atla has the clearest demonstration of the emo/goth dichotomy of any piece of modern media, i think. we as an audience know that zuko and mai shouldn’t have ended up together, and this is because zuko (an emo) and mai (a goth) are so fundamentally different. in this essay, i will address th
While it is tempting to categorize Zuko as an emo, careful analysis reveals that he is actually a punk. While his constant angst is a symptom of an emo like nature, his lust for justice/ honor, his angry outbursts, and his teenage rebellion are far more in line with the subculture of punk. In my response, I will address th
Attempts by previous scholars to solidly categorize Zuko into either the emo or punk category are doomed to failure because they presuppose a sub-cultural dichotomy where none exists (though I do not debate that Mai is 100% goth). Instead, Zuko inhabits the emo-punk spectrum, with occasional forays into Fucking Nerd. Zuko’s character arc in ATLA can, in fact, be analyzed as the evolution of an Emo into a Punk through personal and external acceptance and love. In my analysis, I will explain how Zuko’s hair is symbolic of th
“If it doesn’t have a rainspout coming out of its mouth then technically it’s not a gargoyle – it’s a grotesque” is my favourite bit of architectural trivial because that is the most hilariously on-the-nose name ever. Like, fuck, it sure is!
Happy Labor Day. Today I learned about probably the first strike to happen IN SPACE.
[image is of three white men wearing brown NASA uniforms, posing with an American flag, a model of a space station, and a globe.
Text reads: “Early Labor Day post:
In 1973, three astronauts (Gerald P. Carr, Edward G. Gibson, and William R. Pogue) staged a strike in space on the US space station Skylab. Every hour of their day had been scheduled for weeks. They were given no time to rest. They told mission control to fix that and stopped talking to them for a day. As a result, astronauts now have time to rest between mission tasks. However, in an act of clear retaliation, none of the “mutinous” astronauts were allowed to fly into space again. They are largely unrecognized, despite the fact that the Space Strike is arguably the first assertion of human rights against authority made in space. These men deserve to have their names written into the stars as the people who helped make space a place for humans to be human. I’m going to make this a project to have either the US or International space halls of fame recognize their contributions.”]
(I added links to the men’s wikipedia pages)
Apparently Carr and Gibson are still alive (Pogue died in 2014). Hey @nasa, how about organizing a public honor for them? At minimum, how about updating their NASA biographies to include information about the strike?
I’m reading this queer anthology and the first story is a fairytale about a queer Latina girl whose anger was so fierce it literally poisoned the rich white men who unfairly captured the transgender soldier she was in love with and my heart is literally bursting I’m going to cry
the second story is about two queer girls who leave their husbands-to-be at the altar and flee together on a boat to become pirates IM FUCKING SCREAMING THIS IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF GAY CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR
okay this is the anthology and it’s entirely written by queer authors and inspired by the stories of real queer teens in history and it’s the most wholesome and epic thing I’ve read in a long while
The annual infestation of robins has begun. Each year they arrive here en masse, roosting in our trees and gorging themselves on fermented crabapples and berries. Some of them get completely hammered and fall out of trees or fly into the walls of our house. I haven’t had to rescue any so far this year, but it’s only a matter of time. Each time I step outside to gather firewood, I am greeted by the loud hum of hundreds of wings as they scatter in every direction in a drunken panic.
I’M REALLY FUCKING TIRED AND I THOUGHT THIS WAS SOME REALLY WEIRD BATMAN SHITPOST
“Hello? 911? Jason Todd just threw up on my roof. Please advise.”
We have had to rescue our cats from drunk and belligerent robins who found fermented pyracantha berries a treat – robins too drunk to stand up, let alone fly, but are perfectly willing to take on confused and horrified cats, one-on-one. Or, failing that, to take a nap on the cat.
I saw a sad facebook post from the gay bookstore back in Ann Arbor where I used to live about how they hadn’t sold any books that day so I went on their online store and bought a couple, and while you don’t get #deals like elsewhere online, I’d love it if y’all would consider buying your next gay book from them instead of like, Amazon.
Common Language is a great bookstore and while I’ve only been there once, I follow it on Instagram and really want to see it succeed!
This post is only a few days old, so let’s keep the ball rolling!
Tony Stark meeting Shuri for the first time goes a little like this in my mind??
Shuri not terrified, Shuri is brave and stubborn and knows she’s smarter than Tony. But she also knows that up until now Tony’s been under the impression that he’s the smartest and he’s the best. So she’s worried, not of him turning out to be smarter, but of him being insulted by her genius.
And they meet and Shuri show’s him her work and he stay’s ridiculously quiet through most of the ordeal, only asking questions here and there. Watching her work with the sand tables as she explains each item in her lab and Tony watches closely.
And then, she stops, cause she’s shown him everything and told him what everything is and she just looks at him and waits for the ‘this is child’s play’ comment and to have to defend herself against a man who doesn’t know shit.
And slowly Tony lifts up his sunglasses and his eyes are fucking shining and his grin is huge and he looks at her like she’s the best thing to touch planet earth and he just mutters, “I’ve never had to say this, but explain that again, and slower.”
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
She just wanted you to clean the house
No it’s actually been studied and proven that for people with anxiety and depression that it’s really good for us it gives us a sense of control, setting, and being well grounded. It allows to make a new place out of the old and is really relaxing
It is such a catch-22, that cleaning when you are depressed (and likely less able to gather the executive functioning to do so) also alleviates it. After having a good clean, I always feel more in control and less stressed. It’s the getting started that is the hardest part. The good news is, even a tiny bit of cleaning has a positive effect, so start with what you can manage.
Even if you just clean up the immediate area around you, even if you clean a little at a time or spaced out over days, you’ll feel lighter.
This!!
Even if all you can do is put three dishes in the dishwasher, or move the dirty laundry pile to outside the laundry door, or throw out that box of leftovers that have been sitting in the fridge for 2 weeks
it counts.
My therapy professor always gets his patients to just wipe the bathroom mirror when they’re feeling that way. Just the mirror, nothing more. But then by the time his patients are done with the mirror, most of them report “well, I was already in the bathroom, so I did the sink and tub too.” And before they know it, they’ve cleaned an entire bathroom.
My therapist once told me that, every day, I should try and do at least one thing that I either enjoyed, or gave me a sense of mastery. And honestly, the enjoyment thing can kind of seem overrated, especially when you feel like crap, but the mastery thing? Doing laundry or taking out the trash or whatever else I can bring myself to accomplish?
Holy shit, man… it’s /good/
This stuff saved my ass back when I had depression. Vacuuming the room, spraying some febreze shit and wiping some countertops works wonders.
tiny baby steps are helpful
do what you can, forgive yourself for what you can’t, and challenge yourself to do better tomorrow (and it’s okay to fail at this; just try again the next tomorrow)
MAKE A LIST.
like, when things are not terrible. break it down into teeny tiny steps. as small as you need. as someone else said somewhere else on Tumblr: don’t worry if someone else thinks it’s ridiculous, this is between you and God.
and then next time everything is shit, you don’t have to think, you just have to follow directions.
Kimchi and Justice 