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xibalbaa · 1 year
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Chang, Victoria. (2021). Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence and Grief. Milkweed Editions.
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a child in a house in a forest in a town
I am standing in the middle of a cold room in a two-story house in the middle of the woods. Outside it is snowing, and the day begins to turn into night. The sun is setting, and yet there is no sun to speak of. The air is chilled in a way that makes goosebumps travel along my arms, and it makes a cold, empty feeling of loneliness seep into my chest.
Outside the house is a backyard where two little children are playing with the snow. Outside the backyard is the deep, dark expanse of the forest, and outside of the forest is a small European town that does not want me. I stand in the bedroom of the two-story house in a backyard in a forest in a town and the empty feeling in my chest grows so deep that my hands are shaking and my lungs can not expand and I am scared that this is forever. 
I hear the stairs creaking. I know no one is coming, so I imagine it is a ghost. I turn around and the ghost is me, and as I stare at myself I realize that a ghost is all I have, and I have not spoken in two days, and if a ghost is the only thing that will listen then it is better to talk to it than to stare into the empty window from which I can not see the sun. 
I open my mouth, and words come out, and they are hoarse and tired but I am saying them out loud, and the ghost will listen. I tell the ghost about the show I started watching. I tell it about the boy who pushed me down in the hallway at school. I tell it about the snow and the sun and the forest and the town and when I have no more words left to speak, I turn around and realize that the ghost is gone. The ghost was never there to begin with. It is only me, and the creaky stairs in a house in a backyard in a forest in a town, and I am lonelier than ever, now.
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treacherouswar · 6 months
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My tears ricochet is so immigrant child coded
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olive-garden-hoe · 2 years
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Being multilingual is just *tries to open the emojis* *accidentally hits the switch keyboard* *αρχίζει να πληκτρολογεί στα ελληνικά* *desperately trying to switch back to English* * sélectionne le clavier français*
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6footeel · 4 months
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haven’t made any decisions about his colors yet so i kind of just had fun with it lol
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river-of-wine · 10 months
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A long way from home
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htub · 10 months
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The Jor-El A.I. looked so sad when he realized Clark doesn't understand Kryptonian.
HE DID he was trying so hard to connect to him and explain who he is and Clark just can't understand him and he presumably can't understand Clark either 😭 idk how well the AI can perceive time and emotions etc/how much of Jor-El he is, but he was created for one single purpose and spent years laying dormant waiting and now that Clark is finally here he just,, can't.
And if it's at least in some part Jor-El's consciousness rather than a full emotionless AI that looks like him (since usually it is) that's his SON and they don't even share a language. Kal-El who he loved so much that he did all he did to save him from a dying planet, and he's alive, he really survived, but he was raised by strangers (and bless them for it) on a strange planet with strange customs and now they can't even communicate. Jor-El can't tell him about Krypton, his people and his own family, and he can't ask Clark about how his life has been on earth either. Can't even ask him if he's happy. Clark has no idea where he's really from and no way to find out because the only one who might be able to tell him speaks a language no one on the whole planet can understand.
The sheer loneliness of it is ripping a hole into my heart and I'm not even there.
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somnas-writes · 3 months
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Zac portraying the struggle in having two very different sides in ur life and not knowing how to balance them… Mr oyama yoy will be sent my therapy bill
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croszukis · 2 months
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arber xhekaj goal — WSH @ MTL 02.17.24
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valdrift · 4 months
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ok actulaly im not done as previously mentioned ANOTHER THING i disagree with is the very common hc that kaeya's dad was abusive even tho we know next to nothing abt this guy. or rather, i disagree with how the hc is handled. bc while theres nothing wrong with exploring the topic of abuse and the effects it has on its victims, almost all the time, kaeya having an abusive father is just turned into angst fodder for the ragnvindr family to comfort. he gets flattened as a character to show off how kind crepus and diluc are and how good they are for taking him in, compared to his Horrible Monster of a birth father. it feels very white savior-like, especially coupled with the idea that khaenriah is brutal and cruel and kaeya was a victim to both it and his father, only to be "saved" by the ragnvindrs. kaeya has complex emotions regarding his father, both adopted and birth, and it feels worth exploring rather than "kaeya had a shitty dad but its fine he has a new family and everything is ok bc theyre so nice to him"
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gwydionmisha · 4 months
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mamawasatesttube · 8 months
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lex luthor is a great villain in that his genocidal levels of xenophobia genuinely make me so mad. its perfectly realistic like yeah, this is EXACTLY what a shitty white capitalist would do. clark kent is a better man than me because i want this guy dead <3
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oldtvandcomics · 8 months
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Happy Queer Media Monday!
Today: I Dream In Another Language (2017)
I watched this movie a few weeks ago, and it STUCK.
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(Don Evaristo and Don Isauro just before their first interview to record Zikril together.)
I Dream in Another Language is a Mexican magic realism movie about the death of a culture. It documents the efforts of a linguist trying to save the (fictional) language Zikril, spoken only by three old indigenous people. When one of them dies, the studies come to a halt, as the other two, Don Evaristo and Don Isauro, have not spoken to each other in over fifty years and categorically refuse to have anything to do with each other. As he looks further into this, the linguist discovers that the real reason for this feud is their past relationship and an awful lot of internalized homophobia.
Zkril is an artificial language, created specially for this movie out of respect for the people who still speak the endangered and disappearing languages today. The fact that it has seemingly magic powers, and that its speakers appear to be living on after their death, clearly puts the story into the magic realism genre.
This is NOT a happy movie. The internalized homophobia part is no joke, and the main theme of course is the loss of a language, and the culture that comes with it. 
But it damn sure is leaving an emotional impact.
I strongly suggest that everyone who is even vaguely interested in this subject read up about languages and language conservation. The Wikipedia page of this movie is as a good place to start as any, since there are related articles linked in the references list. I also would like to thank @celluloidrainbow for bringing this film to my attention.
Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!
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happyshippingnoises · 2 months
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Drew myself to help with uhhh idk breakup
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Also my brother is there (his tumblr is actually 10x more popular then mine help 💀💀💀 house full of artists)
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angstydiaz · 5 months
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far right assholes using horrific murders as an excuse to be horrific to immigrants. fucking disgusting but not surprising . They don't care about these kids, they didnt care about aisling murphy and they didn't care about the sligo murders, they just want to be racist and bigoted.
they take situations and use them to fit their narrative about "immigrants ruining Ireland"
they are using heinous crimes as an excuse for their fucking bigotry
fuck you and fuck your racist bullshit.
and for my fellow irish followers specifically those who immigrated, please be careful
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shimenchus · 1 year
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it's so telling when someone says radical feminism is "white woman shit" and you bring up the fact that in many places such as africa or asia, the only feminism that prominently exists is radical feminism, and for those places it's just considered regular feminism that you get told those women live in places that aren't progressive enough for them to understand their actions properly. to say these women are too dumb to realize that their beliefs are "bad" simply because they don't align with western mainstream liberal feminism is rooted in xenophobia and racism, not to mention a lack of understanding of the struggles and violence women from these countries regularly go through, which can range anywhere from fgm to men rubbing and wiping their cum on the back of women's clothes in trains. but of course, as usual, there's no intelligent response to this so you just end up getting blocked or get rape wished on you.
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