Violent Oddity

Lover of horror, curiosities, the unusual, and the depraved.

[haynepearish]

Reminder to straight people:

Being an ally does not mean you are entitled to queer spaces, queer culture, queer validation, or queer emotional labor. Respecting our humanity is the minimum and should be the standard for everyone in regard to every other human out there regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity, religion, race, disability, or any of the other differences we have.

If you actively stand and fight with us, fantastic. We love you. We need more of you. That still doesn’t mean you know what it is to live as an LGBTQA+ person, and you should respect the fact that we sometimes want our own space (just like you have literally everywhere else, where cis/het is seen as the “default”).

This isn’t to say we don’t accept allies in these spaces, but it isn’t about you/your deeds, and we will not bend over backwards to accommodate you or stroke your ego. If your allyship is based on getting a pat on the back and not simply doing what is right you need to reevaluate. If your allyship stops because you are being treated just like everyone else without special accommodations being made for you, you were never really an ally. You just wanted to look good.

If the only people you support are “cute”, “adorable”, or “socially acceptable” gays you are not an ally and have no business being anywhere near our spaces/culture/people. No ifs, ands, or buts. It’s all of us or none of us. You don’t get to erase people because you don’t get it or don’t find them attractive or appealing.

You wouldn’t go to an event specifically for another culture and spend the whole time making everything about you and what you have done for that culture. That would not only be rude, it would be selfish. This is literally the same exact thing.

Our spaces are not a tourist stop. Our culture isn’t something you can simply change out of. Our history isn’t something you can brush away. Our appreciation isn’t a cookie you get for participating. Our place alongside the rest of humanity cannot be ignored.

🏳️‍🌈

[of-aurora]

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

[haynepearish]

[akamatthewmurdock]

[foxyclock]

Me in the middle of the street trying to get a stray cat to come near me

[luna-and-mars]

Executive dysfunction gothic

- You have to shower. You cannot shower. You are standing right in front of the shower. You want to shower. You cannot shower.

- The meeting begins. “Did everyone see the email?” There is a chorus of nodding heads. You nod, too. You think you may possibly have checked an email account before, on one single occasion, at some unknown time, probably in a past life.

- You are hungry. You have been hungry for three days now. The hunger has not spontaneously resolved itself. How inconvenient, you think. How rude.

- You depend on your planner/calendar. You loathe your planner/calendar. You can’t function without it. You live in constant fear of it. It’s an unhealthy relationship. You think you both should start seeing other people.

- There is a pile on your floor. It is a treasure trove, the Room of Requirement. It has everything. You look for something specific. It has nothing. There was never any pile.

- There’s been a change of plans, they say. You don’t understand. They repeat: “there’s been a change of plans.” You don’t understand. The mere suggestion causes a buzzing in your head that drowns out everything else. You don’t understand.

- You’re in class and you don’t understand the lecture. You look back at your past notes. You look at a calendar. You have not been to class in two weeks. You have no memory of this supposed time. Where did it go? Why did it leave?

- “Organizational tips for success: Keep a planner! Write it down! Stick to a schedule! Make a list!” You are torn between deranged laughter and ugly crying. You choose both.

[ms-demeanor]

- You type a few words, your phone rings, you answer. You frown and type a few words. A text, you open it and respond. You forget what you were doing. You type a few words. A text, you ignore it. You type a thousand words. A text, you open it. “Why haven’t you responded?” It’s been a week.

- You need your medication, you call to renew your prescription. You’re out of refills and the doctor needs to see you before you renew. You don’t get your medication again for six months.

- You want to RSVP to your cousin’s wedding but there’s no email address or phone number, just a card in an envelope that you have to put in the mailbox. You put it somewhere that you won’t forget it. The wedding was yesterday.

- “Look, it’s just one more stop before we head home, why are you making such a big deal of it?”

- “Hey, I invited our friends over to hang out for the day and maybe get lunch. You said you were free today, right?” You’re always free but you never have time. It takes an hour to decide what lunch will be.

- You write the shopping list. You stand in front of your door holding your keys while you tape the list to your phone. You step outside and realize you don’t know where your keys are. You step inside and they’re in your hand. You go to the store and pull out your phone. There never was a list.

- You’re meeting someone for what you’re sure is the tenth time. They say their name and all you hear is a high-pitched ringing. You carefully avoid interacting with them for the rest of the evening so you don’t run the risk of having to introduce them to anyone.

- “C’mon, you were in ceramics with me, we made clay boxes together. I sat next to you for two years!” You’ve never seen this person before in your life.

[ms-demeanor]

- You have to be somewhere at 6AM. You can’t be late. You don’t sleep the night before to be sure you can make it. When you’re late to work the next week your boss says “you can be on time when you want to be, you’re choosing to show me that you don’t care.” You don’t sleep to make it in to work on time tomorrow. You never sleep. You never sleep.

- You have to pee but if you don’t finish typing this sentence you’ll forget what you were saying. By the time you finish typing your body doesn’t notice that you still have to pee.

- “Uh, did you know you’re bleeding?”

[fuckyeahjerm]

I’ll be 30 years old in 20-something days. I didn’t know what executive dysfunction was until late 2017, and part of me wishes I had never learned, so I didn’t have to know the words for what I’ve called “just being a derp” my whole life, and wouldn’t have to be so honest with myself, it was much easier to call it a quirk than a condition. There’s a special kind of biting pain I feel every time I catch myself in a loop etc. and have that memory, it has a name, it’s more mental illness, somehow I’m always finding more. But the rest of me is so relieved to know I’m not alone. I hope someday I’ll be _____ enough to be glad for the closure of knowing that I can link to the World Health Organization article regarding The Thing.

[violentoddity]

The Problem With the Minimum

Something happened earlier today that I feel needs to be talked about. This morning I took a loved one to the hospital for a check up (everything is good). As I waited two incredibly friendly elderly women sat down near me and started a conversation in Spanish. Their voices were hushed as to not disrupt the tranquility of the waiting area, minding their own business, and bothering no one. An older man in a MAGA hat started becoming increasingly more visibly irritated as time went on and eventually said to a very uncomfortable volunteer that "these people need to learn English". I am a very passive person in real life (partly due to anxiety, partly to do with being very mellow). I avoid confrontation like the plague, as it makes me physically sick.

But I was PISSED.

I said "I don't recall colonizers putting a hell of a lot of effort into learning the indigenous languages when they came over, and you shouldn't be listening in on them anyway. They are having a private conversation and frankly it's none of your god damn business."

He looked like I hit him in the face with a brick and moved to another area. One of the older ladies blew me kisses in thanks and the other gave me a very happy double thumbs up.

It should have made me happy.

It didn't.

I have crippling social anxiety that keeps me from doing the most basic of tasks... and yet I was the only person in that room that would call out his ignorant, racist bull shit. Just me, the person that can hardly function in public and looks like a degenerate. Why?

I did literally the bare fucking minimum it takes to be a decent person. That isn't something that deserves praise. It should be the default. In a room full of perfectly capable, normal people it was the damaged one that called out the problem. There were smiles and nods of approval, and it actually pissed me off even more. If you were happy to see the shit get delt with, why did you wait for someone else to do something. Why didn't you speak up? People are so used to their comfort zones that they allow for hideous shit to happen around them so long as it doesn't rock the boat, and it makes me sick. Saying something and calling him out was literally the absolute least I could have done.

Fellow white people, we have to do better. You can't be afraid of being uncomfortable. You can't let this shit slide. It isn't a game. Hate and hate groups are as common as Starbucks now... and it is because WE, WHITE PEOPLE, didn't put our racist friends and relatives in check. We chalked it up to them being"old fashioned". We thought not being racist ourselves was good enough. We were taught in school that the Civil Rights movement won out without bothering to look outside of our own experiences and realize it is ongoing. We thought having friends that were POC was enough to stop racism, and our friendship was enough support.

We were dead fucking wrong.

POC can fight for equality all they want, but when it comes down to it oppressors won't lose power until they are challenged by their own people because those people share the very privilege that is being exploited to accomplish racist actions. We have to turn it on its head and use it against these sacks of shit. We have to make them accountable. We have to make them own up to it. We have to make sure they are seen for exactly what they are; wastes of space, blood, and oxygen that shouldn't be entertained, tolerated, or taken seriously in any way whatsoever. We have to be better. We have to fight harder. We have to get uncomfortable. Step up and piss off a racist.

At this point lives depend on it.

[meanplastic]

[atomic--peach]

What is Ghost BC?

Is it a show?

Is it a movie?

Is it a band?

I’m confused

[pirlaemeritus]

It’s Satan’s way to let us know that hell is a party and we’re all invited.

[pirlaemeritus]

(And there is free punch)

[toast-bc]

it’s taking over my life

[cardinaldaddy]

Pt.2 of a VERY angry Papa III.

The man was harassing someone in a wheelchair, and Papa called him out, saying he’d get people to stomp the guys head in.

Rock on, Papa!

[vemonablack]

Why is this something Papa Emeritus III would do

[la-laborista-republiko]

[hogwartsderp-deactivated2018100]

Hufflepuffs and Slytherins reblog we gotta find each other

[thelittleblackphoenix]

@lolixreader Slytherin over here. Be my friend

[lokixreader]

Yas😏✌🏻

[raccoonslittlehands]

character: *looks like a psycho, shows aggressive and violent behavior, kills a dozen characters, tortures another dozen, threatens to twist the whole plot and destroy the entire story i've spent hours watching so far*

me: mom, i think i've found the one.

[punsandfingerguns]

My relationship with my problematic faves

Me: omg yes he's a terrible person I do not approve of any of his life choices he's an asshole 0/10 would NOT recommend he deserves every bad thing in the world he's absolutely terrible in fact i would personally murder him myself if i could

anybody else: *says the exact same thing*

me: excuse me bitch

[your-frenchblondgirl]

Tom getting offended when someone disrespects Loki is the softest thing you’ll see today (x)

[keraleda]

“Lighten Up” by Ronald Wimberly

Beautifuly written- and drawn.