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Lego's Miscellany

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he/they ◈ 24 for what are we but collections of stories? elsewhere at legowerewolf.net I block users with no posts trying not to reblog AI shit, poke me if I slip

something i've noticed that has become really annoying in the past 10 years or so is this fad of what i've been calling, for lack of a better word, "structural whataboutism." it's that thing where, when faced with a concrete, resolvable problem in your community, your answer is to blame it on a vast, unsolvable issue of structural inequality and then throw up your hands. "there's trash all over the ground in this corner of the park" becomes "well, that's where MEN OF COLOR congregate after their 12-HOUR GRAVEYARD SHIFTS and i'm not going to support a CARCERAL SOLUTION to a CAPITALISTIC PROBLEM. WE NEED TO ELIMINATE POVERTY AND THE SUBJUGATION OF THE WORKING CLASS" and it's like okay but sis. someone still has to go pick up the trash. we don't need a carceral solution, we need more trash cans. you're not going to eliminate poverty and the subjugation of the working class and even if ya did, there would still be trash on the ground. how any of this passes for radicalism within their peer groups i simply don't understand. it's radical laziness more than anything else

I was on a canoe trip once with a river biologist who worked for the county. After we found and removed a car tire, she started talking about the annual river cleanup her department organized. From a water quality or ecological standpoint, removing shopping carts, car tires, and other macro trash from the river really wasn't that important, she said. The real threat to the river was industrial and agricultural runoff.

"But!" she said:

People who see a clean, trash-free river are more likely support laws to curb more harmful "systemic" forms of pollution. People who participate in river cleanups take pride in their work--their river!--and become evangelists for protecting it.

Immediate action leads to systemic awareness, which leads to systemic change.

Two years before I was born, my mother had a miscarriage.

An ectopic pregnancy—it would never have been viable. It scared my parents a little, but they tried again and had me… a few weeks premature, but otherwise without complications.

The miscarriage meant nothing. Obviously. Of course it didn’t. But when I learned of it as a child, I imagined that it would have been my brother, and I thought about what he would have been like. I pictured him as a ghost, aging parallel to me, and now and then I’d dress myself in clothing I imagined he would wear and pretend to be him, as if together we might both steal back a little of the lives the universe had denied us. Him, breathing, loved, named, alive; me, a boy, at last inhabiting my own body like a home.

I stole that ghost-boy’s name. It’s mine now. Ours, I suppose—it’s on my diploma. Sometimes I tell people that it’s a family name, but of course that isn’t true. I have lived a little of his life for him, imperfectly, in moments and fragments and in the quiet of my heart, in the casual assumptions of strangers. I accept the composite-thing I have become, even if it feels like an awkward compromise… one part a boy without a body, the other a body without a girl.

“why are you trans”

“well you see I used to roleplay my miscarried older brother’s ghost in a fit of only child loneliness and—”

man I love this but why are we like this

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my 1hr window of free time before i sleep HATES to see neil josten coming

I scrolled past this without second thought. Paused. Thought, wait, I've never seen a crane on the road. Scrolled back up. No answers. Typed this response, then noticed the book's author. What a whirlwind

I know that I'll certainly never be someone they'd build a memorial for, but if I could get one, I'd like to get one of those park bench statues that are sitting on the bench. Specifically of me sitting casually looking towards the other seat at an angle, looking intrigued with a "surprised but not disappointed" kind of a look on my face. Kind of a "huh, won't you look at that."

I want that specifically so people can make it a meme to post pictures of themselves showing me stuff. Like memes off their phone.

Or maybe things that they are proud of but don't have anyone else to show them to. Like your school graduation papers, this cool knitting project you finally finished, your baby who's never going to see their grandparents.

And I also want a clause that they will absolutely fucking never put those anti-homeless things of any kind on my damn bench. So if there's ever someone who's got nobody else to keep them company, they can at least spend the night with me.

💚👻 Meet the Ghost kid🖤

and his Goth girlfriend 💜

Thank you @fortnite-game for hiring me to make the Danny Phantom loading screen, I know the shop had a few errors but it should show up in the next couple days 🌝

All seriousness tho I've been a fan of this show since I was 11, it wasn't popular enough to have merch so I'd sculpt my own, and BOOM! one fortnite dlc goes up and EVERYONE LOVES HIM NOW, I really wonder how this will contribute to merch and the graphic novels, because just us die-hards have been keeping the phandom alive, imagine what we can do now when he's got his spirits back? 🤯

Truly kicking my feet and tearing up because I'm so happy to see our ghost boy get the love he deserves, so I threw together this poster in 40 hours? Even though it came out two days ago? Don't do the math I just need to sleep now haha

Happy ghosting and I'll see you in fortnite!

Doing some deep reading into Cherokee history for the project that I'm working on and I am continually amazed how fucking funny old Cherokee leaders were

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