Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
There was a baker who lived there. Specialized in, well, you'd call it Orc Bread. It's a pastry: thick dry crust, concentrated fruit filling. You're supposed to pierce it with your tusks, let the filling ooze out. If you eat it like a human, you have to chew your way through the driest, flakiest bread you can imagine before getting blasted in the mouth with sweet. I've never eaten it incorrectly, but the filling's supposed to taste like blood if you do it that way, which is why those elves decided to call it Orc Bread.
The ground soaked in a knuckle's depth of blood and ash
Anyways, so there was a baker in Orc City. Whenever the trading routes brought us back to Orc City, my parents would stop by, buy some Orc Bread, and the baker would play up his hospitality so they'd tell everybody on the trading routes how pleasant and friendly he was. And that would give me a few hours to play with his Orc Daughter. On the south side of Orc City, the buildings were built so close together that you could walk over the rooftops, and that's what we did. We'd race back and forth across the shingles, three stories above the ground. We'd find some shade and sit down and I'd tell her about all the other Orc Cities and she'd call bullshit on every other thing I told her.
We'd run into other people on the rooftops as well. Orc Mothers drying their laundry. Orc Artists painting the sky. And we'd see all sorts of people in the streets and alleys below. Orc Gamblers, throwing dice in the shadows. Orc Soldiers, hauling the gamblers out of the shadows, encouraging them to enlist. Orc Lovebirds getting up to mischief.
The savage cries of its defenders now silent
We saw two older boys making out in the alley behind the orphanage and she and I both agreed it looked kind of stupid but worth trying. I asked her to kiss me and she said she'd do it if I jumped from her father's roof to the roof across the street: a gap large enough to run a horse through.
I said no. Contrary to common conception, my people rather enjoy being alive. We argued for a bit and then begged her father for some Orc Bread, and then we argued for a bit more, and finally agreed to do it for the sake of curiosity. Her lips were what I imagine Orc Bread tastes like if you eat it the wrong way. Salty and sweet at random. The way she gagged, I think mine tasted the same. We decided it was a stupid grown-up thing that we'd never bother with, like walking instead of running, or taking baths.
I don't think either of us ever got into kissing. Even when she figured out she wasn't into boys, she'd still squirm and fuss whenever a lover would put her lips to her skin. The last time I saw her was years ago. I decided to quit trading in favor of running a tavern two days travel away, and she, well, she learned how to build houses in Orc City.
overseen by the architect of its very destruction.
It's tab'esh. That's what Orc Bread is actually called. The city was Yeb Arokiv. Her name is Kerashi. Or was. A few of the refugees mention seeing someone who could be her escape. A few more spotted someone who could be her dead in the streets. It's all anybody's been talking about for the past year, who's alive, who's dead, what they're going to burn to the ground next. I had to learn who among my regulars will start weeping openly if they start drinking too much and cut them off early.
Hey. You listening? Tab'esh, Yeb Arokiv, Kerashi. Now say it back to me. No, no, you want to use a long 'ah' sound with Arokeev. Again. Good. Well, awful, but not completely worthless. Here, I'll pour you another drink, you surly tinhead.
You're the fifteenth human to come into here since the garrison arrived, you know. I'd probably still be serving you even if your commander wasn't guaranteeing the city's hospitality at spearpoint. Your money's as good as anybody else's. And it's not like popping your head off like a pimple would build Yeb Arokiv back from the ashes. Relax, that was a joke.
No, seriously, it was a joke. A joke! You can't possibly be taking that seriously. You're armed and you have twenty pounds of muscle on me. Put the knife d-ow!
The Orc Wars were finally over.
Oh that son of a...Danai, if you chase him down, I'll clear your tab. Miradi, bandages, top cabinet upstairs. My chest is...killing me, it's...oh fuck us, he's going to call the gendarmerie on this place. They're going to throw us in the cages.
ok but if you go to the actual article the person was buried with women’s accessories and in the manner reserved for women and from that they decided it must be a gay man which is sort of hilarious
So basically what you have here is a skeleton of someone that we’d assign CAMAB in modern, binarist colonial societies
being presented with accoutrements and signs of social recognition that are legible to us in said societies as “female” due to their association with skeletons we’d parse as CAFAB in the same cultural tradition
and the take is “it’s a gay man”
And yet people don’t wanna listen when you point out that part of transmisogyny is assuming that trans women are just weird men
like people just don’t think that’s a thing or the statement bounces off because they literally can’t see how it could be otherwise
I know this is meant to be funny but it actually makes such a good point about how ADHD and executive dysfunction can impact people in really major ways, including financially
video: tiktok video of black woman talking to the camera, captioned "acoustic covers of rap songs being breeding grounds for anti-Blackness".
I hate how every time somebody makes an acoustic cover of a rap song, y'all be in the comments like "Wait guys, why are the lyrics actually kinda deep?" Duh! Of course the lyrics are deep. The problem is, some of y'all have a bias so deeply entrenched that you can't possibly fathom the fact that Black music can be deep, can be introspective, can be intellectual. Y'all turn on Vaughn and Durk and YoungBoy thinking like, "Ay, whoopty-woo, it's just a little hood jam." No, these - Yes, yes the songs are fun, I'll admit that, but these songs are talking about real life stuff. They're talking about losing people to gun violence. They're talking about substance abuse. They're talking about growing up in poverty. But again, unfortunately, the contributions that Black people make to art in this country are so commonly disrespected and invalidated to the point where y'all only ever appreciate rap when it's made palatable. When it's turned into an acoustic cover!
Oscar Hicks. Union Soldier, Gun Manufacturer, Lynchpin in a Scheme to Steal the Divine Fruit. Really down to earth guy. Used 'nimrod' as a jibe before Bugs Bunny made it cool.
Built by Dave and Marcia Johnson, this unique 31-foot structure was designed as a playground for their goats to climb, explore, and relax.
Constructed with over 5,000 bricks and featuring 276 spiral steps, the tower allows the animals to wander upward, rest on the circular platforms, and peek out from cozy compartments inside.
The idea came after the couple spotted a similar goat tower in a wine magazine. What started as inspiration turned into one of America's most unusual and charming animal attractions.
“For example, if you’re trying to convince people to boycott a segregated store, your object is to convince them that boycotting the store will have a strategic effect, not that desegregation is morally important. For whatever reason, on a cognitive level human beings have a really hard time with this. Smucker cites an example of a Lefty roleplaying session where people were tasked with selling an action to people who agreed with them on principle but didn’t see the strategic merit of the action. Surprisingly, the sellers couldn’t make the conceptual switch to sell strategic merit: instead, they doubled down on THIS ISSUE IS IMPORTANT — even though it had been stressed to them that the people they were selling to bought into the importance of the issue. People react poorly to “this is important, so do WHATEVER I SAY”; they want to be convinced that what you’re proposing will work.”
“Bob Wing, a grassroots organizer, explains this nicely: “If winning feels impossible, then righteousness can seem like the next best thing.” But righteousness is not conducive to getting normies to join your team if your team cannot demonstrate ability to, at least sometimes, win. Nor does righteousness help you make real inroads with regular people.”
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