The Queer Vet

1. The focus on whether or not a pairing will become canon as a reason people should ship something or not.  Do you not understand what the “transformative” part of “transformative works” means?”

2. This idea that saying “I ship that” means “I think that, as presented in canon,this is a perfect, healthy relationship that everyone should model their relationship after.” 

Source

“Image Credit: Carol Rossetti

When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become. 

Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy. 

“It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities,” Rossetti told Mic via email. “It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be.”

Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet. 

“I see those situations I portray every day,” she wrote. “I lived some of them myself.”

Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!“ or ”Mujeres en español!“ which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.

One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.

It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.

“I can’t change the world by myself,” Rossetti said. “But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another.””

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LETS APPLAUD CAROL ROSSETTI EVERYONE

the fic: *happens the same way it did last time because it’s a fucking book like why tf would it have changed*

The sound of a sneeze makes Alec pause, his head perking up and listening for any other noise. When the apartment stays silent he goes back to stirring. He watches it carefully, not wanting it to burn. He refuses to be like Izzy who constantly burns soup when she tries cooking it. 

Alec carefully pours the soup into a bowl, grabbing a spoon and a glass of water as well. Then he throws some cough drops into his pocket before heading towards the living room. 

“Ugh,” Magnus groans, looking up at Alec with the most pitiful face. Alec’s chest does that funny little flip it only does around Magnus. “Where were you?” Magnus demands, his voice scratchy and raw. “I missed you!”

Alec smiles down at Magnus, setting the soup and water down before pulling the table closer to the couch. “I was only gone a few minutes,” Alec murmurs, sitting beside Magnus’ hip. He gently touches Magnus’ forehead, glad to feel the fever has gone down since this morning. 

“I know,” Magnus whines. “Far too long. If I had my way you’d never leave my side.”

Alec feels his cheeks heat up and he tries to push his feelings aside in order to properly take care of his best friend. It’s not Magnus’ fault Alec’s harboring some major feelings and takes things like this wrong. 

Alec helps Magnus sit up and Magnus groans in protest. “I’ll help you,” Alec murmurs, picking up the soup and carefully holding it between them. Then he takes a spoonful, pushing it towards Magnus’ lips. Magnus opens, sipping it carefully, his pretty brown eyes never leaving Alec. 

“Thank you,” Magnus whispers. 

“Always,” Alec says back, giving him another spoonful. 

Magnus’ hand stops Alec’s wrist and Alec finally meets Magnus’ eyes. “I’m serious. You don’t have to care for me like this.”

“You’d do the same.”

“I would. But that’s because I’m in love with you.”

They both freeze. Eventually, Alec gently sets the soup back down. He clears his throat. “You mean that uh, like a friend loves another friend?”

“Yes,” Magnus says and Alec’s heart sinks. A hand touches his chin, making him look up. “You’ll always be my best friend. But I love you as more than a friend as well. I love you love you.”

“Oh,” Alec breathes. “Okay. Umm. In case it wasn’t obvious I uh, I love you love you, too.”

“I’d really like to kiss you right now but I think that’ll have to wait until I’m feeling a little better,” Magnus says with a grin, looking more alive and well than he has in days. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” Alec tells him, his cheeks hurting from how wide he’s smiling. Picking up the soup again, he continues to help Magnus eat as much as he can before his lids are falling slack, his body looking heavy. “Go to sleep,” Alec whispers. 

Things this article has taught me:

This same order of adjectives more or less applies to languages around the world.  “It’s possible that these elements of universal grammar clarify our thought in some way,” says Barbara Partee, a professor emeritus of linguistics and philosophy at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst. Yet when the human race tacitly decided that shape words go before color words go before origin words, it left no record of its rationale.

One theory is that the more specific term always falls closer to the noun. But that doesn’t explain everything in adjective order.

Another theory is that as you get closer to the noun, you encounter adjectives that denote more innate properties. In general, nouns pick out the type of thing we’re talking about, and adjectives describe it,” Partee told me. She observes that the modifiers most likely to sit right next to nouns are the ones most inclined to serve as nouns in different contexts: Rubber duck. Stone wall.

Rules are made to be broken. Switching up the order of adjectives allows you to redistribute emphasis. (If you wish to buy the black small purse, not the gray one, for instance, you can communicate your priorities by placing color before size).  Scrambling the order of adjectives also helps authors achieve a sense of spontaneity, of improvising as they go. Wolfe discovers such a rhythm, a feeling-his-way quality, when he discusses his childhood recollection of “brown tired autumn earth” and a “flat moist plug of apple tobacco.”

Brain scans have discovered that your brain has to work harder to read adjectives in the “wrong” order.

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