Reblog If Your Name Isn't Amanda.

nothing brings me more joy than repeatedly doing a bit that my mother dislikes

There is this kind of Western narration that pisses me off, major time.

The Russian-angle narration.

I listen to some US news in the morning, and what do I hear?

There is a win for Ukraine? Yes. Is it because Ukrainian Army kicks ass? NO. It's because Russian Army is old and badly organised.

A village gets recovered by UA? Yes.

Do we get even a sentence that's NOT related to Russians? NO.

What we DO get? "Put yourself into the shoes of these Russian soldiers, poorly armed, abandoned by the command, running away..."

NO.

There is no fucking way I'm putting myself into some rashist's shoes. I absolutely decline to commiserate, to empathise or to even consider how much their life sucks.

Because you know whose life sucks more? Their victims. The people they klilled, raped, tortured, starved. And yes, maybe someone will shoot one Rusek or another. But it's not like the Ukrainians went to their neighbourhood too look for trouble - the rashists came over to conquer and colonise. It is their fate to get their asses kicked in retaliation.

Why is this narration persistent? Is it because people from the US can only commiserate with an invading army who is on enemy territory, and gets they arses handed to them, but not to someone who is actually DEFENDING THEIR MOTHERLAND?

Is it because all the wars that US of A has waged in the recent memory were fought on someone else's land? And never touched the continental states? Is it why you are unable to form a meaningful empathic connection to a civilian population whose lives have been upended so completely - because this never happened to anyone you know, or to any place that's close enough to home, for you to understand what it means to be INVADED, instead of being the INVADER?

The neurodivergent urge to do this

you see, you must bite your gods. don't get yourself a god you can't bite. maybe some that you shouldn't, yes, but otherwise you ought to have gods you can bite. and bite.

and then you must know what you're biting them for and what you expect.

some gods you bite and they'll bite you back, which is good. some gods you bite and it'll sharpen your teeth, and that is good as well. some gods you bite and you'll devour them instead and that is good, as well, again.

some gods you bite and it's a reward, and some you'll bite as penance, some as communion, some as sex, some as simple curiosity. some you bite and they break your teeth or tame you, and you must ask yourself whether this is what you desire.

but you must bite your gods.

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔩!

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A Cherry Orchard by the House… by Oleksandr Ivakhnenko, 1982

Omg, same!!! Somehow Emilia feels completely powerless in the beginning, and then instantly completely open to everything. Like if she just got Mary Sue'd, but for funny times

I'm around half way in Kingdom of the cursed and I just... nothing will beat the folk of the air series when it comes to lust and holding power against someone like Jude and Cardan. and I'm not sure if it has to do with the fact that they had a tit for tat that slowly escalated in to the "your gonna have to beg for it" energy because chapter 17 of the Kingdom of the cursed is kinda giving me the wrong vibes...

and when I paused the first thing that came to mind was if I read ch15 of TWK(I am fully aware of my obsession) without context will I have the same icky feeling? is it Emilia lacking power or her lack of participation in this game of provocation that I dislike

that sequence was so delish

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zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell