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Sunday nights can be pretty rough. Try not to let yourself get too sad or anxious about the week ahead. You can get through anything thatâs going to happen this week. You will do marvelous things and itâll be WONDERFUL.
Here is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle and make it through whatever this week throws at you.
I need to believe this
You think âOkay, I get it, Iâm prepared for the worstâ, but you hold out that small hope, see, and thatâs what fucks you up. Thatâs what kills you.
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Favourite story.
The New Harry Potter Show
Alright let's fuckin' do this, I FUCKING guess
Okay. Yes. Queen TERF got a new show for her series. They are reviving the series in hopes of getting more money out of the parts that most of the mainstream agrees are still generally good. Note: I said "mainstream." Not "people who care about bigotry." Go on Facebook. JKR was not super invested in her own bigotry at the time the original books were written and has openly admitted that her opinions on trans people have "evolved" over time (obviously in the wrong direction.) Now, there's been some talk around "the only actors they'll be able to get are bigots." This is true for the ADULTS. This is 100% not true for the actual stars and faces of the show, who are, currently, not yet in middle school. It is highly questionable, even if they wanted to, even if they might be questioning in all the social media storm around this, that they could turn it down - at that age, in show business, your agents and parents make the call for you. Others have said "Do not bully the child actors because if anyone does the right will be able to point out that the "wokes" are bullying children for their agenda." Any amount of hate thrown their way as a result of the politics of the series' creator will absolutely be used as evidence that trans people and their supporters are monsters. This is not the primary reason that we should not be bullying them. These are kids who are about to be thrust into the unique hell that is child stardom right before they hit the far more mundane hell that is puberty and figuring out who or what you are - which they will already be navigating in the spotlight because of fame, and will now, because of choices they did not get to make entirely for themselves, be forced to make with a cloud of controversy and JK's bigotry hanging over their heads. Presently they are not yet in middle school. They are still young enough to be sleeping with stuffed animals. They likely have not begun dealing with acne or worrying about serious crushes. They are at the age where we were still hoping for actual hogwarts letters. They're children - we're better than bullying them for what adults are using them to do. Loose your bloodlust where it belongs - the bigot who has decided to thrust them into the spotlight and into an incredibly difficult position in this incredibly vulnerable age out of spite for the previous actors and to further allow her ability to harm marginalized people.
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90% of arguments about media could just be solved by saying âdifferent people like different things in their storiesâ and leaving it at that
this person probably humanizes cops/racists, rape, child abuse, incest etc as long as its fictional lol
this is a good and normal leap in logic to make from this post!
I certainly hope they do, and not just when itâs fictional. Humanizing them is an important step in stopping the actual real-world harm.
If you recognize that theyâre human, then you can understand itâs an issue of rationale and perspective, not Inherent Evil - and you can learn to think like an adversary. This is the first step in developing a good security mindset. That mindset, in turn, is the first tool you need to build functional safety measures and protections for your community.
Thereâs an added bonus, too - if you recognize that theyâre people, youâll notice that not many people are villains in their own narratives. They arenât choosing to be evil, theyâre rationalizing their harmful choices. And you start asking questions.
If you recognize that cops are people, you learn to ask yourself âAm I being reactionary, authoritarian, and needlessly violent?â
If you recognize that racists are people, you learn to recognize and unpack the racist lessons you were taught.
If you learn that rapists are people, you learn to actively verify consent.
By recognizing that terrible people are not Inherently Bad, but choosing to do terrible things for reasons they think justify them, you get better at protecting yourself from them - and protecting everyone around you from your worst tendencies. Itâs a difficult and ongoing process, but itâll protect you far better than any list of specific Bad Things to watch out for.
Thereâs a flipside to this, of course, and itâs important:
Anyone who tells you that your enemies are inhuman monsters is using you.
Either theyâre trying to convince you that they couldnât possibly be an Enemy because theyâre a normal person⊠or theyâre trying to keep you from noticing the little rationalizations. To convince you that atrocity is okay when you do it.
Donât fall for either lie.
That last point there is really important. How often do people get away with truly atrocious shit, because everyone around them thinks that inhuman monster thing?
Of course my friend canât be a rapist. Theyâre my friend, not some inhuman monster!
Of course my sibling doesnât hit and gaslight their spouse. Theyâre my sibling, not some inhuman monster!
etc etc etc
So all the little and big things that point to [fill in blank] doing [thing] are rationalized and explained away. Because [fill in blank] is a person and not some inhuman monster, so theyâd never!
By dehumanizing people who commit atrocities, we blind ourselves to the ability to do that shit in people we first and foremost see as people already (friends, family, co-workers, etc.) and in ourselves.
Reminds me of the cautious: People donât want a democracy, they want a dictatorship they agree with. The problem with that, of course, is when a dictator changes you donât get a say.
Sorry for not posting in a while. The spirit realm was opened and I had to re-kill your grandma
I have some complicated feelings about that but thanks
No problem bud
DISNEY IS FUNDING THE DONâT SAY GAY BILL
Despite inclusivity and representation efforts, Disney has apparently backed several supporters of Florida's "Don't say gay" bill.
âI could not be more unhappy with their political activities, both in terms of whom they fund and how they lobby,â
Florida politicians are obsessed with gay and transgender people in the worst possible way. Every year or so, Republicans in the Legislature
THEY ARE PUTTING MONEY INTO THE POCKETS OF EVERY OFFICIAL BACKING THE DONâT SAY GAY BILL
but Disney not putting gay people in CGfest capeshit is definitely because of China and Russia. Those evil, evil Orientals hate the Gays, and us in the enlightened West love gay rights. Disney would totally put those scenes in if it wasnât for them, for sure, and we can just ignore these repeated expose on Disney execs and the Companyâs homophobia.
growing up on tumblr is weird bc they let you say anything on here except show tits but on tiktok you have to censor curse words and say things like d1e and then instagram calls it hate speech for saying u dislike men
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âWe give them so little time, especially when time is a thing we transcend. We d0 ot measure it in the arbitrary rotations of celestial bodies, for we have seen the universe come into being, and then watch as the stars passed away, but even we know that  100 arbitrary rotations around an arbitrary celestial body is not enough. Not enough to make a soldier, but the war grows long, and we must fight. It greaves us to say, but our children, our little ones must fight as well, and they must do it while they are still children. We have tried to protect them for as long as we can, tried to hide them away in their vulnerable state, to give them protection, but it is not enough. The darkness grows ever thicker, and the war rages on, sometimes that darkness seeps through the cracks, there is nothing we can do to stop it, it simply is. The Corruption takes them before they even know what they truly areâŠâŠ
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Unfortunately my love for HFY began and ended with escapism, this want for adventure No, I do not want to see aliens getting curb-stomped, or seeing aliens doing forced/exaggerated rxns like as in those nationalistic japanese shows; It gets old, fast, you know? I want to see humans surprised, weirded out, disgusted, enthused, delighted in reaction to the other culture, and see the aliens doing the same; A true exchange, both sides getting changed as a result of the other
A space captain learns about Polynesian Fire-Eaters during a less than ideal situation.
[Passage from the journal of Olsk M'nthent, Captain of the Happenstance, Star Date: 23:72:5:9]
We could see the search lights in the distance, but it would be too long before they found us. We were cornered by the Zemenan packs against the ship's fuel tank, which was spraying fuel from multiple points, their vicious hunger only held at bay by several pieces of flaming debris. But they would find their way eventually, either by simply going around them, or waiting for the fire to die down.
I had more or less accepted my fate at the jaws of these slavering beasts, but Crewmate Jonathan seemed to have other plans as he looked around for some form of salvation. I was going to attempt to console him in our last minutes before death when he pushed past me, grabbing one of the burning pieces from the ground. I was about to advise him that burning to death would be significantly more painful than falling to the beasts surrounding us when he stepped past me again, making his way towards the fuel tank.
My mind entertained the thought that Crewmate Jonathan intended to ignite the tank's contents in a final act of "spite" that his species were prone to when he carefully leaned forward and appeared to actively consume fuel. I watched in horror as his facecheeks bulged outward and he stepped away, turning to face the Zemenan as some of them gathered enough courage to creep around the flames.
In response, Crewmate Jonathan leaned backwards, held the burning debris near his mouth/orifice.... and proceeded to expel flames from his person. My horror turned to awe as he went back and forth from the tank to the increasingly startled Zemenan horde as they retreated further and further from the seemingly unpredictable plumes of flame.
These flames also served to signal our location to the rescue ships. Within the hour, we were being treated in the safety of one of their infirmaries and I took the opportunity to ask Crewmate Johnathan about the spectacular display his just showed, to which he shrugged and stated that he had learned about "fire-eating" from his grandparents. When I pressed for more he simply stated that it had been practiced by his family for generations.
The discovery of this "performance art", as he put it, has only increased my fascination with the human race. Regardless, I am thankful to have him on board and have increased his pay accordingly.
[Passage Ends]
Vacation accrual: HR Debriefing Session# 4
A: So you wanted to talk to me today about your leave today Irwin? I: Yes! I wanted to talk about when I would start to get vacation hours? I have been here for about a year now. A:Yes? I: Uh..HuhâŠNow that you mention it I donât remember you guys mentioning it in the training material for us. You guys do give us a type of âPaid Leaveâ right? A: Yes! We also allow holidayâs off when the lunar solstice reaches the Zenith of Kel! I: Yeah about thatâŠI noticed that your kind tend to live for uhâŠAbout six thousand of our years. A: And? Whatâs your point Irwin? I: You do realize that a âYearâ on your homeworld is about 30 of ours. A: Thatâs pretty cool! Man I love hearing about you humanâs home-world! I really like those âchin-chillersâ your kind has showed me on their holode- I: Sorry to interrupt but you do realize that I am 33 of THOSE years old right? A: *Eyes grow wide and quickly rummages through files to find his application* A: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHERE IS YOUR PARENTS!?? I: I AM AN ADULT OF MY SPECIES!! A: *Blinks twice* A: *Pulls up human lifespan on the holodex* A: *Looks back at human with sad almost gentle, pitying eyes* A: I will bring this up with management. Go take the day off. A: Paid.
Humans are eldritch. They can sing a thousand voices, and they only started space exploration after more than two hundred years of trying to fix their own sick planet. They are guilt-driven, reckless and incredibly terrifying. They scare themselves for fun, they have deadly sports, and they are willing to almost die just to see if something can work.
No other intelligent species we know does that. No one almost killed their entire planet for the sake of profits, and no one discovered they could sing it back to life. No one is fascinated by unknown and terrific creatures that would certainly destroy everything and everyone, much less create art about the mere idea of it. No one dedicates so much of their craft for incomprehensible arts that can only be felt.
The entire universeâs medicine has changed since they arrived. We had to discover ways of erasing memory, of calming someone in the blink of an eye, because human art can make someone so sick they might never recover from it. Rumours spread, and humans were now feared. Everything about them became something terrific.
We knew they felt guilty, from almost killing their homeplanet, but that? That art, those hundreds of thousands of ideas of things that could never be, but still could be thought about? Those hands, smudged with toxic paint and oils, used to create imaginary things that looked too real to be imaginary? Their bodies, almost fragile almost strong bodies, that adapted to everything and could be broken down for the sake of things they deemed as beautiful? That did not came from guilt. It came within their own terrifying natures, along their hundred voices that could heal, along their silence that could destroy, along everything they ever created.
But still, when everyone feared them, humans did not try to attack. They did not try to cover themselves once again with blood. They did not do anything with violence. Despite everything, humanity was kind.
They helped with medicine, with their vaccines. They helped with technology, with their reckless nature of wanting to see if something can explode. They helped with art, by showing their own, and admiring ours.
They helped with history, for their obsession with the past did not allow them to not want to know more. They helped with restauration, for their guilt made them want to stop anyone from making mistakes similar to theirs. They helped with war, for not doing it. They helped with the universe, for despite everything, they still loved.
Humans are eldritch, for everything was set so they could once again use violence, but they did not. Humans are eldritch, because they themselves think they are evil, but still, they do not commit to it. Humans are eldritch, and they will help you out when you need it - just ignore their pets, for they have an obsession with befriending any and all creatures.
Humans are weird: False Flag
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The door to the prison cell burst open.
Blinding light from the hallway pierced into the dark interior like knives and carved forth the image of the darkened rooms sole occupant.
Huddled in a corner, covered in filth, the human prisoner awoken to the sudden commotion.
Before their eyes could adjust the prisoner felt strong hands grabbing him and hoisting him into the air. The feeling of weightlessness didnât last long as they were then slammed back down into a metal chair at the center of the room.
Multiple straps were drawn across their body from feet to chest until the human could not even move a muscle.
Though still dazed from the rapidly unfolding situation, the human heard the sound of footsteps coming from down the hallway outside the cell.
Ryan Facoon opened his eyes to see his primary interrogator standing in the bright doorway.
Combra Task Maker Hol Gaul.
âIf I had known you were coming,â Ryan said as his dizziness began to wear off, âI would have freshened up for you.â Gaul stepped into the room and without a word struck Ryan across the face with the back of his hand.
âYou lied to us!â
Gaulâs voice resounded through the room and his following strikes reverberated down the hallway.
Ryan coughed up a glob of blood and smirked. âGaul, baby, I can tell somethings on your mind but Iâm not psychic; use your words.â
Gaul punched Ryan in the chest and Ryan vomited from the impact.
âThe target you gave us was not a military convoy!â
Gaulâs fists were clenched so tightly small droplets of blood began falling where his nails cut through flesh.
âIt was a civilian craft! Non-military!â
Gaul began pacing back and forth, his whole body showing signs of barely contained rage.
âI sent them the report I beat from you; everything matched from the ships appearance, to the cargo capacity, to even the names of the officers and yet when they scanned the area again after it had been destroyed there was no trace of any residual weapon signatures.â
He turned on Ryan whose head was still hanging limply towards the ground. âYou told me that ship was carrying weapons being sold by humans to the Coalition!â
Gaulâs breath was not ragged and uncontrolled. This information he had obtained from the spy Ryan Facoon was meant to be his crowning achievement, something to ensure his promotion out of the interrogators chair and into high command. Yet now it appeared that because of this blunder it would instead be his guarantee to the grave.
âHeheheâŠ.â Gaul turned to see Ryan snickering to himself, his head slowly rising to show that even through the beating he was still smiling.
âYou didâŠ.exactlyâŠ.what I hoped you would do.â
Ryan continued chuckling to himself between violent coughs.
âYou were just SOOO excited to get anything from meâŠ..weeks after beatings and torture gave you nothingâŠ.that when you finally did get somethingâŠyou went straight to your superiors hehehheh.â
Ryanâs grin grew and revealed blood running down his mouth over his teeth making him appear like a savage beast.
âYou were so eager to rise above the shit end job you have that you didnât even do the slightest bit of digging.â Ryan squirmed in his bindings to better see Gaul. âSure, all the information on the surface matched upâŠNames of officers, flight plan, manifest, even the damn coloring of the ship was all the sameâŠâŠand yetâŠ.â
Ryan looked directly at Gaul now and though his eyes were still bloodied Gaul could see the smug look of satisfaction in them.
âWhat was meant to be a weapons transportâŠ..was nothing more than a cruise linerâŠfull of innocent, non-combativeâŠ.human citizensâŠ..â
Ryanâs chuckling burst into roaring mocking laughter. Despite his body being nearly entirely broken Ryan could not help but feel his body swell with joy was his plan, months in preparation, had finally come full circle.
Gaul struck Ryan once more in the stomach and though he coughed blood again he continued his maniacal laughter.
âWhat monster are you?â Gaul shouted, striking Ryan again with his fist. âWhat sort of madman turns on his own people!?â
It took a few seconds but Ryanâs laughter finally died down and he looked at Gaul again, his bloody grin still full as ever.
âYou know my people are famed for going to war, yes?â Gaul looked at him inquisitively and Ryan continued.
âWe love a good fight, but we always want it framed like we were the ones drawn into the conflictâŠ.always the ones who were attackedâŠâ
âSo what better way than to have a few thousand of our own defenseless citizens brutally murdered by the barbarians at the gate?â
There was a long silence that followed. Gaul took several steps back as if struck by the horrifying implications his prisoners statement had.
âMy job was to get the combra government to draw humanity into their war and you helped me do it spectacularly!
"By now news of your attack is circulating around the entirety of human space.â
Ryan strained against his bonds but he leaned forward as far as he could and triumphantly glared at his torturer.
âEvery news broadcast, every terminal page, every data burst sent between planets will be all about how the war like Combra attacked a human cruise liner and murdered everyone onboard!â
âBy the end of the week hundreds of capital ships will be assembled and millions of soldiers ready to crush your pathetic empire into the ashes of the worlds you burned!â
Ryanâs gaze was not that of a madman, lost in the ecstasy of his achievement.
âDonât you see?! Youâve just destroyed your own people!!!â
Roaring laughter once more filled the room as Ryan enjoyed his final victory.
He enjoyed it long enough to feel Gaulâs fist smash into his face with such force that in spun his head so rapidly he snapped his neck from the blow.
The laughter died away and was replaced with the deep gasps of air by Gaul.
He was mad Gaul thought, slowly trying to calm himself down as he left the room; blood droplets continuing to fall from his fists and leaving a gruesome trail behind him.
There was no way humanity could ever defeat the Combra empireâŠ.. (To see what happens after this story please see Humans are weird: War is the Death of Honor https://niqhtlord01.tumblr.com/post/185604083511/humans-are-weird-war-is-the-death-of-honor )
Humans are Weird: Pack Mentality
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The shift bell screeched across the construction yard and one by one the workers began filing out.
Florp was high up on the five story metal frame when the bell rang out. He had been welding two beams together at the time and had just finished his final weld.
His species were known as Zepoids and were a jellyfish like creature with no eyes, mouth, or other orifice to speak. One might might even be forgiven for mistake them for a large pile of jello upon first contact. Yet the Zepoids were fully sentient and could alter their body structure to fit any shape needed, even going so far to grow several different arms capable of the most delicate of touch or, in Florpâs case, strong enough to hold on to a raw structural beam without slipping.
Carefully deactivating his welding torch and putting it inside his jelly like body, Florp detached from the beam and fell several stories to the ground of the construction site with a loud âFoop!â. The benefit of being a jelly creature lacking any bones was not lost on Florp and he was often picked to handle jobs more often considered hazardous to his fellow workers.
Rolling along the hard surface to the toolshed Florp popped out his welding torch and then left for the exit along with the rest of the workers.
Most of the workers had gotten used to Florp working with them and werenât scared or uneased by the goo like creature rolling around and over time Florp had made some companions, though the human word for it was âFir-en-sdsâ. Â One of them just happened to walk next to Florp after they left the yard.
âWeâre going to head over to the Drunkards Gallows for a few beers,â Ronan said as he walked alongside Florp, âwant to join us?â
Lacking any form of muscle to help produce sound Zepoids never needed to communicate using sounds until after their discovery and inclusion into the galactic community. To compensate for this they had learned how to control their bodies mass and inhale air before forming specific openings and exhaling. As the air left through these openings it would generate specific sounds which Zepoids could use to form words if altering the shape in rapid succession.
âYeeeeesh.â Florp spoke through his wind tubes.
Ronan smiled and turned to some other workers who had been following.
âFlorpâs in.â he said and they smiled and nodded.
âââââââââââââ
The bar was packed tonight but the group was able to find a table near the back. Alongside Ronan and Florp were Jack, Paul, and Moxford; though everyone just called him Moxy. Â
Florp did not understand the concept of socializing as his existence had never been dependent upon the interactions of others. Yet as he had interreacted with humans more and more he had realized that it seemed highly dependent for them to survive. Over time Florp had adapted this mindset as well oddly enough as he seemed to enjoy his time in the company of others than alone.
He had joined his fellow workers on such outings before often to the same bar and found himself in his usual stool; occasionally reaching out with a goo tentacle and grab several peanuts from the bowl and let them be dissolved slowly in his body.
It was in one such instance when some passers by bumped into Florpâs stool and knocked it over throwing him to the ground. He landed on the floor of the bar and splashed out like a water balloon from the impact. Some of the other patrons who had bumped into him then stepped on Florp while he was on the floor and slipped, throwing them to the floor as well.
One of them tried to right themselves by bracing their hand to the floor, but to do so had put their hand straight through Florpâs body that was still dissolving peanuts.
âFucking shit!â The patron cried as they felt the skin of their hand slowly start dissolving. Â They pulled back their hand and cradled it as their friends came over to see what happened. One of them pointed to Florp who was slowly regaining his blob like form.
âThat alien freak just attacked us!â
The others of their group sounded off as well.
âWhyâd they even let that freak in here?â
âGo back to your shithole you piece of shit!â
âThe fuck you thinking hurting our friend?!â
Florp was taking in all of these questions at once and was trying to respond when he felt a bottle thrown against him. One of the group had picked up a nearby beer and chucked it at him while he was still on the ground. The bottle impacted Florp but then became stuck in his body as if it had been thrown into a mound of snow.
Before another bottle was thrown Moxy was beside Florp and shoving the harassers back.
âThe fuck do you think youâre doing to my friend?â
Moxy was now standing between Florp and he reached down and pulled out the beer bottle that was still stuck in Florpâs body.
âYouâre alien freak burned my hand!â The harasser held up his hand to show a thin layer of his skin had dissolved.
âThen maybe you should watch were youâre going.â Ronan said as he joined Moxy while Paul and Jack looked on but kept drinking.
âWho the hell are you?â They pointed to Florp. âThis things owner?â
âHis name is Florp,â Ronan said, âand he is my friend.â
The other group snickered and laughed.
â"Friendsâ he says" one of them chuckled. âI guess when youâve a face that ugly youâd put your dick in anything.â
One of them threw another bottle at Florp but this time Jack was there. He grabbed the bottle mid toss and without beating a stride chucked it right back at the prick who threw it, striking him right in the face sending him toppling to the floor.
Moxy and Ronan looked startled at Jackâs intervention but he just stood their wiping his hands.
âYou mess with one of us you mess with all of us.â
Florp was confused as to what was going on but as the man who had been knocked down got back up to his feet he pointed at Jack and shouted âGet him!â
As they rushed forward Paul put down his drink and calmly grabbed hold of his wooden stool and threw it like a club right into the chest of the first one rushing sending them flying.
Another tackled Jack to their table and they struggled for a moment before the wood broke under them and crashed to the floor. Moxy and Ronan raised their fists and starts swinging left and right while Florp rolled around the floor dodging this foot and that.
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An hour later after dodging the cops the group had broke off down and alleyway and took a breather. They bailed on the fight just as the squad cars rolled up outside and fled out the back door several blocks away.
Florp rolled in front of Ronan and stretched himself high enough to match his height.
âWhyâŠâŠâŠfightâŠâŠthemâŠ.?â He gasped the words out.
Ronan just let a soft smile cross his face as he kept taking deep breathes.
âYouâre one of us mate.â He coughed out before slapping his knee and straightening up. âWhen someone messes with one of us..â
ââŠthey mess with all of us.â Paul finished as he adjusted his grip on Jack who was still dazed from the bottle of gin that struck him.
Florp pondered this and looked over his friends.
âThankâŠyou.â
