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[local-butter-and-toast]

ICWA ( the Indian child welfare act ) is in danger. It was first established in 1978 to protect native children from being taken away from their families/tribes. The Supreme Court is trying to overturn this. This will end up in cultural genoside. We have less than a few mounts left.

Please spread awareness and help indigenous families keep their children, it’s awful that this is even happening.

To help please sign petitions and listen to native voices.

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Hi tumble heads

what’s up uhh I don’t post as much as I said I would because yeah I don’t got an excuse but uhh whatever! Well uhh imma just rant about my favorite stuff at the moment to fill in the gap of content

I LOVE HELLO FROM HALO HEAD

best traumadyout there uhh I actually don’t know if it’s the only traumady out there be a I have a good feeling there’s a bunch more but uhh I can’t remember grahhhhhhhhh! Well besides that I like it, I’m 100% too dumb to understand the deep meaning behind it but i can tell it’s there somewhere so yeah READ NOW AND FOLLOW @\BATSHAPED ON TWITTER here’s a comics wait they have a tumblier woah Im so fucking fumb 😭 y’all prolly know it already fuck me grashggggg des sddrbjtgth

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**MURDER DRONES**

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and finally

jelly car worlds

I’ve been playing it recently and it’s fun haha it’s cool game I played jelly truck when I was younger and had fun with it and yeah I had extra money and asked some discord people for for a random game and yeah someone recommended me it. It’s cool lol but it if you have money I guess uhh yeah I just realized this is kinda an ad but whatever lol

Ok bye that was my filler tumbler post bye see y’a on 672 months, if you see this reply please I like I wanna talk to y’all siliys lol deeya

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[stemmmm]

bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"

[qiinamii]

new guy in the Express

bonus:

adding more to the whimsy

[hellspawnmotel]

whatever *tezuka-styles your deltarune cast*

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[sparklejumpropequeen1949]

This or nothing

[spacerockband]

Quetzalcoatlus! poised to spear her prey!

[stealingpotatoes]

the illness post is still getting notes (???!! <3) and that means people are still telling me to get better soon, which is really nice but im gonna be too powerful if i get any better

[littlemizzlinguistics]

Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[consultingfujoshi]

I'm on the fuckin ice. I wouldn't trust a word out of that mountebanks mouth, not even televisually. you clearly don't have an objective perspective due to your feelings for her. we should eat it. what did you tell him, you dumbass. using your pupils to make love to her whilst your outie's wife rots away somewhere. just tell us about him, helly. tell us about the night gardener. was he wearing a vest. a luminescent vest. hey kid. helly was. never cruel. she's a fucking mole. yes. DO IT, SETH. text cannot do any of these line deliveries a SHRED of justice john turturro they are engraving your name in that emmy as we fucking speak

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[braisedhoney]

two glorious anniversaries in a month. you go king.

[pangur-and-grim]

HEY THE ARTICLE IS UP, I can talk about things now!

Titan bought my Sir Cameron book, which is exciting because they've spearheaded some pretty big fantasy books in the past (ex. A Darker Shade of Magic).

my story could not be in better hands. honestly, it still feels surreal.