please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.
you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.
first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.
now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:
in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.
and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.
and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.
it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:
• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.
• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.
• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.
• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.
• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.
• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.
and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.
what i'm asking:
if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.
if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.
india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you walk into a room, and he’s looking over his phone, eyes squinted as if he doesn’t have telescopic vision. His fingers tap at the too-small phone screen, his tongue caught between his teeth as uncertainty furrowed his brow, missing the buttons by accident and resetting his progress on his Instagram post. “Sweetheart?” He looks up and gives you a guilty grin. “Hi, honey… can you help me make a post? I forgot how.” You shake your head, sitting down as he hands his phone over with no protest. The photo was a picture of you from your date the other night. You cock an eyebrow at him. “Why are you posting me?” you asked with a smile. “Why don’t you post both of us?” He shrugged, “Because this is my favorite picture. Look at your smile!’ Your heart melted a little. You leaned over, sneaking a kiss to his arm before hitting post. Curious, you tapped on his profile. Last post: 100 weeks ago. A blurry photo of his family at Christmas. Three likes on it, and one of them was himself.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he’s always in charge of selfies because his arms are longer. When you look back at his camera roll, he has duplicates of every selfie you’ve ever taken together. Half of them are blurry, cutting you out of the photos, facing the wrong way, or blocked entirely by his thumb. Once you had found a video that was over a minute long of him trying to take a selfie, the reflection of himself in his glasses, his brows pinched in focus, your voice echoing in the background, patiently talking him through it.
“Clark! You make sure you press the little white button, and don’t put your thumb over it!” You could hear your laughter in the back as he grinned, his dimples dipping into his cheeks. “What? You don’t like looking at my thumbs?” he had teased, laughter bubbling up from his chest.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you ask him to do a TikTok trend, lip-syncing to a sound, and he looks at you, confused. “Okay… So, I’m gonna pick you up, put you on my shoulder, while you sing?” he asked, looking down at you as you set up the camera. “Oh yeah, it’ll be a hit, just trust me!” you insisted, setting up a timer and looking back at him. “I always trust you, honey. Start it,” Clark said, voice calm as he stood exactly where you told him to. You pressed play, listening to the timer tick down until the sound started. “A boy who’s jacked and kind,” fills the room, and you back into him, his big hands splaying over your stomach as he lifts you with ease up onto his shoulder. His hand stayed to secure you, his eyes looking up at you with admiration that Hollywood could never recreate. You giggle, your lips moving to the sound, hand in his hair. When the sound is over, he sets you down, watching you rush to post it, making him smile.
The video went viral, getting almost a million likes! In bed, you scrolled through the comments with him. His favorite comment was, “Oh, he’s in LOVE!” and another, “He looks like a puppy.” Clark smiled to himself because he was shamelessly both those things for you.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he comes home from work setting his briefcase down on the floor and toeing off his shoes before lining them up neatly. He steps into your apartment, the summer sun shining through the windows and warming up the intimate space. You came from the bedroom, sports bra and workout shorts, fresh from the gym. “Hi!” you exclaim, moving to plant a kiss on his face. “Sorry, all sweaty.” Clark shrugged it off, looking you up and down, an appreciative glint in his eyes “Wow, you look… Um—how do you say it? You cooked?” he asked, his head tilted and embarrassment started creeping up his neck. You laughed, burying your face in his chest. “Where’d you learn that, Clark?” He kissed the top of your head—it was obviously Cat, she knew that lingo better than anyone and used it to confuse poor Clark. “Cat,” he grumbles, looking into your eyes, confusion there. “Well thats not quite how you use that one.” Your hand went up to his hair, smoothing a hand through his curls. “Body Tea?” Clark tried again, and your threw your head back in laughter. “Sure, that one works,” you rubbed his arm watching his brain work overtime.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he voice types, too busy to type out a well thought out text. When he’s typing up an article, or walking through the crowded streets, Clark talks into his phone. “Do you need anything from the store? I’m passing by on the way home…” and at the end of every text it’d say, ‘Stop’ or ‘Please stop’. A glimpse into how Clark talked to his phone, but you hardly seemed to notice after around a month of texting him.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he can’t read tones over text. No punctuation makes him think your upset. His texts are always perfectly punctuated, spelled, and with little emojis that remind you he’s a millennial. Whenever you used the crying emoji instead of the laughing emoji? He sprung into action. “Are you okay?” or “What happened?” Texting him was difficult all around; he answered quicker on phone call most of the time.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you sneakily set up a camera when he comes home, aimed at the front door. ‘Seeing how long it takes him to melt’ trend, knowing not in a million years that he would have seen it. So, you waited and waited; the minute he stepped into the door, you had him hold his arms out, leaving him confused as you kissed him, deep kisses that made his heart flutter. His hands dropped down to your sides, folding in three seconds; his lips moved over yours with a gentle devotion, still firm and almost commanding, completely oblivious to the camera looking at him and the sweet intent behind the kissing. Clark scooped you up under the thighs, one hand moving to start pulling up your shirt and letting his hand roam. It felt too good to stop him.
You ended up scrapping that video after he took you right there on the hallway floor, the grind of his hips needy and passionate as he whimpered over top of you, you squeezed him needily as he brought you to your high, hitting your good spot with each drag of his cock—all on camera
Is Kagekao still homosexual, since there’s been a lot of changes in the past years I’ve always been curious.
He's bisexual :3
He actually mirrors me a lot, considering he's probably my closest OC (not a self-insert though, more like a.. Idk, imaginary friend that gets influenced by you? idk) we both also went from "straight" to gay to bi lol.
So the craziest thing happened 2 me at Pride this weekend.
I was having a good time with my bisexual mother and straight ally father (I myself recently came out as bicurious this very pride month), browsing the various booths and picking up a button or two along the way. I have 2 say, though: I didn't see any bicurious buttons---did my identity even deserve a button?
Anyway, we were waiting for the parade 2 start, when all of a sudden I heard chants of "GOD HATES GAYS! GO AWAY!" coming from the other side of the barricade.
I, being someone who stands up for what I believe in, rolled my eyes and turned 2 the 'Rents. "I gotta go take care of something," I said cooly.
They nodded in acknowledgement. "You do what you gotta do," my mother said.
I walked right up 2 those bigoted zealots and "flipped them the bird" (so 2 speak). "FYI," I said, "my ex-GF is Catholic and she knows that God LOVES LGBTQIA+ folks just as they are. Why else would he have made them?" I smirked and turned 2 leave, but one of the zealots with a big anti-abortion sign ("it's not a choice") stopped me.
"Aren't you that Wormchamp72 fellow?" he spat. "Don't you know that Creepypasta is just as demonic as homosexuality?!?"
I was stunned. What kind of thing is that 2 say 2 a person, especially at Pride, a celebration of all things love and authenticity? Now, if you've followed me for a while, you know this is hard 2 do---but I was literally speechless.
Suddenly, I felt a hand with luxuriously manicured nails on my shoulder. "Honey, we'll take care of them," a voice filled with both strength and sass announced. I turned around 2 see a drag queen in a sparkly black get-up with the most impressive makeup and striking red contacts I'd ever seen.
She gave a fierce hiss at the protesters and shouted, "Not 2day, Satan!"
"S-s-satan???" the protester squeaked. "Don't you know YOU'RE the demonic one?"
She chuckled. "Honey, if this Hell, then I don't wanna see Heaven!"
"Not like you're going there either," I added wittily.
The protestor was frankly gobsmacked (I might've even seen him wet his pants a little), and he turned 2 his group, all of whom looked at him with a mixture of pity and disdain. It started as a small chuckle, but soon, all the protesters were laughing at him.
"You know what?" one middle-aged woman said. "This IS kind of stupid."
Next 2 her, a small boy meekly raised his hand. "A-actually," he said, "I-I was thinking I might be pansexual, but I never felt safe 2 say..."
An old man stepped forward. "And I...I'm asexual, but I thought people might make fun of me for it...even at pride."
The drag queen sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh honey...don't you know everyone's welcome at pride?" She laughed. "Except for well, you know--" she shot a glance at the protester running away in shame "haters."
"2day, I choose love, not hate!" the boy's mother shouted.
"Heh..." I quipped. "Looks like you are pro-choice after all!"
Soon, everyone hopped the barricades and started joining the parade, some even taking up pride flags and chanting. I chuckled 2 myself and shook my head. Just another day changing hearts and minds. I started 2 walk away, but the drag queen put her hand on my shoulder once more.
"Darling," she said, "I think there's something you'll wanna see."
I turned 2 the parade 2 see the final float coming 2wards me---and let me just say, I was flabbergasted. Tears started streaming down my cheeks, for the float was none other than a Wormchamp72 themed float.
I wiped my eyes. "No, it can't be! I don't deserve all this! I didn't even know I was bicurious until this year."
The drag queen chuckled merrily like the sound of tinkling bells. "Didn't you realize? Everyone in the gay community loves you, Wormchamp! You make us brave enough 2 be ourselves."
"I...I didn't know I did that."
"Every. 3ff1ng. Day." She gestured at her outfit with her fabulous nails. "I'm surprised you didn't realize earlier that this was Dark Worm-inspired drag!"
I smirked sheepishly. "I mean, I had an inkling, but I didn't wanna be wrong..."
"Oh, Wormchamp! You could never be wrong." She grabbed my arm and ran 2wards the float. "Now get on up there!"
I shyly stumbled up the steps 2 the float, where a proud gay man in a crop-top shook my hand. "I've been following your blog since day one!" he said.
A non-binary individual in Homicial Liu cosplay grinned ear-2-ear when they saw me. "Your blog inspired me 2 come out!"
At the top of the float, drag queens and kings alike danced in all sorts of Wormchamp72-inspired outfits. A man in a "pup" mask twerked along 2 the song blasting from the speakers. I tenderly removed the mask and saw his beaming face beneath. "Whether human or pup," I said, "we're beautiful all the same."
The Dark Worm-inspired queen took my hand and put in front of a microphone. "Come on," she said, "you've shared your beautiful words for us all on Tumblr, but why not once for us here, in the real world?"
I looked out nervously at the gathering crowd of hundreds of prideful people waving and cheering for me, some even chanting my name (Wormchamp). I opened my mouth 2 make a speech, but what came out surprised even me:
"Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's all right
Welcome to my creepy life"
I was taken aback. I had begun...2 sing? Oh, what the heck...I stopped thinking and just let the words flow out of me.
"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "Knowing it's all good” it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than 3ff1ng perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're 3ff1ng perfect to me
You're so mean (You're so mean) when you talk (When you talk)
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices (Change the voice) in your head (In your head)
Make them like you instead
So complicated, look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred *points at the protestor*, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my killers, I've seen you do the same, oh-oh
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than 3ff1ng perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're 3ff1ng perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold Roy Rogers
So cool in line, and we try, try, try
But we try too hard, and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the haters, 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my hoodie, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
*mutters 2 self* Why do I do that?
Yeah, oh, oh
Pretty, pretty, pretty
*smirks and grins* Yeah-eh
For the final chorus, everyone started joining in an and waving their Progress Pride flags 2 the beat.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than 3ff1ng Wormchamp
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're 3ff1ng perfect to me
Yeah
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're 3ff1ng perfect to me
I finished singing with tears in my eyes. I'd never sung in front of anyone before...what if I did bad?
But before I could really doubt myself, the entire crowd erupted in2 cheers, and soon everyone was rushing the float 2 hug me and get my autograph. If I'm not mistaken, I even saw @gorehhound shoot me a knowing smirk from the crowd. Heh...we may have had our troubles, but at pride? All that's behind us.
*exhales a sigh of relief* Now that is a day I'll NEVER forget. This just goes 2 show, Tumblr...you get what you put out in2 the world, and you CAN'T call Wormchamp72 homophobic.
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