#we could do so much better

[thesocialgremlin]

If I were in charge, first order of business is to taxe the super rich for a universal basic income.

Next, we're tying politicians wages to the average income of their riding. You can't represent people if you think yourself above people.

With that, we tie minimum wage to inflation and use it as a baseline to cap rent, utilities, insurances. Create a public record so nobody can rip you off.

End price gouging entirely. Enforce the retail/wholesale markup and investigate companies with suspicious profits. Tax businesses higher based on the CEO/Baseline staff pay gap - less than 30% are eligible for government grants, everything above gets taxed heavier with the highest gap.

No more super rich. Nobody needs that much money. Those people need to start investing in their companies and their people instead of making millions a day on the back of their workers.

Housing programs. Land allotments. You turn 25 years old, congratulations, here's a house and a plot of land. Do with it as you may, but you may not be allotted another plot for another 25 years if you squander it. Why's that?

You turn 50? Welcome to your retirement package? You want travel? You want crafts? You want a cottage in the woods? Ask and you get; you served your time, we've got you. Rest, enjoy the rest of your life. Spend your years doing what brings you peace. As long as you're not hurting anyone who doesn't want to be hurt, you good, boo.

[justbackgroundnoise]

One of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to consuming media is when I’m watching a movie by a Canadian director that has Canadian actors, is filmed in Ontario and features Ontario landmarks, is made by a Canadian production company, is distributed by a Canadian film distributor, is backed by Ontario provincial arts funding, and then there’s a scene where someone’s ID gets checked and a bouncer says, “are you sure you’re 21? You don’t look 21” or someone handles cash but it’s US bills.

Why do we always have to pretend that the content we make here in Canada is set in America? Why can’t the money be Canadian dollars? The legal drinking age in Ontario is 19 so why say it’s 21? Our film & tv industry here is already so oversaturated by multi million dollar American tv studios using all of our film studios and our crews for literally everything that’s on tv and streaming, so can’t content that’s actually Canadian just get to be…Canadian? Even in the smallest of ways? Please 🙏

[pceexistsinthevoid]

truly something evil about a 30 minute break for an 8 hour shift at a slightly physically demanding job tbh. every single time i come back from my "break" more tired than when i went in bc my body thinks like "oh, i'll get to rest now" and all of the adrenaline or whatever the fuck drains from my body and then immediately after i have to go back out bc 30 minutes is fucking nothing

[yousaythatsooften]

Are your "online personas" supposed to reflect your goals or what?

I don't think I have an online persona, just working here to figure things out and get coping tips.

Who the heck cares enough about deceiving others or themselves to come up with something like an online persona?

Do I really want to know you if you do?

I never mastered faking it til making it

The only bit I can commit to is the one I was born into

Got no script...

Why accept a label?

Screw all y'all 'cels..

Yeah the assholes cockblocked themselves arranging for the orange idiot

Don't make that your pride though

Why can't we all just get along?

And help each other round up the ones that can't keep it in their pants and get rid of them

Their reproductive drive has been overcharged to the point of mental retardation and rapiness

So we have plenty to do

Plenty of meat for the furnace

Plenty of good, intelligent men out there too

Maybe we could help each other

Nobody wants to wipe out thousands of people

Except this one: really, help this planet, this species

Kill every rapist immediately

Especially date rapists

Kill every pedorast immediately

A pedophile has unnatural love for children

A pedorast acts on those desires

I won't use your labels

There are definite, distinct words for who we are and what we are about

He's not an incel because he can't get laid

He can't get laid because his pheromones tell all

She's not a femcel for not indulging his appetites

She's not responsible for his pleasure or release

We don't have time for these foolish games

Get it together

Or let's don't

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[glitter-stained]

That's extremely cool please share if you want!

No I'm actually so serious, that's extremely important, love it so much when people do that.

I've seen people ponder about whether therapy would even help Jason at this point after everything he went through and like, I 100% understand, it's hard to comprehend such a tragic story, even telling it to other people it's like "and then his mom pulled a gun on him and then he died and then he woke up in his grave and then he got hit by the car and then" etc. etc. like the world is beating down on him with relentless obstinacy.

But I'll tell you what: people who seem like they're being beaten down on with relentless obstinacy, there's plenty of them. The theory makes it clear that having one disorder makes you more vulnerable to several other disorders, which make you more vulnerable to trauma, and the interaction between these make you more vulnerable to that one, etc etc. Aside from psychiatric disorders, having been victim of abuse leads to heightened risk of being abused again (check out Young's patterns theory), but also having low self-esteem make you at risk of high risk behaviours that make you at risk of neurological decline, somatic diseases, poverty, anxiety leads to chronic stress leads to etc., etc. etc. Patients with just one pathology they need to work on are rare, they come in with a laundry list of pathologies, issues, super complex history with many traumatic events... And then they turn to their support system, they develop coping mechanisms, they get therapy, they receive help from this or that structure, taking into account the many many failures of psychiatric and mental health institutions in my country, and they pull out resources from where you wouldn't believe it, and they take the tools they're given and make use of them in ways you couldn't possibly imagine, and they keep on impressing you with so much strength, creativity, ingeniosity and so many resources that no matter how many expectations you toss away, no matter how hopeful you become, you still get surprised by how genuinely resilient people are.

I don't believe for one second Jason is "beyond help". I think sometimes circumstances make it so that people, through no fault of their own (and mostly because the system sucks) don't get access to the help and resources they need, and circumstances lead them to be in a state of hopelessness at a moment where their resources aren't accessible, times where hopelessness feels like the only logical conclusion, there are a million ways the world will fail people with mental illnesses, but that does not mean for one second that they are beyond help. I don't think you could show me a single realistically written character, no matter the amount of tragic backstory you could think of, for which I would agree this character is beyond help.

So go on that rant. Write that fanfic, that "everybody goes to therapy" AU, that "that character survives" alternate ending, that "after the war" epilogue. Draw your favourite traumatized character smothered in therapy pets. Post that comic strip you doodled on post-it notes about that character developing a lovely new coping mechanism. Make that list of headcanons about that character's support system supporting them. Make that OC, reader-insert etc. you wanted to create to give your favourite traumatized character a support system. Write that original story you've been thinking about that begins with extreme angst and whump and ends with the found family and their many pets living happily in a big house by the beach. People will try and shove victim-blaming and hopelessness down your throat, will try to force morality in the equation like it has to do with anything, narratives of good victims that get to get better vs bad victims that are too evil to be offered or accept help, people who are so evil because they are hurt and so hurt because they are so evil that death is the only possible resolution for them, but they are wrong. Do not let them win. A person is only beyond help the moment they are dead, you are so much more resourceful than you think, and don't underestimate the human spirit.

The Jason Todd brainrot is real cause when I woke up today I spent an extra hour just lying in my bed and vividly daydreaming about Jason going to therapy

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[inamindfarfaraway]

I would find Blondie Lockes very annoying in real life, but I love her in fiction. She's a genuinely good journalist in terms of both skill and ethical integrity, who only occasionally forgets to check the facts because she's fifteen and holds herself accountable when she does. She has incredibly high standards for everything and believes herself to be the ultimate authority on quality. She has magical lockpicking powers because her fairytale is about Goldilocks breaking into a house. She somehow completely ignores the story's moral that Goldilocks was wrong to break into the house, feels entitled to go wherever and help herself to whatever she's able to and cannot comprehend why people dislike this. She's been terrorizing an anthropomorphic bear family with her cheerful disrespect for privacy and is convinced that they love her. She has a non-anthropomorphic pet baby bear. Her motivation is dependence on external approval rooted in deeply internalized classism. She's desperate to be useful and important to those with higher social status and feels the need to lie that her family is technically royalty to fit in with her royal friends, even though they treat commoners like equals all the time. She positions herself as a conduit of true greatness; closer to it than the masses, but never the hero, always reporting on other people and evaluating what they've done. Because what she's done isn't enough to be worthwhile. What she is isn't enough. But this performative lifestyle makes her anxious about being judged as a fraud and an interloper, and ashamed of selfishly transgressing against social norms. Her microphone head looks like an adorable little bear head. That's one hex of a character alright.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Not a Francis hater, not a Francis apologist, but a secret third thing (watching him be a fucked up little freak and enjoying the show 🍿)

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[t4t4t]

Idk new post bc the last lost traction, no donations in a week. We need 450 for the rest of February, 450 for a deposit, and 950 for March, 50 for the rest of the utilities. We were homeless since Aug 2020 excepting 4 different months whose places fell through for various reasons, have to get rid of the van we were living in because it's falling apart, Collie got FFS December 28th, she's recovering well and maybe could do something with a car if we had a better car, given her ability to drive. I still haven't found much work but I'm still looking. Anything helps.

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[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[owlsie-hoot]

Siegfried and Tristan's walk cross-country / best of / 5.06

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Mushroom body

(for @mikkeneko)

[turtleblogatlast]

Man “Battle Nexus: New York” was a great episode but I do have one major gripe with it.

Like. Raph being paired up with Ghostbear? Makes sense. Works great. Works amazing, even.

Mikey being paired up with Meatsweats? Yeah that checks out!!

Donnie getting…Hypno…? I mean. I guess Donnie doesn’t like magic so it kindaaa works but Kendra would have been a much better choice to me personally. Maybe Big Mama didn’t wanna include a human or something…

And Leo getting…uh…one of the Sando Brothers???? Of all villains? Nah let’s be real, his main villain is more Big Mama herself (or Leo could be considered his own worst enemy lmao-). Hell Hypno would have probably worked better here considering their shared love for magic tricks and stuff, but Carl Sando????