the social code

The person at the store with food stamps isn’t the problem. A corrupt tax code that allowed 8 dudes to accumulate as much wealth as 4 billion people is the problem.

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The Perils And False Rewards Of Parenting In The Era Of 'Digi-Discipline'
In a society where black people have power, beating children and posting it on social media is just as much about performing respectability as it is punishing wrongdoing.

The videos are an infamous genre unto themselves: “Mother Punches Her Daughter Dead in the Face for Having Sex in the House!” “Dad Whups Daughter for Dressing Like Beyonce.” “Son Left In Bloody Mess as Father Forces Him to ‘Fight.’” Their images stream from Facebook timelines and across YouTube channels, alternately horrifying and arresting: burly fathers, angry mothers, lips curled, curses flying, hands wrapped around electrical chords, tree branches, belts, slashing down on legs, arms, buttocks and flesh as children cry and plead and scream out in agony.

Tens of millions have clicked “play,” becoming voyeurs of this new form of child punishment — what some observers call “digi-discipline.”

Rather than sticking to the time-honored tradition of physically disciplining their children behind closed doors, parents, many of them black, buoyed by the instant gratification and viral fame that social media provides, are increasingly uploading videos of the corporal punishment they mete out on their kids, sparking intense debate on the usefulness of this particular form of public shaming.

Dress Codes and What They Actually Mean

Have you ever started a new job and been told that what you’re wearing doesn’t fit with “business casual”? Or have you received an invitation to a party with a dress code like “garden attire” or “creative black tie” and had absolutely no idea what to wear? Dress codes can be really confusing, especially when you’re growing up and suddenly have to deal with a lot more than everyday casual. But worry not, because we’re about to break them down one by one so you’ll be the best (appropriately) dressed at your next party.

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Why women don't code! (?)

An overview:
So basically the programming industry (and the IT industry itself!) have a MASSIVE shortage of female programming, less than a third of computer science students are female, and less than that actually go into the industry, (in my company in particular there is a 1:4 ratio for female employees to male employees!)

The problem:

we want female coders! Everyone should feel comfortable programming, it’s a great, creative and intellectual skill with so many useful applications. The computer science and software industry is changing rapidly and the need for skilled individuals (both males and females) grows everyday.

The cause (in my opinion):
When computer programming and computer science were first becoming mainstream industries, there were many negative sexist attitudes, the idea that females should play with ‘girly toys’ like dolls and play-houses was a massive concept and the reinforcement of the idea that girls should look pretty with make-up and they should be cooking and baking. At this time all of the negative reinforcements were there, make up to teach young girls they should be pretty, dolls to teach them they should be mothers one day, play-ovens and play-houses to teach them they should focus on home economics. This caused a problem for computer science, at that time computers were widely used to make electronic toys and video games, and because it seemed there wasn’t a market for girls in that respect; boys got bombarded with the advertising. Images and widespread advertising of boys playing video games, video game concepts being primarily for boys (beating things up and killing things wasn’t seen as 'lady-like’) - this led to computing interest planted in the minds of boys from a young age, it was natural to be interested in how it worked and to be excited at the concept of possibly making your own games one day (Shown by the success of the zx spectrum and commodore 64, both of them you could create your own games on - which reinforced the idea of programming in young boys)

This massive focus on males and not females led to one of the biggest downfalls of the computing industry, most girls simply were not interested since computer science hasn’t shown then what it can do and peaked their curiosity and girls that were interested felt like they couldn’t keep up with the interest of boys with one girl reportedly saying 'Yeah, it’s interesting, but I do have other hobbies, I like to relax, you know? Pick up a new skills or something, I don’t dream in code like all the boys do’ which leads to them not completing their qualifications or possibly not becoming part of the industry because they feel outweighed by the devotion of the boys!

Shockingly this still goes on today, the stereotypes of the nerdy male software developer and the iconic figureheads of software (Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs etc. etc.) all being male, dig these roots deeper, and do nothing to unpick the vicious, sexist and unproductive dismaying plants of software development.

The solution:
We need to focus on females now! We need to destroy the harmful stereotype of programming being for males, teach female only computer science classes, teach it in schools, shatter the 'video games are for boys’ ideal, it’s time equality came to the exciting, ever-changing and developing world of software development.

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Inspired by @triruntu‘s gorgeous art, today’s unfinished fic with no future is cyberpunk burlesque, featuring nonbinary cyborg Jack.  I want to try coming back to this setting from a different angle, but I realized I set up this particular attempt with no real opportunity for any movement.  It’d work as the opening to something MUCH longer, but I’m not going to try that because I can’t finish long things.

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Gabriel’s never been to a place like this before.  His army buddies brought him as a congratulations for his promotion.  Major Gabriel Reyes.

Nightclub, brothel and burlesque palace all rolled into one; the place is legendary in gossip circles.  They say that if you can afford the admission price then you can find pretty much anything you could wish for: man, woman or enbee; human, cyborg or omnic.  Robofucking hasn’t exactly been on the list of socially acceptable pastimes since the Omnic Crisis, but that only ever seems to increase the appeal when it comes to fetishes.

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cassiebones  asked:

How many girls do you think Alex accidentally flirted with before she realized she was gay? Like she was SO flirting with Maggie before she realized but like how often do you think that happened and she just thought she was being nice or whatever? Fucking oblivious gay nerd.

She’s six and the girl’s brothers had left her all alone in the sand as they dashed into the ocean, yelping and shoving and splashing each other as they barrel deeper into the water.

The girl looks lonely and the girl looks listless, and Alex knows the feeling.

“You don’t like the ocean?” she asks without preamble, because six year old social code permits so much more direct communication than older codes will.

The girl turns to her and sighs. Her face is pretty, even when it’s sad, and Alex bites the inside of her cheek. “I’ll just slow my brothers down,” she says, and Alex holds out an open hand.

“You won’t slow me down.”

They take each wave together, the girl never letting go of Alex’s hand, and Alex never wanting her to.

Eliza, watching from their balcony overlooking the beach, is proud that her shy little Alexandra is finally making a friend.

She’s ten and the pretty girl from homeroom has the best science fair poster in the whole lunchroom.

Except for Alex’s, of course, but Alex doesn’t mention that when she tells her that it looks great, and how did she get such clear images of a monthly progression of sunspots from a homemade pinhole camera?

Alex thinks the girl blushes, but it must be because she’s shy, or maybe she doesn’t like talking in such a crowded, bustling space. Or it’s Alex’s imagination.

Either way, she decides that the best course of action is to keep complimenting the girl, because she deserves it, and if Alex’s life as a professional ten year old nerd is any indication, the girl can use all the compliments she can get.

She’s fourteen, and her newest surf instructor is eighteen, and Alex has never been nervous before classes before, but she almost throws up each time, now, because what if she messes up, and what if her instructor decides that Alex has only been accelerated to an advanced class by luck, and she demotes her back down to surfing with the other fourteen year olds, and – 

“Nice job, Danvers!” she calls, and Alex nearly spills off her board at the way her heart leaps, at the way she says her name.

When her boyfriend picks her up after class – her instructor’s boyfriend, not Alex’s, because who would ever want to date her, anyway? – Alex stands a little bit straighter, gets her instructor to laugh a little bit louder.

“Make sure he takes you somewhere nice: you only deserve the best places, you know?” she tells her, and she thinks she’s smooth, thinks she’s putting the college boy in his place, even though she’s not quite sure why she wants to.

She’s sixteen and Vicky Donahue is always on her mind. And that’s okay – they’re best friends, and best friends are supposed to always be on each other’s minds, right? – and Vicky is nice to Kara and Vicky smells so damn good and Alex wants to be just like her and she usually loves school but god the days before the nights she gets to sleep over at Vicky’s are horribly, horribly long.

Because Vicky’s mother keeps offering to set up an air mattress in Vicky’s room, and Alex keeps telling her, “It’s alright, Mrs. Donahue, you don’t have to go out of your way, I don’t mind the tight space, honest.” Because it is a tight space, sharing Vicky’s bed, but it means that Vicky’s body is close to hers, and best friends snuggle all the time, right?

And friends play dress up, too, even in high school, right, and when Vicky goes through her parents’ closets and tosses her top off without thinking to try on something new, Alex gulps extra hard and she blushes like she’s Kara and she stammers but she obeys when Vicky tells her to come zip her up, and she nearly kisses the back of her neck because friends are affectionate with each other, right, and she’s sincere when she tells her that she’s beautiful, that she’s the prettiest girl in the whole school, the whole town, and Vicky gives her something of a strange look, and she turns her back to Alex before she changes again.

She’s nineteen and she doesn’t have much use for English class, but that girl who sits across from her makes great drawings in her notebook and Alex has to tell her, right, because who doesn’t want to be complimented?

“Hey – I really like your uh… art.”

The girl giggles. “They’re just doodles.”

“No, but they’re really good! You’re really good.”

The girl shrugs, her eyes lingering on Alex’s face a beat too long. But not long enough.

She starts doodling for Alex, nudging her and edging her notebook toward her, sometimes ripping out the sketches and gifting them to a spluttering Alex. She keeps every one of them and she takes them out during long days in the lab, and she chews on the inside of her cheek, and she fantasizes about what the girl’s boyfriend probably likes to do to her in bed, because some of the doodles are a bit sexual, so it’s only natural for the mind to wander, right?

She’s twenty-three and she’s partying way too hard, because college was too easy and grad school is easy but what’s not easy is Eliza’s voice in the back of her head, is the constant guilt of having gone off to Stanford without Kara, is the constant confusion and loneliness because she can get everything else right, but not dating, not men, and Eliza is starting to ask uncomfortable questions.

She goes home with men with clumsy hands and overeager tongues, but she dances with women with scintillating touches and vodka on their breath. She smiles and sometimes, she winks, and sometimes, she puts her hands on hips that aren’t hers, and sometimes, her blood rushes through her veins so fast she can barely breathe because her body will go home with a guy, but her mind will stay here on the dance floor.

She’s twenty-seven and it’s been too long, and that’s okay, because the DEO keeps her busy, the DEO keeps her focused. The DEO saved her life.

But she’s twenty-seven and Lucy Lane walks in and Kara isn’t wrong about how nice she smells and how smart she is and how date-able she is, but she’s the enemy because of who her father is and she’s the enemy because of who her ex-boyfriend-sort-of-still-boyfriend is and she’s the enemy because she almost sends Alex and J’onn off to Cadmus, but suddenly she’s not the enemy because she rescues them and fights for them and she throws everything on the line for them and Alex thinks of that thing she felt during her interrogation, correcting Lucy from calling her Alexandra, Lucy’s piercing eyes when she called out that Alex was lying, Lucy’s uncomfortable shifting when what’s his face was going on yet another xenophobic rant, and Alex can’t think about any of this now because now, she’s on the run, and sure, she’ll always have Lucy to thank for that, but later, later, later.

She’s twenty-eight and it’s her crime scene, dammit, not some arrogant detective’s with gorgeous eyes and gorgeous hair and a confident smirk and god, god, god, how is she that smart, how is anyone that sharp?

She’s twenty-eight and it’s innocent, it’s pool, they’re friends, and of course she’s not jealous when she says she’s got a hot date, because sure, whatever woman has a hot date with Maggie Sawyer is probably the luckiest woman in the world, but Alex is just excited to finally meet someone that can go toe-to-toe with her, that can challenge her, that can change her. And if her stomach flips a little bit when she saunters off in those jeans and that tank top to that date, it’s just because she’d hoped maybe they could go for a drink, because it’s been so long since Alex has had a friend outside of work.

She’s twenty-eight and she’s up all night, because she’s twenty-eight and she’s falling in love. In gay love. Lesbian love. 

God, god, god, how has she not seen it before?

She’s falling in love with a woman, and memories are exploding out of her like water bursting out of a dam, and she’s terrified and she’s confused and she’s never felt more… herself.

And Maggie Sawyer is the reason why.

Head full of wires
and fingers connecting
slipped into buttons
– they never existed –
shut off blue light
brain still
on fire

take me
everywhere
dripping
in signals
these wavelengths
tingling across
my layers

mouth bursts
with the ones
and ohs

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billions of words
not a single sound

you: intellectuals think the same as everyone else, they just talk differently.

me, an intellectual: Although academic English is well-adapted to the low-context culture in which it is used, its inherent qualities are not sufficient to justify its relative inaccessibility; its use can only be explained as an expression of social status.

bransii  asked:

Hi! I'm a new reader and I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing n_n Could you do some headcanons on RFA+V+Saeran with an animator MC? Maybe with them trying to help her with her work with their own talents and whatnot? Like Zen doing voices, Yoosung with story ideas, etc, etc. Thank you!

Cute idea ^^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 2/30


RFA+Saeran and Animator MC

Yoosung

  • You call him almost every night to ask for his opinion on the storyline, and he tries his best to offer suggestions or ideas for you to bounce off of
  • But unlike you, he wasn’t used to staying up so late…
  • Most nights, you would hear him snoring lightly over the phone while you were in the middle of talking
  • Although you’d feel annoyed at first (especially since you were stressed over your work), you’d calm down and remind yourself that Yoosung was willingly giving his time to you despite not benefiting from it
  • Just the mere thought of him trying so hard to help you every night made you smile.
  • He wakes up and finds himself in his own puddle of drool on the desk most mornings (HE NEVER LEARNS)
  • And desperately tries to wipe it up, thoroughly embarrassed that he still drools despite being a college student
  • He always feels apologetic that he falls asleep first, and wants to help you the best he can, knowing that you stay up even later than him—sometimes he wonders if you even sleep…

Zen

  • He very much looks forward to being your voice actor!! Although you tried to pay him, he firmly refused
  • “We’re friends, aren’t we, MC?” he’d say, pouting as he tried to guilt-trip you
  • He already has a lot in his schedule—his rehearsals, plays, work-outs, modelling, acting lessons… And now he tries to fit in voice-acting for you, barely having time to eat even 2 meals a day, and only sleeping a few hours every night
  • Sadly, you were too caught up in your own busy life to notice that his condition was worsening
  • He put on bright smiles to see you every time he came to help, putting on extra make-up to hide the tired lines on his face and forcing out a good voice for you even when he was risking a sore throat
  • It wasn’t until he didn’t show up one day that you realized what was going on. You had tried to phone him when he was late, but he hadn’t picked up. So you asked In the RFA group chat, and Jaehee immediately replied that Zen had been taken to the hospital!
  • When you read the news article that followed the incident, you learned that he had been overworking himself, and that he had collapsed in the studio. No wonder he couldn’t make it today…
  • Immediately, you were overwhelmed with guilt, knowing you were one of the reasons he collapsed.
  • He ruffles your hair when you visit him at the hospital, laughing that he was perfectly fine. But he did end up agreeing to only help you out when he had free time

Jaehee

  • She was already busy with all the work Jumin gave her
  • But you’re her best friend and there was no way she wouldn’t support you
  • You had no idea, but she was the one who ordered food for you every night… You would hear your doorbell ring and find a deliveryman standing there with food in his hands, fully paid for already under your name even though you knew you hadn’t made the order
  • And in the mornings, Jaehee would drop off a hot drink for you before she headed for work. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes flavoured tea, and sometimes sweet milk.
  • She knows that you often stayed up all night perfecting scenes, and thought the caffeine would help you regain your energy—also because she was aware that you would keep working until you’d pass out, so that extra bit of energy was definitely needed

Jumin

  • He wasn’t really sure what animating was
  • Until you showed him one of your videos…
  • He was absolutely flabbergasted. “You made this? From scratch? The whole thing?” he had asked, a bit doubtful because it looked so professional.
  • He vowed to support every one of your works, and became the source of your funds
  • Of course, you used the money only when you really needed it, not wanting to take advantage of your friendship with him
  • He paid for billboards to advertise your projects, no matter how grand your animation really was
  • It was thanks to him that you gained so much attention from famous animators, who offered to be your mentor!

Seven

  • He came right over to help! Although his main job was hacking, he was skilled in all forms of technology—be it video edits, photoshop, social networking, computer code, etc.
  • Oh, but he had zero art sense, so he couldn’t help you with digital art
  • BUT he would help you organize the frames, and give feedback if something was out of place. He had a keen eye for detail after all. (Developed from the need to be severely attentive in his missions)
  • While you were busy working on your animations, Seven would take snippets of your work and upload it online, using his bots to get it trending over the internet
  • Yes, that’s why you’d wake up and find scenes of your animation all over social media…
  • (He also filtered out any negative comments as well, so you would only see love, support and encouragement from your fans)
  • And since he was right beside you, he would make you catch some sleep, lecturing you that it was important for your health. (He wasn’t always around though, since he had his own work)
  • Seven was the biggest help whenever you were busy animating, both in the actual animation and keeping your sanity in check.

V

  • He was the one who took all your reference photos for you
  • Sometimes, you wanted a certain scenery for your backgrounds, and he’d search high and low to find the closest thing to what you imagined—he would go on a lot of trips every time you had another animation project… (which made Yoosung accuse him of slacking off and not really helping… lolol the omelette boy just had to find every reason to jab at V)
  • And sometimes, you’d want a specific angle of an object, and he would take hundreds of photos just to find THE angle you desired
  • Sometimes you suddenly decided you didn’t want that angle, after all. And then he’d go through the pains of taking even more photos for you
  • But he was always happy to help
  • He loved travelling, he loved photography, and he loved being helpful to you!

Saeran

  • He was a bit jealous that everyone else kind of had a set job—the creative and young Yoosung helping with the plot, the actor Zen helping to voice lines, the motherly figure Jaehee who made sure you were eating healthily, the corporate director Jumin providing funds, the photographer V helping to find reference photos, and his techy brother Seven who helped put your animation together.
  • So he tried to help in his own way. He would be your ‘Vanderwood.’
  • He cleaned up your house while you were too busy concentrating on your work to notice
  • He would prepare meals (Saeran was a good cook!) since he knew the take-out that Jaehee ordered for you wasn’t healthy to have everyday
  • He’d cover you up with a blanket whenever you fell asleep—sometimes if you hadn’t gotten much sleep in DAYS, he’d dump you into your bed and lock you in there
  • And… most embarrassing for him to admit, Saeran would even model clothes for you. Surprisingly, he could pull off a ton of styles! Whether it was a badboy, innocent, cheerful or even girly look, he’d still look cute! (Well, Seven dooooes cosplay a lot and matches various styles… Not surprised that his twin has that ability, too…)
  • Although he never voiced his opinions or complaints, he was very, very pleased that he was able to help you!

Bonus: You gave each of the RFA members a special mention in the credits of your animation, which really touched their hearts!!

Here’s my take on Bellatrix, the fourth main star of Orion (a blue giant) ;_; I love him so much already. I mean, he’s inspired by Hau so that might be why.

  Bellatrix used to be a reputated warrior before drastically changing his life style because he thought maybe it was time to enjoy his life, a change that was barely accepted, hence why he’s pretty much ignored from the rest (not like he cares much).

Unlike most, he doesn’t take social codes seriously and likes to use the form of a kid with colors that don’t fit his original blue at all (hence why the pretty weird taste but he likes yellow since it’s a happy color lol). He’s super laid back and calm and optimistic about stuff. His hobby is finding and collecting all kinds of gems, which often gets him in trouble because well… A star mining on a planet isn’t really appreciated by planets themselves lol

(And yes he has crocs feet bandages he’s. he’s awful)

“What, are you gonna look up more anime, or are you strictly into Dick now?”

A lengthy exploration of Dean Winchester as a consistently queer character, thank to themes he embodies with his core characterisation of occupying both sides of binary traits.

(aka the reason why I lazily shove random things into my “Dean vs cake” tag with no explanation, written out while on a 8hr train journey)

The writing of Dean is of a character split between endless examples of duality, moments of characterisation which have stark opposites (either generally accepted or made up into a false dichotomy by the show) where he appears to embody elements of both at all times. Generally, the less-expected or pleasant part is something he resists admitting liking or labelling himself as.

He may be described as a killer while being shown to be the most compassionate character by his actions in the same episode; his projection of himself as a dumb grunt has been so successful that we have to scrape up lists of dozens of examples to prove his intelligence in arguments, despite one of the most-used examples being in only the fourth episode but is cited all the time to prove he’s not the stupid brother in contrast to Sam’s college-educated introduction leaving a lasting impression there; a lesser example of Dean wobbling between sides of a duality includes his strict favouritism of pie being shown in stark contrast to cake as if he must surely hate it, having declared himself for pie; and of course his frequently shown interest in women is contrasted with extremely consistent queer subtext implying that Dean is attracted to men as well.

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Holi is a major festival in the Hindu religion. It is celebrated on the day after the last full moon of the Hindu month of Phalguna. Phalguna falls between late February and early March in Western calendars. Holi usually marks the happy transition from harsh, dark winter to brighter, warmer springtime.

Holi celebrates the Hindu story of Prahlada. Prahlada was a prince dedicated to the worship of Vishnu, a major Hindu god. Prahlada’s father and aunt opposed his religious faith, and as punishment made him sit in the middle of a raging bonfire. Vishnu protected Prahlada, and the prince did not burn.

Bonfires remain a part of Holi rituals today. However, the most striking aspect of the festival is the spraying of brightly colored powders and water in enormous public celebrations. The colors mark both Prahlada’s flickering bonfire and the bright colors associated with spring.

The “Festival of Colors” is also a time for Hindus to relax social codes. Barriers between rich and poor, men and women, young and old are broken down by Holi’s bright colors. A familiar saying is bura na mano, Holi hai—don’t be offended, it’s Holi !

Ok, but for real, the persistence of allistics can be surreal sometimes.

You can go 15, 20, 25 et.c years of obsessions with things, struggling with social events, only being able to eat certain things… and all that shit.

And instead of just accepting you’re different from them, they go on about you unlearning it or growing out of it..

You really would think it’d be way more logical to look at us and conclude we will stay like this, and that because we are so hardwired and can’t go off from our behaviour….

That it would clearly be distressing and not right for us to change how we live, and that not only would it be unnatural, but it would bring on unhappiness.

And I think that is largely why their persistence is so surreal.. because it’s clear we don’t want to change, it’s clear by now that we always will stay the same.. so no, I am highly doubtful I will “get used to it” or “will grow out of it”.

I’m autistic, that can’t change, and how I am is less likely to change than the behaviour of allistics, and I most definitely will not grow out of anything.

Also, I feel it would be far more convenient to just.. you know.. be accepting, accommodating, and being open-minded… as opposed to distressing autistic people constantly..

and also, I thought it was all you all’s thing to not distress others and being polite according to Allist Social Code… or have I gotten the wrong conditions pushed on to me there?

Maybe I’m just too autistic to understand, but I don’t think it’s cool to attempt to change others’ neurotypes or how people behaviour from their neurotype… Apparently allistics don’t seem to get that so I feel it must just be another one of those “absurd” autistic things I got going?????

Please respect that I’m different from you, don’t mock me, don’t try to change me, and don’t tell me or rely on me changing.. Try to change your attitude towards me instead.