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The Arcadian Butterfly Collective

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fairuzfan

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

I'm not saying this just for morale. I'm saying this as a reminder that the colonialist regime relies on your despair, uses it to further their propaganda. Once you lose hope, and tell everyone you lose hope, you are aiding the Zionist Entity.

Make it a point that you BELIEVE that Palestine will be free even in the face of genocide. Hope can halt genocide. Do not aid our oppressors.

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m4rs-ex3

possible reasons for when i cannot sleep

  • jammed out too hard before bed
  • this bed ain't beddin
  • too low on the pillow
  • too high on the pillow
  • hair is on my neck
  • nothing good on in the fictional scenario department
  • dog chose the incorrect spot to sleep
  • hair is on my neck
  • thinking thoughts
  • the fact i might get up tomorrow
  • weighted blanket isn't enough i need a hydraulic press
  • HAIR IS ON MY NECK
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yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

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yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

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yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

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yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

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yknow there’s so much bad shit out there in the world and so much of it is aimed at people like me and i spend so much of my time trying to understand it and document it and make sense of it but sometimes. sometimes i hear someone singing a duet with their pre-t voice and the harmonies are breathtaking and i just want to open my bedroom window and scream to the cars driving by that I LOVE US I LOVE US GOD I FUCKING LOVE US

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Anonymous asked:

AITA for dropping really heavy news on my niece?

Ok, so hear me out. I (40s M) have a niece (16F) (not by blood) that my sister (late-20s F) was extremely close to. I say was because she passed away from pancreatic cancer three years ago. The thing is, my niece didn’t know. My sister thought it was best to tell her she was in America, because she thought the news would crush her and stop her from being passionate about music (music is the most important thing in most of our lives, outside of family).

Before she passed away, we held this huge event for her. The biggest event in town. It was legendary. Both my niece and one of her now teammates (16M) even got inspired to get real about music because of it. But now, these kids want to surpass that event. Even though it was a send-off for my sister. It just rubbed me the wrong way.

A few months ago, I was leaving to go on tour in America after spending a few months in Japan tutoring my niece’s singing partner and girlfriend (15F). I figured the lie had gone on long enough anyway, so I told them. I also told them that with the way they were going, they’d never surpass that event. But I was right! They wouldn’t!

My niece was, well, crushed. And her teammates were pissed. I guess I deserved that. But I figured they could use something to take their mind off of it and I challenged them to a singing battle. It’s not my fault I absolutely crushed them. They just weren’t in the right headspace.

Couple of weeks ago, my old teammate and my niece’s dad called me, yelling at me that what I did was awful and that I left him to pick up the pieces. I don’t think what I did was that bad, but I’m starting to think I messed up.

So. AITA here?

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joistired

my english prof boasted about being sooooo accessible and accommodating and accepting then handed out a syllabus that included:

- 4 absences = a fail in the class

- 3 tardys = an absence

- if you are more than 10 minutes late to class, you’re absent

- oh also class time starts 5 minutes before class starts

- if you have a written diagnosis for anything that would make you late you NEED to give it to her and it will be put in your file and you need PROOF!!!!! that your disability/sickness/whatever is what’s causing you to be late or absent!!!

- absolutely NO falling asleep in class

- absolutely NO phones or devices of any kind unless you have your own laptop to write on(but she prefers handwritten papers)

- absolutely NO recording of the class of ANY KIND. this includes video and voice recordings

- she goes home to a town an hour away after class ends so you can’t stay after class to finish or ask questions!!!!

- at least once every class there is a mandatory “brain exercise” which includes but is not limited to: walking around the building, running in place, jumping jacks, jumping in place, running down the sidewalk and back etc.

- she said “unless you have a written doctors note for why you can’t do this you MUST participate it will go into your grade as participation points”

- absolutely NO extra credit. there is only credit

- she also doesn’t accept late work at all!!! unless you have a WRITTEN DIAGNOSIS!!!!! and if you have an accommodation through the school. you MUST have both!!!!!

so basically she’s the LEAST accessible person on campus?

and we had to pick one topic to write about this entire semester and i chose disability advocacy and activism and that we can do in the medical world AND educational world to make things accessible to everybody who has any condition

i talked about how hard it is to get a diagnosis for some people(me) even for simple things because doctors and teachers and adults and PEOPLE never believe us to listen to us. then after class i told her i have a cane and chronic fatigue and chronic pain and heart issues etc and the only thing i’m diagnosed with is asthma and a heart murmur and i will not be participating in certain activities and i’m going to the school’s disability program and i WILL be getting accommodations without a single doctors note and if she has an issue then i will be dropping her class.

she said she likes my “fire” (whatever the fuck that means) and i’m the perfect person for her class.

and before y’all type and say “it’s just a college thing” and “welcome to real life”. bitch!! one of my professors noticed how tired i am and that i’ve been late like 6/8 classes and saw my cane and said “i don’t need to know your business, but if you need accommodations for ANYTHING talk to the disability program and they can help you with anything you need. if you need an advocate i will be there for you. school should be ACCESSIBLE”!!!! she’s going with me next week to ask if my professors can not mark me down for any tardiness or absences!!!!

so long story short: what the FUCK.

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Boycott Disney. Boycott McDonald's. Boycott Starbucks. "Oh but it won't work, it won't do anything" Yes it will. Boycotts have worked before and they will again. Think of the Montgomery bus boycotts. Think about American women boycotting imported British goods during the revolution.

Why do you think popular media is so quick to discount boycotts as ineffective? Could it possibly be because they work? Could it be because major corporations understand that they work and are scared? Could it be because boycotts have historically been utilized by marginalized groups to assert their views and fight for change within a conflict in which they have no power?

Do not have give in to the apathetic nihilism of "nothing I do matters, so why bother?" That is exactly what oppressors count on. Be critical of the media you consume. Ask questions. Look to history. Boycott.

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I hope every single member of tumblr @staff suffocates under the shame they will feel someday for mining a genocide for advertiser dollars, I hope every tumblr user who's ever given this site money rots from the realisation they gave money to a site that profits from supporting a genocide, and I hope every Zionist everywhere fucking dies.

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We absolutely understand that “hearing all the headmates at once,” can get super frustrating and overwhelming, but can we please talk about when the “silence,” is distressing too??

Like isn’t it SO upsetting too, when you “can’t find,” the people you KNOW are THERE!?

I think for us personally it’s one of those things in this brain where “silence,” has been rewritten in the lil signals as “danger,” and stuff like that, but also it’s like: where the hell are y’all?! I know you aren’t dormant so wtf??? XD;;;

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godtrauma

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.