The Love Of Knowledge Or Education Is A Blessing, But It's Rough To Live In A World Where It's Seen As

Serious Rant

Sorry I have to rant real quick because this bothers me so much, not to mention it makes me sick.

TW// Topics of abuse, swearing

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Why is it that male domestic abuse victims don’t nearly get as much attention as female?!

Seriously, did you know that about 40% or more of domestic violence victims are men? I bet you didn’t, because it’s constantly overshadowed by the 60% of female victims. I know 40% doesn’t sound like a lot, but god it pisses me off how much male victims are brushed off in favor for females.

Lemme make something clear: every victim, no matter their gender, race or religion, is valid. This blatant ignorance of this has to stop.

Oh, and to the uneducated ones who say it’s victim blaming to blame the female perpetrators? Please… open. Your f*cking. Eyes! If someone is abused, the gender should not be the first priority. It should be the situation and trying to find a solution to help the victim!

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that this sort of mentality is not only kind of misandrist, but also really damaging. This sort of thinking can make male victims feel like they don’t matter, which is a load of bullsh*t! Male victims are victims too, and telling them “you’re a man” and to “suck it up” is not helpful. It’s just pushing the narrative that they don’t matter. They are no less of men than they were before. And if anything, the mere act of speaking up about their experience is incredibly brave..

My point still stands that this sort of thing should be addressed. Male victims are just as important as female victims. Please remember this. And to all the male domestic violence victims out there, who are too scared to speak out…

You are not alone. There will always be someone who will listen to you. Please… just hold on…

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit off brand for me, but I had to get this off my chest because it makes me sad and angry at the same time.

So. I'm almost done with The Wingfeather Saga.

I'm reading the 88 chapter ("Sailing Home") from The Warden And The Wolf King and I feel inexplicably uneasy. Please God, I just want Janner, Kalmar and Leeli to have a happy ending and live together with their friends and family on Anniera 😭😭😭😭 no more worries, no more trauma for them. I just want them to get to be kids once again and play on the castle grounds.

Please, can anyone encourage me to keep reading? I'M SO TENSE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.

What does in defense of imago dei mean?

It's the foundation of my sense of justice and indeed entire worldview, a recognition that every human being is created uniquely in the image of God and deserves to be viewed from that perspective and treated accordingly. It largely aligns with the consistent life ethic but I think I apply the concept a bit differently, and the base motive is less about behaving ethically (though that is an important consequence) and more about aligning myself with God's point of view.

Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

Genesis 1:26‭-‬27 NIV

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

"This is the part where the floor drops, right?"

Things to say in a crowded elevator, go.

I love my little brother so much

Anyway, y’all should tell me your top 5 favorite hymns (but watch out! I am reading into it)

went to the gym with a pretty girl. haven't stopped thinking about pretty girl all day. want to go to the gym again with her tomorrow. it wasn't a date, the most touching we did was when i taught her how to properly dap. it wasn't a date, only the reason i woke up anxious and early in the morning and counted down the hours till i was ready to leave. it wasn't a date, it was just a hangout, just a quick couple of push ups and a breakfast together.

it wasn't a date, it wasn't a date, it wasn't a date.

I'm terrified of turning her into an object, into some puppet for my mind to blow out of proportion. I refuse to lust over her, all I can think about are her eyes and her smile and her voice and her future. I'm desperate to get to know her deeper, to know all her ins and outs and hopes and fears and dreams and desires and how to make them her every day. I refuse to simp over her, keeping in mind she has her own life outside of mine, remembering that she's a human with flaws and problems and insecurities just like everyone else.

I went to the gym with a girl, not a goddess.

Yet my heart just yearns to worship.

God help me to not.

Reblogging for two reasons

A: Never have I read anything more scarily accurate than this

B:OMGG BOOKS OF BEGINNING FANS IN THE WILD???

so, you know the nightmare before christmas? you know the three kids that are oogie boogie's henchpeople? the two idiot boys dressed as a skeleton and a demon, and the bossy done-with-this girl dressed as a witch? these kids:

they have the exact same energy as jake, beetles, and abigail

Hi, Clair. I’d like to come in and talk with you. Would that be all right?