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butchmartyr · 10 months
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it’s fascinating how trans women on here are tokenized to signal people’s comraderie with trans (terfs dni in bio/trans women are loved here), while at the same time we’re also harshly ejected from communities and painted as predators for piecemeal grievances that are handwaved away when done by non trans women. you can say all kinds of nasty stuff about someone, and as long as she’s a trans woman, people will believe it! people love the ideal of a trans woman but haven’t worked on their biases enough to do anything but grow to despise actual trans women
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hualian · 4 months
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"Isn't it easier to hate one person than a whole group?" Xie Lian shouldering the burden of hatred and selflessness 🦋 | Heaven Official’s Blessing S2 Ep10
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tedhugheshater · 1 month
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no hope for women
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falmerbrook · 17 days
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Oblivion has the weirdest aesthetic choices going on. Everything is super bright and saturated, the characters look silly and almost bordering on cartoonish, and the voice acting and delivery tends to be pretty silly. The whole things has such a strong classic fantasy vibe compared to the other tes games, but also there's a bunch of realistic gore and rotting corpses and really dark questlines with gross visuals (for the quality of those visuals). it's such a weird game.
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mimikyuno · 8 months
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love and hope and kindness being the running motifs in madoka magica and the forces that can single-handedly save and curse someone.
madoka’s love and kindness being what saves homura from her suicidal tendencies, but also what ultimately dooms madoka to die at the hands of the walpurgisnacht. homura’s love for madoka and undying hope to save her what curses her to repeat time and traumatise herself over and over again, while also increasing madoka’s karma and by default, cursing her too. madoka’s refusal for homura’s hope to be in vain being the driving force that grants hope to all, but also ends madoka’s existence. sayaka’s love for kyousuke and her altruistic, heroic ideals being what gives her confidence and hope at first, but when confronted with misogyny and unrequited love (even when you told yourself you would not expect him to love you back just because you sacrificed yourself for him) being what curses her. kyouko’s love for her family being the catalyst that leads it to break apart, because in all her childlike devotion to her parents, she couldn’t see her father for who he was. mami’s kindness forcing her to put up a brave face and resulting in her demise.
but it all does not end in despair! sayaka’s newfound love for kyouko being the reason kyouko is no longer lost and angry and alone. mami’s kindness finding a recipient in nagisa, to whom she can finally be a parental figure. in one universe nagisa was the one to end mami’s existence, but now they can both heal and not be alone anymore. madoka’s love for homura encompassing time and space and saving her, every time, over and over again. even when homura does not want it. even when she refuses her hand. madoka will always reach for her and find her and save her and show her kindness, even when homura thinks she does not deserves any, even when she’s willing to die in her own personal hell. homura’s love being yes, what commits the unforgivable sin and tears god apart, but also it is only through her “selfishness” and “terrible” act that the others get a shot at a normal childhood/adolescence. kyouko and sayaka can be together at last, mami and nagisa find each other, madoka can live with her family again.
this is what i hope will be explored in the next movie. this intrinsic relationship between hope and despair, love as a lifeline and a curse. kindness and selfishness coexisting and influencing each other. i hope the girls manage to finally tip the scale between hope and despair towards the light. i hope madoka’s love will keep on reaching homura even when she thinks she’s evil incarnate, a devil. even when she thinks her existence as antithetical to madoka’s true nature. even when she thinks herself beyond salvation. i hope they get a shot at happiness, together this time.
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bonesmarinated · 4 months
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my white boy Kristian and @barbecutie’s BG3 tiefling Lilith (again) 🖤😈🖤 🙏🚬 girl thank god
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shitouttabuck · 7 months
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eddie diaz + tweets he definitely liked while working at dispatch
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eyesbillions · 1 month
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Made this in a fervor after playing one Luna-Terra route. Love me some sci-fi space lesbians that get so incredibly confusing and make me feel shrimp emotions
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ventiswampwater · 2 months
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FAVORITE OUTFITS IN FILM (01/?)
ANNIE POTTS as JANINE MELNITZ GHOSTBUSTERS II (1989) dir. Ivan Reitman Costume design by Gloria Gresham
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thequantumranger · 3 months
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Wyatt Russell in Night Swim (2024)
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alenkosx · 7 months
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"You give me something to care for, and that's worth the peril."
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titsthedamnseason · 3 months
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IM WEEPING IS THIS NOT A CONVERSATION THAT VIN AND KELSIER HAD IN BOOK ONE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 NO LIKE THAT LITERALLY HAS ME UNWELL IM SOBBING MY STOMACH HURTS 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
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dollsome-does-tumblr · 7 months
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I don't - I don't wanna see her.
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impossibledial · 6 months
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twelve is made for clara the same way victorian clara was made for eleven if that makes sense
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shitouttabuck · 3 months
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finally found what i’ve been looking for
buck/eddie | 5k | rated e | s7 basketball spec fic
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The dying light catches the hair on Buck’s stomach, glinting where it smatters across the firm, broad planes of his belly—Eddie resolutely does not pay heed to his monkey brain’s kneejerk response of bite—crowding thick and snaking down into the waistband of his shorts. Eddie’s not going to pass out, he’s going to die. “Eds,” Buck grins, catching sight of him. “Ready to get your ass handed to you?” He scoops up the basketball resting on the bench, letting it twirl effortlessly on a fingertip. Eddie is not going to pass out or die, God doesn’t love him enough for either of those things, Eddie is going to chub into the world’s least concealable boner in these baggy-ass shorts that won’t hide shit and then he’s going to have to ask Chim’s friends to mercy-kill him.
or, buck’s good at basketball, eddie’s trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new
read on ao3
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troutsoup · 4 months
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A Gale that still wears his earring by the end of his adventure. Touches it sometimes, when he’s thinking too hard. Runs his thumb along the grooves and pushes hard on one of the points until the pain grounds him. He remembers how it had felt to get it—to grin at himself in the mirror afterward, tilting his jaw to watch the silver catch orange-golden sunlight through the bedroom window. He remembers how it felt to race down the stairs to show his mum, and how she’d kissed his forehead and told him he looked dashing.
So it’s a part of him, now, as much as anything.
A Gale that keeps the statuette of Mystra on his desk when he comes home. It’s because he doesn’t want to look at it, to deal with it. Long were the nights he spent studying with a cramped hand and a tense jaw, and easy was the relief of looking upon her and remembering for whom he was doing it.
Those nights are a part of him, too. So the statuette stays.
A Gale whose eyes still linger on her altar when he passes on his walk about the city. She is more beautiful than any statue makes her out to be, limited as they are by the static of stone. They cannot smile at him as she did when making him her Chosen.
He cannot bring himself to watch the boys who bruise their knees kneeling for her.
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