Can we just… normalize teens loving their parents? Like obviously you’re not obligated to if your parents are shitty, but damn, I love my mom. She’s there for me all the time and sure we have rough patches but honestly she’s the greatest. Like. We need teens to know that they don’t have to hate their parents just cause.
It must be nice to come from a nonabusive family. One that doesn’t traumatized every emotional interaction to the point where you drive away any sign of love as a form of manipulation because that’s all that you were raised with. 🤷♀️
It is.
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but loving ur parents is already normalized and its the kids w/ abusive parents that actually have to deal with misunderstandings and ignorance from others regarding this topic.
Hey there, I’m talking about the trope where it’s seen as super uncool to like your parents that was literally pushed on teens through the media since the culture shift in the early 60s. The post has nothing to do with abusive parents. I was abused as a kid and honestly if the trope where teens have to hate their parents to be cool died, then kids with actual abusive parents would have an easier time recognizing abuse this has been a psa
“if the trope where teens have to hate their parents to be cool died, then kids with actual abusive parents would have an easier time recognizing abuse”
Teen with abusive parents: I hate my parents
Teen influenced by society: Me too mine are the worst
The takeaway for teen 1: This is normal and it’s supposed to be this way
The takeaway for teen 2: My friend’s parents are like mine
The takeaway for any adult listening: All kids who complain about their parents are just being rebellious
Oh my god my nano novel is basically just me talking to myself about worldbuilding but I am having a great time.
Today I get to throw an inclusive holiday party and make all my characters dress up and be awkward over the charcuterie. And then drop a (figurative) bomb on them.
Yes I have spent more time planning a set of charcuteries that you can serve to a crowd that includes people who are diabetic, vegan, jewish, muslim, and fae than I have the “plot”, so sue me.
Currently finding theme songs for all my ships.
My roommate, who is also doing nano, wrote There’s Only One Bed in the same room as I did while I wrote this thanksgiving grandma 200-year-old werewolf coworker and I just came out to each other, both of us giggling the whole time.This novel was the best idea I’ve had all year.
Also, by the way, Come To My Window fuckin slaps.
Everything got much harder once I decided to try to do multiple timelines and new POVs and add in new characters but also I love them and I get to bring them to a creepy vampire city and the depression is Bad but the writing is Good.
I mean the writing is very much not good, and it is very hard, but also every time I write a line that make me chortle I kick depression slightly in the teeth so HAH, fuck you, depression, I have the act of creation on my side and all you have is despair. Sucks to be you, depression.
Okay like, if I make it THIS far and then fail at the last I will have some sort of emotions— things are not going well— but I got to describe a soup yesterday, and I wrote a line today, and I have a whole weekend with nothing on in the evenings to try and speed-run the end. I pin all my hopes on this.
what shits me up the wall about movies about fascist regimes – and I’ve complained about this many times and no doubt will again – is that it’s a visual medium so they can’t help making the fascists ugly.
this leads to the bizarre situation in which the evil of fascism rests on the presentation of them as ugly, old, fat, disabled, gender non-conforming, the men effeminate, the women mannish, lame legs, twisted arms, awkward scars, bad glasses, as if you can recognise their inhumanity by their appearance, while the heroic protagonists are… manly men and feminine women who look like movie stars, obviously.
that is fascism! that’s literally how you would construct fascist propaganda if you were trying to demonise a hated enemy regime! say that they’re bad while focusing on how ugly and threatening they look, it’s literally how people make political ads today.
now I know this is Hollywood so the protagonists are obliged to be hot, but if the visuals hinge on making the bad guys physically deformed then I don’t think the movie has the message that you think it does.
perhaps Starship Troopers was the only blockbuster movie to get fascism right, and as a result everybody just complained that it was stupid and the characters were annoying.
I can’t believe I woke up to Destiel breaking the internet one more time even though the show already ended days ago, say what you will about how shit Supernatural is as a show and how we should all aspire to feel better about our own writing if a show like this can reach these heights, but no one else has ever had the sheer power this show has to throw the internet into chaos this many times. Did other shows break the internet? Sure. Once. Maybe twice. Supernatural really said, “Hold my beer, I’m gonna do a quadruple this time.” and did. Some shows just want to watch the world burn and Supernatural did it over and over. What a time to be in turbo hell, to witness this.
“How can this be?” said Lord Downey. “Don’t we pay our taxes?”
“Ah, I thought we might come to that,” said Lord Vetinari. He raised his hand and, on cue again, his clerk placed a piece of paper in it.
“Let me see now…ah yes. Guild of Assassins…Gross earnings in the last year: AM $13,207,048. Taxes paid in the last year: forty-seven dollars, twenty-two pence and what on examination turned out to be a Hershebian half-dong, worth one-eighth of a penny.”
“That’s all perfectly legal! The Guild of Accountants–”
“Ah yes. Guild of Accountants: gross earnings AM $7,999,011. Taxes paid: nil. But, ah yes, I see they applied for a rebate of AM $200,000.”
“And what we received, I may say, included a Hershebian half-dong,” said Mr. Frostrip of the Guild of Accountants.
“What goes around comes around,” said Vetinari calmly.
He tossed the paper aside. “Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum of moo. And I am afraid to say that these days all I get is moo.”
“Are you telling us that Ankh-Morpork is bankrupt?” said Downey.
“Of course. While, at the same time, full of rich people. I trust they have been spending their good fortune on swords.”
“And you have allowed this wholesale tax avoidance?” said Lord Selachii.
“Oh, the taxes haven’t been avoided,” said Lord Vetinari. “Or even evaded. They just haven’t been paid.”
“This is a disgusting state of affairs!”
The Patrician raised his eyebrows. “Commander Vimes?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Would you be so good as to assemble a squad of your most experienced men, liase with the tax gatherers and obtain the accumulated back taxes, please? My clerk here will give you a list of the prime defaulters.”
“Right, sir. And if they resist, sir?” said Vimes, smiling nastily.
“Oh, how can they resist, commander? This is the will of our civic leaders.” He took the paper his clerk prooffered. “Let me see, now. Top of the list–”
Lord Selachii coughed hurriedly. “Far too late for that sort of nonsense now,” he said.
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