and then send my straight friends the same thing and they’re like: i’m sorry???
fans of series w lots of acronyms: yeah you wanna get started with sfjfsa but if you prefer something more recent glhel and qeotg are beginner friendly i personally love the tkle tie ins with eiejgks
I thought it was fairly normal to feel empathy for bad people.
I thought it was common, even.
But after my Elon/Grimes post... now I'm wondering if I was mistaken about that.
I wrote a post about Trump being traumatized after his assassination attempt and a post about his poor adaptation to aging. I expressed sympathy for him in both cases. But I still maintain my white hot hatred of him and wish for him to face consequences.
Elon was abused by his father. Some of the stories are incredibly tragic. Hearing those stories triggers an involuntary response in my emotional systems that I can't stop no matter how much I despise present-day Elon. I also wonder if that abuse never occurred maybe we wouldn't be dealing with this current clusterfuck.
I have never held so much anger towards a single person as I do my brother. But I also see him as a victim of abuse. I know he was once a really good person and he was slowly corrupted. I feel sorry for him. I mourn the amazing person he used to be. And I still love him.
But that doesn't make me any less angry.
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
mitsuki using the music metaphor which has always represented her and aya’s shared queerness and feelings for each other to make her roundabout confession…. the panelling reflecting how she’s literally and figuratively closing the gap between them….. i am ascending
eat him out wednesday or whatever. i've stopped keeping track
This may have already been mentioned, but I also believe that making them human gives the individual such less power. Realizing that the monster you fear is just a human just like you makes you realize that there can be hope and the possible within the seemingly impossible. That’s in no way to say that it makes their actions any less despicable and disgusting in any way, shape or form. Their actions are still wicked and nothing like what your average next door neighbor could even think of doing. However, when we stop putting people on a pedestal and see them at our level (or better yet below that- down in hell for one), it’s an even better step forward to conquering the problem and staying hopeful.
I thought it was fairly normal to feel empathy for bad people.
I thought it was common, even.
But after my Elon/Grimes post... now I'm wondering if I was mistaken about that.
I wrote a post about Trump being traumatized after his assassination attempt and a post about his poor adaptation to aging. I expressed sympathy for him in both cases. But I still maintain my white hot hatred of him and wish for him to face consequences.
Elon was abused by his father. Some of the stories are incredibly tragic. Hearing those stories triggers an involuntary response in my emotional systems that I can't stop no matter how much I despise present-day Elon. I also wonder if that abuse never occurred maybe we wouldn't be dealing with this current clusterfuck.
I have never held so much anger towards a single person as I do my brother. But I also see him as a victim of abuse. I know he was once a really good person and he was slowly corrupted. I feel sorry for him. I mourn the amazing person he used to be. And I still love him.
But that doesn't make me any less angry.
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they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public
Guy wearing a distressed jean jacket with a Kermit the frog patch walks up to the library’s facade, he turns around with a smile and says “the punkest thing you can do is return your library books on time” with a wink, tosses his copy of The Peanut Allergy Epidemic into the return box, a gnarled hand shoots out of the book slot and grabs his wrist, he screams, the twisted, knobby fingers tighten their grip and begin to pull, pull, pull, the guy’s body is contorted as he is forced into the tiny gap through sheer force, blood shoots out, so much blood, hitting terrified passersby as they leave and enter the front doors, a woman tucks away her checkouts into her cardigan to keep them from getting ruined, blood keeps spraying, finally his last foot goes through, his doc marten popping off and falling onto the concrete, bouncing slightly .