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it really is annoying as hell how someone will talk about how poor people can't avoid ethically dubious products because of how being poor works and then someone with a two story house in the suburbs will take that to mean they can order harry potter books through a drone delivery from amazon and if you criticize that you're a bigot
liking a funny reel made by a white man but then I check his page n itâs all vaguely centrist right wing leaning bullshit so u genuinely have to unlike and hope he dies
Don't Fall for this scam.
Transgender community, please please please do NOT use this product! It will kill you if used, please do not use it whatsoever.
Please reblog and spread the word
I also think that the strength gap is at least partially manufactured women would in fact be stronger overall if little girls were encouraged to do physically taxing games and activities and eat their fill while theyâre growing vs having to constantly diet and be sedentary indoors (or god forbid do intense cardio while under-eating). The amount of adult women honestly afraid to lift weights bc they think theyâll get bulky as though bulking isnât a full time job that athletes have to spend all their time on and anyone on earth gets shredded from just using their adult muscles for their intended purpose, girl your bone density đ„
if you say women are intentionally nerfed from birth in 2026 people look at you like youâre insane and start condescendingly telling you about how women are just better at different things (but not during their periods haha) but this was a completely basic feminist talking point I grew up with like âgirls can do it too! [shot of little girls climbing and running with boys]â nickelodeon commercial tier base level I hate it how is everyone suddenly dumber than the average 7 year old
('The Rules of Engagement with White Fragility', continued from last post)
"8. As a white person, I must feel completely safe during any discussion of race. Suggesting that I have racist assumptions or patterns will cause me to feel unsafe, so you will need to rebuild my trust by never giving me feedback again. Point of clarification: when I say "safe", what I really mean is "comfortable".
9. Highlighting my racial privilege invalidates the form of oppression that I experience (e.g. classism, sexism, heterosexism, ageism, ableism, transphobia). We will then need to turn out attention to how you oppressed me.
10. You must acknowledge my intentions (always good) and agree that my good intentions cancel out the impact of my behavior.
11. To suggest my behavior had a racist impact is to have misunderstood me. You will need to allow me to explain myself until you can acknowledge that it was your misunderstanding."
Chapter 10, White Fragility- Robin diAngelo
White Fragility - Robin diAngelo
genuinely I do love katara and sokka as a representation of how Indigenous people can be written in a fantasy setting and it was nice to have something like that in a childhood that was spent consuming a lot of media set in fantastical worlds. however I think if those are the only fictional Indigenous characters you can name, especially like as an adult, you should really make an effort to also engage with stories that portray real Indigenous people and cultures in the real world
actually Iâm going to add to this and say something that I know will be very controversial on tumblr but. if the only fictional Indigenous characters you as an adult can name in general are from solely childrenâs media, you should really make an effort to engage with a broader range of stories that portray real Indigenous people and cultures in the real world. sorry. I know this is a touchy subject. This isnât meant as an indictment of adults who engage with childrenâs media overall. I just think those shouldnât be, like, the only Indigenous characters youâre exposed to. respectfully. youâre going to be missing out on a lot of aspects of our stories, frankly. no matter how deep you think that story tailored to a child audience is. it very well may be. it was still written with children in mind first and foremost. please attempt to broaden your horizons.
and if Iâm being really honest? once youâve finished listing fictional Indigenous characters youâve heard of? my challenge to you, white tumblr user, is to name at least one work of non-fiction (book, essay, documentary, etc) created by an actual Indigenous person. youâre allowed to use search engines you just have to name one. and then you have to engage with that work, if you havenât already.
currently represented in this list: Mi'kmaq, Blackfoot, Mohawk, Cherokee, Anishinaabe, Cree, Haida suggestions always welcome
here's a list of 120 movies to get you started!
Unironically I think the early to mid 20s age group in America has unbelievably bad consent boundaries on all levels and so much language to defend it but this makes me sound like elon musk if I say it however the commonality of someone who will be like âI had 47 panic attacks and itâs your faultâ if you tell them no is insane
I rejected someone and got called âthe scariest person Iâve ever metâ with so much therapy speak interspersed like alright okay alright okay alright okay
âYou just say whatever youâre thinking and I donât know how to handle itâ was verbatim part of this conversation. Also everyone hates to see an autistic bitch
When I was in this age bracket, there was a huge emphasis on improving consent culture via graceful rejection, and it's gone by the wayside. Which sucks.
Twice in my youth (once in high school and once in college) I was in situations where I was asking someone out and I could tell they were calculating in their heads the risks of rejecting me, and both times I said, out loud, "you can say no, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't prepared for either answer." And then they said no. This wasn't some spark of special wisdom I had - I knew to do it because feminist conversations among my age group brought it up regularly. This isn't happening nearly enough anymore.
More recently, I was really glad when we got to "rejection sensitive dysphoria" in my IOP program and it was one of those symptoms where the therapists really emphasized how it affects others. Because it does.
Being someone who cannot handle rejection makes you much more likely to violate boundaries, and yes, that includes sexual ones. Yes, you, reader who has never hurt a fly. If you don't want to stumble backwards into sexually assaulting someone, fix your RSD meltdowns. If you keep them up it's only a matter of time. Because if you're nice enough to interact with, but are known to have RSD meltdowns, guess what happens when your friends and acquaintances need to reject you?
Something I feel like isn't talked about often with very powerful characters like Sukuna and Gojo is how emotionally stunted their power enabled them to be. Like when those girls offended Sukuna and he essentially went "hmph, don't tell me what to do >:(" and killed them. Gojo's antics and childish ways are tolerated because he's the strongest even tho much of the cast is annoyed by him. Sukuna is disfigured and was likely outcasted for his looks before his power outcast him to a pedestal instead of a laughing stock. Gojo is spoiled and cocky which ultimately led to his downfall. I still haven't read the manga yet so I'm not sure what happens with Sukuna yet, but I'm sure there's some poetic bullshit there too in how things end up for him (in my pussy). They truly are a match made in hell and very much operate on the same level. Just by their nature I don't see anyone connecting with either of them as deeply as with each other. 99.99% of potential romantic interests see them as ceo mafia doms when they are the brattiest brats that ever bratted enabled by big daddy pimp gege mothering them from his shonen-yaoi brained tit, big mommy milkers
Is there really a difference between the weak bullied outcasts of society and the ones placed high above it if neither of them have a seat at the table. Is the isolation not still painful. I guess it feels better to cry in a lambo than on the streets
anyway i want to see them fuck hard.
really i think the most insidious part of white supremacy is the way it will convince white people everything is actually About Them. being called out isnât about you. poc expressing frustration at your behaviour isnât about you. itâs about how you are affecting others. step one is literally just de-centre yourself from the conversation. anyone whoâs not white has already had to learn this lesson the hard way and it gets tiring waiting for the rest of you to catch up
the fact that the creator of the dcblackout was essentially bullied out of the boycott just because other people are getting books is disgusting. people said âi donât care that black characters/writers arenât getting books because there are gay people getting booksâ and weâre supposed to act like thatâs not insanely racist
in order to unlearn racism u have to be willing to accept that u are racist. itâs not a bad thing to want to change for the better. itâs not a bad thing to say hey, the way iâve been acting is racist and i donât want to be racist anymore. when people of color are telling u ways in which u have been racist, itâs actually not cool to brush it off and say, well i didnât mean it that way.. u actually have to make an effort to stop doing those things if u want to be able to actually say ur anti-racist. u canât just say ur not racist because u donât wanna be seen as racist. thatâs not how unlearning racism works.
âum iâm actually a good person so calling me racist couldnât possibly be true. ur just attacking me!â see how the racism is literally right there? see how ur just seconds away from calling me an angry black girl?
I literally reblogged this a day ago and OP was still up. This shit is entirely unacceptable fucking hell.
Whether this was a mass report until OP got auto-modded or a racist mod terminating OP with prejudice, any Black person who speaks up on racism instead of just grinning and bearing it still risks getting nuked from fucking orbit in this shithole.
Take what OP said to heart and do away with your white fragility.
How should Yuji Itadori kill Klay Thompson?
Reblorg if you see a kitties
And what if rap WAS only about sex, violence, and drugs... what then? Would you be justified in looking down upon it as not being "real" art? What would your justification be? Sex is immoral and taboo? Drugs should never be mentioned outside of D.A.R.E programs? Songs about violence turn children to it? Would you turn that standard to other genres as well? I know you wouldn't, I know you haven't, because it's never really been about the topics explored.
Late Summer Night Glimpses
[Various Creepypasta/Marble Hornets X GN!Reader]
[Warnings: like, none?]
[AN: I actually wrote a bit of this while in the shower staving off the terrible heat in our apartment! Something short bc yeah]
Reblogs are appreciated!
Jeff the Killer
UGH. He hates the heat. He rolls his sleeves up and canât stand it. On the warmest of nights, he actually takes his hoodie off.
While heâs most active in the night, the heat usually stops him from wanting to do much else than plop down and hang out. So naturally, the two of you just⊠hang out on the rooftop of the mansion. He saw the stars were out. Beautiful and bright, and almost perfectly in the same place as they were on earth. Oh, how the Slender Man loves the earthâs beauty yet fails to replicate it completely.
He leans in your doorway and nods his head for you to follow him, and without any second thought, you go with him. You follow him through the twists of the snake-like halls and up, up to the staircase that spirals endlessly to the roof. He headstone soft footsteps behind him, mentally noting how you need to work just a bit more on your light step.
Really quiet. The night is quiet save for a few rustles of leaves from animals moving about the forest, at last, those that have wandered in. Jeff guides your gaze to the stars above and he talks a bit to you. Soft memories of the life he sheeting live slip out in his slight knowledge of the stars overhead. Liu once mentioned the Big Dipper would be right⊠there!
You enjoy your time with him quietly. Every now and then you ask if he knows what a certain bright dot in the sky is, or if heâs aware of the myths that often surround them. He knows some, not others, but enjoys departing his knowledges you as best as he can. When you ask if he wants to do anything else for the night, he smiles and shakes his head, âno thanks, just enjoy whatever this is.â
Eyeless Jack
Heâs not terribly fond of heat. Reminds him of something rather unpleasant, but something about warm summer nights makes him feel nostalgic. The summer before he went off to college, being out at night with his friends when he was human⊠itâs a pleasant thought.
He even briefly thinks of summers spent abroad by a fireplace with loved ones, speaking in a language no one really indulges with him now, roasting things and giggling all the while. So, he asks you to follow him out the back of Slenderâs mansion, and you oblige.
EJ leads you down the gravel path lined in plush bushes donned with soft flowers to a fire pit. Thereâs already others of Slenderâs children spending time out here. It smells comforting, nostalgic for yourself too as the both of you sit down in the grass near the bursting heat.
The two of you sit together comfortably, chatting amongst each other and sometimes with the proxies and independents who sit near you, enjoying the late night. You can smell the fire and some beer, the sweetness of a graham cracker⊠wait, who brought those in?
Before you know it, youâre getting handed a bag of the sâmores stuff and you make one with a stick plucked from the bundle that was handed to you. And curiously, you watch EJ begin to make one too. You smile at him, and he smiles back, âdonât worry, a little sugar never killed anyone.â
Tobias Rogers
Heâs considered himself to have weird feelings about the summer ever since Lyra died. He wanted a break from school, some respite from the horrendous bullying but without her, but without his best friend, who was he? It took Toby a while to greet the summer with a smile again.
Toby told you he stole a car. Itâs kind of normal for himâhe has a thing for cars. Not necessarily the nicest ones, but when he can tell someoneâs attached to their car, he has an itch to take it. He burst into your room with a grin, keys twirling on his fingers and asked you to join him for a drive.
The night air is still humid, yet the breeze is beginning to cool the sweat formed on your brow from walking through the woods, from out of the Slender Manâs world and into the human one. Effortlessly, you sit in the car beside him and he takes off.
The two of you cruise, sometimes talking, and sometimes humming along to the radio. It continues on like this, so comfortably, until he gets the low fuel ding. He pulls into a gas station and hands you his wallet. âGet something good for us,â he chuckles.
You browse the shelves and come back, arms full of treats and cold drinks for the night. You somehow manage to pop the car door open again right as Toby slides into the driverâs seat. He sees you with the snacks in your arms and plucks the Red Bull from you with a devious grin plastered on his face. âMy favorite!â He laughs like a kid as you roll your eyes playfully. âHowâd you know?â
Masky
Youâre more than used to spending time in cars with Tim. Shuffling from one place to the next, often out on errands for your boss, and then back to base for dinner! Youâve spent more time in that car than you want to admit. And Tim has somehow managed to keep it to roughly the same car the entire time. Or at least, he really likes Honda C-RVsâŠ
This is no different. The both of you leave the sweltering building youâve both done more than a paint job in and he immediately unlocks the car with a click of his finger on the worn down button. The summer night air hits your skin like a cool kiss that was more than needed after the heat youâd accrued inside.
You wipe the back of your hand on your forehead and with the last of your strength propel yourself forward to open the car door and slump inside. You sigh as Tim sits beside you and closes his eyes for a few moments. Youâre both more than exhausted. He still has evidence all over his face but it doesnât matter in the moment.
You eye him curiously. The warmth of the sitting car blankets the both of you uncomfortably as you sit in silence. Itâs a little awkward for you. Out of all of your years spending time at the side of your group leader, youâve never seen him do⊠this. You quirk your brow up as he rolls his sleeves up once again.
Timâs brown eyes remain closed. He breathes in through his nose, and out through his mouth a few times to the count of 4. When he senses you about to speak, he shakes his head. âUsed to do this a lot after work, when I was still human⊠decompressing⊠you should try it,â he mumbles. The small tick of a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when he hears you shift and breathe to the same count of 4.
Alex Kralie
The corn fields look especially lush under the light of the summer moon. At least you think so. Your body is exhausted. You roll your shoulders as you come up to the ranch house that slightly smells of day old iron as your proxy gaze sharpens in the night. Sitting on the porch is Alex.
Heâs lounging. His legs are draped on the stairs and his elbows rest back on the top of the porch. His glasses are glinted with the light of the moon as he watches you stalk through the field to his side. Wordlessly, he asks you how it went, and with a shrug, you convey that it was fine.
Unceremoniously, you plop down beside him and let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. You can hear the crickets chirp in the background and the sound of owls singing in the distance. You glance at Alex who sits just a step above you as you relax beside him, your weary body finally giving in to the cooling kiss of the night.
Alex only continues gazing up at the moon and the few stars that peek out from behind the clouds. The pale light of the full visage peers down on you both gingerly, like a whispered secret. You smell the earth, the vegetation around you, and even a bit of Alex. The smell that wraps around him is nostalgic, but you feel homesick for a home youâve never known.
You look away from him and continue to gaze outwards, both st the stretching field and the beautiful night sky. âNice night,â he says simply, never one for words ever since he transitioned to the proxy lifestyle. It makes you stifle a giggle. Heâs never been good at playing normal.
Kate the Chaser
When does Kate not look utterly exhausted? Sheâs fully relaxed on a park bench under the worldâs shadiest looking lamppost and still exhausted from the mere fact she has to stay awake until you meet with her. She only begins to perk up when she sees you walking towards her, purposefully, yet still languid. She yawns and invites you to take a seat next to her.
The lamp light flickers a few times before it finally shutters off, and the two of you snicker. You glance at her in the newfound darkness as if to ask her if you should rise, but she shakes her head. She holds her pale hand up and then drops it back down to her lap. You take notice of the hoodie clung to her form, mentally chastising her for steaming herself due tk the humidity of the night.
Kate offers a sheepish smile in return and rolls her sleeves up. She yawns again before slumping a bit on the bench. Her gaze in the dark conveys all you need to knowâshe wants five more minutes of sitting around and doing nothing. You smile, and playfully shake your head before you indulge her. In the distance, you can hear the park at night. Creatures scurrying about, kids up to no good⊠itâs a wonder she wants to rest where she is when you have a car up and waiting for her.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts when her head lolls onto your shoulder and you feel her breathing lighten. Sheâs fading in and out of consciousness and the quilted heat isnât doing her any favors of alertness. Instead, you shift so she can comfortably use your shoulder and preoccupy yourself by counting the leaves on the emerald tree in front of you.
One⊠two⊠threeâ Kate rouses beside you and slowly blinks her eyes open. She glances at you, pulls another yawn from her lips and then drops her head on your shoulder once more. âFive more minutes,â she whispers as her breathing steadies once more.
you can't say "hey has anyone noticed that M/M fic outnumbers F/F like 100:1â or âit feels racist that only 3/202 characters on the ao3 top 100 ships list are Black and two of them are Alastor HazbinHotelâ bc some ppl will start going like âoh so you think we should FORCE people to write about things they DONâT CARE ABOUT for WOKE????â and youâll be like âno, iâm pointing out that the conditions that created this disparity are informed by racism & misogynyâ and ppl will say âitâs not BIGOTED to only care about WHITE MENâ and then the gargoyle king appears
