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- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position
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(alien being shown yaoi) and you're saying, the men... have sex with each other? the men?
(alien being shown yuri) ohhh ya we do this shit too lmao
Weird Fantasy (1950) #18 written by Al Feldstein and drawn by Joe Orlando, with editor Bill Gaines
So he said it can't be a Black. So I said, "For God's sakes, Judge Murphy, that's the whole point of the Goddamn story!" So he said, "No, it can't be a Black". Bill just called him up and raised the roof, and finally they said, "Well, you gotta take the perspiration off". I had the stars glistening in the perspiration on his Black skin. Bill said, "Fuck you", and he hung up.
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Just to add context for those not aware of the impact of this story.
The reason it was so important for narrative purposes, was that the plot concerns the visit of the Astronaut, in his completely opaque spacesuit, to a planet populated entirely by self-aware robots (originally from Earth) who have built their own society and are petitioning to be allowed to interact with Earth again as equals.
They have a democratic government and free choice of careers etc. as the orange robot serving as guide tells the Astronaut.
The Astronaut notices that there are two different types of robot on this world; the orange ones, who are in charge, gifted access to all information and facilities. and the blue robots, who are seen as more limited in function, have less access to information and resources, and are not allowed positions of power or as wide a choice of employment opportunities. Even transportation is segregated.
The Astronaut investigates further and discovers that the blue and orange robots are actually structurally identical, there is absolutely no difference between their potential or capabilities, and it is only because the orange robots are instructed by their Educator system to consider themselves superior, that the difference exists.
The Astronaut tells the robots they are not ready for re-alignment with Earth, until they come to terms with their own unfairness, and how Earth had had to deal with this issue themselves. When that time comes, the robots will be able to ally with Earth.
Then he leaves in his spaceship, and it's only in that one final panel that we see the Astronaut is black.
Not subtle, nor should it be, but for 1950 this was a breathtakingly powerful statement, perhaps the first of it's kind in the genre.
The black character was not a caricature, or comedy relief, he was a main character in his own right, a human who "simply" was black.
Ok, but this story is sadly revolutionary even now. That is not just a human who happens to be black, as far as every other character in this story is concerned this is the most important, maybe even the only human they ever see, who happens to be black.
As depressing as that is, but a black person just casually representing the entirety of humanity is a breathtakingly powerfull statement even today, a quarter of a century later.
*a breathtakingly powerful statement even today, three quarters of a century later
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You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light
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"There's no platonic explanation for this" <-you need to be nicer to your friends. Right now
#STOP SAYING 'PLATONIC' WHEN YOU MEAN 'CASUAL'#RELATIONSHIPS CAN BE PLATONIC AND ABSOLUTELY DERANGED
Two World Cup finalists from opposing teams in this fucking picture, this sport isn't real
Context for anyone who is wondering: Lamine Yamal's parents won an UNICEF raffle for a charity photoshoot in which Barça players posed with kids, and 5 month old Lamine happened to get 20yo Messi. Which is like. Literally insane
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no you do not need to hold fictional characters "accountable". they are not real.
I think being neglected as a child essentially teaches two things : Not being worthy of love and that other people aren’t reliable to depend on and you really only have yourself.
It teaches a kind of independence that can be an advantage in life whilst leaving you unable to do the most basic things like depending on friends or truly trusting others.
If depending on others to much re opens that wound, where you start to feel like you can’t be truly loved or cared for, you will avoid it like the plague.
And often when it comes to it, you will be strong enough to do it by yourself, reinforcing the belief connection just isn’t worth it. People aren’t worth the hassle.
It invokes a need for autonomy and independence, feeling trapped easily by other people’s demands.
Neglect also means being used to a certain level of freedom and getting to make your own choice without a parent being there to force their view onto you. Why compromise if you can have it the way you want, with no one else to meddle?
Formative years were spend juggling decisions for yourself, you had to learn how to view the world thru ur own lense. Formative years were spend deciding a lot in your life for yourself. Peoples expectations that come with their need to connect, can feel like prison now.
It’s like being pulled into independence and liking that toughness and strength yet carrying this vulnerability and wish for care and protection inside all the same, and feeling bad for it.
i love media where it's just like what the FUCK is up with the moon
the fuck were they using before
The contrast in their ""mentorship"" is hilarious.