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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 day
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Recently watched Rudy for the first time and holy shit, Sean Astin plays an absolutely pathetic little guy who is terrible at the one thing he cares about.
It's a movie about heart, determination and the power of a codependent, homoerotic high school friendship.
I can't believe that this movie invented football.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 2 days
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Anyone else get a little sad when they remember how the only thing Mary wanted was to be normal and both of her boys wound up carrying that with them after being forced into the life she left behind by the love of her life.
Sam left the life to be a lawyer, Dean left to be a father but in the end neither of them could escape their calling, just as Mary couldn't live her applepie life without everything coming down around her. You don't leave hunting, it ends when you die, usually bloody.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 3 days
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Some thoughts on the Winchester brothers.
The alignment of Sam with Hell and Dean with Heaven happens well before we learn that they are the true vessels.
Sam refers to seeing himself as unclean or tainted due to Azazel's (yellow eyes). As though by ingesting the blood of a demon he fell from personhood so something othered and twisted.
Dean is Sam's savior, he pulled Sam from the flames as a child and raised him in their father's absence. Dean sees himself (and Sam) as righteous and good as they save people and fight evil.
As Sam uses his abilities both he and Dean fear that he is straying from this righteous path, even when the visions are beyond his control. When Sam discovers that Azazel wants him to lead the armies of Hell we see this cemented in his character, from birth he was watched over by Hell's forces to become a weapon.
Dean acts as a counter balance even before the boys discover the existence of angels where Sam seems to have a knack for falling in love or in lust with monsters, Dean's interests lie in humanity (until the angels enter the chat (Anna/Cass)
When Sam starts drinking demon blood he unwittingly offers himself to Hell in a way, allowing the lifeblood of the damned to enter him of his own free will.
When Sam made the decision to leave John and Dean not once, not twice but three times he was mirroring Lucifer leaving the Kingdom of his father, feeling undervalued and slighted by the favor of his father being given to another.
Alternatively when Dean stayed he was the faithful soldier modeled after the heavenly host. Unwaveringly faithful to the father that had forsaken and banished his brother.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 5 days
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This Earth Day I grieve the ancient olive groves of Palestine, I grieve the groundwater and once unpolluted oceans of that same beautiful land. I feel an indescribable rage when I picture occupation forces burning these sacred groves to the ground and salting the earth that remains.
This Earth Day I wish for a free Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Hawaii. For the freedom of their people and their lands. You can not fight for a cleaner healthier planet without fighting against imperialism.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 12 days
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Is this a safe space?
I didn't learn the names of the Beatles until this year, I'm twenty.
I used to call them Ringo, Jingo, Pingo, and Gingo. I was unaware that John Lennon was a Beatle.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 20 days
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Pin for survivors
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sadgirlbadpoems · 25 days
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Thinking about how Barbara Gordon's reliance on a mobility aid never made her a weaker character. She isn't "wheelchair bound" she's a wheelchair user. Her usefulness isn't tied to her being able bodied.
When she is no longer able to perform her duties as Batgirl (and after all that, even if she could why would she?) She becomes Oracle who is just as valuable and integral because Babbs herself is valuable and irreplaceable.
She maintains her personality and bonds with her community through navigating her disability and I find that inspiring.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 27 days
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sadgirlbadpoems · 29 days
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How cruel to name a child for the stars and bury him beneath the ground.
To allow a child to grow and live in his own tomb.
You called him "monster" and damned him to that fate. A child who is hungry will eat, and you sent him his brethren.
The starry one, dreaming of the night sky, his father from the heavens above looking down on him beneath the earth.
A child interred, wandering alone in an endless maze.
The prince of the Labyrinth, destined to die by the hand of a hero. The last act needed to condemn him to his title "monster".
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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 month
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I remember being told I was so clever and well spoken for my age. Now I'm a smartass motormouth. Why did they only turn against me when I finally had something important to say?
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 month
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I developed two cardiac conditions and a neurological condition after covid, grief is a normal part of the process to becoming the new you. You are loved, you are strong and despite everything you're still you.
It's hard to accept the changes and give up your what if's, and no one can rush that process. Remember to be kind to who you are now as you grieve who you could have been.
just googled my symptoms. yeah i’m gonna be missing past versions of myself forever. yeah it’s permanent. yeah it’s never going away.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 month
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Y'all I've been thinking about the second verse of Too Sweet by Hozier. There has already been a lot of discourse about it but here's my two cents.
"Treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate" To enter heaven one must theoretically be pure of heart or beg forgiveness for one's transgressions. Implying that the subject won't stand their ground when wronged as long as he apologizes. While the speaker (a cynic) is likely unforgiving of even perceived slights.
"The rest of you like it's the TSA" The TSA heavily regulates what's allowed in planes, this can be taken two ways: the subject has already been described as being much healthier and less hedonistic than the speaker so this may relate to treating one's body as a temple. Or the dirtier version is that the subject is virtuous and won't allow just anyone to share intimacy with them. Especially since the speaker references them going to bed at different times, implying that they do not sleep together.
"I wish I could go along. Babe, don't get me wrong" The speaker has tried to improve to become less hedonistic but is unable to change, to become the person he perceives the subject as deserving.
"Bright as the morning... Soft as the rain" further deifying and reducing the subject to non human idealism. The bright morning could been seen as referencing the subject's waking tendencies or their disposition. Where as soft as the rain has purifying connotations, rain is cleansing and brings life where the speaker see the opposite as true for himself.
"Pretty as the vine. Sweet as a grape." The subject is representative of the purity of nature and it's fruits. Beautiful, untouched, and sweet.
"If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait" If time makes you jaded and bitter maybe then I'll deserve you. Maybe then our flavors will match, you'll no longer be pure and untouchable but more like me. Fermented and aged past naivety.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 month
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sadgirlbadpoems · 1 month
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Sometimes I wonder if Ursa was every really afraid of Azula, or if she was just afraid for her. Surely she could tell that being the golden child was no safer than being the black sheep where Ozai was concerned.
I don't think she feared her, I think she saw her aptitude and knew Ozai would make her a weapon. As for where Azula gets the impression that her mother hated her, feared her, thought she was a "monster". I think that came from Ozai not only to distance Azula from her mother but from Zuko, after all he was always too soft, weak and his loyalty was to the wrong people.
This is why Azula's hatred of her mother and by extension her own appearance is so sad, it's just another example of how Ozai manipulated his children. Azula never looks at her reflection because when she does she sees a face she believed hated her.
When she finally breaks beneath the pressure from her father the face staring back at her as she frantically alters her appearance is the very person who feared what she would become, what Ozai made her into.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 2 months
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Sometimes I wonder if Cassandra's curse was meant for all women, if the penalty for refusing a god will always be that no one will believe you.
I wonder if she knew that her refusal would seal her fate, set her role as the priestess of lies.
When a star touches your skin it will burn you, the gravity will pull you in, dragging you to it.
It feels wrong for a celestial body to be so cruel, those who relish in the glow and warmth of that star are blind to the pain it can cause.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 2 months
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hey gang, as promised, saph and i have been working to get a community fundraiser going in order to help people in palestine. we have chosen the palestine children's relief fund as our focus right now. we have a community page set to the goal of $1000. given that we have over 98k followers, we understand we have a responsibility to speak out on the genocide that is happening in palestine at the hands of the israeli government. so, without further ado, here is our fundraiser. give what you can, and if you can't afford to help the cause financially, remember to continue speaking on palestine and continue boycotting.
the tag for the fundraiser will be: #dear ao3 fundraiser
the link will also be in our bio once we figure out how to do that
please donate, and keep supporting palestine.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 2 months
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While I'm at it, let's talk about Bobby Singer's trauma and character arc. First off his relationship with his abusive father and complicit mother, to be clear I would never victim blame Mrs. Singer or any DV survivor, but the way she frames the abuse as tiny little baby Bobby's fault actually infuriates me.
The line that absolutely devastated me was when his mother screams at him and he tells his younger self, "This is where you learn, they don't say thank you." It really puts his thankless role in so many hunters lives into perspective. No one thanks him but he still gives it his all.
His wife... Oh Karen Singer you mean so much to me, the fact that he remembers that they never made up after that argument haunts me. His mentality of "my father was no father, why should I be any better?" Kills me, and the fact that Karen had to die for his path to becoming a father to begin feels so wrong.
The maternal desire she feels combating his trama while he still refuses to tell her why he won't have kids. Her insistence faced with his resignation to his fate, bound by his own hand to his father's legacy.
The way he fights John on Dean and Sam's behalf because they deserve to be children only for John to throw the fact that he isn't their father back at him as though he wasn't caring for those boys out of love.
His slow acceptance of his place in the boys' live culminating in the iconic line "family don't end in blood".
His alcoholism, following in his father's footsteps much like Dean. The use of his addiction to show this internal struggles, the more stress he's under the more he drinks. It's important to me that he and Dean remain connected through their shared vice after he dies. Were it not for Dean's addiction (and form of coping with grief) mirroring Bobby's he never could have haunted them.
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