This one’s great. Which Jesse? Pinkman? McCree? Team Rocket? They all fit, and none of them have ever done anything wrong except for the armed robbery every single one of them has definitely committed.
Can u LITERALLY imagine dying and having ur body donated and instead of being used for research or organ donation some tumblr yahoo with a url like “cummy-kitten” buys your skeleton and takes selfies with it and unknowlingly youre at the center of tumblr drama but youre fucking dead
What a wild hypothetical that, for the sake of my fragile emotional well-being, I will assume is not based in some hellish recent event I have yet to hear about!
real talk though people are taking the pokemon design thing waaay too seriously. theres people who are fucking furious about the designs and then theres people who are furious about the people being furious like please… it is a fun little movie about a fun little man.. going on a fun little adventure in a little detective hat… please…
No one talks about how seeing celebrities in real life breaks your brain.
For example, a few days ago, at a nice little bakery near Byron Bay, I ordered an iced latte and stepped to the side to wait, I was one of only a two or three people in line. A few moments later everyone else has their drinks, and a gentleman walks up to the counter with his wife and his dog.
It’s a cute dog, it’s a beautiful lady, it’s a handsome man.
Wait, that’s not a handsome man.
That’s a handsome Chris Hemsworth.
It occurs to me that this man is, in fact, the god of thunder, the cute dumb possessed one from ghostbusters, the huntsman from that one Snow White remake with Bella from twilight. Yes, that is Chris Hemsworth.
Now, I’m torn because while the counter staff are (understandably) fawning over the celebrity who they seem to have encountered a few times before, my iced latte has been forgotten. I’m standing to the side, two feet from Chris Hemsworth trying to decide wether to focus on him, or his dog.
His back is to me, he has a very cute dog.
I focus on the dog.
A while passes and Chris and his dog and his wife start to leave, and then they’re walking away which is fine. A lady behind the counter looks at me.
“You had the latte?” She says, grabbing the milk jug from under the steamer.
“Iced latte.” Her coworker corrects her, pouring my drink, “I’ve got it.”
He looks to me, “sorry for the wait, we were a bit disracted.”
“Yeah, I get it,” I say, “that was a really cute dog.”
They stare at me.
They think I’m serious.
I look like a fool.
“I’m kidding.” I say finally and they both laugh as he hands me my beverage, after fifteen minutes of waiting.
I wasn’t mad that I had to wait.
I get it.
But now, a few days later, a gif crosses my dash, one of Chris Hemsworth; a blooper from Thor: Ragnarok.
Before now I’d think “wow what an attractive man. Beautiful. Stunning.”
Now all I can think is “that man made me wait fifteen minutes for a latte.”
It’s fine.
I got my drink.
However, Thor in my mind is no longer Thor…. he is latte man.
This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.
Holy shit ._.
Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.
For those having trouble reading the text:
We had a campaign in D&D where we assembled a steampunk-ish time machine. After many sessions travelling through time, uncovering mysteries and learning harsh lessons about changing history, we had to stop a time-travelling cult from destroying the gods, and therefore the world. We failed.
Our machine crashed, we were stranded earlier than we had ever been able to travel. We found the Gods, but only a few of them were present – it was as if some had never existed. Then we realised – we had to become those Gods. Our party was entirely divine (Cleric, Paladin, Avenger, Invoker), and each of us was a worshipper of a god who had been unmade – and we were the only people in existence with enough knowledge of the forgotten deities to assume their roles.
But two of the players were worshippers of Io (in his twin forms of Tiamat and Bahamut, who would of course form later after Io’s ‘death’), and only one could become Io. The other would have to be the un-created Asmodeus.
So the most just, honourable and dedicated Lawful Good paladin I’ve ever seen roleplayed became the god of tyranny and evil. If he hadn’t, the gods would never have defeated the primordials, and the world would never have been completed.
In our setting, Asmodeus is every bit the epitome of evil you would expect him to be. Nobody but the gods who abide his presence know him as otherwise. He adheres to his role because he knows he has to – and that in doing so, the world can exist. He can never tell anyone his duty, and no-one who knows can ever discuss it.
In the farthest recesses of the Nine Hells, in a chamber sealed tighter than any other in existence is a pocketwatch of finest gnome craft with a photo of his family in it – his wife, son, and little baby girl.
They were killed by an orc army marching under the orders and banner of Asmodeus. Their deaths are what drove him to become an adventurer.
Without a doubt, whiteness is a bigger enemy of “white culture” than anything else.
As for me, if I had to name my ethnicity, I guess I’m German-American; and once upon a time, that used to really *mean* something, used to be something deeper and more meaningful than Lutheran church and polka music and pretending to give a shit about soccer. There used to be extended families, schools, Sprachenbund, festivals, distinct communities, all that good stuff, but that’s all gone now. “Now it is just another someplace where automobiles live,” as Herr Vonnegut once said. And it’s the same story with Irish, Hungarian, Swedish, Italian, Norwegian, Russian, et cetera and so forth immigrants to this brokedick country; there used to be rich, vibrant communities of European immigrants and the children of European immigrants that kept alive art, music, folklore, language, all that good stuff, that said loudly and proudly, “We are here, and this is who we are.”
That’s all gone now. Nowadays, ethnicity within whiteness is just an excuse to drink expensive beer at a folk festival once a year. And people of color didn’t do that, naw, the dominant WASP society did that, and we were complicit in going along with it, because we benefited materially from it, nevermind what we had to give up along the way. They’ll try to sell you a bill of goods about how integration did this; it’s actually the opposite.
White pride is not cultural pride because whiteness is not a culture; whiteness is the Borg. The truth is that white-identitarianism is how come I never got the opportunity to learn Diets on my Oma’s knee.
It’s stuffy and takes a long time to set up and is more reading than anyone feels like doing but Rudolf Rocker’s Nationalism and Culture is a huge-ass take on basically this by other means.
As a Jewish person who married into an Irish-German-Geek family, this is scarily accurate. They were astonished that my family had this entire side-culture that had nothing to do with America OR really to do with religion, but was entirely about being Jewish (culture) – music and food and jokes and language.They had no traditions that were specifically German or Irish or Greek (or even any celebration of that particular blending). My husband didn’t even have the (to me) expected smattering of German or Greek words in his vocabulary, and had no knowledge of the cuisines.
Even their Christmas traditions were kind of… homogenized Americana.
I have felt this strongly for a very very long time.
I have nothing of my Greek or Hungarian backgrounds, and almost nothing of my Jewish background because to earn whiteness, my family shed its cultures, its languages, its stories, and its everything. What I have of those things, I have had to excavate myself and there is so much that I don’t have the tools to access. Whiteness is like a gaping wound in my identity, its a sucking void that prevents me from finding the ground of my history to put my feet on.
whiteness requires that we do violence to ourselves in order to access it, there should be no surprise that it is expressed through diverting and amplifying that violence outward.
I experience whiteness as violence, and I genuinely do not understand how other white people find a place within it, and doubt that any of us do.
and maybe this is the source of white insecurity, the instinctual knowledge that we are trying to exist in a non-space, a space of lack, an emptiness. We defend whiteness because we live in a world that tells us that it will keep us safe, when we know on a gut level that the shield is made of cardboard, that the protection it affords is barely more than a placebo.
Whiteness is a poison. we can choose to counter it with an antidote, or we can poison ourselves and those around us for the appearance of safety.
Whiteness = Cultural Bleach
I’m more Scottish than I am Lebanese, and I only have a cultural connection to one of those.
This feels pretty nail-on-head. The most culture I ever had was growing up in Louisiana, and that was more or less limited to holidays or visiting Granny and Pawpaw.
I know no significant French, Cajun or otherwise, I don’t celebrate Mardi Gras save for a cursory rememberance, hell I can’t even tell the difference between Creole and Cajun.
The fact is, I’m just white.
I remember a while back, maybe about two years ago now, seeing a tumblr post mocking the AncestryDNA commercials where they would have European-American people (read: white people) who were like, “Well, we thought we were [insert European ancestry here] but we’re actually [insert a different European ancestry here].” And it annoyed me so much.
Like, how dare you mock someone who is just trying to get a little bit of their ancestral cultural identity back? And not only that, you don’t know their story, why they chose to take those tests. Maybe they’re adopted or their parent(s) were adopted, maybe they don’t know one or both of their parents, maybe their family records/stories are unreliable.
You wanna know why white people get DNA tests from AncestryDNA and 23 and Me and other companies?
This is why.
Because to reiterate what @adriannu said: if we’re Americans, we’re just white. Our cultural identity was lost long before we were born.
it seems so strange to me that the only people it is socially acceptable to live with (once you reach a certain stage in life) are sexual partners? like why can’t i live with my best friend? why can’t i raise a child with them? why do i need to have sex with someone in order to live with them? why do we put certain relationships on a pedestal? why don’t we value non-sexual relationships enough? why do life partners always have to be sexual partners?
No lie but I think my best friend and I are going to get married. (We’re definitely getting married if I re-enlist.) I broke up with my most recent ex and, well, he was always going to be part if my life and I kinda thought, yeah, this makes total sense actually.
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