Landers Never Stand Down. We Don't Know How.

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

actually id say that the falsely constructed idea of trans unity - that all trans people are some monolithic group who all agree with each other and are all equally oppressed and anyone who disagrees with that is an outsider trying to harm the trans hivemind - is FAR MORE DAMAGING to trans people as a whole than the basic understanding that intersectionality exists

trans people will never be unified. and thats fine. thats okay. name one oppressed group where all members perfectly agree with each other and never fight. ill wait.

you see so much in the UK that the people who are most motivated in the communist movement get driven away from marxist parties by regressive attitudes within them. the two most notable ML parties in the UK are virulently transphobic and politely transphobic in turn. a quicky growing Maoist party collapsed entirely the other year after suppressing complaints of racism (amongst other factors.) anecdotally, I've also heard from women who left an ML party after always being given cleanup duty after meetings and being subjected to other constant low level sexism

"The Hateful Image of You is a community building thing for us though." "We felt so safe in The Hateful Image of You it let us explore ourselves." "The Hateful Image of You inspired women to join imperialist government organizations." "Honestly I dont even care how you feel about The Hateful Image of You it doesn't matter that nobody acknowledges the affect it has on You." "I have personally helped facilitate dozens of productions of The Hateful Image of You its not amazing its just a movie."

all i'm hearing is that TME ppl are incapable of putting in the bare minimum effort that warner brothers did.

You cut off an important part.

queers who unironically hate on furries and kinksters are funny as hell. like awh what's that buddy? you base your moral judgements on your petty disgust rather than intrinsic harm? awh...

absolutely in love with the way that grace is able to see a glimpse of his future self in this scene

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear: