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ISO 20715:2023 "Classification of Tea" Promulgated, Recognizing China's Tea Classification Systems as an International Consensus
Good news has come from Anhui Agricultural University, where Professor Wan Xiaochun, director of the State Key Laboratory of Tea Plant Biology and Utilization, has led the development of the international standard ISO 20715:2023 "Classification of Tea". The promulgation of this standard marks the official recognition of China's six major tea classification systems as an international consensus, and is a milestone achievement for China in the internationalization of tea standards.
According to reports, this international standard classifies tea into six categories based on its processing techniques and quality characteristics: black tea (traditional black tea, broken black tea, Keemun black tea, and Lapsang Souchong black tea), green tea (pan-fried green tea, baked green tea, sun-dried green tea, steamed green tea, broken green tea, and powdered green tea), yellow tea (bud type and bud-leaf type), white tea (bud type and bud-leaf type), oolong tea (semi-fermented tea), and dark tea (Pu-erh ripe tea and other dark teas). The standard also defines the technical terms of key tea processing procedures, such as shaping, withering, and fermentation, which are unique to China.
#Anhui Agricultural University#Professor Wan Xiaochun#State Key Laboratory of Tea Plant Biology and Utilization#international standard#ISO 20715:2023#Classification of Tea#China#six major tea classification systems#international consensus#milestone achievement#processing techniques#quality characteristics#black tea#green tea#yellow tea#white tea#oolong tea#dark tea#technical terms#shaping#withering#fermentation
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Ppl have latched onto the "oh so you just believe what a terrorist group says" so quickly abt Hamas as if that's the result of any kind of international consensus
In contrast to like Al Qaeda
Or Da'esh
#at any cops i dont provide material support to hamas#ETIM has more international consensus on designation as a terrorist group than hamas#also very funny how paraguay doesnt offficially consider daesh or al Qaeda terrorist groups but does hamas
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listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.
yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?
maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".
get a better joke
#toy txt post#god im going to regret this post im gonna regret it so much i can feel it in my bones#let it flop..........pls#internalize my message let it sink in and understand what i am saying and then let the post flop#i say. knowing the ppl who need to see such a message are the ones who will make me regret this post and regrwt not having#1 million bajillion disclaimers#virgin is in quotes bc its a bullshit made up stupid purity culture concept anyway and quite frankly i hate even seeing the word#disclaimer: the previous sentence is not me saying that it is a slur for asexuals. it is me a single individual saying this specific word#grosses me out to read and see everywhere when its a stupid bullshit binary made up or at least historically largely used#to shame largely women and i dont know why we're still using it in 2023#and ive just been. seeing such an uptick in this whole like. attitude? lately and like#im ace im minorly sex repulsed. mostly about anything sex at me bad. other adults sex at each other consensually? go wild#i like to think im pretty chill about it. i try to be. i think its fine ig to be like 'my meat is huge i fuck so much so good'#like okay not my thing but good for you. love that for you#but then some of yall have started turning it back around back to. 'haha your meat so small and shriveled you get no bitches'#'haha stupid incel virgin' like okay. didnt realize we all went back to fucking. middle school but okay#god im gonna run out of tine to get ready for my thing writing this stupid post UGH evil#but like idk we've kinda circled back to being like haha being a virgin still is stupid and silly and shameful#and if im quite honest. i do think the acecourse played a part in that bc i felt like we were making good progress in like#hey guys is fine to not have sex ever if you dont want to its fine to not want sex its fine#and then aphobes went fucking rabid on us and splintered and destroyed online communities all over but especially on tumblr#and so many aces went back in the closet we stopped talking about it we stopped spreading awareness and now this stupid goddamn like#and now this stupid bullshit attitude is back where its like funny to call someone a virgin as an insult but like no bro trust me its okay#its okay for me to do it bc im a hot queer person with huge meat instead of a cisstraight frat bro with huge meat#? like you know the issue was the behavior right? not the fact that it was straight dudes saying it? its bc the thing being said was shitty?#you know you can dunk on the puritan bitches trying to police your behavior at pride without getting us as collateral damage right#stop making me read that stupid ugly ass word ur not cool or funny#whatever#if you come on to this post to start shit i will not only block you but as many of your mutuals and followers as i can find. i will scroll#i will block this entire fucking website if i need to do not test me. i am exhausted and the acecourse ate up all my tolerance in 2015.
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Fun fact! Japanese fans call chosoyuki pairing "tsukucho", which is funny, because Japanese are very strict with pairing names: first part of the name is always the one who tops, second part is the one who bottoms (for them itafushi and fushiita are kinda different pairings). I don't know whether they always name pairings with dominant women this way, but I still find it hilarious.
If you want to search it on Twitter, here is key words: つくちょ / 九脹
Also sometimes I see "chotsukucho" (ちょつくちょ / 脹九脹) variation, somebody told me that they use this name structure for switches.
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this may be an unpopular opinion but i hope tma never gets a visual adaptation
#and not because it wouldn't slay#but bc y'all are not normal when someone has a different internal vision that deviates from the fandom consensus#of what the archives crew looks like#i can see the bloodbath from here#i do think if it ever did get a visual adaptation jonny and alex would do their best to match fan expectation#but the terms of having a different company and other creatives involved would mean different stakes in casting choices#and it could be glorious but it could also be severely underwhelming#and tma is already so so so beloved#it would be very hard to match it in a different medium#and i don't think this fan space would care for deviation at all#THE ONLY EXCEPTION TO THIS (FOR ME) is a clay stop motion video game#the magnus archives#tma#tma podcast
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(Re)Living a Nightmare, part 2
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You're still here? Okay, it's not gonna get any better for our poor boy. Do read and heed the tags/CW.
Basic Summary if You Decide to Skip
Also please skim this chapter and this chapter if you haven't already, because they will be referenced heavily in the story coming up
TW/CW: rape/noncon, bound and gagged and blindfolded whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, knife play, neither safe nor sane nor consensual, blood (lots of blood), victim blaming, internalized victim blaming, whumpee and whumper unknowingly triggering each other, blunt force trauma to the head (face), panic
NOTE: The inner thoughts and opinions expressed within do not align with those of the author, who themself has never and would never condone such thoughts and opinions in real life. Reader Discretion is advised.
All Thomas asked of him was to change into clothes he wouldn’t mind replacing, which usually meant that whatever Khaled wore would be torn/burned/ stained so irreparably that it’d just be thrown away after. Already based on that request, Khaled could guess he was in for a rough night. He had no idea how much worse it could get until he was blindfolded, bound, gagged, and carried out the apartment and down to the cold garage, where the hard foot-well of the back seat waited for him. The car revved to life, and his restrained body lurched forward as Thomas pulled out of the garage and drove them to fuck knows where.
Eventually they came to a stop, Thomas exchanged some words with the night-shift guard at the old house, and then they kept going until they parked. Khaled slowly started to put the pieces together. They were back at the old house, which probably meant Thomas wanted to take him downstairs, which meant whatever he wanted to do to him would be too messy or too specialized to do back at the apartment. What is he planning? Khaled wondered. He’s asked me to wear my most expendable clothes, he’s tied me up like I used to be when I was recaptured, he’s thrown me into the back like when I was recaptured-
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the car door opening. He blindly tilted his head toward the chill of the night and the distant sound of frogs singing. A pair of calloused hands hauled him up from the foot-well of the back seat and slung him over a broad shoulder. “Thought you could escape me this time, did you?” his master’s voice purred in his ear.
A pit of dread competed with the chill of the early spring night in his bones as Khaled realized what all this preparation had meant. Master wants to roleplay my escape attempts. He began shivering, though not just because of the cold. A warm hand rested on his buttocks to steady him as he felt himself being carried inside, through the hallway, and to the front of a very familiar door. Reliving his failed escape attempts but with an added sexual element was one of Khaled’s recurring nightmares. What cruel irony was this, that he had begged so enthusiastically no more than half an hour ago for this man to make his nightmare come true?
The familiar creak of a door opening preceded the dusty, dried-blood smell coming from the stairs leading down into the cellar. Khaled pleaded through the rag stuffed in his mouth and the tape sealed over his lips as they descended the stairs step by concrete step. He tugged at the zip ties binding his wrists and ankles, but all that did was dig the hard plastic further into his flesh.
The cellar in the basement was the only room in Luciano Antonio Costa’s old house that didn’t get renovated when they converted the rest of it into an office space. Mainly because its purpose as a room for torture and interrogation never went obsolete. Khaled didn’t have to see it; he’d been down in the T&I cellar enough times to have the layout committed to memory. Dusty, red bricked walls arched into a curved ceiling where two overhead lamps hung by thick chains, illuminating the large expanse below. A fireplace and all its accompanying iron tools sat to the left, and a rack lined with various instruments of torture was positioned to the right. In the middle was one large table with scratch marks furrowed into its edges, and many other types of equipment were either shoved in a corner or hanging from the ceiling, suspended by heavy chains and hooks like morbid chandeliers. Partitioning a back portion of the room was a large iron gate leading to a small offshoot of the basement, much like a door to a prison cell. Not much lay beyond the iron gate besides a hard-worn bench and several opaque plastic storage tubs full of mysterious items.
Khaled squirmed as he was lowered onto his stomach on top of the familiar table. “What were you thinking,” scolded the nightmare looming above him. A faint swish of a pocket knife and cold steel next to his skin made Khaled pause his struggles as his master cut away the zip ties. “Escaping in this cold weather without so much as a scrap of clothing on you –did you even have a plan?” he taunted. “I don’t know what your plan was, or even if you had a plan, but was it really worth freezing yourself to death?”
Khaled enjoyed the freedom of his unbound limbs for only a moment until his wrists were snatched into a tight grip and gathered in front of him. A coarse and scratchy material –rope, most likely –began entangling around and in between his wrists as his master continued talking. “We have a tracking chip installed inside of you, remember? You can never escape me; I will always find you.” With a forceful tug, Khaled’s hands were pulled in front of him, then he couldn’t move his hands at all. The other end of the rope must have been tied off to the ring attachment at the edge of the table.
His ankles remained free, if only to make it easier to take his pants off.
There were some light shuffling noises before the wooden table groaned under a newfound weight. Khaled felt the body heat of another person leaning over him. The cologne Thomas wore quickly overpowered his senses as the man hovered close. Khaled could feel his master’s breath on his ear and something hard and stiff against his backside. “The last time you tried to run away, a friend of mine advised me to cut your tendons,” Thomas sultrily whispered.
Oh god no. By now, Khaled knew which escape attempt they were reenacting, and, coincidentally, it was the one he had nightmares about the most.
“I don’t want to permanently cripple you though,” Thomas sighed, “mostly because it would be even more of a hassle to care for you, but I will cripple you temporarily, at the very least...”
He could already hear the hiss of the iron.
His panicked cries took on a new pitch of desperation. Without warning, his master’s fingers pinched at the edge of the duct tape on Khaled’s mouth and pulled, making him scream in pain. The rag was quickly removed, only for his tormentor to shove his index and middle fingers past the boy’s teeth to depress his tongue. “Suck,” he growled, “because this is the only lube you’re going to get.”
“Please, no, not this one, please, please no, not this, not this,” Khaled begged around the fingers in his mouth.
The fingers quickly withdrew before Khaled’s head was yanked back by the hair and then smashed onto the table. Stars danced across his blindfold, and a faint trickle of something warm and wet escaped from his nose.
“Let’s try this again.” Thomas shoved his fingers back into the boy’s mouth, burying them to the knuckle and making the boy gag. “Suck.”
Khaled shakily worked his head up and down the length of the fingers as his tongue lapped at each digit. He started to cry. As soon as the fingers withdrew, his pleas picked up again in earnest. “Please don’t burn me, please don’t burn me, please don’t burn me, please don’t burn me-”
“Would you relax?! I’m not going to burn you!” Thomas shouted above him. “What about��any of this looks like I’m gonna burn you?!” Khaled heard a frustrated huff above him as his master yanked down his pants and underwear, exposing his bare ass and legs to the cold. The shed clothing was discarded, landing with a soft whump somewhere behind them. The two digits that were in his mouth forcefully entered him below, all pretense of play forgotten as they began roughly working him open. “Besides which, weren’t you the one who wanted to do this? You asked for this, you wanted this! You said you would be good for me!”
And he was right, he did say he wanted this. He asked for this to happen. So, with a defeated sniffle, Khaled went quiet and limp.
“So, are you going to be good for me now?”
Khaled’s bruised forehead scraped against the table as he nodded.
“Thank fuck,” Thomas grumbled.
I asked for this, Khaled told himself. The darkness around his eyes became damp as the blindfold caught his tears. I asked for this, I wanted this. He repeated it like a mantra as the man on top of him replaced his fingers with his cock and steadily screwed him against the table. I asked for this, I wanted this. Something tore down there as an unmistakable thin, warm, and sticky fluid trickled past the cock pummeling his hole. I wanted this. I wanted this…
I didn’t want this.
I never wanted this. Any of this.
I don’t want this. Slowly, the new mantra gained strength, and he let the words slip between his lips with every shuddering breath. “I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this-”
“Tough shit,” his master grunted.
Khaled pulled against the rope restraining his hands as he struggled against the body pressing into his. “I don’t want this! I don’t want this! I don’t want this! I-” Again, Khaled’s face was smashed against the table. He heard a faint crunch as a new river of blood flowed out of his nose.
“You can scream all you want, nobody’s going to hear you,” Thomas growled, “but for fucks sakes, can you please scream something less annoying?!”
Khaled kept repeating it between every sniffle, like a sad broken record. “I don’t want this,” he sobbed. “I don’t want this… I don’t want this…”
His begging finally outwore Thomas’ need to finish. “Fuck,” his master huffed, unsticking his sweaty torso from Khaled’s clothed back as he pulled out of him. Khaled collected his heaving breaths. It would be too naïve of him to believe his bitchy whining finally got through, but he would appreciate this moment while he could.
He suppressed his sobs and tilted his head to follow the footsteps and shuffling sounds Thomas was making as he tried to guess what would happen to him next. Khaled heard the faint schwing of a different knife being unsheathed. It cut through the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt as his master finally completely undressed him, tearing away the scraps of cotton the knife didn’t excise from his body. “You said you would be good for me, but you have been anything but!” A twisted strip of cloth was wedged between his teeth and hastily tied off at the back of his head. His master’s hand pinned him down by the back of the neck, crushing him against the table with the weight behind it. “You said you missed me, but you’ve only fought against me this whole time!” Khaled screamed into the gag as the tip of the knife sank in between his shoulder blades. Its blade dragged tortuously and deliberately through his skin as his tormentor continued griping above him. “You’re a fucking liar, you know that?” The knife mercifully lifted from the trough it had carved, only to be plunged into a new area of Khaled’s back. “Do you know what I do to liars, boy? I make them pay!” The raw wounds on his back wept with blood as the knife kept slicing, spilling over his sides and pooling underneath his stomach and the table below. It was hard to cry with a gag in his mouth and a broken nose full of blood. He gasped for breaths between sobs, never quite getting a satisfying breath before the pain of the knife would make him scream again. His tears slipped past the saturated blindfold and tracked down his cheeks to join the pinkish smear of saliva, snot, and blood he could feel covering the lower half of his face. “This is for Callahan!” The knife drove down and sliced another line through his skin for each name the monster dropped. “This is for Trémeaux! And Robinson, and Martinez, and Kruger, and Kościelsky, and this-” The knife dug deeper this time. Khaled bit into the gag as his nerves screamed in agony, the steel scraping something hard as it dragged against his back. “-this is for my brother; he is never coming back! Tony is never coming back, and it’s all because of you!” the monster above him roared.
It was in that moment, between the terror and the pain, that Khaled realized with a fascinated horror that his master was reliving a nightmare, too. I need to snap him out of it if I’m getting out of this cellar alive, he realized. So, he set his own trauma and pain aside and began doing what got him into this mess in the first place. The twisted cloth had loosened just enough. He pushed it out of his mouth with his tongue and started begging as if his life depended on it, because this time, it really did.
“I didn’t kill him!” he cried. “I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill him!” Khaled screamed well past the point his throat hurt. “Master, please, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill any of them! I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him, Master, I didn’t kill him…” If the knife had stopped cutting into him and the rope around his wrists had been untied, Khaled was too far gone in his panic induced catatonia to notice. “I didn’t kill him… I didn’t kill him…” he rasped through a throat torn raw from screaming.
Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz @bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood
#whump writing#heavy chapter ahead#tw rap3#tw noncon#tw blood#tw victim blaming#internalized victim blaming#creepy/intimate whumper#bound whumpee#gagged whumpee#blindfolded whumpee#knife whump#neither safe nor sane nor consensual#blunt force trauma to face#whumpee just has the worst time#whumpee and whumper accidentally trigger each other#is this too dark?#is it too late to ask now that i've already posted it?
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Husk: I need to burn calories
Angel: Y’know, kissing burns calories…
Husk: So does mercilessly beating the living shit out of people I hate.
#Husk: where’s that lamp obsessed freak#Angel: 😳#Husk: what?#Angel: …#Husk: …do you still want a kiss?#Angel: *internally screaming* Y E S- but not for the reason you think#Charlie: *spying on the exchange and about to explode*#they’re in love your honor#huskerdust#Angel: come to think of it I need to burn some calories too- can I come?#the entire hotel suddenly feels the need to ‘get some exercise’#Angel has never been so deeply touched in his life- emotionally that is. the other kind happens all the time *wink*#Vaggie: Angel- don’t ruin this#husk/angel#angel dust needs a hug#CONSENSUALLY#preferably from husk#incorrect hazbin hotel#Hazbin hotel#let’s go kill a moth#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin angel dust#they’re gay your honor#incorrect quotes#the gang bonds through intense violence#against Valentino#is this actually incorrect because I feel like they would 100% say this#i will go down with this ship
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me 🤝 Hawks in this fic
being confused
#this entire wip is just hawks being like 'eraser come collect your intern you can't just leave these things unattended'#which is RICH coming from him#he comes so close to self awareness and then he dances away from it#shinsou hitoshi#takami keigo#liza writes#the hawks brain rot has been powerful these past few weeks#also hawks stans of the world if you're reading this what is the general consensus for him referring to himself in fics#i keep swapping between hawks and keigo#but i am Unsure#also non hawks stans if you have thoughts i'd appreciate them sm#scheduling this for l8r
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Oden is winning the bad bitch competition jesus
#so the prophecy was from before oden was killed... so he sacrificed himself for it too...#TURN THAT SONG UPPP!!!!!#WHAT HAPPENED??? also kiku is like 'why am i the only one here serving cunt' and she wojld be right....#luffy got socks and new sandals omg.... and a new sword....#zoro almost killing sanji with enma aldhakdjsksjskqj sanji said put on the armor 😉 and the sword became homophobic#wanda still has namis clothes on... oh its serious....#otsuru omg.... queen.... and she also knows kinemon is there.. the drama the angst#this episode is just edging.... why do i know that something happened at the end of the episode.... enough.....#talking tag#watching one piece#episide 959#NOT THE SUNNY!!! THE PEOPLE FROM OKOBORE BURNT ALIVE???? NOOOOO#me wondering why oden has such a short skirt and then they hide their wives from him when he enters the city ajdjsksk yeah....#omg oden pantyshot.... i keep getting fed this season.....#why the new ad breaks with luffy ace and sabo omg..... dont....#i love this bit about old people with black hair having blonde hair when they were young...#tsuru stripping kinemon of his clothes akdhakdhak#why is oden such a menace lmao jotaro kinda man..... he changed the course of a river 💀💀#hes got a harem???? consensual and everything wow... first poly man in wano lmaooo#oden sama you have to stop... your drip too hard.... your swag too different... your bitches too bad... oden sama they will kill you#making oden on top of someones cremation is too much they should kill him for that i agree also wdym he is 18.... this is a grown man#that was fun but wtf is oden.... what kinda creature#episode 960#kinemon and otsuru hug??? damn why are all the men blushing sndjks i wanna say he is cool but i can't... internalized homophobia...#this is so funny they hugged to fight the gay for oden allegations bc why after all that kinemon is on his hands and knees crying about how#he would die for him????? gay as hell#orochi was a servant for yasuie???? damn...#oden receuiting his band of simps....#episode 961
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I finished reading Dune last week so we’re celebrating by watching the 1984 one, and uh, what the fuck is going on
#so apparnelty the critical consensus on this sucking was right#but it sucks in the funniest way possible#every single casting and directorial choice was so fucking terrible#and where David Lynch decides to break with the book versus adapting is also hilarious#like let’s keep all the worst parts of the book (the dumb internal monologues) but change a ton more (let’s make Jessica hysterical)
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If the homophobia has been internalized then the character has internalized homophobia
#putting most of my thoughts in the tags#but believe it or not#the gay character who said he felt like a mistake has internalized homophobia#i remember we got that nick script that said will hated himself#and then we were told it was ‘fake’ the consensus was ‘yeah will loves himself!’#no…#no he doesn’t…#like ignoring everything else that happens in that scene#like oh the part where he literally signs away his chance at a happy ending#because he doesn’t believe he deserves to have one#‘i deserve it’ will LITERALLY believes that he deserved the bad hand hes been dealt BECAUSE of his sexuality!!#im sorry but that IS internalized homophobia!!#and yes will IS facing a lot of external homophobia#but where do you think the internalized homophobia comes from#it doesnt exist in a vaccuum#ih is i formed by the external environment#do you think that mikes ih developed purely on its own?#IF THE GAY PERSON BELIEVES THAT WHAT THE HOMOPHOBES SAYS ABOUT HIM IS TRUE#THEN THAT IS INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA!!#and no I don’t expect Will to solve the world’s problems#but I DO expect him to realize that the hand he’s been dealt is unfair#and that he DOES deserve better#will is not just a self loving kid who’s only conflict exists outside of himself#his conflict is both internal and external#internalized homophobia#not tagging in the big tags#robin wakes up at 5am and has thoughts#okay back to bed now
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It’s really weird and kind of sad realizing that you are growing differently than how someone you’ve known for a long time is growing
#it doesn’t mean the end of the friendship or anything. But it is a shift#it’s really weird and sad. At least in this situation to me#I was talking with my friends from high school and just so many small comments they made…#I could see and hear the internalized shame and discouragement and lack of self love and care. and they had just. accepted it?#like my friend was talking about genuine issues she’s worried about in her new job and not feeling qualified or prepared#I know she has ADHD. a lot of the things she was talking about to me are things that are related to her ADHD#struggling to remember instructions and having poor sense of direction - both MEMORY SKILLS - while also supposedly teaching others#she said she told her supervisor that she *doesn’t know anything* and her supervisor is like *you’ll be fine* but she doesn’t think so#and like. I’m hearing that she doesn’t feel heard. she feels unqualified and intimidated. and she is gonna Put in a lot of extra work#because she’s afraid of not being good enough and feeling ashamed at not being better. and it just hurt to hear the whole group agreeing#with her approach. like the consensus was basically *yep you’ve gotta fend for yourself to put up the best charade you can to make them#think that you’re more functional than you are and you aren’t struggling*#and like. I hate that? that’s essentially adhd masking. that’s so much extra effort and work because she wont receive support from her new#bosses and can’t communicate with them her struggles in a way where she feels heard and thus won’t be accommodated#like??? I couldn’t believe everyone was just rolling with that and assuming it’s normal to hide yourself and work extra hard to compensate#for your challenges because they’re something your supposed to hide. like?? NO#both in that convo and throughout the amount of internalized shame in this group is. SO. MUCH!!!! I’m like??? guys??? self love???#googoogajoob
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comparing UNGA votes regarding the 2023 israel-hamas war:
iraq, india, south korea, and tunisia went from abstention to support, as well as several european countries
european countries that abstained twice include germany, bulgaria, hungary, italy, lithuania, the netherlands, romania, slovakia, ukraine, the uk
argentina went from voting in favour to abstaining
croatia opposed the october resolution, then went on to support the december call for ceasefire
#un#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#gaza genocide#israel#colonialism#i/p#jerusalem#ceasefire now#i didn't know france voted for the oct resolution#sadly general assembly votes are not legally binding like the unsc's#it's more a measurement of international consensus#i hope something will come out of this though
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being bi is so weird bc when I like a woman it's like "you're the coolest most radiant person on earth, maybe if i stand in your shadow I will absorb some of your energy, if you so much as look at me I will dissolve and become naught but dust, you are so powerful and I am a mere worm"
and when I like a man it's like "I'm going to study you like an insect. I'm going to fling you across the continent and into the sea. I like you so much. fuck you"
#need more data to report back on how i feel abt nonbinary people but the consensus for now is theyre just fuckin cool#dont take this too seriously btw. the 'fuck you' is said in the same tone as 'it's not like i like you or anything' lmao#and none of this translates into Behaviour this is all just internal intangible Feeling i do not want to do violence to men or anyone thx#mar 2023
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how do we feel about the ethics of working for a company that manufactures both weapons for the us military and genuinely beneficial devices for civilians, on one of the civilian projects. potentially with it in writing in your contract that you will not get a security clearance and they will not ask you to
#asking for me#i have been out of work for so long and i'm running out of local companies to apply to that don't demand mandatory us citizenship#genuinely soliciting responses. to be clear. i have not reached an internal consensus and am grasping for things i might have missed
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