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I don't think I can say this with enough emphasis--if you are not Jewish, you don't get to decide what is and is not antisemitic.
There's no ambiguity here. Zero. I am sick and tired of being lectured at by goyim about how, 'oh, ackhtually, your explanation of how my words are antisemitic is off! You're trying to stop the discussion by being inflammatory!'
Or to be told that I am cheapening the term antisemitism, and that people used to react to it before October 7th, but now they're numb to it, which is just what happens you start using serious accusations for political means!
It's... genuinely astonishing to me. I'm consistently amazed by the arrogance, audacity, and disrespect it takes for you guys to lecture Jews on what antisemitism is.
Have any of you goyim experienced antisemitism firsthand? Is it your people who's experienced antisemitism for 3000 years? Is it you who has family members rescued by Schindler? Was it your ancestors who fled from constant, unending pogroms in with nothing but the clothes on their backs? Have you ever had someone tell lies to your friend about you sexually harassing people because you're a Jew? Have you ever had to sit and think whether you should mark down that you're Jewish on a job application? Have you ever felt unsafe and compelled to take off your Star of David because you've been afraid you'd be attacked? Have you ever had to worry about a professor who constantly brings up the war in class marking your assignment down because it talks about Israel being a democracy? Have you ever had the feeling of acid being splashed on your soul when you see antisemitic comments? The ice water rushing down your spine when someone is antisemitic to your face, and you feel the weight of 3 millennia of oppression bearing down on you?
No? Not you?
Then sit your ass down, and frankly, shut the fuck up.
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castielsprostate · 3 months
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hey americans, please fucking vote this year! thanks!
signed,
the rest of the world
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raaorqtpbpdy · 3 months
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All the Danny Phantom artists who draw Danny with lichtenberg figures should, logically, also draw Vlad with acne scars, but they won’t. The world isn’t ready for that yet.
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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You know, I feel like other trans people might get this, but it's honestly kind of refreshing when a cis person has, like, undeniable tboy/tgirl/whatever swag. It's like when you come across somebody who speaks the same language as you and you only find out when they start speaking it, too.
#trans#transgender#lgbt#lgbtq#ftm#mtf#nonbinary#all this to say that we are existing on a rock hurling through space#and this universe is going to collide into another and does it all truly matter in the end?#a lot of this is based on ideas we have about what constitutes certain people and i think it can be a fun observation#so long as you do not inherently ascribe certain traits as being indicative of who somebody Is#it can be amusing when you're SO confident that somebody is a certain way until you realize how Wrong you were#the amusement for me only comes because it's like... 'you tried your best to box somebody and you FAILED lmao'#and in a weird way it's kind of comforting because it reminds me that we all come into this world with bias that Will be challenged...#...so the best thing you can do is recognize those biases and then try to overcome them through great effort...#...so yes maybe i did think that cis dude had tboy swag but. that's not inherently his problem you know?#it probably just means he's confident in his manhood in a way that reminds me of the trans men* i know and love#i noticed that in him and it reminded me of my friends who are trans so i think 'oh! maybe that's why he's giving off those vibes!'#so while i won't treat him any differently before or after finding out i was wrong i'm still going to appreciate the fact that...#...he and i are literally just Vibing on the same planet and we both don't have time for petty arguing about manhood#i'll acknowledge what inspired those thoughts in me but that is Not his problem and that's good and beautiful actually#i don't always mind the tboy/tgirl swag meme just so long as you don't treat it like an Inherent Trans Experience Only Trans People Have#just recognize where those ideas are inspired from and it's fine <3#sometimes you will be Wrong and that's actually fucking neutral <<3#anyway rant over i just think this is /generally/ harmless and fun#like astrology. sometimes you just look up your star sign without ascribing your Entire Life to it <3#i think what i lot of people mean by saying a cis person has tboy/tgirl swag is just that...#...that cis person has an understanding of themself that comes from deep introspection that isn't necessarily expected of cis folk...#...but it is often something trans people do as part of our exploration of gender...#how is this the FIRST POST to reach tag limit... ask me for more thoughts if you want lol!
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personthattoleratesme · 4 months
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The husband energy has been through the roof today what is in the air
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send-me-a-puffalope · 6 months
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oughh Elizabeth Lail’s terrified expression,,, you will always be iconic
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whaliiwatching · 9 months
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get remixed, bitches
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intrepid-creations · 6 months
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Sometimes you haven't drawn in like a month and a piece just kinda explodes out of you.
10/27/23
Photo heavily referenced from @and-speak's amazing photoshoot of the Autumn Knight.
Check them out for all your glorious armor-y vibes needs.
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flhoarder · 10 months
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Peak PE teacher moment
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Buddie confession scene but it’s just Buck telling Eddie how “Whatta Man” started playing in his head the day they met and Eddie was shirtless
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I've seen some mixed takes on this so it would be interesting to see the actual stats.
Non-Brits, how do you think the British monarchy works politically?
If you're British and know the answer please just pick Option 6.
(Also please reblog this because there's no way to tag this so that it breaks containment)
Option 1: The monarchy is an absolute dictatorship only beholden unto itself. Parliament drafts legislation on their behalf and can be consulted for advice on policy, but all power ultimately lies with the King.
Option 2: The monarchy is a branch of government with equivalent administrative power to Parliament, like the US President is to Congress. The King can and does veto legislation from Parliament they don't like, and directs policy initiatives with Parliament's backing.
Option 3: The monarchy is a subordinate branch of government like the British Supreme Court, acting in an advisory capacity to Parliament. The King is a recognised, active organ of state, but he isn't empowered to pass or approve legislation. The monarchy observes and intervenes where they deem necessary, but Parliament gets the final say.
Option 4: The monarchy, though officially a branch of government, serves no active administrative purpose. The King is a cultural ambassador and respiring rubber stamp that can request special exemptions from Parliamentary policy but cannot contravene, criticise or condone anything Parliament attempts to pass.
Option 5: The monarchy has no affiliation with the state anymore whatsover. The Windsors are just a random rich family we keep around for the tourists' benefit.
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e-the-village-cryptid · 6 months
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i want bix to deal with her trauma in messy fucked up ways in season 2. put actual healing second to avenging her old self. burn like a sun that destroys the empire around her while simultaneously consuming herself. suppress fear and sadness while trying to convert them into more, more, more rage. get beyond angry if anyone tries to stop her from her single-minded goal of killing every imperial on ferrix, even out of concern or to try to get her to take a break. meet up with cinta. burn hot in contrast to cinta's burning cold. detach from everything but reclaiming ferrix. realize at some point that the drive for revenge can’t sustain her and she's hollow and she's imploding but she can’t stop and she won’t stop she'd rather burn herself to ashes if it means taking just one more imperial with her
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river-muse · 4 months
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It's 3:23 a.m I just spent my night finishing this hyper-specific meme redraw because of an offhand comment about my fic and I couldn't get it out of my head.
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Soft Touch Baby
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3
(If y’all want a tag list or something let me know, I’m already up to part 8 or 9 in drafts. I don’t know how many more parts there will be after that, but I’m willing!)
Eventually the god-awful hitching in his breath stops. The trembling stops. The tears stop. His breathing slows down, his mind comes back online, and he takes a deep breath.
“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. “That sounds better. You back with me?” He punctuates it with a slow hand down Steve’s back, and Steve never wants to leave.
He forces himself to lean back, sniffle and wipe his face and try to rein himself back in, laughing quietly when Eddie hands him the entire tissue box on his nightstand. “Back,” he mutters, sniffling again. “Sorry.”
There’s enough light coming from the hallway that Steve can see the brow Eddie raises at him. “Sorry for trauma? Cut the crap, Steve, and tell me what I can do.” He shifts so he’s sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed. “Wanna talk about it?”
Steve huffs out a humorless laugh. “No.” He picks at the corner of the tissue box. “You died. We were back in the Upside Down, and Dustin was just standing there, and I was getting annoyed because it’s not like we haven’t been through this before, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do, which fucking sucks, but. Anyways. He was standing there, so I walk over and I- I see you, and…” he shakes his head. “Guess you tried to be the hero or some shit. I don’t know. Fuckin’ broke me.”
“I’m here,” Eddie promises again, hand palm-up on the comforter between them. Steve stares at it for a second before taking it.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another breath before he trusts himself to look up at Eddie’s face. “You are.”
Eddie cracks a joke, because he’s Eddie. “So I tried to be the hero and I couldn’t cut it, huh?”
Steve might still be figuring out his own emotions, and where his feet exactly are (he’d been sitting at an awkward angle and his legs fell asleep), but he knows that tone of voice. “You know why I said that?” He asks. “Why I told you not to be the hero?”
Eddie snorts. “Think your subconscious just told us exactly why. I woulda died.”
Steve shakes his head. “I told you not to because I couldn’t risk it. I know you would’ve, no hesitation. But I needed you safe. Alive.”
Eddie giggles. “Well, shit, man. Way to make me feel like a dick.”
Steve squeezes the hand he’s holding and somehow manages a teasing tone back. “You do that well enough on your own.”
Eddie groans and flops backwards, head narrowly missing the tissue box. “You wound me,” he says dramatically, and Steve starts laughing.
Eventually Steve gets his emotions under control and Eddie sits back up, tugging on their joined hands to get Steve’s attention. “You thinking you can fall back asleep?”
Steve shrugs. “I usually stay up and read or listen to music or whatever.”
Eddie grins. “How about breakfast instead?”
Steve laughs incredulously. “At three in the morning?”
Eddie shrugs. “You’re not gonna sleep. I’m not gonna sleep if you’re not. We might as well. Plus, pancakes just taste better in the middle of the night. It’s a well-proven fact of life.”
Steve giggles. “You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he says, uncaring that his voice sounds unbearably fond.
“Why thank you, my good sir,” Eddie says in an absolutely atrocious British accent, almost tripping over himself as he tries to get off the bed and bow at the same time.
Steve very carefully doesn’t think about the fact that they’re still holding hands.
He flicks on the light as they enter the kitchen, then immediately regrets it, hissing and shutting his eyes. “Fuck, I forgot.”
Eddie pauses. “Your eyes need to adjust?”
“No, man, fuckin’ headache, just… just gimme a second, I’ll be fine.”
Eddie reaches over and flips the switch back to off. “Y’know,” he starts, quieter than normal, “I’ve never made pancakes in the dark before.”
He squeezes Steve’s hand, pulls him forward a few feet. Steve, eyes still closed, lets him.
He startles at the feeling of something cold on his forehead, only after the fact registering the sound of the freezer door opening and shutting. “Thanks,” he murmurs, squeezing Eddie’s forearm before moving to grab the ice pack, adjusting it a bit and sighing. “Tylenol in the bathroom. D’you mind—”
“‘Course, sit down, I gotcha. Want a Coke? Does caffeine help or hurt?”
Steve hums. “Hurt. Water please.”
“I’m on it. Nurse Eddie, at your service.”
Steve smiles as he imagines the overdramatic bow Eddie probably took. “Nurse Ratched, maybe.”
Eddie gasps in mock offense. “I will have you know I’m an excellent nurse.”
“Mhm. You’re takin’ a while on those meds, excellent nurse.”
“I- you- be quiet,” Eddie lands on, at odds with the soft squeeze to Steve’s forearm as he brushes past on his way to the bathroom.
Yeah, Steve thinks, I’ve still got it.
Pt 7
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