I need another ship like the ocean needs salt, but these two … I can’t help myself. Thank you for being wonderful enablers encouragement, @alchemistc@seethelovelyintheworld@kliomuse & @nfbagelperson . Not beta’d because I haven’t written in forever, so it’s post or delete this whole dumpster fire.
She isn’t exactly surprised to find Jon Snow outside her door, his firm knock a poorly veiled cover for the uncertainty gracing his finely wrought features bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. But that’s been the puzzle of him all along, hasn’t it? This King of the North, with all of his father’s loyalty and honor, softness in his eyes that belies his often harsh words.
He is not a politician. He speaks plainly. Oh, how she wanted to laugh sitting on the hard stone of Dragonstone’s throne when he hadn’t given a damn about any of her titles or the imposing gloom of the place – when he hadn’t paused to consider all the terrible things she might visit upon him for speaking to her as he had.
Demanding things. Refusing, respectfully, your Grace, to bend the knee.
Except he had, eventually. First after nearly dying, after making her watch as he nearly died being brave and idiotic, and then again in King’s Landing, his bloody stupid honor nearly ruining everything. She’d wanted to murder him as much as she’d wanted things she really had no business wanting.
After all, when has a romantic entanglement ever done her any good? Her husband died. Jorah fell in love with her and nearly died trying to prove himself. Daario had been more trouble than he was worth, and in the end she’d felt nothing as she’d sailed away from him.
Daenerys Stormborn doesn’t have time for Jon Snow – doesn’t have time for the distraction, the political complication, the potential of him burrowing into her already fractured and clumsily patched heart.
She is the dragon. She doesn’t concern herself with wolves.
I get it, we want to think that Trump, Pence, and the West Wing cohort, along with Ryan, McConnell, and all the other scum-sucking toads trying to kill us and destabilize geopolitical Everything, are either savvy enough to have a strategy, or clownish enough that they have no strategy at all, and therefore, every time there’s something big (Healthcare, Russia,) we want to think that Trump shitstirs on Twitter like a toddler on a triple red-eye as some kind of bumbling sleight of hand, or Machiavellian whatever.
That’s not how it works.
Did you know that the House introduced over 800 pieces of legislation in the first weeks after the Inauguration? I believe the Senate was going at a pretty good clip as well, but that’s a different process. The House was mainly concerned with destroying reproductive rights, as is their way.
Why didn’t you know that? Ah, yes, Trump. The walking, talking, distraction.
Or, maybe, just maybe, NONE OF IT IS A DISTRACTION. We’ve been couped, and who knew what and when they knew it, is also a distraction from the fact that we have been couped bloodlessly (for now,) by the most venal, mealymouthed, and mortifying group of conspirators we could have imagined. But, none of it is a distraction. They’re trying to bring down the US govt and sell it for parts so they can profit, while stripping civil rights for shits n giggles, while whipping up the rabid dog of the future American SS with dogwhistles and memes, while draining the treasury via the most transparent scams we’ve ever seen, while peddling influence for fun and profit, while…while…while…
It’s all awful. It’s all the time. And not one single thing is a distraction. They don’t need a distraction. They have all the power. Not just federally, they hold the balance of power at the state level, too.
They are playing Jenga with the very structure of our Democracy, aren’t averse to starting an outright civil war if needed, and laid out a pretty clear game plan on the campaign trail, but in the meantime, as Trump tweets and the world shifts on its axis, what he’s doing, narcissistic bullshit and petty cruelties aren’t a distraction, they’re a trail of bread crumbs for his cult of personality and simultaneously serve to escalate the cycle of hate, and they are demoralizing to those of us being targeted.
But when you call manipulation in an arc of gradually suppressing a Free Press, instituting travel bans, The Wall, the insults to Hillary and therefore women, the inability to even perform concern about citizens in disasters, the assaults on Transgender servicemembers, the racism of dogwhistling about Chicago, when you call ANY OF THAT a distraction, you’re missing the point entirely.
It’s a playbook. We’ve seen it over and over and over again. This is what authoritarian, fascist, government looks like. He is a raging buffoon, but by attacking in random fashion, he’s not engaging in sleight of hand, he’s carpet bombing us.
If you think it’s a distraction, he wins, because you are prioritizing the threats of your own volition. Which means you are making a judgment about whose lives are worth your attention. Bannon, Putin, Pence, Ryan, McConnell… they’ll exploit that.
Just as they’ll exploit our reluctance to fight tooth and nail without the niceties of realpolitik (which, I’ll point out, Trump himself FAILS AT,) they’ll exploit what we decide we care about LESS.
That’s how they’ve won, all along. Nobody took Trump seriously, so nobody held him accountable for the constant lies, the violent rhetoric, the lack of a plan, the encouraging of thuggery at his rallies. Nobody thought our democracy was so fragile we’d elect an incompetent hack willingly, let alone that we were so vulnerable to a soft coup via bot farms and hackers.
He said, “Camps,” and, “Registration,” and, “Religious tests,” and nobody thought he meant it. The US Dept of Citizenship and Integration is now the department of Citizenship and Assimilation. He turned a Boy Scout Jamboree into a sleazy and terrifying Hitler Youth rally.
It’s not distraction. It’s setting up the dominoes and watching them fall.
Genocide via bureaucracy, is still genocide. Eugenics via bureaucracy, is still eugenics. White Nationalism, oligarchy, kleptocratic violent fascism via long cons and a slow asphyxiation of our liberties, is still a Reich by any other name.
It’s sloppy and patchwork, but if you look at the progression of any fascist regime, he’s tracking with the timelines.
And if you keep calling people’s lives a distraction, because they are other, because they’re not you, when they come for you, there will be no one left to speak for you.
ETA: (the second one I’ve had to write on posts in less than 24 hours, mind.) The Department of Justice just asserted that Title VII protections in schools and workplaces, no longer apply to discrimination on the basis of orientation.
Every Queer Person in the US, just got told to stay or go back in the closet, or be at risk.
[warning for old-school trans terminology and rhetoric, transmisogyny, slurs, and mentions of violence and rape]
this is the article roycevomit discovered; i managed to track it down in the local university library and use their scanner. bear with me, the text is a little long, but it’s also very interesting and at times a little too close to home. obviously i don’t agree with everything it says, but i think it’s an important part of our history.
Beyond Two-Genderism Notes of a Radical Transsexual by Margo published in The Second Wave Vol 2.4 (1972)
Over the past few years, both the feminist and gay movements have been challenging some basic assumptions about human sexual identity and expression. There is a growing group of people who refuse to see women as inferior to men, and who also refuse to see love between people of the same sex as inferior or less “moral” than love between people of different sexes. More and more questions are being asked about sex roles and relationships, ranging from why there is not equal pay for equal work to why a fulfilling sexual experience cannot involve less or more than two people. In brief, the feminist movement has challenged male chauvinism, and the gay movement has challenged heterosexual chauvinism. Of course, these are not separate issues. As one who views herself as a feminist bisexual woman, I think and feel them to be very intimately related indeed.
Two-Genderism: Unfinished Business
However, if I am to find a life as a full human being, I must challenge yet a third aspect of sexism which has not yet been challenged, at least not on a large scale. I call this aspect two-genderism, a rather clumsy term upon which I hope someone will improve.
Two-genderism can be summed up in the following assumptions: (1) human beings are divided into two distinct and mutually exclusive biological pigeonholes, male and female, (2) human beings are divided into two distinct and mutually exclusive psychological and social pigeonholes, men and women; (3) biological sex, subjective identity, and social assignment always coincide, and (4) none of these facts can change as a person grows and develops.
Perhaps these assumptions become clearer when we see exactly who gets hurt by them. While it is true that everyone is affected to some extent, and that without these assumptions it would be much harder to maintain or justify a sexist society, still there are two overlapping groups that are particularly damaged by two-genderism. First, there are intersexuals, people who combine some elements of both sexes in their bodies. Secondly, there are transsexuals, people who develop gender identities which are preponderantly opposite to the ones which society demands.
Most transsexuals have perfectly “normal” female or male bodies, as the case may be. Most intersexuals tend to adopt whatever sex they are reared to be, no matter how confusing from a two-sex viewpoint their biological condition is. And there are some people who combine aspects of both these groups. I am one of them.
A Personal Account
As I have learned from the feminist and gay movements, theory is not enough. Now women are beginning to feel free to discuss their rapes without shame or euphemism, and gay people openly discuss the joys and terrors of coming out. In the same way, I feel that an account of my past may give a better picture of what two-genderism means.
I am a genitally male person who has wanted to be female since about the age of four and a half. I have some female breast development and gonads which produce virtually no sperm for a reason which has not yet been medically determined. At present, I am taking female hormones and look forward to eventual sex reassignment surgery to make me as biologically female as possible. At the same time, I must admit that 21 years of living as a male, however unrelished a role it has been, has made my sense of femaleness different than it is for someone born into that status.
Rather than write an autobiographical case history, I would like to relate moments which may give a better feeling of what my transsexuality has meant in my life. My technique is borrowed directly from an article entitled “Barbaric Rituals,” which is in Sisterhood is Powerful.
Excerpts From A Diary
I am walking around in male clothing, and a child refers to me as a “funny-looking lady." Teenagers ask me if I am a boy or a girl. I am not sure if they are affirming my female identity or merely considering me as a hippy. I think of many replies, respond with silence, and walk on.
In a crowd watching a building a building demolition (do I see the bring-down of a sixteen-story building as symbolic transsexuality?), being asked by some teenage boys if I use silicone, and being warned by a hardhat not to lift my sweatshirt lest I be "lewd and luscious." Being told by one boy that I would probably be busted for "impersonating a chick” even though I am in male attire.
Being told by a feminist friend that I am masculine in being more idea-oriented than people-oriented, and wondering when people would ever give me a chance to be my real self to them.
Openly cross-dressing, wearing women’s clothing to a university campus, and being correctly associated with the gay movement but incorrectly identified as a male homosexual rather than as what I consider myself, a female bisexual.
Being called a faggot by some fraternity types at school. The humor was that a faggot is the derogatory term for a male who enjoys sleeping with males, while I was and am in a situation where I can go to bed only with myself.
Finding some genuine beauty and humanness in my own subjectively female sexuality, in spite of all the confusion and ambivalence, but being unable to express a shadow of it to anyone else.
Talking to a friendly gay male who tells me, “I’m a very tolerant faggot, but I can’t understand you. You’ve gone three steps beyond me and another two in reverse.”
Talking to a gay sister who can understand me as a “cross-gender Lesbian” but cannot understand why I find myself talking in a very different tone of voice, an affirmation of my emerging identity.
Being excluded from feminist groups because of my genitals and required male social role, and being excluded from male society because of almost everything else.
Talking with some genuinely kind organizers of a women’s center at my undergraduate school who has tried to comfort me by telling me that what with nonsexist child rearing I should have company in fifteen or twenty years.
After a demonstration against fraternity prostitution, going to a local newspaper and saying “Women’s liberation frees men too,” rather than, “I am what i feel, a woman who supports both her sisters and her brothers in ending dehumanization.”
Going to a campus meeting for a feminist organization where it is proposed to hold a women’s party, hearing that there can also be a men’s party, and realizing that I can fit into neither; going outside and having a good cry.
Having a radical male friend question whether my transsexuality is a personal distraction from “worthwhile” political work because “how many transsexuals are there, anyway?”
Leaving early from a radical literature distribution meeting and hearing that I had missed an excellent discussion of the unity of the personal and the political. Later the same night being asked, at a party of the same people, not to discuss my intersexuality since I might be overheard. Knowing that natural-born women could discuss birth control or abortion at this party without fear.
Telling myself that I am where a female was in 1950 or a gay person in 1960. Then thinking about a woman or gay person raped, murdered, or driven to suicide, and feeling guilty fro playing the game of “more oppressed than thou.”
Reading about a woman’s project in Vietnam, and getting my priorities straight by hoping that the war will be over before I will be eligible to join.
Wondering if I will ever be able to pass as a female, and deciding that if not, I would rather live in a body and wear clothes that I can enjoy, even if it is on a desert island.
Reading feminist literature which claims that “men sure of their masculinity support equality” and gay literature which says that those who cross-identify or cross-dress are expressing masochism, are a small minority of the upright homophile world, and should not make you doubt that “you can be gay and normal too." As a Lesbian who considers female transsexuals her sisters, experiencing the special pain of seeing these people apologized for and put down.
Arranging for hormone tests, and wondering what they can really prove. Realizing that to learn I "really” have breasts, that I “really” am partly female, would make me feel much more legitimate.
Enjoying medieval music, which has scales in between major and minor. Reflecting that even in classical music you are permitted to modulate, to change key.
This article is intended neither as a scholarly discussion of transsexual and intersexual states nor as a blueprint for ideal societies. There are a number of articles now available on transsexuals and intersexuals, although many have a sexist bias. As far as utopias are concerned, many anti-sexist people have shown a great interest in writing about androgynous societies yet small tolerance for actual androgynous people. I can, however, make some suggestions to both the feminist and gay movements.
To The Feminist Movement:
1. Do not assume that people who are confident about their sexual identities are for equality. many people are either confident sexists or unsure people who question the old givens. It is also an insult to all who do not fit the stereotype of a confident person of any sex.
2. Understand that because of psychological and social pressures many transsexuals seek extreme versions of their desired sex roles. Feminism can best reach these people by example and by understanding the uncertainty which sex identity shift can bring and which extreme role-playing can mark.
3. In writing, recognize that there are intersexuals and transsexuals who may be trapped in a no-person’s-land and who need solidarity from anti-sexist people. Literature which insists that there are only women and men is conspiring unconsciously with sexist forces to crush those in between.
4. In exclusively female groups, redefine what it means to be female so that male transsexuals may have at least partial membership before surgery. It is just at this transitional point, when the transsexual is beginning to live in her new identity, that communication with wher sisters may be important in shaping her life-style and in getting a wider perspective on what it means to be a woman.
5. Become involved in current gender research and treatment programs so that the feminist view may be represented.
To The Gay Movement:
1. Do not put down transsexuals, intersexuals, or other unusual people (e.g., transvestites) for apologize or express condescending pity for them.
2. Explain that gay people are those who wish to love a member of their own sex, while transsexuals wish to change sex. This is the difference between sexual preference and gender identity, and it should be known in order to confront the confusion and needless conflict between transsexuals and gay people.
3. Recognize that some female transsexuals will have male homosexual feelings and some male transsexuals will have female homosexual feelings. Such people should be welcomed to their respective groups.
Although transsexuals and intersexuals can organize themselves, they cannot make progress without help since they are such a small minority. Recognizing the problems of intermediate people would be a humane step for anti-sexist groups and a move toward a freer view of sex and gender for everyone. It would help bring to an end the two-genderism which is being challenged in genetic research but not yet in social reality.
I should say something about my obligations as a transsexual to the larger movement. First of all, I feel committed to such issues as child-care and abortion, even though I shall never be able to bear or father a child. I shall always try to be sensitive to the ways in which I have profited by male status, however much I have lost emotionally: for school and job simply being male was an automatic bonus. Of course, I will be renouncing this status, but I cannot renounce the very unjust benefits I have received and which are now unerasable history. I shall join with the Lesbian movement, while as a bisexual female I shall try to have the strict dichotomy between gay and straight removed (as Kate Millett has tried to do). My main feeling is that I want to love human beings; sex and gender should not be determining factors. At the same time, I do not put down those who happen to prefer one sex or the other. It is a question of taste, becoming a problem when one taste is almost forced and another is repressed.
White Privilege is telling black people, with a straight face, that black people desperately wanting our lives to matter and to stop getting murdered in the streets is a distraction and a *political liability*
And having this trash ass opinion published
Anti-blackness is the one thing white conservatism and white liberalism has in common.
Gang- I know that Trump’s comments are inflammatory and horrible, and they very definitely deserve pushback. But. There is a process they have to go through to turn tweets into laws, and they are very definitely doing this as a distraction from the attempts at healthcare repeal. Further, today they officially took away the policy wherein managers get overtime rather than being capped at 24k a year and all the hours they can squeeze out of you without hiring or promoting another manager. Had this policy remained in place, it would have been a boost to the economy and to hiring all over the US. And meanwhile in the background, we’re still gathering all of the bits of information to nail him, his VP, his family, and most of the top Republican party to the wall for high treason.
I’m not in any way saying privilege one thing over another. I’m saying we need to multitask, because 45 is doing multiple horrible things, and he is using some of them as a distraction from others.
I was going through all my unfinished and rejected text files (there’s… quite a few). So, instead of leaving them to collect dust on my computer, I decided hey, why the hell not. Think of these as the roughest of rough doodles. Doodles that might be missing hands. Or are all drawn in side-profile. Most of these are NOT finished.
This one is actually finished!
FOOL ME ONCE
Pale skin, scruffy clothes, blue eyes. Human. Your eyes catch and stumble, but he’s already lost in the busy throng of the market. There’s no reason for you to come to a complete stop, but you do, skimming the crowd.
Gone. A beefy rustblood nearly knocks into you into a cart with de-spined slimeslugs. “Walk much?” she sneers.
You bare your fangs on reflex. It’s merely the usual polite half-distracted scorn twaddle, because she moves on and you turn toward the cart.
“Wow, what was her problem huh?”
You start, look to your left and there he is. All elbows and knees, hair like a bird’s nest, sly smiling. There’s no way you’re not noticing that half translucent skin, the blue-not-blue running in clears streaks like fucking targets. With effort, you drag your eyes up to his face. He grins wider.
Smooth, Karkat, you groan inwardly.
“You don’t look from around here,” he says, winking.
I want to create an oc blog where I can rp as my oc, but idk how to go about it. I can't draw to save my life & I feel like my writing is sub-par. Any tips?
Hm, I can’t genuinely say anything about your writing and drawing skills since I can’t actually see your work, but I will say that in my experience, people can be just as drawn to characters by the author’s attitude/enthusiasm as much as they are drawn to how well written/beautifully depicted they are. Plus, great characterization sometimes transcends aesthetics, so don’t worry too much about that. I don’t have an OC rp blog myself, but from snooping around some of y’all’s blogs (yes, I do check out your blogs >:) ), I came up with a few basic tips for starting an rp blog:
You might start out just talking to yourself, and that’s just fine. Every blog starts out with 0 followers. Give yourself and your OC time to adjust to this new environment
Try posting a character profile. You don’t necessarily have to give away all of your OC’s secrets, but maybe hinting at certain traits will encourage other rp-ers to try to dig up a ~hidden past~. Or this could just be a good reference sheet for you (rp OCs can get quite complex)
Do some writing and art prompts to give yourself and others a feel for your OC’s personality (or just do them for fun!)
Get to know how your OC speaks. Are they crass? Polite? Easily distracted? Do they stutter or have any other verbal tics? Whatever you choose, be sure to make it consistent
Let your OC grow. The traits that you originally gave them don’t have to be set in stone. One cool thing about rp-ing OCs is that you can watch their character development happen naturally and in real time.
Talk to other rp-ers! There are seriously so many great rp blogs; just search em up on the good ol tumble. Though I will say to proceed with caution if you’re a minor. If you’re a minor (or if you simply just don’t want nsfw content), please make sure you check the blog first before contacting them (or if they contact you first, check before you reply). This is super important. If you feel uncomfortable at any time during the exchange, there is no shame in leaving the conversation or even blocking the rp-er.
Finally, be clear about what you are or are not comfortable rp-ing. This could take the form of a trigger warning page, a rules page, a list in your description, or even just telling the other person upfront about what you’re willing to do. Likewise, please respect your fellow rp-er’s boundaries.
Once again, this is all from my very minimal knowledge of rp culture. If any of y’all have any other tips, please share!
i saw it was @kixboxer‘s birthday when i got home from work today??? is that right??? and also that you wanted more howl’s moving castle AUs?? anyway, here is a gift
Victor puts a new color on the dial when they move house. Before the door was divided red, yellow, black and green, but now there’s a blue triangle as well. Yuuri isn’t going to ask about it, but when Yurio and Lilia are distracted with dinner and by Christophe begging for their scraps from the mantel, Victor pulls him away.
“Is everything okay?” Yuuri asks, Victor tugging him along by the hand. Yuuri hates it when he does so, drawing attention to how knobbed and crooked his fingers are now, the liver spots on his wrinkled skin, but he allows it if it seems urgent.
“Yes, of course,” Victor says, turning to him with a smile on his face. He gives Yuuri a squeeze when they get to the front door, and the arrow tick tick ticks to blue. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Yuuri looks at him cautiously, adjusting his tortoise shell glasses once before giving the door a gentle push. It opens to a flurry of cold, icy wind, snow whirling in around their ankles. The last time Yuuri had looked outside, it had been a balmy summer evening. Wherever this is, it is far, far away, much darker, much colder. Yuuri almost doesn’t notice as Victor unclasps his cape and wraps it around Yuuri’s shoulders, barely stops himself from reaching up to grab Victor’s hand again where it rests on his shoulder.
“Where is this?” he asks, taking a brave step forward. Victor is right behind him in nothing but a blousy top and the equestrian trousers he wears more for fashion than function. He doesn’t seem bothered by the cold at all, and the red flush that gathers at the tip of his nose, the shells of his ears is nothing but endearing.
“It’s where I grew up,” Victor replies. Outside they’re surrounded by tall, incredibly old pine trees taller than most of the buildings in Hasetsu, branches heavy with snow and glowing in the moonlight that peaks over the tops. Angry wind snakes its way through the pines, blowing at the cape around Yuuri’s shoulders, making the icicles overhead tinkle together. “C’mon.”
Victor keeps hold of his shoulders, presumably to keep the cape from flying away, even though Yuuri could very well clasp it. Yuuri doesn’t mind, secretly savoring Victor’s warmth that comes through the fabric somehow, magic maybe. They come into a clearing and before them is a frozen lake, and on the other side is a brick cottage. There is already a light on in the window, an inviting puff of smoke from the chimney. Overhead, the sky is clear.
“I don’t know what to say,” Yuuri says. His eyes suddenly hurt behind his glasses, and he pushes them up to take in everything a little more clearly. Who lives in that cottage? he wants to ask. Have there always been so many stars in the sky as there are here?
“Say you like it,” Victor says. “Please.”
“I love it,” Yuuri admits. “Why?”
“It’s yours if you want it,” Victor says. He’s brushing past Yuuri now and stepping onto the ice, enchanting his boots with blades. It’s like the first day they met, before Yuuri was cursed with an old man’s body and Victor had shown him how to skate across the frozen lake back in Hasetsu to escape the Grand Wizard Yakov’s goons. Victor had kissed his hand when they reached the opposite side of the shore where a small festival was happening and told him he had skated beautifully before disappearing into the crowds.
“I do,” Yuuri says, but something eats away at him. It’s too perfect. Victor reaches out for him on the ice like he’s still the young man he was when they first met like he remembers too, with a flirtatious veneer meant for someone more desirable than he is now.
“Then let me show you the cottage,” Victor says, bowing before him. His smile is even more radiant in the moonlight, head of hair like a halo collecting dew at the crown. It’s the same smile he uses to be polite, to distract others from his lies or lack of manners.
“No,” Yuuri says. The cottage looks too inviting, too warm. “You’re up to something. It feels like you’re showing me my inheritance in your will.”
Victor frowns, and it’s devastating how he doesn’t look any less handsome when he does so. “Yuuri, I’m just trying to make you comfortable.”
“For when?” Besides the wind, the forest is very quiet with so much snow. Yuuri’s shout comes out fiercer than intended. “For when you leave again? For good this time? You’re going to get yourself killed, and I, I know I can help you.”
“Yuuri,” Victor says again, wilting. “I don’t know what you want from me. A kiss, maybe?”
“No!” Yuuri says again, hands clenched at his sides, wrinkled, crooked, thin skinned. “Just let me help! Even if all I’m good for is cleaning and cooking and pretending to be your grandfather to get you out of trouble, even if I’m not beautiful–”
“You are beautiful,” Victor says with such conviction, like he means it. Yuuri sniffs, reaching for the glasses perched on top of his head.
“I’m getting cold,” he replies dismissively. He wants to go back to the castle, with Yurio and Lillia and bask in Christophe’s warmth and Victor’s smile, the real one, the sleepy one late at night as he bores Yurio and thrills Yuuri with stories of his adventures, the soft one when he takes the first bite of Yuuri’s pork cutlet bowls. The nice thing about getting old, he thinks, is that he doesn’t have much to lose anymore.
Historically the media have proven highly efficient to mold public opinion. Thanks to the media paraphernalia and propaganda, have been created or destroyed social movements, justified wars, tempered financial crisis, spurred on some other ideological currents, and even given the phenomenon of media as producers of reality within the collective psyche. But how to detect the most common strategies for understanding these psychosocial tools which, surely, we participate? Encourage stupidity, promote a sense of guilt, promote distraction, or construct artificial problems and then magically, solve them, are just some of these tactics.
1. The strategy of distraction
The primary element of social control is the strategy of distraction which is to divert public attention from important issues and changes determined by the political and economic elites, by the technique of flood or flooding continuous distractions and insignificant information. distraction strategy is also essential to prevent the public interest in the essential knowledge in the area of the science, economics, psychology, neurobiology and cybernetics. “Maintaining public attention diverted away from the real social problems, captivated by matters of no real importance. Keep the public busy, busy, busy, no time to think, back to farm and other animals (quote from text Silent Weapons for Quiet War ).”
2. Create problems, then offer solutions
This method is also called “problem -reaction- solution. “It creates a problem, a “situation” referred to cause some reaction in the audience, so this is the principal of the steps that you want to accept. For example: let it unfold and intensify urban violence, or arrange for bloody attacks in order that the public is the applicant‟s security laws and policies to the detriment of freedom. Or: create an economic crisis to accept as a necessary evil retreat of social rights and the dismantling of public services.
3. Self-blame Strengthen
To let individual blame for their misfortune, because of the failure of their intelligence, their abilities, or their efforts. So, instead of rebelling against the economic system, the individual autodesvalida and guilt, which creates a depression, one of whose effects is to inhibit its action. And, without action, there is no revolution!
4. The gradual strategy
acceptance to an unacceptable degree, just apply it gradually, dropper, for consecutive years. That is how they radically new socioeconomic conditions ( neoliberalism ) were imposed during the 1980s and 1990s: the minimal state, privatization, precariousness, flexibility, massive unemployment, wages, and do not guarantee a decent income, so many changes that have brought about a revolution if they had been applied once.
5. The strategy of deferring
Another way to accept an unpopular decision is to present it as “painful and necessary”, gaining public acceptance, at the time for future application. It is easier to accept that a future sacrifice of immediate slaughter. First, because the effort is not used immediately. Then, because the public, masses, is always the tendency to expect naively that “everything will be better tomorrow” and that the sacrifice required may be avoided. This gives the public more time to get used to the idea of change and accept it with resignation when the time comes.
6. Keep the public in ignorance and mediocrity
Making the public incapable of understanding the technologies and methods used to control and enslavement. “The quality of education given to the lower social classes must be the poor and mediocre as possible so that the gap of ignorance it plans among the lower classes and upper classes is and remains impossible to attain for the lower classes (See „ Silent Weapons for Quiet War).”
7. Go to the public as a little child
Most of the advertising to the general public uses speech, argument, people and particularly children‟s intonation, often close to the weakness, as if the viewer were a little child or a mentally deficient. The harder one tries to deceive the viewer look, the more it tends to adopt a tone infantilising. Why? “If one goes to a person as if she had the age of 12 years or less, then, because of suggestion, she tends with a certain probability that a response or reaction also devoid of a critical sense as a person 12 years or younger (see Silent Weapons for Quiet War ).”
8. Getting to know the individuals better than they know themselves
Over the past 50 years, advances of accelerated science has generated a growing gap between public knowledge and those owned and operated by dominant elites. Thanks to biology, neurobiology and applied psychology, the “system” has enjoyed a sophisticated understanding of human beings, both physically and psychologically. The system has gotten better acquainted with the common man more than he knows himself. This means that, in most cases, the system exerts greater control and great power over individuals, greater than that of individuals about themselves.
9. Use the emotional side more than the reflection
Making use of the emotional aspect is a classic technique for causing a short circuit on rational analysis , and finally to the critical sense of the individual. Furthermore, the use of emotional register to open the door to the unconscious for implantation or grafting ideas , desires, fears and anxieties , compulsions, or induce behaviors …
10. To encourage the public to be complacent with mediocrity
Promote the public to believe that the fact is fashionable to be stupid, vulgar and uneducated…
Hi all! My little® one and I wanted to wave hi 👋 and give a little update in response to the kind DMs and anons who have asked after us. Things are going quite well in life and in the pregnancy. If all goes well, this summer my little man will get a baby brother! 😊
The pic’s actually a bit old, as we haven’t had our formal ultrasound. But this is what happens when you leave a pregnant woman alone in an office with an ultrasound machine!
My apologies that I haven’t been around much lately. My Tumblr absence is due to a few factors, most of which have to do with real life (work being especially busy), but also because Outlander fanfic, both the reading and writing of it, has always been entertainment for me. And when other things are more entertaining (or, in the case of American politics, unfortunately distracting), it gets pushed to the wayside. I have sporadically been working on the next chapter of Another Life, as I hate to leave it unfinished, but make no promises as to when it’ll be posted.
But as a little attempt to make myself focus again, here’s a little excerpt…
“Tell me about the stars, Sassenach.” Jamie’s voice was gentle and low, and he was looking at me, not at the stars slowly spinning above. The light from the moon lit his eyes, which were the clearest shade of blue I had ever seen, even in the dark. It was a clear night, and a beautiful one. After the sun set, a chill rose from the ground, making the air crisp and fresh. We lay in the grass together, and we took the lowering temperatures as an excuse to huddle close together. The wind stirred my hair, and he reached out to tuck a curl behind my ear.
“The stars? What do you want to know about the stars?”
“I remember, or rather, I wrote down something ye told me once.” He patted the sheaf of papers he had tucked back into his sporran. “‘Twas about how far away they are. But I dinna understand what I wrote. I was rushing, ken. Trying to pen all of it before I forgot anything more. I… I could feel myself losing ye, and I couldna bear it.”
The grief in his voice was thick, and it matched my own loss. Yet I had not had his foresight and had allowed my memories of him to slip away. I was distracted enough during the day with my duties as Lallybroch’s new healer and herb-mistress that I pushed aside my confusion. But at night, lying in the lonely room Jenny had lent me, I knew I was losing him, even as the days passed, and I no longer knew whom I had lost. Yet somehow, he was just inches away. I closed the gap between us by placing my hand on his where it lay on his sporran. He made a low, happy sound in his throat and opened his other arm to me, so I lay my head into the crook of his shoulder and looked up at the constellations. It felt as natural as breathing. “Well, it takes thousands of years for the light of the stars to reach us. Light travels fast, very fast, but the stars are just that far away. They’re suns, you see, like ours. Some much bigger, others smaller, at unimaginable distances. Some even died and burned out long ago, though the light they threw only reaches us now. So looking at the stars, we’re looking back in time.”
“Mmm.” His voice was a rumble. I felt it in his chest more than I heard him. “You would know, would ye no’? My lass lost in time.”
I turned my head so that I could hear his heartbeat, steady and slow, and answered, “Found, I think. Not lost, not now that I’m here with you.”
He was thinking of the irony of friendship–so strong it is, and so fragile. We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream. Nature has no use for us: she has cut her stuff differently. Dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers, these are what she wants, and if we are friends it must be in our spare time. Abram and Sarai were sorrowful, yet their seed became as sand of the sea, and distracts the politics of Europe at this moment. But a few verses of poetry is all that survives of David and Jonathan.
Inspired by the discussion on @halekingsourwolf ‘s blog about Teen Wolf timelines, I got kiiiinda into figuring out when exactly the Hale fire might have been set.
So yeah, Teen wolf wiki has Deuc being blinded in fall of ‘03, right after Derek turns 15, Jennifer happening in spring of ‘04, and then Kate and the death of the Hales happening in January of ‘05 (referencing the webisode that suggests it went down during the Wolf moon, which was Jan 25 in ‘05, claiming that born wolves have massive reunions/celebrations for that full moon every year, thus explaining why everyone was together), right after Derek turns sixteen… so it would have been just over six years since all that, when S1 starts.
But Peter’s comment is just that Derek was a Sophomore, and 15. While there are always exceptions, most folks I knew in California school systems, if they had a fall birthday, turned fifteen during their Freshman year. So I posit the timeline: Derek is 15 at the beginning of his Sophomore year, ‘03, when He and Paige start up. The shit with Deuc and the alphas and Paige’s death happens that fall, Derek has the shittiest sixteenth birthday, and Kate starts preying on him while he is exceptionally vulnerable that next semester (there’s probably some bullying/blowback/ostracization from his peers to deal with, if only because of his changed behavior, let alone any connections anyone has drawn to Paige’s disappearance and death, not to mention his mother’s distraction with pack politics and hunters, and him having gone from top-of-the-world to fuck-all self-esteem wise… plus, y’know, crushing grief and guilt). Kali attacks Jennifer that spring (2004), Talia is even more preoccupies there, and Kate makes her move sometime before the end of the semester, since Derek and Laura were presumably at a school function/practice/etc instead of home when the fire happened. This also Lets Derek and Laura be two years apart in school if she’s a senior, which I like better. Also lets her graduate (although, what a shit-show that probably was. Holy shit). And then it’s a full seven-years-and-a-summer before they come back and S1 starts (which would make him 23 when we meet him, instead of 22) (or, if you prefer, move all the years up one, duec attacked in 04, jennifer dies in 05, shorter time Derek and Laura were gone… or make Derek younger, make Paige happen his freshman year when he is 14/15, and Kate happen either that spring/summer he’s 15 or during his sophmore year, maybe, at 15/16).
This ignores the webisode/Wolf moon breadcrumb, which attempted to explain why all the Hales were gathered together, but unless it was, like, a lunar eclipse, which it was not, why would they have been inside the house, instead of out running with the moon? I would expect a moon celebration to involve, y’know, being under the moon.
I would argue that there doesn’t need to be a reason that they were gathered, at least, not beyond the fact that there were lots of dangerous things happening in the territory at that time. Maybe it was just a meeting to deal with that. Maybe it was a pretty regular occurrence, during times of strife like that, and so it was predictable. Hell, maybe they were in the house planning something for Laura’s graduation??? This is also suggesting that they didn’t all live there???
However, if you dig the Lunar Eclipse theory, do you know when there was a lunar eclipse? A total Lunar eclipse? That might explain the Hales gathered together someplace defensible? Like the Alpha’s house? 2004. 2003-2004 feature a tetralogy of full lunar eclipses, two a year, one in spring and one in the fall. On May 4, 2004, there was a total lunar eclipse, but it was not visible in California. And then there was another on October 28, 2004. The October lunar eclipse was visible from all of North America (if any of y’all were into baseball at the time, this is the lunar eclipse that took place during a a world series game, the first time this had happened, and was the world series where the Boston Red Sox won for the first time in 86 years, ending the curse of the bambino. ;) trivia!) . The penumbra started about 5pm in California (if I’ve done my math right), partial started at 6:15, Total at 7:23, and by the time of the greatest eclipse at 8:04, the Hales would already have been dead, since the canonical time-of-fire seems to be about 7PM.
But, if we assume the moon has some effect on you whether you see it or not, then I like the May 2004 moon. Even though it would be on the wrong side of the planet, the penumbral eclipse would start about 10:50am, with the greatest eclipse being at 1:30 PM… and the whole thing is done by 4:09 pm. But what if the goal is not so much having the wolves powerless as together? Because… I have a theory/headcanon/plot bunny about eclipses.
We know that the wolves lose all their wolfy powers during the short window of the full eclipse… but what about the rest of the time? What weird/new thing happened right after a full eclipse, probably still during the partial or penumbral part?
Scott breaking through an Ash Barrier. (which, I know, isn’t the only time he’s done it, but what if the eclipse stuff helped?)
So what if the hunters have figured out, and are desperate to never let the wolves know, that during the eclipse, yeah, they’re weaker but also sometimes they’re immune/resistant to weaknesses they normally have?
Were that the case, hunters would want to be very careful going after wolves on lunar eclipses because, if you screw up the timing like Jennifer did, you might wind up missing the “powerless” window and landing in the “pissed off, wolfed out, and mountain ash only works some of the time” window… which, hey, may be where the canonical “rumors” and speculation about wolves getting more powerful on lunar eclipses comes from.
So the October moon might not have been the best one, esp since they didn’t need to weaken the Hales, just get them together.
And on the evening/night of the May moon, the “danger” from their “weakness” would have passed, as far as they knew, they would be feeling safe (and from the hunter’s POV, they would be safely vulnerable to mountain ash once again), but they would likely still be together in the aftermath of a “dangerous” moon, and strategizing over the hunter issues and the alpha pack issues.
I'd like some HCs of Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Dabi reacting to the new female recruit-or crush, your choice!-singing some slightly suggestive songs absentmindedly (you can also pick the songs!)??
Hey, why not a new female recruit who they have a crush on? ;^) Also, credit to Admin Kurogiri for song choices because her music knowledge is very vast.
-First of all, if he had a crush on someone, he’d probably act like he hates them because he hates the feelings he has. He’s confused about why this new recruit has him feeling all weird suddenly, so he tries to shake it off by being a bit more harsh toward her.
-On one day in particular, he happens to find her sitting at the bar, quietly singing Privacy by Chris Brown. Once he hears the words she’s singing, either one of two things would happen.
-First scenario: he’d instantly snap at her to quit singing, hoping that getting angry at her would suppress the surge of inexplicable emotions in his chest.
-Second scenario: he might end up a bit speechless, in which case he’d angrily make a beeline for the nearest exit in hopes of getting away from his feels.
-First of all… Unlike Shigaraki, Kurogiri would actually be nice to his crush. He’s a pretty polite guy, and he’d probably be on his best behavior around them at all times.
-So when he stumbles across her singing Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground, he’s honestly not sure what to do. He doesn’t want to tell her to stop, since he feels like that’d be a bit rude, but at the same time he’s not sure that he can handle hearing this.
-He might get a bit flustered, but can you really tell that since he’s literally a cloud of mist?
-In the end, the poor guy might just try to distract her by making polite (and at that point, probably slightly awkward) conversation.
P.S. Admin Kurogiri told me that she’s happy someone asked for Kurogiri
-Of the three, Dabi is probably the most straightforward with his crush. He’s a pretty confident guy, after all.
-Once he hears his crush singing Gangsta by Kehlani, he’s going to have only a split second where he’s not sure what to do.
-After that second of surprise, however, Dabi’s going to walk right over to her and lean on the table next to her. “Hey, can I be that gangster you’re singing about?”
-Depending on whether or not his crush feels the same way, the outcome of this move could vastly differ. I’ll leave most of it up to your imagination, though. :^)
Or something for New Year’s since that’s around the corner! Working late on New Year’s Eve, walking our dear reader home because it’s late and people are crazy in New York on NYE … and someone realizes it’s midnight, and of course you have to kiss someone at midnight, don’t you?”
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
A/N: Alright so…I know Graves comes off as this serious, big grump. But I’m convinced he’s actually a softie deep down and just once someone to care about. So you know. Here it is. Tis the season. PS- Please send more Xmas themed ideas because I love them.
All evening, I’d been listening to the sounds of laughter and chatter as people walked past my office door. Some of them poked their heads inside, flashing me a smile and wishing me a Happy New Year. Others, like Tina, had meandered inside and begged me to come out and celebrate. She and Queenie were planning on drinking coco on the rooftop of their apartment building while they watched the no-maj fireworks. I declined her offer with a tired smile, claiming I had too much work to finish. She hadn’t looked surprised…it was the same answer I almost always gave.
I didn’t want to tell her the truth, to unload the pitiful reasoning as to why I didn’t enjoy holidays. Especially Christmas and New Years Eve. My parents had both passed away years ago, at different times and for different reasons. They had no siblings, and I had no siblings either. Which meant I’d been without a family for almost a decade now. Naturally, I’d thrown myself into work in order to fill that void. I had first joined the Investigations Department, a subdivision of the Auror Office, right after leaving Ilvermorny. Last year, I became Deputy Director…a position I loved and was proud of. To me, there was little that was more rewarding than bringing in dark, dangerous wizards off the streets.