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I've always stood by the claim

That a rose

By any other name

Would smell as sweet

I know yours means a lot to you, and then some

But it makes no difference to me

I want you to be happy, so l'll use this one

But l'd see no change if you went by Klutzy the Nimble

The only person who seems to understand is you-

That which I should have realised that some time ago-

But even still I can only admit it to two

That mine only means discomfort to me

I recall, all the way back in nursery

The request of my name would have me freeze, panic

What if l'd fabricated every memory

Of my name, or just been pulled from a different world

I knew at the time it was silly

But I couldn't shake the feeling it was wrong every time

But something that makes me feel as though in a frilly,

Two toned collar with the loudest bells there are, is that

There's nothing l'd rather go by.

No name fits better than this

None of them are comfy, none of them are mine Some equal, some worse, none ok, none happy

If the name of the rose doesn't matter

What of rose with no name at all?

Would nothing be as good as anything on the wrapper?

Or would it simply never be called again

I suppose it's hard to refer to something without name

Without establishing what it is to begin with

But to establish what it is must be a right pain

When you've nothing at all to call it by

So why not make up a term?

Decide on something by which to refer to it

Any unused sound to indicate a person, worm or germ

Let I be the only meaning. But that's just a name again

And so what is a name, I ponder again

A string of sounds used to clarify a subject of reference

The sounds themselves shouldn't matter then

So why do mine feel so wrong?

I don’t want a new name. I don’t want one at all

But I don’t want to be ignored or forgotten

So I need something for people to call

When they want me, or to sing my praises, or curse me

Give the hypothetical that I could have any name

But I know that’s the real choice

One that just feels good is my only aim

But I can’t find that. I don’t think it exists.

I used to go by Lilly, when I played and was more young

Then it was my imaginary friend, daughter, and then gone

And now it’s on my mind again but it only feels wrong

I can’t even pretend to be Lilly anymore. That’s gone.

Perhaps I could be a bird, Swift is nice

But I’d feel awkward with it as a name

While I sort of like Sparrow, all bird names are on ice

Until the sad day they don’t all- in my mind- mean you

So what can I be called by then

I wouldn’t mind being nothing at all

A name can’t be right but I can’t be no one when

They call my name. Who will I be? Who can I be?

A rose called a poppy would smell just the same

And I still don’t fully understand the difference it rhyme with makes.

I’m sure I’ll feel right again in my own red name

Eventually. If I can convince myself I ever was.

A rose called a poppy would smell just the same

And I still don’t fully understand the difference it makes

I’m sure I’ll feel right again in my own red name

You know it’s serious when hundreds of beavers is begging you to see the day the earth blew up.

Which you should, right now!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

There are moments when it feels like the world has moved on, like everything we’ve lost is just another story that people scroll past. But every now and then, kindness reminds us that we are not forgotten.

Today, we’ve reached $1,580 out of $90,000, and while it’s still a long way from what we need, it’s proof that people still care. That hope still exists.

I never thought I would be in a position where I had to ask for help just to survive. 25 members of my family are gone. Our home has been reduced to rubble. Every day is a fight—not just for survival, but to hold onto the smallest piece of dignity.

💔 No stability, no safety, no certainty. 💔 Evacuations, grief, and endless struggles. 💔 Dreams on hold, because survival comes first.

But through all of this, your kindness gives me strength.

Even if you can’t donate, just sharing this post helps us reach more people who might be able to. Your support—no matter how small—makes all the difference.

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Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

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Caitlyn is donating their hair to the Little Princess Trust, a charity that makes real-hair wigs for children and young people that have lost their hair to cancer.

However, it takes the charity £700 to make each wig, and so Caitlyn is also running a sponsorship campaign where you can donate money to reach their final goal for the charity.

It would make such a difference if you could donate even a little money, or share this post and the campaign with other people.

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“But shrimp!! Kill shelters are evil!!”

No, shut up, listen to me for a second.

“Kill shelter” is a colloquial term used primarily for Town/City (aka municipal) shelters that rely on incredibly limited government grant funding to operate.

These shelters, by the very nature of their existence, DO NOT HAVE the funds to operate like private rescues do.

On top of this, they’re also *legally required* to take in ANY animal that comes to them. Even if they’re full. Or they’ll lose all of their funding.

This is what leads them to needing to euthanize for space. Is euthanizing for space sad? Yes. But due to the current crisis, it’s also NECESSARY.

These shelters are constantly overfull. They’re STRUGGLING. They don’t have the funds to operate properly. And yet these municipal, government funded, struggling shelters are the same ones that are most likely to be providing care for owned animals in the community

Municipal (“kill”) shelters are the ones hosting low cost spay and neuter clinics. They’re the ones discounting vaccination appointments and microchipping. They’re the ones that have pet food banks so struggling pet owners can feed their pets that week.

These shelters are not evil. They’re doing the absolute best they can with the bare minimum funding they get.

These people are incredibly resourceful and care very deeply about the animals in their care. It breaks their heart every time they have to euthanize an animal that couldn’t get adopted.

These underfunded shelters need your money significantly more than that fancy private rescue you see on TikTok or instagram that has a beautiful facility and has never had to euthanize an animal ever.

Support your local shelters and they will give back to the community thousand fold.

the pop culture archetype of the Wicked Witch has deep roots in antisemitism stretching faaaar far back. there is a level of reclamation happening in casting idina menzel, a jewish woman, to play the Misunderstood and Maligned young girl who is branded as exactly that. and stage!Elphaba is also written and acted with jewish stereotypes in mind--she is loud, aggressive, no-nonsense, blunt. she is quick to advocate for herself and shut down the discrimination she faces. all of this is very intentional! her personality is abrasive from years of abuse, and that makes propagandizing her easy. this is literally the thesis statement of the musical--it's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed.

cynthia's performance of elphaba is fucking INSPIRED despite going in a completely different direction. she's much more reserved, analytical, one of her key character traits is how well she can read people (see her calling out Galinda as insecure/putting on airs in their first scene together, clocking that Fiyero is using his party guy persona as a shield for his own depression) elphaba's attempts to blend in and make herself smaller all fail simply because of her existence, if not that then because she feels empathy so strongly she often struggles to hold back from acting, protecting.

personality wise, though, cynthia's elphaba is very quiet and closed-off, not at all the bullet-to-the-face that she is in the stage show, and... she still gets propagandized and maligned. though this seems to contradict the other interpretation, it tells of the other end of the spectrum of propaganda, one that black women watching (and many, MANY other marginalized folks) are sure to identify with--it does not matter how "nice," how reserved, how small a black woman makes herself. a racist society will still scrutinize her every action for a way to parse ill intent from it, brand her as an angry black woman who is dangerous and wicked, and write off any humanity she has in the process.

these two very different interpretations tell of the lie of assimilation. the fact of the matter is, when you are marginalized, there is no way to sand down your edges enough to make the people oppressing you "accept" you. that is why wicked is a tragedy at its core. whether loud and aggressive or quiet and unimposing, there is nothing elphaba could have done to make the people of Oz see her as anything other than a scapegoat to blame all their problems on.