the white house is planning on going forward with DAPL. also, they have been planning on this the entire time, and so protestors have stayed put, yet we refocused our attention completely elsewhere. let’s start talking about this again!! can we get a protest for NoDAPL, please??
and incase anyone accuses me of “overreacting”… yes, scientists are literally fearing censorship policies that will prevent them from informing the public about Earth’s current climate. The EPA (environmental protection agency) all of the sudden had their grant programs frozen. This means that funding for further researched is denied, redevelopment of former industrial sites, air quality monitoring and education. This gag rule also prohibits any EPA employee from talking about it. Trump also banned the EPA from giving social media updates. So yes….. any verified science affiliated social media account IS at risk of being censored under trump’s presidency. The least we can do is further spread these tweet before they get deleted. We deserve to know what’s truly going on in our world…
WE NEED SCIENCE.
Jesus science is now the enemy too? Have literal super villains taken over?
hello im pepper and im a mixed race trans girl (ethnically jewish and native and white) and i live w/ my white relatives most of whom are literal fucking nazis my girlfriend is offering to let me stay w/ her until i move in with my adoptive family and im leaving end of january so im not deported and will be visiting my adoptive family before moving in w/ my girlfriend and need money for the plane to visit her it’s $277 for the flight and im broke as pis and need help w/ that could people please reblog this so im not in danger please?
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Please help her!!!
@everyone talking about fighting Nazis and protecting vulnerable people, this is a concrete way that you can actually fight Nazis and protect a vulnerable person. Maybe not as glamorous as Captain America or antifa clashing with Nazis in the streets but something that’s completely necessary and totally part of that fight. I’m not saying donate if you can’t afford to, but please share this and donate a bit if you can afford to.
My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.
When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces.
When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body.
I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for.
In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather.
When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.
This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone.
Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.
When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip.
At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.
Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work.
I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again.
Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.
I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different.
To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.
i wasn’t originally gonna say anything about this because i know it’s more or less a funny observation but i feel the need to point a few things out
homestuck(mspaintadventures) sprites are placeholders, a style of art that is meant to be as generic as possible so that artists are free to interpret their features as they will. dark hair, glasses, this outfit, the rest is up to you. they are even canonically aracial and their bodytypes have been known to change in-comic. that’s what this means. homestuck(mspaintadvendtures) is also, despite it’s popularity, an indie comic that isn’t as widespread as it seems to be.
disney is a multi-billion dollar legacy corporation that has been around for generations. whether they wanted to or not, every children’s movie they put out sets an example and a standard for impressionable young children. so when they make the same generic, big-eyed, small mouthed, round cheeked, small chinned white girls as every protag or female lead, it becomes a major issue, because it’s a beauty standard that very few people can actually adhere to.
so yeah, disney and their current direction in character design is still worse than this.
Holy shit
‘let me just equate a huge decades-established corporation with billions of dollars and experienced artists at their disposal with a dude working on a webcomic in his house, most likely on his own, most likely wearing nothing but a pair of horse-pattern boxers’
This artist edited Moana into Katara and it’s kind of amazing???? Suddenly I’m thinking about some alternate version of Avatar, as a work of CG instead of 2D animation. And now I want to see even more characters rendered into CGI via photo manipulation. I can’t escape.
