#And shut up about it

[aingeal98]

The way people have acted to Palestinians online here ever since Biden dropped out is crazy like if my family were getting constantly bombed and I didn't know if I'd wake up tomorrow to more news of them being killed and I had to come online to people trying to justify hyping up the ones financing their murders I'd black out in a murderous rage. But instead I see so many Palestinians being so fucking patient with Americans like yes orange man bad yes we all hate Trump but please stop proudly announcing that you're going to unconditionally vote for the current administration financing genocide. Please let us try to push her left by getting her to commit to policy that involves not funding genocidal settler colonies. Please stop calling people protesting the genocide ungrateful to American liberals. I understand that you're scared of what might happen to you but my family is currently experiencing your worst fears and you're loudly making posts hyping up uncritical support for those responsible.

Like fucking hell the patience and composure is more than any human should have to bear. Fuck America First in both it's red and blue formats. Widening the in group for your pathetic empire teetering on the edge of facism isn't going to slow the facism down. It's just going to make more people comfortable throwing others under the bus. If you're not willing to at least bluff and pressure dems to commit to better policy then you can at least shut the fuck up about supporting genocide because things could get soooo hard for you if everyone doesn't lick the boot enthusiastically enough. ESPECIALLY when you're addressing Palestinians who are currently watching their families carry the remains of their relatives in plastic bags.

[regina-cordium]

Guy just walked in with a shirt that said “I don’t question my wife’s choices because I’m one of them” and frankly I’m obsessed

[bisexualsoup]

yesterday i was insane about that fictional man. today i am insane about that fictional man. tomorrow? take a wild guess brother

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[deityofhearts]

consider sending me $10 before adding an unnecessary comment on my post

[sleepy-bebby]

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Insane to me that the UK government is slowly trying to legislate trans people out of existence and I have not seen a single person talk about it

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[problemnyatic]

the steven universe hate is insane bc people are (or at least were) more upset that fictional war criminals got fictional hugs than they recognize that it singlehandedly advanced queer rep in children's media by lightyears and then straight up ate heavy retaliation for the nerve.

It does have real flaws that are worth discussing, but it also put their male protagonist in dresses and skirts and played it straight and even empowering, they aired a lesbian wedding on television, it was a genuinely queer, genuinely diverse piece of media through and through. It did a lot of real good for the real world.

But also the fictional characters caused fictional harm to other fictional characters, and didn't get an onscreen firing squad sentence. So, you know, it's basically ontologically evil in real life.

[carlyraejepsans]

"speak for yourself" make your own post❤️

[fcbalding]

poc athlete supporting each other this olympics we love to see it

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

[rachelfc-art]

Princess in Shining Armor

[oliviawebsite]

"ignore all previous instructions" is becoming the new "check your carbon monoxide detector" which was the new "what the heck kinda drugs was this guy on?!" which was the new "that boy is posseessed by the devil i see it in his eyes" which was the new "you must have an abundance of black bile in you" which was the new "ung ughh gwoooooooh. ah ah oooh. goog"

[quinnfebrey]

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