“And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.”—Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via apinilips)
I was just on your blog and like a week ago someone said you're anti-sj. if you're anti-sj, what are you pro? (this is a legitimate question).
Anti-sj is kind of a term that sounds more extreme than it is and probably also doesn’t cover what most anti-sj blogs or people that agree with it are about.
We’re not anti social justice, or against help and equality or anything like that. We’re anti the aggressive counterproductive “pseudo helping” attitude that sometimes runs rampant on tumblr under the guise of social justice. It just became kind of easy to call the people against that anti-sj and most blogs ran with it.
So for the record, I’m not against social justice itself, I’m against the toxic and stupid tumblr brand. Let’s see if I can find a few examples real quick.
[safety is now discrimination]
Or that time that people running a blog all about how white people food is shit and stupid accidentally made fun of asian food on there and quickly apologized because you can’t insult asian food it was only garbage if it was white.
Or that time death treats were sent towards a innocent tumblr blogger who posted a photo of herself in a kimono because she was “culturally appropriating” despite if being a gift from her host family abroad.
Or that time that there was a news report about the death of a white 9 year old boy over racial bullying and people responded with “cry more white tears”
Or every single time when someone claims to be offended and it’s used as a excuse to bully or threaten everyone who opposes them. And then saying that you are silencing and tone policing if people object to hostile bullying behavior.
Or absolutely annihilating anyone over something offensive they’ve said in the past and deeming people problematic and trash because god nobody ever makes a mistake or says something wrong ever in their lives, right?
Basically the toxic attitude that isn’t helping anyone and has driven people away from good causes. No room for debate, questioning things isn’t allowed. Hiding behind social justice as a shield of immunity in general and abusing that. Seeking problems behind everything and using it as an excuse for abuse, aggression, restricting and bullying.
So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.
Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.
”—Emily Palermo, An Open Letter to the Men Who Told Me to Stay Out of Adult Conversations (via starredsoul)
wow. okay. this is not an absolute top 3, because it’d take years for me to decide which ones are my favorite, but these three destiel fics are the first ones that come to mind that i recently reread and that i really genuinely love:
don’t panic by deans1911 (which i can’t actually find anymore on ao3, but there’s a download link here) 9k words.
"Dean is a Secret Service agent. Castiel is his ex-KGB handler."
Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It’s only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.