The Last Words Of Ageing Immortals

Everything I post will be quotes or stories told to me by my dearest Daemon friend Aerucaury. I apolagize ahead of time if I offend you.

muchymozzarella:

hijackspace:

forgetpolitics:

the-goddamazon:

eurotrottest:

tallporcupine:

thedorkiestviking:

something all of tumblr should see.

YES

it would do a lot of good tbh

how the fuck imma let you go to bed at night with yo life together when mine got all fucked up cause of you?

nah

Exactly. Completely ignoring the fact that catharsis is possible through righteous vengeance.

They pulled this shit in Wreck-It-Ralph too, but that one was even worse since they were pretty much straight up admitting that their happiness was only guaranteed through the continuous abuse he had to face from them — and then on top of that they called him selfish for wanting to break out of that cycle.

Did anyone think that maybe by getting back at these people you would be able to help others from getting hurt, since usually these type of people are repeat offenders and can target other people????

This is the worst fucking trend seen in children’s movies ever I swear to god.

Okay in other examples I can understand the concern about the trope, depending.

But in Paranorman???

It’s about someone who has become a bully

She was a victim, yes. She was hurt.

But she didn’t seek justice. What she did is NOT comparable to sensible reparations for a grievous crime.

She made the ones who hurt her suffer. She didn’t stop them, or defend herself from them.

She hurt themShe induced a kind of torture against them, which also affected an entire town, drawing out the ugliest and most shameful parts of human nature.

The entire point of this beautiful moment is a boy, who knows what it’s like to be hurt… recognizing that the bully of this story is actually just a victim lashing out.

And helping her let go of the same kind of vicious hate that killed her in her era… helping her finally achieve a sense of personal peace.

Standing up to bullies and abusers does not need to involve becoming like them.

And everyone is different, yes, so I suppose revenge may be cathartic for some.

But in the context of this film, we are not talking about reasonable defense. We are talking about inducing suffering.

We are talking about becoming the bully.

We are talking about letting hatred and fear dominate your motivations and actions… And that isn’t healthful to the mind or body…

Much more disturbing than misuse of this trope to me is the vicious call for personal revenge against evildoers - not for the sake of safety for self and others so much as for personal catharsis.

It suggests that there are people who simply deserve to suffer… that there are people willing to spur that suffering…

And that targets “bad” people… not the damaging fundamental mentalities and ideals those people embody.

To paraphrase a cliche, it focuses on a symptom rather than addressing the actual illness.

It’s fire against fire. Hate is hate… whomever it’s against.

The word used in the film is “SUFFER.” Not protect, defend, enact justice or vengeance or righteousness.

I feel like you guys are completely missing the point here…

Talking about fictional characters, you know who has this very origin story, getting back at the people who hurt him grievously? 

Hannibal Lecter. 

Yeah. 

He eats people because people ate his sister. 

But he’s a good person with justified actions, right?

After killing the people who killed his sister, he continued to eat people. That goes beyond catharsis, that turned him into something entirely inhuman, by his own choosing. 

The thing is, catharsis from revenge exists. But there is such a thing as going too far. In Paranorman, she tortured these people for hundreds of years until she eventually stripped away what made her human. All that was left of her was anger. There was no catharsis in her revenge. 

There is a certain point where fighting back and taking revenge becomes overkill and stops serving a purpose. There is a point where people can no longer see an end to their anger, because they just keep building themselves up until they crumble. 

"We feel good when bad things happen to bad people." This is true. But there is a limit to the good that comes out of hurting others, and if you cling to that hurt, it’ll eventually consume you, and hurt and anger will be what defines you, and it’s all you’ll be. The question is whether you want that or not. 

(Source: turnaboutcomingout)

I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.

—Jaime Gil De Bieda    (via alaelia)

(Source: larmoyante, via muchymozzarella)

thepeoplesrecord:

Gaza, a poemBy Nisha Bolsey
I’m walking and a man says, “If the Palestinians would just love their children more than they hate their enemy, the violence would be over.”Yes.If only.If only they would love their children.If only they had chosen the four corners(so they would die)or kept them in the middle(so they would die).If only they would have brought four-day old Noura back to life.If only they would kiss their children’s dead mouths and breathe life into them.If only they would raise their arms to the sun to block the bombs with the palms of their hands.If only they would dry the rivers of blood in the streets and pour them back into the hearts of their daughters and sons.Why don’t they?Why can’t they just pull out their own lungs and stick them into their slaughtered children’s chests?Why can’t they just sing, 24 hours a day, louder than thunder, to prevent their ears from hearing the sound of bombs?If only they would love their children, and carry their bodies up into the air, above the siege, past the blockade, into freedom.If the Al-Batsh boys’ parents had really loved them,they wouldn’t have let their insides be wrenched apart by the bomb that fell.They would use their hands to hold their limbs together so that they could stay in one piece.If only they would stop the vibrations which create sound,the sound which crashes and bleeds through their children’s ears.If only they would stop all light from traveling, so that their children wouldn’t have to see their sisters, cousins, fathers, brothers.Dead on the floor.Their house turning to rubble.Their family turning to dust.Their family turning to nothing.Their world disappearing.And why doesn’t their love sustain their children more than food?Heal the wounds from the weapons?They had seconds to leave before the bombing began.They should have thrown their children out the window,knowing they would take flightwith the wings their love had created.If only they loved Mohammed, Ahed, Zakaria and Mohammedenoughto rise above their soccer game and changethe magnetic forces of the Earth,to pull away the bomb,headed for the beach.

thepeoplesrecord:

Gaza, a poem
By Nisha Bolsey

I’m walking and a man says, “If the Palestinians would just love their children more than they hate their enemy, the violence would be over.”
Yes.
If only.
If only they would love their children.
If only they had chosen the four corners
(so they would die)
or kept them in the middle
(so they would die).
If only they would have brought four-day old Noura back to life.
If only they would kiss their children’s dead mouths and breathe life into them.
If only they would raise their arms to the sun to block the bombs with the palms of their hands.
If only they would dry the rivers of blood in the streets and pour them back into the hearts of their daughters and sons.
Why don’t they?
Why can’t they just pull out their own lungs and stick them into their slaughtered children’s chests?
Why can’t they just sing, 24 hours a day, louder than thunder, to prevent their ears from hearing the sound of bombs?
If only they would love their children, and carry their bodies up into the air, above the siege, past the blockade, into freedom.
If the Al-Batsh boys’ parents had really loved them,
they wouldn’t have let their insides be wrenched apart by the bomb that fell.
They would use their hands to hold their limbs together so that they could stay in one piece.
If only they would stop the vibrations which create sound,
the sound which crashes and bleeds through their children’s ears.
If only they would stop all light from traveling, so that their children wouldn’t have to see their sisters, cousins, fathers, brothers.
Dead on the floor.
Their house turning to rubble.
Their family turning to dust.
Their family turning to nothing.
Their world disappearing.
And why doesn’t their love sustain their children more than food?
Heal the wounds from the weapons?
They had seconds to leave before the bombing began.
They should have thrown their children out the window,
knowing they would take flight
with the wings their love had created.
If only they loved Mohammed, Ahed, Zakaria and Mohammed
enough
to rise above their soccer game and change
the magnetic forces of the Earth,
to pull away the bomb,
headed for the beach.

(via muchymozzarella)

rotten-ashes:

yourlinesbecomeroutine:

scoregasming:

smackintyre:

It’s not your body anymore, when there is a baby present. Carry that child to term responsibly, or you’re a murderer.

No, I’m sorry, but that’s idiotic.  It’s my body no matter what.  If I wanted to get an abortion i’d get a fucking abortion regardless if that made me a murderer in someone who doesn’t have to actually carry a baby’s eyes.  Birth control being more widely available is a serious issue.  You’re stupid if you think every situation that leads to abortion makes someone a murderer.  11 year old gets raped by her cousin “No girl, you carry that child, you squeeze that out of your currently underdeveloped vagina.  It’s the right thing to do.  You’re a murderer if you don’t.  Who cares that it’ll emotionally scar you for life and you’ll forever be reminded of it every time you look at your child or cousin.  It’s the humane thing to do.  If you were older you’d understand.”  Shit, the same thing happened to a nine year old “Who the fuck cares if you’re only a baby yourself, you’re totally going to go through with this, I don’t care if it’ll nearly kill you or damage your insides.  Raise that baby like a good non-murderer.”  

Then we go overseas where it’s all “You’re pregnant out of wedlock, let’s stone you to death instead of giving you and others like you birth control or the option to abort.  I’m sorry that we live in such a fucked up society that if I force myself on you and get pregnant you’re still the one who is shamed.  Wait no I’m not, suck it up and deal with it”, “You’ve been told your baby is dying in the womb, no abortion for you girl, you have to keep it and die of blood poisoning.  Too bad we could have avoided it if we were more understanding of a woman and her body”.

Open your eyes for God’s sake.  You can’t even get pregnant, you’re a man and I get that you have a right to your unborn child and the potential for mental trauma.  But you personally are not at risk of dying from pregnancy complications.  You personally are not at risk of being shunned by your community and killed for carrying someone elses child.  You personally are not having to carry the mental and physical scars of going through an unwanted pregnancy with your potential rapists child.  You personally are not at risk of being considered used, dirty and unwanted because of something you could have avoided if proper health care was available to you.  You aren’t personally responsible for raising a child (or person with mental capacity of a child) who also has a child because “Abortion is murder in all circumstances”.

It’s not your body either, and until you have to deal with everything above then you cannot tell a woman what she can and cannot do with her body.

My roommate, laying it the fuck down.

Reblogging again because I really needed that ignorance to be addressed, and it was, and I needed that.

(Source: chamomiletears, via muchymozzarella)