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People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves
When They See Us Rant
I don’t think I’ve cried this much in a long time.
PLEASE WATCH When They See Us on Netflix.
‘When They See Us’ is a horrifying story of racism and the treatment of black people in this country, told beautifully through film. The story is a true story about five young boys; Kevin Richardson, Antron Mccray, Raymond Santana Jr., Korey Wise and Yusef Salaam. These young black and brown boys were no older than 16 when they were wrongfully convicted and accused of the rape and attempted murder of Trisha Meili, a 28-year-old, white woman. Kevin Richardson, the youngest of the five, was only FOURTEEN when he was beaten, detained, and illegally coerced by the NYPD in 1989.
The case was known as the Central Park Jogger Case and the five men the Central Park Five. The only thing these boys were guilty of was being black and brown in Central Park that night.
Kevin Richardson, Antron Mccray, Raymond Santana Jr., Korey Wise and Yusef Salaam, spent the end of their childhood incarcerated.
This past year I’ve seen other shows telling true stories, like The Bundy Tapes, receive raving reviews and advertising. I have not seen a thing about When They See Us. Now this would surprise me, if it weren’t for the constant systematic oppression of people of color in this country.
This series is not getting the attention it deserves, cause, quite frankly, too many white people get uncomfortable and turn off anything that makes them feel bad for being white. The problem is not that you’re white, it’s that you’re not using the privilege that comes with the color of your skin, to stand up for or at least learn about the experiences of other people.
So, to all the white kids following me; LEARN, learn the things you’re not being taught because media won’t show them and history won’t teach them.
Learn about the injustices that are coming in every direction at our siblings of color. Learn the history of oppression in this country, and systematic racism that has been built over centuries by other white people.
Use your privilege to do something for people who can’t do anything without getting a bullet in the chest or a life-sentence on their head.
Know your privilege and use it.
guys i’m kinda pissed abt something.
I full heartily agree with this
Things not to do when you write fics:
1.) Don't tag it 'x reader' when you make it an oc... big no no.
2.) Don't post masterlists if there is nothing is on there (thats a personal thing for me idk abt y'all)
3.) When you don't put the summary and warnings down... it's annoying and it also doesn't help you because no one knows what they finna read🤷🏽♀
4.) WHEN WE DONT KNOW WHAT THE PAIRING OR SHIP IS (put it at the top plz).
5.) Using wrong tags... just don't do it ...please
6.) BACK TO # 1 DO NOT TAG IT X READER IF YOU MAKE IT AN OC ITS NOT COOL!! I DONT HAVE PALE SKIN AND LONG CURLY HAIR SIS
7.) This one is just for appreciation for the ppl who write fics open for everyone who use the following; H/C, E/C, S/C, and the most important... ✨Y/N✨.
stare at my kein, boy
the worst faggots youve ever seen <3
*ein, threatening kai*
kai: what’re you gonna do, kiss me about it?
I feel the closest to you when you are the farthest away.
I can feel you in my heart
When was this a FUCKING ISSUE!!?? #zelda #zeldabreathofthewild #linkbetweenworlds #link #videogames #bullshit #feminismiscancer #problems #nottheissue #moron #bodyshaming
You know what's funny, when your super religious cousin yells at you for watching a game grumps video (which she heard because I forgot to check if my headphones were fully in) but then turns around and listens to Take Me To Church
I've been making a series I hope to post on YouTube. I won't go into detail but y'know I think it's cool. Anyway it's really just a me and a few friends project. I'm writing the scripts and doing the animation (yes it's animated) while also voice acting like 14 characters. My friend is voice acting the rest and will be helping with the editing. Anyway that's just exposition for the funny part of the post.
My friend was asking me where as this was going and I vaguely described the season 1 ending to them. They asked for specifics and stuff and I was just sitting there like, "Mx. do you think I know the specifics? I'm as in the dark as you are! I start writing and shit happens. Until we get to the one scene that inspired my writing trip I do not know shit until I edit it! We'll find out together! :)"
So yeah that's my writing process, what's yours? It's probably less chaaotic is what I would say if I didn't know what writers are like.
Craigslist Goodbye
Goodbye to Craigslist personals. We have truly enjoyed it and had many amazing encounters over the years. In fact our first man that shared my wife outside of our marriage was through Craigslist. It definitely brought out our wild side and enhanced our marriage. It will be missed.
Hang the DJ
who’s gonna rebel with me against the system 998/1000 times?
@wallflower-koharu You DIDN'T need to apologize. Your first comment was written when this CoVid was supposed to be fake news, and it's okay to make questions about being more widespread in Italy than in other countries! It was a legittimate ask! The others who ignored you instead to reply should apologize, they were rude as hell. It was normal/It still is to question why. C'MON! And @valerieandsylveon actually you didn't need to apologize either. Okay, there are stupid racist in Italy too, but nowhere the level America is facing. And Olive Garden sucks lol. And that's true. Never touch an Italian's food lmao.
=^.^= https://rebelmouse.com/CosmoCorps/
"The real problem of humanity is we have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions, & god-like technology." ~ E. O. Wilson
beautyofmicroscopy:
"Ebola virus particles" from the NIAID flickr.
"Plastic Concrete Bullshit" by floatingwoo
Teacher: "I climb up the mountain. I climb down the mountain. How much work did I do?" Me: too much Teacher: "None! I ended up in the same place!" Me:
Have you ever noticed, just how much bullshit's on the internet?
Like you can find at least as much nonsense as legit knowledge on the web.
Aaaaa drawings until I have enough money to get my self a.) batteries from smart ink or 2.) get an apple pencil… I’ll decide in the car…
GIRL
When I was sixteen, studying for an exam in the school library, I met a girl.
Not any old girl.
It was obvious that she wanted to be a man but it was obvious that she was not quite ready to admit it and she clung to her female pronouns the same way a fictional knight clung to his pig-iron shield against the fiery breath of a dragon.
This was a girl who had seen life in ways, with certain hardships, I could never imagine.
A girl with brown mousy hair that was hastily chopped to her chin and above her pastily white bare shoulders as if she had cut it with a pair of garden shears, dark eyes reminded me of the mud that dripped off the bumper of the right side of my mum's car from when she drove through the murky countryside visit to my grandma's house, wrinkled lips that were pulled so far back by her tight skin that I could see where her cheekbones arched and how much her sallow cheeks had been sucked in as if there was a vacuum residing under her skin.
I had never met anyone quite like her before.
There was a dwindling fire in her brown eyes, lined by sore red scratches where it was obvious she had itched away the hay fever that made her heavily pierced nose sweat and run with snot.
I was tired that day. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sit through the exam without my head drooping towards the table like a weeping willow and my eyes dying to slip shut.
She could tell that I was struggling, so she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake.
Mind, I'm perfectly sure she was sober.
I was worried that I was going to fail the exam and that my mother would punish me if I didn't do well. This girl wasn't buying an ounce of my unnecessary panic.
She looked deep into my soul and whispered, slurring her words like a drunk man, "There's no room in life for other people's bullshit."
Such crude words of wisdom from such a wise young person.
After all, it was those very same crude words that changed my life and gave me the courage to take the reins of my own life.
Girl, if you’re out there, and you recognise yourself within my words, thanks for being a tough bitch and giving me the harsh truth.
BEE KINGSLEY
ah shoot ur right my bad
"They hurt you because they like you." Needs to stop.
I come on here today to bring forward an issue that I have personally dealt with myself.
Most of us females, when we're young, are taught that a boy likes us if he is hurting us, by bullying us, throwing things at us, pulling our hair, pushing us around, you name it. Anything a boy at a young age could possibly think of doing, they did it. When I told my mother about a boy bullying me when I was still in elementary school, from 1st to 4 grade, and even when I see him now, in 11th grade, he treats me like shit. Any chance he got, he used it to hurt me, whether that was emotionally or physically. He'd get his little sidekick friend to chase me around the elementary playground and throw the rubber at my back, so much so that it could cause burns and bruises. I never told my mom that, because when I did, I was told "oh. that's because he likes you."
He abused me, and yet, I still liked him. I still had that stupid little crush on him, even if he hurt me. I was young and impressionable, and I didn't know any better. When I was told "it's because he likes you", that tells me, my little, underdeveloped brain, that it is OKAY for men to treat me like shit, because they love me, and THAT'S why I should stay. I should ALLOW men, with their big fat egos and fragile masculinity, to treat ME like shit because they 'LIKE' me.
In my first relationship, I was treated like shit by my girlfriend and some of her friends. People that I considered my friends. Yet I was gaslighted, I was manipulated and verbally abused by these people who I thought cared about me. People I thought LOVED me. I thought that love was enough, even if they treated me like shit, maybe, deep down, I even thought I deserved it. That I was the one in the wrong. I wasn't in the wrong. They didn't care, they didn't love me, platonically, or otherwise. They abused me, they neglected me. It's been years and still, their actions and words cover me in their shadows. I'm still healing.
Still, to this day, I let people walk all over me, because I push so many people away in fear of the manipulation and abuse that I may be put through, and I have no one else. I don't allow myself to go out and meet new people because I'm so afraid of losing them if I get attached. And I know this, but I also know where it comes from. I've let people walk over me all my life, just because I was taught that it was okay for people to do that because they love me. I was a kid, and I needed acceptance, so I let it happen, but I was never faced with acceptance.
For my whole life, I've been told "he hurts you because he likes you.", and only one time had I brought it up, recently this year, and my mom realized, "Wait... he did that to you? Why didn't you tell me?" My mom realized her error, and while I do forgive her, I cannot forgive those words that set up the first years of my life.
That is why we cannot tell children these things. If you teach your kids that it is okay for them to be abused out of 'love', then you're not only part of the problem, but you are setting them up for the life of a victim. A victim may never understand what love really is because when they think love, they think ABUSE, they think hitting, yelling, throwing things, and cursing. No one deserves to live life as a victim of anything, and it is our job to help future generations NOT grow up like we did. We're supposed to teach generations after us that abuse is never the way, that abuse is NOT love, and it never will be. Abuse. Is. Abuse. Let's start saying it like it is.
First work of 2019, 2018 became one my worst years on this front due to unrelated matters.