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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and we’d really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ‘no’ and ‘OTP’ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one person’s kink may be another person’s squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And That’s Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A “live and let live” philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesn’t want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creator’s.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individual’s personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what they’re designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanlore’s relevant pages)
bring the healthy fun back to fandom!
If ever a time comes when I don’t reblog this when it appears on my dash, assume I’m dead
As always, here are more textposts. Mostly Hunk edition.
Something about how fast the night changes
Nobody has ever accused the Holt siblings of acting like twins.
If Pidge is cold rationality, Matt is warm curiosity. From a young age, every game they’d play would go similarly: Pidge learning eagerly from Matt as he crafted some brilliant story, a winding, tragic, and humorous tale that always ended with them saving the day. Whether they were knights or superheroes, the end refrain would always be the same.
“See, Pidgey? Holts always win!”
As much as she rolled her eyes or shoved him away, there was no person on all of Earth that Pidge loved more than her brother. In fact, the more people she met, the more she was certain that he was always going to be her best friend. Matt was the person who hugged her tight after their mom lectured her. Matt was the person who brought her laughter between advanced exams and classes. Matt was the person who brought her coffee when she stayed up frantically filling out the Garrison application.
“You’ll get in, Pidge. Holts always win.”
Even when her logic bordered on callousness, he never once doubted her desire to make the world better. He saw her in a way none of her teachers or peers even tried. Matt balanced Pidge; he was pure sunshine, thawing her icy edges.
Then, he was taken. The dark, subzero reaches of space reached out with shadowy claws and tugged him into a void beyond her eyeline. Just as she was about to catch up to him.
Pidge could have broken down. She could’ve sank to her knees and cried, shaking as her mother sobbed the next room over. It was well within her rights to despair.
Instead, she laid out the facts. Matt was gone. Pidge was still smart. If anyone could find him, it would surely be her, and not because she thought she was better than the Garrison— no, she just cared more. The most.
That was her secret, and one no one would suspect of robotic, unemotional, brainiac Katie.
Placing Matt’s glasses over her eyes left a bitter and ironic feeling in her chest. It felt like a cheat code, trying to become more like her brother and still falling short, even with shorter hair. She looked away from her reflection quickly, expression flat.
Pidge would never be as good as Matt, but she could be good enough to save him.
Space did not just claim her brother. As Pidge would learn over the coming years with Voltron, the darkest reaches of the universe claimed all. Families, friendships, planets and communities, none were safe in the eyes of the Galra. At the young age of 15, Pidge would discover terrible things. Unspeakable horrors. Her visions cried in bloody tears, her memories whispered in broken hisses, the sound of shattering chased at her heels. Despite it all, Pidge pushed forward. She shoved blinders over her eyes, stayed her course, and determinedly hunted for breadcrumbs.
Then, her trail ran dry. Or, rather, emerged in front of something worse than silence, than not-knowing.
How could a scrap of metal ever seek to capture the essence of Matt Holt?
Alone, yet surrounded by strangers’ names, in a planet so far from all he loved. No sunshine smoothed out the harsh lines and blinking lights. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Pidge was the one who was sharp, unfeeling, and distant. Pidge was the one who committed awful crimes, supposedly for the universe, but in reality, for her own selfish reasons. She was the one meant to end up as a headstone in a field of headstones, a name in a sea of names, a warning and a forgotten memory. Matt was meant for open fields and flowers and beautiful, cloudless days.
This image did not fit with her reality.
“Holts always win.”
But Pidge was so, so tired.
Head bowed in her hands, eyes watering with foreign tears, Pidge opened her mouth and let out an unrestrained scream.
Me, sketching kerberos shatt: They should've been at the club 😔
More project cosmic dust text posts, today's victims: Pidge and Matt
he’s so baby girl
i was also thinking about how sensual the snow was, how suggestive the curves of the snowbanks appeared, their softness
you have the right to be that person who's reminding people of intersex people, trans men, and nonbinary people, especially when it comes to things like reproductive rights. there's a lot of casual erasure from cis people who talk about these things, and it shouldn't be acceptable; I think these people's reactions to being inclusive of intersex people, nonbinary people, and trans men shows just how important the fight for inclusive language is. we can't let them pretend we don't exist.
very true, and strongly cosigned!
and given the importance of careful and inclusive language, i think it's worth adding that reproductive rights include more than just the right to decide if and when you get pregnant; transfems without uteruses can still be subject to eg coercive sterilization, and deserve to be remembered and included when we discuss reproductive injustice.
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happy peaches day to all that celebrate
I am about going to gripe about something that's been really annoying me lately.
First let me start with a disclaimer that I am speaking generally here. Of course both the U.S. and Europe are both massive and diverse places containing hundreds of millions of people, and a lot of regional differences. Neither the U.S. or Europe are a monolith (although a lot of people on the internet speak of both places as a monolith, which I wish people would stop doing, since neither are).
I could be wrong about this, since I don't live in the U.S., and haven't visited everywhere in Europe. But between where I have visited in the U.S., and where I have visited / lived in Europe, and from what I know from my friends in the U.S. and friends in other European countries, I get the feeling that overall the U.S. has stricter disability access laws than a lot of places in Europe do, especially in regard to building codes.
Of course there are exceptions, I know New York city is abhorrently hostile in its design towards anyone elderly and/or disabled. Although when I visited New York city it really just felt on par with a lot of major European cities with how abhorrently inaccessible it was.
One example of this is that recently I saw a Reddit discussion where a USAmerican vacationing in France was surprised at how many staircases didn't have handrails, because according to this man handrails are required by law in the U.S.
The comments were all Europeans having an absolute field day with this. Pretty much all of the comments were some variation of "I can't believe Americans are too stupid and lazy to use the stairs without a handrail 🤣🤣🤣 what's wrong with you fat lazy stupid Americans that you can't even use stairs without a handrail 🤣🤣🤣 thank GOD I was born in Europe where I was just taught how to walk up and down the stairs on my own and don't need a handrail like a lazy fat stupid American 🤣🤣🤣"
A few people tried to gently point out that this was about accessibility for elderly and disabled people, and it's not cool to laugh at building codes that are about accessibility, but those commenters were usually shut down with some variation of "yeah well in MY European country if someone is disabled or becomes elderly we either move to a more accessible building or we modify our home to be more accessible, we don't sit around whining like a bunch of Americans that our building isn't already accessible 🙄"
Which is, such a cruel way to talk about accessibility. Why wouldn't disabled and elderly people deserve the same access to a building as anyone else? Are elderly and disabled people not allowed to visit friends and family? Anyone could get hit by a car today, and after that struggle with going up and down stairs without the use of a handrail for the next several months, years, possibly the rest of your life. It's so easy to feel smug when you can easily trot up and down the stairs without a handrail, but so cruel to be unwilling to consider anyone who struggles with stairs should maybe be allowed access to the same places as you.
Honestly when I go on vacation abroad with my elderly + disabled mother, it's often easier to go to the U.S. with her than other places in Europe, because the U.S. does tend to be more accessible (in my experience, and except for New York city ofc) making going around to different public places with my mom generally a lot easier than somewhere like France or the Netherlands.
Out of all the things you could clown on the U.S. about, why you gotta go for accessibility of all things? It's disgustingly ableist and ageist, and I have to wonder if these people actually just hate disabled people / accessible design, and are using the U.S. as an excuse to hate on disabled people and accessible design.
I’m a Canadian. Our disability access is probably better than much of Europe (although I haven’t visited a lot of different European countries). But it’s definitely worse than the USA.
The USA has something called the Americans With Disabilites Act (ADA), and apparently it works fairly well. An American in my WhatsApp group went to a figure skating championship in Toronto a while back and was stunned that the arena didn’t have wheelchair access for spectators. Because an American arena would have.
Not everything about the USA is awful. Not everything about Canada and Europe is great.
Also, I live in Vancouver. We didn’t have a subway system until 1986, that’s when the Skytrain was finally built. Several of the Skytrain stations were originally built with no elevators. People with wheelchairs were expected to enter or exit the system at a different station that did have wheelchair access. In 1986.
The system wasn’t built in 1896 or 1926, when wheelchairs were a newfangled idea. It was built in 1986. British Columbian Rick Hansen’s Man In Motion world wheelchair tour started in 1985 (in Vancouver).
Or well, the Skytrain was opened in 1986. Let’s say the plans for it were finalized by 1983, since it would’ve taken a few years to build. In 1983, there was already a substantial disability rights movement in Canada, but several Skytrain stations didn’t have elevators anyway, presumably because it was cheaper.
Naturally, it eventually became politically unacceptable to make wheelchair users (and people with strollers, and people with canes or walkers, and people with suitcases) skip a station because they hadn’t bothered to put an elevator in that station.
So those stations had to be retrofitted at vast expense to make them wheelchair-accessible. It probably would’ve been cheaper to just build them accessible from the start, in retrospect. But we didn’t have a Made In Canada version of the ADA, so it didn’t happen.
Also, wheelchair accessibility does not only help wheelchair users. It also helps people with babies or toddlers in strollers, people using walkers, crutches, or canes, travellers with heavy suitcases, elderly people, etc, etc. I take the Skytrain several days a week, and I see all those people taking the elevator instead of the stairs or escalators.
Rick Hansen - Wikipedia
You know I'm really not used to being grateful to live in the US especially now but uh. Huh. Jesus fucking christ.
Also, bluntly, clowning on the USA for having comparatively good disability rights is spitting in the face of all of the disabled activists who made that happen. The USA didn’t just wake up with the ADA one day, and we sure as fuck didn’t just up and decide to enact it become so many of our non-disabled citizens were lazy and fat.
The fight for the ADA was long, and bitter, and every single line of it is thanks to decades tireless activism work. Evangelical religious groups widely opposed the ADA because they believed that disability (and especially particularly disabling conditions, such as being HIV+) was God’s will, and wanted disabled people to be reliant on (religious) charity. Most large corporations and business interest groups opposed the ADA, because complying with accessibility requirements might hurt their bottom line. The US Chamber of Commerce came out swinging against it. The National Federation of Independent Business called it "a disaster for small business" and fear-mongered about it shutting down mom & pop shops and throwing hard-working American out of work. Greyhound Bus Lines literally testified before Congress that they were ~so concerned~ about the costs of requiring disability accommodations that they believed that passing the ADA would be tantamount to denying all rural people access to any buses, because apparently having to install a few fold-out ramps and fold-up seats would instantly bankrupt every extant bus company.
The bill was trapped in limbo for months. It looked hopeless. A lot of people thought it couldn’t happen – that the lobbies against disability rights and the disabled were simply too strong.
And in response, hundreds of disabled protesters showed up in Washington, DC and crawled up the steps of the Capitol.
Meet the protesters who crawled their way into history—and changed how all Americans live.
How dare anyone call the USA “lazy” for our disability rights laws. We had second graders with cerebral palsy drag themselves up 100 stone steps in order to win those rights. Get the word out “lazy” out of your fucking mouthes.
Most of the pictures I have seen of the Capitol Crawl Protest are in black and white, which is bizarre because it happened in 1990. Here's a couple pics in full colour.
*twirls around in current interest*
agreed.
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Don't rush to work / Don't be late for lunch 上班别急 / 午饭可别迟到了
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I don't know whether or not this is true, but I'm reblogging this because we live in a world where the third search result when I tried researching the validity of this information was a link to an article about a weight loss product.
The second search result had included the slur "ob*se" in the title of the article.
There are seriously people who tell me fat people aren't oppressed. Meanwhile, trying to find information about how to keep a fat person from drying in a car crash is met with links to products that make dirty money off of how society views my body.
I immediately gave up trying to research this.
The tiktok is correct. Basically it's about arranging your belt so it there is an accident the pressure is in your strongest bones.
"Seatbelt should be across your hips rather than your stomach for everyone, but i think it's more common for fat people to wear seatbelts over the stomach
Pelvic bones are strong and sturdy, and you're going to be MUCH less likely to injure internal organs and such when you suddenly slam into a nylon belt"
Text and photos by @thejacespace
I wanted to put both of these reblogs in one reblog chain since this is helpful information. Thank you both for giving more information than fatphobic Google did.
Thanks to everyone who worked on verifying this information.
I hate cigarettes so much I hate that smoking is becoming cool again I hate that we're becoming contrarian hipsters about this disgusting habit that has literally killed so many people and destroyed so many lives I'm so serious we need to become absolute killjoys about this again it's time to go 90s scolds on cigarettes until the scourge is wiped out entirely.
Genuinely I just don't think people younger than 35 know how good they have it. I distinctly remember the year in my childhood that it became illegal to smoke in restaurants, I remember what it was like when people used to smoke indoors everywhere, you all think it's cool because it's this illicit fun thing people are doing drunk outside bars now, you don't remember what it was like when fucking everything reeked all the time and you couldn't get away from it and how life changing it was when you could suddenly go out to eat and everything didn't taste like ash and all your clothes and hair didn't stink for days when you got home.