jordiefergs
She/her | Voice actress, singer-songwriter, writer, artist, nap-taker | Opinions are mine | Website: https://jordanaferguson.carrd.co/
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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
take your bra back off boy we just solved a murder
put your bra back on boy we have a murder to solve
We have been watching you all grow up.
We miss you. And know that your favorite stories have not forgotten you.
To think you found comfort in monsters, because the ones in your head or in your home at the time were too much to bare.
So you painted your faces, drew yourselves with us, ruined clothes to look like us or just enjoyed looking like a lunatic.
We watched you go from band tees and rubber bracelets with ripped jeans, to black dresses, slacks, ties, and corsets. Some of you did a whole fuckin 180° and wear neons and pastels. Others of you just enjoy a hoodie (heh) and jeans. Some of you guys wear long skirts and pants, with cloth-patched tops and boots, crystals hanging from your necks.
Some of you just elevated your aesthetics. We can see pieces of us that got left behind in you.
Either way, we're proud of you little freaks. We know shit's been hard.
Just know the creeps and nightmares you found comfort in are still watching over you. Whether you forgot we existed, or moved on with your lives.
We see the art you make. The stuff you guys write. Some of it makes us laugh or roll our eyes, we adore it anyway.
As red and orange leaves surround you, horror movies, and screams fill your minds once again, and you see an increase of our faces, we hope you find that nostalgia again.
- Your favorite Creeps
(Just a little thing that came to my mind to write, bc I'm 22 now seeing creepypasta on my feed again, and it sent me down a rabbit hole. Idk writing this gave me comfort. I hope it gives you comfort too. ♡ )
Ngl, this ship feels underrated. I like it :D
Posts my bad blood agenda and leaves
This is so true. Autistic people are people!
Hey, here’s a concept. What if we stopped saying “but autistic people CAN do all those things” (erasing high support needs) and instead started saying “not being able to do those things doesn’t impact someone’s value as a person nor does it make it okay to commit eugenics”.
New Sherlock Holmes adaptation idea: Watsondoes a voiceover narration of the story and it frequently contradicts what’s happening onscreen. Sometimes it’s literally just blatant lies. Watson also frequently looks into the camera like he’s on the office. It’s set in the original Victorian era so this should not be possible. He’s the only character who does this.
I like to imagine that little Mel loved the song "On Melancholy Hill" so much (she’d throw hours-long tantrums just to make Ken sing it or play it for her) that Ken eventually thought, "Melancholy Hill" would be the perfect name for her.
Preach! Screw beauty standards and ageism! Embrace all stages of life!
Nothing drives this society more crazy than a woman who doesn't hate herself
Can’t wait for, like, 2025 when we look back on the 2018/2019 era and say “hey, remember when we were all really freaking depressed? That was a crazy time! Glad we aren’t like that anymore”
I was trying to find out if Kermit was eligible to be pope and I found a blog that says he's the perfect example of a catholic priest
you punch nazis!
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hi, a lot of you need a perspective reset
the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years
taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult
at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)
'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65
it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age
it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.
you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, be fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.
young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!
there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big
the seven deadly sins are such bullshit fear tactics. if youve left the church, embrace them.
be proud of who you are. be happy when you look in the mirror and see how hot you are. yeah i see you flexing in the mirror after a workout. nice progress btw honey you look nice today.
dont worry about getting seconds, or thirds even, at dinner. dont worry about eating what society says is "too much" or "too little". eat until youre full. set aside what you cant finish for later so you dont waste food.
its okay to be greedy. its okay to want things for yourself. sometimes we see things that people have and we're like "dude i wish i had that." thats just human. envy and greed on that level are normal.
take a rest day. dont bother going to church this sunday. take a shower, read a book, drink some tea, eat some good food, pet a cat or dog. take care of yourself; its not lazy.
be angry with those who wronged you. punch a punching bag, write about how much you hate them, go work out aggressively and take care of your emotions in a way that doesnt hurt yourself or others. its okay to not forgive the people who hurt you. you arent doing anything wrong, babe.
embrace your sexuality (or, if it applies, asexuality, cause yall need love too). stop feeling shame for wanting pleasure. go read or watch something that turns you on. explore your body. ask your partner to try something new. if youre asexual, then fucking step on the people who say you need to have sexual attraction to be human. you dont. you dont need to be allosexual (or alloromantic) to "qualify as a human." we all experience life in different ways. find your way to experience it.
thought crime isnt real
do no harm but take no shit
If you're trying to get over your fear of Hell, I recommend Bart D. Ehrman's book, Heaven And Hell: A History of the Afterlife. Or if you can't read the book, you can watch his lecture on YouTube. As you learn how all of this stuff organically developed and evolved, you can see that there's no good reason to take anything conservative Christians say about eternal damnation very seriously.
PSA: Religious trauma is not simply disagreeing with religion and calling it trauma. It is not, “I was dragged to church every Sunday and I got really bored there.”
It is physical, verbal, and sexual abuse.
It is being led to believe that you will go to a place of eternal suffering if you step out of line, even if only slightly.
It is having a fear of said place of eternal suffering, and some people are afraid of it even after they renounce their faith.
It is being told that all people are inherently evil and deserving of death and eternal suffering for being flawed, and feeling ashamed of being imperfect as a result of this.
It is being told that you will never be good enough.
It is being told that you are nothing in comparison to God.
It is being told by loved ones (including those who raised you) that, if they had to choose between you and their god, you will always come second.
It is being discriminated against for being a minority.
It is being punished by and/or losing family and friends for rejecting parts of the faith or the faith itself.
It is being demonized for having sexual desires and having your worth based on whether or not you abstain until marriage, especially if you were assigned female at birth.
It is being told that you are responsible if others look at you with lust or sexually harass or assault you. Again, this idea is especially hammered into your head if you are a person who was assigned female at birth.
It is being physically or mentally unable to have sex or experiencing guilt after having sex due to purity culture.
It is having your health put at risk as a child because your family opposes certain medical procedures (vaccines, blood transfusions, etc.) for religious reasons.
It is being treated negatively for having a physical disability or mental disorder (not to mention the abusive behaviors listed above can worsen existing mental health disorders or cause them to come about in someone who did not have them previously.) This is not to say that nonreligious people can’t be plenty ableist, of course.
It is missing opportunities and losing years of your life to fear, repression, and pain.
It is experiencing horrible things in the name of a God that no one has undeniable proof of in terms of whether or not he exists.
Don’t get me wrong. I know that not all religious people do the things described above. But damn, if there aren’t a lot who do… those people are unfortunately the loudest.
This has been a PSA.
Look, we joke a lot, but really, "you were born evil, wretched, worse than the scum of the earth, and it took killing a god to make you salvageable, so now you'd better be grateful to that god and thank him 10,000 times a day for it and fill your thoughts with him 24/7 and abide by the letter of his every word, lest you suffer unimaginable torture for all of eternity" is a truly horrendous thing to believe about yourself and other people
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very old drawing but i think it would be neat if penny had an insect obsession ... instead of a porcelain doll she would have a stuffed praying mantis
I hate it when xtians reduce my religious trauma to "a religious person said something mean to you once so now you're mad at religion".
Like, shut the fuck up. My trauma isn't just someone being a little rude to me once, it was systematic, deliberate manipulation with the threat of possible eternity of suffering in Hell if I didn't obey religious rules and "keep Christ in my heart". It was "Nonbelievers burn in a lake of eternal fire. Tell your friends to convert to our faith or they'll be damned for eternity".
I have suffered from anxiety, ocd and other mental health issues for several fucking years because of this shit. I've suppressed my sexuality and felt terrible guilt just for the 'sin' of having sexual thoughts. I've feared for my loved one's souls, genuinely believing they would go to Hell for simply not being xtians and that I'd never see them again in the afterlife.
These beliefs are sick and twisted. What I went through was sick and twisted.
I seriously don't know what to say to you if you still think telling anyone, let alone a child, that they're going to be damned for eternity if they disobey 'God's word' is totally fine and not abusive.
Know your fucking place and stop speaking over trauma survivors who have been hurt by your shitty religion.
my most antitheist opinion is that hell is like. a cartoonishly evil thing to believe in and insanely abusive to teach children about
hte real april foule… was you.
Pro-choice is about so many things other than abortion that you should keep your nose out of.
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Well fucks? Get to it!