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made this for shiggles (shane + giggles) but then I made myself emotional whoops!
me, halfway through listening through a song: hmm this might have otp potential
*restarts song but this time listening with Blorbo Intent
Is it "chronically online discourse" or do you just not care about minorities enough to listen to them in real life
Is it "chronically online discourse" or is it the world being so unsafe for minorities that they cannot express these basic frustrations about how they are treated in real life without getting assaulted ostracized or killed for it
I need a crush. Having a crush is so fucking fun. Your hormones just take you for a ride and nothing can hurt you
People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves
Yeah. An enormous number of racists, misogynists, homophobes and transphobes I’ve met eventually whip out something about evolutionary biology and they never, ever, ever, ever have the slightest shadow of even a half-right idea what any of it means or ever cite a claim ever actually made by a scientific study.
Here’s a quick handy reference list or anyone who isn’t sure:
Homosexuality does exist in almost all social species.
“Alpha males” are not a real phenomenon and in fact the most aggressive males tend to be the least reproductively successful.
“Survival of the fittest” simply means that the success of a species hinges on how well it “fits” its environment. It does not mean that stronger or smarter individuals are supposed to succeed. Those things can even be a detriment in nature by wasting too many resources.
“Race” is not a biological concept. Someone who looks different from you has the same human genes, just a different grab-bag of dominant traits.
Evolution is not a march towards higher complexity, more intelligence or even more adaptability. It’s just a fluctuation of characteristics dictated by environmental pressures and mutation. A slime mold isn’t “less evolved” than a hawk, just adapted for success under different parameters.
People didn’t evolve “from apes.” It’s more complicated than that. We are a category of ape, sharing a common ancestor with the other apes.
No human on Earth is “closer” to an evolutionary ancestor than any other. We all descended from the same one.
Neanderthals were also a “sibling” species of ours. We didn’t evolve from them.
Some of us did, however, cross-breed with Neandethal man. It is exclusively non-African races, such as white people, who still carry hybrid human/Neanderthal genes. Whoops, sorry “white purity” skinheads, you’re actually mixed with a whole other species.
Some more stuff!
Humans are actually more genetically homogeneous than most people suspect. This is possibly due to a population bottleneck at some point in our evolutionary past. Two chimpanzees from different sides of a jungle are likely more genetically different to each other than any two human beings in the world.
Our big brains may help us use tools, but what was really principal in their development was the need for empathy, communication, and cooperation.
Humans. Are. Social. So social it drove an incredibly energetically costly increase in our brain size. Don’t believe anyone who says its our nature to fight “every man for themself.” We’re humans, not bears. We fight for each other.
And we always have. Fossil remains are found of ancient humans who bore signs of crucial mobility impairments that lived to notable ages. Some even have sticks or other mobility aids – community care and support is our way. We don’t cast off those with impairments, we stand by them.
Human sexual dimorphism is on a decreasing trend. Our ancestors had greater difference in canine size and overall size. Our dimorphism gap has gotten smaller.
Occam’s razor is the principal that whatever is the simplest explanation is probably the most likely one. Don’t believe someone who says the reason we evolved bipedalism is so that males could carry gifts to females to woo them. Yes, this is a real ‘theory’ on how bipedalism evolved.
Skin tone is an adaptation of UV levels vs vitamin D levels. Both come from the sun. UV is harmful, so where sun is plentiful populations develop a darker skin tone for more protection. The skin needs sun to create vitamin D, so where sun is scarce, the skin tone lightens to allow more sun in. This is literally all it is.
Final thing: No one’s mind is really equipped to fully understand how long a billion years is, or a million, or even tens of thousands of years. Evolution takes place over a loooong time. Its very, very, slow, slower than we can really comprehend. We can’t “stand in the way” of natural selection by caring for our ill. We don’t need to “help” evolution in any way. It inevitably happens, but not on any sort of timescale we could possibly affect, so don’t fall for anyone that tells you not to “stand in the way” of natural selection. That’s fascism, and its utterly pseudo-scientific.
Not to mention natural selection doesn’t have a “will” that you can stand in the way of. Its not an entity with wants, its a millions-year long process. And its impossible for our decisions to “stand in its way.” Our decisions to care for one another are what brought our species where it is, plain and simple.
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Shane Hollander's pretty thong.
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New evolution of man
I mean... sure.
i am so nervous for s2 because of THE ISSUES with TLG, and I just keep telling myself, Hudson is on set. Hudson loves Shane. I wouldn't love Shane the way I do if Hudson hadn't been the first to introduce him to me.
And I try to breathe.
Couple + Sibling/relative third wheel is honestly an S-tier trio dynamic and I wish we saw more of this in media.
"You are my soulmate. We are forged together by battle and tears and love. Also my brother's coming along."
"Yo."
Bonus points if the non-related half of the couple is just as committed to keeping the third wheel around as the related half.
"Isn't it weird that your brother in law is always hanging around?"
"You've got a problem with Andrew?"
lucas haas drunk and buzzing after winning rookie of the year, somehow climbed into cliff marlows lap and is grinding away, desperate and begging, whining and crying
meanwhile cliff marlow is experiencing the second coming of christ, he never knew he needed a rookie in his lap begging to come in his pants, while he himself is so close he can taste it jesus christ is this how roz feels?
(hey hi sorry this gave me a disease)
Exactly an hour and forty-five minutes after accepting Rookie of the Year, Luca Haas takes his first shot with the veterans.
Cliff is in charge of this particular rite of passage now, because Scott Hunter quit hanging out with them after the show ever since he got gay married, and Ilya has already slipped off somewhere (presumably to go fuck Hollander, though Cliff’s pretty sure most of the other guys at the bar don’t know that) and with no one else stepping up to show the rookies how to fuckin’ party, he had taken it upon himself to make sure it got done and done correctly.
He scruffs Haas gamely behind his neck and gives his shoulders a shake as the booze burns its way down his throat. Atta boy, nice going rook, congrats man, fuckin’ beauty, you. A flush rises in the boy’s face, and it’s far too early for the alcohol to be the cause.
He’s a good looking kid, Haas. Sandy hair and green eyes and supermodel bone structure barely concealed beneath a stubborn layer of baby fat. Girls would be tripping over themselves to get at him.
An hour and fifteen minutes after his first shot, Luca has had many more, and is solidly inebriated. He’s standing (less standing and more leaning-on-for-dear-life, really) beside Cliff as they chat with the goalie for the Guardians, and once the man finally says goodnight, Luca leans closer.
He presses his groin against the back of Cliff’s dangling free hand, and it’s at this point that Cliff realizes with a jolt that Haas is hard as a rock.
“Mister Marleau,” he sighs, batting his pale lashes up at Cliff like a goddamn cartoon. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Uh,” Cliff says brilliantly. “Yeah, kid. Sure.”
Luca smiles, blushing all the way. “It’s just… I heard a rumor,” he giggles. Giggles. Like a fuckin’ schoolgirl. “About you and Cap, back in the day.”
Oh God. “Yeah? And what was that?”
“Well, I’ve heard that… when you won really big… like the Cup, or one of these things,” he says with a gesture to the after party around them, “you two would take a trip together to celebrate. A trip to Paris.”
It Bums Me Out (!) how often people, even women writing have their characters show how cool they are with their gay bud by being like, oh I get it! It's just like being best bros but then you also fuck! Wow being gay sounds rad! Wish I could get into that/ I think I'm going to explore this LOL.
Slash that this is a real thing that men say in real life, and it's meant to be showing open inclusivity and general being-coolness.
It bums me OUT (!!!) how inherent people's assumption that men cannot like or enjoy being around women. The way they enjoy being around other men. It bums me out that so many men themselves fantasize about being friends with their partner, when they have someone at home, who's diluted into thinking that their man really loves and likes them.
I'm not even mad that people write the inherent dislike of women, and how much it represents how women are not seen as actual full beings, but as things to possess, to hold, to conquer, to put up with.
It just bums me out that it's true.
I don't know. Maybe I'm not making any sense 😕
Begging y'all to look up what unreliable narrator means cuz the definition is kicking y'all's asses right now
Trauma in fiction is treated as a currency not as a character trait. And depending on who holds it, the story gives you total immunity or demands you pay for it.
If a white male lead is toxic or cruel, the narrative immediately rushes in to show you his broken childhood or his mental health struggles. Suddenly it’s not about the harm he’s actively inflicting on the people around him, it’s about how much he’s suffering on the inside. His choices get rebranded as trauma responses, and the story flips the burden onto everyone else to heal him, understand him, and forgive him. If his partner sets a basic boundary or asks for an actual apology, the narrative frames them as rigid and unfeeling for not catering to his pain fast enough. It’s a complete free pass. His past trauma becomes an absolution machine where he never actually has to take responsibility for his own actions because poor him he's so so sad.
But the second you look at female characters or characters of color, that entire grace period disappears. When a POC character has trauma, the story almost never uses it to excuse their bad behavior. Instead their pain is written as baggage they need to deal with quietly so they don't burden anyone else. They’re routinely forced into the role of the patient, grounded anchor whose entire narrative purpose is to perform emotional labor for the volatile white lead, completely stripping them of their own right to be angry, complex, or messy. If a female or POC character makes even a minor mistake, reacts out of hurt, or dares to hold the fan favorite accountable, both the narrative and the fandom drop the hammer on them. They get called annoying, selfish, or toxic, while the white guy gets thousands of words of fan essays dissecting his childhood to explain why he’s actually just a broken boy who needs a hug.
That’s where the racism and sexism sit so heavy in these spaces. White male characters are given infinite interiority, range, and grace, while marginalized characters are flattened into tools meant to facilitate his growth. Trauma should explain why a character acts the way they do, but it shouldn't be a narrative shield that erases their agency. Real redemption requires facing what you’ve done, not using your past as a voucher to treat people like garbage while everyone else pays the price for it.
one thing about the long game...
i just read a book that makes the long game look like fucking shakespeare and it really put things into perspective for me. we can critique the long game (and there are very many important things to critique!) because there's actually something there. successful or not, an attempt was made. so there's things to analyze and dig into and pull apart.
my god. it's so different when the book is just a string of cliche phrases stuck together with conjunctions and doesn't even try.
i try very hard to stay away from calling anything "lazy" because i know that even the worst things take real time and energy. you can try really hard on something and you can still whiff it. and it's not because you're lazy and don't care.
HOWEVER HOLY SHIT I am putting all of that aside for my reading of Beautiful Ugly which was a cynical, flat, vacuous, vacant, trope-laden, barren, two dimensional, and yes lazy. If a good story is a lush tree that houses an ecosystem, this was a grey spindly dying thing that had dropped its leaves for the last time.
this was playing a note into a room that swallows the sound. no echo. no resonance.
the prose is not doing: here's what happened and here's how it feels, and here's the texture and here's what it tells us about the character... instead it's: the dog was red. the dog was sad. She hates you. I hate you.
there's no volley between author and reader. It's "here's dinner!" and it's a picture of a plate of unseasoned spaghetti and even the picture itself is AI.
this was a middle schooler's first draft, and I don't say that to insult middle schoolers, but there are things you lean on when you're first learning to really write that you eventually shed as you seek to convey real meaning and depth. NOT SO in this book, which I was convinced was self pub, but nope just money-making-mediocrity.
Seeing people talk about the Trolley Problem on here is always... interesting. Because the Trolley Problem isn't meant to be a narrative trope, and it's not meant to have a "right" answer, and it's not meant to be an immediately realistic scenario that you can argue your way out of, it's not meant to make you feel proud that you picked the "right answer". It's an ethics thought experiment. "Somebody has to die and you can't save everyone" needs to be taken as a given premise in order to get at what the Trolley Problem is making you consider, which is how you allocate value of people's lives, something that it's very, very hard to get people to address in any circumstances but extremely contrived ones.
Because the way I was taught it, the Trolley Problem isn't a one-and-done thing in isolation - its classic form is there to set up the variations and test where your values change.
The classic form is: a runaway trolley is careening down the tracks. The brakes are broken, it can't be stopped. In its path, five people are tied to the tracks, and if it's left to its own devices, the trolley will run over them and kill them. BUT you have the option to pull a lever and send the trolley down a different track. On that track, one person is tied to the tracks. As it stands Right Now, if you do nothing, the five people will die, and the one person will live. But you can pull the lever and switch the trolley's track so that the one person will die, and the five will live. The trolley is approaching and you don't have time to untie anyone from the tracks. Would you pull the lever?
In its base form, the question is fairly simple, and it's about if the capacity to intervene makes you morally obligated to intervene, and if doing nothing and letting more people die is better or worse than personally intervening to make it so that fewer people die, but one person will die who without your intervention would otherwise have lived.
But that's even one iteration of the problem, because most people say yes - saving five people and sacrificing one is, overall, better than saving one person and sacrificing five.
And the real value of the Trolley Problem comes after you've said, yes, I'd pull the lever.
You've established that you believe intervening to save five people even if that means sacrificing one person is the more morally correct option. Then the question-asker hits you with,
... what if the five people were strangers, and the one person was your mom/your spouse/your sister/your best friend? Would you pull the lever then?
... what if the five people were adults, and the one was a child? Would you pull the lever then?
... what if the five people were convicted felons, and the one was not? Would you pull the lever then?
... what if the five people were disabled, and the one person was an Olympic athlete? Would you pull the lever then?
... what if instead of one person, it was four people? Would you pull the lever then?
... what if instead of five people, it was a critically endangered bird, whose death might doom its species to extinction? Would you pull the lever then?
The one that sticks in my head is, let's go back to the baseline version - a trolley is careening out of control towards five people, and you can intervene to shift it to the track where it will kill one person. Did you say yes to that?
Now imagine there are five terminally ill people who need a heart transplant, a liver transplant, a lung transplant, and two kidney transplants, or they'll die. Meanwhile, there is a perfectly healthy adult in front of you with fully functional organs that are a perfect match for these five people. Would you kill that healthy adult and distribute their organs to the five sick people, saving their lives?
If you said no to that, but yes to pulling the trolley lever... why? The logic is the same: kill one person who would otherwise have lived, in order to save five people who would otherwise have died. But it feels different, doesn't it? Why?
That's what the Trolley Problem is for. It's a deliberately contrived ethical thought experiment to draw out our values, our feelings, and how we apply our values about people's lives when we make decisions - and maybe make us face the realization that we have some gut feelings about the value of some lives over others, and make us ask ourselves why we feel that way.
It's applied to hospital triage situations about who to treat first, and to decisions when programming self-driving cars in a crash scenario of whether to prioritize the safety of a pedestrian or the driver.
And it exists so that once you realize the way you're thinking about this, you then have to turn the question to the trade-offs we actually make in society.
... what if instead of five people, it was seven million people, and on the other track, instead of one person, it was The Economy?
... what if instead of five people, it was 7,500 people, and on the other track, instead of one person, it's letting car companies do what they want forever?
... what if instead of five people, it was 1,000 people, and on the other track, instead of one person, it was police budgets and police immunity?
... what if instead of five people, it was a ground invasion of Japan, and on the other track, instead of one person, it was 140,000 people in Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
... what if instead of five people, it was 251 hostages, and on the other track, instead of one person, it was the entire population of Gaza?
These are treated as acceptable tradeoffs, as things that are acceptable sacrifices for the other. And it's up to us to ask. Is this an acceptable trade-off. And is it really a Trolley Problem the way that the people in power want us to believe it is, with no other options.