Stuff No One Told Me

if we should protect children because they are vunerable, this means you would protect cruel children who bullies people who different than them then. the children who responsible to trauma for someone else's entire years

You're assuming that "protecting" children is the same as absolving them of responsibility and that's not what I said. All children are vulnerable, because all children are children; they don't come out of the womb with a perfectly working moral compass anymore than they come out of it waiting to hurt people--they're vulnerable because their understanding of the world is entirely at the mercy of what we, as adults, consistently tell them and show them. Children behaving cruelly aren't exempt from that--they learn that cruelty from somewhere, or someone. Your job, as the adult, is to make sure they understand that it's unacceptable so it will not happen again--but your job is also to ask why someone that young is behaving this way to begin with, so you can ensure they become better.

"Protecting" kids is not ignoring when they hurt or torment others, it's not refusing to teach them consequences or right from wrong, it's not "zero tolerance" policies in schools that treat a child being bullied and the child bullying them as equal instigators, and it's certainly not protecting them from recognizing, and atoning for, the pain they have caused someone else. You don't have to make peace with the now-adults who hurt you when you both were kids, but you cannot let the horrors of your own childhood impact how you treat or respond to the children living theirs around you right now, either.

You don't protect kids so they can get a free pass for bullying or tormenting another child. You protect them because kids are impulsive, emotionally reactive, and profoundly social (which means deeply impressionable) human beings who are still learning & processing insane amounts of information every day about what it means to be alive, to be alive as yourself, to be alive as yourself with other people. Protecting them is realising that you can't isolate the responsibility of a 10 year old from the bigger responsibility of the literal grown adults around them, adults who are in charge of teaching them about the world and how to behave in it. Whether you have children of your own in the future or not is completely irrelevant to this; we all become those adults eventually--no matter what happened to us as kids.

The news and videos coming from Gaza today are so beyond horrifying and grim.

Israeli jets bombed thousands of civilians fleeing to South Gaza on a route they were told was safe.

Al-Buraq school, where thousands of displaced civilians took refuge was attacked and at least 20 have been killed.

Israeli forces open fired at Al-Quds hospital. One was killed and the majority of wounded were children.

Israeli tanks have multiple hospitals in Gaza surrounded, trapping all those taking refuge inside.

me, who just choose to sleep instead and wake up to eat instant noodle T_T

i dont trust bitches that can have a long day and then go home and make a full dinner bc yk who else could do that? hannibal lecter

posting on twitter and getting no likes feels like saying something, everyone in the room turning and looking, then turning back around and ignoring you. posting on tumblr and getting no notes feels like having a conversation with yourself in the mirror in a room full of people who are also having conversations with themselves in the mirror.

The picture shows a bag containing a body or remains, and it is labeled: "Oday Abu Mohsen (or maybe Hasan), just one day old, he hasn't been issued a birth certificate yet, but a death certificate has been issued for him."

Oday, one-day old, was murdered by Israeli forces in an airstrike that targeted his house. He didn’t even get a birth certificate yet, but he now has a death certificate though! #Gaza

OTP: people will say we're in love

Why I ship it |Well, I explained most of my reasons in this post, but I’ll run through some of the basics and try not to ramble. (“Let me explain…no, there is too much. Let me sum up.”)

Hannibal and Clarice need each other. They both have holes to fill in their lives, and chortle all you want about Starling’s “Electra complex,” but you know what? She still needs him. She doesn’t need a FATHER, she just needs SOMEONE. Hannibal is her someone, and she is his - she is his Mischa, if you will.

Hannibal heals Clarice. She had this deep resentment that even she wasn’t willing to face in terms of her father and his death, and ultimately, he frees her from that. He opens new doors for her. I don’t think he changes her so much as helps her grow and learn - always good things.

Hannibal is one of the only men in Clarice’s life who does not simply WANT her. I’m sure he finds her quite beautiful, but he has bigger concerns than her physical appearance. He doesn’t lust after her in the way that Krendler does. He wants to get inside her head, and he likes what he finds there. He respects her.

Clarice chooses Hannibal. She dreamt about him, cried over him, found him impossible to forget, and finally, she proved she was a match for him - “Why isn’t there a place for her in you?” She had the freedom to walk away, but she stayed.

Hannibal and Clarice save each other’s lives, but Clarice is never a “damsel in distress”; she can kick ass, and Hannibal only steps in when he must. What’s more, she is also totally capable of saving HIM. Literally.

Also because…

“Good-bye, Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?” "Yes. Yes. Yes, I’ll tell you.“ “Do you promise?” "Yes.“ She reached across the barrier and took it. For an instant the tip of her forefinger touched Dr. Lecter’s. The touch crackled in his eyes.

"People will say we’re in love.”

“Orion is above the horizon now…I expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same. Clarice.”

“You are a warrior, Clarice.”

“Did you ever wonder, Clarice, why the Philistines don’t understand you? It’s because you’re the answer to Samson’s riddle: You are the honey in the lion.”

Should time reverse and teacups come together, a place could be made for Mischa in the world. The worthiest place that Dr. Lecter knew: Starling’s place.

“Between iron and silver. I think that is appropriate for you.”

“If I saw you every day, forever, I’d remember this time.”

“Hannibal Lecter, did your mother feed you at her breast?” … “You won’t have to give up this one.”

And a thousand other quotes, but I don’t want to go overboard.

I hope this all makes sense and isn’t rambling. It’s not all of the reasons, but I don’t know if I can properly articulate them all. They might be better said in the post I linked above.

Vincent van Gogh, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters

The last setences got me laughing :V

Hi my name is Count Doctor Hannibal Lecter VIII M.D. im a cannibal (that’s how I got my name) and I have shiny brown hair with gold streaks and silver tips that reaches my mid-neck and maroon eyes that reflect red pinpoints like limpid blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Sandro Botticelli (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lady Murasaki but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cannibal but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale golden skin. I’m also a doctor, and I own a psychiatric practice in Baltimore where I help my patients (I’m forty-seven). I’m an aristocrat (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly brown. I love Garrison Bespoke and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a brown plaid suit with a matching silk pocket square and a blue paisley tie, blue socks and brown oxfords. I was wearing pink lipstick, beige foundation, gold highlighter and concealer on my eyebrows. I was walking outside the BSHCI. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of fbi agents stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.