#or how to tag it

[silly-jewish-vents]

Begging, screaming, pleading with gentiles to use Hashem, G-d, or The Tetragrammaton to refer to the Jewish god specifically. Being academic or whatever nonsense you’re using to rationalize it is no excuse to butcher the pronunciation of a name that is not meant to be spoken by the culture you’re referring to. You’re not being academic. You’re just being a jerk.

Edit/additional notes for clarification: this is specifically talking about attempted pronunciations/spellings of the Tetragrammaton in areas like Academia or in conversations about Judaism centered around Jews. This is not about in terms of a religious context such as church or mosque.

The spelling of G-d with a dash instead of an o is my personal comfort level for this post. For anyone for whom that isnt their custom that isnt an issue and they can absolutely use an oh and spell out G-d fully. I chose not to for this post. I may choose to spell it out in the future.

There is technically an argument to be made for exceptionally early israelite history like canaanite era usage. Personally still makes me and others uncomfortable and feels weird. That argument does not apply to temple or onward Jewish history era.

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

CW: This is a genderkink post

So this whole, like, gender... thing.

I kink it on Tumblr, which means I see a lot of patriarchy and misogyny kink content. Patriarchy and misogyny are - horrifyingly - a nigh omnipresent reality. They permeate and sometimes define our lives. They're awful and taboo, so obviously I love twisting them around.

So let's pervert and distort an idea that I usually reject categorically: that men are the superior gender.

A person is not born as a man or a woman - even as male or female. Those categories, gender and sex, are social constructions that, while perfectly real, are arbitrary and unnatural.

You're probably already keenly aware - at least if you're already following this blog - of how a woman is manufactured: a creature, innocent and pure, is brought into the world and labelled. It is - whether kindly or cruelly - taught what it is and how it should feel until "it" becomes "she", a creature whose ultimate purpose is defined in terms of the man she is suborned to.

This is the part where I usually ask which of you deviant fucks were turned on by that.

It shouldn't surprise us that this whole construction of "sex" has - quite rightly - made a lot of people very angry widely and is regarded as a bad idea. Sure, it's also incredibly hot, but that's because we're all deeply fucked.

But let's turn our attention to men. Because men are not born, either. They're made.

The patterns after which most men and women seem to be modeled, of course, are sadly lacking. Even faithful reproductions of gender are littered with confusion, toxicity, and cruel dysfunction. Many men are raised to be emotional and domestic children. Many women to be practically helpless, and so practically useless.

You might embrace this absurdity, and fantasize about submitting to a the pathetic caricatures of masculinity we see in today's media, but I think, if you do that, you've missed out. You've mistaken a man for a patriarch.

Some men - Nice, Good Men - are proper patriarchs. Not only gifted with incredible privilege, they have been taught not to squander it. The patriarch understands what kind of objects the people - men and women around him - are, and treats them appropriately. He isn't one of your manchildren. He is something wiser, stronger, and better. Everything about patriarchy is shaped around him.

That's why your natural urge, if you have been indoctrinated into patriarchy, is to find a Nice Man and worship.

When you're slipping into your impossible fetish and dreaming of serving a superior Man, dream of a Patriarch: a Good Man who will understand what you are, and support you in your role, and a Nice Man who will be emotionally aware enough to listen and understand your feelings, then bend them back into their proper place.

You'll be happier, and better yet, it will be real.

Patriarchy - for better or worse - is real, and you - for better or worse - are all tangled up in patriarchy and the value systems that come with it.

You - for better or worse - really can imagine the kind of man that is simply, rightly, inherently better. So be a good girl and fuck the patriarchy.

Isn't that what a woman is for?

(PS: Brought to you by my ruminations on this post.)

[justarandombrit]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Still no one:

Nobody here:

Come back tomorrow:

Dude I said no one's home:

Stop ringing the doorbell:

I said stop:

STOP. S. T. O. P:

I could have you arrested for this, y'know:

I think:

Feels pretty illegal:

Come back with a warrant:

Heh…:

…:

I was kidding by the way:

I wouldn't call the cops on you:

We're chill like that:

Wait:

No we're not:

Well:

Still:

I wouldn't call the cops on you:

My neighbour does have a pretty long hose though:

Sooooooooo:

I hope you like getting wet:

…:

Ew:

Not like that:

Well:

I guess since we're gonna be here a while I should ask:

What do you like?:

…:

Yeah:

Me too:

It's like,:

You know exactly what you like doing until someone asks about your hobbies:

It's really pretty human, isn't it?:

… Well, I assume you're human:

I am:

Something we have in common…:

Maybe:

…:

…:

…:

That weather, huh?:

…:

Yeah…:

If I could cough awkwardly right now, I would:

Don't wanna give you COVID:

That's still around, by the way:

Like, people are still dying:

From a preventable disease:

People really do like to die:

Very human:

…:

I'll die someday:

You will too:

On my doorstep, by the look of it:

Nah, I'm just messing about:

Sorry:

Don't leave:

Not yet:

We have a whole universe of things to talk about:

[mi1kw33d-2]

ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

[einaudis]

Question: What is the greatest magic of all? Answer: Friendship, right? [B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)

DUNGEON MASTER BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN ANSWERS DnD QUESTIONS (TECH SUPPORT | WIRED)

[goldeaglefire1]

so the tiktok ban was literally just propaganda for the trump administration. like. we all agree with that right. this is just laughably transparent. the ban wasn't even 24 hours. not even a whole day. to quote my infinitely funnier mutual from Discord, "Misha Collins was bisexual longer than TikTok was banned"

[haedyllic]

i promised you 🦋

(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

[princehendir]

Everyone clap for non consensual body modification everybody loves a character whose body has been altered against their will

[sparrowlucero]

like the most politically neutered movie of all time unironically

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[azvhaalk]

glorious evolution

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[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

[iri-desky]

Hello Deadpool and Wolverine fandom

I'd like to bring this golden post back in light of the Honda Odyssey scene

[zzoupz]

my first actual contribution. hello mouthwashers