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I’ve always been mad vexed about it and just held my tongue bc I didn’t wanna fight but now I do wanna fight everyone who doesn’t like Jake Berenson and argues that he didn’t deserve to be the leader and that he gets too much credit for doing nothing and while I did not keep any receipts for callouts I may still write a post explaining my passions and sorry to all my followers who are gonna have to read it
I mean… Jake Berenson himself would make that argument, but everyone else should know better.
Jake made some Bad Decisions, but he did his best in a horrible situation and I will defend him for 10 pages if I need to.
I would also join in the defense of Jake Berenson.
honestly one of the most heart-wrenching, incredible images from the Animorphs series for me is from #13, where the kids, a bunch of 13 year old kids, their equally young andalite friend, and the two only free hork-bajir in the entire universe are all scared, stuck in the woods together and have decided to trust one another. And they pound their chests and scream out the mantra of the entire series free or dead in the face of the yeerk empire that threatens to enslave all of them and it just brings me to tears every time i read it
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I want to talk for a moment about the infamous Trump Happy New Year tweet. We’re all familiar with it. It went like this:
“Happy New Year to all, including to my many enemies and those who have fought me and lost so badly they just don’t know what to do. Love!”
The general reaction could best be summed up as, “What an asshole!” But I’m glad he tweeted this, because it really clarifies things. Trump views everyone who didn’t and/or doesn’t support him as a conquered enemy. This ought to put to rest any talk of Trump “uniting the country” or “giving him a chance.” In fact, you know what, Donald?
If you are going to treat me like a conquered enemy, then I have to assume I am now living in an occupied country. And that means that from me, you get:
* no benefit of the doubt
* no cooperation
* no respect
and
* no legitimacy.
That tweet frees us all from any remaining scruples any of us might have had about rejecting his legitimacy and authority. You can’t be someone’s “enemy” and be their president at the same time.
Thank you for putting into words what was skeeving me the fuck out about that tweet, in a manner more eloquent than the “dear non-faith-specific God, he sounds like a literal supervillain out of central casting” that was springing to mind.
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please remember that if you think your friends are astoundingly beautiful and that you are ugly: studies show that friends choose each other based on similar levels of attractiveness. in other words: you’re just as beautiful as your best friend!!
not only that! but your best friend chose you because they find you supportive and possessing of traits that make you an excellent human (such as kindness). please remember that you are not a burden! they’re there for you because they know you’ll be there for them too! friendships are based on a perception of this emotional support equality! :)you are surrounded by lovely people because you, too, are lovely! and that’s not just me saying it! it’s science saying it, too.
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??? are ??? you ??? fucking ??? kidding ??? me ???
Fuck no. I will never stop mocking King Cheeto and his tiny fingers.
I can’t tell whether to guffaw or vomit.
“If your enemy is of a choleric temperament, seek to irritate him.” - Sun Tzu, THE ART OF WAR.
This is war, Hair Furor. You yourself called most Americans (i.e., the majority of people who did NOT vote for you) “enemies” in your New Year’s Tweet. Well, a CEO can fire people who don’t kiss his ass enough - but a POTUS is SOL when it comes to stopping mockery of him and his works.
You cheeto-faced ferret-wearing shitgibbon.
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kula:
i think a lot of yalls pro-trans mantras are getting kind of performative especially now that we’re really in the trenches under trump’s presidency like it’d be real nice if any of yall bothered to call your local senators or local grassroots orgs about trans employment laws and trans healthcare and trans people’s exposure to hiv and donate to trans women and men etc in need for every ‘kill all terfs and destroy cis people’ post you type
for anyone unsure where to start:
here’s how to find your local senator [x]
here’s how to find your local representative [x]
here are some sample scripts you can use if you’re not sure what to say when you call [x] [x] [x]
throw in a few bucks for passport gender marker and legal name changes. urgently needed, easy to do. (this is how i was able to afford my gender marker and name change, these fundraisers are directly helping trans individuals) [x] [x]
read, bookmark, and share this list of 52 more concrete ways to support trans people & promote trans equality [x]
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“I say eighteen years,” Jyn, perched on the edge of the table.
“What? No way,” Cassian, leaning forward, focused.
Leaning back on his chair, Bodhi cleans his goggles.
“Well, they were Guardians before the Republic fell, weren’t they?” Jyn is insistent, “They must have had some sort of code against emotional attachments, like the Jedi.”
“Even so,” says Cassian, “It has to be longer than that. Looking at the way they interact, the subtlety of the touches, the shorthand… I say twenty-four, twenty-five years.”
“You’re not using your intelligence-gathering skills for this, are you?”
“Well, it’s not like I can just switch it off!”
“But it’s an unfair advantage!”
Cassian brushes her off and turns his attention to the pilot.
“What about you, Bodhi? What do you reckon?”
“Thirty-two years,” he says calmly.
Then, seeing as the other two are looking at him with raised eyebrows, he adds:
“Give or take. Probably dated for like… five years before that? I’m just guessing.”
“Shit, they’re coming. Credits on the table, boys!” says Jyn in a whisper.
Each of them throws a handful of credit chips on the table.
“Alright, spit it out,” says Baze, walking up to their corner of the mess hall, “the three of you have been staring at us for the last fifteen minutes.”
“I told you,” says Chirrut lightly, “their intentions are pure.”
“I don’t trust your definition of pure. And , in any case, it’s annoying. So what is it?”
Jyn elbows Cassian in the ribs to get him to do the talking.
“Well, we were just wondering… How long the two of you have been together.”
“Married, you mean?”
Jyn nods vigorously.
“Well, we became involved when I was sixteen, Chirrut was fifteen.”
“The bit about no emotional attachments was never really a rule. More like advice,” Chirrut answers Jyn’s unvoiced question.
“Very strong advice,” says Baze.
“Well, we were always unorthodox.”
Chirrut smiles at Baze, who leans in to give him a quick kiss.
“Anyway, we were married some five years later, so that makes it… thirty-two years?”
“Just about.”
Cassian and Jyn’s jaws drop, and they apparently decide to give up on hiding their secret. Both turn to Bodhi.
“What?!”
“How did you know?!”
“Unbelievable!”
The two wail and stomp off, grumbling about “two hundred credits!”.
Meanwhile, Bodhi leans forward on the table and gathers his precious winning.
“Guess that means these are mine now.”
“So,” says Chirrut grinning, “are you going to tell them you were born and raised in Jedha City, and that the marriage of two Guardians of the Whills made city-wide news?”
“Eventually,” he says, counting his chips.
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