Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
Okay, so I've been rewatching Steven Universe , and i kinda relised somthing. Watching reminded me why i have always loved and felt represented by fusions. Let me explain.
So I'm Plural, I know a lot of people don't really get/understand plurality, and that's totally understandable(We're still figuring it out ourselves), but I think that the best way to describe it and sorta put into words is basically using SU fusion.
Two or more consciousnesses sharing a body, and having to work together and be in sync in order to fully function to the best of their ability. But if they get distracted by a depressive/uncomfortable thought/memory, they lose that seemless sync and fracture. Then they have to address the problem with each other before they can be one again.
I am both one person and I also have multiple identities. Kinda like a fusion minus, the cool being an awesome alien part, and pretty much all the shared trauma.
Some days I'm completely in sync and others (especially when we're overwhelmed/distressed) we kind of mentally fracture and "split apart," causing us to sorta argue amongst ourselves đ or to comfort one another(the latter happens alot).
It's really weird being us. And I'm still figuring out what it means, but yeah, SU gave me a starting point and the words to describe how I feel.
I just wanted to share that.
What do you think of the stereotype that all asians are smart?
It is very harmful due to the following reasons:
There is a lot of pressure within the Asian community for Asian children to do well academically and this stereotype just intensifies the need to do well outside of the Asian community.
If an Asian child is having difficulty at school then it is assumed they are being lazy. This needs to stop! Some Asian children have learning difficulties and instead of pinpointing the difficulties the Asian children are deemed as lazy because they are not living up to the âsmart Asianâ stereotype.
If there is a sudden drop in the academic performance/ attendance of an Asian child at school then people say âthey donât care anymoreâ when in reality it may be due to personal issues/ depression/ anxiety/ anorexia and many other mental issues.
If an Asian person does do well on an Exam, then their achievement is brushed off as âwell youâre Asian so itâs normalâ. This actually lowers self esteem and self worth, I can tell you this from personal experience.
Ultimately, the âAsian kids are smartâ stereotype hinders society from viewing Asian children as capable of having disabilities; as capable of having a mental illnesses: as capable of being an individual person rather than some foolish stereotype.
It has a greater effect than some people think so think twice before you repeat it to another person.
Sooo I decided that I would be telling all of my paranormal stories here! Just cause I am lazy and think that this suits my needs best.
I just want to talk about it to someone cause honestly my brain is fried, for a plethora of reasons, maybe one day Iâll feel comfortable enough to tell someone whoâs to say.
But bottom line I feel like I need start something today I am to tired to be creative beyond brainstorming, so Iâll just tell every paranormal thing thatâs happen to me?
But with style
If I can actually be spooopy or not is yet to be said.
isâŠthis real?
So thatâs what this tag means. You can believe it or not Iâm not here to like get a following, tumblr is the one place I think is the one place I can be the most authentic the next three years
I guess my first would be when I asked my dice I bought specifically to write a two player dnd campaign. That involves the entity that communicates to me through sound
1-3 is a yes while 4-6 is a no.
I got a 4
Itâs like sheesh fine dice, calling me out like that, well let the first day be tomorrow.
Stop whitewashing Holly Short
I feel like I have to have this talk somewhere outside my head.
I, a 14 year old teenager of color, have always loved Holly Short.
She was described as powerful, with features like a hooked nose, and a dark skin, that made her beautiful. Things that I have always been insecure about, teased for, insulted for, were what made her beautiful.
The powerful woman, who fought sexism and always did the right thing, IMMEDIATELY became my comfort character.
I started to feel better about myself. Draw portraits with my favourite features in my self exaggerated in them. I loved my own features, because she had them.
And then, after reading the whole series and loving it, came the thirst for content. Content in wich, Holly Short, was always whitwashed.
So many fanart, official comics, covers, the goddamn movie! In all of them, Holly wasn't how i imagined her to be. The fact punches me every time. Her skin, her features, are FLAWS that people just prefer to erase from her character.
I still remember how sad i got when i first was raving to a friend about Holly and she said 2 my face how she thought she would be prettier if she were white.
Whitewashing Holly is basically saying the same thing.
Many may go, "whatever, who gives a shit about her color".
But things like this are what make teenagers, kids, like me back at the time, insecure and hating themselves because of simply simply being born the way they are born.
Hello! I usually donât reblog, but this one was calling my name đȘ
As someone whoâs broken a clavicle, this post is insanely accurate.
If I may add, from personal experience:
- You have to sleep on your back
- Depending on how itâs broken, you can literally hear the ends of the bone grind together
- The pain of displacing the bone is even worse than breaking it. In my sleep, the two ends shifted on top of each other.
- Your gait is messed up, as your shoulder hangs lower than the other
- If youâre a student, backpacks are a no-go
- Breathing too heavily can be painful
Broken bones, like a clavicle or scapula, that can't really be splinted or immobilised beyond securing the affected limb in a sling and being very cautious not to move or jar the shoulder of the injured side; no rigid security of an encasing cast or splint like that for a broken wrist- the shoulder-blade or collarbone are reliant on the surrounding bodily structures to guard and support them throughout the gradually-healing pain of being fractured and the injured character is moving with the utmost gingerness.
"Weird one out"
â Forgetting one's true self to find friendship.
There's something so sad about being alone, for the sole reason that you were different. You just can't seem to fit in, you try to blend in, compete in competitions to be seen, butt into group discussions, and replacing your humor and true self to be seen, heard, and most importantly; to avoid being left out.
They laugh at you, of course as a joke. They think you're quirky, a bit out of place, and awkward. You're funny to them, you're finally seen, but as a joke. It's a bitter moment for you but that's okay, it really is. It's okay because they're friendly now, right? You're their friend now, you're a part of them, all you have to do is to be funny because that's what they want from you. You need to act on this comedic persona so you'll finally have friends, don't worry they'll eventually see who you truly are once they're comfortable with you.
Who the hell are you kidding? You're just a casual friend to themâ no, you're just an acquaintance. Oh well, you'll find other groups to try and fit in, and then you did! The kids behind class are just as quirky as you so that means they'll understand, right? With the first few you weren't so lucky but this time is different. They're different, just like you.
You don't exactly fit their archetype of what is "quirky". Unfortunately you don't fit the aesthetic they were hoping for. Even to the smaller groups you don't fit in, because they've made up their minds on who and what they are as a person. They don't know the true you since you put up too many faces to hide what's beneath, you're weird not because you're you, but because you don't even know who you are anymore.
Everyone knows you differently, in the pursuit to find companionship you've created too many faces for only one body. Which one is your true face? Do you even know yourself anymore?
It's so lonely out here.