When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”
I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.
She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”
“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”
He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”
Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”
When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”
Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”
Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.
He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.
Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.
Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.
One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.
I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”
Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.
It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.
It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.
It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.
There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.
I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend."
thinking about disability and mental illness in the pokemon world is pretty wild
a slowking who is always calm and ready to help when their trainer is having an anxiety attack or a breakdown
a blissey who lays its happiness eggs to help its trainer with depression
a gardevoir who uses its psychic black hole ability to prevent its trainer from getting sensory overload
a lucario reading its epileptic trainers aura to watch out for episodes
a munna helping a trainer with insomnia avoid bad dreams and sleep peacefully
a sylveon using its ribbons to calm someone who’s been badly triggered
And what about pokemon trained to help blind trainers, like zubat, golbat and crobat or other cave pokemon, as well as poochyena and houndoom like service dogs
And psychic pokemon or unknown aiding deaf trainers with communication
I’m also fascinated with the idea of more humanoid pokemon learning sign language to communicate with deaf trainers. If meowth can learn to talk, mr. mime and others can certainly learn the pokemon regions equivalent of signing
a ditto mimicking the shape of a wheelchair so that their trainer will have assistance (pokemon powered!) on hard hills or when they get tired
or fighting types that are used not for fighting but as vital assistants for accessibility and mobility- machamp pushing wheelchairs and effortlessly lifting said chairs (and occupants) over steps; hariyama cradling their trainers in one hand when they get fatigued or chronic pain starts up, and carrying them around gently; hitmonlee with their super-steady legs and fighting-honed balance providing a good support to trainers with balance issues.
or nonverbal trainers that rely on their psychic pokemon (or pokemon like lucario) to translate their thoughts telepathically to other people when they can’t form words or signs
or autistic trainers with dragon types that sit next to them and allow their trainers to stroke their scales, the bumpy-smooth texture perfect for stimming with
minccino being absolutely vital to keeping the spaces of asthmatic trainers clean to not trigger an asthma attack; those same trainers cuddling with a water type that keeps their environment at the right humidity and temperature while they sleep to aid their breathing
these aren’t tears i don’t know what you’re talking about
You guys are all great <3
What do you mean unfortunately? She has such big ego she needs whole paper for herself… *gets shoot*
G o d m o d e T a r o t
None (0 or 22) The Fool
1 The Magician - Stage
2 The High Priestess - Monita
3 The Empress - Taco
4 The Emperor
5 The Hierophant - Musashi
6 The Lovers - Krystal, Durel and Quin
7 The Chariot - Haitch?
8 Justice - Godbun
9 The Hermit - Blu
10 Wheel of Fortune - Giver
11 Strength - Sky
12 The Hanged Man - Szakoi
13 Death - La Dauphine
14 Temperance - Inky and Inverse or Bram and Crom
15 The Devil - Amber
16 The Tower - Oathbreaker
17 The Star - Myriad
18 The Moon - Konsu
19 The Sun - Sakoyo
20 Judgement - Whim
21 The World - Xrokt
And those are only the Major Arcana. There are also like 50 minor one that could be up for grabs.
Why Krystal with Durel and Quin? Shouldnt there be somebody else? Like Myriad?
tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds It’s all over now, before we have begun. we’ve already won
get this goddamn song outta my head
this needs to be in every art history books in 10 years
I should be asleep a hundred times over but I’m riding out this song inspo thing and I’m gonna look a wreck at work tomorrow