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The authorship of my story belongs to a very silly, very dorky little god

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my favorite moment from my Yellowjackets watching experience was the millisecond it took me to go from "cool show about the horrors of surviving a crisis" to "OI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" after that fuckass man appeared in the mirror

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I have to type this because I cannot believe my own eyes. Viewers actually on humans' side in Avatar.

"who's an Avatar fan haha?" me so here it is: if you manage to watch the movies and be on the side of humans, were you born a bit pale some centuries ago, you would've been a particularly nasty colonizer. But let me explain.

In the first movie (extended cut, highly recommend) we briefly see Jake disgusted by what society has become. He's met with violence, pollution, ableism, sexism, all of it during a short bar tussle scene. His twin, scientist brother dies and as the avatar is too costly to just throw out, they have him on the mission.

In the first movie, there is NO mention of relocating humans. The mission was funded by rich fucks seeking a particular mineral, that happened to be in high concentration under one of the clans ancestral homes, exactly the forest-dwelling Omaticaya.

So what do we have here: money, greed. Urgency? No. Again, extended cut, we learn that the scientists successfully built schools so that they could find a way to teach natives English, they did so RESPECTFULLY, and the clan sent a few youngsters, Neytiri and her sister included. Want to highlight here: THE SCIENTISTS KNEW THE NA'VI LANGUAGE. The whole reason they were compelled to build schools was that the higher ups (rich greedy fucks) would have it easier. As it often goes with research, it's funded by absolute monsters, so you take what you can get and hope the monster doesn't go monstering too much.

So while the researchers were busy trying to understand this planet, the actual funding people were solely interested in the money they could get from a mineral. They wanted the Na'vi to understand English, so they could "diplomatically" ask them to move their ancestral home in order to dig up rocks they ALREADY exhausted on earth. As it was taking too long, they shot up the schools where Neytiri's sister was killed. That's why the Omaticaya don't trust "sky people" already.

In the second movie, we add a bit of spice. It's a time jump, earth is dying, so it's essential they actually colonize the entire fucking planet. Remember when I said the school approach was respectful? Forget it this time. Nature lost, animals annihilated. Useless death, just to build concrete bases. Now I'm all for a cry for help, but if you've managed to kill your planet, the LEAST you can do is actually learn the ways of the healthy planet you're stomping on. We see several humans succeeding, like the researchers. So what's the issue? The issue is that humans are literally a colonizing allegory, demanding that foreign nature and populations bow to them, destroying before they could even try to understand the grass under their feet. Which is what? Who's done that in our history? Nice people I'm sure...

And to make it certain we understand the humans are just poor and desperate oh no, we learn a central part of their mission on Pandora is to MASS MURDER profoundly intelligent, ancient sea creatures to get ANTI-AGE SERUM FROM IT. (I cannot stop repeating this, killing nearly immortal animals with factual familiar bonds to the Metkayina, so they could get. anti-age. serum.)

Does the message need to get any louder? Simpler maybe? Humans killed thousands for a mineral. Humans destroyed ancestral homes for a mineral. Humans demanded that Pandora is served to them on a platter with zero understanding of its profound (and very real) connection to nature. Human killed the equivalent of whales en masse so they could look younger. Humans refused to learn an already enstabilished language. Humans refused to live following the planet's rhythm, destroying what they couldn't understand. Humans refused to acknowledge several, ancient ways of living and opted for violence and forced presence instead.

Still not clicking? Well in that case I'd also recommend reading indigenous literature about what actual, real human colonisation has been. And then maybe ask yourself if this fictional approach is so fictional at all, and ask yourself what would happen were you a bit pale, maybe blond and elegantly funded, a few centuries ago.

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«Curiously, I am not aware of any word in the English language for a particular emotion that every woman to whom I’ve spoken has experienced at least once, but that the men to whom I’ve spoken don’t seem to recognise at all. It is a combination of both sexual disgust and fear – the bone-deep, nauseating feeling of being trapped in proximity to a horny man who repulses you. Being groped in a crowd, or leered at while travelling alone, or propositioned a little too forcefully in a bar – all of these situations can provoke this horrible emotion. It is an emotion that women in the sex industry are forced to repress. In fact, as the prostitution survivor Rachel Moran has written, the ability not to cry or vomit in response to sexual fear and disgust is one of the essential ‘skills’ demanded by the industry.»

— The Case Against the Sexual Revolution by Louise Perry, referring to Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution by Rachel Moran

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me, reading The Invisible Life Of Addie Larue at 21: no way I'd ever accept that deal. What a shitty life. I would've caved in after two years max

me, 24, trying my best to live like a hermit: oh

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I wish I could delude myself into really believing that once I die I'll become this incorporeal, fumy thing that gets to experience the world in a slow pace but unburdened by most things living. If I really believed that I'd do it in a second

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what do you do when nothing works? I've tried a few different jobs. I've studied. I've been in a relationship. On meds, to a psychologist, to a psychiatrist. I've travelled and I've made myself hang out with people.

And still, I only want to die. Actually I want to lie in my bed and do nothing. But it's virtually impossible so the next similar thing is dying.

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Musings of a past birthday

for years my birthday was like customer service. There were never surprise parties, nor gifts ruminated on, acts of wanton kidness. My birthday was an eventuality and I, its manager. My parents started this, after I was old enough to want anything but plushies and toys. My job consisted in providing a list of wanted objects and maybe a cheap place to dine out. My parents' job was to provide with a strained smile. Customer service.

At first it was exhilarating. I asked for pricey stuff, not too expensive of course, but eccentric. I asked to try all these restaurants. In a neglected child's fantasy, this is gold, I'm aware. But I soon realised that the reason I was yearly given this boon is that they simply couldn't be bothered to celebrate me. It was the fancy leftovers thrown to an otherwise hungry dog. It was a shortcut to love.

On my 23rd birthday I rebelled against this tradition. After all, I wasn't allowed the same standard. I was called to find thoughtful gifts, and if I got it wrong, they'd let me know. So what I asked for was a surprise. They threw a tantrum but agreed in the end. Nothing worse than being caught in a one-too-clear hypocrisy, right?

My mother's abuse was always quiet. Apathetic. It was a bystander's passive prayer, the indirect damage, the lack of protection. But she knew me, or used to anyway. She bought me a hydro flask because the one I'd used for three years finally broke and I brought it with me everywhere.

My father's abuse was debilitating. Scorching hot rivers of anger, belittlement, lies and double-standards. It was the kind of abuse that undoes a person. He always took pride in knowing me, but he really didn't. He got me a small crystal trinket in the shape of a teddy bear, that also cost him quite a lot.

Who got it right? I think it's easy to tell.

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to be honest I'm so fucking tired of being a woman in this climate and having to pretend that I give a fuck about any gender role. Having guys trying to make "philosophical" conversation about the wickedness of the woman who wants a paid drink, and I nod but I'm thinking that my family cannot process grief healthily and my grandparents are growing very old. And sure it's a shitty thing to approach a person just so that they can buy you something. I'd like to be the travelling and the adventurous youth but I was raised in a country, in a household where you don't get to disappear, you have to become the crutch. I look fat and hairy and tired, and that's a tragedy. Sometimes I go to work, and I read the easiest sentences, and I cannot comprehend them; I'm afraid all these responsibilities are gonna make me lose myself entirerly, that one day I'm just gonna pass out and that nobody will be there to catch me, because the people who are supposed to love me to death find it offensive that I could ever suffer while young. Sure, tell me your calculations about shoe type/having an OF ratio. That flat women in videogames are ruining a generation. Tell me how lonely you fucking are, and tell me that my loneliness is not feminine enough for you to care.

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white lotus S3 + s*icide idealisation do NOT make a good match holy shit

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"I'm a mosaic of everyone I've ever loved" I say while forcibly and gruesomely cutting off each and every tile

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the moment they stop reassuring you, when you cry. when they don't even come through the door. and they used to be so sad when you cried, and they would stroke your hair and talk it out. but you never stopped crying, and they stopped coming into the room. and they might not say it, or sometimes they say it, that you've become a burden. you're annoying. you're a bother. and that makes you crying ever harder. but there's no one to stroke your hair now.

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I've finally convinced myself to read Life and Death in its entirety- there's a lot to be said, but why is Jessica's genderbent persona the literal devil? Okay she was originally made to be this superficial girl by stereotypical standards...but "Jeremy"? I don't remember the convo to the detail but after ravioli night, Jessica was like omg did you kiss Edward, Bella said no, and she was like meh that's not a saucy outcome

BUT JEREMY? He goes, did you fuck her? No? Are you insane? Well she's gonna be bored of you very soon and I'm gonna fuck her then. Like???? Jessica is annoying but Jeremy is a villain, fuck. That's NOT a parallel Stephenie 😭

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second year in a row dapper queer people with insane lyrical power manage to defeat the evil one in the bunch, we must maintain this quota

jokes aside, congratulations to Austria, amazing song

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I think a lot of what pro-AI people are really wanting is stuff that already exists but they don't know it's out there like

can't format a work email? templates

don't know how to write a resume? templates

writing a thank you card or a condolences card or a wedding invitation? templates templates templates

not sure how to format your citations in MLA or whatever format? citationmachine.net

summary of something you're reading for school/work? cliffnotes.com

recipe based on ingredients in your fridge? whatsintherefrigerator.com

there's a million more like, guys, we don't need AI, we never needed generative AI

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Ok hear me out though, dating the vessel of a eldritch horror, finding out, and also start dating the eldritch horror

like your partner will go to kiss you but instead of tongue its a writhing tentacle oozing ichor, you look in their eyes and see a lulling sea of madness, only to realize its your partners boss

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I've been binge-watching Yellowjackets, started it after reading a "cannibal girlfriends ❤️" post, so I kinda knew what I was getting into. What I was NOT expecting is the sheer amount of paranormal shit going on??? I'm starting to have a crush on that eyeless twink fr