Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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Hot take: in The Intern (2015), Jules and Ben should've gotten together (with or without divorce from the husband whose name I can't remember).
Would that be the healthiest route? Probably not.
Would it be more interesting? Certainly.
Watching “Double, Double, Toil and Trouble” from TWW1998 (the episode where Mildred shrinks Agatha and traps her in a box), it just cracks me up how different Amelia Cackle is from Ada.
Ada would never gloat over having defeated her sister (and is always as gentle and forgiving as possible). Amelia on the other hand…she just rolls Agatha and her cronies out of that box, then traps them under it briefly just for a bit of fun even after they agree to a non-retaliation oath. And when they won’t shut up, she just freezes them in place. XD
It's been a while since I've been really active in these fandoms, but I was re-watching recently, and I still enjoy this difference very much.
This is so utterly hairraisingly ridiculous that you wish she made that story up, but it is unfortunately true.
This is some Lieutenant Kije' shit.
Welp, now I ship the women in that wives voting ad. Look at the way they wink slyly at each other!
You can only prepare for what you can imagine. Denial won’t help. So let’s be brave. What if Trump (or Biden) wins? Explore the world of “wh
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In an attempt to be the change I want to see in the world, I've written a kinky fic based on the 1975 TV show Two's Company (starring Elaine Stritch and Donald Sinden as an American author and her English butler).
Watching Abbott Elementary and enjoying it as usual. It's just hard to watch Barbara be disrespected (when we just see her from the POV of people like her colleagues and the students, it can seem like she's always respected, but that's often not the case when someone outside the school interacts with her, like her 'coworkers in Christ').
i fell asleep with the funniest image of ava and janine stuck in my head befofe i could draw them hold on lemme do something real quick
was giggling to myself ina state of semi consciousness thinking abt this
Problems like climate change, where solving them requires millions of people to collectively work at hundreds of different solutions at once, are black holes for internal peacefulness because they give you a type of frustration where you alternately become bitter towards yourself or everyone around you. "If only I could work harder to fix the problem!" makes you exhausted, so you must become angry at others: "If only they cared about the problem!"
People who are already working on fixing climate change need to convince more people to work on it. And a popular thing is to share writings that describe how doomed we all are if climate change is not fixed, how terrible everything will be because of climate change, and how quickly all the treasures of our world are being lost.
There is a particular understanding of human behavior that is being accepted here without thinking about it hard enough. Popular news media shows headlines with terrible prophecies, written that way in hopes of getting the attention of otherwise disinterested people, who will then be "motivated" to fix climate change.
The trouble is that fear is no good for motivating thoughtful, patient, steady commitment to solving a problem. Fear is made to cause an organism to avoid things that might harm it. It creates a brief and explosive pulse of action where the organism's energy pours out as it instinctively, thoughtlessly reacts to escape the danger as fast as possible.
It's silly to blame people for avoiding thinking about climate change. The point of an organism responding to stressors is to avoid them. Oftentimes, the only tool people are presented with is personal choices about what products to buy, which inevitably is horribly frustrating and stressful, since a person will frequently be coerced by their situation into buying a certain product, and even if they don't they see others doing it all the time.
Relentless exposure to imminent threats that cannot be escaped causes Trauma, which severely impacts a person's ability to be resilient to stressors.
I think there is definitely a type of trauma associated with being constantly aware of the destruction of the environment and feeling helpless to do anything about it, especially since we as humans have a deep need for contact with other living things and aspects of the natural world, such as trees, water, flowers, and animals—a need that is often totally denied and treated as merely a Want or a hobby meant only for certain people who enjoy particular activities, like Hiking or Gardening.
We need to expand our minds on how this disconnection can hurt a human being. Imagine if a child's need to be loved by their caregivers, a person's need to be loved by their friends and family, was treated as a desire for indulgence or luxury, or a certain use of free time!
Yes, yes, one person has a condition that makes it hard to walk up hills, another doesn't like the bright sunshine, another is allergic to the grass or fungal components of the outdoor world, but WE ARE PART OF THE FAMILY OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH and WE EXIST IN SYMBIOSIS WITH THE ENVIRONMENT WHICH TAKES CARE OF US. Who showed you what beauty was, who taught you to feel peace and relief inside you in the form of a caressing breeze and rustle of leaves, who gave you awe and wonder at seeing the stars or the mountains? Where does every delicious food come from but the soil teeming with creatures? Isn't the most perfectly sweet berry grown from a plant, nurtured by the soil and pollinated by the bugs? Don't you feel delight at seeing a springy carpet of moss, a little mushroom, or a tiny bird? Think of all that the trees give us. Whose breath do you breathe? Whose body frames your home?
The writings of Indigenous writers such as the book by Mary Siisip Genuisz I am reading right now show me that the other life forms are our family. They take care of us and provide for us, and they would miss us if our species disappeared. Isn't that a powerful, healing fact? I think everybody is so enthusiastic about the book Braiding Sweetgrass because it is a worldview that those of us coming from the dominant colonizer culture are straight up ravenous, starving to death for.
Maybe, I think to myself, humans can experience a kind of trauma from being deprived a relationship with their Earth, just as they would experience trauma from being deprived relationships with other humans.
I really believe that it hurts us to be surrounded by concrete instead of soil, to see a majestic tree cut down on a whim without any justice possible, to see wild animals mostly in the form of mangled corpses on the roadside, to have poison sprayed everywhere to kill the insects that life depends on, to hear traffic and lawn mowers and weed whackers instead of birds and flowing water.
We KNOW that this is physically bad for our health, the stifling, polluted, and stressful environments of a civilization that doesn't know the ways of the plants, but I think it's a kind of moral injury too, right? To see a beautiful field turned into a housing development of ugly, big, expensive houses—no thought given to the butterflies and sparrows and quail of the field? To see a big old tree cut down, a pond full of frogs obliterated and turned into a drainage ditch beside a gas station? They aren't just things, they are lives, and while expansion and profit and progress are "necessary," a nice old field of wildflowers or a pond full of frogs are a different kind of necessary. I remember feeling this as a child without words for it—the sheer cruelty of a world that is totally without reverence for the other creatures.
"They own the property, they can cut down the tree" "They bought the land, they can do what they want with it" <but it can also be wrong, and many people know this on some level, even though our culture doesn't provide us with the framework.
Fear could never give people the motivation to fix climate change. Constant fear of what will happen in the future forces a person to protect themselves from the relentless stress by shutting it out entirely or developing apathy.
A fear based argument for fixing climate change either causes a worldview of nature with no bond of kinship at all, based on the physical and practical dependence on Nature as a "resource," or forces people to experience their kinship with Nature only through grief.
Fear tells us that we want to live—it does not tell us WHY to live. If a person tries to live on fear alone, they will eventually find the desire to live burdensome and painful in itself. I see this emerging on a society wide scale in the USA, feeding on influences from the Christian evangelicalism that sees the Earth as something already sullied and worthless, to be thrown away like a dirty tissue, and on the looming monolith of nuclear winter that gave our parents recurring nightmares as children.
If you go to r/collapse on Reddit (don't do that) you will see a whole community of people who cope with the threat of climate change by fantasizing about it, imagining it as a collective punishment for all humanity and a cathartic release from the present painful situation.
We cannot learn to live without seeing the reason for living. We cannot save the Earth without loving it. We cannot heal nature without caring for it. In order to collectively take action against climate change, we must be moved by something other than fear—and that something is love. Not just love of the outdoors as an activity, but love of the Earth as something that loves us.
The dominant Western culture cannot borrow Indigenous land stewardship techniques as though they are just one climate resilience strategy, without being also willing to change its dreadfully impoverished way of viewing human relationships with Nature.
What right have we to think, "Huh, maybe those guys were on to something with the multi-level polyculture systems and controlled burns" while still thinking humans are nothing but a disease on the Earth, and that Earth would be happy to be rid of us? The sustainable ways of using the land practiced traditionally by cultures who have lived in relationship with their ecosystems for many generations work because humans can exist in mutualistic symbiosis with the life forms around them. We care for them. They care for us.
I know for a fact that plants seek relationships with us, and I was taught by them to see how interconnected everything really is, and how I was made to be a caretaker of my ecosystem. I was, a few years ago, just as I describe above. Too scared and pessimistic about the future of nature to bother loving it, and because of this, I could not realize my niche in the ecosystem. It felt for many years like I could do nothing—i believed in climate change, but I felt hopeless, so I put it out of my mind. But when I began to cultivate a love and reverence for the sad, scraggly, beaten-down fragments of Nature around me, everything changed. So much became possible.
I am still learning and exploring, trying to open my mind to ideas totally different than the ones I knew growing up, paying close attention to every plant and learning its ways. And it stuns me to think—some people write about climate change without this process.
The author of the book "The Uninhabitable Earth" (a scary book about how doomed the Earth is because of climate change) says in the beginning of the book that he is not very much of a nature lover. You fool, love is our most powerful evolutionary adaptation!
reading a romance novel where the protagonist feels the need to stop and inform that audience that it's okay for her, a 27 year old, to hook up with a 31 year old because despite the age difference both of their brains are fully developed. the Discourse really has done incalculable damage.
that's...they're adults 4 years apart, who on Earth would think there's any sort of meaningful age gap
#can we please just close our eyes open our legs and let our pussies engage in some FILTH #telanu did NOT write andy devilwearsprada coming untouched while miranda priestly humps her leg for you people to be prudes like this #JAIL!!!!
pearlcaddy’s 2023 follower celebration ♡ favorite abbott friendship
janine teagues & barbara howard + the midnight children ↳ for @achingly-shy
I've started recording the chapters of "Gap Year" by Hadithi (@universallywriting)! I hope that having a podfic available will help people to access this lovely work (especially people like me who get migraines). Here is chapter 1.
Summary:
"Connie is offered a full ride through college if she takes a break. Steven confesses going on a solo road trip at seventeen after a full mental breakdown wasn't quite therapist approved. What follows is a full year of travel, self-discovery, and working through the traumatic parts of their childhoods."
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Podfic of Hadithi's Steven Universe fanfic "Gap Year" on Ao3 "Connie is offered a full ride through college if she takes a break. Steven co
just in case you wanted to see Blanche and Rose tango on your dash today
Feel like I had a Barbara Howard-ish Moment...
Long story short, at an event, I got a person I've been emailing with confused with someone else at the event. They both just happened to have the same name. We had a whole conversation (though short and somewhat awkward). The person mentioned she had taught for twenty years (which should've been a clue something was off, since the other person is a lawyer, but it wasn't perceived as such at the time--I just thought, "Wow, a teacher and a lawyer!"). I did not realize my error until the person I was actually looking for approached me a few minutes later. I went back to the first person and apologized. She was nice about it and said she'd figured it would work itself out. Later on, I wondered, "Why didn't she just tell me that she didn't know what I was talking about?" The only explanation I have is that we were just both bluffing through the whole interaction.
Anyway, it reminded me of some Barbara Howard moments from Abbott Elementary. She even had the same haircut. (And I felt like Jacob Hill.)
Sometimes a family isn't your Mom but the five most annoying people in the teachers' lounge (and you're the sixth annoying person)
