anghraine:

incognitajones
replied to your post “I obviously have my bias in the unending discourse over genderbending,…”

…an OC? [head tilt] does not compute

The logic, as far as I can tell, is that gender is not only essential to some people’s identities but everyone’s, while things like culture and time period are nonessential and therefore mutable. So an AU character who’s been socialized in a different culture = a version of the character (maybe an OOC version in execution, but a version), while an AU character who’s been socialized as a different gender = fundamentally a different person = OC.

The end result is a ton of “you should just write them as an OC because they are” that flies around in the general discourse, with apparently zero comprehension that people don’t want to write about any character, they want that character.

stoneandbloodandwater:

fromchaostocosmos:

fromchaostocosmos:

cutecreative:

hymnsofheresy:

hachama:

hymnsofheresy:

ravenclaw-burning:

hymnsofheresy:

when christian artists change the line in hallelujah from “maybe there’s a God above” to “I know that there’s a God above” >:c

#idk why i’m so unreasonably angry#maybe cuz it’s my fav line

it’s also because Leonard COHEN (!) was Jewish and this is a quintessentially Jewish line, and changing it to that level of Annoying Certainty is stripping it of its Jewish meaning and imbuing it with that particularly American smug evangelical Christian attitude that makes me tired, so very tired

THAT IS EXACTLY WHY

I don’t think I’ve heard any cover artist sing my favorite verses

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

um woah

I will always hit the reblog button so hard for Hallelujah but ESPECIALLY mentions of the elusive final verses which are just about my favorite lyrics ever. Why do people always omit the best part of the song??

In Yiddish

In Hebrew

In Ladino

Yeah, I wonder why the verses that reference specific Jewish mystical and chassidic concepts that aren’t readily understood by American “I love Jews, you know, Jesus was Jewish!” Christians never get any airtime. Funny that.

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

These are specifically about Chassidic Jewish theories of the holy language, how each letter and combination of letters in Hebrew contains the essence of the divine spark and if used correctly, can unlock or uncover the divine spark in the mundane material word. And of course, there are secret names of God which, when spoken by any ordinary human would kill them, but if you are worthy and holy and righteous can be used to perform miracles or even to behold the glory of God face-to-face. The words themselves have power. Orthodox Jews often won’t even pronounce the word “hallelujah” in it’s entirety in conversation, because the “yah” sound at the end is a True Name of God (there are hundreds, supposedly) and thus too holy to say outside of prayer.

None of this is to mention how David’s sin in sleeping with Batshevah (the subject of much of the song, with a brief deviation to Shimshon and Delilah) is considered the turning point in the Tanach that ultimately dooms the Davidic line at the cosmological level and thus dooms Jewish sovereignty and independence altogether. From a Christian perspective this led to Jesus, the King of Kings, and that’s all very well and good for them, but for the Jews, the Davidic line never returned and is the central tragedy of the total arc of the Torah. Like, our Bible doesn’t have a happy ending? And that’s what this song is about? There’s no Grace – you just have to sit with the sin and its consequence.

Of course, Cohen is referencing all of this ironically, and personalizing these very high-level religious concepts. Like the point of this song is that Cohen, the songwriter, is identifying with David, the psalmist, and identifying his own sins with David’s. The ache that you hear in this song is that the two thousand year exile that resulted from one wrong night of passion and Cohen feels that the pain he has caused to his lover is of equally monumental infamy. Basically, in a certain light, the whole of Psalms is a vain effort for David to atone for his sin and I think Cohen was writing this song in wonderment that David could eternally praise the God who would not forgive him and would force him and his people into exile. But he ultimately gets how you have to surrender to the inexorable force of God in the face of your own inadequacies and how to surrender is to worship and to worship is to praise – hence, Hallelujah. You can either do the right thing and worship God from the start, or you can fuck up, be punished, and thus be forced to beg for His forgiveness. It’s the terrible inevitability of praise that’s driving him mad.

Like honestly, I identify with this song so strongly as an off-the-derech Jew, I sometimes wonder what Christians can possibly hear in this song, as it speaks so specifically to the sadomasochistic relationship that a lapsed Jew has with their God. It’s such a different song from a Christian theological perspective it’s almost unrecognizable, man. This song continues to be a wonder of postmodern Jewish theology and sexuality from start to finish. Don’t let anyone give you any “Judeo-Christian” narishkeit. This is a Jewish song.

(Sorry about the wild tangent it’s just 2AM and I love this song so dang much, you guys.)

Why Americans Are the Weirdest People in the World

welcometoyouredoom:

As the three continued their work, they noticed something else that was remarkable: again and again one group of people appeared to be particularly unusual when compared to other populations—with perceptions, behaviors, and motivations that were almost always sliding down one end of the human bell curve.

In the end they titled their paper “The Weirdest People in the World?” (pdf) By “weird” they meant both unusual and Western, Educated, Industrialized, Rich, and Democratic. It is not just our Western habits and cultural preferences that are different from the rest of the world, it appears. The very way we think about ourselves and others—and even the way we perceive reality—makes us distinct from other humans on the planet, not to mention from the vast majority of our ancestors. Among Westerners, the data showed that Americans were often the most unusual, leading the researchers to conclude that “American participants are exceptional even within the unusual population of Westerners—outliers among outliers.”

Given the data, they concluded that social scientists could not possibly have picked a worse population from which to draw broad generalizations. Researchers had been doing the equivalent of studying penguins while believing that they were learning insights applicable to all birds.

Why Americans Are the Weirdest People in the World

serakosumosu:

autasticanna:

butterflyinthewell:

Routine is like GPS in my brain. I know my routes, but it’s still nice to hear them “declared” at the right times. But instead of destinations, it tells me what I need to do next in my mind.

“Approaching leave bed protocol.”

“Enter your computer chair from the left side.”

“Now you may proceed to enter and leave your computer chair from the right side.”

And so on and so on.

Then my routine gets changed. GPS gets stuck.

“You performed the shower protocol early. Recalculating… recalculating… recalculating…”

And it can’t give me the altered route until I’ve completed the “right” steps at the “wrong” times if, say, I have to shower a day earlier than I usually do for an event taking place on the actual shower day.

Then I can proceed more or less as I normally do until the day of the event comes. Then my mental GPS needs the times I should be ready to leave and when the event starts to help me calibrate a protocol.

“It is 2:30pm. Time to prepare to leave. You should be ready to leave by 3:00pm. (Usual “get dressed” instructions here.)”

Those extra 30 minutes of “nothing” is time I use to finish up whatever I was doing and be ready for transitioning to leaving the house. My usual protocol when I reach a destination is find and use the bathroom there. I get super cranky if I can’t, because my body is a thing of habit and it’s not fun to do anything when your body is screaming at you that it has to pee.

Now, when my routine is already shuffled to hell, and somebody throws info at me that tells me my routine is going to get even more messed up, all I can think about is my brain will be saying “Recalculating… recalculating… recalculating…” to me for two days instead of one. I can’t make those pieces fall into place in my brain.

When my brain can’t put something together, it crashes in a meltdown.

Part of that confusion is I have to figure out my “disconnect from x activity to prepare for y activity” when a disruption is approaching. Throwing more stuff at me means those calculations get thrown to hell. I try to calculate my transition times in preparation for disruptions in routine. 

Telling me more disruptions are coming breaks my mental GPS. I freak out thinking I will forget to recalculate because I’m still recalculating for another disruption. I get stuck on the recalculating more than the actual disruption.

That’s why I have meltdowns over “insignificant” changes in routine, such as people not checking with me and telling me I now have to wake up at buttcrack o’clock in the morning for a technician to come check out why my internet keeps cutting out. This weekend is already so chaotic with stuff happening that I would’ve told my mom to wait until Monday.

That is the one autism thing my mom just doesn’t get: I cannot handle a ton of changes in routine in a row. I just can’t. I had a burnout in 2016 because literally every day in December broke some part of my routine at the last minute. I stressed out so bad that I collapsed and barely recovered in time for Christmas.

And it’s not that I don’t try to handle it. I do. I write stuff on my calendar and everything. It’s the mental recalculating and knowing I have *more* to recalculate that turns my brain into radioactive soup.

Yo this is a very good metaphor I’ll have to use this later

This describes what happens perfectly.

howtofightloneliness:

I see so many fics about Garak and Bashir that are sweet or sexy, and they’re tons of fun, but what I don’t see enough of is the most compelling aspect of their relationship: the fact that Garak is a deeply damaged individual. He is much older than Julian, a different species, and from a totally different background. Where Bashir’s parents risked everything to enhance him and give him a fighting chance in the world, Garak’s father denied their relationship and turned Garak into an efficient wreck. He’s a liar, a murderer, a spy and a torturer, and even his good guy progression can’t change some of that. His charm and good-naturedness is a mask, and if he ever only showed Julian his beaming sarcasm and witty banter in the bedroom (as most fanfics would have us believe), then their relationship was never real. Even the TV episodes show more than that! In The Wire alone, we see Garak scream at and attack Bashir, lie to him repeatedly, and communicate his need for help through strategically placed clues. It’s the closest he can come to revealing himself, because that IS him. It’s all true, “especially the lies,” because that is what Garak consists of. His groanings about sartorial choices and human rituals are characteristic, but they don’t compose his character. I want to see more of the REAL Garak; and, if he can’t give that, more of Bashir’s real frustration at not receiving it.

Spend a day with the Voyager of your choice….

ariella884:

If you could spend an entire day with any member of the Voyager crew, who would it be and how would you spend it?

It could be set in any time frame (Present day or in the Trek Universe), and money is not an option.

And if you can’t pick just one member…list each member and how you would spend your day with them. Because let’s face it, I couldn’t choose just one either 🙂

*tilts head and hums a moment*

Chakotay or Janeway or Seven of Nine.

Chakotay – before 2369, just something quiet, maybe camping, hanging out and enjoying the quiet of a nice day. Possibly geeking out about history, because. Get a hug before the end of the day, because I bet he gives the best hugs.

Janeway – sometime during the journey through the Delta Quadrant, probably after Scorpion and before Equinox. A day on the holodeck, doing something that gets her out of her head for a while. Possibly make pointed observations about her chemistry with her first officer, and why certain Starfleet regulations are honestly not good for her mental health on a long journey like the one Voyager is on, and that her crew needs her not to be neglecting her mental health just for the sake of some regulations.

Seven – get her dragged out of her own universe and spend it here, and introduce her to some friends and possibly to some specific stuff that I think she might find helpful in figuring out how to people that might not be available to her in her own universe and time.

Things I never knew about depression until I finally had a doctor explain the disease to me

evilkillerpoptarts:

ravynfyre:

ruenesca:

the-scottish-costume-guy:

bobcatmoran:

lacommunarde:

robotcas:

aeroknot:

aeroknot:

yemme:

thedevils-playmate:

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:

avalugg:

xianimoon:

academicfeminist:

Depression can manifest as irrational anger.

My complete and total inability to keep anything clean or tidy for any amount of time is a symptom of my depression. I may never be able to do this. It’s important that I remember that and forgive myself when I clean something out (like my car) and it ends up trashed within a week.

Depression IS A DISABILITY. Requiring accommodations is okay.

Medications don’t make you better, they don’t cure your depression. They serve as an aid. Their purpose is to help you get to everyone else’s minimal level of functioning.

Depression can cycle through periods of inactivity. This doesn’t mean it’s gone away.

The reason I don’t feel like other people understand me is because … well … other people DON’T understand me. They can’t. They don’t have my disability.

Paranoia is par for the course.

Depression can and will interfere with your physical mobility. Forgive yourself when you can’t physically do something.

It’s entirely possible that I may never be able to live by myself. I can’t take care of myself. I need help to do it. And that’s okay.

As someone who suffers from depression and who experiences all these things as well I think this is important and needs to be reblogged.
Depression is a very difficult thing, not only for people who suffer from it, but for everyone who knows a depressed person. My family doesn’t know how to deal with it, my friends try their very best to support me and I have tried to pretend I was fine until I was in ninth grade.

Everything makes so much more sense

Depression is a disease of the brain. The brain is an organ. When organs are not functioning properly, you are advised to see a doctor and get help. So why is it so hard to understand that the brain can suffer as well, and that we need help for it?

The brain controls the body. A sick brain means a sick body.

….
Shit.

Don’t disregard it as just sadness.  Depression is life threatening.

The day I rebuked someone for saying “depression is in your head” with the comeback “Yes. And there’s an organ in your head called the brain – or at least in MY head, sounds to me like you don’t have one at the present moment – and a brain is a physical component of the body, therefore depression is a Physical ailment”…

that day was the day I took my first step toward accepting it as a disability and forgiving myself for having to live with something so stigmatized

and;

when people attribute depression to being “all in your head,” what they’re really doing is connecting your illness to an expectation of sufferers being virtuous and having enough willpower, almost making it an issue of personal integrity, as if fostering and growing those is the only – or even the most effective – “cure,” and if you’re weak in those areas and not persevering hard enough, then it’s a moral failing

it’s not

I do all this and regularly forget it can be the depression and fall back into berating myself. Its good to remember

Also, you will be exhausted. You cannot work long hours no matter how much you’d like to because it will start pulling on your immune system and physical health a lot sooner than it does for other people. So stop comparing yourself to other people when it comes to how long you can work and start listening to how long it takes before you are exhausted. The added benefit of doing this is, when you find a medication that works, you will suddenly notice yourself getting more energy.

Depression is “all in your head” like hepatitis is “all in your liver.”

Its important to note that most bouts of major depression last no more than two years constant, if you have reoccuring depression it may not be major depression and idk that was a big thing for me to discover. I was always confused because other people I knew had gotten better and I just didnt… I had periods of being ok but at most a few months to a year then I was back to being depressed again. 

I’m just starting to come out of another major crash I think… I hope.

If you can and are comfortable, if you have reoccuring depression, or treatment resistant depression it is worth talking to your doctor about any concerns for how long its been lasting.

Note: – Im not saying if you’ve felt depressed for more than two years on the go you arent depressed, Im saying the type of depression it is may not be what you originally thought. Dysthymia is a form of long term low-level depression, that is often treatment resistant though not always.I suffer from Dysthymia with bouts of major depression.

I have beaten myself up over and over again to a very dangerous place because of the fact that I don’t have my own place. I had to move back in with my folks when things got so bad I ended up homeless. I suffer from G.AD. (generalized anxiety disorder), depression, and bipolar and I get scared and still do with the reality that I may never be able to live alone. How do you cope with that, especially if you might possibly be asexual and will may not have a partner or family member to help you out?

@evilkillerpoptarts anyone ever tell you that you are amazing?

@ravynfyre thank you. 

Depression is fucking exhausting.

clevermanka:

“The first bombshell on our list concerns the origins and spread of agriculture. There is no longer any support for the view that it marked a major transition in human societies. In those parts of the world where animals and plants were first domesticated, there actually was no discernible ‘switch’ from Palaeolithic Forager to Neolithic Farmer. The ‘transition’ from living mainly on wild resources to a life based on food production typically took something in the order of three thousand years. While agriculture allowed for the possibility of more unequal concentrations of wealth, in most cases this only began to happen millennia after its inception. In the time between, people in areas as far removed as Amazonia and the Fertile Crescent of the Middle East were trying farming on for size, ‘play farming’ if you like, switching annually between modes of production, much as they switched their social structures back and forth. Moreover, the ‘spread of farming’ to secondary areas, such as Europe – so often described in triumphalist terms, as the start of an inevitable decline in hunting and gathering – turns out to have been a highly tenuous process, which sometimes failed, leading to demographic collapse for the farmers, not the foragers. Clearly, it no longer makes any sense to use phrases like ‘the agricultural revolution’ when dealing with processes of such inordinate length and complexity. Since there was no Eden-like state, from which the first farmers could take their first steps on the road to inequality, it makes even less sense to talk about agriculture as marking the origins of rank or private property. If anything, it is among those populations – the ‘Mesolithic’ peoples – who refused farming through the warming centuries of the early Holocene, that we find stratification becoming more entrenched; at least, if opulent burial, predatory warfare, and monumental buildings are anything to go by. In at least some cases, like the Middle East, the first farmers seem to have consciously developed alternative forms of community, to go along with their more labour-intensive way of life. These Neolithic societies look strikingly egalitarian when compared to their hunter-gatherer neighbours, with a dramatic increase in the economic and social importance of women, clearly reflected in their art and ritual life (contrast here the female figurines of Jericho or Çatalhöyük with the hyper-masculine sculpture of Göbekli Tepe). Another bombshell: ‘civilization’ does not come as a package. The world’s first cities did not just emerge in a handful of locations, together with systems of centralised government and bureaucratic control. In China, for instance, we are now aware that by 2500 BC, settlements of 300 hectares or more existed on the lower reaches of the Yellow River, over a thousand years before the foundation of the earliest (Shang) royal dynasty. On the other side of the Pacific, and at around the same time, ceremonial centres of striking magnitude have been discovered in the valley of Peru’s Río Supe, notably at the site of Caral: enigmatic remains of sunken plazas and monumental platforms, four millennia older than the Inca Empire. Such recent discoveries indicate how little is yet truly known about the distribution and origin of the first cities, and just how much older these cities may be than the systems of authoritarian government and literate administration that were once assumed necessary for their foundation. And in the more established heartlands of urbanisation – Mesopotamia, the Indus Valley, the Basin of Mexico – there is mounting evidence that the first cities were organised on self-consciously egalitarian lines, municipal councils retaining significant autonomy from central government. In the first two cases, cities with sophisticated civic infrastructures flourished for over half a millennium with no trace of royal burials or monuments, no standing armies or other means of large-scale coercion, nor any hint of direct bureaucratic control over most citizen’s lives. Jared Diamond notwithstanding, there is absolutely no evidence that top-down structures of rule are the necessary consequence of large-scale organization. Walter Scheidel notwithstanding, it is simply not true that ruling classes, once established, cannot be gotten rid of except by general catastrophe. To take just one well-documented example: around 200 AD, the city of Teotihuacan in the Valley of Mexico, with a population of 120,000 (one of the largest in the world at the time), appears to have undergone a profound transformation, turning its back on pyramid-temples and human sacrifice, and reconstructing itself as a vast collection of comfortable villas, all almost exactly the same size. It remained so for perhaps 400 years. Even in Cortés’ day, Central Mexico was still home to cities like Tlaxcala, run by an elected council whose members were periodically whipped by their constituents to remind them who was ultimately in charge. The pieces are all there to create an entirely different world history. For the most part, we’re just too blinded by our prejudices to see the implications. For instance, almost everyone nowadays insists that participatory democracy, or social equality, can work in a small community or activist group, but cannot possibly ‘scale up’ to anything like a city, a region, or a nation-state. But the evidence before our eyes, if we choose to look at it, suggests the opposite. Egalitarian cities, even regional confederacies, are historically quite commonplace. Egalitarian families and households are not. Once the historical verdict is in, we will see that the most painful loss of human freedoms began at the small scale – the level of gender relations, age groups, and domestic servitude – the kind of relationships that contain at once the greatest intimacy and the deepest forms of structural violence. If we really want to understand how it first became acceptable for some to turn wealth into power, and for others to end up being told their needs and lives don’t count, it is here that we should look. Here too, we predict, is where the most difficult work of creating a free society will have to take place.”

— David Graeber and David Wengrow in How to Change the Course of Human History

(via averyterrible)