being able to just hate stranger things again is so freeing. im getting pissed every time i see a post (no hate to anyone im just sick of seeing it) so im filtering out the tags. im free yall. like we tumblr users talk all the time about how nice it is to live under a rock (#myrock) and i finally dont give a single fuck about this insanely popular media and no i dont want to hear about finn wolfhard on snl i never want to hear about any of them ever again i am free as a fucking bird bitch i am jovial
can you imagine being a parent in the pokemon world and your kid comes home with one of those straight up basically human pokemon. i know those motherfuckers can talk.
its morning. i see my childs Throh getting some oj from the fridge. 'morning', i say. he doesnt catch himself in time and says 'morning' back. he freezes and we both stare at each other knowingly. 'throh,' he says, but its too fucking late
i thought the âthis is the face that launched a thousand ships, although now it would maybe be five-hundred.â line was just an internet joke but apparently that's a line Menelaus actually says in Nolan's Odyssey??
Not only that the language itself sounds straight out of a marvel forcibly funny haha moment, but Menelaus? The Menelaus who all thoughout human history, from Homer, to Sappho, to Euripides, to Virgil, to Shakespeare, to Brooke, to Barth; from Classical vases to Medieval poetry to Reinessance art, has been known as the man whose sword fell from his hands at the sight of his wife after 10 years apart?
"What joy for me to hold my wife" Menelaus?
"He flung the sword away, and kissed her feet" Menelaus?
"I believe all. I understand nothing. I love you" Menelaus?
"I have no fault to find; my wife, he daughter of Zeus and Leda, is mine again, she whom her brothers on their snow-white steeds, whilst torches blazed, made my happy bride, but gods removed her from my home." Menelaus?
The Menelaus who was picked out of the suitors by Helen herself? The Menelaus who couldn't kill a begging Trojan so his brother had to do it for him? The Menelaus who rescued Odysseus and got out Patroclus' body? The Menelaus who volounteered to fight Paris one on one so everybody could go home? Who kept expressing his guilt about himself being the cause of war through every assembly he spoke at in the Iliad? Who after 10 years away at Troy, took his wife through a 7-year long journey at sea back home, where he reinstated her as the queen of Sparta? Who wept like a child in front of Telemachus recalling the war and his brother and all the friends he lost and the only consolation being his wife' gentle hand on his?
You want me to believe that man scarred Helen's face and called her only worth half the ships because of it?
I'm actually physically sick just thinking about it.
Remember when Xbox was going to basically ban used games for the xbox one, and Playstation made fun of them with that video titled "how to share games on Playstation" and it was just one guy handing another a game disk? And now Playstation is getting rid of physical disks entirely
working with kids and one of them says âyou know you eat 8 spiders a night on average right?â and another goes âno no no those statistics are actually skewed by people who like eat spiders recreationally for fun and stuffâ and my head snapped up like a fucking sleeper agent
canon is what happens in the text. e.g. merlin tries to poison morgana
a headcanon is a fact that you have personally made up as an elaboration of canon. it is your invention. e.g. i think morgana and gwen had a teenage lesbian situationship before the events of canon. or, i think modern morgana would love evanesence.
an interpretation is how one reads the existing text. it is not an invented fact nor is it a headcanon, it is a reading. e.g. i think merlin tries to poison morgana out of misplaced self-hatred. or, i think that one line was delivered with suppressed malice and shows a nuanced relationship.
fanon is the general fandomâs accepted headcanons and interpretations that elaborate or recontextualize canon. e.g. merlin is a badass waif and morgana is a bitch.
these are all different words with different meanings.
A not so brief account of my experience at the Delhi protest on the 20th of July:
CW: violence, police brutality
3 of my friends and I, all of us resident doctors in various disciplines, had made extremely last minute plans to get to the walk that was organised for the 20th. I thankfully have a friend who lives fairly close to Jantar Mantar, and we were able to leave our things at their place while we were at the protest. We had decided to leave our phones at their house-since all of us had been extremely critical of the current government online, as well as in correspondences to our friends and family-and one of my friends carried a burner phone, in order to record the protest.
We reached Jantar Mantar at around 2:00am, fearing that the police may stop people from entering the site later in the day (this was of course what happened), and we milled through the crowd, talking to some of the other protestors at the site. At some point, we realised that the police presence had increased significantly, and the rapid action forces, had also been deputised to "deal" with us. At this point, I honestly still wasn't feeling scared at all. We were surrounded by several like minded people, who were also opposed to the current ruling party. It genuinely felt like we could speak with ease, for the first time in 12 years. We then found out, that the cops had started welding the barricades together. I'll admit that this is when I felt genuine fear. The minute we heard about this happening, the people around me immediately started talking about Jallianwala Bagh. Jallianwala Bagh, for those who don't know about the massacre, was a peaceful site of protest, where a large group of Indians had gathered to protest, during the Indian fight for independence. General Dyer, had then ordered all exits to be sealed, and opened fire on the protestors. A lot of what India faces under this government, feels eerily familiar to what she faced under British colonial rule.
Eventually, some of the protestors were able to push over the barricades, and we were able to start trying to move towards the parliament. That's unfortunately, when the violence began. The cops and RAF, started very indiscriminately lathi charging the crowd. There was no violence from our side. The cops had even parked a truck full of massive rocks, right by the protest site, probably hoping that the protestors would make use of them. In the end, we only have videos of the police themselves, chucking the rocks to make it look like the protest had been violent. And even after getting beaten up, the only responses I saw from the protestors, were pleas to be allowed to continue the march. We saw a lot of young students, face police brutality for the first time, and have to quickly come to the understanding, that the cops were not there to help them.
My friends and I had primarily gone, because we knew the cops would attempt to attack the protestors, and we wanted to provide whatever little medical aid we could. We had reached the site with 6 bags of saline, and at least 50 rolls of gauze, among other supplies. We were completely out by the time we left at night. I saw a lot of scalp and head injuries-it seemed like the wonderful police had gone out of their way to aim at protestors heads. I also saw a concerning number of children who had been injured by them. I counted 6 cases of eardrum rupture, and more bruises and cuts than I could keep track of. It was while I was attending to one of the injured protestors, that I was hit with the lathi for the first time. They saw very clearly, that I was in my doctor's coat, stethoscope in my pocket, and was treating a patient. They still tried to physically assault me. It was my fellow protestors, who immediately came to my defense, and got in between the police and I. This was our reality at the time. The only people we could rely on, were each other. A friend of mine was almost carted off by the police, to be placed under unlawful detention. He, like all of our little group, was only treating the injuries of the protestors. It was only because of the protestors, once again, that he was able to escape from their hold, and disappear back into the crowd. My friend who carried his burner phone, had it snatched from his hand, stomped on, and was then asked who was paying him to be there. We were a fair distance away from the tear gas shells, so we didn't experience the effects of the expired canisters the cops threw at the protests who were closer to the parliament. I found out after reaching the airport, that it was the nearby gurudwara and mosque, who were sheltering the protestors, and treating the inflammation inflicted by the tear gas. The same people, the media like to call Khalistanis or Pakistanis, they were the people who stepped up to help the protestors who were getting gassed by the cops.
We did not make it to the parliament, it's true. The delhi police and the RAF, who had all conveniently "lost" their name tags, made sure of it. But honestly, I can't find any sort of disappointment in myself. For the past few years, I have felt so alone, wondering why the people simply accepted the harm this government has inflicted on our country and our communities. But I came to realise that I wasn't alone, and I never had been. There I was, surrounded by people of all ages, who wanted better for this country. And it filled me with a sense of patriotism, that I hadn't felt in so long. These were ordinary people, who had taken leave from their jobs and studies, and were here, right beside me, demanding a better India.
Today I returned to my hospital, and to the outside observer, things may seem to have not changed in the slightest. But something feels different. Maybe I'm being foolish, or overly optimistic. I returned with nothing much to show, but a slightly depleted bank account, and a large bruise on my shoulder, but yesterday felt like an awakening. The people who want to claim that the 20th was the death of democracy, are so incredibly mistaken, because this is just the beginning. Now and forever ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤źŕ¤˛ŕ¤žŕ¤Ź ŕ¤ŕ¤źŕ¤żŕ¤¨ŕĽŕ¤Śŕ¤žŕ¤Źŕ¤žŕ¤Ś.
July 21, 2026 - Arrested student protesters in Mumbai are freed by a comrade after a brutal police crackdown on huge student demonstrations across India demanding the resignation of the minister of education and prime minister Modi. [video]
i am very politically vocal on this blog. i have always stood for people from other counties. so if you can, please speak out for us, the people of my country too. we, the students, the civilians are suffering and our media is not covering our side of the protests but spinning the narrative to further invalidate the brutal assaults of protesters. we are asking for resignation from the people in-charge and our government is silent. foreign journalists are doing more for indian journalism than indian journalists themselves.
when you are scared to speak up in a country where you have a right to freedom of speech because you're afraid of the backlash from the government, that alone should tell you that this is dictatorship. i do not support any political party or individual that are joining the protests simply for promoting their agenda and ask for votes. i support the innocent kids and farmers that committed suicide and other protesters that are being assaulted and detained for protesting. we are fighting for them.
it is truly my humble request to anyone reading this, please speak up for us.
There're 1.4 trillion reasons to hate Elon Musk, but if you love science and space exploration you should hate Musk more.
His siphoning of public and private investments into his failure of a space company pushed space exploration back by years or decades.
Every failure of his "Starship" to even reach orbit is time, money, labor, fuel, etc. that could've gone to a much better cause with NASA or even a different private space company.
disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.
For all that the 1800s etiquette guides are--obviously--derangedly sexist from a modern perspective? They're also mindblowing in how casually they will assert things that MODERN DAY CONSERVATIVES would scream and cry and shit their pants about.
"People back then always married young it's natural!!!" Every single 1800s guide I've ever met casually mentions that, of course, you really shouldn't get married before you're at least 20, and waiting until 25 is usually better.
Or, like. Okay here's a long segment:
Just firmly going "it is crazy sexist to blame The Wife for overspending when thirty seconds of asking questions will immediately establish that her husband was outright lying to her about how much money they had. Talk to your wife like a normal person."
Or--okay, here. A section on being honest and not writing love letters in secret, because that's usually a good sign that there's something untoward going on....
....except that he then immediately acknowledges that sometimes, the reason you're hiding this from your parents is that your parents suck. That there are parents who frankly have not earned the right to approve or disapprove of your partner.
(I realize the phrasing there sounds a lot less strong than my summary, but--trust me on this. When you're familiar with the narrative voice of these kinds of books, this passage is downright radical. The mere acknowledgement that if you treat your kids badly, it's your own damn fault when they don't talk to you? I've genuinely never seen that before in this genre.
Don't freak out over "properly trained", either. It's just a linguistic shift--at the time, "training" was used the way we would say "raising" a child today. )
Iâm stealing @naturalpr3yâs tags off this post because they reminded me of the book scene that (to my mind) most clearly debunks the fanon interpretation of the characters:
Heated Rivalry, ch. 4
In the book version of the CCM shoot scene, Ilya doesnât just call Shane âprettyâ like in the show. If he had, maybe the woke!Ilya truthers could argue that he meant it in a non-gendered, why canât men be pretty too? kind of way, and Shaneâs defensiveness was a sign of his ingrained misogyny being contrasted with this enlightened attitude. But book!Ilya tacks on, âLike a doll.â It is explicitly both a feminizing and objectifying comment, and one that (whether intentionally or not) alludes to the racist china doll stereotype:
Furthermore, this is not the first time this sort of comment has been made about Shane. He isnât assuming in a vacuum that itâs meant as a chirp. White hockey guys whoâve called him âpretty boyâ in the past have been insulting him!! And the fact that itâs a repeat occurrence just drives home that itâs a deliberately racialized insult. Being kind of turned on by Ilya saying it is uncomfortable for Shane in large part because of this racial context. It would be quite understandable if hearing this other playerâhis rival, his supposed equalâusing such degrading language was an immediate turn-off, but instead, Shane finds he doesnât hate it.
If what you took out of all that is âShane gets offended because he doesnât want to be compared to icky women, even though Ilya means it as a compliment because he doesnât think femininity is shameful,â you should maybe go read it again.
Genuine question: Why aren't people in the U.S. calling the massive influx of homelessness and encampments Trumptowns like they called shanty towns and encampments Hoovervilles during the Great Depression? Why aren't we trying to embarrass him for HIS policy failures in 2020 that lead to spikes in homelessness? Why aren't we actively talking about them more and reminding everyone who cut federal funds for non-profits, local governments, and other groups doing the work to support and help people experiencing homelessness?
idk who on earth could possibly need to hear this, but do NOT, under ANY circumstances, give out your SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER to ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS
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