#THIS IS NOT THE ACCURATE TEENAGE BOY REP WE NEEDED!!!!
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miraculous movie sketches (mostly chat bc i hate him) (platonically) w cool tape!!
other colors shown under the cut!
#miraculous movie#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous fanart#chat noir#ladybug#ladynoir#traditional art#THIS IS NOT THE ACCURATE TEENAGE BOY REP WE NEEDED!!!!#WHO IS THIS GUY!!!!!#adrien agreste would Never even Consider ladybug the sidekick#i know he got better later on but Two careless whisper sequences were jumpscares#im never getting over how his âsad boy hoursâ playlist is just careless whisper#he stay silly! in his own way!#LMAO ITS SO FUCKING HOT IT MY ROOM AND MY FAN KEPT FLIPPING THE PAGE SO I HAD TO SWITCH ROOMS TO GET DIF LIGHTING TO SHOW THE OTHER COLORS#the tiny piece of tape at the bottom didnt fucking work but its okay#anywho cristina vee and bryce papenbrook versions of the soundtrack when!!
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Iâve said this before in the tags under a post but I think itâs honestly bullshit how people think that casting a character as black takes away their ability to represent you.
Thalia reps me as a fellow Alt Girlie. Casting a black actress to play her does not change that. Just because weâre no longer the same race, it doesnât stop me seeing myself in her.
Hell, I relate to Leo- a Mexican-American teenage boy with a special interest in machines- and Iâm white, British and female who knows fuck all about mechanical engineering. But I relate to his feeling of loneliness, isolation, and a need to keep moving. I see myself in him despite the fact that we look nothing alike and donât have everything in common (I doubt Leo knows much about Musical Theatre).
Donât you relate to Lester despite the fact that you were never an Olympian God? Donât you relate to Percy despite the fact that you canât bend water? Donât you relate to Nico even though Iâm pretty sure you were never raised in 1930s Italy?
Not every character has to look/act/struggle exactly like you in order for you to relate to them.
Casting Annabeth as black doesnât take away representation from young, neurodivergent girls who desperately seek constant parental approval. But it adds that representation to people with additional struggles (like racism) on top of that. Youâre not getting any less rep with Tamara as Thalia than with a more book-accurate-looking actress. Sheâs still repping the alts.
#tamara smart#leah sava jeffries#leah is our annabeth#pjo thalia#thalia grace#thalia pjo#black thalia#annabeth chase#annabeth pjo#annabeth percy jackson#leah is my annabeth#percy jackson#pjo fandom#pjo#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson fandom#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#pjo hoo#leo valdez#leo pjo#leo valdez pjo#pjo hoo toa tsats#all da ladies luv leo#leovaldez#pjo leo#team leo#percy jackson show#percy jackson tv show#pjo show#pjo tv show
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Regarding Hobie Brown crossovers(by a pastel punk/afrosolarpunk)
Full 'fence full shade full salt shaker,he wouldn't fuck with other superheroes just because they're superheroes if they're white and same goes for white punk characters.Yeah i'm serious.Hobie is afropunk.AFROpunk,very different from 'normal' punk,by which i mean whitewashed punk because afropunk is the ultimate punk as punk was created by black people.Him,Kat Elliot,Ekko,Kipo Oak and the Abadeer Twins(Marceline and Marshall Lee)are afropunks/black punks so they'd not only be best friends but consider eachother siblings.Duke Thomas is afropunk too and i think him and Hobie would be in love actually.Nimona is an exception because she's trans so the her and Hobie content is on-point and based asf and founded in canon because of his relathionship with Gwen Stacy(who is also an exception because she's trans and i see her as a black haired brown eyed biracial lightskin afrolatina but chile).Him and Ichigo Kurosaki are twinnin' and he'd tell him he has peak taste in gyals for loving Orihime Inoue who as a black pastel punk myself i count as pastel punk poc rep even if not in aesthetic.Katara is canonically a native punk girl who's probs trans and Aang is a tibetan genocide survivor who's gnc and literally invented decolonization in his verse so Hobie would ride with them no matter what.Hobie Brown and Luz Noceda are the 'black sunshines who stick with other weirdos and killed a fascist as a teenager' duo.This sounds stupid but Sonic The Hedgehog and Rainbow Dash would the Spiderham to his Noir
But speaking of which,he would NOT be instant best friends with Noir nor IS he.Noir is Peter Parker so he's white as shit,it's a no go and y'all are foul for romantic N*irpunk-They wouldn't beef or nothin' but they ain't friends,they co-workers.The entire MCU is also a big 'ol nope.Clark Kent's title before The Man Of Steel all way back in his debut was 'Champion Of The Oppressed' so Hobie would at LEAST have mad respect for him and Clark would treat him to cheeseburgers,loaded fries and milkshakes and tell him he's a real hero.He'd be best friends with Tim Drake because Tim Drake knows how to act and save him from poser punk by introducing him to Skapunk.'Cool Dude Jason Todd' is a lie frabricated by white cis fangirls and idc about him and Kon-El Kent/Superboy unless it's the popular black biracial headcanon for him and even then Clark needs to be the black one instead of Lex Luthor(i want that capitalist pig's head on a plate.)and if you think Duke's not a core Batkid Batboy and Robin because he's not a white blue eyed boy,Hobie would guitar your ass for even joking about it.I've headcanoned Stephanie Brown as blasian/jamaican-korean with black hair and brown eyes for years and have aus of/joke about her and Hobie being half siblings because of it and her last name and the him and Percy Jackson posting by me is largely brought on by the black Pjo fandom claiming Percy since the 2010s due to reading him afrolatino from the books alone with zero contradictions in-text and 'read' LITERALLY in a lot of cases,as in we thought he was canonically and Percy is also completely accurately punk and Stephanie's canonically pastel punk so there it is
Thanks for reading my infodump,here's a Hobietism creature
#hobie brown#hobie appreciation#atsv#spiderman#pastel punk tag#spiderpunks 2023#batfanon slander#kat elliot#ekko arcane#kipo oak#marceline abadeer#marshall lee abadeer#duke thomas#solarpunk(comics)#nimona#ichigo kurosaki#ichihime#katara#punk katara#aang#kataang#luz noceda#sonic the hedgehog#rainbow dash#clark kent#tim drake#kon-el kent#percy jackson#summerposting#stephanie brown
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nine minutes of pure chaos <3 https://youtu.be/-2I7hb7DGk4?si=QNI_Jxrjha46ETxh
"Fuck the racist I don't need no fake ass" WHATTTT IS GOING ON IM OBSESSED?????
okay what the fuck I call foul WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME SAIMON SOUNDS LIKE *THAT*???!?!?@?@? I'm gonna be so normal abt this. sooo normal. I am capable of being normal abt smart men with deep voices mhm mh mhm mhm.
STOPPPPPP shy boy being like "uwaa..I didn't have a home and now I do I love you g-" and then ryuu IMMEDIATELY going like, "IM CRAZZZZZYYY IM FUCKED UP IM THE JOKERRRRRR IM A WILD CARD BABY" IM GONNA CRY
hey guys they're the number one hip hop tribe y'all. did you guys know this? yeah apparently they're the number one hip hop tribe y'all
oh my godddddd the twins are so EMO I'm obsessed
WHOOO THE FUCK IS THIS TIGER GUY WHY IS HE SINGING LIKE THIS him and ryuu street fight over who's more weird WHEN
IORI'S VOICE IS RLY GOOD also so normal abt it. the neko neko kawaii guy before him I didn't like that. I feel like he's gonna fucking skin me alive. BUT IORIIIIIII
hey I think they're the number one hip hop tribe y'all? idk I'm just getting that vibe...idk why..
Visty stays adorable I rly like their concept
EMPEROR OF DARKNESS RISE RISE RISE RISE nailed why the amprule guy makes me so uncomfortable now that I've heard his voice. Adam from sk8. he gives me Adam from sk8 if Adam was less rich and more inclined to kill.
hey so this might be crazy but I THINK they're the number one hip hop t
LOVING how cursed to roam this wretched earth and the smart guy r like...no.....this world...we have to do something..trapped in an endless cycle....is there no way out? and then pink hair is like YIPPEE ^-^ I am trapped in a cycle and I am using it as a merry-go-round!!! <333 like genuinely? iconic
sh.shion. ok. now. no one was asking you to be so. like its crazy he's literally bl manhua vampire demon coded. uhm the dog guy before him was đ no no I still need 2 recover from shion's part. normal normal normal normal normal n
gamer is SOOOO. oh my goddddddd I know like 3 teenage boys exactly like him it's so accurate. also he raps so fast!!! good job boy
yuuta (?) problematic DID rep has a HOT voice I'm going to say it. not in love w the imagery and lyrics in his part knowing what I do abt him but. like hey. his part could've been longer I wouldn't have complained.
we are the number one hip hop tribe y'all we are the number one hip hop tribe y'all we are the number one hip hop tribe y'all w
whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh x10
I joke I tease but this is fire like I loved every second of this, 10/10 job showcasing each character and group, cohesive still, they're even the number one hip hop tribe y
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Alright, perhaps this shows my age, but if this is what passes for conference-quality research these days⌠let's just say that if Iâd submitted this for my undergraduate thesis, Iâd likely still be at university (weâll not even bring up postgraduate standards here).
Rant incoming. Containing maths...
Frankly, I wrote something very similar in my first year (mine was about deindividuation in YouTube communities), and my professor's first comment on the first draft was an emphatic: METHODOLOGY! METHODOLOGY! METHODOLOGY!
Now, Iâll spare the language and grammar issues (though I would expect the publisher to clean those up), but I will harp about the methodologyâbecause that's where the real problem lies.
For those without a social sciences background, the essence of meaningful research lies in rigorous qualitative or quantitative methodologies. In simplified terms, qualitative methods explore how and why things happen, while quantitative methods measure how much or how many.
At the heart of both is a singular, unifying concept: the sample. What is a sample, you ask? A sample, in essence, is a representative subset of a larger populationâbecause, well, interviewing all 8.2 billion people on Earth would take a while.
Key word: representative. If you want to know what middle-aged women feel about vanilla ice cream, asking teenage boys about it won't give you conclusive answers.
So, how do we make sure a sample is representative? We select it carefully! We think about the relevance, the size, the selection method and the minimisation of bias.
Sample Quality
So, what is the sample here? The study claims to have analysed ânearly 2000 Tumblr blogsâ filtered by the tag â#frevâ and screened for ârelevance to contemporary French political issues.â
âRelevanceâ is subjective, as such, the study ought to clarify what ârelevantâ meant here and why.
Moreover, in qualitative research, sample selection methods need to be explicit, especially with user-generated content. Here, they seem to have leaned on a superficial tag filterâthereâs no mention of stratified or systematic sampling. Did they just pick the first 2000 posts that appeared? A random selection? Who knows?
Sample Size
One of my first questions reading this was: why ânearlyâ 2000 posts? Why not exactly 1000? Or 3000? Why does this number, ânearly 2000,â supposedly represent the entirety of posts tagged #frev?
Beyond sample quality, your conclusions' validity hinges on sample size. Too small, and key variations get missed; the right size, and reliability increases.
In our example before, you canât survey 10 middle-aged women about their ice cream preference and claim all the middle-aged women in the world like vanilla ice cream.
Sample size isnât arbitraryâitâs calculated, and it hinges on the population size (thatâs the entire set the sample is meant to represent).
Hereâs the issue with of it: tracking usage of #frev across Tumblr is tricky, as Tumblr doesnât provide exhaustive tag usage counts like Instagram or Twitter. So, without a clear population size, how can we tell if 2000 is enough?
Now, since I know that the sample size is 2000, I could assume a 95% confidence interval, a 0.5 proportion, and a 5% margin of error (though I shouldnât need to guess; this ought to be in the study) and calculate a population of 38,456.5 posts. Is this accurate? Perhaps. Over what period? A month? A decade?
Big Words
We all enjoy using big wordsâit makes us feel clever. However, fancy words should signify something. The study states, âThe collected fan discussions have undergone discourse analysis, using a semiotic and critical approach.â Then, it defines those terms.
Thank you kindly, but I already know what they mean. What Iâm interested in is how you applied them in your researchâthis is what would lend weight to your conclusions. Instead, this reads more like a textbook summary than a methodology actually put into practice.
And don't even get me started on the âinputs, outputs, and reportsâ business. What was the basis for this categorisation?
Donât misunderstand meâqualitative research is difficult, arguably more so than quantitative. Thatâs precisely why itâs essential to do it right and acknowledge its limitations.
If thereâs one takeaway from this word salad, itâs this: in any study, always examine the methodology. I know it's not the most interesting of sections, but itâs the cornerstone of credible research.
Not quite sure what to make of this study of the frev tumblr community, except that on first glance it seems a bit waffly! And provides few direct egs of what theyâre trying to get at. But for those curious to see how their enthusiasm/activities/interventions are perceived, hereâs a link. Thoughts?
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Hokanâyc
A RESOLâNARE FLASHBACK ONE SHOT
A/N: This is long overdue and something I started working on WEEKS ago when @darkmist111 asked a question regarding Din and Navinaâs former relationships. I mentioned a girl named Aashi that Din fell for when he was still a teenaged mando learning how to become a warrior and decided that I needed to tell their story so we know what happened and why heâs flying solo now. This is CHOCK-FULLÂ of my personal thoughts on what training in the covert would be like so forgive me if my HCs contradict canon and please enjoy some young mandos in love.Â
*this story will regularly be using words in Mandoâa. for a good list of references click here.*
Warning: violence, death, injury- they are Mandalorians you guys, This is the Way and all that jazz.Â
Word Count: 6k
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He noticed right away.Â
The others did, too. They always did. It was an increasingly rare occurrence as they got older. The youngest in the covert were far more used to the sudden appearance of a new student among their numbers. Whether theyâd been born a member of The Tribe or taken in as a foundling like he had, all children began combat training after their 8th birthday, so the addition of a new face- or more accurately an unfamiliar helmet- in class was anticipated, expected. But by the time theyâd advanced through mid level and into the final years of their required training, newcomers were few and far between.Â
And they stood out. Hushed whispers of buyca circulated through the room, heads tilting in the direction of the only helmet not decorated with dings and dents.Â
The Instructorâs gloved hands came together in two thunderous claps to signal the start of the dayâs training, the chatter in the dimly lit sparring hall dissipating as the upper level class fell in line for drills. There were no assigned rankings, the students simply using height order to determine who stood where, the tallest in the last of four rows. Third row had been his designation for years, never quite the largest or most formidable in the room. But the new addition had crowded the second row by one, the overflow meaning that he would need to step back.Â
Fourth row, finally, thanks to the shiny buyca.Â
He was welcomed to the ranks of the teenaged giants with a rough elbow from Hast, the blunt jab to the ribs serving both as a kind of jovial congratulations for moving up in the world as well as a reminder that he was still the smallest of the giants. Before he could return the gesture with a thump or smack of his own though, the Instructor's booming voice silenced both of the boysâ grunts and laughter.Â
âHast! Djarin!â He flinched behind his visor and knew the broad shouldered hulk beside him did, too. Though he didnât need to, both of them already aware of what they were in for, the Instructor pointed at the front of the room, indicating that they should join him there. âLooks like youâve volunteered to be my demonstration assistants for todayâs technique.â Dank farrik.Â
As he and his friend reached the front of the hall, feeling the stares of the rest of the class and knowing that under their helmets they were all biting the insides of their cheeks to keep from laughing at the misfortune the two had found themselves in, he prepared himself for a rough three hours. Theyâd worked on a single combat series that started with a sweep from the standing position and progressed to the ground, working on maintaining control during a fight before ending in a leg attack that when applied at full force was developed to disable the knee joint completely. Both volunteers had taken fall after fall, their limbs manipulated over and over as the Instructor demonstrated and the students got their practice in. While they were only applying light pressure as they torqued and twisted and pulled on the two volunteersâ legs, the two were left sore and aching from the repetition of the series.Â
If the reps and demonstrations werenât enough, the half hour of sparring rounds afterwards certainly was.Â
Despite the over-torqued joints, fatigued muscles and sore spots from tight grips and unexpectedly harsh contact with the ground, he held his own for the first four rounds grappling almost as he did at full capacity. Vizsla was twice his size and always got the best of him, though still no more than usual. Hast had it just as rough as he did that day, so neither of them completed a submission during their round. He managed to sweep and submit Gralin, which was actually an improvement on their last match up, and he and Kevaz had each pulled off a submission within the allotted time of the round. Trying to control his breathing in the quick respite allowed between friendly simulated warfare, he hoped that there was still some herbal salve left in the jar back in his quarters. Iâm going to need it.
His final round turned out to be the one that did him in. And it was against her- the buyca.Â
He, like all Mandalorians, knew that it didnât matter if a warrior was male or female, large or small. It didnât matter if they were quick or strong. What mattered was how well they could use the attributes and skills that they did have to defeat their opponent. He, like all Mandalorians, knew that underestimating your enemy before the fight begins is the first step in losing that fight. Thatâs not what he did with her, though the outcome was still the same.Â
The last thing he noticed as he squared off facing the newcomer, was the fact that even though she had also just finished three hours of drills and four rounds prior to that one, her helmet was still completely undented. It wasnât even smudged. Has she even hit the ground? Mere seconds into the round he was on his back and he didnât know how heâd gotten there, but she hadnât let up, taking full advantage of his disorientation and finishing a very basic but extremely efficient shoulder attack. The rest of the round had been more of the same, though he was able to at least fend off any more completed submissions. By the time the Instructor called for the end of the dayâs training, he was spent. But she seemed only mildly inconvenienced from the hours of physical exertion they had all just endured.Â
He decided right away that he had to learn what she knew.Â
Able to walk with far more ease than he could at the moment though, she was out of the sparring hall and heading towards the system of tunnels leading to the living quarters. Sighing, he waved off Hast and Vizslaâs attempts to get his attention, and gritting his teeth, hobbled as quickly as he could after her. âHey,â he huffed, raising one hand in her direction even though she was facing the other way.
She slowed her pace to allow him to gain some ground, though she didnât turn or stop. âHey,â she responded almost questioningly, tone a mixture of uncertainty and amusement.
âI⌠you fight well.â He clenched his eyes shut and dropped his chin. You fight well? Di'kut.
That did make her stop, but only until he was immediately to her left, starting up again once he had a fair chance at keeping stride with her. Releasing a breath that sounded like a laugh, she nodded. âI know I do, but thanks.âÂ
âI meant⌠your technique. Itâs-â He tried to recall how sheâd upended him so quickly, where sheâd made her grips, the placement of her weight, but it was a blur. He shook his head. âIâve never seen it. Not even in class.â So how do you know it? That was what he wanted to ask. How does a foundling know how to fight like that?
As though in answer to his unasked questions, she turned her head to face him. âWe learned differently on Concordia.âÂ
He blinked, the mention of Mandaloreâs moon stopping him in his tracks. What? Of course it made sense now that she wasnât new to Mandalorian culture. On the contrary, sheâd been more heavily steeped in it than any of them. But I thought⌠Oh. It clicked then, that the buyca wasnât that at all, not if she was raised on Concordia.Â
âWhen things⌠when we had to leave, my family came here.â She gestured at the walls of the tunnel they were walking through. âDantooine is the only Mandalorian covert they knew of, so we joined our brothers and sisters here.â Turning back in the direction that they were walking, she nodded. âThis is the Way.âÂ
There was pain and heaviness in those words as she spoke them, but he knew that was true no matter who they came from. âThis is the Way,â he responded.Â
She cleared her throat. âRight. So now that you know Iâm no foundling, you donât have to feel so bad for what happened back there.â She jabbed a thumb backwards towards the sparring hall.Â
He tried to shake his head but a sudden pinching sensation shot down his neck in protest so he aborted the motion. âNo, thatâs not what I-âÂ
âNo?â She stopped near the split of the tunnel where one branch led to the mess hall and the healing wing and the other to the collection of carved out spaces each occupied by Mandalorian families. He stopped as well, thankful for the chance to rest. She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck one hip out. âThen what did you chase me down for exactly?â
âI told you.â He was slightly confused by her question. âThe technique that you used against me. Iâve never seen it before.âÂ
She regarded him silently for a beat. âNo, you havenât.â She began walking again. âThat was pretty clear from how quickly I had you down.â The smirk, or what he imagined might be one, was back in her voice.Â
He followed, trying and failing to hide the slight limp the dayâs training had left him with. âWell can you-â He stopped short to avoid crashing into her as she spun around again , the unexpected shift in his weight causing him to wince behind his visor.Â
Hands on her hips, she tilted her head, the dim light from one of the torches hitting the still undented, unmarred surface of her helmet at an angle that threw light around the dark hall. âCan I what?âÂ
âCan you teach it to me?âÂ
A small snort of laughter came from her, shoulders bouncing as she shook her head. âDidnât you take enough of a beating for one day?âÂ
He shrugged. âThe Instructor says we donât learn if we donât lose. This is the Way.âÂ
Mandalorians were taught not to fear or resent loss. Not in life and not on the battlefield. Though victory was the goal of every Mandoâade who engaged in combat, in sparring, losing was viewed as an equally valued outcome. Every loss came with the opportunity to learn. To adapt. Each opponent is a teacher and the true winner is the one who leaves the training hall with more knowledge and sharper skills than those they came in with. He was only trying to adhere to what heâd been taught, only trying to become the best warrior that he could be.Â
She nodded slowly, the motion giving over to a head shake instead as she let out a burst of air. âThis is the Way.â She agreed, taking a step towards him. âBut,â she placed her hand on his shoulder and he was glad she couldnât see the slight wince the light contact forced across his face. âNo.âÂ
He cocked his head to the side, taken aback, the jerky motion sending a sharp pang of soreness through his neck and down his left flank. Damn that- but he ignored the twinge and focused on her refusal. âWhy not?âÂ
He knew that she was new to their covert, but the unspoken rule in the training hall was that all trainees had something to teach each other. It had to have been like that on Concordia, too. It was more than a rule, it was a responsibility, a duty to ensure that every member of the fighting corps was as well prepared as they could be. It was important to learn not only to trust but to depend on each other in battle, in the field. They were training to join the ranks of the elite within the corps, which meant that being anything shy of lethal would be considered unprepared. I know sheâs new but she-
âBecause,â she laughed, the lilting sound making him snap his attention to her hidden face. âItâs Djarin, right?â He confirmed with a nod. âWell, Djarin, I canât teach it to you now, because youâre already in rough shape and I donât want to explain to the Instructor next class why his best training dummy is all torn to shreds.â She was teasing, he could tell, her hand still on his shoulder as she gave it a light squeeze, and despite only having known her for a few hours during which she and the rest of the trainees had taken turns trying to rip him and Hast limb from limb under the Instructorâs tutelage, he thought she might be smiling. âBut,â she went on. âIâll give you a few days to heal up and then,â she nodded and dropped her hand from his body. âThen Iâll teach it to you.âÂ
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A few days later, the two of them agreed to meet in the sparring hall on a rare day off from drills, the sound of his body hitting the ground echoing in the nearly empty space each time she swept him. His grunts, every time she planted her foot on his hip filled the room, the clatter of his helmet scraping against the stone beneath him as she dragged him down and extended the leg she had planted to flip him over her head, the sound of their gloved palms smacking together as she offered him a hand back to his feet after a particularly harsh sweep. But each time she sent him off his balance, he picked up another detail of the technique, piecing them all together to understand the motion.Â
He could feel the bruises forming each time he hit the ground, and he knew that later that night when he got undressed to wash up, just like the day heâd met her, his hip and the side of his thigh would be covered in purple-blue splotches. Planting his hand firmly behind him, he let out a breath and pushed himself back to his feet. âOne more.â His eyebrows came together in concentration beneath his helmet. âI think I have it now.âÂ
She tilted her head, arms crossed over her chest. âYou donât quit, Iâll give you that.âÂ
âNo,â he shook his head. âNo, I donât.âÂ
On the next try, he got the jump on her, accurately making his grips and bracing the sole of his boot in the crease of her hip. Dropping his weight in a sacrifice style throw, he extended his leg like sheâd shown him, finally getting the timing right to send her flipping over his head and onto her back. Following her momentum and keeping his grips, he rolled backwards over his shoulder to come up in a mounted controlled position. That was it. I- She coughed out a wheeze, the air clearly knocked from her lungs. Oh, dank farrik I-Â
But before he could concern himself with whether or not heâd inadvertently hurt her, she grabbed his ankle, trapped one of his arms and with a bump of her hips, rolled them both over to reverse the position so she had the upper hand once more. âNice work, Djarin.â She released his arm and ankle and stood. âBut donât forget to maintain control once you have it.âÂ
She was right. He knew that. The Instructor had been drilling it into his and all of their heads since they were eight years old. If he caught me losing control that fast heâd make me regret it. He sighed. âRight.âÂ
âThat was,â he looked up at her as he got to his feet. âThat was really good, though. Do it again.âÂ
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By the end of the month he was hitting the move against Kevaz and Gralin during live rounds. Heâd also learned the buycaâs clan name was Zurn, and that she was an excellent training partner for him. In two on two drills, they teamed up against Hast and Vizsla, their individual attributes complementing each otherâs well. Their extra time spent drilling together had allowed them to develop good non-verbal communication skills, and they learned to read each other well.Â
By the end of the year even the Instructor had noticed, and he recommended that the pair complete their final stage of the elite training program together. It was customary for recruits to team up for the last tests of their abilities as the missions that would determine whether or not Mandalorians were worthy and capable of the duties that they would be expected to perform. Protecting the Tribe. Striking first against known enemies. Reconnaissance. Responding immediately to threats. They were responsibilities that the man who raised him had taken upon his shoulders- a deeper level of the Creed that was sworn by all Mandalorians. This is the Way. Â
His buir had given his life in that line of duty only a few years prior, when the young Mandalorian was thirteen and had just finished his mandatory training. He had mourned in the moment, as was appropriate, but he, like all in his Tribe knew that his father was not gone. He had joined the Manda and would always be a part of the collective soul that each Mandoâade shared. His choice to follow those footsteps was a choice he made to honor the man. Had he not been a member of the elite fighting corp, he would not have been there to rescue the scared boy in the bunker, and that scared boy in the bunker might not have made it out.Â
That boy was no longer a boy nor was he scared. He and Zurn accepted the recommendation, and one year and two months to the day that they had first met, the two of them were sent out on their first overnight mission: staking out a rebel base on the planet that had been attracting a lot of traffic to Dantooine. The covertâs main goal was staying safe, secret and hidden from the Empire. But the increase of rebel activity wouldnât go unnoticed for long, and the Tribe needed a clearer picture as to what they were facing, and if they needed to consider relocating the covert. Heâd heard whispers that Nevarro, another planet in the Outer Rim, was the selected backup, but he, like everyone who heard those rumors, hoped that thatâs all they would stay. Â
They were camped out behind a large outcropping of rock, completely concealed from view of the base in the dark of the night. They had spent the day charting a lay of the area and choosing a position that would keep them hidden until the morning, when they could hopefully get an idea of the goings on at the rebel encampment. He leaned against the cool rock, chin tilted upwards. The fire had burned down to just the embers, still providing enough warmth to get them to sunrise, but dim enough now to see the night sky and everything in it with no interference from the flames. Once he finished his training and had a real helmet, he would be able to change the filter on the visor to block out any amount of light he wanted. But for now he had to wait.Â
And he had been waiting. The last time I saw the sky at night I was-Â
He froze, a sudden weight falling into his right hand where it lay open on the dry ground. Thatâs⌠His eyes widened as he registered what it was, her fingers curling into his palm. She isnât...
He was still wearing his gloves, but she had taken hers off to warm her hands by the fire. She hadnât put them back on. He could feel the difference even through the worn leather, and it caught him completely off guard.
 âSix,â he blurted, immediately cursing himself the second the syllable was out.Â
But instead of laughing or teasing him, the way she always had in sparring, he felt her grip tighten as she moved closer. âSix what?âÂ
I⌠what do I say? Should I- He tilted his head down, watching his fingers close around hers as though they were acting of their own volition. Dank farrik, why did I just-Â
âDjarin?â He snapped his attention back up to see that she had turned, resting the side of her helmet against the boulder so she could look at him as she spoke. âYou said six.â He sighed and nodded. I did. âSix what?âÂ
He wasnât sure if anyone aside from his buir knew this fact about him, the man gone and this fact with him. Why would anyone care? It doesnât matter. But instead of ignoring the non contextual number slipping out, she had asked him what it meant. Which meant that it mattered to her. He realized in that moment that there was no one else he felt comfortable enough around to let his guard down and enjoy the stars or think about how long itâs been since heâd seen them. It was only because he trusted her that he had allowed his mind to wander into memories, that he was relaxed enough to even make the slip and say something he hadnât meant to. He realized that he actually wanted to tell her. It shouldnât matter but it⌠it does.Â
His right hand was still occupied with hers, so he pointed with his left at the endless, swirling silver pricks of light poking through the thick velvety blue black sky. âCa'tra.â She followed his direction and trained her gaze upwards. âI havenât seen the stars since I was six.âÂ
Dropping his arm back into his lap, he felt her thumb swipe across the top of his glove. She was still touching only fabric, her thumbnail snagging on a loose stitch near the opening. But she was so close to making skin to skin contact that if he so much as sneezed she would leave her thumbprint on his pulse point. If that happened sheâd feel it racing.Â
âMeâven?â She whispered her disbelief, swiveling her head over to look at him. Yes, really.
None of the children ever left the covert at night. It was dangerous, they were told, because outside the halls of their underground home, there were people who would capture them, hunt them simply for being what they are- Mandalorians. That was one of the many reasons that their education revolved so heavily around weapons and combat; so they would be ready to defend themselves and others when, not if, they needed to. She and her family had come to the covert later on in her training, and things had been different where she was from, so she had no real frame of reference for what it was like to give up the stars, grow up without them. For the ones born here, they donât⌠they donât even know what theyâre missing.Â
He took a breath, readying himself to explain. Before he could, the fire cracked as the flames found a pocket of moisture or an unlucky beetle in the wood, spitting a few red hot embers towards the pair of trainees. Without thinking, he pulled her out of the way and nearly on top of himself, one of her legs falling between his knees. He heard her surprised gasp as she caught herself, reaching for his shoulder to prevent their foreheads from colliding. His left arm curved awkwardly around her shoulders as he moved them both further from the fire and out of range of any more stray embers.
As he shifted, her fingers did too, sliding from his shoulder to his neck- to the narrow sliver of his throat that was visible between his collar and his helmet. To the place where his blood ran quick and hot beneath his skin at how close they were. He swallowed, knowing she would feel the movement of his muscles beneath her touch, unable to help the way he had reacted.Â
He still had her hand in his, was still holding her closer than heâd ever held anyone. Say something. âSorry, I⌠the fire was-â
âDjarin?â She hadnât taken her hand away, her fingers curling around to the back of his neck.Â
âY-Yeah?â He cursed himself for the waver in his voice. Another reason to look forward to the helmet heâd receive upon the completion of his training was the modulator in the speaker component. It served multiple purposes. To further disguise a Mandalorianâs identity by modifying their voice, yes, but also to cover any vocal slips of emotion or signs of weakness. Though if he was being honest with himself he wasnât even sure if the device would be enough to hide the effect she was having on him.Â
It didnât matter though. Nothing did as she slipped her fingers into the wavy curls that stuck out from beneath his helmet at the base of his skull and he thought that every last star in the galaxy could burst, the entire sky exploding at once, and it wouldnât take his attention from that feeling.Â
She⌠sheâs⌠His mind was working as hard to form a thought as his lungs were to keep his breathing even. Both were failing.Â
âIâm glad you got to see the sky tonight.â She made no move to get off of him, and he tried to stay as still as the stone theyâd been leaning against, unwilling to allow his own anxious movement to be the thing that chased her away yet unsure of what to do next.Â
He gave a small nod, keeping space between them so he wouldnât knock her helmet with his own. âYeah,â he let out a careful breath, trying not to let it shake as her light touch continued to ignite his skin. âMe too.âÂ
Her fingers spread wide against the back of his neck, pinky dipping daringly under his collar, and suddenly he felt himself tighten the arm he had around her, his hand curving over her shoulder. This⌠if she doesnât want this sheâll- He focused on the horizontal slit of her visor, his heart beating behind his eyes as he found himself wondering what color hers were, and what they would look like if he could see her now, what sheâd look like, wanting this.Â
Wanting me.
She tilted her head down, a tiny motion that he might not have even noticed if not for the way the firelight flickered in the reflection of her helmet. âAnd Iâm,â she paused and he felt her shoulders and back expanded under his arm as she took a breath. âIâm glad I got to see it with you, Djarin.â
âDin.â Like the number six, his name leapt from his tongue before he could pull it back, and its release into the world left him feeling almost dizzy. Thatâs- I just...I shouldnât have- He felt her freeze and stiffen, heard her shocked gasp, and knew heâd made a mistake. I shouldnât have told her. She doesnât...weâre- we arenât-Â
âYou...did you just-â She brought the hand that was still twined with his up between their bodies, resting them both against his chestplate. Something in the weight of them and the way they looked covering the carved ironheart symbol in the center, made him wonder if maybe it wasnât a mistake. Sheâs still⌠she hasnât moved. She didnât get up or⌠The fingers of her other hand curled around the back of his neck, gripping him more tightly. âDjarin, is that your-âÂ
âYes.â He watched their hands rise on his chest as he took a deep breath, then glanced up at the place where he wished he could meet her eyes, finding only the smoky lens of her training visor. âMy name.â Wished he had followed her lead and shed his gloves too, he ran his thumb along hers, pressing down. âItâs-âÂ
âDin.â She whispered it back to him. Though the times he had heard his given name since swearing the Creed had been few, he knew that it had never sounded like that. Before he could fully appreciate the charged, electrified way that it made him feel, she was sending another jolt through his chest as she spoke again, lowering her forehead even closer to his. âAashi.â Â
Thatâs her...She told me her n- He moved the hand he had on her shoulder to her back, flattening his palm over her spine as the charge ran through his bloodstream. Gulping down another breath, all attempts at keeping his reaction from her discarded, he pressed her closer. âAashi.â  Â
Until that moment heâd only known her by her house name, Zurn, and the clan signet that sheâd painted on the dented steel plate that covered her left thigh. Two daggers. He never thought that the symbol fit her. It was perfect for her Buir, the woman more than proficient with blades. But she- Aashi, his heart flipped in place just thinking it- was just as skilled and dangerous without knives or vibroblades, maybe even more so without them. Heâd known that from the very first day heâd met her, when he first referred to her only as buyca. And now I know her.Â
She closed the remaining space to let the curve of her helmet meet his with a soft but audible, tangible clink. âKar'taylir, Din Djarin.âÂ
He sighed out her name again as her fingers slid higher up beneath his helmet in his hair. And to think I was impressed with the stars.Â
That night, for the first time since coming to live among the Mandalorians, Din Djarin felt the press of lips to his bare skin as she sat behind him and lifted her own helmet just enough to kiss the back of his neck.Â
Karâtaylir, Aashi Zurn. Â
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He noticed right away.Â
As he looked back over his shoulder, the tilt of her helmet was off. She was moving too slowly. A sudden chill gripped his chest making it hard to take a breath as he shoved his way back through the fray to get to her. No! Cyare! Another blast hit the wall of a nearby home that came crumbling down, and he knew that at her current pace she wouldnât get out of the way in time. Launching himself at her, he caught her in his arms and rolled them both safely out of line of the debris, shielding her battered body with his own. He was extremely grateful that they had both just received their beskar helmets, knowing that the metal placeholders they trained in would do nothing to protect them in this situation.Â
But as he dragged her into an alley to safely assess her injuries, he saw that having the beskar wouldnât matter. Not for her, not this time. No⌠No, Aashi⌠His hands shook as he placed them over the growing red bloom at her shoulder.Â
Aashiâs helmet, one pauldron and both thigh plates were pure Mandalorian beskar. The rest was just durasteel. Since the Great Purge beskar had been extremely hard to come by. The Armorer had to be discerning in her distribution of new pieces, oftentimes awarding warriors with beskar for achievements or special services for the Tribe. It was how he had also come to possess select pieces made of the precious material. Her wound though, was on the shoulder not encased in impenetrable armor. And he knew what that meant. She did, too.Â
Another year had passed since the night by the fire- a year that had kept them and the rest of their squadron busy in protecting their covert from the encroachment of Imperial violence. A year that had been spent deepening their bond not only as warriors but as partners. A year that made him certain that he was bound to her in all but ceremony.Â
âYou h-have to go, Din.â Her voice was hoarse and thin, the modulator in her helmet doing little to hide the obvious agony she was in. He felt her weak grasp on his wrist as she tried to pull his attention from her bloodied shoulder to her face. âDinâŚâ Hearing her speak his name in that tone broke him, and he dropped his head, letting her take his hand, letting her bleed slowly into oblivion.Â
âI wonât leave you.â He could hear how stubborn he sounded and he hated it. Hated that he couldnât detach like heâd been trained to, hated that he would have to leave her, hated that he hadnât been there to take the hit that sheâd taken.Â
Using what little strength she still had, she brought her hand up behind his neck, fingers sliding slowly into his sweat slicked hair. He let out a shaky breath and realized his eyes were damp. âYou could n-never leave me, cyare. You are a p-part of me, always.â She bent her fingers gently to nudge his helmet down to meet hers, and he placed both of his hands on the sides of her head. âB-but you have to...to warn the others. You n-need to⌠the covert. They need toâŚâÂ
âShh,â he silenced her, moving one hand down to mirror her touch, placing it on the back of her neck. âI know. I⌠I will.â He knew that she was right. He had to get back to the covert to help as many of the Tribe escape off planet to Nevarro as possible. He hadnât gone through additional training, sworn additional oaths just to forsake it all to die in this ally with her and let the rest of the Tribe suffer the same fate. âI will.âÂ
âKarâtaylir, Din DjarinâŚâ She managed once more to tell him what heâd felt for so long, and then he felt her go limp, felt his heart stop, felt the world dim.Â
She was gone.Â
No. He shook his head, banishing the heartache that threatened to claim him. No. Not gone. She could never be gone. Like she told him, he was a part of her. And she was a part of him. She would be, always.
Leaving her there was the hardest trial heâd ever undergone, but there was nothing more he could do for her, and he refused to let her death be for nothing. He pushed himself back up and ran back to the covert, alerting who he could and helping as many to safety as possible.
It wasnât until night fell three days later on Dantooine that he allowed himself to finally feel the cuts, the breaks in his heart. He had stayed behind with the rest of the elite squadron until all of the Tribeâs members were accounted for, either fallen or fled to Nevarro. Only he, Hast, Vizsla and a handful of others remained on the planet, and would be leaving in the morning never to return.Â
Heâd spent that day solemnly traveling to the place of their first mission together, to the outcropping of rock where theyâd hidden from the rebels and bared their souls to one another. When he arrived there, he felt her, as though some part of her presence had stayed there that night. He thought a part of himself must have, too. Silently, he knelt down and took the blade from its sheath on his boot. Kaysh meg miit'gaana, oyacyi. The act of writing, even something that was unlikely to be read, even something that only he knew existed, was an act of commitment. Though Mandalorians were not known for making monuments to the dead, remembrance was of personal importance to all who swore the Creed. Placing his other hand on the cool stone, he brought the sharp edge to the rock face and began carving into it. One symbol, then the next, etching the lines until all five were legible. He didnât know how long it took, but when it was done he knew how long it would last.Â
âKarâtaylir, Aashi Zurn. Darasuum.âÂ
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book blogging #3: is this book, you know... gay?
Iâve been vaguely aware of Jen Wangâs The Prince and the Dressmaker for some time, and had the vague understanding that it fit somewhere in the genre of âwarm and fuzzy queer coming of age graphic novelsâ that seems to be happily proliferating these days, and while Iâm very much a fan of that development as a whole, I wasnât in any particular rush to seek it out.
then the pandemic happened, everything closed, my reading started to consist mostly of whatever my friends can lend me, etc. weâve had this conversation before.Â
textually, no explicit identities are ever claimed in this graphic novel; no one uses the words âtransgenderâ or âgayâ or âbisexualâ or âqueer.â thatâs understandable, especially is a pseudo-historical setting like this one when those words werenât have been used or understood the way they are today, although Wang is hardly trying to write historical accurate fiction and time period is deliberately vague. itâs a fairly significant plot point that Parisâ first department store is opening up over the course of the story, and in the real world that occurred in 1852. however, the titular prince is Prince Sebastian of Belgium, and since absolutely no such prince existed in 1852, it seems that this story is taking place in an aesthetically pleasing alternate history. neat!
unfortunately, like many fictional worlds, this one isnât exempt from real world ideas about gender, and Prince Sebastian is very, very worried about what will happen if anyone discovers that he, the sole heir to the Belgian throne, really enjoys wearing dresses. the only people he trusts with his secret are a faithful servant and Frances, the dressmaker who catches Sebastianâs eye with a particularly daring and controversial design. to boil down the plot very small, Frances becomes Sebastianâs secret designer, constructing avant-garde costumes for him to wear out on the town under the alias Lady Crystallia.
so, how are we - the worldly queer readers of 2020, with our nuanced understanding of the many ways gender, gender presentation, and sexuality can interact - meant to understand Sebastian?Â
right off the bat, I think itâs fair to say heâs certainly not meant to be a representation of a trans girl coming into her identity. Sebastianâs doesnât seem bothered by being a boy, only by the limitations that societal expectations have placed upon his wardrobe. he is certainly happier and more confident when heâs dressed up in wig and heels and introducing himself as Crystallia, but that primarily seems to come from being able to shed the expectations usually placed upon him and being permitted to dress as he likes. one gets the impression that Sebastian would be perfectly happy to use his real name and he/him pronouns while wearing his dresses, if only he didnât have to worry about someone learning his secret.
it seems most accurate to say that Sebastian could most accurately be compared to a baby drag queen, which made it extra surprising that (spoiler alert!) he ends up having feelings for a girl.
more specifically, he ends up developing feelings for Frances, and she likes him back, and they have some truly adorable little moments of falling in love. by the end I was really rooting for these kids to overcome their inevitable third act misunderstanding and get back together. and even as I was rooting for them, I was wondering: wait, so is this gay at all?Â
despite Sebastian fitting many tropes often associated with young gay men - he loves traditionally feminine clothing, he doesnât relate to his fatherâs love of sports or like physical labor, heâs extremely nervous about his parents expectations that he will find a wife - he never actually shows any particular interest in men or, indeed, anyone but Frances. while that certainly doesnât rule out that he could be bi or pan or an asexual who experiences romantic attraction, going purely by whatâs on the page it doesnât seem implausible that Sebastian is... a straight, cisgender teenage boy who happens to really like wearing dresses. Iâm not saying thatâs definitively what he is - I think thereâs a strong case for Sebastian being genderfluid or nonbinary - but thereâs also no categorical proof that heâs not.
what about Frances? while Sebastian initially tries to hide his identity from her, including that heâs a boy, she finds out the truth before their first meeting is over, meaning sheâs under no false impressions about who exactly sheâs falling in love with. the first time we get a hint of blossoming romance is a classic scene of Frances watching her crush while heâs unaware, then catching herself staring and looking away while blushing. this happens to take place while Sebastian has his long red wig on, lovingly brushing out his hair, looking pretty femme. later on the two of them spend a night together that is clearly a date, complete with an adorably awkward goodnight, all of which takes place while Sebastian fully presenting as male. truthfully, none of this tells us anything about Francesâ orientation(s) either, except that external presentation is absolutely no hurdle for her.
so this could, quite feasibly, be a cisgender, heterosexual couple, with nothing in the text to either strictly confirm or refute it. if youâre looking for canon LGBT rep, you might be a bit disappointed. but is the book queer?
there is a difference, after all, especially if we go looking for queerness in the academic sense, the kind thatâs less concerned with exactly quantifying identity and is much more interested in playing around to see exactly how far ideas of gender and sexuality can be warped, distorted, and otherwise used like so much Play-Doh. at very least, thereâs an absolute treasure trove of gender nonconformity on Sebastianâs end, which I donât think exactly needs spelling out. Frances is a more subtle rebel for falling in love with Sebastian in all his skirts and glitter; without going too far down the gender theory rabbit hole, heterosexuality is traditionally construed as an attraction between masculine and feminine opposites.
obviously Iâm not coming at you to argue that Sebastian as a cis, straight boychild who likes dresses is more radical than a Sebastian who is explicitly not-straight or not-cisgender. but as someone who personally doesnât jive well with the impulse to neatly label each and every facet of identity, thereâs something about this very sweet book that hits like a breath of fresh air. sure, Sebastian worries about being known as a boy who wears dresses, but he never seems to worry about what his clothing preferences mean for his own gender or sexuality. likewise, Frances has a lot of concerns about the pressures of keeping secrets and trying to build her own career, but sheâs spectacularly untroubled by the implications of having a crush on someone with such a wildly fluctuating gender presentation.Â
Frances and Sebastian know what they like - wearing/making spectacular dresses, and each other - and donât worry about the rest, and I think thereâs something really simply but powerfully sweet in that ability to simply embrace and explore what makes them happy without spiraling into an existential crisis about it. the problem is always external, always in the form of outsiders who donât understand, never grappling for internal understanding. thematically thatâs all pretty queer, so my ultimate grade is this: if nothing else, this book is one hell of an ally, and I think it has a lot of potential to resonate with folks across a wide variety of queer identities. it certainly made my heart all warm and tingly :)
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Read through this whole blog today and I love it, I love stories with accurate/realistic/diverse neurodivergent rep! There's really just not enough of it out there imo. So, how about more of that Virgil and Roman friendship story? :)
Thank you!! We try our best. Ah yes, more love for these two halves of a whole idiot.
TW: Ableism, Meltdowns, Panic Attack (mentioned), Taking away a personâs primary means of communication, Adult grabbing a minor
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
So ye, Virgil and Roman donât get along and that is Important to Know
They also sit next to each other in most of their classes
Itâs uh,,,, not a good combo
The pretty regularly make snide remarks and passive aggressive comments to one another
But itâs also important to note that they do have boundaries
Roman doesnât make fun of Virgil the time they have a panic attack over a test
Virgil doesnât make fun of Roman when he drops his tablet and freaks out thinking that he broke it
Thereâs limits, and they both respect them
But not everyone does respect those limitsÂ
Aka the day Everything Goes To ShitÂ
so theyâre in art class and thereâs a substitute teacher (usually never a good thing)Â
Because subs donât usually know their accommodations or just general disability etiquetteÂ
Theyâre doing art, but the sub has decided instead of just letting them work on their current projects there going to do something âfunâ and âexcitingâ
And the sub pulls out some washable kidâs fingerpaint and the class is already like âokay this is how itâs going to beâ
So they groan but do as told
The washable paint was definitely because the sub thought a class of disabled teens couldnât handle normal paint
Which is totally wrong
The sub should know that regardless of disability/ability, absolutely zero teenagers can be responsible with paint when a sub is teaching an art class
And the thing is, Roman and Virgil as table buddies have to share paint
Virgil is Not having a good time because the texture of the paint Sucks and theyâre being babiedÂ
(Also Virgilâs fine motor skills are Shit so theyâre already feeling pretty self-conscious about this project)
So Roman and Virgil are sharing paint and theyâre both being jerks about it
Theyâre not listening to one another and fighting over colors and itâs Not Great
This continues to escalate
Roman eventually pulls the paint dish closer to him because heâs trying to work on his thing and Virgilâs not even doing much to begin with so why do they need it??
Virgil retaliates by pulling it onto their desk
Roman pulls it to his
Virgil pulls it back
Two seconds later and these idiots are playing tug-of-war with a paint dish
And then
And then Roman gets a truly evil smirk on his face why theyâre both tugging on the dish
And letâs go
The paint slingshots back towards Virgil, absolutely covering them
The worst part is that it gets All Over Virgilâs jacket
This is a Big Deal
Bc this is Virgilâs comfort object and now itâs Ruined
And so the inevitable happensÂ
And they have a meltdownÂ
And boy oh boyÂ
Their aide is trying to get to them but the sub is instead grabbing Virgill and Virgil is screaming
And the sub is trying to soothe Virgil by saying that itâs all okay, itâs just some paint, letâs get the jacket off
But this is Virgilâs comfort item and they Do Not want to be separated from itÂ
And now Romanâs coming over bc the sub has Crossed a Line and heâs telling the sub to let go of them bc they obviously donât like that, leave them alone
The sub mostly ignores Roman
Eventually the aide gets the sub off of Virgil, and escorts Virgil to the schools Safe Room as Roman is still chewing out the sub
(Basically a room with a bunch of foam structures where kids can go if theyâre having a meltdown/flashback/panic attack of in crisis to get away from people and take a minute)Â
So now that Virgil and the aide are gone, just Roman and the sub are left and Roman is Not Happy
And the sub is getting at Roman bc âyou have no idea what youâre talking about. I had it handledâ (which he very much did Not have it handled)
So Roman is not letting him get away with that shit
Eventually the sub has enough of this
He snaps at Roman to be quiet
Roman refuses
The sub grabs Romanâs tablet and takes it away
And now itâs Romanâs turn to have a meltdown
The poor aide is coming back to grab Virgilâs stuff and is like âOh God Iâm going to have to talk to the front office about this subâ
And so this aide grabs Virgilâs stuff and gets Romanâs tablet from the sub (why the hell does the sub have romans tablet???)Â
And so now this awesome aide is grabbing Romanâs stuff and Virgilâs stuff and taking Roman to a Safe Room
Virgil and Roman both end up going home early that day
It isnât until later that week that they finally get to talk
#autistic sides au#autistic sides ask#pixelated-pineapple#roman grimm#virgil torres#autistic roman#autistic virgil#meltdowns#ableism
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OKAY BUT CHECK IT OUT!
So imagine Chris Kent and Duke start hanging out and being friends because Clark pushes him in the direction of the nearest Bat his age, thinking like...look it worked with all our other kids, sixth time for the win! Or whatever the actual number is with these literal mobs masquerading as families.
And Chris is for the most part a total sweetheart but he was raised by Zod and Ursa who were supremely consistent with their âKryptonians are superior to all other lifeforms who should kneel before anyone with our last nameâ rhetoric.Â
Its plausible that Chris, even knowing his parents were douches, would have internalized at least trace amounts of that he needs to work through....maybe just enough that heâs uncomfortable or awkward around Dick, because it bothers him that a human is using the name and symbol of a Kryptonian legend, or maybe its more accurately that it bothers him to realize it bothers him.
But Duke makes him snap out of it, because once he realizes the issue, he doesnât mince words and bluntly tells Chris:Â
âLook, I know youâre dealing with a lot being thrown at you all at once, but if youâre gonna keep having an issue with Nightwing, weâre gonna have issues. On account of yâknow, heâs my actual bro now and heâs totally a credit to that name and rep and nobodyâs got any business thinking heâs not worthy of it or whatever your deal is. So you can not deal and scram, or you can deal and weâll be cool. Or, if you want, you can choose Door Number Three and make a big deal about it and Iâll kick your ass and then weâll be cool.â
Chris isnât really sure what to say to that, so he defaults to:Â âAs if you could. I am Kryptonian, you know.â
Duke just smirks back, totally unphased:Â âAnd Iâm a Bat. Maybe youâve heard of us.â
Chris thinks this over. Nods thoughtfully. âPoint taken.â
And that behind them, they proceed to become the best of friends.
Meanwhile, Bruce happens to be lurking just out of sight around the corner, as he is wont to do, and overhears everything. He starts tearing up when listening to Duke casually threaten the ultra powered Kryptonian-might-as-well-be-a-demigod teenager, all without the slightest trace of nerves or even a hint of doubt about his ability to deliver yon ass-kicking if need be.
âIâm so proud,â he whispers to himself.
Hundreds of miles away, Clark hears. Because Kryptonian senses and also Plot Convenience. He sighs.
âSome parents settle for putting their kidsâ artwork up on the fridge, but no. Its his kids saying they could beat up my kids that makes him gush. Every time.â
âProblem, sweetheart?â Lois asks, with clear amusement. She has no idea what Clarkâs overheard, of course, but she obviously knows it has something to do with Bruceâs somewhat divergent parenting philosophies, so thatâs really all she needs to get the gist of it.
âNothing to worry about, honey,â Clark says, shaking his head. âIts just a day ending in âyâ, thatâs all.â
âMmm,â Lois muses knowingly. Sheâs not quite ready to let sleeping dogs lie, as she clearly senses an opportunity here. For entertainment. Its that keen reporterâs intuition, just used here for evil personal gain.Â
He tries not to begrudge his wife her hobbies. She works very hard after all.
âIs Chris doing okay over at Bruceâs? Getting along alright with his brood, I hope?â
Leading questions, oh how the love of his life does love them. All the more when he knows right where theyâre leading - but still knowingly marches straight towards his doom.Â
After all, precedence has established that trying to jump the tracks only prolongs the agony. Sheâs on the hunt now, and wonât stop until sheâs sated her amusement.
(Cat always warned him Lois had a mean streak, but noooo, he had to chalk it up to jealousy.)Â
So forgoing his usual stoicism and giving his wife the frank honesty sheâs after, undignified as it may be, Clark frowns. In a way some might describe as sulking, but they would be wrong, for it is merely a frown.
âWell, Duke just threatened to beat Chris up, but now that thatâs out of the way, they seem to be quickly becoming the best of friends,â Clark says. In a way some might describe as petulant, but they also would be wrong.
Lois nods as she absorbs that. And then she smirks. âTry and pin that on Bruce all you want, Boy Scout, but I think we both know Dukeâs not the only one of those two whoâs riffing off a well-established theme there. Or am I remembering wrong, and you and Bruce actually skipped straight to the enduring friendship, with absolutely zero blustering or bravado before that?â
âWhose side are you on anyway?â Clark pouts in a very heroic way, stiff upper lip and everything, as Lois sails breezily past him down the hall.Â
She laughs gaily, her playful mockery lingering in her slipstream as she vanishes into their bedroom. âThe truth of course, darling. Iâm always on the side of Truth.â
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Welcome back, everyone! First letâs go back to the ancient times of last week with a few to lead off the insanity that comes from our Lefty pals:
04/28 â Democrats Say Trump Not Allowed To Discuss Ralph Northamâs Infanticide Advocacy
Following the Bro-Fo Omar model, the newest form of hate speech from Conservatives is to accurately quote Leftists
04/29 â Authorities To Arrest Canadian Father If He Refers To Trans Child As Her Real Sex
Not that they give a damn, but if there are any sane members left of the gay community, taking a stand against something as wrong as this would do a lot more to showing us normals that not all Leftists are hateful and intolerant
05/02 â Obama saw the 2016 loss of Hillary Clinton as a âpersonal insultâ
To paraphrase an old joke that I remember hearing about frat boys:
âHow many Barack Obamas does it take to change a light bulb?â
âOne. He just holds it up and the world revolves around him.â
05/03 â INSANE VIDEO shows KIDS in Philadelphia Muslim center chanting about DECAPITATING their enemies!!
Add this to the list of things that are shocking now but will probably be part of the platform for the Democratic partyâs presidential nominee in 12 years
05/04 â Pelosi Wants Progressives To Rein In Their Message. Sheâs Afraid Trump Will Make This Move If They Donât.
As much as I dislike Pelosi, I wish our side were as brilliant at tactics as she is. That said, I love how sheâs now basically powerless to stop the âBats*** Crazy Caucusâ thatâs taking over her party.
05/05 â The Einstein working for the Senate Democrats
I love stories like these â poll gets launched. Rude surprise follows.
05/06 â WATCH: PA State Rep. Brian Sims Relentlessly Harasses An Elderly Pro-Life Lady On The Sidewalk
Isnât the honesty refreshing now that Democrats no longer feel the need to hide how much they hate half of this country? And he also wants to dox some teenagers.
05/07 â Crushed by the Leftist Juggernaut: One Lawyerâs Story
A scary and sobering look at how one half of the country feels it is OK to treat the other. And I would add that as it continues to get worse, the Vichy Conservatives still seem to think that itâs ungentlemanly to fight back.
05/08 â The Democratsâ Sore Loser Syndrome
Iâd take The American Spectatorâs R. Emmett Tyrellâs assertion that Democrats havenât lost a presidential election since 1956 â when is the last time the Demsâ ran a presidential nominee who didnât hate America? Iâd argue that it was Gore, as he didnât seem to hate us until after we rejected him.
05/09 â Progressives Face a Bleak Post-Mueller Landscape
To steal that great phrase I recall Rush using years ago as a take on FDRâs most famous line, âThe Democratsâ new slogan should be, The only thing we have to offer is⌠fear itself!â
05/10 â Chris Buskirk: Yes, David and Nancy French, A Christian Can Support Trump
Stories like this make me want to go bak in time to cancel my subscription to National Review a few years ago, as opposed to last month.
From the archives, remember Occupy Wall Street? While folks from our side got annoyed at having these thugs and vandals compared to the Tea Party, I pointed that It turns out that the OWS Protesters Are Just Like the Tea Partiers After All!
One last note regarding this weekâs Twitter roundup â while I generally keep them on the humorous/mocking side, the first one is pretty heavy and has a thread below it well worth reading. Keep it handy for any of your Lefty friends whoâve never read a history book and need to be educated at to what Nazis actually were.
On that cheery note, have a great weekend, everybody!
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The Teal* Bronco (*Turquoise)
First off I want to tag the amazing @aquadolan whose hilariously accurate reaction videos make me laugh cry every time I see them and makes me feel like we are experiencing the video together and having a laugh like a couple of mates despite being in opposite sides of the world.
Now for my reactions to 'Tricking my brother into thinking his car was flipped'
The ring mmhmmm just yes
The clapping tho? Not about it
Ethan has a shorter attention span then me and that's impressive
I did not pick the boys to like roller skating although they ice skate so it makes sense
Little bitch haha
I like the jumper. It looks fuzzy and cozy
How long did this take to plan? Honestly it seems like it would be taken forever
Roasting the matchingness to the car
He seems to actually be jealous that Gray's favourite car isn't the one he bought. That's adorable. Fuck I'm not even 2 mins into the video
And now the car is broken
Wait did I fuck up? Am I recording?
The gum Ethan. Eww for fuck sake mate don't be a pig.
'I have really bad attentional problems' yeah.. your English might need some work too
When's the last time I ate? -literally something I say most days
Roast him for dropping out of school and not remembering common phrases and sayings
Why do all Ethans pranks involve Graysons cars?
Also not wanting to say what time you wake up. Same
Laughing at yourself
I'm cool, I'm cool actually no I'm not
Groggy or drunk?
Slap. Pain kink anyone?
That damn projector
Air quotes
Did anyone understand the car mumbo jumbo? Like at all? Did anyone care?
Good job keeping a straight face Ethan. He won't suspect a thing.
Fun-ny
Why do boys turn everything into challenges? My nephews do it all the time
Full actor mode
Too many words in Google mate. Google doesn't care why you need a Photoshop artist
More air quotes. Except out of sync.
It's just a prank bro.
Bitter he can't go skating. Poor bubba
Morning voice half an octave lower. Yes please
Groaning. Thank you
I always end up falling asleep at least twice after waking up the first time before getting up. V relatable
Him jumping into bed to pretend to be asleep reminds me of being a kid and bolting through the house in the middle of the night after getting up to get a drink or something, trying to avoid monsters or waking up the parents
Jumpers with shorts?
He's got slippers. Awww
Realising a flaw in his plan when the car doesn't work.
Too many cars in the driveway
CRINGEY PHOTOS. WOO.
Fucking drama queen
That stupid photoshopped photo
Real us. Not actor mode us haha
Mr Dolan đ
Doesn't analyze it too much. Good idea
He has such bloke-ish child like writing
The calf tattoo đĽş
Socks and slides Grayson? That's almost as bad as socks and sandals. Fucking hell
Love a man in light grey sweats
Run Ethan go back to bed. You're so grounded (idk)
He pulled Ethans hip so hard. Jesus
What is that bike thingy in the background?
WHO DOESN'T LOCK THEIR FUCKING CAR??? YOU FUCKING IMBECILE
Now Gray let's put on our big boy thinking caps. It's not Ethans fault. Entirely. You also didn't lock the fucking car
Booty đ
Not knowing if you have insurance. Mate you should look into that. (Also a very me thing to not know)
Gray is loosing it. Like actually looks like he's gonna do the frustrated crying thing
"That's not chill you need to fix that." Pretty sure sleeping is pretty chill. Also how does one fix being a heavy sleeper (other then by having kids)
"You need to be able to wake up in the morning and get shit done" no need to call me out like that
Let me call the *mumble mumble mumble*
It's fucking turquoise- whelp fuck have to change the title
Who steals a turquoise car at 9am? He's loosing it
Awe he doesn't want people to get hurt. Cutie
Seriously why hasn't he called the police yet? When I got home from my nanas funeral to find my house broken into the first thing I did was call the cops. And then cry cos it was like 10pm and I'd just driven like 12 hrs so I was hella tired
He's V loud. And then V quiet.
You motherfucker. Ok rude but understandable
That sigh of relief and the laughter
All of the adrenaline just left Gray immediately. Also hiding under a blankie? adorable
"Where did you put it?" Immediately forgets haha
Did you ruin it and turn it pink or something? You're getting a rep E and why does Gray assume it would be painted pink?
The sound effect over Gray pulling up his pants to hide his plumbers crack đ
You need to rub it out. I mean ok sure
"I kinked up bro" just why đ
Slap. SPINNING. It's a theme park ride
You stole my car- Dude where's my car movie anyone?
Car upside down you say? Forshadowing
Grayson gives up on life.
Nope never mind he's dramatically throwing himself onto the bed and screaming into the blankets like a teenage girl
Also booty
FROG
Don't dance Grayson
It's all in the puff bro
Mr Dillon, not Dolan, Dillion
Grayson has left the building look
Nose boop
The eye movement. Wait you what?
Beard pulling
Give me the phone. No you are having the phone. Ok fine.
Intense eye contact for real tho
That dumbass look on his face. Grayson is shooketh to hell
Do they even understand any of this car mumbo jumbo? Does it even make any sense?
I don't know shit about insurance. Seriously dude that's not smart
MY CAR
That's not chill bro that's not chill at all. Putting them on a ban for the words chill and bro. More to be added. They use those words more then I use the word mate and that's impressive
I'm taking the phone and subtly suggesting human error (negligence) and a potential law suit
Oh you have footage? Talk to my older brother
I don't know much about cars. Dude
More stupid looks from Gray
I don't wanna see it
More screaming
More yelling Grayson
We can move your car but it's gonna cost you more money
Not falling for that pic
Just put it on the next one. Gray it's not a fucking bus. There's no schedule to have the next one come out. Use your head darlin'
More yelling in the car and swearing
How did he organise the street thing? Like actually.
Also surely it's illegal to pretend to have roadworks and fuck up traffic
VROOM. You go lil blue car
BULGE đ this is when I stopped paying attention the first time I watched it.
What is the camera guy (kyle?) wearing? Who said that be one were allowed to be a thing again? I'm not impressed
Grayson is v frustrated
DON'T LITTER
Neither of you should be allowed to dance. Its not good
That's the wrong question to ask about the camera guy's clothes
Fist clap
Wait where's the car? Is it safe? Poor Gray his brain is malfunctioning
Camera goes to Grayson. Ooh look bulge. Pans away. Move back ooh bulge.
If they keep upping the ante someone's gonna get hurt
I don't know what's inside of me. Never a good thing to say
Still allergic to dogs đĽş
HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED
I haven't heard you scream that much for that long đ
Grayson's pretty loud. I would like to test that. Please and thank you.
Deep breathing
SOOOO HARD. (I volunteer)
I am going to prank the actual s out of Ethan. Really taking the not swearing thing seriously huh
Sure whatever you say. He doesn't believe you'll get him back Gray. Kick his ass
Bruh
Eric deserves a medal for his phone acting. Well done faceless dude named Eric
I give up. I give up on everything. If that's not a fucking mood
Double bitched sounds like it should mean something else. Just saying
Boob caress
My guard's up. No your guard can't be up. Pretty sure that's not how it works Grayson
Just don't hurt me. Grayson is so not listening to him. He's still mad
No rules
It was fake There's no rules
Ethan being hurt Gray doesn't love his present
Still mad.
Rubs sweat all over comfy jumper. Childish
HE STILL LOOKS FUCKING LIVID.
Alrighty take three of finishing this thing. Tumblr crashed yesterday after I spent like 2 hours writing this and deleted half my comments. I couldn't finish it then cos it was almost 2am and I had work today so I redid it from like the 20 minute mark of the video. Then I saved it to my drafts And published it but it deleted the last like 5 minutes of comments so I had to redo them again. Here's hoping Tumblr sorts it's shit out cos it's late and I have work again tomorrow. đ¨
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my thoughts (that nobody asked for) on sierra burgess is a loser
okay okay okay.
so.
listen here, kids: this movie was real as hell.
okay, so, yes the cat fishing is a bit problematic. and so was the whole (spoiler) âhey look at this screenshot thingâ.
but oh hell. oh HELL.
one, trust me, the screenshot thing has happened so many times in my high school career. about half a year ago, a girl got suspended when her friend posted a video of her flipping off our rivals.
it was bad. but it was real.
sierra was real. she was uncomfortable with her looks. she was uncomfortable about being awkward. she was pretty much me. and parts of her story, though harsh, were so accurate. (spoiler) jameyâs speech at the end, about how he may not have noticed her? honestly screw positivity at this point, because i know how that works. i know how people just look past you because you arenât a cheerleader, or you donât play soccer. i get it.
jamey was real. boys with emotions? healthy happy boys with emotions? give me more. give me awkward, self conscious boys. give me nerdy, star-obsessed boys. let me see boys with hearts because we, as society, need to normalize it. also, we need to normalize dating cute girls like sierra because you know that speech at the end? yeah, thatâs probably because his friends would have made fun of him for sierra. teenagers are jerks. if you arenât with societyâs standerds of pretty than you arenât cool. so yeah, that was pretty true to form in high school folks.
veronica was real. parental pressure in every form is terrifying and awful. but god it happens so much. and assholes who just want you for sex? yeah, my friend just broke up with one. it happens literally everyday in high school. and itâs the absolute worst.
my boy dan was pretty real too. the friend who gets his ass dropped for a better ticket? hey look, iâve been there. my best friend has been there. weâve all been there.
also jameyâs little bro was so so so real. and their relationship was perfect. (spoiler) i adored how they treated having a deaf character, even going as far as to point out all of the stupid things people did when they meet deaf people. plus their little fight at the beginning was the reason iâm living still.
basically, sierra burgess was awesome. donât watch it if you donât want teens being problematic, but do watch it if you want teens being real. because weâre absolute messes. and for once something got it.
(also uh donât fight me veronica is solid bi rep and all of sierraâs rainbows point towards more bi rep. k? k.)
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If youâve listened to our podcast, youâve probably heard us say a million times that I and the other two Backloggers are originally from a state in the USA called West Virginia. Huntington WV, to be exact, similar to some other good, good podcast boys.
Plain and simple, we love our home. While I left it a few years back, Iâm always homesick for it. Growing up, I took for granted just how freaking beautiful the state was, and the amazing opportunities I was granted by being in a state where even the most major city was not even a mile away from massive forests and rolling mountains. Â Camping, hiking, and many other things were second-nature to me. Iâve mentioned it before but Yuru Camp legit had me crying remembering what I had to leave behind for better opportunity.
I mean, thatâs the capitol building for the state. And that mountain right behind it is the start of the surrounding forest. Nature be everywhere.
See, my home state is poor. Â Very poor, by United States standards, anyway. Â As beautiful as it is, West Virginia has been taken advantage of by hundreds of companies that mined it for its natural resources and then took all that money and ran. Â We prospered while those companies were here, but theyâre mostly gone and so has our fortune. The unemployment rate is higher than the national average and the state government is constantly misaffording funds. Â However, weâve always been a strong people. We were birthed out of a fighting spirit, seceding from the Confederacy and joining the Union in the American Civil War because we were against slavery. Â We were the first ones to start the Railroad Riots of the 1870s because we werenât going to lie down and let companies destroy the lives of their workers, and we continued that tradition of fighting for the little guys even this year, with the Teachersâ Strikes that started a national movement for better pay state by state for teachers. Â Weâve always been a strong people, though we suffer a lot.
Itâs because of this that Iâve found pride in the better aspects of my home. Â Yes, we unfortunately still have many horrible racial and gender issues, brought on by years of physical seclusion from the rest of the world thanks to our mountains as well as decades of conservatives ruling our entire state government, but we also have so many wonderful people that may not always politically agree, but will always have you at the dinner table, no matter your views or the color of your skin. Thereâs a hospitality in my home state that I hold dearly. Weâll not only give someone the time of day, but if you strike up a conversation, weâll also give you a free meal and place to stay, if you need it. So I think itâs such a shame that weâve always been given a bad rep.
West Virginia is rarely known about. Â Most people can find Israel on a map faster than they can find us, some of these people (no joke) living just a state over. Â When people do know about us, we have notoriously been represented in American media for decades as the place of illiterate and idiotic hillbillies who couldnât tell a door from a window. Â Weâve been the butt of millions of jokes about how stupid and bigoted we are compared to the cultured and enlightened masses of the rest of the nation. This, coming from even those Confederate states who still to this day have some of the highest rates of police violence and racial discrimination in America. Â But thereâs nothing we can really do. We donât have the funds or the media empires needed to try and change otherâs minds, or even have them realize we exist. So we duck our heads, keep to ourselves, and try to get by with what we have, hoping America learns about the real us in time. Weâre used to being the underdog because itâs all weâve ever known.
Thatâs why this past E3 Gaming Conference absolutely shocked me.
âVirtual Roads⌠Take me homeâŚâ
Fallout, a game series about the horrors and effects of nuclear war, has always been in love with taking well-known places in America and depicting what their apocalyptic counterparts would be. The dev teams for these games take great pride and pain to represent some of the most famous places in America, whether it be our nationâs capital of D.C., the historical city of Boston, the infamous âsin cityâ of Las Vegas, and even larger swaths of land like California and the Midwest. The most recent games had their teams spend long periods researching even tiny little details of Boston and D.C., representing relatively accurately (if apocalyptically) the buildings and culture of these places. So imagine what went through my head when I suddenly see the player character of Fallout walking through the hills of my home, stepping over the ruins of many places I spent my childhood.
My neighbors probably heard an incredibly loud, âHELL YEAH!â upon me seeing the New River Gorge Bridge in the game.
This was unheard of. Â West Virginia barely gets mentioned in a TV show now and again. Â The only movies that mention us are usually horror films, like Silence of the Lambs, Silent Hill, and Tucker Vs. The Forces of Evil. Â All good films in my book but terrible representation when the only thing weâre known for is bad cell reception and the perfect place to murder some kids. Â Yet booming off the walls of this convention hall was the famous song about West Virginia by John Denver, and on screens altogether larger than my apartment was something completely different. Â Positive representation.
In his well-known deep voice, Ron Perlman talked over that beautiful rendition of âCountry Roadsâ in the trailer about a people that would open the door to their vault and travel out into a gorgeous landscape to rebuild, the trailer showing off beautiful mountains, dense forests, rustic towns, and unbridled opportunity. Â There it all was. Â The New River Gorge, Morgantown, The Greenbrier Hotel, and even later on in the show was Camden Park, an amusement park located not even ten minutes from my old house. Â But to top it all off, after the dust had settled from seeing this trailer, the director and executive producer Todd Howard took the stage and stole my heart, giving these short and sweet words:
âNow most people donât know West Virginia that well. Â It is an incredible array of natural wonders, towns, and government secrets.â
It may seem like such a small thing, only two sentences, but for someone to speak so kindly even in this way about the place I grew up is so rare. Â And he even knew our history enough to include the mystery of âgovernment secretsâ in the mix, as we used to house the United States governmentâs secret emergency nuclear bunker. Â Not only this but Todd stated soon after:
âAnd we even use the folklore of West Virginia to bring our Fallout [creatures] to life.â
A line stated while showcasing cryptids and monsters from our folklore and history, like The Grafton Monster, Giant Sloths from ancient times, and even allusions to The Mothman. Â Pieces of the culture of my state were there, in all their strange and quirky glory. As the presentation went on, and Todd continued to talk, I just became even more giddy in my seat. Â The millions of people who play the Fallout games would finally experience in even a small way this place that I loved.
https://twitter.com/mothmanbot/status/1015447901613514752Mothman is real, on Twitter, and will take what they want.
Representation is an important issue and there are many, many groups out there that desperately need it more than some straight white guy from the boonies.  Most importantly, I feel these groups of people need our time and attention first. However, this whole thing made me realize that there was more to representation than I had initially thought, and a smaller subset to it.  My visceral reaction to seeing some geological location like Charleston in a video game was because I associate with that place so much. Itâs surprising how impactful where we grow up or where we call home can be to us. It incites a pride in us at times, something that is easily seen when going to sports games and watching the crowds cheer for their hometown. Itâs the feeling we get when after a long trip to other cities and places, we return exhausted and collapse comfortably in the safety and familiarity our beds. Our homes speak to us deeply, and help to shape who we are in many ways.
And itâs more than just a place on a map. Â To see a video game company try so hard to represent an underappreciated and oftentimes forgotten culture filled me with a joy I didnât realize I could feel. Â I spent a large amount of my time as a teenager just wanting to escape the culture around me. I hated the Appalachian accent, for instance, because it and its close cousin the Southern accent were the go-to accents in media to showcase someone as an ignorant idiot. Â My father even spent years getting rid of his Appalachian accent to be taken seriously in his field, his doctorate of chemistry apparently not always being enough to prove his intelligence. However, as I got older, and the idea of moving away became very real, I realized how much impact the people and culture around me had. Â I grew up with these hills and with these people, influenced by them, warts, accents, and all. I even started wishing for more of an accent, among other things I wanted to take with me, a reminder of where I came from and where I sadly had to leave.
West Virginia is one of many places that is rarely ever represented well, if represented at all. Â Iâm glad for those small bits of positivity we get, like the My Brother My Brother and Me television show, the wonderful film Logan Lucky, the respectful and loving episode of the late Anthony Bourdainâs Parts Unknown television series, and other small claims to fame my state gets. Â However, there are many other places that need some respect as well. Â We all have places that mean something to us. We should celebrate where we call our home and share that love with others, talk about them, let them see where our hearts lie. Â So that even if they arenât always represented in some medium, we can represent them ourselves.
 And speaking of representing, hereâs some of my favorite images I found of WV landscapes. Hope you enjoy them.
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 Mythos talks about how amazing and important it is to have representation in media of where you call home. Even if it's a little nuked. If youâve listened to our podcast, youâve probably heard us say a million times that I and the other two Backloggers are originally from a state in the USA called West Virginia.Â
#country roads#Culture#E3#fallout#Gaming#history#Home#John Denver#MBMBaM#McElroys#media#Representation#video games#West Virginia#WV
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Tsubasa Sleeping - Chapter 6
Wazamonogatari â Nisioisin p. 227-233
[Previous Chapter]
In fact, I made quite a big gamble on the amount of information I could obtain from Dramaturgie-san about Oshino-san, and on how reliable that information was in the first placeâbut now that I think about it, Dramaturgie-san may have made a similar gamble on me.
I might be a young traveler, but even though I was perfect to be used as baitânot false bait, actual baitâif there were any other options, I'm sure a professional specialist like him wouldn't want an amateur girl he'd just met participating in his work.
It wasn't a question of ethics or morals, but an excess of uncertain elements; unlikely as it might be, he couldn't even be assured I wasn't on the vampire twins', High-Waist and Low-Rise's side myself.
Whether or not I could be trusted, whether or not I could be relied upon.
It was more dubious than a ghost story.
But he must have accepted my request to collaborate and the transaction I proposed because he didn't see another way forward.
Using me to locate their hideout and settle the case before more damage is doneâto borrow his words, âfor the twins' sakeââmay not have been the optimal plan, but it certainly wasn't a bad one; I had some oddity-related acumen, after all.
Ougi-chan might look at our intentions and appraise us both as fools, with that thin smile, that dark smile of hersâ
(âlooking back now, regrettably, we'd probably deserve it. Both me and Dramaturgie-san ended up imprisoned in that old castle.)
(Setting aside how that happened, weren't High-Waist and Low-Rise under constant surveillance? Yet you couldn't locate their hideout without using a decoy operation? Kinda idiotic, isn't it?)
(I also doubted that point a bit; but when I actually got kidnapped, I understood. It's because the hideout itself was an oddity of some kind. That is, the old castle that was High-Waist and Low-Rise's hideout... it was what they call a citadel, but in a town that didn't exist.)
(A town that didn't exist... the scope of this story's gotten bigger. I see, I see. That's why they couldn't find the missing tourists no matter where they looked.)
(And why they couldn't find the hideout. The style is different, but was it what you call a âbarrierâ?)
(If they controlled an entire citadel, then they must've been pretty important vampires. They're bound by silly names like 'High-Waist' and 'Low-Rise', but I certainly understand why dealing with them was delayedâit was really for the sake of conservation.)
(Like how they wanted to conserve Shinobu-chan?)
(Hah hah. Shinobu-chan in her prime could've controlled an entire country, not just a city. So, the vampire twins' hideout would only materialize when they brought kidnapped humans inside? Understood. That'd stymie a specialist like Dramaturgie. Unless he used a decoy or bait, that is.)
(Would you use a different method, Oshino-san?)
(I'm fundamentally a negotiator, so my job would be to go between Dramaturgie and the vampire twinsâmy job would be to butt in. I'd be in the same position as you, Miss Class Rep. Although, I'm not so heroic as to volunteer myself as a decoy.)
(...I'm heroic?)
(Anyone can see that. But compared to spring break, you're still somewhat self-sacrificial, but not so single-mindedly devoted. You make a good impression. You just have an ulterior motive to obtain something you earnestly desire.)
Quite right.
Even if it were a big gamble, I'd embarked upon it precisely because I detected a chance of successâit certainly wasn't a barbarous act done in ignorance of cost-effectiveness.
Thinking of the dangerous situation Araragi-kun was currently in, what I was doing was completely within the bounds of safety.
(I don't think that's at all the case... But, we all place weight on things differently.)
(Indeed. Dramaturgie-san as well, I'm sure.)
However, I can't report that Dramaturgie-san and I won that gambleâwe both wound up in a dungeon, what more can I say.
Can't say anything but 'I told you so'.
This is why gambling destroys your life.
It might not have been wise to make poor calculations and act according to probabilityâI can't say entirely for certain, but if we were gambling, it may have been easier to achieve victory with a desperate suicide attack like Araragi-kun might do.
Though, of course, this was a decoy operation planned strategically by Dramaturgie-san, who was not a professional gambler.
For the sake of his honor as a specialist, let me just say that it didn't go entirely wrongâuntil halfway, the plan was being carried out perfectly.
(Until halfway, huh. Wouldn't that mean, in other words, that it was half-baked?)
(That's harsh, Oshino-san...)
But there's an element of truth in that.
If the plan had failed completely, at least Dramaturgie-san and I wouldn't have been confined to a dungeon with no hope of escapeâoddly enough, if it were the case that our strategy completely failed, we would likely have had an easier time reorganizing ourselves afterward.
It's like how they say a home partially destroyed by fire is nastier than one completely destroyed by fireâwell, that theory does have a certain persuasiveness for someone whose house once burned down like me.
To explain from the beginning, the part of the plan in which I played a decoy went splendidlyâa happy result, to use an odd expression(1). As a young traveler and a Japanese tourist, I successfully got kidnapped.
As I was walking carelessly down a remote road in the pitch black night, I encountered themâHigh-Waist and Low-Rise.
The two vampires.
I encountered the vampire twins.
(Hah hah. Araragi-kun would've said âwalking carelessly and carefree,â wouldn't he?)(2)
(I was not walking carefree. I was quite nervousâskipping along would be out of the question. I was practically walking on tiptoe.)
And I surely am not Araragi-kun.
I didn't technically âencounterâ themâI was caught in a pincer attack from the front and back.
I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and turning around, I found a golden-haired girl clothed in a dress so pitch black it dissolved into the night.
That golden hair immediately reminded me of Shinobu-chan, but I might not have needed to see her golden hair to tell she was an extraordinary presence.
The color of her eyes was red.
I suppose I could compare them to being bloodshot.
(Araragi-kun would've said âlike Chiba prefecture,â don't you think?)(3)
(Even Araragi-kun wouldn't say that. Chiba doesn't have a âredâ image, does it?)
(But that's because he'd call it the Bousou Peninsula, right?)(4)
(If you're going to keep making fun, I'll stop talking. This is a serious scene.)
Returning to the story.
Reflexively, I took evasive action.
Gazed at by those red eyes and utterly quavering in fear at the faint smile on her face, I instinctively prepared to run awayâI nearly abandoned my role of getting kidnapped by the vampires.
I'm a complete amateur.
All I'd accumulated was information, and I wasn't suited for praxis at allâOugi-chan would scoff at me.
I certainly won't say I got lucky, but as soon as I turned around instinctively to start running, my feet suddenly stopped.
It was a pincer attack.
In front of me, where a short while ago there had definitely been nobody there, a blonde, red-eyed non-existence had come into beingâstanding in my way.
Like a wall.
Blocking my way.
In counterpoint to the vampire in the pitch-black dress behind me, the vampire in front of me was wearing a pure white tuxedo.
With a smart bow tie.
Smiling thinly, gazing at me with eyes that really did look bloodshot.
A smile thin as a knife.
(I see. The twins were a man and a woman? All the more unusual.)
(Well, thinking about it now, I honestly can't assert whether they were men or women... I'll call them âsheâ and âheâ for convenience, but I couldn't really judge their sexes. They were both so very beautifulâas if they'd transcended sex itself.)
(Hmph. That's not all that unusual for oddities. All you need to do is observe their division of roles.)
(Division of roles?)
(Assigning themselves to be male or female... Even in a community of two, you can see there's a certain social sense about it. Very interesting.)
(Social sense... Perhaps. If so, it's a completely different mode of being from Shinobu-chan.)
They looked like teenage girls and boys not so different from me in age, but a vampire's appearance holds little meaning.
The important part is how they are on the inside.
The difficulty lies in how they are on the inside.
Even if they're not five hundred or six hundred years old like Shinobu-chan, I'm sure they've lived much longer than their looks would lead you to imagine.
Afterward, I truly realized that.
Following what Dramaturgie-san told me, the girl in the dissolving dress was High-Waist, and the boy in the bright white tuxedo was Low-Rise; but that distinction didn't seem to be very consequential.
They had successfully taken positions point-reflected from each other with me as the centerâI could only see the two of them as forming a single body.
Surrounded by four red eyes.
Trapped by four red eyes.
Caught in the glare of twin vampires from the front and behind.
As if I was rooted to the spot, I couldn't move an inchâI couldn't even tremble in fear.
Although, I'm uncertain exactly how accurate it is to describe the twins as staring or glaring at me.
It seemed like their gaze was actually passing right through me, and they could only see each other.
Only Low-Rise for High-Waist.
Only High-Waist for Low-Rise.
I don't think they could see meâdespite being in their line of sight, it felt like I was being completely ignored.
Well, you might say being ignored in that situation would be the best I could hope for, but of course, it didn't lastâafter that, I got carried off.
All according to plan.(5)
But that's as far as it went according to plan.
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Footnotes: (1) The expression used for âhappy resultâ here is ä¸éŚĺ°ž (joushubi), which literally means something like âupper, between neck and tailâ. (2) Careless (lit. un-vigilant) (çĄčŚć) is pronounced mukeikai, and carefree (lit. jaunty/casual) (���忍) is pronounced keikai. (3) Referring to Chiba prefecture in Kanto. âBloodshotâ is čĄčľ°ăŁăŚăă, pronounced chibashitteiru. (4) A peninsula that makes up much of Chiba. (5) âPlanâ means č¨çť (keikaku).
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Washington could be on the brink of requiring all school districts to teach comprehensive sexual health education, including lessons on birth control, healthy relationships and consent.
Senate Bill 5395, requested by the Office of Superintendent of Public Instruction, passed by a vote of 28 to 21 late last month in the Senate. Itâs currently stuck in the House Education Committee, The Stranger reported last week. Rep. Sharon Tomiko Santos, D-Seattle and chair of the House Education Committee, has not scheduled the bill for a vote on the floor. The cutoff to do so is Wednesday.
Proponents of the bill say it could help turn the tide of sexual assault rates among Washington teenagers, citing research that suggests students who have access to comprehensive sexual health education are healthier and less likely to be sexually assaulted than their peers who donât.
Opponents, including Vancouverâs Rep. Vicki Kraft, a Republican, say the bill undercuts family values, and that conversations about reproductive health should happen in the home.
The bill, if approved, would phase in required sexual health education requirements for all grades through Sept. 1, 2021.
Current mandates limited
Current law mandates only that schools offer lessons on HIV/AIDS and other sexually transmitted disease prevention from fifth grade onward. But schools can choose to provide more comprehensive sex education. If they do, existing law requires that the information must be age-appropriate, medically accurate and appropriate for students regardless of gender, race, disability or sexual orientation. Lessons must also include information about abstinence and other forms of contraception.
If SB 5395 passes, families will still have the opportunity to opt their children out of sexual health lessons.
The bill as proposed would require that consent be a cornerstone of whatever curriculum a school district adopts. Primary-aged students, for example, may talk about asking a friend before hugging them and how to communicate with friends in a healthy way. By fifth grade, students should be able to define sexual abuse, and by eighth grade on, define sexual consent and how to communicate consent to potential partners.
Superintendent of Public Instruction Chris Reykdal, a Democrat, pointed to Healthy Youth Survey data that suggest a significant number of Washington students have been sexually assaulted before they graduate.
In Washington, 31.4 percent of high school seniors reported that they had seen someone pressure someone else into unwanted physical contact, including sex. About 25.2 percent of students reported theyâd been forced into unwanted physical contact. Clark County students reported similar numbers; 29.2 percent of students reported they had witnessed unwanted physical contact and 25.1 percent said they had experienced it.
âWe are fighting what I consider to be one of the most profound epidemics of our current time,â Reykdal told the Senate Early Learning and K-12 Education Committee last month.
Better outcomes cited
A substantial body of research suggests that students who have access to comprehensive sexual health education experience better health outcomes than their peers who donât. According to a 2016 report in the Journal of Adolescent Health, comprehensive sex education can reduce the rates of sexually risky behaviors, improve reproductive health outcomes, increase condom and contraceptive use and decrease pregnancy rates.
Researchers from Columbia University also reported that students who received sex education that included lessons on consent were less likely to be sexually assaulted in college.
âThe research says if sex ed is going to be effective, it needs to be comprehensive, fact-based, evidence-informed,â said Laurie Dils, supervisor of OSPIâs sexual health education program.
Yet only 24 states plus the District of Columbia require that schools teach sexual health education, according to the Guttmacher Institute, a research and policy organization focused on sexual and reproductive health rights. Some have specific riders on those requirements, like Tennessee, which only requires sex education of the pregnancy rate for girls ages 15 to 17 crests 19.5 percent.
Opposition from Kraft
Kraft has been among the most outspoken opponents of the bill from the beginning, even testifying against the bill in a Senate committee hearing. She said parents oppose the legislation because they feel they are losing control over what is taught to their children. She also said the curriculum is too graphic for young children, and raised concerns about gender identity lessons that are included in the Washington state standards.
âThe parents are feeling like they are being taken out of the situation with all this,â Kraft said. âThey should be the ones that hold control of values.â
But Dils said most curricula encourage students to go home and talk to their parents about what their own unique values are; professional development offered to sex ed teachers encourages this, too. If a child asks, for example, how old someone needs to be to start having sex, teachers could say there are many opinions on the matter and encourage the student to talk to their own parents.
âReally, thereâs a strong commitment to sending kids home to talk to families,â she said. âTeachers should not be sharing their own values.â
As for Kraftâs fear that state standards contain âtransgender promotion at very young ages,â Dils said thatâs not true. Kindergartners may have conversations about whether itâs OK for boys to wear pink or girls to play football, for example, but thereâs no so-called promotion of adopting a certain gender identity.
âUnless thereâs a transgender kid in a kindergarten classroom, we would not expect conversations about gender identity at kindergarten,â Dils said. âIt would be outside the norm, and itâs certainly not a recommendation.
âThereâs nothing that promotes anything other than empathy, respect, kindness and understanding.â
Columbian reporter Jake Thomas contributed to this report.
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As Georgiaâs secretary of state, Republican Brian Kemp became known for investigating a nonprofit group that made a major voter-registration push focused on registering the stateâs large and growing non-white population. He also removed more than 1 million names from the stateâs voter rolls. In both cases, Kemp argued that he was trying to do whatever possible to prevent voter fraud. But his moves added complexity to the voting process in Georgia while also potentially benefiting his political party, since non-white voters in Georgia overwhelmingly back Democrats.
Seeking a promotion to governor this year, Kemp distinguished himself from the other candidates in a crowded Republican primary field in part with two signature ads. In one, to show his support for the Second Amendment, Kemp holds a gun in his lap, pointing it at a teenage boy who wants to ask one of Kempâs daughters on a date. In another, he suggests he might use his truck to pick up and deport illegal immigrants. Kemp later cast himself as a âpolitically incorrect conservative.â
At least one other politically incorrect conservative liked what he saw. The primary went to a runoff, and ahead of it, President Trump sent out a tweet endorsing Kemp. The secretary of state proudly touted that backing in the final days of the campaign and credited Trump with his eventual victory.
Republican gubernatorial candidates Ron DeSantis in Florida and Kris Kobach in Kansas have similar stories: Both had at least dabbled1 in Trump-style politics before running for governor, moved further in that direction to win GOP primaries this year, and were eventually endorsed by the president over more establishment opponents, which helped lift them to victories.
All three are now in close races. They could lose in November â in part because of a backlash to their Trumpish approaches.
Trump endorsed other gubernatorial candidates, but in DeSantis, Kemp and Kobach, we get, I think, the purest tests of how Trump-style politics is faring at the state level. In 2016, Trump won the GOP presidential primary as a different kind of Republican, with racial rhetoric and policies that appealed to white people wary of the countryâs growing racial diversity. But he won the general election because voters largely treated him like any other Republican. As John McCain and Mitt Romney did, Trump carried the white vote by double digits and won about 90 percent of the Republican vote. At the same time, neither black nor Latino voters turned out in unusually large numbers to cast ballots against him â he didnât do substantially worse among those groups than the two previous GOP presidential candidates.
Taking that same path to victory in this yearâs general election is looking fairly complicated for DeSantis, Kemp and Kobach.
Letâs start with Kobach in Kansas. The stateâs electorate is more than 80 percent white, so the racial dynamics are less relevant here. Kansas is far more Republican-leaning than Florida or Georgia, so the GOP nominee for governor probably should be safe, even in a Democratic wave election.
But Kobach has a big problem: Unlike what happened with Trump nationally, Republicans in Kansas arenât lining up en masse behind him. Kobach is controversial, because he has been one of the leading figures in Republican efforts, in Kansas and nationally, to limit illegal immigration and impose additional requirements on people before they can vote. A bloc of Kansas Republicans has said heâs too divisive to lead their state and is trying to stop him.2 About two dozen current or former GOP state legislators, a former Republican U.S. senator and two former Republican governors have endorsed Democratic gubernatorial candidate Laura Kelly, a state senator. FiveThirtyEightâs governors forecast shows Kobach as a 2 in 3 favorite3 â pretty underwhelming odds for a Republican in a ruby-red state.
That Kelly could win in Kansas is not as shocking as it might seem. Americans vote along party lines much less at the state level than they do in congressional elections, which helps explain why the Democrats have a slight chance of winning the gubernatorial contest in conservative Oklahoma and the Republicans are big favorites in the blue states of Maryland and Massachusetts.
Itâs possible that gubernatorial candidates in 2018 will have a harder time executing the Trump playbook simply because partisanship is weaker at the state level.
Republican partisanship in Kansas in particular also has another problem: Sam Brownback. And that has nothing to do with the president or Trump-style tactics. Brownback served as Kansasâs governor from 2011 until earlier this year, when he stepped down to take a post in the Trump administration. Brownbackâs almost total embrace of Republican orthodoxy on cutting taxes and spending4 left the stateâs schools with far less funding than even some Republican lawmakers and voters wanted. Brownback was one of the most unpopular governors in the country by the time he left office â and Kelly and Democrats are linking Kobach with the former governor.
Kobachâs response to the closeness of the race has been to double down on Trumpism. Earlier this month, Trump flew to Topeka for a rally in support of Kobach, with the Kansas Republican promising to âdo for Kansas what President Trump has done for America.â Weâll have to wait to see whether that gambit works.
In Florida, DeSantis has taken a more traditional approach: rally the base for the primary and then appeal to the center in the general.
During the primary, DeSantis, who served in Congress from 2013 until stepping down in September to focus on his gubernatorial campaign, employed a strategy of showing as much fealty to the president as possible. On Capitol Hill, he pushed a bill that would have stripped funding from special counsel Robert Muellerâs investigation of Trump and potential ties to Russian election interference and aggressively highlighted his opposition to so-called sanctuary cities. One of DeSantisâs campaign ads featured he and his daughter playing with blocks while DeSantisâs wife explained that the candidate was teaching the girl how to build Trumpâs border wall.
After the primary, however, DeSantis abandoned this Trump-centric approach and took steps that could appeal to more moderate voters. He tapped a Cuban-American woman, state Rep. Jeanette NuĂąez, as his running mate. He cast himself as a defender of Floridaâs business community against his Democratic opponent, Andrew Gillum, who has proposed raising the stateâs corporate tax rate. DeSantisâs TV ads are now largely focused on attacking Gillumâs record as mayor of Tallahassee; they mostly donât mention the president.
Howâs the Trump playbook going for him?
Republicans in Florida have embraced DeSantis: He is getting around 90 percent of the GOP vote in polls, and there is no sign of the kind of resistance among Republican elites that Kobach faces.
DeSantis is also winning among Floridaâs white voters, but heâs probably not far enough ahead of Gillum among that group to get elected (Trump won Floridaâs white voters by more than 30 percentage points). DeSantis may be hoping that an appearance by Trump at a rally with him later this month will boost his standing among white, culturally conservative voters (even though it could hurt him with millennials and minorities). I interpret this as a move of some desperation by DeSantis, since he was trying to move past this impression that he is a mini-Trump.
DeSantis also has a potential problem with the third part of Trumpâs winning general-election formula: avoiding a large increase in minority voters who overwhelmingly oppose him.
Gillum, who is black, has said that he will win in part by boosting turnout among black, Latino and young voters. And DeSantisâs embrace of Trump and some of the presidentâs more controversial allies, which may have been necessary for DeSantis to win the primary, could help Gillum drive up minority turnout by casting his opponent as racially intolerant. A day after winning the GOP primary, DeSantis said in a Fox News interview that âthe last thing we need to do is to monkey this up by trying to embrace a socialist agenda with huge tax increases and bankrupting the state.â Iâm not sure whether DeSantis meant this to be a racial comment, using the word âmonkeyâ in his campaign against a black candidate. If so, it also did not fit with DeSantisâs strategy of moving past Trump-style tactics in the general election.
Gillumâs allies seized on the remark, saying that it was clearly racist. And it was difficult for DeSantis to easily rebut this charge, because of his alliances with people who at times use racial and at times racist language, including the president. DeSantis recently distanced himself from a one-time supporter and major donor who in a tweet criticizing former President Obama wrote, âFUCK THE MUSLIM NIGGER.â A recent poll showed DeSantis getting 1 percent of the black vote in Florida â even less than the very small levels of support Republicans usually get in the state.
DeSantisâs challenges are exacerbated by the fact that, unlike Georgia or Kansas, Florida is a true swing state. So even if he had run a perfect campaign, DeSantis could end up losing the gubernatorial contest simply because he is running in a more Democratic-leaning year than Trump did. Gillum is a 4 in 5 favorite, according to FiveThirtyEightâs forecast.
In Georgia, Kemp also has to be wary of a wave of anti-racist voters rejecting him. Like DeSantis, he has generally sought to move to the center in the general election. His TV ads are now about his career in construction before he entered politics and his pledge to make Georgia the best state in the U.S. for small businesses. He isnât pointing guns at teenagers anymore.
I donât want to overstate Kempâs shift. His Democratic opponent, Stacey Abrams, favors allowing undocumented immigrants brought to the U.S. as children to be granted college scholarships through a state-funded program. Kemp is attacking her for this stance, arguing that the policy would bankrupt the program. It almost certainly would not, but Kempâs attack essentially positions Abrams as in favor of giving more state money to Latino kids. Trump has not campaigned with Kemp in the general election, but Donald Trump Jr. has.
Kemp, like DeSantis, is facing a racial problem from his past. As secretary of state, Kemp implemented a program that flags voter registration applications if the name differs in any way from Social Security or driver license records. The Associated Press reported this month that the registrations of 53,000 Georgians have been put on hold under this program. Of that group, about 70 percent are black.
As Kemp has noted, the 53,000 people can vote on Election Day if they bring identification to the polls that matches what it is on the voter registration application. But Georgia voting-rights advocates had long warned that such a program might make it harder for some people to vote. Whether that was Kempâs goal at the time this policy was implemented or not, I doubt that he wanted this controversy to erupt now. Abrams has seized on the controversy, arguing that it is the latest example of Kemp resorting to âvoter suppression.â And Abrams has connected this most recent debate over voter records to Kempâs aggressive scrutiny of the liberal group trying to register voters, which was run by Abrams.
The controversy has been extensively covered on local news in Atlanta and nationally. Being cast as racist on the eve of the election is potentially a huge problem for Kemp. Polls suggest that Kemp is getting 90 percent of the Republican vote and has a huge lead with white voters. But Abrams is only a 4 in 9 underdog. And she can probably win if two things happen: 1) turnout is high among black people, white liberals and younger voters and 2) some moderate, white voters â particularly women who are turned off by Trump and associate Kemp with him â either donât vote or back Abrams. That is an entirely realistic scenario.
If only because of the conservative leans of their states, Kemp and Kobach are still slight favorites, while DeSantis is trailing in Florida. But all three of these men could lose â and thatâs an illustration of the challenges of Trump-style politics. The president himself won a somewhat fluky victory that probably had a lot to do with Hillary Clinton and James Comey. Itâs not clear he can win in 2020. I wrote last year about how Kentuckyâs Republican governor, Matt Bevin, was borrowing from Trumpâs playbook â attacking the media constantly, for example â but had been more effective than the president in executing his agenda. But Bevin recently pushed through changes to the stateâs pension program for teachers that they largely opposed. Then he attacked educators for protesting the move, something Trump might have done. He is now very unpopular and could lose next yearâs gubernatorial election in deep-red Kentucky.
Trump himself and some of the white identity politics he and other Republicans are increasingly advancing may be electoral winners now and in the future. Or that all could be something that worked only on one random day in November 2016. The results this November in Florida, Georgia and Kansas will give us a first glimpse of the answer.
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