| Gravity Falls, Fall Out Boy, Steven Universe, Undertale | | occasional Over the Garden Wall and A Series of Unfortunate Events | | feel free to come talk to me | | J | header: colorfulgradients |
apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
Oh yeah I love A Series of Unfortunate Events, the way the adults just [clenches fist] consistently disregard children’s allegations of abuse and allow them to remain in increasingly perilous situations, a word here which means “dangerous and hard to watch”
But this is 100% why I loved this series growing up.
My parents often excused any and all signs of unhappiness as just a facet of my personality. Now that I’m an adult who has access to proper help it’s startling to see how bad it was. It is impossible to look at my childhood and say I had nothing wrong with me. Or that my parents actions weren’t abusive.
And speaking to adults of their age, it was constantly dismissed. I presented all the signs of emotional abuse, and all the signs of my many mental illnesses. At no point did an adult approach me in concern. Never. I demanded help, me, not them, and I made sure I got it.
The idea that adults are infallible is incorrect, but often drilled into children. The series taught me that adults are seriously flawed. That adults don’t always (or even often) fulfill the promise of “doing what’s best for you”. Sometimes adults who are supposes to be caring for your well-being do a horrible job.
It’s not just hinted at in the series, its blatantly expressed. Its in your face and forces you to think about it. I’ve never seen anything else, marketed to children/teens, refuse to excuse adults for causing harm to children.
It was visceral, it was blunt, it was real. It made you uncomfortable, which you should be when you witness abuse. It made it very clear who was responsible for the things that happened to them.
The children never adopted a “be a bigger person” philosophy- in this case meaning the belief that you must, in order to be considered a good person, completely forgive, and take no action against the person who caused you harm.
They knew when things were amiss. And in the face of adult incompetence, they refused to be idle.
A Series of Unfortunate Events empowers children, it teaches them, it fosters critical thinking, and the reevaluation of behavior from adult’s.
I wish i could find this one article written in I believe the 90’s that went under the radar on abortion. The author said that the “life” arguments are basically useless on either side and what actually matters is that humans shouldn’t have a right to use other human bodies as a resource without consent no matter how alive or sentient they are, even if they’re on the brink of death you have the right to deny them access to you. It probably was too radical for pro-choice activists back in those days but like…that’s the most robust arguement lol so we need 2 being that back and dead the pontifications and splitting hairs about “life” in my honest onion
I found it. Actually, it was written in the 70’s. She was way ahead of the curve.
The article is ‘A Defense of Abortion’ by Judith Jarvis Thomson. Essential reading!
If you cannot demand that a person donate their organs to keep you alive, you have no right to legislate that an embryo gets to use a woman’s body to keep itself alive without the woman’s consent.
monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee
tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides
wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies
thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence
friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight
saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop
sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers
we fell out of touch when i moved back from LA but will is such a genuinely sweet person & i’m so happy for him & i highly encourage yall to check him out
OH SHIT… I’m smiling so hard at this. Oh my gosh. New favorite thing.
god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things! just sleeping! it’s like a sleepover but every night how sweet is that!!!!
