What do you despise? By this you are truly known.
from Manual of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan.
the fact😤👏🏼that there isn’t😓❌ a white rose emoji⚪️ and only a red🔴 is obviously lancastrian🌹propaganda📜😡 you thought❓😔 the wars of the roses 🥀🤴🏻ended at the battle of bosworth field?🗡🛡 think again 🤯🗣 yorkists👑📣 we rise🙌🏽💯 at dawn☀️👊🏼
I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!
You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.
How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”
I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.
Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.
Edit: a lot of this is exaggeration. Some of it is true. You get to pick what exactly.
A young, talented scientist named Yzma (played by Ariana Grande) stumbles onto a plot orchestrated by a corrupt empire. She vows to stop them but in the process, her entire family is crushed by a stampede of llamas. In her despair, she gets her potions mixed up and accidentally drinks from a vial that ages her 80 years and renders her scary beyond all reason. Yzma swears revenge on the newly born emperor, Kuzco. Kronk is her love interest and played by one of the hot guys from Riverdale.
[…] While [Umberto] Eco is firm in claiming “There was only one Nazism,” he says, “the fascist game can be played in many forms, and the name of the game does not change.” Eco reduces the qualities of what he calls “Ur-Fascism, or Eternal Fascism” down to 14 “typical” features. “These features,” writes the novelist and semiotician, “cannot be organized into a system; many of them contradict each other, and are also typical of other kinds of despotism or fanaticism. But it is enough that one of them be present to allow fascism to coagulate around it.”
- The cult of tradition. “One has only to look at the syllabus of every fascist movement to find the major traditionalist thinkers. The Nazi gnosis was nourished by traditionalist, syncretistic, occult elements.”
- The rejection of modernism. “The Enlightenment, the Age of Reason, is seen as the beginning of modern depravity. In this sense Ur-Fascism can be defined as irrationalism.”
- The cult of action for action’s sake. “Action being beautiful in itself, it must be taken before, or without, any previous reflection. Thinking is a form of emasculation.”
- Disagreement is treason. “The critical spirit makes distinctions, and to distinguish is a sign of modernism. In modern culture the scientific community praises disagreement as a way to improve knowledge.”
- Fear of difference. “The first appeal of a fascist or prematurely fascist movement is an appeal against the intruders. Thus Ur-Fascism is racist by definition.”
- Appeal to social frustration. “One of the most typical features of the historical fascism was the appeal to a frustrated middle class, a class suffering from an economic crisis or feelings of political humiliation, and frightened by the pressure of lower social groups.”
- The obsession with a plot. “Thus at the root of the Ur-Fascist psychology there is the obsession with a plot, possibly an international one. The followers must feel besieged.”
- The enemy is both strong and weak. “By a continuous shifting of rhetorical focus, the enemies are at the same time too strong and too weak.”
- Pacifism is trafficking with the enemy. “For Ur-Fascism there is no struggle for life but, rather, life is lived for struggle.”
- Contempt for the weak. “Elitism is a typical aspect of any reactionary ideology.”
- Everybody is educated to become a hero. “In Ur-Fascist ideology, heroism is the norm. This cult of heroism is strictly linked with the cult of death.”
- Machismo and weaponry. “Machismo implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality.”
- Selective populism. “There is in our future a TV or Internet populism, in which the emotional response of a selected group of citizens can be presented and accepted as the Voice of the People.”
- Ur-Fascism speaks Newspeak. “All the Nazi or Fascist schoolbooks made use of an impoverished vocabulary, and an elementary syntax, in order to limit the instruments for complex and critical reasoning.”
Coming out of 2020 I think that if there was anything for the general public to “learn” this year, it is the idea that hierarchy promotes compartmentalized consequences.
Ok thats kind of abstract but this entire year, we had hundreds, thousands, entire countries crying out, ‘you can’t just treat a global pandemic like its not happening’ and wondering why, why, why, is there this delusion that if you pretend everything is OK, it will be, among so many people
but like, I think we should all have learned by now, it isn't ‘pretending’ that is going on in the USA, and in the UK, and in other places that will not sufficiently control the coronavirus. It isn’t some kind of idiocracy scenario where everyone at every influential level just has to be dumb. The issue is that in hierarchical, right-wing countries where there are very distinct and profound inequalities, people lowest on the hierarchy suffer consequences of leadership actions first. Then as things get worse, even the effects of a disease or a natural disaster which seem like they wouldn’t discriminate, consequences work through more compartmentalized demographics. The structure of society doesn’t change in response to the crisis. Think like, a rocket dropping different stages of its propulsion as it blasts off. It’s still mostly rocket-shaped at the end! The mega rich and the politicians that capitulate to them are in the nose cone.
You are the fuel in the second stage propulsion.
This is where the old logic, “oh the top NEEDS us or else the value of their wealth evaporates, so they will protect us” fails because as long as the loss is not TOTAL, the hierarchy looks the same and looks normal no matter how many times it gets chopped off at the bottom until you get to the actual destruction of those at the tippy top at which point there is no reason to evaluate anymore.
This is why popular apocalypse scenarios ideate some kind of UN-DENIABLE OMNIDESTRUCTIVE DISASTER that cannot be put aside, because the strategy is to put disasters aside, and put them aside, and put them aside, and as long as it doesn’t come down to just them in the top compartment of life, their position continues to have a basis.
But that means, it will feel like and even ‘be’ the end of the world for people long long before there is any incentive for the most powerful people to behave like it is. Hierarchies don’t just exist to dominate the decisions of the majority or to consolidate wealth, they exist to create compartmentalization in society so people do not feel the consequences of political choices equally, and the more divisions in society the more compartments any given disaster has to eat through before it gets to the people in charge, the more layers of armor their wealth and power have from material truth of the real world.
i’m tired of vaguing about it. watching you people post about and idolize bts is the most irritating thing and even more because i’m black. everyone knows they’re racist. it’s fucking known that the leader has said the n word. it’s known they’ve worn cornrows and have been called cool when we’re called dirty and ghetto. it’s known that they’ve appropriated our culture multiple times. not to mention that photoshoot. and it’s even worse because i know y’all act like they’re all pure n shit (which is a whole other type of racist stereotype) and then turn around and call us scary and ghetto. and on top of this? stop using aave. i’m especially tired of being told i sound like a kpop stan because i use language my community created.
((ok to reblog, don’t add on if you aren’t black))
relating to this post:
- RM imitating black people
- RM saying the n-word
- RM in dreads
- this fucking mess on suga
- mouthing/saying the n word
not specifically related to this post but still mention-able:
also worth mentioning: if you’re nonblack its not your place to “forgive” bts for the thing theyve done. you cant forgive them for any of their antiblack shit because guess what? youre not black. be quiet.
I’m sorry they W H A T
It’s funnier when you find out that’s his dad.
that fact made this even better
That actually makes it 100000000% better bc it means it’s not some creepy rando getting up in his face.
Me seeing the video without any context: that’s rather unfortunate that even men reporters are getting harassed now when we want it to be no one getting harassed when will the public learn
Me seeing the context: oh that little shit loves his dad and just wanted to mess with him at work this is certified cute now
Context makes me so happy
Is Iron Man Military Propaganda?
In short, yes. It’s designed, with direct influence of the U.S. government and paints a skewed narrative of American foreign policy, one in which the U.S. military neither causes nor exacerbates any of the destruction seen in the film. The blame is passed entirely to industry and to hostile foreign entities, a narrative decision whose ripple effect can be felt throughout the series.
A number of studio films each year have the distinction of military funding, so it’s hardly shocking that a company like Marvel, despite its anti-weapons manufacture flagship character, would tie up with Defense Contractor Northrop Grumman in 2017. A chief complaint to this comic partnership was the ethos of Tony Stark, which fans used to lambast Marvel for its hypocrisy. But this hypocrisy wasn’t new; it had been built into Marvel’s DNA ever since Iron Man hit cinemas. The possibility of military partnership isn’t a bug in the Marvel machine. It’s a feature, and it’s one we haven’t really stopped to grapple with as the Marvel Cinematic Universe has grown in global influence.
The MCU often sees heroes struggling with power and how to wield it, but its questions of intervention are locked within an invisible framework, one that allows for lip-service to questioning power, yet one that implicitly comes down on the side of power itself, forever protecting the American status quo in the larger Marvel narrative.
The closest thing to a counter-example comes from the other side of the globe. A story like Yeon Sang-ho’s Psychokinesis, the 2018 Korean superhero dramedy, wouldn’t fly in the MCU. Yeon’s film features a working-class father gaining powers and fighting off police violence against the poor; in the process, the film seeks to hold real-world power structure accountable, rather than using metaphorical villains that let real ones off the hook (Metaphors don’t quite work as intended when the real issues being alluded to are also present in the narrative, but remain unaddressed).
Time and time again, Marvel’s villains have been adjacent to real-world structures, but they are never the structures themselves, despite embodying their flaws. In this film, Iron Man isn’t tackling an unjust system. He’s simply fighting a few bad apples. The film’s big-bad, Obadiah Stane, isn’t framed as evil for selling lethal weapons, period, but for selling these weapons to America’s enemies. In the world of Iron Man, one created in part to appease the D.O.D., civilian casualties and unjust interventions are never framed as American problems.
The cinematic language we’ve grown used to speaking over the last decade is, essentially, incomplete, until we decode this fundamentally propagandist aspect of some of our most beloved blockbusters. Filling the gaps with our own conversations and critiques becomes vital when such vast swathes of our culture claim to speak truth to power, but ultimately take its side. […]
Fourth in a series I of comics about protesting safety tips I made with @this.is.ysabel . This one is about the dangers of police surveillance and how to avoid it if possible. Keep being safe when you go out. Don’t get snatched!
“I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table. Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too. Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush. Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say – what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp. Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right? Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow. I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.”
literally cannot figure a better metaphor for me trying to clean up my shit and be an adult than that scene in derry girls where they’re forced to clean the local chippy and theres a montage with inspirational music playing, they’re all motivated and doing things and then after a while the music stops they look around and its so so much Worse than when they started and james is using mayo on the windows
like. thats me actually
Sometimes reminiscing about pre-quarantine I feel like minor Russian royalty reminiscing about pre-communist revolution times. I’m like…ah yes I used to wear different beautiful outfits to work every day and shake the hands of many people without fear. I would simply leave my house and stroll into a bar for a last-minute cocktail with a friend. I would knock back oysters, sitting elbow-to-elbow with others at the counter. there were plays and concerts I never went to. The tzar invited us over often and had a GIANT chandelier
but someone else could.
that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.
(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)
but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.
it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.
and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.
(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)
but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.
someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.
I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.