Tomie By Junji Ito
Exhibit 2016
'without outlets for these urges I fear for the future of mankind' you mean you fear what you might do. try pottery. collect something. touch grass. if afterwards you find that you still have the urge to rape women, simply kill yourself
after a suicide attempt in 2016
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?
All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.
The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.
Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.
Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.
Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.
It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.
And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.
However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include “close to Fort Smith, Arkansas.”
The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at “a little closer than Texarkana.” (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)
So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.
oh yeah, with the new size limit for .gifs this thing can finally be posted
what the fuck
I just….?
TREASURE THIS POST. IT ONLY APPEARS ON YOUR DASH ONCE IN A BLUE MOON I SWEAR
forget posting cringe to scare off Twitter folks, we just gotta make this appear to be the constant vibe here and we’ll be good skdjskksks
Deleted the reblog for other reasons but. Jowling kowling rowling’s new book where the villain has ME, POTS, fibromyalgia, and Allodynia is going to be the first time a lot of able bodied people hear about these conditions. And it’s also going to be the first time that a lot of people who have these conditions see them in print. The harm that will do is immeasurable
Especially since JKR is known for successful campaigns against marginalized groups, including disabled people. She uses disability as a tragedy. She uses disability to discredit people, to villanize people and able-bodied people soak that shit up like a sponge. I can imagine way too well how horribly this shit is going to go down and I’m already exhausted.
this is fine to reblog btw. and also with able bodied people it's like. they resent the idea that some people are sick all the time. they have a sort of constant low level anger towards us for not being able to meet their standards of productivity and physical perfection as proxy for moral purity. what stories that have disabled villains can do is take that resentment and stoke it into outright hatred and violence
She picked those conditions specifically because they're hard to diagnose and are often considered 'fake' illnesses.
There's no real way to measure how much pain someone is in. Or how fatigued they are. It's about discrediting the villain. Not only are they woke, but they're a benefits cheat! Faking illness because they're too lazy to work.
But when the hero is a JK Rowling self insert, there's no room for reality to make an appearance
Oh sorry, yes this is better wording.
My last self-directed prompt fill for the upcoming TalkTober thing! It’s a “hospitable orc” and frankly he’s my new best pal.
ORCTOBER!!!!
anyone elses tumblr spazzing out?
Anonymous asked:
Ain't it scary being 24?
Like 25 is such a strong number on the horizon.
joshpeck answered:
actually aging is a gift so jot that down
I see it is time to bring back the wisdom toad
Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five
Hospital
Not me I’m paying a dollar seventy five. At the hospital
I feel like we’re getting off topic
So is pepsi if you steal it?
Because it’s only a dollar seventy five
Why in God's name would a vampire drink pepsi
Why would anyone drink Pepsi?
Huh?
That’s why I’m not a fan of the sexy vampire trope.
1. It’s overused and supports the current status quote of typical vampire supremacy:worshiping rich folk.
2. Vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class.
3. Werewolves are much sexier imo.
am I having a stroke????
you might want to go to the hospital then
I hear the Pepsi is cheaper there
Enter DAISY GRIME, a CLOWN, accompanied by FOOLS, HARLEQUINS, and JESTERS.
GRIME
I say ‘tis dirty, wicked, foul, and dark --
An opportunity both miss’d and scorn’d --
That vampires of any shape or shade
Would drink the blood of innocence most pure
When Pepsi costs a dollar sev’nty five.
FIRST FOOL
O lady, I must ask, and tell the truth:
Wherever in this God’s green holy land
Canst thou obtain this drink for such a fee?
I’ve seen no less than fifty-five pence more.
GRIME
A hospital, good sir.
SECOND FOOL
(Does some figures)
And might I ask
Wherever in this land (of any hue)
Is fellow who two dollar thirty pence
Dost pay for si of Pep?
GRIME
Not I, i’faith.
I pay a mere two shillings short of two.
And, once again, I pay in hospital.
CANADIAN JESTER
I pay a hefty two and half for mine.
But in my blood runs maple syrup, too.
GRIME
O Jester fine, I pray thee, still thyself.
Thou stray’st from this, our mode of speaking here.
FIRST FOOL
But blood costs naught but time.
SECOND JESTER
Aye, that is true;
But sir, remember this in figuring:
A Pepsi, too, is free, if stolen ‘tis.
FIRST FOOL
I see, but -- wait, another thought occurs.
Wherefore, I ask thee, for what reason, sirs,
Dost Lady Grime buy Pepsi from the house
Of healing, birth, and death?
GRIME
‘Tis simple, friend.
Allow me to explain to thee the cause.
The Pepsi sold by those who follow in
The footsteps of St. Luke, Evangelist
Is sold for a mere dollar sev’nty five.
FIRST HARLEQUIN
(Aside, to SECOND HARLEQUIN) Why wouldst a vampire drink Pepsi, then?
SECOND HARLEQUIN
(Aside, to FIRST HARLEQUIN) Why wouldst an honest man drink Pepsi, sir?
FIRST FOOL
A femboy, it would seem.
(There is general applause and agreement.)
GRIME
O fool, a what?
Enter KONAHRIKS De’ACTIVAT EDZOZ ESQ., a SCHOLAR and WARD OF THE SKY.
WARD
You see, my friends, this selfsame story tells
The truth of why the incubus’s tale
Is one that bears to no more to be declared.
I’ll tell you all my reasons three. The first:
The wealthy ghoul who drinks the common blood
Is overused and stale, like molding bread;
But also hangs upon the teller’s face
A pallid, gasping idol worship mask.
The second mark I tally here along:
A vampire who sucks the blood from men
Does hold up in the mind a mirror cold.
This mirror shows that, far from fantasy,
The vampire is real, ‘tis Elon Musk.
The reason third is simple, clean, and pure:
A werewolf’s just, like, sexier, my dudes.
(GRIME dances like a ferret. There is rejoicing.)
Exeunt.
Enter LARA, FELAGUND, and SHERLOCK, accompanied by the MANGO MERCHANT.
LARA
I feel these words have struck me to my core.
Is this, the world, collapsing to the ground
Or is it just my weary, shaking soul?
FELAGUND
‘Twould seem my lady needs to see St. Luke.
SHERLOCK
I’ve heard his fellows sell a Pepsi cheap.
(The MANGO MERCHANT offers a mango. All weep.)
Exeunt.
Alright that’s it, we’ve got the Shakespearan translation too, this post is complete now.
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When men kill random women who are walking alone at night it is a hate crime. It is meant to make all women afraid. And a woman’s life was taken because she was a woman. That’s literally why it’s personal. Violence against women is rarely random, these are calculated hate crimes
Nobody wants to admit how many instances of women being murdered, raped, and abused should be counted as hate crimes because these women were targeted for murder, rape, and/or abuse because of being a woman, because if we admitted how many cases of femicide / rape / abuse really are hate crimes the numbers would be fucking staggering, and nobody wants to admit how disgustingly normal and common and out of control hate crimes against women are. Everyone wants to pretend it’s all just personal isolated conflicts, but these things are happening to women because they’re women, because the men who commit these crimes despise women, they see women as subhuman, and want to hurt women, and that’s why these are hate crimes.
And this is why violence against trans people (including trans men), gay and bisexual men, and men of color must not be ignored.
The problem with your statement is that when gbt men and men of color
are murdered for being gbt or a MoC the press and media at large are
generally more willing to call it a hate crime than when a woman is
murdered just for being a woman. When a gbt man is murdered by someone
who hates LGBT people, or when a MoC is murdered by someone who hates
PoC, people call it what it is. But when a woman is murdered by a man
who hates women, it’s sometimes called sad or tragic, and usually romanticized or downright sexualized by the media, but I’ve never seen it called a hate
crime.
Not to mention you somehow thought it was necessarily to come into a post about violence against women and derail it and try to make it about men which is peak misogyny.
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