#farm spilling

[spillingthefarm]

overall I liked watching Joy Ride but

one thing that bothered me, because it wasn't explicitly addressed, is how Lolo was always shaming Audrey for "basically being white." Like oh don't even try eating XYZ food because you won't be able to handle it, instead of being supportive and helping her to connect to and enjoy her heritage. Like, even if Audrey was "raised white" or whatever that dubiously means, that doesn't change the fact that she has no access to white privilege. She looks Asian, she is Asian, that's what people-- especially white people-- see when they look at her. And that's literally the essence of what her childhood trauma is about-- she has zero connection to her heritage, and yet is ostracized, bullied, microaggressed, stereotyped, and oppressed by white people for it anyway! (Especially by white boys and men, who she spends a lot of time trying to vertically-assimilate with as a result.) She's rejected/scrutinized by white people for being Asian while simultaneously being rejected/scrutinized/criticized by Asian people/her best friend Lolo for "being white"/not Asian "enough." That kind of double fronted oppression undoubtedly only fueled Audrey's insecurity and internalized racism throughout her childhood into adulthood. Lolo gets to call out Audrey on her very real racism/Sinophobia specifically (wish Lolo hadn't used boba as an example, that was inane) but the movie never calls out Lolo specifically for the racial component of the way she treated Audrey. Obviously, Lolo apologized at the end, but it was a blanket apology for being an asshole/bad friend holistically lol. Just wished it had been spelled out for the benefit of any viewers who didn't pick up on how Audrey really needed an ally/a united front against racism in their tiny white town but Lolo was only able to provide that partially, and undoubtedly made some of Audrey's insecurities worse.

TLDR mixed race people and adoptees need and deserve space to just exist as themselves. When mixed race people/adoptees grow up to be racist and/or self hating there is always a reason... we all (white people and POC) need to make sure that we're not the reason lmao

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

insta

[inkskinned]

no, but really, we need to talk about the casual objectification that has become the fallback discourse of the internet: if you're pretty and dressed nicely, you're a slut. and if you're even vaguely outside of their body standard, you're fucking disgusting.

too-frequently, people position sex workers as being "the problem". they sneer you're addicted to pornography, you don't know what a real woman looks like. but real women are in pornography. the real bodies on display are not the issue here: the issue is that other people feel extremely confident when commenting on someone's physique.

2000's super-thin is slowly worming its way back into the public ideal. recently i saw someone get told to "go for a run", despite the fact she was on the thinner side of average. not that it would ever be appropriate to say that: but it's kind of like sticker shock when you see it. people think that is fat? holy shit. do they just have no idea about things?

but what are you going to do about it? that's the problem, right. because chances are - you're a normal person. we can say normalize carrying fat on your body, but we are not the billion-dollar diet industry. we are not the billion-dollar fashion industry. we are just, like. people. who are trying to make content on the internet, without being treated shittily.

as someone who has been on both sides of things: you are treated better when you are thin and pretty. this is statistically correct. i am not saying that you cannot be bullied for being thin; i'm saying there are objective institutional biases against certain bodytypes. there are videos of men and women who lost weight all saying: i now know for a fact exactly how much worse you're treated. in the comments, some asshole inevitably says something akin to you deserved to be dehumanized when you were fat.

which means that ... the easiest thing to do is be pretty and thin. it is the path of least resistance, because of course it is, because any time you post a picture of yourself without a thigh gap, someone immediately comments something like you need to try a diet.

the other half is also dehumanizing though, huh, just in a different way. when i put on makeup and nice clothes, i am told i slept my way to the top as a professional. do you know how many women in STEM have told me they purposefully dress to "unimpress" because they already struggle to be taken seriously and if they're ever considered pretty - it for some reason takes away from their authority.

so they make it seem like it's your fault. you, existing in a body - it's your fault! if you didn't want shitty comments, don't have a body. they position us against each other like chess pieces; vying for male attention we don't even need.

and i can be an authority on this unless you think i'm fat and unattractive. when i am pretty and thin, i'm an activist. when i am just a normal person who makes a good point: i am immediately dismissed. nobody fucking believes you if you're not seen as attractive. you literally lose value. you cease to exist.

but the whole time, it feels like - is anyone actually grounded the fuck in reality? the line of "pretty and thin" keeps shifting. nobody seems to understand what "a normal weight" even looks like, because it's not something that exists - you cannot tell a person's health by looking at their body. even if you think you could tell that, even if you're sure a person is dangerously overweight - people are not your dolls. they do not need to be dressed up or displayed properly to soothe your aesthetics. you aren't concerned for them, you're stealing their agency. you don't get to say if they're "allowed" to take pictures and post them on the internet - you don't get to tell them how to exist.

people hide behind "the obesity epidemic" without any actual qualifications. they crow things about "normalizing unhealthiness".

but it's bullshit. i have visible abs. there is a pair of parallel lines on my body, even when i'm relaxed; where my obliques meet my abdominal wall. i am proud of this because it means i'm strong, because i overcame an eating disorder only to be ripped as fuck. it is genetic and physical luck that i even get any definition, i'm pleased as punch.

but it does mean that my abdominal wall sticks out a little bit. the other day i posted a video of myself dancing, and, for a moment, my shirt slipped. you could see a little bit of my stomach. i was cartwheeling to the floor. moments before this, i'd had my foot over my head.

a guy slid into my DMs. a row of vomiting emojis prefaced: you should really lose some weight before you think about dancing.

i stared at it for a long time. there was a time when i would have been triggered by this, where it would have encouraged me to starve myself. i would have ignored the fact i'm flexible, agile, good at jumping: i would have lost the weight for a stranger's passing comment. i would have found myself and my body fucking disgusting.

and for what? to please what? because why? so that he can exist in this world without an unchallenged eyeball? what would my self-hatred even accomplish? usually i write paragraphs. obviously. on this particular occasion, in this body i've been at war with for ages: i just felt exhausted.

it shouldn't be even worth saying. it shouldn't be hard to explain. all of this emotional turmoil when he cannot even comprehend the most basic truth: i am not an object on display for him.

[feralchaton]

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

…Turns out Burrow’s End was not about cute magic stoats trying to find a new home, but SCIENCE FICTION HORROR that asks the question:

“What if the rats of Nimh just brutally murdered the humans and took over their lab?”

And the answer to that question is an Animal Farm dystopia featuring horrifying mutated creatures but really the story is a heartwrenching drama about a family trying to survive in the post-apocalypse and how they deal with their new reality and the traumas they’ve endured and it’s about what it means to be a parent and a child and an individual person within a family group and how the random horrors we endure by virtue of living lives as small insignificant creatures in our random universe can fuck us up and lead to intergenerational hurt and how it’s up to us to be more open and compassionate towards eachother if we ever want to make things better and heal those wounds but also everyone is a stoat

[aviationgeek71]

Summer's Last Stand...

In a final burst of vivid beauty, wild flowers sing a lullaby to summer's ever dwindling hourglass sand... as autumn awakens to adorn her crown, ready to alter the colorful hues of the land...

Johnstown, Ohio. August 28, 2023.

By @aviationgeek71

[theartoffresco]

[mangoob]

Every friend group has to have the xoxo gossip girls and to me that is Mark and Victoria, nobody can convince me otherwise

[honeysuckleporridge]

Inktober day 20 🧛

[moriilese]

we have a marriage pact

36

so fifteen more years

if we don't find someone

we will live together

sign the license for the benefits

tell our mothers we're dead

raise chickens and childrens

with flowers on our heads

[azukilynn]

tree farm

~

footfalls break silence

sappy, fragrant evergreens

old turpentine pines

~

azuki lynn

[spillingthefarm]

Will be posting The Locked Tomb/[] the Ninth spoilers

as #tlt spoilers and #ntn spoilers etc. Super juicy spoilers will have additional #spoilers tag. I’ll tag generic posts as #the locked tomb and #nona the ninth etc.

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

instagram.

[dontreallyknow1111]

girls night

[yvmoveon]

I truly just want to protect as many animals as I can protect. Forreal. Like I get so emotional, especially when i see baby animals. Like it hurts my inner soul when i see people abusing dogs and other animal because they literally are just there… 🥲 Living and wanting to just survive.

[jeanclamence]

“Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth.”

—Old Major (Animal Farm, George Orwell)