes irl kink spaces dangerous." and all of a sudden you're a puritanical prude who hates queer people or whatever. Like aight. Whatever.
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