#about respect

[esuemmanuel]

Si nunca te han robado nada, será difícil que entiendas lo que se siente que lo hagan. Sin embargo, no es necesario que te quiten algo para que comprendas el dolor, la frustración, la tristeza y la decepción que se sienten en el alma cuando eso sucede. El que te roben, te arrebaten o tomen algo de ti —algo que has amado, que te ha costado, que has cuidado y que has reverenciado tanto como a Dios mismo—, ya sea una obra de arte o a un ser querido, como arrebata la muerte el aliento de la vida, sin explicaciones, sin permiso, sin compasión... y te dejen solo, vacío, sin nada... simplemente, llorando por lo perdido, mientras se anhela regresar el tiempo para tenerlo en las manos y ser feliz... ¡No! No necesitas que te roben nada para sentir lo que se siente... Dime ¿se te ha muerto alguien querido? ¿Acaso te has sentido feliz por su muerte? ¿Te has alegrado porque se te ha arrebatado la presencia de un ser amado? Si te ha dolido, entonces, comprendes lo que es que te arrebaten lo más amado... lo más querido... aquello que te ha hecho sonreír, que te ha secado las lágrimas, que te ha acariciado el corazón y ha borrado de tu faz la ansiedad o el arrepentimiento. Si, mi estimado lector, la hoja es como un ser querido para el escritor o el poeta, mientras las palabras son el aire, la sangre, la cometa, el hilo que conecta a ésta de la mano del que la sujeta... La hoja, la palabra y el alma son la triada del que necesita vivir a través de ellas, y éste es el que escribe cuando ha hecho lo imposible para estar en paz, pero nada le ha resultado como le resulta la literatura. Entonces ¿Por qué? ¡Carajo! ¿Por qué le vas a arrebatar lo más amado al ser humano que sólo puede encontrar su razón de ser en la hoja? ¿Por qué le vas a robar lo que ha llorado, lo que le ha costado, lo que le ha hecho calmar el alma cuando no ha habido otra cosa en sus manos que la posibilidad de la propia aniquilación? ¡Mira que la hoja le ha salvado más veces que el mismo amor! La hoja ha sido su amiga, su amante y su eterna confesora... ¿Y vienes tú a robársela? ¿Vienes tú a mancillársela? ¿Vienes tú a tomarla como si fuese tuya y te hubiese salvado a ti? ¡Por dios! ¡Respeta a su amada! ¡Respeta a su amiga! ¡Respeta, carajo! ¡Respeta! ¡Que no quiero saber cómo te sentirás el día que la muerte arranque de ti a quien más has amado!

If you have never had anything stolen from you, it will be difficult for you to understand what it feels like to have it stolen. However, you don't have to have something taken from you to understand the pain, frustration, sadness and disappointment that you feel in your soul when that happens. To have something stolen, snatched or taken from you -something you have loved, that has cost you, that you have cared for and revered as much as God Himself-, be it a work of art or a loved one, as death snatches the breath of life, without explanation, without permission, without compassion… and leaves you alone, empty, with nothing… simply, crying for what was lost, while longing to turn back time to hold it in your hands and be happy... No! You don't need to be robbed of anything to feel what you feel… Tell me, has someone dear to you died, have you felt happy because of their death, have you rejoiced because the presence of a loved one has been taken away from you? If it has hurt you, then you understand what it is like to have the most beloved thing taken away from you… the dearest thing… the thing that has made you smile, that has dried your tears, that has caressed your heart and has erased anxiety or regret from your face. Yes, my dear reader, the leaf is like a loved one for the writer or the poet, while the words are the air, the blood, the kite, the thread that connects it to the hand of the one who holds it... The leaf, the word and the soul are the triad of the one who needs to live through them, and this is the one who writes when he has done the impossible to be at peace, but nothing has worked out as well as literature. Why, then, why are you going to take away the most beloved thing from the human being who can only find his reason for being in the leaf? Why are you going to steal from him what he has cried for, what has cost him, what has soothed his soul when there has been nothing else in his hands but the possibility of his own annihilation? Look, the leaf has saved him more times than love itself! The leaf has been his friend, his lover and his eternal confessor! And you come to steal it? You come to defile it? You come to take it as if it were yours and had saved you? For God's sake! Respect his beloved! Respect his friend! Respect, damn it! Respect! I don't want to know how you will feel the day that death tears away from you the one you have loved the most!

[monophobix]

the real MVPs of arcane

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

[sparrowlucero]

The greatest injustice ever faced is that I almost certainly started the still thriving "clown husbandry" tag on here, but any discussion about it (from a know your meme page to a youtube video with 500k views) says it's a joke of "unknown origin" or credited to this post, likely bouncing off of mine (which was actively circulating at the time with like 30k notes):

This is a tragedy for many reasons, most of all because it wasn't just an offhand joke but actually a direct response to some of the funniest online hate I ever got:

They're erasing the truest history of tumblr: its desperate need to seethe and argue over every obvious joke with more than 10 notes.

anyways here is the canonical pet clown. according to me

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[ultimateloserboy]

why is nobody talking about the fact that bill literally saved the women in salem by giving them actual powers to defend themselves against their attackers… and there wasnt even a catch!! he just genuinely helped them!! he taught them how to love themselves as women and taught them how to laugh!! this moved me so much actually, i dont get why nobody else is talking about it

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[teaboot]

The idea that bodymod of all kinds from piercings and tattoos to gender-affirming care and amputations "goes against God's design" is such a fragile fucking take imo.

Like. Fuck, Brendine, you don't cut the moldy bit off a block of cheese? You don't spit out the bones when you eat fish? Do you never bake bread or cook food or chop off your hair? You just crawl around in a fig leaf bikini eating pine cones off the ground and shit in a hole?

Eve ate the apple already hon we ain't gonna undo that shit dressing like we're Children of the Corn

[tallymali]

genuinely what is the reason for the internet becoming so prudish?? who can i fight about this

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate double black battle scene

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.