Author: mooncustafer

kineticpenguin:

lord-kitschener:

Another reason why I really hate the “natural disasters are mother nature taking revenge and protecting itself from the evil humans!!!!” idea both IRL and in fiction is that, not only does it reinforce the idea that humans are some seperate force from nature, the fact is that the people who face the most death and devastation from natural disasters are almost always the poorest and most marginalized, the ones with the least say in a society where the rich and powerful choose to destroy the environment for their profit

It always pisses me off when some character says something like “maybe we deserve this/don’t deserve to survive this,” especially because nobody else ever argues with them about it or just says “well fuck you then.” It’s just supposed to be taken at face value that humanity is bad and deserves all the bad things that happen to it (except maybe our plucky protagonists).

If you assume natural disasters are a punishment sent by God/the Universe, you are forced to conclude that the worst sin is to be someone living in poverty below sea-level.

Sen. Jeff Merkley denied entry to immigrant detention center

plavapticica:

whyyoustabbedme:

Modern day concentration camps

This is America

Some of them are using converted detention camps that held Japanese American citizens during WW2. Please look into supporting groups like Detention Watch, RAICES, Texas Civil Rights Project and United We Dream to help those fighting for family reunification and freedom.

Sen. Jeff Merkley denied entry to immigrant detention center

feathersescapism:

star-anise:

meanmisscharles:

meatfighter:

Now I can’t help but imagine a 60 year old seriel killer at a millenials door waiting, mad as fuck, checking his watch , and leaving out of frustration and writes a blog post about how millenials are ruining this country

Are Millennials Killing The Serial Killer Industry?

Serial killers in Ohio tried to target men whose disappearance nobody would notice, but thanks to modern technology, their friends and families raised the alarm almost instantly.

So, hopefully, yes.

I watch a lot of true-crime, and specifically murder stuff – what I’m interested in is actually the investigation and the closure, not LURID DETAILS OF THE CRIME or whatever – and I have got to tell you: the pre-mid-2000s world was fucking weird with this shit in ways that absolutely, absolutely enabled murders and undermined investigations. 

Eight year old children would go missing, unexpectedly and with no possible reasonable explanation, and their families would still get told by the police, “oh they just ran away, kids run away sometimes”, and no investigation would happen for over a week. 

And that’s eight year old kids with zero actual Active Horrible Reasons for police indifference: these were often white, middle-class kids with good grades, no physical disabilities, etc. The ones you’d think society would value. It was assumed, culturally/by those who worked in the law/etc that even kids like that would Just Run Away For Days Sometimes. 

Forget if it’s a teenager, forget if they’re not white or if they’re poor or if they ever even so much as yelled at their mom in public or smoked a cigarette where someone could see. 

As for adults, if you didn’t find a huge pool of blood and/or the actual mangled body, clearly they’d just decided to go missing! Adults were allowed to do that, your daughter/sister/friend just probably got tired of her husband and ran off, your son/brother/friend just couldn’t hack being married anymore and took off! 

There’s a gradual change in that over the decades but honestly not much, as far as I can tell: the Amber Alert stuff started in 1996 but the criteria for it were really stringent and specific, for example. Until suddenly mid-2000s it’s a huge change. 

Obviously the ubiquity of mobile technology is part of it: we’re no longer a society where it is in any way normal for someone to be unreachable. Indeed, total cessation of all communication was recently used as proof of someone’s death in absence of their corpse in a murder trial in Ontario. But I also feel like someone in the 2000s was doing some hard-core number crunching. 

Because one of the things we do know now (and it’s taught to law-enforcement/etc) is that almost nobody goes Completely Missing unless Bad Shit Is Happening. Even people who cut contact with a certain set of people are almost always in contact with others and if you have police level resources you can track some kind of contact down. Kids who “run away” …go to friends’ houses, go to relatives’ houses, go to some pretty predictable places within urban areas and so on. 

So if someone’s actually unfindable, it basically means Something Really Bad Happened, and if it’s not treated accordingly it’s because the actual specific law-enforcement response to that one is Particularly Shite, rather than just being … how we assume the universe works means we don’t even look, like it was back then. 

These days, almost nobody goes missing for very long: within a few days to a few weeks we either find them or their body and while the latter is really damn sad it’s, you know. Not missing. And they especially don’t go missing without someone having seriously fucked the dog on the investigation somewhere along the line.*

It is SO WEIRD to watch stuff on Older Cases, and the absolute seeming unconcern about people disappearing, though. SO WEIRD. 

*there are a number of examples of these, ngl, but the thing about them now is that they really are an obvious case of “you didn’t care about these people so you didn’t bother following up”. 

prompt: rey gives finn romantic advice to help him with poe, poe gives finn romantic advice to help him with rey. finn sweats

ignitesthestars:

“You should tell him.”

Finn yelps. It’s a very masculine yelp, obviously, but – Rey has this habit, lately. Of popping up where he least expects it.

“Tell who what?” he asks, when his heart rate comes down.

Rey widens her eyes at him, and jerks her head at Poe. “You were staring. Again.”

“What? No I wasn’t.” He forces a laugh. Poe got a new jacket. It fits him good. Really– “You’re staring.”

“I’m not staring.”

“Just tell him already. You’re driving me insane!” She flicks his nose gently; he bats at her hand. “It’s not doing wonders for your brain, either.”

It occurs to Finn that she thinks he has feelings for Poe.

It occurs to Finn that she’s not exactly wrong. He scowls down at her. “Didn’t you grow up on a desert planet in the middle of nowhere?”

She gives him a toothy grin. “Didn’t you grow up in a place where literally everyone dressed the same?”

“I don’t see how that makes you any more qualified.”

“Qualified to do what?” A heavy arm drapes around his shoulders, reeling him in. Another hand lifts towards Rey, and performs some strange sort of pilot handshake that he isn’t allowed to know. Rey’s whole face lights up as she and Poe (and it’s Poe, of course it’s Poe, the world doesn’t love Finn enough for it to not be Poe) make explosion sounds out of the corners of their mouths.

It’s so cute, he’s pretty sure he’s going to die. Straight up expire.

“Uh.” He looks to Rey for help, but her gaze has conveniently slid away to some other location. “Stuff?”

Poe raises his eyebrows at her. “You having trouble dealing with the stuff, Rey?”

“Actually, I’m finding the stuff fairly all right. Finn might be having a little trouble, though.”

“I’m fine with the stuff!” he says loudly. Poe’s arm still hasn’t moved. Rey’s face still looks like it could set the world afire with joy. Finn is in monumental amounts of trouble.

“Then I suppose I should leave you to it,” Rey says, nudging him. And before he can say anything at all, she’s off across the base, weaving through people with an almost preternatural sort of grace.

Both Poe and Finn just watch her for a moment. And then it passes, and the pilot is gripping him by the shoulders, looking Very Seriously into his eyes. “Listen,” he says, also Very Seriously. “I think you should tell her.”

Finn groans. Very Loudly.

It’s much later when he manages to extricate himself from that particular conversation, and he’s pretty sure all the blood in his body has lurched to his head. He just about knocks over General Organa of all people, because that’s the sort of day he’s having.

She squints at him, and he has the disquieting impression that she’s reading his mind.

….She’s not, right?

“Tell ‘em both at the same time,” she advises. “We could use the entertainment around here.”

The fact that he doesn’t die on the spot is, Finn feels, a testament to his strength and perseverance.