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Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
I love this post especially the rat part
going on me feed
what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post
THIS IS NOT AN EXPEDITION...
ITS AN EXECUTION.
Gorgeous omg… I fear I need to watch this movie. I won’t stomach the blood well lol but artist rendered version is actually gorgeous
Art by Minji Kim
SCROLL BACK UP THAT’S ART
Happy 5th Birthday to
“Unus Annus”
"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone
Old friend (derogatory(sexual intent))
"Old friend" (we were friends once.)
"Old friend" (maybe even lovers once)
"Old friend" (you say it so softly with too much knowing in your voice.)
"Old friend" (who left first? I dont remember now)
"Old friend" (the only thing i do remember)
"Old friend" (is that love doesnt really die)
"Old friend" (but it does rot)
Woah hi hello
I'm a sucker for sunsets and sunset colors! Another relaxing capybara to pass on some zen vibes...
Bothersome beast, comforting friend
can we ask about ur family's curse
according to my great grandma it was cast on her grandma by a neighbor with the evil eye - "your daughters will marry their fathers and your sons will become them"
which is really just a fancy way of describing the cycle of abuse and therefore worked very well, generally going into effect before the kid in question turned 21
so my matrilineal family tree winds up a fractured, miserable mess, lots of young marriages and parents falling apart generation after generation, serial toxic marriages with generations of kids scattered across the whole state in foster homes - very nasty stuff
until it gets to me (firstborn in my generation of cousins) and by the time im twenty one i am 1. both daughter and son and neither 2. extremely aspec and queer
which apparently this neighbor did not conceive of when casting her eye and seems to have simply error messaged the curse into oblivion. no one born after me has had this problem. all their romantic relationships are loving (though i would never claim them perfect) and their children adored. fairytale loopholed so hard the damn thing disintegrated. its the funniest magic story i have lmao
hey steven universe community, I just binge-watched the show for the first time
Pretty :’)
where's that masterpost of quotes that have no right going as hard as they do. I'd like to submit "Protagonism is best left to teens and the insane"
The timing of this post couldn’t be better for me
This is probably one of the most depressingly heart-wrenching photos I’ve ever seen. Native American children taken from their families and put into school to assimilate them into white society. the slogan for this governmental campaign ’“kill the Indian to save the man”. no official apology has ever been issued. never forgotten.
this hurts so bad.
I remember learning about this in Native History
they were toddlers taken from their homes, their hair cut. if they asked why their hair was cut, who had died for their hair to be cut, why they couldn’t see their parents, had their parents died, they were told yes. and beaten and starved for crying.
never forget that these prison labour “schools,” who used the boys for free farm labour and infrastructure development in nearby settler towns, and used the girls for free laundry, kitchen labour, and sewing, whether in america or canada, had graveyards.
in canada, specifically, the children were subject to government starvation experiments and deprived of specific nutrients to study the effect on their health, for the benefit of cereal manufacturers. this human experimentation led to the understanding of vital nutrients for settler children, and their inclusion on cereal packets, by learning what would happen if you starved native children of them.
these schools were cultural genocide, yes, but they were also violent, murderous, bloody-handed genocide against our most vulnerable members.
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STOP this is so good
how universal of an experience is having the giving tree read to you as a small child and being distraught even tho the teacher seemed to think it was a nice story. also is this a gendered phenomenon. do girlchildren know on some level that they’re the tree not the little boy
Children designated as “gifted and talented” frequently melt down because of this story. Boys and girls both. I’ve heard many G&T educators say they don’t bring The Giving Tree or The Rainbow Fish into their classrooms at all because of it.
Wow, what is it about gifted and talented kids that makes those stories hit them so hard?
Because those stories are innately about what to do with gifts and talents, and in the case of those particular books, children often interpret them as “give up all sense of self and bodily autonomy, and carve yourself to pieces to make other people like you.”
Here’s my friend unpacking The Rainbow Fish on the topic.
^ That last comment really succinctly illustrates 90% of my mental health issues.
Yesterday, I was in yet another deep spiral of self loathing, and the CORE of it stems from this very fucking message. If I’m not saying ‘yes’ to everyone, I’m selfish and mean. No one will love me if I say ‘no’. If I’m not valuable to others, I’m worthless. If I’m better than others at something, I can’t be proud of it, it would be rude. Give give give give give. I cannot make demands of others without feeling guilty. I can’t speak my mind against others. I freeze up. I tumble into depression and dark thoughts to the point where I cannot function. I have the worst form of imposter syndrome: Am I a nice person? I can’t be. A nice person would just suck it up and keep going. Stop complaining. This anger that you feel? It’s wrong. You have to forgive and shut up. Their feelings mean more important than your own. They said something terrible, it’s not their fault. It can’t be. They are stressed. If you stand up for yourself you are just ignoring their pain. You need to be the bigger person, even if it’s killing you.
The tree gives so much it destroys itself, and we as kids are taught that self-destructive behavior that solely benefits others is not just admirable–it’s correct.
holy shit
gave them a sandbox and few cactuses and said that’s enough you better work!!!!!
list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals
cleaning or wipe your bare feet
breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone
putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head
eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground
seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view
cupping your hands into running water to wash your face
the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present
when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly
May I add?
Touching someone’s face with the back of your hand to see if they have a fever
Stopping to watch animals moving in groups (geese, fish, horses, butterflies, bees)
Helping an elderly person to walk or sit
telling stories around a fire
huddling together for warmth when it’s cold
marveling at sunlight through leaves
wonderment at the brightness of a full moon
bringing food to sick or grieving families