Okay, this is a good question, I’m going to try to be clear.
So, gaslighting is fundamentally a method of psychological abuse intended to make the victim question their own sanity. The word’s been in use for about a century, common since about the 60′s, originating with a 1938 stage play called Gas Light featuring a woman whose husband would manipulate small parts of their environment (notably the gas lights in their house) and then insist to her and to everyone else that she was remembering incorrectly, mistaken, or outright delusional. Gaslighting basically means telling someone with absolute confidence that you’re right and their memory is flawed, and you’d be surprised how damaging it can be to a person. It’s a terrifying experience, to believe you can’t trust your own mind, and it makes an abuse victim a much easier target. It’s considered something of a hallmark of psychological abuse–so much so that it’s used in brainwashing techniques.
For example:
Sue* invites Jane over to her house for a playdate. Let’s assume they’re ten or so–old enough to ‘know better.’ Jane brings a doll, and Sue likes the doll very much. At the end of the playdate, Jane goes to pick up her doll and take it home, and Sue starts crying and won’t let go of Jane’s doll.
“This is my doll, I want it back,” says Jane.
“This is MY doll and you’re lying!” Sue shouts. “You’re trying to steal it from me!”
“No, I’m not,” Jane says, “I brought this doll here in the first place.” She’s confused, because she knows the doll is hers, but Sue is her friend and, normally, Jane would trust her word.
Sue insists that the doll is hers, and starts screaming for her mother. Sue’s mother shows up and wants to know what’s wrong.
“Jane’s trying to steal my doll!” Sue cries.
Sue’s mother looks at the doll and knows that Sue doesn’t own it, she remembers seeing Jane bring the doll over, but she says, “Jane, give Sue her doll back and stop lying.”
“I’m not lying!” Jane says, starting to cry. She remembers bringing the doll over, she remembers getting it for Christmas, she remembers all this, but…Sue and Sue’s mother seem awfully sure. And Sue’s mother is a grown-up. “It’s my doll!”
Sue’s mother reaches down and picks up the doll and looks at it. “I remember buying this for Sue,” the mother says, looking disappointed down at Jane. “I can’t believe you would lie about something like this.”
“I’m not lying,” Jane insists, crying harder.
“Then you’re imagining it,” Sue’s mother says, handing the doll back to Sue. “Don’t be such a baby, stop crying. And get your imagination under control.”
Sue, doll in hand, immediately stops crying. She smiles at Jane, and says, “Or maybe you’re just crazy.”
Names/toy in question have been changed
Or, alternatively:
Yam-In-Chief: My inauguration was yuuuge, biggest inauguration in history.
Media: Um? No? No it wasn’t?
Yam-In-Chief: Yes it was!
Media: It literally wasn’t, we can prove it, look, we have photographic evidence and statistics.
Yam-In-Chief: You’re fake news! You’re lying to the American public!
Media: ??????????
So, on the subject of resisting gaslighting: trust yourself. If you believe you can’t, if for example you suffer hallucinatory experiences that make you uncertain, find someone whose report of the past you do trust. Or, barring that, write it down somewhere you can keep safe and look at it if you feel like you’re being lied to.
I am marching in Atlanta today! Stay safe and fuck shit up!!!
Sorry for the delay, but I hope the Atlanta march went well! The DC march was…wow, something else, I can tell you that much. It was incredible to see so many people turn out for something they believe in. I feel a little better about the whole situation after watching us flood the National Mall.
My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.
When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces.
When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body.
I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for.
In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather.
When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.
This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone.
Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.
When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip.
At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.
Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work.
I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again.
Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.
I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different.
To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.
In light of the great Nazi punching meme going around right now, I want to remind everyone that the people who were filmed socking Richard Spencer were members of AntiFa or another organization aligned with AntiFa. They were dressed the way they were to obscure their identity and were trained, prepared, etc. to risk and face arrest, pepper spray, violent police force etc. They weren’t just any random person.
We all should want to rearrange a Nazi face but please remember that AntiFa resistance is trained to take these actions while protecting themselves and others from law enforcement. The best thing many of us can do is to support and assist these people: by not identifying them, by not implicating them, by covering their movements and not putting ourselves or others at-risk while they are working.
Punch a Nazi today, but recognize that AntiFa and aligned organizations might fight for everybody but they don’t go into these situations as everypeople. A clear understanding of their actions, goals, and the risks of their work is paramount to their safety and success.
-random applause that eventually encompasses the entire cafeteria -skipping classes to go to your friend’s lunch periods -”come with me i dont wanna go alone” -not knowing who you’re singing happy birthday for -“hey if i pay you will you go through the line and get me something” -knowing your id number so you can actually eat -only wearing your id during lunch period -that ONE security guard -”what’s even for lunch today” -HOLY FUCK IT’S CHICKEN NUGGET DAY -those girls who chill in the bathroom doing their makeup -fights = dinner AND a show -”hey what lunch do you have this year” “b” “damn i’m in c”
What the fuck does any of this mean why is there a security guard in your school what
America, you ok?
No, we’re not okay. What do you mean you don’t have security guards in your schools other countries? We don’t even just have security guards, sometimes we have actual fucking police officers.
U gotta go through a metal detector to enter the building in a lot of public schools
And yet many kids carry weapons in their pockets or purses to keep safe.
In my hs a girl brought in a can of pepper spray in her panties behind a belt cause she had been threatened to be attacked (i know cause she was attacked and sprayed the whole dam hallway, during lunch actually). Also culinary kids were allowed knives in their bags.
“I understand there’s been some confusion online as to whether it’s ever right to punch a Nazi in the face. There is a compelling argument that all speech is equal and we should trust to the discourse to reveal these ideas for what they are and confidently expect them to be denounced and crushed out by the mechanisms of democracy and freedom.
All I can tell you is, from my perspective as an old English socialist and cultural liberal who is probably way to the woolly left from most of you and actually has a medal for services to free speech – yes, it is always correct to punch Nazis. They lost the right to not be punched in the face when they started spouting genocidal ideologies that in living memory killed millions upon millions of people. And anyone who stands up and respectfully applauds their perfect right to say these things should probably also be punched, because they are clearly surplus to human requirements. Nazis do not need a hug. Nazis do not need to be indulged. Their world doesn’t get better until you’ve been removed from it. Your false equivalences mean nothing. Their agenda is always, always, extermination. Nazis need a punch in the face.
(And the argument that such assaults allow Nazis to get more attention doesn’t work so well when they were already going live on a national television network, because this is where we are now. This is how normalised their presence in our culture is.)
i want you to understand that the fact people are saying “it’s wrong to punch a nazi” isn’t something that sprang out of nowhere.
this is what happens when we tell minorities that they cannot speak too loud. that kneeling during the national anthem is “disrespectful.” that protests are riots, that any form of civil disobedience is suddenly too much to handle. when we say that anger is “fighting fire with fire,” when we silence the efforts of minorities by poking holes in the manner of protest. this is what happens when we let people believe in ideas like reverse racism, like anti-male discrimination. when the idea that they are losing the upper hand is the same as hurting them.
this is what happens when we humanize nazis in cute documentaries. when we have “talk shows” where each side is “represented” and one side shouts down the other. this is what happens when we say that the true way to protest is silent, to “just take the high road”. when we treat inhumanity and cruelty as just another “opinion.”
we understand when captain america punches nazis without asking if they’re really just “misunderstood.” we know instinctively, like him, that they’re bad. but for some reason there’s this horror when real people become as violent as real nazis. how awful we are! “lowering” ourselves! we’re just as bad!
this is a vicious cycle of silencing and gaslighting. that feeling that you get when someone says “when you’re mean to the other side, you’re just like them,” that’s what it feels like to be gaslighted. that nausea, that unfairness you feel crawling up your throat. that’s when you refuse to shake hands with your bully and being told by your teachers that you’re just as bad as he is.
it’s bullshit. it’s a lie they tell you so you keep your voice down and your hands still and you don’t make a fuss. it’s a lie so they can ignore you because one person screamed too loud or broke their rules - and one person will always break the rules. it’s the lie that calls feminists militant, it’s the lie that claims black people are thugs and violent, it’s the lie that lets them ignore everything. and if it’s in place, if it’s happening anyway: ignore it. some people need to be punched in the face. i don’t mean there’s no place for discussion. but when someone believes in the eradication of a people based on religion, you punch them in the face. this isn’t a moment for moral relativism, about how two wrongs don’t make a right, about fire with fire, about bullshit. this is me, and my morals, and realizing some things aren’t going to be solved with polite pleas.
listen to me. i’m 5′2″ and if someone gives me the chance, I will punch the ever loving shit out of a nazi.
There is no way around a fact that the First Order concept and culture is deeply and uncritically inspired by Nazi imagery. I am still pissed off at creative decision to use Nazi chic IN SPACE! like you wouldn’t believe. I am also very spiteful, hence this headcanon.
Every person with vaguest idea about history of fashion knows that while Nazi uniforms were admittedly very stylish, they were also incredibly uncomfortable for the wearers. I like to imagine it’s the same case for the First Order uniforms. They certainly look like they could be.
So, imagine: at one of the deeply First Order worlds lives a fashion designer. He doesn’t really have a means to actively fight a regime. On the other hand, he has mouths to feed and workers that depending on him.
That doesn’t mean he can’t make nuisance of himself, though. And he can do it without the First Order noticing that something is amiss, even.
He gets a contract for designing and producing uniforms for officers and civilian dignitaries.
And then he gleefully makes them the most uncomfortable things ever conceived by fashion. All in the name of ~aesthetics~, of course. Of course.
(I like to think it’s generational tradition. The Empire’s boner on capes isn’t very practical, either.)
It’s the little things.
The algorithm for tailoring commissioned officers’ uniforms is one of his favorites.
It looks good. It’s trim and chic and the lines are perfect.
It digs into your waist when you sit down. It tugs gently at the front of your thighs. It pulls down in the back so you feel a tiny bit awkward and always worry about your tunic riding up and exposing a bit of flesh. Attempts to tug it up a little come to no avail.
It’s always just a tiny bit too close at the throat. The inner lining rests above the wristbones, making you feel like your sleeves are too short. The fabric is a little too thick, creasing uncomfortably inside elbows and knees when these joints are bent too far. It does not hide stains at all.
His copy reads brilliantly, if he does say so himself. “Our tailoring programs custom-fit every piece to your specific measurements.” True. “The resulting uniform works with your unique body shape to create a flawless image.” Also true. “The absolute best in military fashion for the absolute best in military history.” Fashion being, as one Coruscanti critic back in the Republic days put it, “the priority of people who never have to sit down.”
The outer fabric is sturdy, matte, and able to repel low-level energy bolts. It will also do a great deal to resist a vibroknife. The specialized equipment necessary for cutting the pieces out add quite a bit to the price, to the point where they cut significantly into his profits, but all will be well worth it the first time somebody attempts to have their uniform retailored. Moreover, the fabric is an astoundingly poor insulator, and even worse at blocking the wind.
The lining is soft, pleasant to touch, with a tendency to grab and bind when slid and pressed against skin. Say, like when you sit down. Its insulating qualities do as little as possible to make up for where the outer fabric is lacking in that regard, and it tends toward clamminess when wet, and is slow to dry.
None of this will pose too much of a problem on board ship, but whenever they’re out in the field, they will suffer. One does what one can.
He has a lucrative, multi-decade, exclusive contract with the First Order, and at the celebration dinner when the new uniforms were revealed, he made sure to introduce everyone at the head table to his friend who specialized in personal armor design, with the suggestion that the old stormtrooper armor, though a fine design, could perhaps use some minor improvements.
Whenever he feels off these days, all he has to do to cheer himself up is imagine a First Order general sitting down.
this blog is 100% supportive of ppl who punch nazis in the face, the act of punching nazis in the face, and fully believes all nazis should be punched in the face
talking about Rosie The Riveter, fun fact: while the We Can Do It picture has become the most-well known depiction of her in modern times, it wasn’t really a famous image when it was made–in fact, it wasn’t even intended to be her
the most famous depiction of Rosie The Riveter during WWII was probably Norman Rockwell’s painting
note what she’s resting her foot on
i fully support anti-fascist/anti-nazi butch lesbian rosie the riveter
huh i sure do feel like reblogging this for no particular reason today
anyways…if u think my ass is gonna be able to watch the next Star Wars movie see krylo ron and like be impressed by his powers when I just saw daddy v waste everyone in like 1 min….you’ve got a whole other thing coming
My mother told me that violence was never the answer.
My mother told me I was handsome; you can’t always listen to your mother.
What happened to letting the other guy throw the first punch?
Nazis don’t throw the first punch. Nazis burn the first Reichstag.
Aren’t the Left supposed to be the tolerant ones?
Supposed to be the smart ones, too, but they keep falling for that “I
thought you were supposed to be the tolerant ones” horseshit.
What about dialogue?
Dialogue is for reasonable people acting in good faith. Dialogue is
between two acceptable positions. “Taxes need to be raised” vs. “taxes
need to be lowered” is grounds for dialogue. “Taxes need to be raised”
vs. “Jews should be thrown in ovens” is grounds for a beating.
But isn’t this sinking to their level?
That depends. After you punch the Nazi, do you espouse the tenets of National Socialism?
No.
Then you’re better than a Nazi.
But doesn’t this just give the other side ammunition?
The other side in this argument are lying fucks who can twist any
piece of information into a swastika-shaped balloon animal if you engage
them in good faith; lacking a piece of information, they’ll just make
shit up. Might as well punch a Nazi.
What about peace, love, and understanding?
Great goals, and once we get rid of the Nazis we can get to work on
them. All three are completely impossible when Nazis are about.
When should you punch a Nazi?
Whenever you get a chance. Preferably when they’re not looking.
What if they’re smaller than you?
Hit them with your fist.
What if they’re bigger?
Hit them with a bat.
Isn’t this a slippery slope?
After we defeated the Nazis in World War II, did we keep shooting people or did the troops come home and start having babies?
The second thing.
There you go. The slippery slope argument is nine times out of ten
bullshit. Human beings are good with slippery slopes: we build stairs.
What if you think you’re punching a Nazi, but you just hit a white guy with a shitty haircut?
Run.
What should you do if you hit a Nazi?
You should run then, too. Don’t get me wrong: punching Nazis is still illegal. We’re discussing morality.
But I don’t want to punch anyone.
Then get off your duff, mister, and give aid and support to the boys on the front lines. We’re all in this together. Again.
The media is WAY underplaying the women’s march in DC. there are OVER A MILLION PEOPLE. Not “around half a million.” OVER A MILLION.
It’s amazing. Chanting “Black lives matter” and “my body my choice” and “lgbtq and e; we just want equality.” Over a million people shoulder to shoulder with signs and anger channeled into action. THAT’S what the march was.
I talked to a police officer in DC today who said that there were about 1.6 million people. A guy who’s lived in DC for twenty years said that this was bigger than any Independence Day celebration he’s seen, which usually reach about a million.
Don’t let the news tell you that there are only 500k people (which would be impressive in itself). There are at least twice that.
I was at the Women’s March in DC today and didn’t have cell service all day, so I couldn’t get any news updates while I was marching. I thought it was weird when i got back to my campus and saw news sources reporting “about 250k, maybe pushing 500k” turning out.
This event was beyond monumental. We were lined up, completely packed in the roadways, from the end of the National Mall (the rally itself was staged somewhere around the Smithsonian American Indian Museum, with viewing screens and speakers set up intermittently down the Mall, because that’s about as far as they expected us to go) all the way to the Washington Monument and beyond. About two miles, maybe, of residents, students, and tourists, all turning up with their handmade signs for this event.
The Women’s March planning committee had estimated that there would be 250k to 500k people; that’s where they’re getting these numbers. In fact, the crowd so surpassed this estimate that the march itself had to be delayed as alternate routes and new logistics were worked out, because they literally had no clue where to put all of us. We were only supposed to march on Constitution Ave after the rally, but they ended up having to close new roadways for us to march on just because we couldn’t fit.
TL;DR: The inauguration’s turn-out was small enough Trump could hold it in his tiny hands, meanwhile Women’s March was yuuuuge, and now he’s throwing his first official presidential tantrum. Sad!
The media is WAY underplaying the women’s march in DC. there are OVER A MILLION PEOPLE. Not “around half a million.” OVER A MILLION.
It’s amazing. Chanting “Black lives matter” and “my body my choice” and “lgbtq and e; we just want equality.” Over a million people shoulder to shoulder with signs and anger channeled into action. THAT’S what the march was.
I talked to a police officer in DC today who said that there were about 1.6 million people. A guy who’s lived in DC for twenty years said that this was bigger than any Independence Day celebration he’s seen, which usually reach about a million.
Don’t let the news tell you that there are only 500k people (which would be impressive in itself). There are at least twice that.
if you’re not willing to punch a nazi in the face you shouldn’t be allowed to write captain america
also? when that “cap is a nazi” storyline came out and people who sensibly hate nazis said it was complete bullshit, not just for what it was but for all that it represented, there was a significant number of people saying that it wasn’t that deep, that it was just a ploy to get readers signifying nothing. meanwhile it took all of five minutes for the man to write another comic about how people who are “too obnoxious” about wanting equal rights should apologize to their allies, and now he’s on twitter saying people are being too mean to nazis. like??? jack kirby was ready to personally and with gusto kick the ass of every white supremacist and now this motherfucker is arguing that advocating genocide is nonviolent free speech that should be protected.
So in case you missed it, because this kind of weirdness is easy to miss at its entry point, the WHITE HOUSE PRESS SECRETARY stood in the briefing room today and actually tried to insist that the 2017 inauguration was the most attended ever, and that the media were irresponsibly lying about it.
Here’s the problem: whole segments of the population who saw this report broadcasted live, with no critical analysis of it or proof to the contrary, believe it.
This is not gonna be about one day or one march, y’all. Stay calm, stay focused, create small and manageable goals, but stand up for yourselves, for others, and for reality. Every. Day.
This link explains in better detail the strategies being used by the Trump administration and how to best combat against them
Unfollow him. Starve him of attention. Drive down his ratings. When he or his minions appear on TV, change the channel.
Strategy #2: Seek the Truth
Keep close tabs on what Trump does to America and the world, but rely on news source(s) that will rigorously fact-check his every utterance. Follow only credible outlets that are willing to call out a Trump lie when they encounter one. Avoid those that repeat his falsehoods as if they were true, or give his minions a platform for lies and the “Three Ds.”
Strategy #3: Fight Back
Boycott and tweet out the companies sponsoring irresponsible platforms, so they are held accountable for their actions. Take a look at Sleeping Giants. It provides a do-it-yourself approach to influencing companies that advertise on “hate news” sites. Most of the businesses you challenge will be grateful to hear from you because a computer algorithm chooses their ad sites. Literally, these companies don’t know what they’re doing. The strategy works for “fake news,” too.Throughout the campaign, Trump’s strategies produced ratings that were a media bonanza. Not any more. Remember that your time and your clicks translate into money for media outlets.
TL;DR: “For eight years, American colonists fought to win freedom from Great Britain. Every citizen has a duty to preserve and protect it.”
Isn’t this a form of gaslighting?
Yes it is. This is the very definition of gaslighting.
Female staffers adopted a meeting strategy they called “amplification”: When a woman made a key point, other women would repeat it, giving credit to its author. This forced the men in the room to recognize the contribution — and denied them the chance to claim the idea as their own.
“We just started doing it, and made a purpose of doing it. It was an everyday thing,” said one former Obama aide who requested anonymity to speak frankly. Obama noticed, she and others said, and began calling more often on women and junior aides.
If you’re wondering what amplification looks like it really is as simple as listening to a person’s point and then saying “Yes I really agree with (this person’s name) that (the point they made) and I think that (build on point)”
So for example, “Yes I agree with the female staffers that amplification is an effective process and I’ve seen great results from similar techniques used by my own colleagues”
Support, Credit, Reinforce. It’s simple and effective and it really does work.
OK this will just be me making one last note on the March. While I was there I saw a lot of sign a with vaginas and uteruses on them and that was for a reason. Because they were not trying to exclude trans individuals, at least the majority of them were not. Those signs I saw and the people I talked to who held them were specifically using those signs as a means of calling out the Anti-Abortion legislation that could be a law in the future. Yes there were some people who were not pro-trans rights but those few were far outnumbered by those who were simply protesting setting else entirely. And honestly? See all those pro-choice signs was great. And I saw so many supporters of trans-rights that it made my tiny genderfluid heart flutter in excitement. This was the story I saw in DC and it made me so happy.
There were countless Princess Leia posters at the march today, young girls walking around in her iconic buns. I think this is the importance of film. Because if a character stands among protesters at a march of resistance and unity and hope, it means something. Art has power and we need it now more than ever, I just wish Carrie Fisher could see all she’s inspired.
Unfollow me if you wish, but this blog will NEVER support Trump and instead supports the LGBT community, racial minorities, women, people with disabilities, immigrants, Muslims, Jewish people, and anyone else who is afraid now. I am with you, and this will always be a safe space for you.
Executive dysfunction is like all of your abilities are on cooldown and you’re mashing buttons to try to do anything but your brain is just like “i can’t do that yet. that’s still recharging. i can’t do that yet. that spell isn’t ready yet. that’s still recharging.”
