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Jolly Spiffing

@niffnafftriv-blog / niffnafftriv-blog.tumblr.com

Awkward maverick, nerdy with a penchant for gaming. Strong sense of equality. Reads too much fanfiction.
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So its been a while, but I am coming to the end of my access course so everything is up to my eyeballs. Hence why I haven’t been on here much...I mean it seems bizarre. I am literally typing so much on my pc that I have no time for anything else, plus I am so bored of my pc by the end of the day I spend my nights having a couple of hours of Dead Island Riptide. Only a few weeks left and I am free...until uni starts in October. Ahhhhh, starting philosophy degree. Much more exciting than this course I am doing now. Anyway, I have Stardew Valley and am just waiting for version 1.1 until I play...want to marry Shane... He is just awesome. So, there is my random blarb. Hope to be back writing fiction soon.

TTFN

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I’d like to thank my friend Avistew Teague for translating this!

So important.

This is so well done!

For anyone out there who is uncomfortable labeling themselves as a feminist, I ask you to take a second to read this and ask yourself if you agree with all of these points. If you do, congratulations! You’re a feminist!

And that’s a good thing! Feminists want everyone to be treated with the same dignity and respect, want everyone to have the same opportunities and chances in life, want everyone to be safe, happy and healthy, in control of their own bodies, able to access necessary healthcare and educational opportunities: to be equal.

Feminist is not a bad word.

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Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

Fucking creepers. May I ask how feminism or anything similar would actually have prevented this from happening? This ya already socially unacceptable.

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Men - because to be clear, I called them ‘strange men’ because they were strangers to me, not because there was anything abnormal about them - act this way because they are raised in a culture that lets them believe their time and opinions are more important than the time and opinions of women, and that as a consequence, they are owed women’s attention. They are socialized to believe women should be grateful to them for their attention, and that they are being denied something rightfully theirs when women are not.

Raising someone with feminism, the idea that all sexes/genders are equals and thus no party is beholden to or more important than another, would have prevented this by not allowing men to grow up expecting ‘rights’ that are not actually theirs. You say this is socially unacceptable, but there were 20+ people on that train who actively watched us being harassed and did not say a word. It is socially unacceptable, but this kind of thing happens to me and many other women multiple times a week, with often more traumatic results.

So, yes, I believe more feminism would prevent sexist moments like this. Also, water is wet, the atmosphere is 78% nitrogen, and cheese is addictive.

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calliopehoop

REBLOGGING FOR THE FUCKING COMMENTARY

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Tidus’ Spiral Cut overdrive is just so funny to me though because it is so obviously a move created by a city boy with little to no combat experience. it is his Very First Limit Breakand he’s trying so hard

Auron: “When you’ve endured many attacks, you can channel your rage into powerful techniques and lay waste to your enemies. I, for example, plunge my blade into the earth and blow up my foes with a surge of fire magic. It is a technique I call Dragon Fang. It served me well during my days with your father and Lord Braska, and I suspect that you’ll have need of such skills before our journey with Lady Yuna is finished. What have you come up with?”

Tidus: “… I’m gonna do a flip. And, uh. And then I’ll hit them extra hard. Like so hard.”

Auron: “…”

Tidus:

Auron: “…”

Tidus: “DID YOU SEE IT”

Auron: “… Yes, Tidus, that was very good. Jecht would be proud.”

Just yes. I can never look at ffx again without realising Tidus is a city boy and his moves are too exaggerated. Bless him. And bless you for seeing this. I can imagine Auron being exactly like this.

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Zombie apocalypses are curiously lacking a large array of common equipment that could neatly control the situation.

“But we can’t build walls to contain them!”

Moves by truck, train or boat. Ridiculously common. And see those holes on the bottom? Mobile by forklift. Also, HEAVY, even when empty they’re in the tons. If you had some warning you could string these things end to end for miles and human bodies can’t move them. Plus they’re nice and wide so you can comfortably walk on top of them for patrols.

“But we don’t have easy ways to kill them!”

Put the shotgun down you fucking idiot.

No tires to pop. Heavy and slow but inevitable. Climbing required to enter and thus, relatively zombie proof, especially if you spend like an hour to protect the glass.

A lot of large farming equipment can destroy cars.

Want to guess what it’d do to a decaying human body? It’s not pretty.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Merely flattening them with common construction equipment or farming gear isn’t enough.

OM NOM NOM NOM.

“But we need ways to move a lot of people that zombies can’t stop!”

BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER. Deer don’t have a chance and neither does a zombie.

“But that’s not good enough!”

NOW it’s time to call our friend the military because this ride stops for no one.

Do I need to keep going or is it clear the movies are bullshit yet? Seriously a dozen prepared people with heavy equipment licenses could clear an entire street of zombies AND powerwash it after.

Country folk can survive

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a headcanon i have about meteor is that it’s the planet’s self destruct button; the black materia which summons it created because the cetra had enough of jenova’s ‘lol, you planet’s delish~!’ bullshit and that sack of alien flesh is going down. they didn’t give a fuck anymore.

except they did when black materia was finally created ‘okay maybe this is a terrible mistake you guys’, and so the white materia, basically the ‘lmao no, we’re not blasting off’ button, was created. 

of course, with the black materia created, the question was ‘what the absolute fuck are we gonna do with it????’ especially with jenova becoming a Popsicle and being no threat. 

since i don’t think materia can be destroyed? only depleted? the cetra realized they were absolutely fucked if some asshole got their hands on it, and so the temple of the ancients, with its convoluted security system, ‘boy, i sure hope no one bypass all of these obstacles’, was created, and the white materia was handed off among them.

then again, the white materia isn’t a benevolent device, what with its ‘93% eliminate the fucker who summoned meteor, and the specie they belong to, just in case’ so some specie is gonna get royally screwed over.

*cut to sephiroth, getting the black materia, holding back the white materia’s influence*

‘okay this fucking asshole’ 

Going back to a question I asked about materia before, this headcanon could actually stand to be a real plot point. I mean to me it definitely could wrap up some things that I feel the game kinda leaves unsaid. I never truly understood why the black materia was created, unless it's one of those "no good without evil" deals...which seems a little meh. Like you're just covering yourself by saying that when the ancients created the ultimate saviour materia, the ultimate destruction materia popped out too in some cosmic balance deal. It's a little lame. I totally think that the ancients would have considered destroying the world to stop jenova while she munched on the planet, created the biggest bomb they could, then thought "oh crap this is crazy" and were forced to make the white materia in case some prat decided to use the black materia...which maybe could explain why black materia is so big. Maybe it's older or they had time to manufacturer a lot of energy for it, while the white materia is kind of a rush job, hence why it doesn't fully work against the meteor. Anyway. I love your thinking!

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“You don’t have to say thank you, it’s their job.”

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON

Why would you teach your child to be rude and ungrateful. Literally why.

Fun fact: My mom taught me to thank EVERYONE. I thank the bus driver, I thank the guy at the Taco Bell drive-through window…I THANK THE TACO BELL MACHINE THE PERSON TALKS THROUGH. The sad thing is…almost everyone I know thinks this is weird. I’ve had people look at me funny because I thank the bus driver for being there because if he wasn’t I couldn’t get home safely. My friends question me because I’m thanking Taco-Bell guy because where else am I going to get cheap, crappy, delicious food for 3 drunk ass people at 2am? It’s called being a human being. Try it.

If someone does something, anything from doing dishes to picking up something you dropped to holding the door for you, you say thank you. They did something for you they didn’t have to so they deserve a thank you. It’s called appreciating the community you live in and the people around you.

For real. A lesson men in particular need to learn.

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