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HI LET’S SHARE NICOLE’S WORDS ON THE SUBJECT!
It has been literal years but every time I see Martin’s tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it.
Interesting, innit? https://medium.com/@nickyknacks/working-while-female-59a5de3ad266
Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.
In all the years of seeing this post I’ve never seen a link to her side. Didn’t even know she’d written one.
Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.
Also, she posted this is 2017! It’s fucking 2020 and I’ve seen his side of this for years, but it took 3 years for her side to make its way to my dash…
I’ve reblogged his story at least twice; it’s time for Nicole’s.
I got so angry while reading her side of it
good for her tho like Nicole you icon <3
I redrew a couple memes for how I think V9 is gonna go on total drama island
Cruella’s Mom dies, but Who Let The Dogs Out is playing in the background
Sorry for reposting a popular tweet but this. A thousand times this. A million times. Disney is the worst thing to ever happen to art.
For anyone who doesn't know what's going on in Canada right now (which, let's be real, is probably everyone who's not in Canada):
This week, a mass grave was discovered at a former Indian Residential School, in Kamloops, BC. The grave contained the bodies of 215 Indigenous children.
For people outside of North America, residential schools were places that Indigenous children were sent to, to have their language and culture stripped away from them. They were literally stolen from their families, and scattered across Canada, to ensure that they would be surrounded by children who didn't speak their language. They were given Christian names and forced to speak English. They were horrendously abused, and the survivors have been traumatized.
Hundreds of children never returned. The assumption has always been that they died. This has now been confirmed.
The school in Kamloops closed in 1978. They are now trying to identify bodies to inform family members. The last residential school closed in the 1990s. There is growing demand to search all of them, but the government hasn't responded to that, as of yet. Ottawa JUST gave in to pressure to fly the Canada flag at half mast. They weren't even going to do that.
This is the reality if anti-Indigenous racism in Canada. The residential schools may be closed, but that hasn't stopped the abduction of Indigenous children, let alone the hundreds of missing and murdered Indigenous women.
also since i have a lot of minors following me, i’d like to spread this advice:
if an adult starts talking to you about nsfw shit, run. just run. if an adult is calling you “mature for your age”, run. if an adult is complimenting you excessively, run.
if an adult is making you uncomfortable, run.
Hey!! Just a reminder that because someone is ace and/or Aro doesn't meant they can't have another orientation (eg. bi, pan, straight etc).
Why? Because these people might still want to pursue a relationship regardless of not feeling attraction, and some might have a preference for gender!
Ok bye!!
Glimbow x Consent
Glimmer took so long to understand that her feelings for Bow were mutual mainly because he never acted on them. He never tried to kiss her, never cuddled her when they slept next to each other, never asked to hold hands, anything!
Which would have been fine if she didn't know that Bow's main love language was physical affection. He loved giving hugs and comforting others, no matter who it was, horde soldier or rebellion member. He was kind and seemed to have no boundaries for his own personal space, most of the time.
Glimmer, on the other hand, tried to act on her feelings, but she doesn't know how to show love in the normal way. For her, love is about freedom, quality time, that sort of thing. And she does that a lot with Bow already so it's not like she didn't try to tell him about her feelings. She was just afraid of being rejected and winding up alone, all over again.
And after the battle, when they were finally letting out all they had been thinking about each other, Bow asked "Can I kiss you?"
Glimmer was too flustered at the moment to think straight. Her thoughts were all on Bow, Bow's face, Bow's lips, Bow's hair, Bow's eyes, Bow's blushed cheek, Bow's lips. Oh, Bow's lips got her attention the most, and so, she whispered "Yes" back to him and they kissed.
Only after a few days did Glimmer start being weirded out by Bow. They kissed a lot. A lot. A lot a lot, like, making up for all the years they knew each other and didn't kiss.
And yet, before every kiss, every single kiss, Bow asked if he could kiss Glimmer. He didn't miss one chance to ask her permission, and while at first it seemed sweet it just got old. Boring. Glimmer wanted to be taken by surprise with a big kiss from behind, or in the middle of a conversation, perhaps in between meetings so she could feel some adrenaline.
But Bow wasn't like that. He always had to ask, taking away that element. So she tried to make it happen for herself.
Bow was making his bed when he saw her walk in and his face lit up "Hey, Glimmer! I didn't know you were up already."
Glimmer's hands suddenly got sweaty, and so did her forehead. Her knees were wobbly and she felt her heart thumping harder while she walked up to him. There was no reason to be nervous, he was her boyfriend after all. He loved her, she knew that.
It just felt weird taking the first step. Admitting you want affection, committing to that action with the likely reality that you could be turned down, or seen as needy. It was scary to show what you cared about enough to work for it and make it happen.
She got on her toes, nonetheless, and went to kiss Bow, closing her eyes shut, trying to get rid of the nerves going through her mind once and for all. If she did it quickly enough, she'd feel more comfortable, and then she could kiss him again and again and again.
But his lips never crashed into hers. Instead, his hands went up to her arms, a little above the elbow and slightly pushed her back onto her heels. Glimmer didn't understand what was happening, but it felt like her heart was fracturing in pieces, yet still tumping on her ribcage. She opened her eyes and saw Bow's face, equal parts flustered, worried, and confused. He was leaning back, leaning away from Glimmer. Her head spun with shame, and a little flame lit up inside of her.
"Glimmer, what was that? Are you ok?"
"Yes! Of course it is! I just wanted to kiss my boyfriend" Glimmer said, a little harshly while getting up on her tiptoes again.
Bow pushed her back once again "You seem upset. You walked in here with a serious face, barely smiled." he cocked his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows.
Glimmer rolled her eyes "It's nothing, I just wanted to kiss you" her voice was steady, her eyes were determined, but her cheeks were heavily blushed and burning hot. Her face was probably the same shade of pink of her hair right there and then.
Bow laughed "Well, if that's all you wanted you could've just asked."
You could've just asked.
Asked.
Asked.
Asked.
Glimmer's inner fire went out of control "But what if I don't want to ask?!"
Bow's hands shot away from her arms and his light aura changed to a worried one. It seemed like his natural state, always worrying about others.
"What do you mean?"
"I just wanted to surprise you with a kiss! I don't need to ask everytime if I can kiss you just like you don't have to ask me! We're boyfriend and girlfriend, that's part of being in a relationship!"
"But what's wrong with having consent?"
Glimmer groaned "Sometimes, it's sweet. Other times I just want to be surprised, ok? And asking if I want it ruins that."
Bow furrowed his eyebrows "I'm not going to stop asking for consent, Glimmer. Just because we're dating doesn't mean we're entitled to each other. Just because I'm your boyfriend doesn't mean I get to kiss you whenever I want. It's when we both want it."
"Yes I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to say I was entitled to your kisses or anything but- I always want to kiss you, so just stop asking."
Bow glared at her "I'm not sure."
Glimmer was a step away from him and still felt far from him, she didn't understand how he was thinking, which was crazy because she knew him for so long she practically lived inside his mind. She knew how he worked, thought, and acted. But this was destroying her thought process, so she just stayed quiet, awkwardly rubbing her elbow.
"I have that meeting in a few minutes, I guess... I guess I'm gonna go."
Bow looked at her with sympathy "Have a good meeting" and went right back to making his bed.
*
Glimmer's meeting was not exactly a meeting. It was more of a therapy session thing. Adora and Bow insisted she started attending those after all that had happened, since Angela died and her dad came back. She tried to act happy and upbeat like before but sometimes she couldn't. It weighed her down, and filled her with nothingness. Yes, she had her friends to support her, but it would never replace her mother.
Some sessions were harder than others. And this one was harsh. She left the room trying to hold it all in, thanking the therapist for their time and going back to her room so she could cry, hug her pillow and go to sleep.
She opened her door and Bow was sitting on the edge of her bed. He looked up, saying immediately "I've been thinking about what you said and... Oh." he looked at her face, with her red shot eyes and trembling lips "That bad?"
"Bow, not right now, I just want to be in bed." her voice cracked and Bow's throat went dry as he stood up. He couldn't stand to see other people cry, much less Glimmer.
"Can I give you a hug?"
"No, Bow, I just want to lie down!"
He looked more pained than hurt by her words "Is there anything you want me to do?"
"No!" she screamed out. He stared at her and then started walking towards the door and her mind started racing.
She didn't want Bow to hold her, she couldn't stand it when people touched her when she was in that state. She needed to feel like she was in control of her surroundings and herself. Being touched felt incredibly offsetting and confusing, and she didn't need that then. But she did need Bow.
"Wait. Don't leave." she didn't think he'd just leave the room. Just because she said she didn't want to hug him.
"Do you want me to stay here by your side?"
"Yes."
"But I can't hug you."
"No."
"Kiss you?"
"No."
"Hold your hand?"
Glimmer hesitated. She remembered how her father would hold her hand when she was little and was going through anxiety attacks. How her mother did it after Micah disappeared. Even though touch felt wrong to her in that situation, somehow, someone holding her hand always felt like an anchor to reality. So, she said "Yes."
They said nothing more as Glimmer got in her bed and was covered by the comforter by her loving partner. She held her hand out across the mattress where Bow layed down on, facing the ceiling so Glimmer didn't feel pressured by his eyes on her. He held her hand on his chest, and she felt it in her hand his steady heartbeat and rising and falling chest.
She started to weep, gripping Bow's shirt tightly. She tried to calm down but her thoughts were running through her head so fast she couldn't stop them. So her tears just kept coming out.
Bow looked at her, worried, and reached a hand for her shoulder, slowly pulling her against him. He was trying to hold her, but that was too much touching, too much for the already overloaded system that was Glimmer's body and mind. She shook against it and whispered "No."
Bow let go of her and sighed, still holding onto her hand. So that's what they did for the next half hour. Glimmer cried and Bow cradled her hand in his chest.
After a while, she started to calm down. Her eyes and nose were red, but she could finally breathe easily without thoughts intruding into her mind with no control. She started to get up, slipping her sweaty hand away from Bow as she settled against the head of the bed, crossing her legs and hanging her head down. Bow sat crossed-leg too, in front of her.
"Thank-"
"I'm sorr-"
They tried to speak at the same time and chuckled. Glimmer nodded her head for him to go first and he exhaled loudly.
"I'm sorry, for trying to hug you in bed after you said no. Sometimes I don't know what you need, and I don't want to do something wrong, so that's why I usually ask. But you were so keen on me surprising you and not asking so I thought I'd give it a try because I thought that's what you needed." shame started to seep into his voice, making it crack" I though you'd want a hug in that moment, but you didn't and I'm sorry" his lip trembled and he started rubbing his eyes, who seemed to barely be holding in some tears.
"No, Bow. You were right, you should ask, so I'm sorry. I should be more like you, respect your boundaries and tell you about mine."
"But you were right too" Bow said "sometimes you just want to be surprised, not asked. But how can I do that if I don't ask to know what you need from me?"
"I don't know," Glimmer sighed "but we can figure that out together. Maybe we could have a code for when we're in the mood." Bow chuckled "Or one of those stuffed animals that are reversible and represent your mood."
"You literally have magic powers and you're talking about a reversible stuffie" Bow laughed while sniffing and running his wrist under his nose.
"Well, at least I'm having ideas! I don't hear you making any suggestions" Bow laughed out loud, making Glimmer follow his example. It felt freeing, after all the crying she had done.
Bow looked at her intently and then at their hands. She nodded and they held each other's hand, scooting closer, staring into each other's eyes.
"May I kiss you, Bow?"
He smiled from ear to ear "You may"
I'm happy to say I can finally say I'm adhd. I was diagnosed! :D
If the police were afraid of being falsely accused of brutality, they'd be actively demanding to be filmed at all times. But they don't.
If the police didn't want to be seen as a gang, they'd be demanding the repeal of all laws against victimless actions so their only focus would be on violent criminals. But they don't.
If the police feared for their lives in every encounter with civilians, they'd do everything they could to reduce the number of encounters. For example, they'd demand the repeal of quotas, and they'd feel relieved when social workers want to take over some of those encounters. But they don't.
If the police didn't want to be judged as a group when one of them does something bad, they'd be actively and openly condemning the bad police officers and making sure everyone witnesses that. But they don't.
It's almost as if everything the police say is a lie.
//of course it was the same. langa was the same langa he had always been, with the same trembly hands and anxious heart and stumbling accent, and reki was the same reki, warm and imperfect and beautiful. and langa had been in love with him all along.//
I had some of these lines in my notes for weeks and I was so excited to finally share them with you all!!!thank you all so much for the love on chapter 17, it really has made my life so sweet these past couple of days 😭❤️❤️
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I AM ABSOLUTELY CORRECT, THERE IS NO POSSIBLE DISCUSSION
I did a very quick, sketchy comic because I was extremely inspired by this post. (Credit to @pinkdiamondprince for the original post.)
The entire analogy was just fantastic and so, so accurate, and I wanted to make a comic for it, even if it’s very sketchy because my attention span is nil.
30,000 reblogs and no ID??? We gotta fix that
[id: a comic comprised of a series of simple black and white digital sketches. The following are the drawing panels and captions in story order—
1. A simply drawn person stands with a confused expression on their face. Beside them float question marks colored in with the aro and ace pride flags. Above and around them, in black handwriting, narration reads “Trying to figure out if you’re ace or aro can be hard, because it’s trying to find the absence of something.”
2. “Imagine you’re at a pond,” it continues, “and you want to know if there are turtles at the pond.” The person stands on a rock at the edge of a small pond, peering down into the water.
3. “Say you find a turtle,” the narrator says. The person picks up a turtle, holding it up to their face as they both smile at each other. “Great! Now you know there are turtles.”
4. “But say you don’t find any turtles,” it reads. “Maybe there are no turtles.” The person shrugs, smiling. “Or maybe you’re just bad at looking for turtles.” The person gets down onto their hands and knees to look under a rock, but they find nothing. “And maybe you THINK you saw a turtle”—the person stands up, surprised, as they notice a turtle-shaped shadow from the corner of their eye—“but it was just a stick”. The person picks up the stick, annoyed.
5. A single turtle stands on a small hill. “Maybe there are only a few turtles.” The person is shown again, looking troubled, their head in their hand. “Maybe you need to do something special to find the turtles.”
6. Two turtles stand among turtle-sized rocks. “Maybe some of these rocks are actually turtles, but you couldn’t tell them apart.” The pond is shown, completely empty. “Maybe there just are no turtles.”
7. The person looks down sadly, discouraged. “You just…don’t know.”
8. Four new people are shown, saying the following lines—“And people are like, ‘There HAVE to be turtles! You’ll find them!’ and ‘How many turtles have you found in your pond?’ and ‘Try planting some vegetables at the shore to attract them!’ and ‘Oh no! What disaster happened that there are no turtles in your pond?’”
9. The original person is shown again, disgruntled; standing with their shoulders slouching, mud up to their waist, and a large net hanging loosely from their hand. The narrator says “And you’re just standing there, wet, with an empty net and a tired expression.”
10. “But whatever,” it continues as the empty pond is shown again, “because whether there are turtles or not, your pond’s ecology works just fine without them.” Now there are both a heron and a frog, shown living happily. “Because that’s what ecosystems do,” the narrator says. “They form a system with what they have.”
11. The person sits at the edge of their pond, smiling as they splash their feet in the water. “You aren’t missing anything if you don’t have turtles. In fact–“ the person stands up and runs, worried, towards another person who’s walking towards the pond with a basket full of turtles. “If someone tried to pour a bunch of turtles in, it’d probably screw something up,” the narrator continues.
12. “So you don’t have to be totally sure,” it says as the original person shrugs with a smile. “You don’t have to search every inch of the pond before deciding there are probably no turtles.” The person wipes their brow, relieved.
13. “If you want to take the aro/ace label because you think it fits, GO FOR IT.” The person stands with their back to the viewer, looking out over their pond as the sun sets. “And if you do find turtles, you can always rename the pond.”
14. “SO GO FOR IT,” the comic concludes.
End id]
(@dragonheartftherpays I hope you approve!)
Trying to figure out if you’re ace or aro can be so much harder than other sexualities because it’s like, trying to find the absence of something. Imagine you’re at a pond and you want to know if there are any turtles, or fish. Say you find a turtle and you’re like “great! Now I know there are turtles.” Or a fish, now you know for sure there are fish. Or you find both, and now you know for a fact there are both turtles and fish in the pond.
But like, if you don’t find any turtles it might be that there are no turtles or maybe you’re just really shitty at looking for turtles and maybe you THINK you saw a turtle over there or maybe it was just a stick. Maybe there are only a few turtles. Maybe you need to do something special to find the turtles. Maybe a bunch of these rocks are actually turtles but you couldn’t tell them apart. Maybe there are no turtles. You have no idea. Meanwhile some people are saying “Oh there have to be turtles! You’ll find them eventually ;)” or “How many turtles have you found in your pond?” or “Try planting some vegetables at the shore to attract the turtles.” Or “Oh no! What disaster happened to your pond that there are no turtles?” And you’re just standing there wet with an empty net and a tired expression.
But whatever because whether there are turtles or fish or not your pond’s ecology works just fine without them because that’s what eco-communities do they form a system around what they have. You aren’t missing anything if you don’t have turtles you just have a pond system without turtles. If someone tried to change you by pouring a bunch of turtles into your pond it would probably fuck something up.
So you don’t have to be entirely sure. You don’t have to search every inch of the damn pond before you can decide there are probably no turtles. If you want to take the aro or ace label because you think it fits go for it. And if you do find your turtles you can rename the pond. That’s fine.
Also sometimes you really like the turtles in other people’s ponds and you love how they bring the place all together but that doesn’t mean you want turtles in your pond you just enjoy watching the ones in other people’s ponds.