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GRADE SCHOOL SJWS stop using social justice language to explain shit to your conservative parents IT’S NOT GONNA GO THROUGH now all they have are some new words to make fun of. don’t tell your mom she’s being fatphobic tell her she’s being a dick
You gotta use their language to get through to them. Don't talk about the evils of capitalism, talk about rich assholes stealing the blood, sweat and tears of hard-working Americans (or whichever equivalent). Don't talk about privilege, talk about people being spoiled and having it easier, or being out of touch with the real world. Bond over distrust in the government, then slowly explain what it is that government is actually doing.
This one may be more US centric, but many bigotries can be dealt with by talking about freedom and American values of being founded on immigration and equal opportunity. If they're mad about violent protest, tell them freedom is worth fighting for.
This won't always work, but I've changed a lot of minds this way. Deprogramming a cultist mindset isn't easy, and it takes time. But they're being fucked over by the same people we are. The trick is to get them to see it too, and stop supporting their own oppressors. Once the big lie is exposed, they'll begin to question every other bullshit thing they were conditIoned to believe. That's when the real healing can begin.
literally just learned after 23 years of existence that annie get your gun is not a sequel to beloved redhead musical annie.
Daily Affirmations
I. am. enough.
I am. a beautiful person.
Everything. is going to be okay.
I am deserving. of love.
My balls. are huge.
I am allowed. to feel happy.
ALT
this is a very fifth eye open galaxy brain mood
60 weeks of DBT group in one tweet
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can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context?
You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.
You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.
You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.
You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?
Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog?
Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.
Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.
But man.
That stuff is scary.
shit just got creepy
Or maybe magical healing doesn’t leave scars or damage. It is magical, after all.
So after years of fighting, your skin is still perfect. Unmarred. In fact, you’re actually in better shape than regular people who don’t get magical healing when they fall out of trees or walk into doors or cut themselves while cooking dinner. You’re in such good shape that it’s unnatural.
And the really good healing magic takes away more than just the obvious injuries. You first start noticing it after about ten years when you go home and haha, you look the same age as your younger sibling, that’s funny.
Not so funny ten years later when they look older. Or forty years later, when you bury them still looking like you did at twenty. When do you retire from this gig anyway? How much damage is too much damage?
How many times do you glimpse the afterlife, or worse, how many times don’t you? What do you live through, get used to, show no outward sign of except a perfectly healthy body, too perfect for any person living a real life.
How many times are you sitting in a tavern with your friends and you hear the whispers, because the people around you know. How can they not know? Your weapons shine with enchantments and your armour is better than the best money can buy and there is not a damn scar on you. You hardly seem human to them.
How long before you hardly seem human to yourself?
And you find yourself struggling to remember the places where the scars should have been, phantom pains that wake you screaming, touching all the old injuries and finding nothing there. It’s all in your head. Was it ever anywhere else?
How long before you’re fighting a lich or a vampire or some other undead monster and you wonder…
…what makes me so different?
And then there are the healers.
It starts with determination. This woman held a sword and shield and ran out and protected you, and earned a grievous wound in exchange. She gave herself so that you could live, and you will not let her go gently. Under your touch, at your request, the wound begins to close. Flesh heals. Bones knit. Nerves mend, capillaries unburst, hair regrows, and she is whole again.
She will not die under your watch.
But then - who will? The blacksmith making your weapon, horribly burned when his apprentice overheats the forge - healed, smiling as he returns to the hammer and anvil. The carpenter whose back broke when she fell from the roof of your house - mended, walking again, her family no longer in danger of starvation. The farmer who grows the wheat that goes into your bread, caught by a scythe in the field - whole once more.
The waiter with a burned finger, repaired. The cart driver with arthritis, mended. The child, injured falling down a hill, healed so his parents won’t be distracted. The dog, running after the child, healed so the child won’t be distracted and fall down another hill.
Everyone hurts sometimes, and you can heal it all, you can save them all.
Except when you can’t. The injuries too grave to repair, or so old that they can’t be fixed. You weren’t there, you weren’t fast enough, your faith wasn’t strong enough, you couldn’t save them.
An infinity of tiny disasters that you couldn’t prevent keep you awake at night. Your body is whole, miraculously so. Theirs - careless. Thoughtless. Mended with your magic, but only at your sufferance.
Would it be so bad if they learned a little discretion? Would it be so bad if you taught them to hurt?
Or perhaps it starts with fascination. You can see how the flesh comes apart, and you know how it was meant to be. How hard would it be, really, to put it back together? How truly difficult, to make whole what should be whole? So you do. It’s the work of a moment. Flesh heals. Bones knit. Nerves mend, capillaries unburst, hair regrows, and she is whole again.
It was so easy.
You heal the warrior, and the wizard, and the monk - the elf, and the dwarf, and the gnome. Each body has a different shape, each body goes together differently, each body healed is new information.
The blacksmith, thick and muscled. The carpenter, lithe and strong. The farmer, tall and bulky. The waiter, thin and desperate - the cart driver, old and frail - the child, young and undeveloped - the dog, not even humanoid.
You find all the differences, and you can catalog them all, you can understand them all.
You know how they all go together. And one sleepless night, it occurs to you: you’ve been artificially limiting your research subjects. You’ve been waiting for people to get injured so you could see how they go together and make them be that way.
Nothing’s stopping you from taking them apart yourself.
It would be so easy.
“Bottom line: There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content.”
This? In particular? Pisses me off. I hate it.
I hate the implication that all porn is interchangeable and devoid of cultural value, so it’s no big deal when a decade’s worth of creative endeavor produced by a vibrant subculture is destroyed, because, whatever, it’s just dirty pictures.
I hate the disingenuous inability to see a distinction between a website that is about porn only, and a website that allows people to blog about all of their interests and aspects of their lives including sex and porn because those are normal parts of the human experience.
It’s the most tone-deaf bullshit.
This post was made after the porn ban of Dec 2018. I’m reblogging because OP is still right.
There’s no way to interpret this data to conclude domestic terrorism is a problem across ideology. Right-wing extremism is the problem.
Always has been.
Wow.... so you’re telling me you took an action that resulted in the death of one person...... to save the lives of many people.... who would have died if you did nothing??? that sounds so familiar
computer, I need to feel something again, show me Yakuza 3 Kazuma Kiryu Transgender Ally Substory
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listen. listen. the consumption of animal products is about mutually beneficial relationships Not domination and that's why prioritizing animal r*ghts over animal welfare is an absolutely brain fungus take to have
urban leftists who've never so much as raised a chicken will be like "umm think about the politics of your diet???" because they can't conceive of the fact that domestication is an incredibly sweet gig for most livestock where they don't have to look for their own food or shelter or water are protected from predators and also get free healthcare and a quick clean death
100%
The actual issues with our current livestock system are because of capitalism and industrialization. Can we please focus our energy on the global paradigm being cruel and unsustainable to us, the planet, AND livestock instead of getting lost in virtue signaling