this post was submitted on 11 Dec 2023
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A place to share screenshots of Microblog posts, whether from Mastodon, tumblr, ~~Twitter~~ X, KBin, Threads or elsewhere.
Created as an evolution of White People Twitter and other tweet-capture subreddits.
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- Your post must be a screen capture of a microblog-type post that includes the UI of the site it came from, preferably also including the avatar and username of the original poster. Including relevant comments made to the original post is encouraged.
- Your post, included comments, or your title/comment should include some kind of commentary or remark on the subject of the screen capture. Your title must include at least one word relevant to your post.
- You are encouraged to provide a link back to the source of your screen capture in the body of your post.
- Current politics and news are allowed, but discouraged. There MUST be some kind of human commentary/reaction included (either by the original poster or you). Just news articles or headlines will be deleted.
- Doctored posts/images and AI are allowed, but discouraged. You MUST indicate this in your post (even if you didn't originally know). If an image is found to be fabricated or edited in any way and it is not properly labeled, it will be deleted.
- Absolutely no NSFL content.
- Be nice. Don't take anything personally. Take political debates to the appropriate communities. Take personal disagreements & arguments to private messages.
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My mother would have hung up the phone and then beat the shit out of me on top of whatever trauma I've already gone through ๐
My grandmother never bothered to ask us about any of it. She'd just wordlessly break out the peroxide, slap a bandaid on it, and return to whatever she was doing around the house.
I could and did wander into the house with blood pouring from the side of my head or with the front of my shirt soaked in it, and all she did was admonish me once for ruining my clothes. Very 1940s parenting.
I thank god for this. Because if I had told her where any of our war wounds had come from, that would have been a beating for sure.
๐ I guess we turned out alright regardless.