So imagine a ship with a mixed crew, Aliens of different origins and some humans. The humans have been chosen for their diverse talents in mechanics, pack bonding and general toughness when facing hardship.
Suddenly one of the humans sigh very loudly, drawing attention from their fellow mates.
Jenna frowns, which is a signal of confusion. “what is wrong Jack?”
“I got the news feed from Earth, about the 2028 election. Apparently my country is going to Hell. Again.”
Quartlar looks up from his display with mild curiosity. He walks over and folds his four legs to sit next the the two humans.
“Human Jack, what has been elected?” He asks, very intrigued by human culture.
“Some religious dumbass got a minister position in the educational department. He wants to reinstate creationism, ugh!”
Jack seems deeply disturbed and annoyed by the election of their minister and Quartlar doesn’t understand why.
“Religion is the human way of worship, is it not? I know little of this concept. You worship your leaders?” He asks, red eyes blinking. Human Jenna shakes her head, a disagreement.
“Maybe some did in the past, like Saints and Priests but they were just messengers of gods. Like the middle man, chosen to preach the word.”
Human Jack cut in.
“It’s bullshit, all of it.”
Quartlar had already learnt what that phrase meant, after some confusion and explanation from Human Sam. He also had a vague understanding of these deities some humans spoke off, either while they were being jokesters or when telling stories. Like how Human Jenna had told Wer'lac he was going to Hell for stealing her snacks. After some description of the place called Hell, Wer'lac had returned said snacks very quickly. Human Jenna had later on explained it was all more or less Earth fiction. Not that it helped to make more sense.
“What is this creationism? Is it perhaps the knowledge of creating by using your hands?” Quartlar asked, still curious.
Human Jenna scoffed but it was Human Jack who answered.
“They reject science and say the earth was created in 10, 000 years by their God.”
Quartlar made a clicking noise in surprise and blinked.
“That is not remotely possible, by either geographic or biological standards!” He said, another click following. Jenna shrugged.
“The flat-earthers are way worse.” She said. Jack smiled and looked at their Alien companion.
“They believe the Earth is flat. Like a disk.”
Quartlar looked between them, to see if it was perhaps a Human prank being played, but no. Jack and Jenna just waited for his response.
“They have satellite technology and space crafts… and still do not accept the concept of a spherical globe????!!!” Quartlar asked, very stressed.
“Your words, not mine. But yeah, pretty much. But I guess they are few left, a couple of thousand?” He trailed off, looking at the news feed again.
Quartlar stood again, overcome with shock. The Humans, so brilliant and tough and smart… some were still that far behind? And refused science?! They thought their world was flat??!!
He later on wrote a message to the Captain, asking to add intel to the file they kept on Humanity. Asides from being terrifying creatures in battle and very valuable crew members it would seem some of them were just plain useless.
Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”
I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.
“Hello?” I said hoarsely.
“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.
“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”
I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.
“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”
Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas
“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”
“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”
Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself.
“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”
There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”
“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”
Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.
“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”
I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?
I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.
As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.
“Hey T” I smile
He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.
“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”
“I don’t know what your talking about”
“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”
“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”
“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”
“Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”
I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.
“I have to show you something” he whispers.
“Show me what”
He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment.
“Tony show me what?”
Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player.
“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.
I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.
“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”
His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.
“Bro I don’t think sh-”
“How could you!” I screamed.
Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.
“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”
“Don’t call me that you prick!”
“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.
“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”
People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.
“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”
“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.
“Your acting crazy!”
I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded.
“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”
I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.
“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”
I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”
She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”
We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.
She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down.
“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”
With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.
“I love you Hannah” I whispered.
I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name.
“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.
Limited edition merchandise being release for Jump Shop x Haikyu!! Joint Volleyball Training Camp(?). I believe they had an event like this last year too, but I’m not sure of the exact translation of the name. (Please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about this.)
But!!! The most important thing is the last photo I cropped!!! The hangers! Bokuto’s smile will always get to me, but I’m not imagining it, right?! Akaashi’s smiles are so rare that I had to double back to make sure it was him!
a little over 2 years ago I posted a story on my tumblr about austin jones allegedly asking girls under 16 to send him pornographic photos of themselves. he was 21-22 at the time & he was just beginning to get popular. I had to remove the post not even 30 minutes later after receiving HUNDREDS of abusive messages from his fans & back then, I didn’t know how to respond to or handle nasty messages so I stopped publicly posting about him. there was proof of it back then but no one seemed to believe me or the handful of people who just knew what he was doing was disgusting. people who saw & believed the proof we had, didn’t care. they didn’t think a 21 year old asking 13 year old girls for videos of themselves twerking was wrong. regardless, I reported him to his local police via email since I live in Australia I didn’t see any other way. I never heard back & austin continued to live his life, getting more & more famous. over the past few years his following got bigger & bigger to the point his videos were starting to appear in my news feed. my friends & family were sharing this pedophiles videos, making him money & giving him views without knowing. I began to comment on every post from a friend or family member that I saw, explaining the kind of person he was. I felt that if I stopped just a handful of people from watching his videos & sharing his content, that would make some difference. a friend of mine started a petition to have his facebook & youtube accounts taken down but we couldn’t find enough people to sign the petition to make it worth it & the abuse we continued to cop from his fans made it harder & harder for us to get it out there. finally, austin moved from text messaging his young fans to facebook messaging them which is a lot easier to track & prove than text messages which can be faked so easily.
on monday, he was arrested & I couldn’t be happier. if he’s convicted, he faces a minimum of 15 years in prison for child pornography. maybe now, people will believe me when I say AUSTIN JONES is a fucking pedophile & deserves to rot in jail, forever.
The commodification of culture is ‘you can wear it, but I can’t’.
Cultural appropriation is the same - ‘You can wear it, but I can’t!’ cries the white person as they drench themselves in henna, superglue a bindi to their forehead, and refuse to brush their hair for weeks on end.
Growing up, I was surrounded by white kids. They said I smelled dirty every time I got back from visiting my family, or when I went to school the morning after my mother had made a particularly strong curry. They complained to their parents, who complained to their teacher, who complained to my parents, who gently told me that I spilled rice on the table at lunch time. Thus the switch to white bread and red meat began - bleaching myself from the inside out. School meals fucking sucked. I was banned from using my tastebuds for years.
Every time I went to Delhi, I would leave with henna on my hands - my mother would take me to the market in a rickshaw and we’d sit there for half an hour while some stranger drew these beautiful things all over me, and I would watch him, fascinated, on a stool before me, his legs splayed out. We’d hand him a few coins and be on our way, and she’d stop for panipuri on the way home. I’d be careful not to wipe my hands on the rickshaw rail, careful not to wipe my hands on anything. I’d smell the traces of India on my clothes, and washing them the evening I got home would always be a little sad.
‘You can wear it, but I can’t.‘
Kids ran away from me at school like I was poison ivy. Convinced that I would give them a horrible disease, or if I didn’t, I probably smelled anyway so there was no reason to go within a thirty foot proximity of me. Their parents would encourage them - instating bans on ever ending up at my house when they saw my mother pick me up in the playground with a bindi on her forehead one day, when they heard my father’s strong accent. Like they’d have wanted to go to my house anyway.
'You can wear it, but I can’t.’
Funnily, I can’t wear it. I can’t wear the sari, the lengha or the bindi, even now, without someone looking me up and down with disgust. ‘Get out of our country’; ‘dothead’; ‘Paki’; ‘lousy immigrants, running our healthcare systems to lock us out’; it’s all the same to me.
'But it’s cool to wear it at Coachella, right? At the party next week? I saw Madonna doing it, it’s completely in right now.’ And if I say no, I’m the bad guy, and it’s people like me that are keeping the stereotype of Indian people alive - they’re all freshies, they don’t belong here and they’re just, like, so intrusive. What’s with them taking all our jobs? Why is there one behind every corner shop counter and on every call centre line? Why are all the doctors in my local hospital brown, yet the receptionist is white? Seems like some kind of supremacy, right?
Thus the commodification of my culture continues. I watch crystal bindis being marked up to be sold in Forever21 and Topshop when I can buy them on the street in Delhi for a tenth of the cost. I see girls I knew in primary school plaster Friday night pictures of them in their bodycon dress and their bindi spot with a mixer in their hand all over my news feed, and I know that this is how it is -
'You can wear it, but I can’t.’
I have somehow been locked out of a culture that I want to be proud of; I am rejected as the fresh off the boat immigrant who’s going to give everyone a disease with their dirty hands. On me it’s dirt, worthy of a slur in my direction and an inside joke with the next white person you see - but on you, it’s chic. It’s cheerful and boho-indie-pastel-pale-cute.
You point with your left hand, and painstakingly apply your bindi spot with the right. Then you forget about it, because you can afford to, and adjust your sari in the mirror with both.
So I need some spells guys. Not sure who all knows, but I live just outside Charlottesville. It’s part of the area I call my home. One of my Vixen sisters and classmates was one of those that got hit by the car. Thankfully she’s fine.
I’m trying to participate in the outrage and shock at all of this, but it’s taken such a strain on me. My HOME was attacked. My FAMILY was attacked. These people came HERE! TO MY SAFE SPACE! And I’m slowly crumbling under the weight and pain of it all.
So I need cleansing spells. For my heart and my mind. I need these thoughts and images out. I need energy spells to keep my strength up because I know this isn’t over yet and I know I’m going to have to see this on my dash and news feeds and I need the energy to fight these monsters and protect those I love.
On top of it all I found out some really disturbing news about someone in my horse family back home that has ruined another safe space and safe memories. So send everything and anything you got that you think might help.
I’D REALLY APPRECIATE A REBLOG if you see this and can’t help with spells but can help with exposure. I’m just a baby witch and my blog is new so I’m not sure how many people I’ll reach on my own and I could just really use the help.
something i've never understood: why is vader -in- senate meetings?? like in your fic where leia and vader snark about palpatine's speech, or a probably-fanon thing i've seen around where vader sometimes supported leia's anti-slavery actions when she was senator? am i missing a thing, because i really like the idea of vader being granted a senate seat on the basis of This Man Is A Giant Angry Cyborg Who Could Kill Us All, and pushing for social reform when he's not doing sithy things
I’m not familiar with that bit of fanon, but here’s my headcanon:
Vader definitely doesn’t have a Senate seat. He doesn’t have any official role in the Senate at all. He’s present as a symbol.
The symbol works on two levels simultaneously. Officially, Vader’s role in the Empire (to the extent that it’s codified at all - most people in the upper echelons of the Imperial government and military probably understand him as simply the Emperor’s special agent) is effectively the same as the Jedi’s role was in the Republic. He is the representative of the religious wing of Imperial government, just as the Jedi were in the Republic. (Yes, the Jedi were a state-sanctioned religious order who also doubled as the Republic’s interplanetary diplomatic corps, police force, and military. Anakin Skywalker changed his name and his allegiance in the Force, but he didn’t actually change jobs.) The Imperial Senate (read: the Emperor) can call on him in the same way the Republic Senate (read: the Chancellor) could call on the Jedi. On or off the record. (See: special agent.)
Of course, the other point of his presence in the Senate is intimidation. Palpatine’s a pretty canny politician, obviously. And it’s important to remember that he didn’t actually take over. He was chosen as Chancellor by a vote of the Senate, and we have no reason to think that vote was anything less than fair. Every one of his emergency powers during the Clone Wars were granted to him by a majority of votes in the Senate. His ascension as Emperor was met, in Padme’s words, with “thunderous applause.”
And he doesn’t dissolve the Senate right away. He keeps it around for 20 years, slowly whittling away at its efficacy. And Vader is a key part of his strategy.
One of the classic moves of an authoritarian regime is to distract people by giving them someone (other than the dictator himself) to hate and fear. Of course that’s going to mean enemies on the outside: the Separatists, the Rebellion. But it also helps to give them someone on the inside. Someone who is officially part of the regime, but who is held at a distance, portrayed as an outsider even though they’re part of the dictator’s inner circle. Someone who is much more obviously malevolent, who is much more closely in line with the image people have of a powerful, authoritarian dictator than the actual dictator himself. Someone who can be the focus for people’s unease and discomfort with the regime, who can frighten people simply by being present and thus distract them from the actual dictator.
Darth Vader is that person. That’s the entire point of Darth Vader. He is the face of the Empire.
So, with that understanding, I can’t imagine him not being present in the Senate.
Hey folk, I’ve been debating for a bit what I want to do with this platform re: political stuff, currently. It feels weird to not use the almost 25k person reach this blog has to spread information and help with current things… but I’m also sitting here using the blog to escape the overwhelming aspect of my news feed.
So the tl;dr is that the only time you’ll see politics in this space, going forward, is when it applied to animal issues. In the meanwhile, I’m trying to shift the feed to more positive information, because we all need a break.