#the oppressed and the voiceless and the innocents????

[mullets]

guys i need all zionists to die so bad

[nesmamomen]

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[iri-desky]

OKAY ALNST FANS, HERE'S A CONCEPT; (theory? idea? Who knows, it's a concept)

We'll only actually hear the alnst characters actually speak rather than sing at the very end of Alien Stage.

Now, we know that alnst, long ago, was summarized to ultimately be about "a girl who changed the world". That girl is axiomatically Mizi (at least, I assume, presuming that VIVINOS doesn't pull a little sneaky on us and make someone like Hyuna or that mysterious girl from the top 3 video the girl in question. But I digress). Now we're going to assume that, at the end, something has greatly changed with the relationship between aliens and humans. If so, then at the end, humans likely won't be under the heel of the aliens so much-- they won't be minimized to singing voices in a contest anymore. If this is true, then at the very end, we likely won't have to only hear the characters sing anymore; they'll finally be able to speak when they're no longer voiceless.

I also want to point out that the only other time in the whole series when we've heard a character canonically speak instead of sing is in the very first episode, when Mizi gave her monologue in the middle of My Clematis. The monologue gave some exposition for ALNST, but also essentially revealed the core themes of Alien Stage in a nutshell -- love, what it means, and what it ultimately brings.

This monologue is just before Sua, Mizi's love interest, dies right before her eyes and shatters Mizi's innocence. After that, no other character can talk, not even Mizi. It is here wherein Mizi becomes voiceless as the reality of her predicament finally hits her.

She has to change it to get her real "voice" back after oppression.

[romugh]

The Russian Shades of Red - introduction

A/N - hello hello guys! back from my big big hiatus, and finally have motivation to write again. this is an idea that has been marinating in my drafts for over two years now, and i've decided to try and make it an actual story. anyhow, i hope you enjoy reading this introduction chapter!

"Love is a lie, Chaisan. No matter what kind, it will always be an equivocate. It makes you weak."

I walk by his side, every step heavier than the one before. It was getting hard to keep my stride as voiceless as my reactions to the stupid words coming out of his mouth.

I know that he knows.

I know how he knows.

I keep my silence, trailing behind him, knowing deep down there's no turning back anymore. The dark, unforgiving concrete hall stretches out endlessly before us, its oppressive atmosphere thick with unspoken dread. To my left and right, young faces, etched with both defiance and despair, watch me pass with eyes that speak of horrors endured and futures uncertain. Each step echoes ominously, a grim cadence punctuated by distant sounds of training and pain. His presence beside me is a palpable force, a silent reminder of the ruthless authority that governs this labyrinthine world.

As we move forward, I can feel their gazes upon me-a mix of fear and hope flickering in their eyes. They are the lost souls of this clandestine realm, their innocence stripped away in the pursuit of a cruel destiny. Their whispers cling to the cold walls like desperate prayers, pleading for a chance at freedom from the shadows that consume them. In their fleeting glances, I glimpse the raw determination to survive, tempered by the harsh reality of their existence. I steel myself against the rising tide of empathy, knowing that in this place, compassion is a luxury none can afford.

Dread clutches at my heart like a vice as we move further and further into the intricate corridors of this forbidding place. The oppressive silence is punctuated only by the faint hum of distant machinery and the occasional muffled sound of activity from unseen rooms. Every step forward feels like a descent into the unknown, each turn potentially leading to another trial or revelation that could shatter whatever remains of my fragile resolve.

As we approach the door at the end of the hall, my apprehension peaks. He pushes it open with an indifferent gesture, revealing the room beyond-a stark chamber bathed in a subdued, ominous light. The air within seems heavier, charged with a tension that mirrored my own escalating fear. Without a word, I enter, and the sensation washes over me like a wave-the chilling certainty that this was the place where I had been forced to confront the darkest aspects of myself. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows that danced on the walls, conjuring memories I had tried so hard to bury. This was the room-the one where I had faced the ultimate test of loyalty and survival. The walls seemed to close in around me, each corner whispering echoes of past decisions and haunting choices. The weight of those moments hung palpably in the air, a silent testament to the darkness that had once consumed me.

The sudden impact of his fist against my chest takes my breath away as the intensity pushes me on the cold floor of the cell he dubs "Chaisan's Room". Pain radiates through me, but it's nothing compared to the realisation sinking in like an anchor in my gut. In this dark, suffocating room that holds memories of anguish and betrayal, I know now what he expects of me.

His voice cuts through the silence, his Russian accent filled with a chilling certainty that sends shivers down my spine. "You're worth nothing, Chaisan. You're just an experiment. You're mine, nothing else. Not a best friend, not a sister, not a daughter, not a girlfriend. You're nothing but a puppet, and I'm holding the strings while the world watches the show."

I push myself up on my elbows, the taste of blood on my lips as I meet his cold gaze. This room, where shadows dance cruelly upon the walls, is where the truth becomes undeniable. I swallow hard, steeling myself for what lies ahead, knowing that the only way out may be through a darkness that threatens to consume everything I once held dear. In the fear of being caught in an even more emotionally vulnerable state, I shut my eyes, only hoping to buy myself a bit more time.

My closed eyes can't block out the image of the smirk on his face. I stay motionless, aware that any movement could escalate the situation. The subtle sound of calloused fingers brushing against fabric, combined with my years of training, tells me he's smoothing out his shirt.

"Clean up your mess, Chaisan, and I'll see what I do with you later. You're not getting out of this so easily."

It takes some time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, but once they do, I wish they never did.

"Vitaya."

I repress the cold chills climbing up my spine, looking deep into the blue eyes of the young girl whose hair I combed less than 5 hours ago. She isn't looking at me. She's looking at the gun pointing at her head. She sees the trembling, I do too, and we both know he does too.

"Are you weak, Chaisan? Are you, a thirteen-year-old, as weak as this six-year-old pathetic girl?"

The silence in the room is deafening. The girl's breaths are inaudible, despite her chest heaving with the effort of her overworking lungs. As I shake my head, her ocean-blue eyes shift from the barrel of the gun to meet mine.

I see the waves, menacingly poised to engulf the dunes. I see hope, buried deep within the ocean, much like the rocks we once hurled from the cliffs. I see trauma, as pervasive in the sea as salt in the water.

I see eyes full of life.

"Chaisan."

We both look at the man ruining our lives.

'If you don't do it, I will."

I know what that means. The long awaited shower the little girl will be promised to have won't run on water, but gas.

Driven by survival instinct, I pull the trigger, my gaze still fixed on the man who just forced me to kill my sister.

But now, instead of the ocean-blue eyes of my sister or the forest-green eyes of the girl i thought i'd be met with, I stare into the azure-blue eyes of my best friend.

My best friend, tied in the fair in front of me, holding my frantic stare steadily. She seems calmer than I've ever seen her before, almost as if she has the situation under control.

Which she doesn't.

My eyes drift lower, to the necklace she's wearing, matching mine.

"I can't," I whisper desperately. "Don't do this, Dreykov, please. I'll do anything. Spare her. Take me instead. Just keep her alive."

His imposing presence closes in around me, stifling and suffocating. I stay motionless as he extracts one of the knives from my suit's compartment and presses it against my jawline.

"Am I sensing love here, Chaisan? Love is for children."

He emphasises his last sentence by tearing my hidden necklace from around my neck and digging the blade of my knife into my cheek.

A single tear traced a crimson path down my face, lingering over the fresh wound where my necklace once brought solace and hope. Dreykov thrust a gun into my trembling hands.

"It's okay, Vee," the blonde girl in the chair reassured me. "I promise."

She nodded, her affectionate smile tinged with pride, love, bravery, and tears. One streaked down her cheek, a poignant testament to her resolve.

I shook my head as I raised the gun, blocking out Dreykov's commands. My focus narrowed to the girl before me. I wanted to imprint every detail into my memory: her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes alive with memories of lessons shared and bonds forged. Her smiles, smirks, sobs, and now, another tear tracing her cheek.

I felt Dreykov's gun against my temple, but her presence anchored me, and I didn't hear his threats.

"I'm sorry, Bee," I whispered. "Я люблю тебя." [I love you]

She gave a faint smile, nodding before closing her eyes.

"Я тоже люблю тебя, Витайя," she murmured. "I promise. It's okay. You've got this and I'll be cheering you on from above." [I love you too, Vitaya]

I close my eyes before pulling the trigger.

A life for a life.

"YELENA BELOVA, terminated by VITAYA CHAISAN."

[katybearr]

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May the people of Palestine be free of this terror they have to face everyday. May they find joy, laughter, and a form of peace. May the children go to school, families will thrive and Palestine will live in a nation that is free from terror and oppression. Where no person nor child will have to fear the sound of a plane, or worry if they will make it till tomorrow. No parent will have to find their child in the rubble caused by the Israeli oppressors. Where they are seen as people and not as “human animals”.

I pray that Allah(God) will protect them, and give them the peace and freedom they deserve. I pray that our world leaders will finally open their eyes to what is happening, and see that it is a genocide they are funding/defending. That they call for a cease fire, so aid can enter to help the Palestinian people. I will continue to use my voice for the voiceless and fight for what I believe is right. Because my voice is my best weapon I have. Especially as a Westerner. It breaks my heart to watch everyone turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing is happening. It feels like I can’t speak when I have so much to say. All i want to ask, is do you fully understand what is happening? Do you understand that innocent civilians are being injured and killed by the minute? How can you just sit there and go about your day to day life when so many people are in a living nightmare? It just hurts to sit here and watch so many suffer. And it’s not just the people I am mourning, it’s the animals as well. No one deserves this. And it’s so disheartening that all of this is happening because of greed (as well as the things hamas has done), but Hamas wouldn’t have to do the things they have done if Israel would just leave them alone. If they wanted to free the hostages, they should send in special forces to get these hostages. But they are not, they are deliberately attacking hospitals, refugee camps, schools, places of worship, etc. Where they know that so many civilians will be. How can they sleep at night knowing what they are doing to these civilians? It hurts and it’s sad to have to watch this through a screen on tik tok for crying out loud! It’s sickening that we are rewatching history happen and not doing the proper terms to stop this madness. And people are condoning the madness the Israeli occupation are doing. When it’s straight up genocide at this point. All i ask is that we can help these people, and for them to find peace. May god continue to protect them and watch over them.

One of the many things I admire from the Palestinian people, is their faith. It amazes me that they are going through a living hell, but are able to keep their faith in Allah. They believe that their life is not over even if they meet death. It’s so inspiring to watch these people suffer but are still able to keep their faith and pray. When I know that if I was in their position, I would be angry and upset that the person I am worshiping is letting this happen and not putting a stop to this. But the fact that they are not is astounding. And it’s something I will take with me and use in my day to day life. I will continue to have faith, but I will also continue to pray for these people. To end their suffering. I pray that they will be able to get drinking water, food, medical supplies, and all of the other basic necessities that Israel is refusing them. And I pray that the oppressors will get the karma that is coming for them, for doing this to a community.

May Palestine be free from the river to the sea 🕊️

[fictionadventurer]

Because you've been getting a lot of pushback for your most recent pro-life post, I just wanted to say: Thank you for continuing to speak up for the voiceless and responding calmly and rationally to the arguments raised. I think I probably speak for other pro-lifers on here when I say that it's immensely encouraging to see this kind of thing on my dash. God bless <3

It's becoming easier and easier for me to rationally respond to abortion arguments, because the pro-life position is an inherently rational one. The abortion position is so complicated, trying to come up with a million circumstances and arguments to justify why sometimes it's okay to kill an innocent human being. The pro-life position takes the rational, morally consistent approach of saying that it is never acceptable to kill another human being, and that we need to find other options that don't oppress the innocent. There's so much emotion surrounding the issue, but when we strip that away, a pro-life position is the only logically-consistent and rational argument. I'm always glad to provide encouragement to other pro-lifers here.

[zalrb]

how are u feeling about the gen V finale? i feel like the series had good bones but it’s messaging is very confused, and the last second twist with Homelander’s appearance and attacking Marie felt very out of nowhere. i don’t like the way they seemingly equate genocide (wanting to kill all humans due to them being “an inferior race”) with mental illness and seem to kind of. excuse that rhetoric by saying “these characters are traumatized, it’s understandable!” idk, i have very mixed feelings, i’d love to hear your thoughts

So, as I've mentioned when I've posted about Gen V, I didn't care for the entire plot of the show, like I would've rather follow Marie and Cate and other teen/twenty-year-old Supes deal, in real time, with powers they didn't ask for and how those powers ended up traumatizing them by causing harm and how they were then ostracized. I think that would've been a fresher route to go rather than The Boys 2.0. Besides the fact that I don't feel like I actually know any of the characters, that the relationships were rushed so I didn't care about the "betrayals" or about characters getting together because who ARE you people for me to really feel the impact of any of your decisions, the whole conspiracy of Godolkin doesn't work for me because I find myself asking questions. These characters have seen the war crimes Homelander et. al have done, they know about Compound V, cover-ups of some of the horrendous things Supes have done have been exposed so why would they be surprised when a university for Supes has a place called The Woods? Why would they be surprised when staff end up being manipulative and have their own agendas? What is actually surprising about anything that happens at that school? But at the same time, what did they think this school was? What was the lie that they were sold? What happens here that makes these characters think that cruel, shitty things wouldn't happen particularly since they also kind of say that on some level Jordan and Andre knew, Cate was quasi-involved -- and what did Cate think she was doing exactly? How did Shetty manipulate her exactly? One flashback about how she hugs her after her parents have locked her away for years and says she isn't afraid of her isn't enough for me to believe this entire relationship, that's a start, there should be more -- Marie, you just got here, and you saw how they were going to throw you under the bus to protect the others so why are you yelling about the whole school being a lie? I don't believe their incredulity.

In terms of the finale itself, the messaging was completely muddled and I ended up being like, what are you trying to say? And that's how I watch The Boys but it was exacerbated with Gen V. Because on the one hand, the young Supes yelling about how they're superior to humans and scrawling "Supe Lives Matter" and Sam sort of becoming indoctrinated feels like a commentary on alt right groups and white supremacists but on the other hand, the show also frames Supes as an oppressed community of people who are experimented on and voiceless in government and who are victims of humans and it's like a group lashing out against their oppressors, but they're also killing innocent humans so it's wrong but they were tortured, manipulated and traumatized so it's understandable but oh look commentary on how the cishet white blond people are framed as heroes despite being murderers while the (mostly) poc, genderqueer characters are framed as the villains because America amirite? But Supes deserve a voice too! And instead of it being complex and multi-layered and a show with no easy answers, it just feels like they threw a bunch of different ideas and themes at the wall and blended it all together to make this haphazard mess that leaves me asking, what's the point here?

[multiverseofmisfits-backup]

Unheard Song of the Voiceless Maiden

She once charmed countless ears with her mesmerizing voice. Yet not only was her innocence taken away but had lost the ability to speak from that incident.

A girl, perhaps around six of age, used to have a normal life with her unwed mother. The simplest thing they had was enough to make them happy as long as they were together. But such moments didn’t last long when those men intruded. The mother retaliated but was impaled by a sharp blade. The little girl, witnessing the bloodshed, was struck by immense fear as she went to her mother’s lifeless body yet such a moment was too short that she was taken away.

The following days became her life as a slave. She couldn’t disobey their orders as she’d be imprisoned without food for a week. At one point, she rebelled but gave her a worse punishment wherein it slits her neck. It was a miracle that she was still alive but brought her a deep wound. She couldn’t even voice out what was in her heart.

Years have gone by, and such a tyranny has been brought down by those who have been oppressed by them for the longest time. Those who were enslaved were set free, returning to their families. But the girl already lost one and doesn’t know where to go. Her home was burned down a long time ago while her mother’s body was still there. Perhaps her ashes are no longer there.

As she could no longer speak, no one was able to understand her. She’s been neglected, wandering with only little to consume. Was this the freedom she deserved? It was difficult to tell if this was any better than being a slave.

It has been weeks or who knows how long has passed since the rebellion. The voiceless maiden had become ill and hadn’t eaten anything. In her dying breath, she sat under a large tree and looked up at the sky nearly covered by its leaves. She can’t take it anymore, she thought. Just a moment before she passed away, she had a glimpse of an unknown figure. Is that a person? She didn’t have enough time to ponder about it.

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“You’ve captured your mother’s eyes. Truly fascinating.” A voice spoke to her. As she opened her eyes, everything around her was white except for that person before her. This person seemed androgynous but didn’t appear to be completely human due to the horns and complexion of their skin. More so, they spoke as they knew about her mother.

“Who are you? What is this place?” she asked in caution, reluctant at the other’s presence.

“Ah, how rude of me to not tell you about myself. I am simply known as the Novelist of Death. And you are in a small pocket dimension for the souls who passed away to stay for the time being. I wouldn’t call it a purgatory but more of a… place for a short interview~” they explained in a whimsical tone, holding a quill and an empty scroll.

Despite the odd presence they bring, it was enough to say that she died.

“I-Interview? For what?” She was also tempted to ask about her mother but the Novelist quickly answered.

“As you may know, I make the fate of the souls’ next lives when they are reborn. They can be whatever they like that they’ve never been before. Be it an offspring of royal blood, or an adventurer of countless lands. Anything that you can think of~” They would then float around the maiden. Their gaze met hers. Are those red and silver eyes real?

“A-Anything?”

“Indeed. Even become a songstress with a captivating voice. Everyone will finally hear your voice and it will be wonderful~” 

It was a tempting offer. She did want to sing for everyone. She believed that she inherited it from her mother before it was taken away from her. The thought of the distant past made her teary.

“So in my next life, I’ll be able to sing again?”

“Of course, my dear~ It will be your absolute fate. Your fame will be beyond what any other human would achieve. Isn’t it truly wonderful~?”

Absolute, they say? That sounds way better than her previous life.

“Then I’ll take it.”

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Perhaps a day already passed during her stay in this space. The maiden has been thinking about the offer, imagining herself in a wondrous life as a songstress. But she had a vision of her mother dying in front of her, uttered words that were inaudible in her memory. What did she say back then?

“I’ll always be watching you, my dearest angel…”

While having a flashback, the Novelist appeared once more with a book in hand. They seem to be excited upon their arrival.

“My young, dear Risette. I’m almost done with the novel–”

“I would like to be with my mother. I… won’t be taking the second life,” the girl interrupted as she appeared to be determined with her decision. That caught the Novelist stunned.

“My, what’s with the sudden change of mind? Don’t you want to have a better life than you had before passing away?”

Risette stayed silent momentarily, looking down as she pondered again on her decision. But she made up her mind. To gain fame through her singing voice would be nice but…

“I prefer to be with my mother. Also, I don’t think everyone must know me. This is my final decision.”

Looks like she won’t be changing her mind anymore, much to the Novelist’s dismay. Just when they were nearly done with the novel which should dictate her fate in her next life.

“If you insist, I shall let you leave and be with your mother. I believe she is already waiting for your arrival,” they looked away and summoned a door that should lead to the stairways up to heaven. “I suppose I won’t be able to hold you back.”

“Thank you. I appreciate being able to speak with someone at least.” While she might’ve felt sorry for letting them down, she was still glad that there was someone who listened to her. She no longer feared their presence and hugged them before going through the door. “I hope we’ll meet again soon.”

Moments later, Risette was gone. That left the Novelist staring at the unfinished novel. “Just when I thought of a perfect ending for her story. She is much like her mother.” The sadness felt in their chest. Was it because she declined their offer at the last minute?

No, it was completely something else. They’ll miss that girl for a very long time.

[internet-siren]

Hacktivism: Digital Rebellion for a New Age 🌐💥

In an era where our lives are intertwined with the digital landscape, the concept of hacktivism has become more than just a buzzword. It’s the fusion of hacking and activism—where people use their coding and cyber skills to disrupt power structures, challenge injustice, and amplify voices that often go unheard. It's a rebellion born from the belief that access to information, privacy, and freedom are rights, not privileges. But how did this digital resistance movement come to be, and how can you get involved? Let’s dive into it. 💻⚡️

What Exactly Is Hacktivism? 🤖✨

At its core, hacktivism is activism with a digital twist. It’s about using technology and hacking tools to advance social, political, and environmental causes. The most common methods include:

DDoS Attacks (Distributed Denial of Service): Overloading a target’s website with too much traffic, essentially crashing it, to temporarily shut down an online service.

Website Defacement: Replacing a website’s homepage with a political message, often exposing corruption or unethical practices.

Data Leaks: Exposing hidden documents or sensitive information that reveal corporate or governmental wrongdoing.

Bypassing Censorship: Circumventing firewalls or government restrictions to make sure information reaches the people it needs to.

The idea is simple: when a government or corporation controls the narrative or hides the truth, hacktivists take it into their own hands to expose it. 🌍💡

Why Is Hacktivism Important? 🔥

In a world dominated by corporations and powerful governments, hacktivism represents a form of resistance that’s accessible. It’s about leveling the playing field, giving people—especially those who lack resources—an avenue to protest, to expose corruption, and to disrupt systems that perpetuate inequality. The digital world is where much of our lives now happen, and hacktivism uses the very systems that oppress us to fight back.

Think about WikiLeaks leaking documents that exposed global surveillance and the activities of intelligence agencies. Or how Anonymous has played a pivotal role in advocating for free speech, standing up against internet censorship, and exposing corrupt governments and corporations. These are the digital warriors fighting for a cause, using nothing but code and their knowledge of the web.

Hacktivism is a direct response to modern issues like surveillance, censorship, and misinformation. It's a way to shift power back to the people, to give voice to the voiceless, and to challenge oppressive systems that don’t always play by the rules.

The Ethical Dilemma 🤔💭

Let’s be real: hacktivism doesn’t come without its ethical dilemmas. While the intentions are often noble, the methods used—hacking into private systems, defacing websites, leaking sensitive info—can sometimes lead to unintended consequences. The line between activism and cybercrime is thin, and depending on where you live, you might face serious legal repercussions for participating in hacktivist activities.

It’s important to consider the ethics behind the actions. Are you defending the free flow of information? Or are you inadvertently causing harm to innocent bystanders? Are the people you’re exposing truly deserving of scrutiny, or are you just participating in chaos for the sake of it?

So if you’re thinking of getting involved, it’s crucial to ask yourself: What am I fighting for? And is the harm done justified by the greater good?

How to Get Started 💻💡

So, you’re interested in getting involved? Here’s a starting point to help you use your tech skills for good:

Learn the Basics of Hacking 🔐: Before diving into the world of hacktivism, you'll need to understand the tools of the trade. Start with the basics: programming languages like Python, HTML, and JavaScript are good foundational skills. Learn how networks work and how to exploit vulnerabilities in websites and servers. There are plenty of free online resources like Codecademy, Hack This Site, and OverTheWire to help you get started.

Understand the Ethical Implications ⚖️: Hacktivism is, above all, about fighting for justice and transparency. But it’s crucial to think through your actions. What’s the bigger picture? What are you trying to achieve? Keep up with the latest issues surrounding privacy, data rights, and digital freedom. Some online groups like The Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) provide great resources on the ethics of hacking and digital activism.

Join Communities 🕸️: Being part of a like-minded group can give you support and insight. Online communities, like those on Reddit, Discord, or specific forums like 4chan (if you're cautious of the chaos), can help you learn more about hacktivism. Anonymous has also had an iconic role in digital activism and can be a place where people learn to organize for change.

Stay Informed 🌐: To be effective as a hacktivist, you need to be in the know. Follow independent news sources, activist blogs, and websites that report on global surveillance, corporate corruption, and governmental abuse of power. Hacktivism often reacts to injustices that would otherwise go unnoticed—being informed helps you take action when necessary.

Respect the Digital Space 🌱: While hacktivism can be used to disrupt, it’s important to respect the privacy and safety of ordinary people. Try to avoid unnecessary damage to private citizens, and focus on the systems that need disrupting. The internet is a tool that should be used to liberate, not to destroy without purpose.

Never Forget the Human Side ❤️: As with all activism, the heart of hacktivism is about making a difference in real people’s lives. Whether it's freeing information that has been hidden, protecting human rights, or challenging unjust power structures—always remember that at the end of the code, there are humans behind the cause.

Final Thoughts 💬

Hacktivism is a powerful, transformative form of resistance. It’s not always about flashy headlines or viral attacks—often, it’s the quiet work of exposing truths and giving people a voice in a world that tries to keep them silent. It’s messy, it’s complex, and it’s not for everyone. But if you’re interested in hacking for a purpose greater than yourself, learning the craft with the intention to fight for a better, more just world is something that can actually make a difference.

Remember: With great code comes great responsibility. ✊🌐💻

[euroance]

Life is a magic I have been eager to know more even when I was still young with no care about the crisis the world is actually having. I thought then that maybe it is just like a cloud that I will try to chase as it moves freely like the wind and then disappear into thin air, fitting completely perfect with the crowd as our background. I thought that maybe, it will be just as sweet as a pink cotton candy that I always buy during fares in our city. I thought that I would not have to cry because of problems as it will be just smoothly sailing without the big monstrous waves that scares me. I thought of a lot of things even before and I think I expected too much. Because my life right now is like the Great Wall of China which hinders me from being free.

If to be brutally honest, I did not actually thought that barriers would appear and show itself to me. I really believed then that when I grow up, I will be this perfect princess whom everbody will love and praise. However, my imaginations from when I was a child took a drastic turn when I grew up as I came to realize a lot of things that my innocent mind missed. I realized that the concepts that I built and created in my mind will stay like they are because I will not be able to reach them all since they were very idealistic. I realized that because of the hurt that I carry now, I have unconsciously built a big invisible barricade that separates me and my fantasies. Now, I am the Atlantic to my Pacific ocean. Just besides each other but not mixing.

Some days, I will think that maybe, if only we were given the right support, we could have been the best pearl group this world could ever have. Yet as we shun individually in our own ways, we grew apart and were condemned as not meant to be. We were labelled and forced to believe that resiliency is our answer for everything. But, no, I am here to tell you that it is all just an illusion they want us to believe. For years, we have been suffering from various calamities and like what we have been doing since before, we try to innovate and others will commend us for being smart. Surely, it really is amazing to see and know that even in the midst of complete darkness, we are able to think and prove ourselves. But until when?

In my mind, I feel like everything is already breaking apart into small divisions. The nations that I see are already in uproar and the castles and kingdoms of the economy starts to fall. If we lift our voices now, the earth will quake. If we all open our eyes right now and plug our ears to block the alluring calls from people we do not want to hear from, we will see how the oppressed sings their cries. At this point, we can only hope that the last words of August will be the curved letters in the sky; “May the next generation be like the stars—luxurious and cannot be counted by hands—infinite.” How scary would it be to imagine that by each move the hands of the clock ticks with every rhythm it creates, the wheels and oils it uses grows old and lets the users forget the stories untold and which by it, the inevitable farewell finally takes its final fold.

This is me, Aubadine, an aspiring individual for the betterment of the people, to free the oppressed, and one of the persons who moves to eliminate injustice by being the voice of the voiceless. A journalist to serve the people, a writer to feed the curious minds, and a friend to those who are in need. One may wonder, how come does those mentioned above can be a factor for my identity. The answer will be; Your identity is yours and mine is different. We do not own each other but rather, just ourselves. With that, how I wish for it to be the greatest symbol of our worth as we grow older as better persons than we are now. May we all live in a world where we are all open for positivity and not toxic mentality for even when we like it or not, our life is not taking the path we expected it to be and we have to make our move.

[basitj]

In the heart of Pakistan's interior Sindh, a village called Sanghar witnessed a heinous act of brutality. A ruthless landlord, fueled by anger and disregard for life, mercilessly cut off a camel's paw simply because it had wandered into his plot without permission! This senseless act of violence is a stark reminder of the cruel world we live in, where we cry out for justice for Palestine while ignoring the atrocities in our own backyard.

A innocent camel, harmless and defenseless, fell victim to human cruelty, and yet, no one is held accountable! The perpetrator, emboldened by his wealth and influence, will likely escape punishment, leaving the poor creature to suffer without justice. This is the harsh reality of our world, where the powerful prey on the weak, and the voiceless are left to suffer in silence.

Oh, Allah, have mercy on us! How long will we turn a blind eye to such atrocities? When will we learn to value life and compassion? The world is indeed a cruel place, where the strong oppress the weak, and the innocent are left to bear the brunt of human brutality.

[boomerang7789]

my keypad is about to purge my congested mind

please note you are now reading one of my poems

freedom to channel my life through the art of words.

advisory: I do not control how anyone interprets my poetry.

yet this is the poem itself.

what you are reading might not rhyme

but keep going and you can almost feel my hell.

if you feel the need to harass me because you feel threatened by poetry which is free to express in a safe form- please be warned-

in between these lines I place between the words you choose to read

but who is going to see all that the empty space and actually be able to read

what they truly mean.

seeing and reading are two of many forms forms to fill and forms left war torn ripped to shreds and with bullet holes in the oppressed symbolic heads.

oh no.

yes.

no.

yes

space.. it provides freedom it gives a taste of what we could have

but we don’t want anything other than our loved ones back. a million a billion a trillion. nope. not a dime not a jewel not a status not even you can pay for the debt that you racked taking something that you can’t give back.

you destroyed him.

you ruined her.

you lost them.

you fooled me once. but never again. that would be a god-damned sin. ha ha

ha

I say the words that read aloud would be laughing only it’s not funny and no one is clapping

here we go.

dive any deeper and you’ll go somewhere the titan can show you. the titanic can brace you. warned 7 times . no one can save you.

greed will be paid for . which is ironic . because cost and price are not the same

and you mistook my kindness for stupidity, what a fucking shame.

I come with grace and some mercy yet you think I’m a freak- a loser- a tweak

you look down your nose and make me shed a tear for I no longer have a place for you in my body.

I release you to balance and harmony.

the universe insisted on balance

and she.

will

get

her balance.

can you pay the balance. so so news, you can. you just won’t be around to enjoy the rest of your life in the end.

so tell me. was the money worth the latest trend and the high end and the end.

the end.

you live well off the backs of innocence breaking brones just so you will never have to know how deep and truly painful it is to live a nightmare.

well it’s our turn to live the dream. still a nightmare it seems but I switched roles In the last scene.

this will probably never be seen.

it’s just a stupid poem from a made up real life dream that used to be a nightmare it seemed but turns out some of us do have someone who would do anything to make sure we are free.

wake up from the fantasy this isn’t a dream.

you did this .

and this is just the tip of the iceberg. because it’s our world you hurt .

it’s our children you took and I am not responsible for your ignorance and entitlement.

this is my page and it’s about freedom and justice and art and truth.

this is my truth through poetry.

just a piece. one of many pieces of poetry. one of thousands. all inspired by real life and the miles MY shoes have walked, NOT yours.

( because I walk mine for those who no longer can and it’s a long , long distance because there are many lost missing oppressed discriminated stigmatized abused who voices we never hear}

. I will be the voice of the voiceless. I stand for them . so if you are here to attack please be warned this is a serious crime to interfere with a grieving process and that is all I am doing is grieving for not just my own losses but the losses of the voiceless.

I promote peace and justice and grace but the pendulum of pleasure always ends in pain

so to those who have had nothing but pain , cheers to us finally getting the time the peace the closure the space

the anything we deserve that we have until now been deprived of

. oh look.

I made up another poem. call this one �� poetic justice swings back without even moving”

the best joke is the one that does not give you a line to punch.

I’ve been given almost countless documents words allegations to poetically respond to. sorry to disappoint but I’m coming back poetically swinging.

if your threatened by my freedom of artistic expression which is what this very poem you are reading is. I guarantee you don’t even know what a true threat is and if my expression of my pain in healthy ways is threatening. prove it.

this is MY pain.

MY poetry.

I am a story teller.

a truth seeker.

a balance that draws the line you choose to cross.

I can only be responsible for me.

it is not my job to be held accountable for entitled ( in my opinion) people’s feelings because they were ( in my opinion) spoiled brats who were handed everything. but we’ve all got opinions. I just don’t title mine ” exhibit ” and expect an entire system to bend to the will of my ego.

the ego .

ah yes. unfortunately. ahhh. this is a piece of my upcoming book. all I need is to make a positive difference in one life and my job is worth all the pain. because I am that one person and if you’re reading this. so are you.🗝️

[marmarparadoxa]

Merely my pointless complaints about SNK 134

1. It’s disturbing and hideous, but for what?

This is the most disturbing chapter for me so far. When I first saw the leaks yesterday (those with the trampled civilians) it was really distressing, while I had thought that with ch 131 we had already reached the limit of brutality. 

So, now we know how evil the Rumbling is, how many people are dying all over the world; in the case that we readers hadn’t noticed yet, now we can’t escape this truth. But, did we really need this? I mean, wasn’t it pretty crystal-clear already, how cruel is the damning that Eren is casting over the world? Why does Isayama show us this violence and brutality? Is there some sort of enjoyment or gratification, or some sort of catharsis on his part in drawing this evil cruelty with such painstaking detail? ...I’m totally not enjoying this, not at an emotional level, nor from a more detached, literary-wise perspective.

2. Karina Braun

Best mother of the world smh. The whole world is being trampled and smashed, she herself is now about to die, and while those soldiers conveniently realise how much they were mistaken in directing their hatred over an innocent oppressed minority group, suddenly a brilliant, instantaneous insight hit her too, so Karina finally realises what kind of mother she was. All of what she did was driven by an egotistical desire of revenge, nothing of what she did was for him, as a mother. What kind of revenge then? Well, I guess the revenge toward Marley, the nation who bred that man who abandoned her and her child alone, out of his engrained despise for the Eldian race. If she managed to make out of her child a hero, a warrior, maybe she could heal her wounded pride, maybe, she could regain her crippled sense of dignity and worthiness. Consequently, she raised her child into believing that he had to become a hero, to save the world, if he wanted to deserve respect and love from the world (and her motherly love too). She behaved like that for more than 20 years without even questioning the true nature of the motives that led her to want that life for her child...and I truly appreciate that she has now acknowledged it now, but it doesn’t feel credible or well-written, I guess? But yeah, I don’t know what mysterious forces the prospect of a certain looming death could exert on a human mind, so it probably makes sense somehow, tbh I don’t know.

3. Zeke and Historia

As many of us, I too wished to see Zeke and Historia back. I too wanted to know more about Historia’s motivations, to know more about her convo with Eren, and, above all, to know why she’s done what she seems to have done (i.e. going along with Eren’s plans, not informing the rest of SC, having a child for …?). I longed to know about Zeke too. Since Eren has started the Rumbling, we don’t even know whether he is alive or not (while I think that he has to be alive...is it just wishful thinking?), where he is, and, if he has the power to get away from Eren’s gigantic body and terrible will, what he’ll do now...will he try to stop Eren, will he try to help the Alliance? But instead, we have been given only a pretty much parodystic appearance of a puppet-like Beast titan, used as a toy in Eren’s maniac game. Both Historia’s and Zeke’s treatment are so poor, so disrespectful, that I can’t believe Isayama is really choosing to mistreat them like that, leaving so many questions open, and dismissing them as passive, voiceless pawns in Eren’s plans. Again, I don’t like that, not even a bit.

[hecticaesthetic]

BLACK LIVES MATTER Hello everyone. I’ve been processing my thoughts for the pat few days. afraid to create my own post on the topic because, it could make people upset. But I shouldn’t be afraid to speak up about something that matters! It’s insane how our country has turned and shown its true colors. My prayers go to the protesters who are standing up for the voiceless. May they stay safe. Everytime I see a new tweet about them getting gassed or shot my stomach churns. They’re just innocent people trying to protest. It’s not fair. Racism has never left thus country. I’ve grown up in a semi racist house and around many racist friends. I’ve let crude remarks slide too many times when I was younger because, I was afraid to speak up for myself and others. I don’t want to do that anymore. younger me didn’t understand until I was a little older and started learning more about the US history, wrote my final English paper on Racism in America. It sickened me all the years of high school learning about oppression and racism and how not much has changed since. At this moment I really want to block all of my friends on instagram who haven’t said a word because, I know a lot of my friend’s views and I disagree with them. But I haven’t blocked or unfollowed any of them in hopes they see what me and others post so they can educate themselves and help the movement. This movement isn’t new. It’s growing across our nation… I wasn’t sure about posting at all then I remembered that I have nearly 3,000 followers on this blog and maybe someone will read this. Maybe it will move people to help because, we cannot continue to sit in silence while black people continue to be oppressed.. (if no one reads this it’s okay… I really just needed to rant..) I, myself have been finding ways to help & educate myself and I hope you all will too. If i can I’ll post a link that has links to ways to help and more information. Please sign the petitions if you can.. Dear black brothers and sisters, I hear you. I want to fight with you. This is not a time to be silent. No matter what race you are you are welcome to this blog. no matter your gender, sexuality, religion, and preference. You are welcome. Rest in power George Floyd. 
https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/ (also this pic is from @ stuffgracemade on instagram.) (p.p.s I hope this post made a little bit of sense as it’s almost 1am) -hecticaesthetic

[aubadine]

Life is a magic I have been eager to know more even when I was still young with no care about the crisis the world is actually having. I thought then that maybe it is just like a cloud that I will try to chase as it moves freely like the wind and then disappear into thin air, fitting completely perfect with the crowd as our background. I thought that maybe, it will be just as sweet as a pink cotton candy that I always buy during fares in our city. I thought that I would not have to cry because of problems as it will be just smoothly sailing without the big monstrous waves that scares me. I thought of a lot of things even before and I think I expected too much. Because my life right now is like the Great Wall of China which hinders me from being free.

If to be brutally honest, I did not actually thought that barriers would appear and show itself to me. I really believed then that when I grow up, I will be this perfect princess whom everbody will love and praise. However, my imaginations from when I was a child took a drastic turn when I grew up as I came to realize a lot of things that my innocent mind missed. I realized that the concepts that I built and created in my mind will stay like they are because I will not be able to reach them all since they were very idealistic. I realized that because of the hurt that I carry now, I have unconsciously built a big invisible barricade that separates me and my fantasies. Now, I am the Atlantic to my Pacific ocean. Just besides each other but not mixing.

Some days, I will think that maybe, if only we were given the right support, we could have been the best pearl group this world could ever have. Yet as we shun individually in our own ways, we grew apart and were condemned as not meant to be. We were labelled and forced to believe that resiliency is our answer for everything. But, no, I am here to tell you that it is all just an illusion they want us to believe. For years, we have been suffering from various calamities and like what we have been doing since before, we try to innovate and others will commend us for being smart. Surely, it really is amazing to see and know that even in the midst of complete darkness, we are able to think and prove ourselves. But until when?

In my mind, I feel like everything is already breaking apart into small divisions. The nations that I see are already in uproar and the castles and kingdoms of the economy starts to fall. If we lift our voices now, the earth will quake. If we all open our eyes right now and plug our ears to block the alluring calls from people we do not want to hear from, we will see how the oppressed sings their cries. At this point, we can only hope that the last words of August will be the curved letters in the sky; “May the next generation be like the stars—luxurious and cannot be counted by hands—infinite.” How scary would it be to imagine that by each move the hands of the clock ticks with every rhythm it creates, the wheels and oils it uses grows old and lets the users forget the stories untold and which by it, the inevitable farewell finally takes its final fold.

This is me, Vynan Louise, an aspiring individual for the betterment of the people, to free the oppressed, and one of the persons who moves to eliminate injustice by being the voice of the voiceless. A journalist to serve the people, a writer to feed the curious minds, and a friend to those who are in need. One may wonder, how come does those mentioned above can be a factor for my identity. The answer will be; Your identity is yours and mine is different. We do not own each other but rather, just ourselves. With that, how I wish for it to be the greatest symbol of our worth as we grow older as better persons than we are now. May we all live in a world where we are all open for positivity and not toxic mentality for even when we like it or not, our life is not taking the path we expected it to be and we have to make our move.

[tcnjwgs]

An important message from Abahlali baseMjondolo Women's League Statement (South Africa)

Wednesday, 1 April 2020 Abahlali baseMjondolo Women's League Statement Sekwanele! Enough is enough! We as the Women's League of Abahlali baseMjondolo see the need to express our pain and fear, and our deep disappointment and anger at the eThekwini municipality. We need to issue a clear warning that we will not continue to accept oppression. Abahlali as a movement teaches respect. Men must respect women. People of different generations must respect each other. People who are born in different countries and people who speak different languages at home must respect each other. We have struggled for years in our movement to ensure that poor people are treated with respect. In this crisis caused by the corona virus we have respected the President's call to stay indoors even though this is very difficult when there are many people living in one shack, and even though this is very difficult when we don't get paid when we don't work. It has been promised by national government that there will be no evictions during the lockdown. But by day five of the lockdown the eThekwini Municipality had already attacked us, violently, and unlawfully, three times. They destroyed our homes and left many people injured. It is very sad and unjustifiable what they are continuing to do to us as impoverished people. They are undermining us and rendering our rights useless even during this time of darkness, not only in our country but even globally. Is this happening because we are not counted as human? Is this happening because we do not count as citizens of this country? Is this happening because we do not have rights as shack dwellers? Sizokuthola nini ukuphumula ezweni lethu uma sihlukumezwa kanje? How are we going to be indoors while our houses are being demolished? Some of us we are single parents who not working. We can't afford to buy more building material after the securities, armed men sent by the government, have broken and burnt it. As women we have been denied the right to housing. Even when we build our own houses they are destroyed. Housing is not possible without land and we are denied the right to land. We have been oppressed by the Kings in our rural areas. You are denied access to land if you are a single mother. We have moved to the city and now we are still facing the same oppression from the eThekwini Municipality. It is really so sad for a single mother and her children to be chased away from their homes at this very hard time. It is such a humiliation. What must a mother say to her children? It is such an embarrassment to our government. What happened to the women empowerment that the President of the party in power promised us at the beginning of the year? It is clear to us that this women empowerment is not for us. When we work to empower ourselves p, security forces are sent to attack us. We are afraid of the corona virus, but there is no virus worse than not having a place to stay. There is no virus worse than armed men attacking and destroying your home. There is no virus worse than armed men shooting at your family, including children and old people. There is no virus worse than having to sleep outside, where there is always the fear of rape. There is no virus worse than our children waking up at night crying and shouting in fear. We say that enough is enough. The struggle for land and dignity in the cities goes back more than a hundred years. Our struggle to occupy land, build homes and defend our dignity was the struggle of the Industrial and Commercial Workers? Union. It was the struggle of the United Democratic Front. We do not want this struggle to also be the struggle of our children. It is enough. We have buried our children and husbands as a result of these violent evictions. Right now, some of our men are in hospital, or at home with serious injuries. The brutality of the SAPS, municipal security, private security, the Red Ants and the Anti Land Invasion Unit has taken too many lives and left too many people injured. The blood of too many innocent people has been spilt. It is enough. Ukubekezela kwethu sekuphelile. Isibindi sethu siqinile. Our movement organises the oppressed and projects the voice of the voiceless, the voice of the landless and homeless people of our country. Since it was established in 2005 we have been invited to a variety of different meetings by the departments of housing and land affairs, as well as municipalities, regarding the issues of land distribution and evictions. We have been to many meetings but not even one of those meetings has helped us with resolutions of the eviction situation we are facing. Why are we still invited to those meetings if our ideas and views are not going to be taken to consideration? It is enough. After fifteen years of struggle we continue to face unending evictions, relocations, the demolition of our vital belongings, the demolition of our houses, threats to our members and leaders, and killings.  It is enough. Now in this crisis, as we speak, we don't know how to make sure that we stay safe from the corona virus. Some of us don't have even food to put on the table because we're self-employed. Those of us who are street vendors are already devastated by the lockdown. Now we're stressed about where we are going to rebuild our children's homes. We are stressed that when we do rebuild the securities will return to attack us again and destroy our homes again. It is enough. As the Abahlali baseMjondolo Women's League, we will hold the government responsible for anyone who will die because of the corona virus since we told our children to stay indoors and to wash their hands. But where are they going to practice this hygiene if they are homeless? We built homes for our children. It was the municipality that destroyed them. It is enough. The Government is always saying that he is worried about Gender Based Violence but he sends armed men to attack us and leave women and children homeless and destitute. If there is any rape or murder of a women or a child who has been made homeless in these attacks we will hold the government responsible since he doesn't care about our safety. He is even sending the SANDF to victimise impoverished people across the country. It is enough. As Abahlali baseMjondolo Women's League we think that this 21 day shutdown has been implemented with a top down approach. Why we were not told on time to prepare ourselves? Why were we not included in decision making so that our suggestions could be included in the planning?  The government is always deciding for us like we can't think for ourselves. It is enough. It is not right that blood must still be shed for the land that our fathers and mothers fought for so that we could live without fear. For how long are we going to live with fear and tears in our only homes? This is a war against the poor. It is enough. We will act. How many lives must we lose during evictions? How many husbands must we lose? How many children must we lose? Each and every human life counts as a human life. Rich or poor a human is a human. Senzeni na? When the President says that "our people should remain indoors" but our homes are destroyed it becomes clear to us that we are not classified as people of this nation. When the President addresses the nation he speaks as if the role of the government is to protect its citizens yet the same government is the cause of harm and despair for its citizens. The way we are treated as women during evictions is so humiliating, disgusting and devastating. Women have too much work on their shoulders. If you are a women you have to go to work after work because you take care of your family and do cooking and chores. But in these communities who are currently facing these illegal evictions you also have to figure out how are you going to rebuild your children's home. On top of that when these illegal evictions occur the securities abuse us and our children like nobody's business. There is always sexual harassment and assault. They beat us up very badly. They don?t care whether you're carrying a baby or not. As a result of this brutality some of us end up finding it very difficult to receive grant money because our Sassa cards are being destroyed along with all our other belongings. Some of us are defaulting on our treatment because our medication and clinic cards are destroyed so our health is at risk. Some of us experience miscarriages. Sometimes we even lose our partners. We as the Abahlali Women's League call upon the President to end his silence on the attacks on our movement, and all the other abuse from the police and the army against poor people across the country, including three murders. He must give us the answers. When will this violence and abuse stop? How are those of us who have been evicted going to spend 21 days without shelter? Where do they really want us to go at this critical time? We have complied with the request of the President of the country. However, if the eThekwini Municipality can't respect us we won't tolerate their disrespect. We will act. Enough is enough bomama! This is our time to show our government that we stand for our children. We are fighting power to survive in the world. Yonk' indawo umzabalazo uyasivumela. Wathint' abafazi, wathint' imbokodo Contact: Nomsa Sizani 081 005 3686 Zanele Mtshali 062 437 9077 Zandile Nsibande 073 611 8279