#suffering quota

[douwe-dijkstra]

Screenprinted poster for Tartarus Records presents with Onhou, The Flesh and Suffering Quota 12||11 at Vera Groningen

[clementimetodie]

The problem with the "diversity" initiative is that it had intended to fix a real problem. Employer bias does exist and they will often forgo the candidate they are biased against even if they are qualified. But the initiative went far beyond fixing a real problem and created new problems as "diversity" became the priority rather than the effort to eliminate unfair discrimination. Both the left and the right ignore different aspects of the problems at play here

[sevenines]

i saw this tweet and found it interesting for two reasons. one is that some people base how good cartoon network would be to toh by how it treated su, and despite the fact that su’s treatment by the network was considered poor at the time, now its thought to be exceptionally good in comparison to modern shows.

two is how exactly su got impacted by a limited budget. a common criticism is how characters like connie, peridot, and lapis are left out of missions. but balancing a lot of characters is not only hard but also costly (extra animation, extra voices—it’s been revealed that the show is limited to a set number of characters per episode otherwise they’re over budget). animation mistakes are not uncommon since retakes cost extra. the entire reason the original show got cut short was due to loss of funding!

[mariocki]

Night School (Terror Eyes, 1981)

"There's been another killing."

"Mmm."

"That doesn't seem to surprise you."

"When man kills for the sake of killing, there's no reason why he should stop."

"Do you really believe that man can go out and kill, just like that?"

"Why not? You see, animals kill when they're hungry or when they're threatened. But man is the only animal who destroys his own kind for the sheer pleasure of it."

[jelreth]

hey whyd you put that on my dash

oh so im getting judged for ttg robin beating you to death shifter fic. but i got no flack for joker x kermit oviposition? 1984

[jellybeanium124]

like most people I enjoy blorbos suffering but I can't enjoy fic of ed suffering bc he has hit his suffering quota in the show already and I only want good things to happen to him for the rest of his life, but I can and will enjoy stede and izzy suffering because they haven't suffered enough yet in the show

[lesbianinaginkgoforest]

WE NEED FUCKING SOCIALISM WE NEED TO ORGANIZE THE WORKING CLASS; WE NEED TO FUCKING KILL ALL AGRARIAN LANDLORDS NOT ONLY HERE IN ARGENTINA AND LATIN AMERICA IN THE WHOLE THIRD WORLD. OUR BACKWARDNESS OUR UNDERDEVELOPMENT IS JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THEM BEING MEGA EXPORTERS OF RAW MATERIALS AND ONLY GET RICHER WHILE 60% OF THE POPULATION IS BELOW POVERTY LINE AND PEOPLE IN INDIGENOUS COMMUNITIES STARVE, PEOPLE IN FARMING TOWNS STARVE, PEOPLE IN THE CITIES IN FAVELAS STARVE. I'M SO FUCKING ANGRY I JUST WANT ALL OF THE AGRARIAN CAPITALISTS AND INDUSTRIALIST THAT ARE WORTH FOR NOTHING TO DIE.

[magmabloodrebuke]

Absolutely don't mean any disrespect as I know it must be brutal work, especially with such a small team, but... from my experience, why are some petsite staff teams so allergic to quality over quantity? I see entire communities begging the staff to slow down if they're having trouble keeping up, insisting they can wait and won't be upset if staff takes their time on things rather than rushing through them -- and staff just keeps doing it the same way, even when they're obviously stressed about it themselves and neither party is happy about it in the end. I just don't understand why they'd do that to themselves

[daz4i]

who the fuck designed this cursed machine known as the human body. i'd like to have a word with them. or perhaps send a strongly worded letter

[killa-trav]

pep buying kalvin phillips for 40 milli just to fulfil the english quota and so no one else can buy him n now apologising in the media to phillips for not selecting him is quite disgusting like pep has ruined phillips' career for no reason all bc he's a massive cunt

[vampiremourning]

feeling Pathetique lads

[goodmorning-hello]

Okay no yeah had a very Weird time with the gender wizard today and i think i gotta get it off my chest

So first time meeting the endocrinologist, to discuss the intersection of PCOS diagnosis and possibly going on T, yeah? And the whole time i felt like i was talking to a wall, so. zero points on bedside manner. But that got me sort of on my heels and wondering if I'm just not articulating myself well enough to be understood right, or if she's not really listening, or what.

And like. She was asking a LOT of questions about my depression levels and specifically asked about thoughts of self harm / si, and like. Yeah?? I've been at that rodeo for AGES, that's not your business??? That's for unpacking with my therapist; i didnt come in prepped to air out that laundry today. Let's get to the topic at hand, no?

And she was asking about my social history and who I'm out to, which like. Yeah okay, i guess that's a sort of fair question, but also i sort of fail to see how it matters? 1) You don't know my family dynamic, you don't know whether being out to my family means DICK ALL. 2) If my friends peace out bc i tell them I'm a boygirl, then I'll be well rid of them and i will find new friends. 3) It's not my boss's business AT ALL whether I'm a lady or not on any given day, as long as i show up and do my job they shouldn't, and don't, give a shit.

And she kept iterating that going on T will cause some permanent changes, which. Yes, that's the idea. Why are you telling me this. I want those changes. That's what I'm asking for.

And ultimately she decided that she wouldn't advise it "based on my social situation"

Bitch i am a grown ass man??? I KNOW my social situation, and I'm capable of navigating the changes that this would entail. I understand that this is going to cause some permanent changes, that's why im here. I have thought about this. I wouldnt be here if this was a fleeting fancy. Do you know how long i waited for this appointment.

And now that I've been percolating on it I'm belatedly realizing that actually yeah, i am kinda mad. Not even bc i didn't get what i want, but just at like. What the HELL was going on in that appointment? Does she think i don't know my own situation and mind, and don't understand what I'm asking for????

And i was just so mentally wrung out from the day I'd already been having before she even walked in that i just sort of accepted it, like. Yeah sure, whatever lady. I'll call back in a month or two so we can have this exact same conversation again on a day when I'm ready to fight you for it, let me out of here so i can go eat something today.

[selamat-linting]

i know manifestation doesnt work and that you cant exactly will a tragedy to existence, but it still spooks me when someone seriously says "someone's going to die" when looking at genuinely dangerous / unsafe situations. like, the mentality that your every word is a prayer haven't died despite me rationally knowing its not true or even strongly supported in a theological sense.

[trickerycleric]

its fucked up because i think both my parents have closeted themself so badly to the point where theyre both anti-whatever i think they actually are

[luminewhosthat]

Hey guys

I felt quite insecure and ashamed to post this,

But I don't think I can hold it back anymore.

I'm from Bangladesh, my homeland, I speak Bangla, it's my mother tongue, and I'm proud of my roots but my family immigrated to America many years ago. But I still care a lot about my country. So recently, there has been a lot going in Bangladesh. Mainly, it's because of its corrupted government. Our prime minister Sheikh Hasina is literally a dictator, if you go to twitter and search about recent news in Bangladesh, you can see that the situation is not that good. Basically, it's because we have a thing which is called "Quota" and it affects the Bangladeshi Government job sectors in a very negative way. This "Quota" is for the freedom fighters who fought in 1971 war which happened in Bangladesh. But the problem is that, even though those freedom fighters are dead, their families are welcome to enjoy the privileges which the quota provides.

Mostly, the grandchildren of these freedom fighters can use the quota to get jobs in Bangladesh's most prestigious job sectors, which has created a huge unemployment problem in Bangladesh. Also, these "so called" grandchildren are now TOTALLY CORRUPTED AND RUINING OUR COUNTRY while enjoying many privileges given by our PM and Bangladeshi students are very mad about it because normal, brilliant students with ZERO QUOTA cannot get into any prestigious job sectors no matter how hard they try!

Thousands of students have also committed sui*ide because they could not feed their poor family who are looking up to these brilliant students so that they can spin their family's poor fate.

From 13 July till now, the students of many public and private universities of Bangladesh are protesting together and risking their lives in order to remove this disgusting, vile and cruel quota system. Unfortunately, given to these current circumstances, our PM still pays no mind to these poor students who are protesting ENDLESSLY and literally DYING ON THE ROAD !!

Sheikh Hasina has labeled these brave students as RAJAKAR/TRAITORS (Collaborators who aided the enemy country Pakistan in 1971)

Our brave Bengali students, male and female, got so enraged, heartbroken by the fact that their prime minister called them traitors of the country just because they wanted the quota system removed. Following that incident, on July 15, at 1 AM, Dhaka University students, Eden Women's College students and many other University students broke down the gates of their hall at midnight and ran down to the streets to protest while chanting "Who are you? Who am I ? Rajakar, Rajakar!!"

Brave men and women who are protesting against this quota, are now being brutally attacked and mercilessly killed by the government party terrorist organization Chhatra League. The students at Dhaka University are now being attacked with stones, Bats, knifes and literally anything that can hurt a human brutally enough. Our government has turned their back on us, claiming that these students are traitors of their own country, and they are selfish because they do not want the quota system to give benefits to only the grandchildren of freedom fighters anymore.

But the reality is, these so-called grandchildren are now dominating 56% of job sectors with the help of money, nepotism and other dishonest ways while the honest student of our country stays unemployed, their talents wasted, efforts unappreciated and thus, they suffer from depression.

I'm not asking that much from my followers, but please, for the love of God, share my post as much as you can. These mass protests are not being seen enough, share and retweet as much as possible, we need to spread these horrifying actions committed by our PM to the world. Shame, shame, shame on them. Shame on our government for turning a blind eye to hundred thousand of these students. The streets of Dhaka have been drenched with the blood of our students; in order to save their lives, we need to spread this news as much as possible. My cousins from Bangladesh are absolutely frightened, their exams have been stopped, teachers are also turning their backs on these students, they have nowhere to go now. My cousin's classmate got her arm broken off by terrorist organization Chaatro League men just because she was protesting against the corrupted system.

Women are getting assaulted, acids are being thrown at these students, violence is now occurring left and right, our PM is a woman and still, she chooses to betray the students and stands still on her disgusting beliefs with the terrorist government organization Awami League supporting her crimes.

On 21 February, in 1952, thousands of students at Dhaka University protested against the West Pakistan in order to establish the language Bangla as the state language of east Pakistan. Thousands of students had died on that day, which is why we Bangladeshis celebrate 21 February as our Mother Language Day.

It seems like history is going to repeat itself yet again.

Shame, shame, shame on them!

[gunnerfc]

Protective | Leah Williamson [fluff blurb]

Summary: You get tackled during a game and Leah comes to your defense because she knows you’re too nice to complain about the tackle

AN: protective bf leah save me… save me protective bf leah 🧎

You spent most of the game on the ground since each time you had the ball, a Chelsea player was there to knock you off your feet. Leah grimaced from the bench each time she watched you hit the ground, rolling her eyes when the defender received no warning from the ref. She hated that you took each tackle with a smile on your face, she wanted you to fight back but she knew that wasn't the person you were.

Leah was thankful when Jonas signaled for her to warm up, with her on the pitch there would be someone to plead to the ref for a yellow for the Chelsea players. As the blonde was warming up, you suffered a hard tackle that sent you to the ground. Leah’s jaw clenched as she watched you curl up in pain, the ref yet to hand out a yellow card to the visiting team. 

Jonas called the defender over to the official, taking the time to sub her on. You sat up gingerly where you were pulled down, a small shot of pain in your ankle as you were helped to your feet by Katie. You limped slightly off the pitch, shooting Jonas and your girlfriend a thumbs up that you were okay. Leah was subbed on as you waited on the sideline for the refs to allow you back on the pitch.

You knew with Leah on now, the tackles you were dealt would not go without a complaint. You didn’t see the point in trying to convince the ref of anything, if they wanted to call a foul they would and you didn’t want to risk getting a card yourself for talking back. There were only ten minutes left to play and you could only hope that the Chelsea players had reached the max quota of tackles on you. 

Your hopes were wrong as you were brought down right outside the box in the eighty-eighth minute and there was no whistle. You groan as another shot of pain hits your ankle and you refuse to get up right away. Chelsea played the ball out quickly, hoping to create one more chance before the game ended. 

You could hear loud yells from the home crowd and Jonas as you continued to lay on the ground. You heard the ref’s whistle after a moment, her finally realizing you weren’t getting up anytime soon and needed the medical staff. You didn’t need to look to see how Leah and Katie immediately crowded around the ref, jumping into protective girlfriend and best friend mode. 

There was no need for you to continue in the last minutes as you watched one of the staff members signal for a sub. You could hear your girlfriend’s familiar accent as she all but yelled at the ref. You might have hated to be confrontational but you found your girlfriend defending you so passionately very attractive. You were helped off the pitch but your eyes met Leah’s before you were off and you sent her a small nod to show you were okay. 

You didn’t bother heading back to the locker room, opting to sit on the bench with your teammates as the medical staff wrapped your ankle in ice. There were five minutes of stoppage time added and you kept your eyes locked on Leah, hoping she wouldn’t do anything crazy. You smiled to yourself as you watched the blonde tackle the player who tackled you last, laughing at her expression when it was she who got the yellow card. 

You sighed when the ref blew her whistle to end the game, your team coming away with the victory. You limped back onto the pitch, shaking hands with anyone you passed on your way to your girlfriend. You had a bright smile on your face when you reached her, quickly throwing your arms around her neck to pull her into a tight hug. 

You buried your face into her jersey as her hands wrapped around your waist tightly. You pulled back slightly to rest your forehead on hers, your smile never leaving your face. “Are you alright, love,” the blonde whispered softly, concern lacing her words.

“I’m fine, just a bit sore,” you smiled your normal bright smile. Leah couldn’t help but be infected by your upbeat mood. 

“We’ve got to work on your arguing, you have no problem when it’s me!” Leah joked as she guided you to the team circle.

You laughed at her words, both of you knowing that it wouldn’t be anytime soon. But why would you attempt to argue with the refs when you had your protective girlfriend to come to your defense anytime you needed her to? You loved how Leah defended you and wouldn’t want to change that.