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fi1mstar · 1 year
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shiv talking about greg like he’s the other woman
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ryanscabinlife · 8 months
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Freshly picked kale omelette for breakfast 19-Jul-2023
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After the crushing disappointment from Mindy Kaling's Velma, the desis have once again won with Ballister Boldheart <3
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thebibliosphere · 11 months
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Absolute stunning misogyny from the person who messaged me with, "Oh, you're on your period, that's why you're being a total bitch today."
As though I'm not a total bitch every other day of the month. Sheesh.
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inbarfink · 2 months
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ruinedchildhood · 2 years
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pessimistkale · 4 days
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if i have one nice thing to say about jess’s writing/aesthetic choices its that the way she color coded her characters ALWAYS popped off. like. a character always having the same color as a primary part of their outfit. a character always gravitating toward one color. a character always being represented by one color. character pairings being complementary colors. if you can identify every character from just a lineup of color swatches?? 10/10 holy shit
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RIP Desi Velma, you deserved a better writer
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ayushsan · 4 months
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no one:
Kalee at every chance he gets: 🤗
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scrimblocollector · 2 years
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Everyone say thanks to U6 saiyans for inventing lesbians
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mattymartin · 1 year
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↳ SAMUELSSON, QUINN, JOST, & CLAGUE | DAY IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA VIA SABRES: EMBEDDED | 4.3.23
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fi1mstar · 9 days
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charlie day, the people’s princess
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leronboi · 8 months
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I was doodling these two for something, but decided to post them cuz they look soo cute hehe
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smengart · 1 year
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balls ^_^
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invinciblerodent · 30 days
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yknow, no, i'm not done thinking/posting/being deeply angry about the whole "bbuuuhhh Astarion is gay and was made playersexual as a game mechanic bbbuuuhhhhhhh" garbage some people still spout.
like this type of sentiment is always annoying and wrong, but it's specifically this character for whom it's especially annoying to me, just because on top of all the regular host of issues, it also deeply contradicts what I believe is the central theme of his whole goddamn story.
(excuse the rant please.)
Like, my skin already crawls at that term, "playersexual". I hate it, and find its use either vaguely ignorant at best, or blatantly pan/biphobic at worst. but even just besides that....
This character is a man whose narrative intentionally shows his presentation of himself, and of his masculinity, as being contradictory with convention. This character is one whose entire arc is about discovering who he is beyond the boxes he was assigned: a spawn, a monster, a seducer, a tool, a predator, a plaything, a victim, a sexual object... these are all identities that were forced onto him. And if he's given space to discover them, turns out, none of them are things that he actually wants to be. if you give him space, and affection (romantic or otherwise), and acceptance, and help him attain closure and catharsis, he expresses desire to be... an adventurer, a lover, a friend, a protector, so many things, but all of them in his own way. That's the point of his story, control vs. autonomy.
How.... myopic does one have to be to see that story, to play that story, to play an active, participatory role in that subversion, that search for the self beneath the masks, and declare that actually, they made him this other box for him to fit into, so... it's fine, i guess, to ignore what he says?????? it's fine if they pick and choose among his expressed traits which ones to use and which to disregard, because they decided (based on frankly homophobic and rather misogynistic stereotypes) that he cannot be different from their perception, despite him literally saying otherwise????????
Astarion's entire figure is a succession of trope-subversions. I could write essays about all the ways in which, in the romanced spawn game, the narrative sets up tropes (primarily in act 1), only to then purposefully knock them down and contradict them as the game progresses.
Like..... He was to take revenge by taking power for himself (like he thought he wanted, like Cazador did to Vellioth): ended up taking his revenge and rejecting the power that could have come with it, and despite that having a price, being content and grateful for it (and realizing that the alternative would have had an even greater price he would have paid unknowingly). He starts out using sex and sexuality as a weapon, and a tool of manipulation, like he did for many decades: ends up expressing discomfort with being seen as a sex object, resuming his sex life by saying "I love you" before his partner would have, and proposing sex with them as a beautiful metaphor for his own rebirth.
His whole story starts out with him thinking he requires protection from the player and that the only way to get that is through using his body and looks as a bargaining chip: later he discovers in himself a desire to be the protector himself, which he talks about more than once, and expresses varying degrees of discomfort at the thoughts of both using his body to gain something, and needing a protector.
There's the "this is what I'm good for" type of attitude towards sex morphing into "I am so much more than a thing to be used". There's the whole thing about how important his looks were to both him and his "usefulness" back then, despite him not being able to even fucking see them, (which also kind of includes that silly lovely gremlin-face he sometimes makes), but those are just the ones off the top of my head.
The story, and the romance plot, is about... it's about him regaining ownership of himself, it's about autonomy, his whole recurring "what do you want" line is about respecting his choices and letting him find his way to them, it's about letting him show you who he is, believing him, and loving the man behind the facade.
how absolutely fucking short-sighted does one have to be to then take that incredibly reductive stereotype of "femme-leaning man with theatrical mannerisms who cares about his looks; must be exclusively homosexual and any attraction he shows to women is just a mechanic/fanservice/flattery" (which, that's so fucking insulting to gay men, and bi/pan men, an any man who might express masculinity in a less than conventional way, and to the women who may love them [eta: and of course nonbinary people, and the people to whom masculinity means something wholly different]), and assign it to this character on their own accord, despite him literally telling the player otherwise? despite him verbally expressing attraction to multiple women, and contradicting that stereotypical interpretation wholly and out of pocket??????
like, hello??????? did we play the same game????????? did we play the same fucking game??????????
like don't think for one second that it isn't the pan/biphobia that annoys me more, it absolutely is, but this character is such a particularly egregious example, it's almost fucking poetic.
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urmomsonfire · 5 months
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as he falls from his perch by teacupivy
Bradley Bradshaw’s good at plenty of things. He has the chip on his shoulder and cocky pride and pile of trophies to prove it. 
He’s pretty good at playing the piano, can easily memorize chords and play songs by ear. He masters bits of Beethoven and snatches of Wagner one week, then Scott Joplin and Ella Fitzgerald the next, with every bit of pop and rock in between. If he tries hard enough, he can remember sitting between someone’s knees, his own legs still too short to reach the pedals, his fingers too small to stretch for the keys.
He’s alright at baseball, despite his lanky form and wandering mind. He was better as a kid, sure, but he made a decent third baseman and could reliably hit the ball. It gave him a way to burn off his energy, to work with a team and hit the ground too hard every once in a while. Sometimes, when the air around him is too dense and his mind is too cluttered, he’ll pick up a bat and let the soreness of his swing drown it all out.
And he’s fantastic at taking tests. He excelled all throughout school and every time someone quizzed him on Jeopardy! questions. He’s got a good memory, too, easily recognizing names and places from years before. He likes cataloguing facts and statistics, always citing a source to prove he’s right, to prove he’s the best.  
Bradley Bradshaw is good at so many things, but he’s great at one: losing people.
His dad was gone before Bradley even knew him, reduced to a blurry face and chipper voice, strong shoulders that smelled like clean linen and wind chill. He’s a ghost in the halls of Bradley’s mind, a benevolent god demanding retribution, a loving parasite guiding Bradley’s hand. They say the pictures don’t do him justice.
His mom went next. Watching her slip over months, drifting away piece by piece, Bradley tried to cement her in his memory. He wanted to keep her in vivid technicolor, crystal clear and real, but eventually she faded into a distant sepia just like Goose. Bradley sobbed and screamed, crumbling apart in two sets of strong arms, four steady hands keeping him tethered. 
Nearly eighteen, Bradley had just been grateful for those he still had. One climbed the ranks to build a home; the other zipped in and out of danger with a smile. Bradley looked up to them both, wanted nothing more than to show them that he was deserving of their love. He’d earn it; their efforts would not be in vain. They would not regret taking him in. He could be as brave, as strong, as good as they were. 
But Bradley’s great at losing people, and there are no exceptions. 
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