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Rumi glances back at the clock on her bedside, huffing when she fumbles the cute little turtle stud earring she's trying to put in.
'Negative four minutes!'
'What?'
'We should have been outside four - now five - minutes ago. Have you seen my purple top?'
'Um!â Zoey hops out of the bathroom, tugging up her socks. Sheâs wearing a familiar purple top and a sheepish grin. âIn my defense, you can't keep wearing it, babe! It clashes with your hair!â
Rumi laughs into the mirror. âOh, okay, so is that where my pyjamas went? That nice purple set Maman sent?â
âTheyâre silk, Rumi.â
âThatâs your declaration of innocence?â
âItâs my declaration of heroism. Saving you from a fashion disaster. And,â Zoey adds, wrapping herself around Rumi to press a kiss to her neck, âI like wearing them. Itâs like youâre there with me.â
Itâs almost embarrassing, watching herself in the mirror and seeing her own face light up and the way she relaxes back into Zoeyâs arms. But then she sees the sweet flutter of Zoeyâs eyelashes and her grip tightening in a happy hug, a blush of pure joy rushing to Zoeyâs cheeks. Just from holding her. And itâs suddenly less embarrassing and moreâŠlovely.
âIâd sleep with you every night,â Rumi murmurs. And sighs, immediately hearing her mistake. Zoey is already starting to look like that awful green Christmas monster, grin unfurling wickedly. âNo, my love, wait, thatâs not what i -â
âMiss Rumi! You sly dog!â
Rumi huffs. Nudges Zoey away from her with a firm push, and hurrying to sweep her hair back and press in the second earring, insisting,
âIâm never being nice to you again. You steal my tops, you make fun of me, you leave crumbs in my bed.â
âYou love me in your clothes,â Zoey says, voice taking on a knowing lilt, and pouts, the glint in her eye giving away that itâs all play. âDonât I look pretty in this?â
Rumi turns. Takes her time to watch the pretty blush fill Zoeyâs cheeks before she dips and presses her lips to it, the warm sweet apple of her cheek. The fine spray of freckles there.
âYou look so pretty, mon cĆur. Which is good because Sae-heeâs been waitingâŠten minutes now.â
Zoey yelps. Dashing out of the room, down the hall, and out to the entryway to buzz her girlfriend in. Rumi listens with half an ear as Sae-hee sighs about wasting away on the street, abandoned by her beautiful girlfriend, starving for attention. And food!
âRumi! Are you ready?â
âAlmost! Have you seen my jacket?â
Thereâs a flurry of helpful noises and then Sae-hee is knocking on her bedroom door, peeking in. The lightweight jacket dangling from a finger.
âThis one?â
âYes! Is this okay? Does this work?â Rumi asks, shrugging into her jacket and flattening it a little nervously.
âYou look great! And Iâd say flats would be fine but you might want something with more support? Weâll be walking a lot, probably.â
âOh! Thank you. Iâve never been to a carnival beforeâŠâ
âNever?â Saehee grins. âOh thatâs perfect! I knew Zoey would love today but itâll be twice as much fun showing you everything. Zoey!â
âNo, no, donât tell herââ
âRumiâs never been to a carnival! She has to know,â Saehee insists, when Rumi groans, and slings an arm around her shoulders to bring her out. âWe have to plan how to hit everything. Games, foodâthereâs a Ferris wheel this year!â
âOoh, yes yes yes!â Zoey bounds over from the couch, backpack packed, water bottle filled and frosty, as she announces proudly. âTheyâre so romantic,â she says dreamily, foot popping up behind her as she swoons. âRumiâs scared of heights, though. One time, when - with Jinu - there was this cat and a tree and it was a whole thing. The cat got down. Rumi did not.â
Rumi covers her face with both hands. Sae-hee gives her a friendly shake, laughing at her.
âWe could have left it at scared of heights, my love,â she grumbles to Zoeyâs giggling. âYou guys should go up though. Itâs really cute and you want to,â she insists. âIâm not bothered! I can take a picture for you! And maybe,â Rumi tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. âSae-hee mentioned that they sometimes have a petting zoo?â She laughs when Zoey squeals.
âYes, yes yes!â
âMy turn to take photos for you two,â Sae-hee offers. âNot a fan of animals. Or shit. Or hay. They smell weird. And Iâm wearing my lucky date sneakers.â
âLucky?â
âWore them on a date with you. Iâd call that pretty lucky,â she flirts shamelessly and pulls Zoey, tilts up her chin for a kiss Zoey melts into.
By the time they break apart, Rumi has filled Sae-heeâs water bottle and collected her own handbag, and Zoey has succeeded in melting her girlfriendâs brain. Sae-heeâs hair is tousled from Zoeyâs fingers brushing through it. She takes the whole time they lock up to recover and then finally lets out a big sigh.
âWow. Okay.â She claps her hands. âI factored in the Zoey of it all,â she says, ignoring Zoeyâs little indignant howl and Rumiâs knowing nod, âand we should be right on time.â
there's this curious phenomenon on tumblr where people love to point out all the progressive elements of or influences on a given work of art but then get angry when you point out that it also had some bigoted aspects. "the first doctor who producer was a jewish woman!" okay cool but i'm talking about yellowface
its so fucked that not only did they erase our languages and beat and kill our people for using them but they stole the words of important tribes and important people and used them for the military and for trees and for food and for summer camps. average native american name is seen by non ntvs as a joke or something to use or consume, not a human being
i like that ppl r thinking abt town names and things thats very good to be aware of but just to be clear this is actually specifically about other things actually, the things everyone but those looking up their nation forget about
sequoyah was the man who created the tsalagi syllabary before it was ever a tree
if i try to look for apparel or crafts to show off my chickasaw pride, i get results for chickasaw plums which is just a specific species of plum before i get results about human beings
others have mentioned if they google their nations name they get boot companies before their nations website!
theres a tweet that still haunts me that was about a Quirky Quasi American Restaurant in europe or somewhere that was being funny by being cowboy themed and their steaks were named after native american nations. even outside the usa we are nothing but literal dead meat for others consumption
"blackhawk" "apache" - fuck theres a whole wikipedia page for the way weve had our names used for weapons used to colonize and kill us and others!
yes talk about town and location names but you need to look farther than that. it gets so much worse, i promise
What if water didn't have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle
I know this is the website where we talk about artists and writers doing anything other than making art or writing, but man, we REALLY undersell how good it feels to actually work on your stuff.
Like you hit your word count for the first time in a week and its like
itâs actually wild how terrified of the general public most usamericans are. like you donât realize it if youâre someone who mostly walks and takes transit and spends a lot of time in populous public spaces but then you talk to one of the thousands of people that seemingly never set foot in any public space besides a parking garage or a starbucks and you suddenly understand why itâs so easy for fascist rhetoric about the dangerous alien to take root. this countryâs median voter pretty much never interacts with strangers who arenât their coworkers or people they met on dating apps
saw a post on instagram that was literally someone citing statistics saying public transit is one of the safest travel options out there and the comments were literally just âummmmm op this is so ableist and misogynistic of you :) donât you know the average public transit user is a dangerous violent criminal who wants to set you on fire :)))â
it must be so terrifying and sad to go through life convinced if you set foot outside your car in public or interact with people outside your nuclear family youâll instantly be raped and robbed by the Evil Poors no wonder so many of these people are reactionary tar pits
This is one of the reasons I largely stopped consuming non-historical true crime content. I realized I was using it as a maladaptive coping mechanism to manage my OCD. It's very common for people with OCD and other high-anxiety disorders to seek out controlled fear experiences, see also, horror movies.
I cut down dramatically when a creator I watched (Stephanie Harlowe) accidentally got unmasked as a Trump supporter. This was after it came to light how utterly fucking vile Sword & Scale is. I hate to say that it wasn't concern for the impact that the exploitation of victims has on their families that got me to reevaluate my consumption, but it was actually the rampant copaganda and constant reiteration of the utility of law enforcement and faith in the criminal justice system.
It's just fash propaganda, like everything else. This is a hugely profitable genre that also just so happens to reinforce constant fear and distrust of others, and condition your brain to feel unsafe when you should be working on distress reduction.
Instead, I've replaced true crime with natural disasters, medical mysteries, survival stories. Sure, plenty of these stories have death and gore and tragedy and cannibalism, but they also have the incredible force of human goodness. The unbelievable self-sacrifice and unstoppable force of humans working together to save each other.
I reblogged this post with all the nonfiction books I've enjoyed in the last 5 years or so of my true crime detox.
anyway just a reminder for the myth lovers out there
king arthur was welsh. merlin was welsh. camelot was in wales. the lady and the lake she pops out of; welsh. excalibur; magic inanimate welsh object. etc.
on the way to see family, i drive past a lake that in which is welsh legend, is the last resting place of excalibur.
iâm just saying in my experience a lot of these legends had been so anglo-fied in the past and itâs like, all this cool shit is celtic welsh legend.
Like the kraken I emerge, summoned by the English theft of Arthur
Arthur is a Welsh name. It means âbearâ. Heâs likely derived from a Gaulish bear god
In the form of King Arthur, he is an anti-Saxon mythological WELSH figure, representing the native Brythonic people of Britain against the Anglo-Saxon invaders, dating from the 500s AD
The version appropriated by the English in the 1100s is the shitty boring sanitised version - they did it because they were trying to compete with the romance tradition on the continent at the time but didnât have anything of their own to romanticise
Merlin is called Myrddin
Percival is Peredur
Kay is Cei, and also was subject to enormous character assassination in the English version - in the Welsh version heâs much closer to Arthurâs right hand man
Guinevere is Gwenhwyfar
There is no Lancelot, no Galahad, no tedious affair story
There is no Camelot. Arthurâs seat was Caerllion - modern Caerleon, putting him into both the region of the Silures (one of the most fearsome and warlike of the British tribes, modern South East Wales) and the old Roman fortress, which would have been an impossibly huge Palace for a warlord at the time.
They all have super powers and get up to wacky hijinks involving hair care, giants, strange giant wildlife, spectral revolving/glass fortresses in the Celtic sea, and a really fucking weird chess match. Also a cloak made out of beards.
What the fuck is the round table
Anyway itâs particularly irritating because traditional Welsh culture and beliefs have been so thoroughly stripped away and destroyed by England over the centuries, and Arthurian legend is one of the few surviving fragments we have left to preserve. And heâs specifically an anti-English figure. So the ubiquity of the boring and appropriative English Arthur across the whole fucking world is⊠Well, itâs not great.
For those who don't know: Ikumi Nakamura is the woman who was senior artist on Bayonetta, and designed the titular character along with Hideki Kamiya. Their greatest moment of bonding was over their insistence that Bayonetta keep her glasses on at all times.
Nakamura cannot go to horny jail. She is the warden.
WELP hereâs the project I did for school that I wanna work into a more personal project throughout this summer and in the future as well. I havenât done a comic in a long time, so there was a lot of experimenting here and Iâm gonna apologize ahead for my shaky storytelling cuz writing is not my forte, although I do plan on fixing this up in the future. Itâs a sort of prequel to what I wanna do for my zodiac kids, so it was just a lot of messing around with them. Nothing is historically accurate; its psuedo history and fanstasy so hahaHAÂ
This is something Iâve been dying to talk about.
Thereâs something called culture. People (especially USAmericans) think of culture as cultural dress, cultural food, cultural music. These are culture, but they are only the very superficial aspects of it. Like the icing on your cake. Far more deep rooted is the more meaty bits of culture: the attitudes, the ideas, the taboos.
Thereâs a guy on tiktok who has done a series that shows this very well, of Germans Vs Irish. In one video the German offers the Irish person two kinds of tea, green or black. The Irish person keeps putting off the choice with things like âOh sure whatever is easiestâ, âWhich have you more of?â and, âAh sure I donât want to cause a fussâ whereas the German just wants a straight answer. This is a cultural difference of politeness.
Here in the UK, accents mark your class very openly. They let everyone know where youâre from (though this has become less pronounced in the last 50 years,) and what your background is. A lot of people (especially northerners, but also a fair contingent of working class southerners) face discrimination on the basis of their accents.
Some of us (myself included) even change register (though I believe USAmericans call it code switching) in and out of our regional accent and a close approximation of RP. We learn to do it because it makes us seem more intelligent (even though it shouldnât) and helps us be taken more seriously.
Thus, our country carries a lot of baggage when it comes to accents. Especially those of the working class who have had their accents made fun of, or have faced discrimination based on it.
So when someone outside the country (usually USAmericans) makes fun of our accents theyâre stepping on a lot of cultural taboos and boundaries. Especially because the âItâs Chewsday, gonnae wot-ch sum yewchube innitâ is a working class accent.
Now, thatâs not to say we canât take a joke, but this is the kind of joke you share with someone who you have been friends with for a while. My boyfriend often will pick up on the way I say certain words, in much the same fashion I pick up on his idiosyncrasies of speech (English isnât his first language so he says stuff like close the lights, which is adorable.) If we arenât predisposed to liking you, then the joke youâre trying to make is more like an insult.
The way I like to think of it is if you were in a pub, and made those sorts of jokes to someone. If they knew you, and they liked you, theyâd probably laugh along. If they didnât like you or know you, they would punch you in the jaw.
HOWEVER: I recognise this post as a joke. I donât personally find these jokes offensive, but then no one really makes fun of me or considers me stupid because of my accent.
Oh that actually makes a lot of sense! Itâs like how itâs assumed in media that the southeastern Appalachian (âhickâ or âredneckâ) accent is audible shorthand for âthis American character is stupid.â That sentiment reinforces negative stereotypes about that region which has historically been home to a large working class population that has suffered from an underfunded education system and other systematic abuses. It is ultimately an underhanded joke, but not everyone from America (or even the region necessarily) considers it to be offensive despite its classist nature.
yes, thatâs basically it! it grinds my gears when certain Very Online Americans will quite rightly say that europeans have no right to mock the usâ lack of healthcare/gun control and working-class accentsâŠbut then turn around and act like working-class british accents and foods are hilarious and should be mocked âbc of colonialism and the bp oil spillâ as though all british people are directly responsible for the oil spill. and then some of them conveniently forget that there are in fact british people of colour - in the wake of brexit, a smug american blog defended saying that british people upset by the referendum were getting âkarmaâ for the british empire, even when british poc pointed out that they were the ones most likely to be negatively affected by brexit, by saying âobviously i donât mean youâ, to which said british poc responded âTHEN WHY DID YOU SAY BRITISH PEOPLEâ
The hatred, by the privileged of England, towards Scotland and any Scottish accent was so pervasive that my mother wouldnât let my brother and I develop a Scottish accent. She was born in Jamaica but her family moved to London when she was 11. She moved to Scotland when she was pregnant with me. Both my brother and I were born in Scotland and spent out entire childhood there. Mum was adamant that neither of us would have the local accent. It was âcommonâ and âlow classâ and âwould hinder us in the futureâ. She used to fine us half our pocket money if we used any Scottish slang or said anything in a Scottish accent. I got bullied at school for having a âposh English accentâ but she thought my job prospects were more important than a modicum of happiness at school. My outsider status was doubled by that. I was brown and âEnglishâ.
Even now, after decades in Scotland, I still donât sound Scottish. The English hear a slight lilt but that disappears as soon as I spend any time with them.
I feel alienated on two fronts now, skin colour and accent. And one of those was avoidable if it hadnât been for the prejudice against against perceived lower class accents. Even in Jamaica Mum learnt to speak in an English accent like the white girls at her school. She could switch between the two. Jamaican with her parents, posh English everywhere else. Why couldnât I have had that?
The fact that a lot of regional actors are expected to code-switch their accent patterns the a kind of neutral English accent in Britain shows how pervasive the classism is.
When Christopher Eccleston was cast as the Doctor in Doctor Who, people were surprised that he used his own northern accent, instead of performing with an accent like every Doctor before him. That was only 15-ish years ago.
Even now, this still happens - James McAvoy made a very vocal protest a couple of years back about a critic who complained about the use of Scots accents and only applauded the âplummy Englishâ accent of one character in a play.
Regional and working class accents were used as joke accents for decades in British media. Look up old broadcasts and notice how many people only speak RP English (ie. the formal pronunciation that smacks of elocution lessons and enunciation). As media accessibility and productions expanded, there have been more regional accents showing up, but itâs still a big problem.
I would like to add that there was a study by the Worcester College that found that people talking with a Birmingham accent were twice as likely to be accused of a crime as people who speak RP. Accents carry huge baggage in Britain.
Apparently KAOS is the first thing David Thewlis has ever done in which he used his normal Blackpool/Lancashire accent. (This was apparently a Whole Thing for the entire show, actually. No one used an accent other than their regular-degular everyday accent.)
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