An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Itâs all BG3!!!
Holy fuck people made art đĽš:
Drunk Batstarion by @britonell
Eleanor by @lyzelky
Eleanor and Astarion, sitting on a bench by @britonell once again đ
Eleanors! by @shierke
Astarion is trying to flirt (critical fail) commissioned by @sasseffects and drawn/rendered/colored by @squirrelcurls and @vipermenace
Eleanor and Astarion in their matching outfits! Bonus: Astarion being a total shit. By @lyzelky (đ)
Tent Scene from WSWB chapter 9 commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @summerwarlock
Also Tent Scene from WSWB, commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @crunchyncrumbly
NSFW?
Astarion and Eleanor by @mutualcombat (with more detailed pic of the softness)
Snippets:
Tiddy Cuddles - actually SFW. Batstarion never walks anywhere ever again when he can get uppies.
One Shots (All of them are rated E smutfics):
Stuffing - an entry for Wanksgiving 2023, sexually explicit. Ties into Feeding Alligators.
All I Want for Solstice - happy holidays 2023, have some fluffy smut! Eleanor tries to spread holiday cheer. Astarion tries to spread Eleanor's legs. Rated very much E for explicit sexual content. Technically a two-shot, but whatev.
Valentineâs Day Special - Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah Iâd like to fuck you. Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he wonât forget. ASTARION GETS PEGGED.
You Could Just Ask - Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin. ASTARION GETS PEGGED AGAIN. The man is a MENACE.
Something Full-Bodied and Red - Aunt Flo comes to visit Eleanor. Astarion is thrilled to make her acquaintance.
Tightrope and Lace - Astarion has a proposition: youâd look lovely in rope. And you shouldnât be the only one who gets to dress for the occasion.
A Misuse of Potions - Pt. 1: Astarion has a plan. A nice, simple plan. His love has been gone for almost a tenday, but now she's back, and he needs her to obliterate him in the best way possible.
Long fics:
All are rated E for sexual content, language, and violence.
Feeding Alligators - Completed:
Turns out, itâs not heart disease that gets you. Not a car crash, the second coming, or even a plain old slip in the shower that removes you from this mortal coil.
Itâs motherfucking aliens.
Your Uncle Randy would be so proud.
Or: two losers cheat, stab, and flirt their way to a win.
What Shall We Become - Completed
After tripping a mad wizardâs trap, Astarionânow blindedâmust navigate the Underdark with Eleanor back to their crew. These two shitheads must cheat, stab, and flirt their way through flooded caves, monsters, and something hunting them in the dark. All while very confusing feelings begin to muddle up Astarionâs Very Simple plan.
Fingers Sifting Black Earth - In Progress
Astarionâs coming to your tent every night with honeyed nothings on his tongue. Trouble is, youâre starting to smell hints of bullshit. The closer yâall get, the further apart you feel. And then thereâs the fucking brainworm cult.
These two losers must cheat, stab, and flirt their way to the heart of a cult. And toâŚwhatever it is between them.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
oh my god I just saw the cutest thing in the world. little Black girl with beads in her hair for the first day of school and the beads were pink then silver then a bunch of yellow then beige then grey to make them look like pencils đĽşđĽşđĽş brb I will draw an artistâs rendition
AAA video game publisher voice: "Look. The goose layed a golden egg, and that's nice! Everyone loved that egg. But keeping the golden goose means paying for bird feed and I don't want to, so I killed the goose."
#âthat goose keeps laying golden eggs. thatâs stagnation. Iâm going to kill it and go look for a goose that lays diamond eggsâ#âthat goose normally lays golden eggs but this time it laid a silver egg. Iâm going to kill it because even though I can still make good#money with that itâs not as good as a golden eggâ#âthat golden egg laying goose only lays an egg once a day instead of constantly shitting them out. I donât care that golden eggs take time#if theyâre not constant the goose is worthless to meâ
@thebaldursmouthgazette y u leave all the good stuff in the tags
In every way this is set up to be a joke like any other short video, it even uses the trope of main character in a wig to represent their mom, but it isn't funny at all. It's just sweet and nice
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
ok i feel crazy reading through the tag for sinners because theres this very weird pervasive notion that it seems like people do not understand remmick and his kkk member first victims are in fact lying repeatedly throughout the movie. like they lie. we know they lie because they promise all they want is to come inside and play music for the juke joint. that is not true at all as they want to come inside and kill everyone.
so why are there so many posts resting on the notion that they are unable to lie when these same vampires say they dont believe in the kkk anymore and just want equality.
"when remmick de-racist-ifyed the former kkk members" did we watch the same movie. no the fuck he did not. that woman was lying when she said they no longer worked with the kkk. because she wanted to eat the people still inside. good lord.
We established incredibly early on to the movie that the KKK lie! It's their main thing! They lie that the vampire ain't in their house, they lie that the Klan is gone, they lie about that musician to lynch him in a train station. Folks ain't got no media literacy.
FINALLY someone brings up how they were lying about the Klan from jump! We literally saw the dudes Klan robes in the house before/when the Choctaw hunters were chasing Remmick down! They dead just didn't pay attention to anything in the movie!
https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/
This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
Making soup stock is so fun, cause I ratatouille flashback to being a kid grubbing around in the neighborhood woods, throwing random things into a bowl I stole from the kitchen to make a potion. But this oneâs real! And I get to use it in food!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
The FDA has upgraded an egg recall issued last month to âClass I,â its highest risk level, as it warns the public that consuming the products could cause âserious adverse health consequences or death.â
The recall of 1,589,577 dozen white-shell eggs and brown cage-free shell eggs was initially issued by Midwest Poultry Services in late July, which warned they might be contaminated with Salmonella Enteritidis.
According to the company, the eggs were produced and distributed from farms in Texas between June 6 and July 3 and have sell-by or best-by dates between July 20 and August 17. The recalled egg cartons have either the code P-1950 or 0840962 and Julian Dates between 157-184.
Recalled eggs were shipped to foodservice and retail customers in Texas, Oklahoma, and Louisiana.Â
Recalled eggs were available to consumers at Kroger stores in Texas and Louisiana; Brookshire Grocery stores in Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Louisiana, and other smaller retail and foodservice outlets in these states plus Mississippi and New Mexico.
Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, and New Mexico are the currently affected states.
The gur is camped in the shanty town. A collection of bright tents, most with strings of flags or wind chimes or tiny, carved figures hanging over the openings.
Most.
Several lie in torn piles. Thereâs brownish stains on the ones remaining.
Your stomach drops out even before you catch sight of the pyre. One, long pyre, piled withâŚstuff? Clothes and packs. A stuffed doll. A shattered bow.
Astarion finishes throwing back a healing potion as yâall tail along behind Ulma (she looks at Astarion all weird about it for some reason). About a dozen people come up as they spot yâall. Suspicion turns to alarm, to rage as they clock Astarion.
A woman steps forward. âUlma?â
The gur leader lifts a hand.
More press in. Sunlight glints on drawn weapons. Astarion moves all rigid beside you, a cat in a field of loaded mousetraps, these ones armed with swords.
A second woman charges in with an ax, gaze fixed on Astarion. âUlma, let me pass.â
âNo.â
âHe tookââ
Ulma reaches over and grips both her shoulders real gentle. âYour boys are not forgotten, Reven. I will not allow that to happen.â Then, loud, to the entire band, âThese six are under a blood price and are thus protected.â
Wide eyes all around. Lotta mutters. Lotta anger.
You try to swallow and it gets caught up in your throat.
âTribe?â Wesa says, arching one brow.
âIâm okay,â you say. âMostly. Just stay calm. Goes for all yâall, Fezzerk.â
The goblin nods and Skrunk flicks away something he just dug out his ear. Diddler, though. He worries you. Ainât never said a single word; just looks around the camp real calm like, and you canât help but think heâs working out how to take the whole place apart.
The gur let yâall pass. You feel their gazes like claws over your skin. Prickly, but not biting. Not yet.
âWhat happened here?â you say to Ulma.
She gives you side eye. âYou donât know?â
âI.â You killed one of her kinsman to save Astarion. Who took their kids. Maybe not the same way you got taken, but not that different in the larger, cultural context. The U.S. governmentâs favorite tactic, outside starvation and forced marches, to get rid of one side of your lineage.
Your mouth feels a little numb. âThis is from months ago?â
What a chickenshit way to phrase that. Itâs one of the traits your mother dearest passed down to you.
Ulmaâs face does something complex. Then, âNo. We still hold the possessions of our children. Until we know for certain, we will continue to hold them. This was last night. Courtesy of your master.â
The last part to Astarion, whoâs been silent this whole time.
He blinks. The first expression he done made since you all but threw yourself on a sword for Gandrel. âCazador didâŚwhy?â
Seems genuinely baffled. You take it that rotting fuck didnât get his own hands dirty too often. Not unless it was with his ownâŚ
You breathe careful through your nose.
âHe came himself,â Ulma says and confirms it. âHe tore through out warriors, what remained of them. He came looking for you.â
Astarion canât hide the flash of fear. The one heâs been trying to shove down ever since that big hill rose up over the grasslands. Yâall know you was coming back here. What that might mean. Whatâd be waiting.
But itâs one thing to know it, and another to feel it, and that manâs been trying to run from that feeling for days, you think.
A piece clinks into place in your head as you look over at him. Ah. ThatâŚexplains some things. Itâs still shitty, but thereâs a why.
Ulma is giving you the thoughtful look, now. Once you stop staring at Astarion.
âYou share our anger at the vampire lord?â she says.
Astarion is fucked up fucked up. Not even just physically. Gandrel was hurting, too. These people are wounded in about the worst way a person can be without dying. All because one fuckface. One monsterâeven without being a vampireâsitting on a pile of bodies and misery and pain.
âI volunteered to kill his ass before I met any of you,â you say.
âYet you defend his spawn.â
âWho ainât under magic bullshit mind control. Heâs been making his own decisions and it ainât been to be a monster.â
âHe is and always will remain a monster,â Ulma says. âYouâd best remember that. Stay here. I need to finish the last rites your presence interrupted. As no one cared to do for you.â
The last part to Astarionâagain, she really seems to like doing that. It hits, too, whatever it means.
His nose wrinkles in a sneer and he says, âWell, not everyone can make dead look this fabulous.â
Now it not the time. And that must be blasting out your face (or the brainworm) cause he glances at you and his face shutters again.
Ulma gives you an âI told youâ stare before going off towards the pyre. Her people follow, a couple hanging back, fingers tapping on weapon hilts. But the blood price she announced holds them back. Nobody takes a swing.
They leave yâall to the dirt in the middle of their camp. There's makeshift stools and delicately carved chairs further back. But you pick up on her meaning and sit yourself down right there on the ground.
The goblins jostle to squeeze themselves into your shadow beside you.
âIâm not sitting in the dirt,â Astarion says.
Seems a real bad idea to go picking at wounds this fresh. Even if you get where heâs coming from. You close your right eye, imagine the nasty thing worming around in your skull, and reach through it to him.
For a long moment, you think heâs going to ignore you. His mind cracks open like a half-dressed night shifter peering out at the noon day Jehovahâs Witnesses at his door.
He needs to sit, please. It will put the gur at ease a.
Itâs a humiliation. They want to watch him grovel and heâs sick to death (ha) of groveling.
HeâsâŚnot wrong.
And boy howdy does he bask in that.
But he should still do it. Thatâs the point of this.
Now he thinks youâre mad. And a little bit patheticâhe stomps that down, along with the guilt that follows.
Which hurts. Tied together like this, you canât hide that, neither. But yâall donât got time to sit around in awkward guilt/agony (guilgony?). So you fold that up and put it in a mental box and reach for what you know.
Ulma lifts her hands, voice quaking as she talks in a language the fickle ass dirt potion donât translate. The hard faces of her people. The wet eyes. Exhaustion and anger, loss and ruination.
These people are hurt. All but bleeding out. This small thing is humiliating to him (and you), but yâall can afford a small discomfort in the face of all that. Thatâs how this works.
Itâs a bitter pill all the way down. As he takes that in, something chips loose and drifts over to you: terror. Worry. Dread of pain.
Astarion flinches as you register that and a torrent of embarrassment surgesâ
He cuts you off. Leaves you reeling in your own head a second. You got to blink in the bright sunlight to reorient yourself, find him lowering himself stiffly down next to you.
You bump the back of his right hand. He donât like being grabbed (not gonna help if you get mad over why just now), and itâs been a reliable way to nudge him without dredging up something nasty.
âThank you,â you whisper so low nobody should catch it. He does, because vampire elf bullshit. He inclines his head a fraction of an inch.
A couple gur approach the pyre with lit torches. Set the blaze low, deep in the structure. As smoke starts to drift up, through the pile of wood, Ulma stands in the center. Her hands are still lifted, eyes raised to the clear, blue sky. Her chanting continues.
Then, as the first flames lick up, through the slats of wood to taste the air, five others step forward. Each one carries a small bundle wrapped in colorful cloth. Swaddled tighter than a newborn.
Ulma says something. Bows her head. The five carefully place their bundles in the flames and retreat, heads bowed.
âTheir hearts,â Astarion says, leaning in, breath tickling your ear.
You frown at him. A silent, âhuh?â
âCazadorâs victims among them. To keep them from turning.â
That fuckface. Who killed at least five people by himself. Who is a vampire who turns people andâŚ
Oh. Oh, thatâs what she meant.
Something thick lodges in your throat. Astarion watches the flames consume the hearts of the dead, face blank. His pasty skin and red eyes stick out. The punctures on his neck, peeking over the high collar of his padded coat, look gruesome. Obvious.
He was attacked. Bitten. Drained.
With no one to care for him after. No one to notice such blatant wounds. No one to tendâŚ
You crunch down hard on the inside of your cheek and blink fast. This ainât the place for that.
The flames catch and spread. The scent of the smoke changes, faintly meaty in a way youâd rather not think about.
Neither does Ulma, apparently, as the gur disperseâsave for two of the bundle carriers who take up position on the edges of the pyre. Presumably to tend to it. Make sure it keeps going.
She regards yâall, sitting where she left you. Her eyes is bloodshotâfrom the smoke or from the loss, you canât tell. But she nods. Flicks a hand towards a nearby tent. Says, âFollow me.â
i wonder how much Cazadorâs fourth rule for his spawn, Thou shalt know that thou art mine, contributed to the learned helplessness Astarion and his siblings felt regarding their enslavement.
like if youâre literally magically mind controlled to be aware 24/7 that youâre âownedâ by another, combined with the other compulsions of Thou shalt obey me in all things and Thou shalt not leave my side unless directed, i donât know how you could even begin to challenge that belief. could you even think your way around the idea that youâre Cazadorâs property enough to not give into defeatism and maintain hope you might one day escape?
it seems like an insurmountable task, beyond normal psychology re: learned helplessness, and probably couldâve contributed to the spawnsâ belief that this is all there will ever be for them.
i think acknowledging these three specific commands given to his spawn is critical to understand why Astarion believes defeating Cazador is such an insurmountable, impossible task. not only has he been magically brainwashed to believe it to be but in his case, itâs quite literally true â given the second rule of total obedience, even if Cazador doesnât actively compel his spawn, they still are magically obligated to obey whatever heâs saying.
also while the fandom rightfully points out it took being infected by an illithid parasite for Astarion to break free of Cazadorâs total control over him, i feel that this kinda glosses over the fact that the parasite is actually mutated, as it was exposed to bothâŚ
the remnant magic of a wizard so powerful his spell casting radically altered entire landscapes, civilizations, spellcasting in and of itself in Toril, as well as led to the murder of the literal goddess of magic; and
the divine wrath/curse of another incredibly powerful goddess, who was literally one of the first gods ever in the Forgotten Realms setting. (like it takes a century of research, an archdruid, + fey magic to undo the shadow-curse⌠itâs nothing to sneeze at!)
like regular illithid parasites canât infect the undead! so it literally took aliens who are maybe also from the future, Karsus, and Shar to free a vampire spawn from his sireâs magical enslavement⌠like metaphors about irl psychology and abuse aside, Astarion was kinda stuck without the parasite, given all of the above lol
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
wattpad really gave ao3 a huge free promo with their new policy update that makes things even worse for their users. so to all the people who are now moving to ao3 due to thisâŚ
welcome! here are what you need to know about ao3 and how itâs the complete opposite of wattpad
trigger warning for the mention of contents that are allowed on ao3 that can be triggering to some.
ao3 is a non-profit organization. itâs run by fans (people like you and me), for fans.
fans donate to the site on their own free will to keep the site up and running smoothly.
ao3 is not a social media. it is an archive.
ao3 doesnât have ads. it doesnât have algorithms. it doesnât have âgoing viral.â
everything is endlessly free on ao3. there is no âao3 premium.â you will never see a single ad on ao3, and you can download as many fics as you want to read offline for free.
ao3 doesnât have an app. and ao3 doesnât need an app. any âao3 appsâ you see are third-party apps and are not affiliated with ao3, so be careful giving these shady apps your login infos or other personal information.
ao3 was built with the main purpose to 1.) be completely against censorship and 2.) host fics that are banned on other platforms like wattpad.
the reason ao3 doesnât have an app is because for it to have its own app, appstore and google play store will have to approve it first. and due to the contents ao3 allow, chances are that it wonât get approved. which is actually a good thing. it doesnât need an app. it works more than fine without an app.
on ao3, every single thing is allowed as long as it is fanfic or fan work (original works, fan art and video edits count as fan works, but if you want to post a video edits on ao3, you will have to post it elsewhere and then link it back to ao3 â ao3 cannot host video edits on its platform due to copyright issues)
by every single thing that is fanfic, I mean every single thing:
the filthiest smut without plot that is written purely for sexual pleasure is allowed. it has its own canonical tag called âplot what plot, porn without plot.â
fics that focus on non-consensual sexual intercourse are allowed, doesnât matter if the fics glorify or romanticize the act, doesnât matter if theyâre written as kinks. they have their own canonical tag called ârape/non-con.â
fics about characters who are minors are allowed, even if theyâre portrayed in a sexual manner, even if theyâre non-consensual sexual intercourse. even if the minor characters are romantically and/or sexually involved with characters who are adults. even if they fics are written in ways that glorify and/or romanticize the thing. they have their own canonical tag called âunderage sex.â
fics about incest are allowed. doesnât matter if they glorify or romanticize the relationship. they have their own canonically tag called âincest.â fun fact: the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.
fics about self-harm and suicide are allowed. doesnât matter if they glorify or romanticize the act. they have their own canonical tags called âself-harmâ and âsuicideâ also âsuicidal ideationâ, âsuicide attemptâ, âimplied/referenced suicideâ, etc.
fics about violence and gore are allowed, even if they were written for the sake of shock value. they have their own canonical tag called âviolenceâ, âblood and goreâ, âblood and injuriesâ, etc.
rpf is also allowed. doesnât matter if the content of the fics are dark and taboo. theyâre treated the same way as any other fics.
every single dark and taboo fic you can think of is allowed. and it has its own canonical tag. because it is the main reason why ao3 was created in the first place.
âbut what do I do if I donât wanna see fics about xyz?â you can filter out any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.
âwhat do I do if I wanna find fics about xyz?â you can search for any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.
a lot of ao3 users rely on tags to search for specific tags, pairings, characters they want. they also rely on tags to filter out and exclude specific tags, pairings, and characters that they donât want to see.
ao3âs tagging system is by far the most efficient one Iâve ever seen.
on ao3, our main principles are âdonât like donât readâ â which means YOU have a responsibility to curate your own internet experience. yes, ao3 allows all kind of messed up fics, but they also allow you the ability to NOT see anything you donât want to see, by filtering out specific fics, pairings and/or characters.
no. you cannot harass authors who write about things that disgust you. you can and will be reported for harassment, and ao3 takes harassment very seriously. they will not take your side. because fucked up fics are allowed on ao3âfucked up fics are the main reason ao3 was createdâwhereas harassment is a direct violation of their terms of service.
ao3 is a house of the freaks and the perverts (affectionate). you ARE in the house of the freaks and the perverts. so donât think about harassing or being rude to the freaks and the perverts who built this anti-censorship house and are kind enough to let you in.
ao3 is proship, profic, and anti-censorship.
any writer can write whatever they want, however they want. the only etiquette is that you tag your stuff properly and accurately
mistagging for visibility is heavily frowned upon here, and it wonât get your works more views. people will either block or report you if you deliberately mistag things with the purpose of getting your fic more views. as Iâve said before, ao3 is an archive. itâs not a social media. it doesnât have algorithms or going viral.
if you come across a fic that has the tag âcreator chose not to use archive warningsâ it means the fic may or may not contain topics that can be triggering, but the author wonât tell you what these topics are, or if there are any at all. so proceed at your own risk.
that said, because ao3 is a non-profit site that hosts millions of works about othersâ copyrighted characters, you CANNOT mention any donation, commissionâor anything that involves moneyâanywhere on ao3. that is against their terms of service.
and because ao3 is a place for fanworks, the âwork sectionâ of your post has to actually be fanwork (fanfic, original work, fan art, link to a video edit count as fanwork). anything that isnât fanwork is not allowed.
you cannot post something on ao3 that is not fanwork. so no political statement, no call-out post, no âIâm looking for fics about xyzâ.
ao3 is anti censorship as long as what you post is actually fanwork and as long as you donât violate their terms of service that Iâve mentioned above.
ao3 has their own team of lawyers to protect them, their users, and every fanwork that is posted on their platform.
last but not least, donât write directly onto ao3. write and store your works elsewhere before copy and paste them onto ao3 once theyâre ready to post!! because ao3 does NOT autosave drafts for you, you risk losing everything youâve typed if thereâs a glitch, if the site crashes or if your device unexpectedly shuts down for whatever reason.
thatâs all for now. have fun and happy writing/reading!
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
Every time I hear a white vegan say that I want to throw the rubble of the Klamath Dams at them.
The largest dam removal in U.S. history. So successful that the salmon that havenât run freely in the river for literally over a century came back the next year. Not steady progress over a decade as expected, the very next salmon run they came home. No one alive saw salmon in that river outside the hatcheries kept by nativeâs tribes and the Department of Fish And Wildlife scientists desperately trying to save them. One of the activists who helped bring the suit spoke of their dying grandmother making them promise to bring the fish home, and they didnât know how that was possible, but they spent decades doing it.
The legal basis for successfully suing the power company who owned the dams was Indigenous treaty rights to eat the fish. Eating the fish was the one thing in a century that succeeded in being a clear and legally binding right that superseded the desires of white capital and industry. I have been going to the public interest environmental law conference off and on for 20 years where a lot of organizing for Undam The Klamath happened. Iâve heard updates about every legal tact they tried as they happened, and they tried everything.
There are healthy, thriving salmon, trout, and lamprey in a rewilding and recovering Klamath River right now as a direct result of Indigenous people eating them. Of their legally binding right to eat them. They sure as fuck care more about those fish than any white vegan ever could. They are salmon people that the Creator sent Salmon to feed, while charging the People with protecting and stewarding them. Itâs not possible to learn about salmon and trout in the Pacific Northwest without learning this, and itâs unambiguously racist to dismiss this symbiotic relationship.
The white vegans are trying to get all hunting and fishing banned in Oregon, and thatâs quite possibly the single most catastrophic thing that could be done to the animals here because we killed off all the major predators of creatures like deer and without anything hunting them their numbers will explode, eat all the vegetation, destroy the ecosystem, and then die along with everything else in that failing ecosystem. Controlled hunting of deer is vitally necessary for the deer to survive. This is something Native people know, but patronizing racist savior-complex white people refuse to listen to.
I have a whole collection of Oregonâs Public Broadcastingâs documentaries about Klamath River or the larger story of fish and people in the region. If you watch nothing else, watch Klamath Dams Are Coming Out, First Salmon Ceremony, After The Dams, and First Decent (Native made). It could not be clearer that the salmon are being protected and nourished by the people who eat them, and that stewardship is a massive part of their creation myths. But it contradicts political vegan dogma so they donât listen.
#also do you have any idea how much conservation is funded by people who want to eat those animals#at least in the us anytime someone buys ammo or hunting equipment or hunting licenses that money goes directly to state wildlife agencies
Atsadi's Shenanigans @atsadi-shenanigans - Tumblr Blog | Tumlook