im saying this as a lesbian who has comfort male characters we need to eradicate the idea that every single lesbian looooves fictional men or has a fictional man they would let hit or whatever it feels very gross and rapey but you ppl r trying to disguise it on a more unserious level like well no many dykes just want all men fictional or real dead and that’s beautiful so everyone Fuck Off
the way that white boys get completely brain washed by their media catering to them to the point that they act incredulous to artistic depictions of people with multiple marginalizations is so revealing. like laughing at art of a black nonbinary person in a wheelchair as if people fitting that description dont exist irl because they've been so pandered to by their video games, I dont think they even realize how much they're telling on themselves
The person who wrote this has almost certainly never been to Japan- if they had, they would know that Japanese restaurants also offer table appetizers in many contexts. Some of them? Mexican restaurants. You can get free tortilla chips when you eat Mexican food in Tokyo Osaka Kobe Kyoto and rural HIMEJI for fuck’s sake. Those are just places where I’ve personally had free tortilla chips in Japan.
This is chat gpt trash prompted to “sound Japanese” and it’s based off of racist old movie dialogue. There’s zero correlation here to Japanese grammar and how Japanese translates into English or how a native speaker of Japan uses English. It’s slop. It’s racist ai slop rehashing Western exceptionalism, fantasizing about a Japanese person being in awe of how great the USA is. It’s depressing that people fell for this. I know it feels good to think that other people like us, and sometimes they do, but this only works if you assume Japanese people have extremely limited experience and worldview. It’s mortifying.
If someone other than me would push back against this propaganda, it would be nice.
What is it with Pride events and ableist micro aggressions?
There’s been so many but my main ask would be for people to please stop sticking random stickers on my wheelchair tray without asking (or worse, asking and doing it anyway even when I said no). I am exhausted and now I have to buy rubbing alcohol to get them off.
⋆ brock samson x reader - devastation, dedication, and self-discovery - mentions of blood/injury ⋆
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God, the blood. There was so much blood. Enough to make Brock grimace as he carried his partner's unconscious body.
“Chin up, soldier.” Brock holds you close, the rest of the Venture family running behind him. “We're almost there.” He fumbles the keys to Adrienne out of his wrangler cut jeans. “Hang on just a little longer. Stay with me.”
There's an almost pleading sound in his voice, the gruffness of his tone softening. He needed you to stay.
Brock needed you.
Silent and stoic. That's how people usually saw him. He wasn't as stoic now that you're unconscious in his arms.
In the reflection of Adrienne's soot tinted windows, he can see the anguish etched onto his face as he fumbled with the key to the door.
The car ride home was quiet. Unusually quiet.
Not even Hank was talking about how crazy the villain of the week was. The inanimate hum of the car as it drove was the only form of sound on the trip back to the compound. Your unconscious body taunts him from the back seat, resting against Dean, visibly shaken by the day's events.
Rusty's complaints about how messy he was today drone out and blended into the noisy static of his mind. Brock was a man with morals. Strong morals that he kept bound to him like ties. They kept him to the ground.
Something in him snapped when he saw the first droplets of blood on your cheek.
No cowboy speech could save what words Brock had to say. He hesitated to smoke with you in the room, but he needed the numbing feeling of nicotine in his veins to keep himself together.
“You did what you could.” Dean says, noticing the way Brock clenched his fists. “I can't believe that guy just..” His voice dies out as he looks at you, unable to find the words in his throat.
“Stay here.” Brock almost warns Dean, but he knows that the boy would listen without question. After what they've been through, it wasn't like he could go anywhere anyway. They were really being put through the wringer now. If not physically, then mentally.
“Can't believe that asshole did that, Doc. We were on vacation, for Christ's sake.” Brock flicks his lighter, igniting the flame to start burning the tip of his cigarette. He lets his shoulders fall back and lets himself lean against the wall.
Rusty extends his wrist in a circling motion, his eyes rolling. “I know, right? We didn't get to try that couscous my brother was raving about.” The lenses of his glasses catch in the medbay lights. Brock knew Rusty was in the business long enough to grow used to the chaos of it all, but it felt wrong, hearing how dismissive the man was towards your current state.
If only Brock could articulate the words to say, his fingers tightening on the cigarette he held wedged in between his ring and pointer finger. He was good when he had adrenaline rushing through his veins. He was good when there was a job to be done.
Brock was also good at getting people grounded.
“One of your most loyal employees is barely hanging onto life, and you're worried about couscous and some one-sided rivalry you have with your brother?”
Those words leaving Brock's mouth and the smoke coming from his nose like a bull is what shuts Rusty up. It makes him lower his arms to his sides and straighten his back and non-existent tie on his speedsuit.
“Why don't you go back and check in on them then?" Rusty leans in. “Mister I-suddenly-care-about-my-coworkers.” With each hyphenated word, he turns his chin from side to side like one of those Rusty Venture bobbleheads he kept in his junk drawer just in case good company came over.
After getting no other reaction from Brock, Rusty turns on his heel out of embarrassment.
“Tough crowd.” He mutters loudly on purpose, kicking away at the floor with the tip of his shoe.
Brock snubs out his cigarette. He walks a couple feet out of the medbay to flick the unfinished stick into the trash. His fried nerves made him unable to finish a single stick. He sighs, fixing the collar of his jacket as the automatic doors open.
“I'm just making sure they're okay.” He tells himself, smoothing his hand over the bridge of his nose, stuffing them into his jacket pockets, his fists unknowingly clenched.
How much longer can he tell himself that?
How much longer can he bury his feelings down like that house he grew up in? In Nebraska?
“We aren't meant for a normal life.” Brock says quietly, lowering his tone as he sits hunched over in an uncomfortable hospital chair that bit into his ass. You're staring up at the ceiling as you process his words. He's wondering how many nights he'll have to endure in this chair to make sure you're alright and fully recovered.
“We can try.”
He paused, considering your words. “We can try?” he echoes, unsure of the sudden rush of emotions entering his chest. Brock pats himself down, stopping right at his heart.
“We can, Brock. There's still time. Just you and me.”
By the moment he comes to realize the declaration of your words, he's suddenly aware of your hand finding its way into his. Purposefully.
Your hand didn't drift. It found him. Right at the edge of your hospital bed. Your fingers are supported by his knuckles. Intertwined.
yk guys I think a lot of ppl when arguing against the death penalty go for a like "people don't deserve death, etc" view and I get why ppl argue for that I rly do! but it doesn't matter. I don't trust the government to do it, I don't trust them to decide who should die, I don't trust them to determine who is mentally competent, I don't trust them to not be bigoted and discriminatory in their practices, I don't trust them to have the right people, I don't trust them to execute it in a humanitarian way. and I've had discussions with ppl who otherwise have similar viewpoints to me in many ways but can think of people they think deserve to die, and I think if abolishing the death penalty is like, a super important cause to u the same way it is to me, the argument u use shouldn't be "well these people deserve to live" (although in some cases I think yeah the death penalty is done to people who totally don't "deserve it") because that's so subjective, it should be "do you trust the government to do it?" like, do you trust the people who cant even fill potholes on your road to determine who should and should not live
i understand that it's unreasonable to expect a band on world tour to play in every country in the world but i do think they should only be allowed to call it a world tour if they play in every continent. we need to make it embarrassing to say world tour and then not even step foot in africa
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Feminine men existed and were part of the queer community long before people built an entire identity around a transmisogynistic slur. Having a problem with a culture based around the degendering fetishization of trans woman isn't "increasing binary expression".
If people had chosen shemale, trap or ladyboy instead of femboy as their new label I'd be arguing against those instead. Hell, tme people do call themselves traps, which is extra disgusting considering what that word implies.
Put on a fucking dress. Grow your hair out. Wear eyeliner, it looks great on everyone. I encourage it. Gender is a scam invented by bathroom sign companies.
But stop building an identity off fetishization of me and stop acting like I'm the problem for being upset by it.
I keep getting ragebaited by posts on trans guy subreddits after I click into them once for advice on a specific issue, because my phone sends me a push notification about popular or controversial posts afterwards. So many of the posts shared to me are of trans guys complaining about trans women, or complaining about a real issue they face but insisting trans women don't have it as bad in the post where it's completely irrelevant (and untrue anyway!)
Fuck every single one of you whose misogyny takes priority over solidarity with our trans sisters.
Whenever someone from another country tells me there's no racism where they're from, I know that means they just aren't around the people who are experiencing the racism. It's there.
Always white people from countries with extremely homogenous white populations saying this to me, too.
Decriminalizing sex work isn't a fix-all. It's not intended to be. What decrim does is protect sex workers from the harms of criminalization specifically. Poverty and violent clients won't disappear because of decrim, and their continued existence doesn't mean decrim fails.
When you tell me there are still young teens getting into sex work in countries like New Zealand that have full decriminalization, that's not an argument that decriminalization is bad! Those teens would be selling sex under the Nordic Model too!
What teens in these circumstances need is typically money, because poverty is the major driving force behind prostitution among youth. In other cases they need information about where to report abuse from their schooling. No legal model around sex work will put an end to poverty or targeted sexual abuse for profit, because this is a much larger issue.
What full decriminalization can do is reduce harm against sex workers whilst we work on ending poverty and patriarchy.