Turns out I have the object permanence of a baby
Hey why are your spices in the bathroom and/or your toothbrushes in the kitchen
I keep getting this question so I feel like I need to clarify:
I put everything in one room as a form of comic shorthand to get my point across quickly, the same way I don't really have fist fights over where to put the cleaning supplies. I don't actually keep my toothbrush in the kitchen lmao
I want all of these. Especially number 4. If there's a minimum wage, there needs to be a maximum wage. You want more? You pay more.
Warehouse 13 - New Year’s Eve
Couldn’t get Christmas art done on time, but I had the time for New Years!
I joked a few minutes ago about how in internet discourse anyone over 25 is a “queer elder” but come to think of it most of these young discoursers don’t even believe such a concept exists. Gay men who watched their entire friends groups perish to AIDS are “privileged cis gays,” older trans women who use dated terminology to describe their own experiences are problematic, elders are just a conservative old guard to rebel against, and anyone over thirty who speaks to you at all must be a predator. The first time I heard the phrase “okay groomer” online, it wasn’t coming from self identified conservatives but from tiktok teens reacting against leather at Pride. You guys are ignorant and uncultured and proud of it!
Nobody hates you because you’re young. They hate you because you’re ignorant and annoying. Hope this helps.
Speaking as a “queer elder” (don’t really feel like one but shit if we’re joking about anyone older than 25 being one might as well roll with it). To my young queers (and my young LGBT+ folks who don’t use queer).
You are not getting pushback from the older segment of the queer community because you are young.
It’s because you came into the spaces we built for you and instantly tried to kick us out.
It’s because we opened the doors for you and you walked in and demanded that everyone you don’t like leave. You demanded that the kinksters, the crossdressers, the freaks and the weirdos, the non-binary trans folks, the people with conflicting identity labels, the people who apparently don’t enjoy their smut “the right way” leave.
It’s because you have thrown yourself into queer spaces with all the fucking audacity of a straight white woman raging at a rainbow flag in a grocery store, wailing about how it’s not appropriate for children.
It’s because you apparently think that you have some right to tell us, and other queer people your age, HOW to be queer.
It’s because a SCARY number of you think that using the word queer is bad in the first place.
It’s because so many of you have come here drowning in radfem rhetoric, and your response to being corrected is to scream “pedo!” At any queer peer who disagrees with your puritanical approach to kink and fantasy.
It’s because so many of you think that being LGBT+ means you can’t possibly hold onto the conservative values you grew up with, and when you’re called on it you attack anyone and everyone in your way.
Us queer elders aren’t hating on you because you’re young. It’s because you have come into the space we built- a space that we built on from what OUR queer elders built. Which was built on what THEIR queer elders built. And so on, all held up by a foundation of fucking blood of the queers who did not fucking survive, who we lost before I was born, and continue to be lost.
If we seem hostile to you and the ideology you bring? It’s because us elders know a threat when we see it. And the shit I see SO MANY of you young queers saying IS a threat. No different than the threats we’ve faced before. Except this time. It’s coming from inside the fucking house- and we won’t tolerate that.
Some of the replies to this drain my everlasting soul.
Ah, just the Warrior Nun and her Sisters
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So much to unpack in this series. I think I found my fav style of writing and it's definitely Simon's (Director) & his writers'.
Apart from contrasts, the show managed to discuss sensitive topics & I'm in love with it.
The show also emphasizes the concept of duality. You'd go from "Watch your language" to "Fuck that shit up" LOL Plus the show's humor is so dry I can't believe it's THAT charming lmfao.
Oh well yeah, of course, there's a healthy relationship in this show as well (#Avatrice) I was worried but their connection was surprisingly slow & steady. WenClair fans are waiting while Ava and Beatrice exist, and are canon & wholesome - give them a chance!
Myka: So, this is your beloved Halloween aisle?
Helena: Welcome to Endless Horror.
Myka: Huh. I see Pete’s been re-naming artifacts again…
aaand this is the whole point :)
Southern Appalachian Mountain area:
Carolina Abortion Fund (NC & SC)
For my Bering and Wells crewmembers, with the news that AfterEllen will no longer be an active site, I screengrabbed The Interview. Just in case.
Helena continued to break into Myka’s apartment several times.
“What th- AGAIN? Really, Helena?” Myka let out a frustrated groan when she entered the kitchen and saw Helena sat on a stool, drinking tea. “You’ve got to stop this. You can’t just keep breaking into my apartment like it’s not a big deal!”
“Well, I won’t have to pick your locks if you give me the key,” Helena muttered, just loud enough to be heard.
“Uh, no. I will not let you trick me into giving you my house key. Do not give me that look. Those puppy eyes won’t work this time.”
“Oh, it worked once?” Helena teased.
Myka groaned as she dragged a hand over her face.
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Just when Myka thought Helena really did listen to her and stop breaking into her house.
After a long day work at the Warehouse, Myka went home and found Helena was siting on her sofa.
“I don’t think doormat is the safest place to put the spare key,” Helena said while twirling a key around her fingers.
“I figured.” Myka grumbled.
Myka snatched the key from Helena’s hand, causing Helena to pout.
“You’re more than a hundred years old, Helena. Stop that.” Myka rubbing her right temple with her index finger.
“But I found the key.” Helena continued to pout. It was ridiculous.
“My. Apartment. Key.” Myka sighed. “I’m serious, Helena. Why can’t you just knock on the door like people do when they visit?”
“Would you let me in?” Helena’s face is unreadable, the teasing smile was certainly gone now.
“What?”
“Would you let me in if I knocked?”
“I…”
Helena stood up and gave Myka a small smile and oh God that sad eyebrows, Myka felt an odd, unknown fluttering in her stomach.
Helena left, without getting an answer.
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Myka was sliding the pancakes onto a plate when Claudia emerged from the guest room and headed towards the breakfast bar. Claudia had been staying overnight during the weekends at Myka’s apartment whenever she got the day-off. Sometimes Pete would stay over too, but he had been on a retrieval with Steve since Friday.
Myka loved the company.
Speaking of company…
When Myka sat at the breakfast bar and poured a cup of coffee for Claudia, there was a noise coming from the front door.
“She’s not gonna stop, is she?” Claudia grinned as she took the coffee from Myka.
Myka let out a sigh and slid off the stool, making a beeline for the front door.
She opened the door and there was Helena, crouching in front of the door, locking picking tools in her hands.
“Ring the doorbell or knock on the door,” Myka said, and she shut the door.
A few seconds later there were three knocks on the door.
Myka opened the door and Helena was standing there, looking a little nervous. Myka just left the door open and went back into the kitchen. She missed Helena’s confused puppy face.
“Come on in HG, there’s breakfast!” Claudia yelled.
Myka opened the cabinet and found the tea (that she bought for Helena, though she would never admit it). When she turned around with a mug in her hand Helena was already sitting beside Claudia.
Placing the mug in front of Helena Myka went to get some milk and sugar, and put some bread in the toaster.
“I want eggs,” Claudia said around a mouthful of pancakes.
Myka smiled and turned to Helena, placing the milk and sugar on the bar. “Omelette? or scrambled eggs?”
“Myka makes a mean omelette,” Claudia said. She picked up her plate and walked to the living room, turning on the TV to watch some cartoon shows.
“An omelette sounds lovely,” Helena said, still staring at Myka with that confused puppy face, trying to figure out the situation here.
Helena poured some milk into her tea after it was steeped long enough for her taste while Myka put all the ingredients for omelets on the counter and started to chop some vegetables.
Helena brought the mug up to her mouth and took a sip, brow furrowing as she watched over the rim of her mug as Myka cracked some eggs into a bowl.
“What?” Myka asked, looking at Helena while stirring the eggs carefully.
“You opened the door,” Helena said, sounding surprised.
“Yes. That’s what people do when someone knocks on their door.”
Helena chewed on her lip, that confused puppy dog look still on her face, and Myka’s lips quirked into a smile in spite of herself.
Myka wiped her hands on a cloth while walking slowly towards Helena who startled a bit when she saw Myka standing across the bar in front of her. Myka put away the cloth and openly stared at Helena. She could hear Helena’s breath hitch as she leaned across the bar near to Helena.
“Next time, just knock on the door,” Myka whispered.
“Or maybe you could just give me the k-” Myka closed the gap between them and captured Helena in a kiss before Helena finished the sentence.
They both closed their eyes, sinking into the kiss for a moment until Myka pulled back, Helena’s eyes still closed.
“I will think about it,” Myka said and gave Helena a soft kiss on lips. All Helena could do was nod wordlessly.
“Are you guys done smooching yet?”
Myka and Helena turned their heads and saw Claudia standing at the kitchen entrance, one hand covering her eyes, another holding her plate.
Myka smiled. “Yeah Claude, we’re done.“
“Oh good. I’m just here to get more coffee and more food because I’m still hungry.” Claudia uncovered her eyes and walked towards the bar.
Myka let out a chuckle and went back to making their omelettes.
END.
shout out to my beta @crimsoncat21 !!! you’re awesome 💖💖💖
Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.
But queer is more inclusive
And faster to pronounce if you are talking instead of writing.
It’s not more inclusive, and if your excuse of using a slur as a blanket term is “it’s faster to say”, GENUINELY what is wrong with you
It’s called economía del lenguaje.
It’s also the respected academic term?? The acronym isn’t static and it’s usage is varied by things like generational difference, location, and knowledge of the community. Even just in the U.S. in the last few decades the common usage gone from GLBT to LGBT to LGBTQ, to LGBTQA/LGBTQIA/LGBTQIAP/etc (Which, let me tell you as someone who has given presentations in the past using these updated acronyms, are all real mouthfulls), to LGBT+.
Also yes, queer is more inclusive! Especially coming at it from an academic standpoint, people didn’t always use or identify with the terms we use now and you can’t always try to cram them into our modern perceptions of sexuality. We can argue for years about whether a famous historical figure was gay or bisexual or straight and trans or whatever, but if we can all agree that they were somehow queer then using that term allows us to move past the debate and into productive discussion. And not everybody everywhere shares the same terms for sexual and gender identity, or even the same concepts of those things, so queer really is a more inclusive term in a lot of cases.
Like yeah if you’re talking specifically about gay or trans people you can just say gay or transgender, but if you’re talking about more than one identity or someone who doesn’t conform to our perceptions of ‘LGBT,’ or a person or people whose identity you don’t know, queer is just the better word.
“That’s SO gay”, “Oh my god, you’re not a LESBIAN, are you?”
Your words are slurs, too. Why do you get your words, but I don’t get mine? What makes you so special?
I’m here, I’m queer, go fuck yourself.
queer is not a slur, stop drinking the TERF koolaid
every time one of you fools spout about ‘queer is a slur’ a terf laughs because their fucking plan to make that word ‘taboo’ is fucking working you dipshit.
I did not get my degree in queer literature for you all to keep pulling this bullshit.
baby gays,,,, i beg of you to learn your queer history and stop listening to terf bullshit
every single one of our labels has been used as a slur against us.
terfs and -phobes are always going to try and hurt us with what we identify as. but the fact remains these are OUR labels and always have been.
we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.
I don’t know if this is just because I’m not American but I’ve never heard queer used as a slur. Ever. Meanwhile gay was the insult in the 2000s here. Everything you didn’t like was ‘soo gay’. Queer wasn’t even a word most of us knew back then.
It just baffled me that people would think an identifier is automatically a slur just because someone uses it to mock someone. If we did that gay would be a slur. Stupid would be a slur. Autistic would be a slur.
The reason people are upset about the word queer is that it’s a unifying term. You can say you’re queer and all people will know is that you’re part of the community. But you can’t say you’re LGBT, you have to say you’re gay or trans or ace. They don’t want you to be ambiguously queer. They want you to say which kind of queer you are so they can decide whether you’re undesirable.
yeah in the 90s and early 2000s kids would call each other “gay” as an insult. But no one ties themselves in knots over whether “gay” is a slur. So yeah, please ffs learn your history.
25 years ago an unknown Chinese protester stood in front of a tank in defiance of the government. No one knows the identity of the man but he was given the nick name “Tank Man”. This is one of the most iconic photographs of the century.
It’s actually been 27 years now since the incident known as the Tiananmen Square Massacre occurred. The picture above, famously referred to as “The Tank Man” was actually taken on June 5, the day after the massacre. (Which honestly makes him the one of the bravest person, to go back and stand up to a regime after such a terrible event transpired)
So what happened? I’m gonna give the TL;DR version:
Content Warning for video: blood
“Tell the world…”
I cannot stress how important it is that people remember and know about this event. Do you know how China responded? With lies and censorship.
Even now, in 2016, we do not have an official death toll on the Tiananmen Square Massacre, the Chinese government doesn’t even acknowledge the event as a “massacre”. And they weaves these cover stories of “counter revolutionaries trying to overthrow the government”. Therefore, the violence was necessary to ~protect~ the people. (Or some bullshit like that)
The amount of lying and censorship in China is, quite frankly, scary amazing. Tumblr, which somehow managed to fly under their radar, found itself being blocked in that country.
After all, tell a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.
And those who remember the incident in China? …………well, you tell me.
Please at least REMEMBER this tragedy. Untold innocent lives were lost, and a nation has been fed a lie for almost three decades now from their oppressive af regime.
I have never seen this video before.
What the fucking hell.
What the hell.
Tiananmen Square happened when I was seven, and let’s just say children have a really interesting way of interpreting information.
I just remember thinking it was a happy event, because all these people were out on the street, and at first the army were interacting with these people. And it almost looked like a festival because people were singing and talking, and hopeful. And then tv coverage for the events got cut off.
The blocking of the live coverage had all the adults anxious, nobody said anything for ages, I just remember my grandmother saying, “Just be glad your father isn’t in China, now.”
And that stuck with me to this day. Because yeah, if dad had been in China then he would have been in Beijing studying, he would have been on those streets with those other students.
It was the first time I knew that something horrible had happened to all those people I saw on the television. I don’t even remember how I knew that the army must have shot at the civilians, I just knew. Because when you grow up in China, especially in the 80s you knew there were things you don’t say, that you can’t express in a public forum, because that can get you and your family in trouble. You just knew, and it didn’t fucking matter if your were a child or an adult.
To this day I don’t remember how I found out what happened in Tiananmen Square, because the news covered it up, but people found out. My grandparents knew, my uncles and aunts knew. Extended family visited my grandparents, I remember people telling my mother not to mention my father’s name because my father was a Chinese Beijing University graduate, who had gone overseas. Because there were people who died in the protests that my dad knew.
And it was all just so frightening because nobody was telling me directly what was happening, but I just knew that all the people on the streets was probably dead.
Looking back on it, Tiananmen Square instilled in a me a life long distrust of governments, but especially the Chinese government. I’m ethnically Chinese but I never want to return to China, not even for a holiday, and this has been my attitude even before Xi Jinping took power. Because Tiananmen Square was a peaceful protest that ended up with the army using heavy artillery against their own people. How can you trust in a system, in a government like that? Because if my dad had delayed further studies overseas by two years he would have been one of those students, one of those fucking kids on the streets that would have died.
And you know, when the Umbrella movement was happening in Hong Kong I was deeply panicked and just anxious because I kept on thinking all those people, all those kids are going to be killed. And when that didn’t happen it was such a relief.
When I found out years later that Chinese people a few years younger than me didn’t know what happened in Tiananmen Square I was so fucking angry. I can’t even articulate the rage and the sheer tiredness of it all.
Dad and I talked about Tiananmen Square a few times through the years, broadly, politically, and at times with sheer rage on dad’s part. I don’t even know what I wanted to say, but just fuck this fucking regime.
I was In Hong Kong when Tiananamen Square Massacre happened. Hong Kong was still a British colony then and had full freedom of press, and its reporters were there recording live footage while trying to stay as long as possible when tanks rolled in and shots were fired, when students lay in blood and their fellow students piled the injured bodies on those wooden plank carts to get them to the hospitals, while asking the Hong Kongers who were there to support the movement to please remember that night and spread the story of the massacre far and wide, because they already knew they would be silenced, if not imprisoned or murdered.
That night, and in the upcoming months, Hong Kong was in perpetual tears, and in literal shock.
Hong Kongers were mostly Chinese, just south of the border with people traveling back and forth. It also shared a language, and so HKers could follow the whole movement and hear news that western media had little access to without the distorting effect of translations. And they followed very closely, because by then, Hong Kong was already scheduled to be returned to China in 8 years time. How the Chinese government dealt with the movement would be a sign of how it’d treat dissent, how it’d treat people who’re used to the idea and practice of freedom.
What they saw was deadly. Ugly. It broke the hearts of millions of Hong Kongers who trusted that The Chinese Government had left its Great Leap Forward, its Cultural Revolution days behind. Those who could leave, left. Everyday the airport was filled with families about to be torn apart, who decided to trade the life they had in one of the richest, most vibrant and freest city at the time with the unknown, just so their own children would have the freedom to speak their minds, to have a higher education and not to be seen as the enemy of the state because higher education always led to independent thinking, to questioning, to asking for a better government as those university students in Beijing in the spring and summer of 1989 did.
The heartbreak and fear was almost palpable in its intensity. Most HKers were refugees from China or 1st generation of them. Unlike the HK youths now protesting who are more generations removed, they felt much more connected to the people in China. They still saw themselves as Chinese, like those students in Beijing. They mourned. They cried and cried and cried. They wore black or white everyday like it was the death of their closest relatives. TV stations played these Tiananmen Square clips all day. I can still play many of them out of my memory, can still recite what the students and government officials said (for example, they didn’t use tear gas because they only had three), the songs played — I know every word of China’s national anthem for that reason; the students were singing it. They were patriotic. They demanded reforms because they wanted their country to do better. 8964 was and still is, etched in my psyche. It is just one of the long list of atrocities this government has done against its people, but this one, I was close enough to feel it.
China censored the June 4th Massacre quickly and thoroughly — if you believe China has censored queer material, for example, I’d say this — the extent of that censorship is not even close to what a true China censorship does. A true Chinese censorship is you can’t find the info, or a hint of that info anywhere. You can’t talk about it in a roundabout away. You can’t change some elements of time/place/person and pretend it’s fictional. It would literally ban the numbers 8,9,6,4 from search results, even though the searcher may really be just be interested in the numbers themselves. Whoever speaks of it may be sent to the police station for a “discussion”; their family would be sent, if the speaker is outside China; the speaker may be arrested, and may never be seen again.
The western worlds pretended to be enraged about the massacre for a while and soon forgot about it, kept its diplomatic relations with China and did business with its government as usual. UK returned Hong Kong to China as scheduled, on July 1st, 1997. The city has been the only place that insisted on the mourning the victims and had done so insistently, consistently for 30 years, holding a yearly candlelight vigil in Victoria Park until this year, when because of the protests, the Chinese government decided to not even pretend to honour the international treaty they signed that promised HK its freedom until 2047 anymore. They shut the vigil down in the name of the pandemic (there were <10 cases/day then). Still, some people risked being arrested to go to Victoria park and lit their candles.
The Chinese government fears HKers for this reason. They are outside their iron curtain / firewall but have always been close enough geographically, culturally and ethnically to know and more so, to care. And there’s nothing more a government like China’s fear than people who insist on remembering the truth. With the National Security Law in place in Hong Kong now, probably the yearly vigils can’t continue. To understand how insane that law is, by writing this reblog, by saying things that make you dislike the Chinese government, I’m already in violation of its Article 38. It doesn’t matter I’m writing it in a foreign country. It doesn’t matter I’m a foreign citizen. That law includes everyone on Earth.
Yes, that includes you. And you. And you. And you. They can arrest you for trying to overthrow the Chinese government if you pass the borders of Hong Kong.
Please help remember 8964 Tiananmen Square Massacre. That summer day, Beijing citizens asked Hong Kongers to please remember this event for them because they knew they wouldn’t be able to afford to remember it themselves. Now that Hong Kongers can’t afford to remember it anymore, I’m hoping that everyone who reads this to please remember it, for the students who perished only because they wanted their government to be better, for the Tank Man who, on his way home with his groceries, decided to stand in front of a tank all by himself because it was the right thing to do.
Please do your research! There is so much misinformation out there and a lot of lies.
Everyone should know the truth so please try to know as much as you can so you can spread awareness and help!
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