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This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
would anyone like to see my lewis photocards
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Eepy
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An Invitation
What I want to say is
I like your face,
            I think about
your hands on me,
            but I don’t say this
aloud,
            and yet everything
about me is an invitation,
            an open door,
a conjuring of clothes
            on a bedroom floor,
and I’m not sure who
            will make the first move,
only that one of us will,
and it feels like a song
            I once knew
but forgot, you feel like a song
            I once knew,
come closer,
            let me sing it back to you.
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The delightfully teary, broken looks given by Justin Chien throughout The Brothers Sun is something more people in the whump community need to appreciate.
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Imma need all the fanfiction people to write some Brother's sun fanfics. Charles is too malewife not to have hundreds of stories with him and Drowsy/Jun/Alexis and i need one of them to write the fic that determines which would be my primary ship
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CHARLES SUN + churros
JUSTIN CHIEN in The Brothers Sun (2024)
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honestly i think the moment people acknowledged the objectification and oversimplification of lesbians in media, fandoms did a full 180 an was like “oh. lesbian sex bad stereotype!” and now we have desexualized boring stories and fandom reception that leaks into real world behavior that sees sapphic love as this morally pure heavily romantic and sanitized thing with no substance. like. believe it or not the two options here aren’t “lesbians only exist for sex stuff” or “lesbians never have sex and only do wholesome shit” and believing either is bad.
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Brie Larson as Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel The Marvels (2023) dir. Nia DaCosta
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Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.
I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.
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I'm gonna say it.
It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.
That is a bonkers assumption to make.
I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.
I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.
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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
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Netanyahu said that even The Hague can't stop them, despite constant blaring evidence of war crimes, and although I'm not surprised fellow settler-colonizer states support the IOF, it is beyond jarring nevertheless.
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this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself
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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
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