Epochrosette - EpochRose

Life is a blank screen, and today, let's type a skull.

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

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Dur-nar back after a deployment and ready for some R&R!

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So this is great and all, but gatekeeping allyship with transfems? More people should read theory, great thesis. Posting at a broad swath of "fake" allies about how it's fucked up to say good things without being fully informed? Not really helping. We can in fact get TME allies to understand without calling them bullshit. Fuck anyone telling transfems to talk less about this or be quieter, I know how that goes, and I refuse to let that be the critique here. But there are so many better ways to advocate for our rights and needs. If you feel like most of the people posting nice things directed at transfems are a threat or somehow impeding progress, consider how helpful this rhetoric is. Alienation is how we get our solidarity fucked, not everyone that should or wants to will read theory, consider whether you knew that when you talk about this, if a large chunk of your target audience *will not* do it, are you not just giving yourself an excuse to paint them as the villain? I'm begging: redirect your energy, you can write posts that demand genuine understanding, that make the case for how transmisogyny is killing us, and what people on this site can do to help, but it's so much more effective to provide the education yourself. Yes that's work, but so is this. Stop biting people coming to try and understand, this theory is uncomfortable enough on its own. We can and should be pushing people to understand us, but do it effectively, for fucks sake. Be loud, demand understanding, accept empathy when it arrives.

hey, TME people: cut the bullshit. you’re only allowed to post shit like “we love & support trans women on this blog” if you’re willing to actually do some transfeminist reading. general kindness & good vibes isn’t enough any more — you have to pay attention to our political struggles, you have to follow up that general kindness with actual honest to god theory. start with Whipping Girl by Julia Serano, which is the origin of the word “transmisogyny”

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

He's right tho

this is intense and so incredibly good

comic for a zine~!

sorry I called you my love, it's because you're mine and I love you. I promise it will happen again

hey transfems on spiro! did you know you shouldn’t take ibuprofen while on spiro? yeah it fucks with your liver