#is just...

[rustchild]

Intricate, invisible webs... link some of the world’s largest food companies and most popular brands to jobs performed by U.S. prisoners nationwide, according to a sweeping two-year AP investigation into prison labor that tied hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of agricultural products to goods sold on the open market. They are among America’s most vulnerable laborers. If they refuse to work, some can jeopardize their chances of parole or face punishment like being sent to solitary confinement. They also are often excluded from protections guaranteed to almost all other full-time workers, even when they are seriously injured or killed on the job. The goods these prisoners produce wind up in the supply chains of a dizzying array of products found in most American kitchens, from Frosted Flakes cereal and Ball Park hot dogs to Gold Medal flour, Coca-Cola and Riceland rice. They are on the shelves of virtually every supermarket in the country, including Kroger, Target, Aldi and Whole Foods. And some goods are exported, including to countries that have had products blocked from entering the U.S. for using forced or prison labor.

This AP Article on prison labor, while not surprising, is grim as all fucking hell

[dent-de-leon]

Okay, but the fact that the circus assumed whenever Molly ran off he was going to brothels--"I know what the others think, but the truth is...How do I put this...The world is harsh and cruel, and I don't seem to be able to just walk on by." The fact that Ashley says whenever Yasha went off on her own, she'd be doing little odd jobs, or heading to brothels. Something to distract her from how lonely she felt.

Molly admitting to her in a moment of vulnerability that, "Suppose I could use the company. I am recently out of a relationship the hard way..." Even when it's said with a wink and a smile, it's to deflect from how the truth is still so raw and gutting. The way that Molly and Yasha both lost someone they loved, both tried different means to cope--and then finding each other when they really needed it most.

Yasha joining Molly in choir practice--the two of them running off into the night together, chasing away the heartbreak. Molly saving other lost souls. Yasha in turn protecting him. "You see a wrong? You fix it." "We fix it. You're not doing this alone anymore. Got it?"

Yasha and Molly, who both loved and lost, who grappled with their grief in a world that had been so cruel to them. Both of them daring to open up their hearts again--

Also adding this in: this isn't to say that either of their coping mechanisms before were necessarily better, and I think both were unhealthy in their own way. They were both isolating themselves. The lonelier Yasha got, the more she seemed to distance herself emotionally. And in Molly's case, he's being so reckless, throwing his life on the line again and again. And Yasha sees it, knows it. "You stuck your neck out like that, completely alone...to help people you don't even know?" He's self-sacrificing to a dangerously self-destructive degree. It isn't until they both take up choir practice together that I think they're able to really start to heal.

[dizzying-faust]

As much as I dislike blitz//bee, people that suggest shipping shipping Bee with Sari is a more yikes than people shipping blitz//bee.

[guardsbian]

I'm upset about angel misinformation again.

[seenthisepisode]

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

[ilona-mushroom]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[tothechaos]

this is what every tiktok screenshot looks like to me

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[ciderjacks]

Sometimes I’m reminded that in universe Chilchuck is an actually influential figure who like. Made huge advancements for his people and community. Like as in gave them rights and protections. And who is widely known by half-foots because of that. Like. He’s not just some guy.

Idk For some reason that just makes his role in canon really funny to me. Like this older, extremely important and accomplished figure is just willingly putting himself thru it for the sake of this random autistic 26 year old.

[necromimetics]

can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.

[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

[valtsv]

it's such a bummer that losing control of your emotions only makes the entire situation worse in really embarrassing personal ways. losing control of my emotions should give me pyrokinesis.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

[incohorace]

what studying literature feels like