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ethernalium · 1 month
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FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024, FEB.29)
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kosalus · 6 months
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everybody knows that teeth are where your heart was, love
you can get the prints in red or gray
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darkpoetrynprose · 3 months
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“If January is the month of change, February is the month of lasting change. January is for dreamers… February is for doers.”
― Marc Parent
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babayagaii · 11 months
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i've returned to being extremely normal about sidestep
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dailyterukane · 2 months
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a terukane valentine’s card to send your fellow terukane enjoyers
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animepopheart · 1 year
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★ 【CPKon】 「 HOLLOW 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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autisticgayplushie · 1 year
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butterscotch the unlabeled pride puppy :D
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Hi Daisie,
do you know if any of your followers has access to the full article?
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/music/news/harry-styles-album-year-grammys-speech-beyonce-white-privilege/
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This doesn’t happen to people like me very often.” So said 29-year-old Harry Styles, accepting his Grammy Award for Album of the Year on Sunday night. Most normal people assumed that by “people”, Styles meant a boy born outside of Birmingham and brought up in between Crewe and Manchester, far from the bright lights of London and the Brit School. But the internet is not full of normal people, and outrage ensued, as critics claimed that Styles was ignoring his white privilege – and, worse, having a pop at Beyoncé.
Styles also drew ire by arguing that “there’s no such thing as ‘best’ in music”, and refusing to say that he thought Beyoncé would win, instead saying merely that “you never know with this stuff”. The critics didn’t hold back. “‘This doesn’t happen to people like me’,” wrote the American podcaster Sam Sanders, “is the most white privilege-iest thing to ever be uttered at an awards show ever for all time [sic].” “Beyoncé continues to be boycotted, without AOTY [Album of the Year] and used as a token to disguise the Academy’s racism,” complained the pop-culture website Pop Tingz. 
Styles may have had a wobbly night – not least because the turnstile on which his dance number was meant to be performed rotated in the wrong direction – but an attack on “Queen B” this was not. To most Britons, Styles’s accent is the clue that he’s different from many a young London silver-spoon star; yet this subtlety is almost entirely lost on Americans. True, that Cheshire accent has been muddied by his recent attempt at a transatlantic twang while filming Don’t Worry Darling. 
And having a finance director for a father hardly puts you in league with British pop’s history of working-class heroes, from The Beatles to Oasis. Yet these days the industry has changed, and Styles is quite clearly different to the likes of Florence Welch or Marcus Mumford, who seem to fit into the world of fame as if they were born to it.
We’ve been here before. In 2019, when Sam Fender, born in North Shields, dared to explain why “white privilege” sounded like a difficult concept to the white men with whom he grew up, he was labelled tone-deaf and racist. This is the success of the “white privilege” label: admit it and you’re damned, deny it and you’re deluded. But in importing a particularly American brand of racial politics, discussion about success within the British arts only becomes skewed. 
Unlike in the States, class is a greater defining factor of success in Britain than race or gender are – a fact that many commentators seem to want to forget. “The debate raging online about where Styles sits on the class spectrum is a fascinating insight into Britain’s class obsession,” wrote one writer in The Guardian. That sound you can hear is a nation of working-class music-lovers choking on their own scorn.
Styles, in truth, is both right and wrong. Poor boys and girls have often made it to the top, though often that has been on account of the sheer tenacity of their talent. Barry Keoghan is currently flavour of the month in Ireland for his performance in Martin McDonagh’s film The Banshees of Inisherin, despite his extremely tough and poverty-stricken upbringing, which involved going in and out of the care system. 
Bands have often capitalised on class difference, too – admitting whether you were an Oasis or a Blur fan was as much a class signifier as the tea-vs-supper debate, and it did neither band any commercial harm. Some fans have also pointed out, amusingly, that Adele, who was also up for Album of the Year at the Grammys, was born and raised in Tottenham.
A working-class hero Harry Styles may not entirely be, but he certainly isn’t a white-privilege villain either. And we would all do well to remember that awards ceremonies, and the speeches made at them, may be full of glitz and glamour, but they bear little relevance to the politics of the real world – or to the real people who live out there.
Full article. Link here. No paywall link.
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obstinaterixatrix · 3 months
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"Is this how it feels to have a friend?"
Bibi is obsessed with Peter, the prince of the school. When she spots Amy next to him, she starts to feel jealous. She invites Amy to her house to warn her, but instead takes a liking to the girl. They agree to be friends on the condition that Amy has to help Bibi confess.
happy femslash february, here’s a 50 episode webtoon about high schoolers in the 🇺🇸USA🇺🇸. the author has stated that she loves yanderes and her goal for this series was to write a happy ending for a yandere, so it’s a zany and dysfunctional series with a lot of love for its own characters.
being a love letter to yanderes, I’d say the series keeps fairly lighthearted (no actual present murder) while having darker gags/plot elements (references to past pet death, past abuse, past attempted murder, past actual (?) murder, ableist language, etc.). the tonal dissonance is done pretty well in my opinion, plus the art and writing is super charming. check out the introduction to amy
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bibi doesn’t even see her as an actual person at first, so the relationship development is really fun with how she gradually swaps targets from ✨the most popular boy at school✨ to some random gloomy gal lmao
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great balance between vaguely threatening and genuinely heartfelt
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127luvr · 9 months
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hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.
basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷
also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻
Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆
Na Jaemin x Male Reader
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Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.
The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.
However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”
“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”
“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”
The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.
His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.
You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.
“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”
“I want that one.”
“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.
“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”
You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.
“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”
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newyorkthegoldenage · 3 months
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It is a mob scene under the marquee of the Paramount Theater in Times Square, February 7, 1940, as the crowd waits for the doors to open at 9:45 for the new movie "Geronimo." Doors were scheduled to open at 9:00 but were delayed.
Photo: Robert Wands for the AP
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garrandia · 1 year
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any day now
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quillheel · 2 months
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// we still have no wifi (and brains kinda struggling with Writing here bc of the file loss of '24 where i lost ALL my files, including icons - im very lucky i had another copy of my border), but when I come back and start adding Pe.rsona 3 muses it's over for y'all.
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thefigureresource · 6 months
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Madoka Higuchi : Feb. [THE iDOLM@STER: Shiny Colors] 1/7 scale from Wave coming March 2024.
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hey-color-palettes · 1 year
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Can you do the word Baroness plz✨
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895f68 || #fbefc8 || #f2dab6 || #e8d0b6 || #bda0a4
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dogperday · 3 months
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