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I have a lot of mixed feelings about transandrophobia because yeah there’s definitely TERF/radfem stuff in there that concerns me, a lot. But like watching people call trans men “the weakest link” and also gleefully celebrate your oppression like this:
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You do realize we’re not the men in power right? we’re not your systemic oppressors. Like, this isn’t a queer men versus queer women thing where one of them has A Privilege, I’m not able to move myself into a privilege class the same way. Like I have a lot of the same fears as cis women do plus more, and I’m not gonna like. Pretend it’s not real because you don’t understand how intersectionality works
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nitrousheart · 1 year
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Everyone Needs to Read The Expanse
I am screaming at how many people are sleeping on The Expanse books! It’s one of my favorite sci-fi series of all time especially the final three books. Persepolis Rising, Tiamat’s Wrath, and Leviathan Falls are masterclass examples of existential sci-fi. The final 3 books alone have:
1. Accurate depictions of PTSD and how it effects people differently.
2. Some of the best cosmic horror I have ever read. It nails the fact that the center of cosmic horror is not only horror of the unknown but its effect on humanity
3. This one is going to sound weird but, the entire main cast of characters are in their 60′s. While it sounds boring it allows for more through exploration of the fear of death, coping with the loss of loved ones, the joy of watching a new generation grow, the fear of repeating the mistakes your predecessors did, what happens after the day is saved, and the cycle of violence that power generates.
4. Just the lore and story telling itself is amazing. Using the terms: “The Dreamer,” “The Romans,” and “The Goths” to explain the ring space and the gates helped add to the almost mythical nature of what killed the gate builders.
5. The characters!!! Oh my g-d I adore the character writing in the final 3 books. In the first 2/3rd of the series James S.A Corey had an issue with writing almost more like the writing of a journal which lead to the characters sometimes falling flat. However in the final 3 books he really comes into himself as a writer and fleshes out all of the characters he neglected in the first 6 books while introducing some of the best characters yet.
6. I said it in number 3 but it deserves to be said again: the trauma and cycle of grieving the books explore from the death of a loved one/ watching a loved one die of a terminal illness is some of the best I have ever read. As someone who watched a parent die from Alzheimer’s; I can say that the way James S.A. Corey explores how you grieve for someone who isn’t even dead yet, and the lashing out that occurs from the feeling is amazingly well written. It’s accurate to the feelings I myself experienced and felt like it was written by someone who watched a loved one of their own die from a terminal illness.
Anyway!!! Go read The Expanse books I am begging you. If you like sci-fi, in depth world building, or mystery I’m going to recommend this series to you.
Thanks for coming to my TedTalk
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goldenhawk-k · 1 year
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Guys please. Benoit Blanc wasn’t “hinted at” being gay in Glass Onion. He IS gay. CANONICALLY. Even if Rian Johnson didn’t confirm that Hugh Grant is in a romantic relationship with Blanc, if it was a woman answering the door, everyone would just assume that was his girlfriend or wife or smth.
This isn’t something that’s ever gonna be explored bc the movies aren’t about his identity. They’re barely about Blanc. He’s just the world’s greatest detective, and he just so happens to be gay.
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demonsandpieohmy · 1 year
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I feel compelled to point out that Benoit Blanc showed up to Greece wearing the Greek flag on his entire fucking body:
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and I’m 100% sure Philip packed it for him like “darling you know what would be hilarious”
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bread-that-draws · 1 year
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Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you
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konigsblog · 27 days
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photos that remind me of könig / my face hc for him
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bonivers · 1 year
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strawberryspence · 2 years
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Wayne’s trying his best to get the picture hung as straight as possible.
There are kids screaming at the yard, he can hear Hopper arguing with Jonathan from the backyard, something about the movers or something, Eddie’s in the kitchen trying to hang his mug collection in display, Dustin and Mike are trying to carry more boxes to the house and the others are scattered everywhere in the new house, trying to do their own thing to help him out.
There’s a box full of framed pictures just beside his legs. Wayne’s still trying to level the frames. He was never one for pictures, until Eddie came home to him.
The first framed picture, he remembers buying the frame from a dollar store. No glass, just a flimsy plastic and plastic frame. Eddie was 12 in the picture, teeth crooked, hair growing, with the acoustic guitar Wayne bought for him. It’s secondhand but, Wayne still had to work double time for it. Every minute of it was worth with how big Eddie’s smile on the picture was. He just finished learning his first song and just finished playing it for Wayne. It’s Stand By Me by Ben E. King.
There’s more in pictures taken, more pictures developed and slipped into an album he bought from Melvald’s. But the second picture to be framed was when he was 15. It’s a picture that would make any person stop and think, “Who would frame a picture like that?” Eddie’s 15 in the picture, curly hair long and frenzied, but the highlight is his beaten up face. He has a growing black eye, there’s is crusty blood on his nose and Eddie Munson is beaming. He got into a fight, his first fist fight, and Wayne shouldn’t have framed it. But it’s also the same day Eddie came out to Wayne and Wayne will forever keep it close to his heart.
The next picture framed is when he’s 18. It’s the day Eddie’s supposed to be graduating High School, but didn’t. Eddie thinks he hides it well, the stress and disappointment that he’s not graduating, hiding it in sarcasm and witty jokes but Wayne can see through him even blind. He takes him out for the day to Indiana, they walk around, going to stores Eddie would love and ending it in a diner. Wayne asks the waitress to take a picture of them. Eddie breaks down that night, telling Wayne he didn’t deserve this and that he should be more disappointed, more angry before shutting himself to his room. He wakes up the next morning with Wayne trying to hang another framed picture in the trailer, Wayne tells him, “School’s not everything. You’re a good person, Ed. That’ll always be the most important thing to me.”
The first three framed pictures and album full of pictures are gone, eaten by the four fault lines that swallowed Hawkins whole in 1986. Wayne doesn’t care, not really, not when his son was being chased down by the whole town. His kind, weird, loud Eddie, who doesn’t even want to hurt bugs or spiders, always opting with setting them free rather than squashing them.
Eddie comes out alive, and free at the end of it. Because beyond everything, beyond being kind, generous, loud, funny, Eddie has always been a fighter. Between fighting real life monsters, signing NDAs and recovering from literal feral bat bites, Eddie gains a family. It’s weirdly shape, contains an actual 15 year old with super powers, the Mayfield girl who rose from the dead, those two comes with a gaggle of children, Chief Hopper who also rose from the dead, Joyce Byers, the Buckley kid, the reporter, two potheads. It’s a weird family, and still the weirdest part is Steve Harrington. Harrington. Still it was a family, held together with tape, trauma and love.
Wayne’s not Steve’s biggest fan. Not until Wayne gets the full story of how Eddie survived, he doesn’t get it until three months later. Only because Eddie wasn’t ready to talk about it. Eddie tells him that it was all Steve. Steve who gave him CPR, wrapped his wounds properly and carried him out of the hell hole with his own injuries. Wayne was kinda mad at Eddie for not telling him immediately, especially because he’s been giving Harrington the stinky eye for three months now, when in truth Wayne is forever in debt with him.
Eddie’s also babble mouth who told Harrington that more than anything Wayne was devastated to learn that the “Upside Down” goo washed up all of the pictures. For his birthday, Wayne’s not even sure how he knows, Steve buys him a secondhand camera, an empty album and a stack of empty frames. That starts a tradition that spread all throughout the family. It somehow culminated to them taking pictures of Eddie, and when they think it’s special enough, they frame it and give it to Wayne. Eddie hates the tradition, because why do you guys keep framing my picture???
That’s how he ended up here, in his brand new house, the one Eddie bought for him just after his second successful tour, with a big box full of pictures.
Wayne backs up from the wall full of frames, it’s accumulated so many different pictures now, now it’s not just Eddie. Now, it’s a burst of different pictures. Somewhere in the left, you will find the framed picture of when Eddie finally graduated, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan beside him with the same graduation gown. Beside it is a picture of the Party in their own graduation, beside it is a big collage frame with a picture of each kid when they also finally graduate college, there’s a picture of all of them when Joyce and Hop finally got married, a picture of when Robin, Steve and Nancy all graduated college, all separately. Pictures of weddings, and birthdays, and kids from the kids who he watched grow up, who now call him Grandpa Wayne.
Eddie’s pictures are still there, Eddie will always be there. Eddie in his first apartment, Eddie and his band when they first open a concert, Eddie signing his first contract, Eddie on his first radio interview, Eddie and his band on their first magazine cover. Just Eddie, living his dream.
“I think that one’s a little crooked.” A voice tells him. He turns to see Steve, a little older now, hair shorter, glasses thicker, a hearing aid always on his ear.
“Which one?” Steve points at the large picture. It’s a little bigger than the other frames.
Wayne smiles, moving closer to adjust the picture. In the picture, it’s with Steve and Eddie, both in their tuxes, Wayne in the middle as Eddie’s arms is hooked around Wayne’s shoulders and as Steve is laughing at something Eddie has said. Wayne’s just smiling at the two of them, the sun bright, brand new rings sparkling in the sun.
When satisfied, he moves back just as Eddie enters the room, a box in his hand, “I got you some new pictures.” He gives Steve a knowing smile, as Wayne accepts the box.
“I don’t remember the pictures very well, but I tried my best to describe them to Will.” Wayne’s hand flies to his mouth as he sees the framed pictures. They’re drawings, and they’re not the exact same, but it looks so similar to the pictures he lost in the earthquake, the pictures he long accepted he’ll never see again. It’s Eddie as a kid again, and it’s enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“This isn’t fair, Ed. You can’t just make me cry.” Eddie laughs as he gives his uncle a hug, a whisper of thank you’s exchanged.
They watch as Wayne hammers a new nail on the wall, placing it just beside the picture of Wayne standing beside Eddie as he holds his first award.
He straightens the pictures.
Takes a step back to look at it all.
Some of the frames fraying from the age, some pictures fading on the edges, some of it are crooked.
All of it filled with pictures, radiating a life lived with joy and happiness.
It’s perfect.
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bonetrousledbones · 4 months
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so when are we gonna start appreciating undertale AUs for fueling a metric fuck ton of the creativity and longevity of the fandom because if i see one more person calling them the cringiest part of the last 8 years i might lose it
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ozzyeelz · 9 months
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Gay catboys call that nyaoi
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iminkandpaper · 8 months
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You ever watch a movie and there's a scene where the actor is crying and it's like God he's so pretty when he cries and then you watch it all over again
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Oh Jesus Christ
I know that I’m more informed than most on antisemitism, but like, goddammit, none of you really know anything about antisemitism except There Was A Holocaust Once. No wonder half of you don’t realize that you sound like fucking Nazis half of the time. So yes, Iran has been actively antisemitic in the past! Defeating antisemitism is not a fucking side quest, it’s essential to social justice.
The main people I’ve been seeing critique Iran praising have been… Iranians! Like you can correctly blame its shit government on imperialism, but it’s still a shit Islamofascist government.
Two things can be true at once: Palestine can be experiencing genocide, and the Islamic world can largely be attacking Israel because of a drive for non-Jewish control of the land rather than a deep care for human rights. Your politics have to have much more nuance that “well if America hates them they must be good”.
There is no excuse for antisemitism and antisemitism denial in Pro-Palestinian Spaces. If you find antisemitism essential to your pro-Palestinian activism, you should really consider if your actual motivation is Palestinian liberation.
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summersblood · 1 year
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SCREAM 3 (2000) dir. Wes Craven
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narratively-doomed · 7 months
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niigo height comparison
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demonsandpieohmy · 1 year
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I love how there was no build up for the audience to feel any sadness at Mona Lisa’s destruction. It is just a piece of paper and the ultimate symbol of Miles’s unfathomable greed, it means literally nothing compared to the real human lives that were destroyed
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budugu · 7 months
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SOME OF US ARE BLIND AND HELPLESS WITHOUT OUR GLASSES AND SOME PEOPLE ARE REFUSING TO ACCEPT IT
I just saw an Instagram reel of a bride posting her wedding makeup look and all. She was so pretty and she had glasses on like any other normal person who needs glasses.
Someone commented " Why did you wearthe glasses at the wedding time tho? Your eye makeup was hidden and your whole look would've looked better in the picture without the glasses "
FOR GOD'S SAKE THIS KIND OF PEOPOE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF US ARE JUST BLIND AND CAN'T SEE A THING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US ALSO SOMETIMES BASED ON OUR PRESCRIPTION. IT'S BASICALLY A PART OF OUR BODY AT THIS POINT JUST LIKE OUR HANDS AND LEGS. I'M SURE HE GIRL WANTED TO SEE EVERYTHING DURING THE WEDDING RATHER THAN THINKING ABOUT THE GLASSES MAKE HER LOOK IN THE PHOTOS.
Trust me I saw the photos she posted. She looked like a goddess and so pretty and her groom was so in love with her. You could see all the happiness from the family and friends in the photos. The only thing unnecessary was this random person feeling bad about the girl needing glasses.
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