#ranted

[neteyamslovrr]

all my stuff is flopping so hard i love writing but its so unmotivating to see not many ppl loving my work 😔 (but loving it on wattpad where my work was posted without asking 😠)

but being said everyone who interacts everytime i post (i see u @koolaidmanscaresme ) i love u all so much and u make my heart soar 😚😚😚

[cosmere-cosmeme]

Wax: I can’t believe you live nearby and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Ranette: You people already know too much about me.

Wax: I know exactly three facts about you and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

[peachhoneii]

Oh god, I’d hate to hear how that guy feels about bi people after claiming a lesbian who just finds some innocent ships to be cute “has issues” ugh, smh.

Y’all know bisexuals get no rights. They’re just straights in disguise.

(That is sarcasm. I do not believe that. At all. But I know people, even those belonging in LGBT communities believe this. The B is there or a reason.)

What boggles me is people support this?

You decry racism and homophobia and that’s all good, but then you pull crap like this by dismissing an open lesbian for shipping a m/f ship?

You’re creating more division. You’re punishing someone else for not disliking what you dislike? How is that support? How is that right, and how can people sit back and encourage this?

Also, the response reeked with sexism. It’s so fucking dismissive. People are applauding this crap. I don’t understand it.

What is going on where you can justify the treatment of another person all in the name of a fictional ship? About ducks? A fiction duck ship. Pissing on them isn’t going to make the problem go away. I understand it could be that you hate what their ship represents, but for fuck’s sake, it’s a ship about ducks.

I am black. I have loved Disney for as long as I’ve had a television in my life, so my entire life pretty much. 

The majority of the Disney Ducks are white.

It’s like spotting a gosh damn unicorn in the Disney Universe, and the first time I see a black Disney Duck in Duck the Halls?

It’s a freaking racial stereotype with a gold chain and boom box. 

What kinda shit is that...but I shrugged. I laughed and shrugged, “These mofos really did put a dang black hip hop duck in this show?”

They did.

DT17 has improved. It’s still pretty white, but it’s improved. I’ll take what I can get. Fenton. M’Ma. Gandra. Zan. (No one’s complaining about how white everything is, but this isn’t the place or time.)

On Zan, she is the black coded bird character. I will defend that to my last breath. She is meant to be black, just as Fenton is Cuban. She isn’t shipped with a lot of people, and I understand. She hasn’t had any meaningful interactions. I love her. Her interactions with Glomgold is freaking hilarious, and I am hoping she’s going to get something more out of The Richest Duck in the World.

But I digress...let me ask this, if you ship a white ship, doesn’t matter sexuality, does that mean you don’t like black people? Am I self-hating black woman? 

(Hell to the fucking no, and don’t you even think to come at me with that.)

Point is, it’s a problem with the industry. We should criticize it. We should piss them off, and I’ll admit there’s homophobia and racism in fandom circles. The latter isn’t as discussed as the former, but again, not the place or time.

Homophobia should be addressed and confronted. It should, absolutely, but claiming a lesbian drawing m/f ships is homophobic (and has something wrong with her????) how the fuck is that fighting homophobia?

The shit being pulled in this fandom? DuckTales 2017? Right now? It isn’t called for. It’s bonkers.

Bonkers...pun intended.

[hopeinahotbox]

I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but sometimes the universe tells you to do things and you must. Letting myself speak again, in social posts, is an odd feeling as I’ve been hiding away for years now slowly but surely. I doubt many will see this and honestly that’s fine, it’ll find who it’s meant to and I’ll just have to live with that.

I don’t realize I speak in riddles until I write my thoughts down for everyone to see. Now i feel it is an even worse time for miscommunication, especially considering the illiteracy rates in the United States for the english language.

I still write, a lot. Even if I’m not publishing, I’m constantly writing. I haven’t painted consistently though. That’s been my sore point.

I’m good at it. Writing. Painting. Drawing when I sit and let myself draw what my brain and hands decide for me. I haven’t done that much lately either.

I can chart someone’s entire astrological chart, in accordance to where the planets properly were the time they were born, not reflective of an arbitrary system set up to keep our minds confused and detached. Real sky astrology is not what is practiced. And I can chart it myself.

I can write stories with a lure of hope and dreams within your mind so that you’ll live what I tell you in paper letters and written rhymes so you don’t know if it came from my mind or a time only I experienced.

Narrative, poetry, I could write in single word sentences and be able to conjure my world through your eyes.

I know I can.

I can paint and mesmerize with my combinations of colors and shapes that make your heart clench in your chest and your lungs lose themselves in a release of a relieved breath.

I know I can. I have before.

It is not easy to do. It takes a certain peeling of the layers of muscle that make up my heart that let me very well bleed my aches and loves and heretical need for people to understand what being human means.

I do not know everything and I will never claim to, I never have.

If there’s one thing I can be proud of, it’s that I know, intrinsically, how stupid I am.

I can always know more, see more, live more.

And I feel that in art. I feel that in music.

I have had my hands on violins since I was four.

I’ve had paint under my nails and carbon on my wrists since I could grip with my tiny hands.

I remember the feel of my hands being so small on pencils and brushes.

They’re bigger now and can crush the hands I used to have with little issue.

It’s felt like my hands have been crushed many times and I’ve never broken a finger.

Although softball broke my ankles, and my thumbs have been sore before, it’s a different feeling someone crushing the joy for color and chaos and change that comes with art.

I want to sink my teeth into the injustice of it.

It hurt more knowing the jealousy that breeds resentment of artists.

Creatives is a shitty word created for terminology and modern vernacular in order to blanket term artists.

In a bad way mind you.

I’m the person who notices what people say, and in that what they refuse to say.

Jealousy has bred AI.

Jealousy for the love of the action of creation.

Transphobia, in some aspects, lays in the same roots. Those that refuse to acknowledge the inherent differences in how each individual experiences gender and sex and sexuality, are more inherently jealous of the freedom that knowing and further accepting who you love and who loves you brings.

Some in that pan of discourse would probably call me transgender if they knew me more. I’m a little more fluid than most would like to admit they are.

It also boils down to a dichotomy that humans should not be living in, humans are grey, not black and white.

People know this. Inherently.

I say that a lot but humans have very inherent traits about them.

Helpfulness!

It’s what I would consider our base mode of operation, a wish to be helpful to those we care for and that care for us.

Humans are genuinely not inherently selfish.

Selfishness has to be taught, in some way or another, and that’s what I think people lack in understanding.

Humans, fresh out of the womb, are more inherently lacking understanding and knowledge than most mammals.

We live long lives compared to most mammals

Elephants are one of the few who rival us, and they have a very similar level of intelligence - genuinely. Just because they do not have the physical capability to use tools in the way that we do, does not negate their complex societal make-ups.

We just think we’re the most special.

Now I do have to say, this pattern of social being does not exist in every social human settlement.

Civilization is a bullshit word.

We are no better than ants, with their continental crossing territorial wars and cruelties towards each other for no other reason than the fact that they are different to each other.

Humans laugh in befuddlement because these tiny arthropods, that once would have roamed larger than us today, would use nuclear weapons on each other in order to wipe out the other species if they had the chance and we do not cumulatively stop to reflect on what we learn.

I know too much. I don’t know enough.

Greed is taught. Selfishness is taught. A preference for turning away from community and wholeheartedly sinking into individuality is a sand trap you have been sunk to your waist in now.

You have a 50/50 shot of surviving the next blooming viral disease. America dropped the ball on mitigation there. It’s being located internationally for outbreaks now.

A surgical mask is better than nothing. But what do you all care about performing community services when even as an individual you are so soaked up in what the propaganda has twisted and your brain is now twisted in it you can’t see.

I can’t blame you. Honestly I don’t.

Not everyone has the eyes I do and I’m lucky for them now.

I was taught how to spot Nazi propaganda, specifically fascist propaganda. Thank you AP World History. Thank you Honors United States History. Thank you to the teachers I had that very obviously split from standard curriculum at the cost of properly teaching us.

I had that opportunity, and the love for learning and creation to let me get through it.

But now I know, after a bachelors degree and years in a child behavior and development field, that people are just not taught things.

Collectively they’re not.

I am one of few who sees and understands.

I am one of few who was taught how to see, how to hear, how to understand.

I can read journalistic articles, from a variety of fields.

I can read and understand almost any legal document, including legislation.

I can read and understand most medical field journals and papers, sometimes you just have to look up a word or two - learning from a dictionary is good for you.

I can read and understand papers and reviews from all across the social sciences; sociology, psychology, anthropology, criminology, etc.

I can read and understand various dialects and timeframes of the English language, Old English is only one.

I can read when someone is spinning around their own point unable to finally reach its conclusion.

I have too much to say. I see too much. I know too much.

I’m too tired.

Of injustice. Of hearing the same man’s name for the last eight years. Of watching the same scene play out, on the television, in reality, of a fake division that only serves to breed and perpetuate a level of hate and self superiority that I gag at the thought of living in this world with people of the caliber.

I am not better on account of what I know. I am not better necessarily in any sense. But I know that I as a human am not so sunk to my neck in the belief that people are born wrong or bad and so have to have death with consequences dangled over my head in order to feel empathy.

I have a biting rage at any form of injustice.

Half the time I’ll ignore them against myself, but others?

Humans are supposed to care for each other, and the living and not, around them.

Mangrove trees to buffer hurricanes.

Brush fires to prevent forest wildfires.

Hunting to prevent prey overpopulation.

A multitude of actions and behaviors we have continued as tradition, with mythologies of protective forest gods, mischievous forest imps, and an understanding of a balance we have the choice to maintain for the sake of ourselves and everything around us.

It’s a beautiful thing really, the position we have been granted, the role as guardians we may take.

It’s truly a beautiful thing.

Teach yourself to see the beauty in protection. To see the beauty in a humanity that has lost its way not of its own true accord.

I sing for that beauty. The pain and joy of grieving and conceiving within the same span of seconds as another.

No one tells me plainly whether or not I have a tolerable voice, but no one ever truly describes me to myself anyway so I may never truly know.

I barely understand who people experience when they experience me and the feelings and emotions and memories that come to their mind with my name, whereas if someone asks I can do that with no real dilemma and describe what I see of them to them. People never understand why I mean when I ask who do you see when you see me.

I guess that’s a universal experience as well, something complicated that feels as though only I ever know the feeling but truly a not uncommon experience I don’t doubt.

Emotions are beautiful. They give you life and a motivation for different experiences, new ones, familiar ones. Some feel bad and some feel good and that is the nature is it not? Knowing what feels bad because it is the absence of pleasure? Knowing what feels good because it is the absence of pain?

Only being able to know the two because of the antithesis they are to each other and yet can be felt together for the same reason.

Life is a curious thing, we get so tangled up in what we create before us. We’ve created such wonderful concepts and ideas and actions and tangible things, but even the most destructive things someone sees as beautiful.

[fruitcakecreatives]

A #womens walk took place today from #Parlement sq all women were welcome to jion us as we #ranted and #Raved about the sate of the world for women #artlovers #walkers #liveartdevelopmentagency #gallery #handbag https://www.instagram.com/p/B9er-K4lVOD/?igshid=1cjhyfh7lvjfm

[fewofmyfavouriteshit]

My mom when she hasn’t ranted since the last 24 hours : ‘Where is my emotional support daughter’

[farwiayas3-blog]

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