I'm @sirjo-esque. I'm also sirjoesque on Instagram, and just Sirjo if you feel like referring to me. I'm 18, and an aspiring design student. Expect all sorts of art on here.
The ask box is open, and I'm always excited to interact with people, however-
Please refrain from interacting if you are looking to cause pain to anyone physically, emotionally, or socially. That is bullying.
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Here are things to know about me in a list format:
Pronouns: She/Her
Sun sign: Virgo
I believe in pineapple pizza.
Writing commissions are open.
I hate dentists and dentistry.
I was writing a play: @the-real-genre
Fandoms you can expect me to interact with include Paris the Musical, Heathers the Musical, Hamilton, EPIC the Musical, the Hatchetverse, The Owl House, and Miraculous Ladybug.
Below the cut are the tags I use for my work, in case you happen to be looking for something particular.
To see everything I have ever contributed anything to #sirjoing
To see random things I say #sirjo says stuff
To see my art #sirjo's silly shapes
To see my writing #scribing-esque (not much of that yet)
To see my asks #sirjo gets asks
To see my singing.. actually wait I don't think I've tagged my singing
this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone
if some people find me annoying and can't stand me because of how i think and act then that means i'm a fully realized human being with my own personality and opinions and free will and not just a reflective surface for other people's desires, which is in fact a good thing despite what people who want you to just be a reflection of their own opinions and desires will tell you, and why being considered "cringe" or whatever doesn't bother me at all
also it's really funny when you're confident enough in yourself to know that people not liking you isn't always a sign that you're the problem. like there's something undeniably hilarious about being aware your mere existence has the power to piss someone off and ruin their day and i recommend embracing it.
It's heartbreaking to think that so many people stepped out hoping their voices would matter, only to end up getting hurt. Behind every protest is a person with dreams, a family waiting for them at home, and a reason they felt they couldn't stay silent anymore. No one deserves to pay that price just for asking to be heard.
A not so brief account of my experience at the Delhi protest on the 20th of July:
CW: violence, police brutality
3 of my friends and I, all of us resident doctors in various disciplines, had made extremely last minute plans to get to the walk that was organised for the 20th. I thankfully have a friend who lives fairly close to Jantar Mantar, and we were able to leave our things at their place while we were at the protest. We had decided to leave our phones at their house-since all of us had been extremely critical of the current government online, as well as in correspondences to our friends and family-and one of my friends carried a burner phone, in order to record the protest.
We reached Jantar Mantar at around 2:00am, fearing that the police may stop people from entering the site later in the day (this was of course what happened), and we milled through the crowd, talking to some of the other protestors at the site. At some point, we realised that the police presence had increased significantly, and the rapid action forces, had also been deputised to "deal" with us. At this point, I honestly still wasn't feeling scared at all. We were surrounded by several like minded people, who were also opposed to the current ruling party. It genuinely felt like we could speak with ease, for the first time in 12 years. We then found out, that the cops had started welding the barricades together. I'll admit that this is when I felt genuine fear. The minute we heard about this happening, the people around me immediately started talking about Jallianwala Bagh. Jallianwala Bagh, for those who don't know about the massacre, was a peaceful site of protest, where a large group of Indians had gathered to protest, during the Indian fight for independence. General Dyer, had then ordered all exits to be sealed, and opened fire on the protestors. A lot of what India faces under this government, feels eerily familiar to what she faced under British colonial rule.
Eventually, some of the protestors were able to push over the barricades, and we were able to start trying to move towards the parliament. That's unfortunately, when the violence began. The cops and RAF, started very indiscriminately lathi charging the crowd. There was no violence from our side. The cops had even parked a truck full of massive rocks, right by the protest site, probably hoping that the protestors would make use of them. In the end, we only have videos of the police themselves, chucking the rocks to make it look like the protest had been violent. And even after getting beaten up, the only responses I saw from the protestors, were pleas to be allowed to continue the march. We saw a lot of young students, face police brutality for the first time, and have to quickly come to the understanding, that the cops were not there to help them.
My friends and I had primarily gone, because we knew the cops would attempt to attack the protestors, and we wanted to provide whatever little medical aid we could. We had reached the site with 6 bags of saline, and at least 50 rolls of gauze, among other supplies. We were completely out by the time we left at night. I saw a lot of scalp and head injuries-it seemed like the wonderful police had gone out of their way to aim at protestors heads. I also saw a concerning number of children who had been injured by them. I counted 6 cases of eardrum rupture, and more bruises and cuts than I could keep track of. It was while I was attending to one of the injured protestors, that I was hit with the lathi for the first time. They saw very clearly, that I was in my doctor's coat, stethoscope in my pocket, and was treating a patient. They still tried to physically assault me. It was my fellow protestors, who immediately came to my defense, and got in between the police and I. This was our reality at the time. The only people we could rely on, were each other. A friend of mine was almost carted off by the police, to be placed under unlawful detention. He, like all of our little group, was only treating the injuries of the protestors. It was only because of the protest, once again, that he was able to escape from their hold, and disappear back into the crowd. My friend who carried his burner phone, had it snatched from his hand, stomped on, and was then asked who was paying him to be there. We were a fair distance away from the tear gas shells, so we didn't experience the effects of the expired canisters the cops threw at the protests who were closer to the parliament. I found out after reaching the airport, that it was the nearby gurudwara and mosque, who were sheltering the protestors, and treating the inflammation inflicted by the tear gas. The same people, the media like to call Khalistanis or Pakistanis, they were the people who stepped up to help the protestors who were getting gassed by the cops.
We did not make it to the parliament, it's true. The delhi police and the RAF, who had all conveniently "lost" their name tags, made sure of it. But honestly, I can't find any sort of disappointment in myself. For the past few years, I have felt so alone, wondering why the people simply accepted the harm this government has inflicted on our country and our communities. But I came to realise that I wasn't alone, and I never had been. There I was, surrounded by people of all ages, who wanted better for this country. And it filled me with a sense of patriotism, that I hadn't felt in so long. These were ordinary people, who had taken leave from their jobs and studies, and were here, right beside me, demanding a better India.
Today I returned to my hospital, and to the outside observer, things may seem to have not changed in the slightest. But something feels different. Maybe I'm being foolish, or overly optimistic. I returned with nothing much to show, but a slightly depleted bank account, and a large bruise on my shoulder, but yesterday felt like an awakening. The people who want to claim that the 20th was the death of democracy, are so incredibly mistaken, because this is just the beginning. Now and forever इंक़लाब ज़िन्दाबाद.
No shame for me like not being able to attend the students' protests recently.
The way the Indian government has been running from accountability and ignoring the future of the country is deplorable.
Peaceful protests should never be met with laathi charges, with expired tear gas, with pellet guns, with stones pelted by the very police force that is meant to protect them, that is hiding their identities by not wearing their nametags or badges.
All the while, mainstream media chooses to ignore the protestors and instead spread blatant propaganda in support of the government. I am so thankful for independent media and protestors who are uploading straight from the protest sites, even with the internet being cut out.
If India is democratic, these protestors shouldn't have to come into harm's way just to open a dialogue with their government.
Student protestors aren't anti nationalists.
Those who subdue the voice of the future of their nation are.
I am so proud of everyone protesting, and am only sad that I have not been able to join you due to my current health condition. It is often easier for us to give up and fall in despair, but you keep our hope alive.
I couldn't get over the overly inaccurate costuming, it was taking me OUT
Other than that, a few of the dialogues didn't sit well with me (not for the modern English, but for the content)
I also promise I mean the "inspired" thing in a wholly positive way!! Odysseus' characterization is pretty different from how he is in the original epic, but the story being told is believable, and it references the texts as much as possible while still getting creative with it
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
heard someone say "who even owns a rolling pin anymore" and my brain froze trying to process it. what does that mean. are u implying rolling pins are outdated technology? did we come up with a shiny new 21st century method of flattening dough of which i remain uninformed? is there now an app on the app store people are using instead??? im losing my mind "who even owns a rolling pin" people who BAKE
I haven't really seen anyone talking about Wick's sexual harassment of Jud. He's making the guy listen to him as he details numerous fictitious masturbation stories. He goes into his fantasies and his positions in the very first confession so I can only assume it escalates from there. and we know that he does this multiple times, (probably often) in a way that means Jud has no way to avoid hearing about them, and also in a way which violates a sacred duty that Jud is bound to AND is a gross power play when Wicks has a senior position over Jud. Like, I know it's an extension of his disgusting power plays but I've seen quite a few posts about the misogyny and not much about that.
