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dduane · 3 months
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A diagram of the Irish seasons and months in the traditional/Celtic, astronomical, and meteorological modes, with the standard calendar months around the edges: courtesy of our one-county-over neighbor, @CarlowWeather, over on the platform formerly known as Twitter.
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gnometa233 · 24 days
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"we need more weird queers" Y'ALL CANT EVEN HANDLE LESBIANS SAYING THEY EXCLUDE MEN.
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clowngirlpony · 10 months
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Clown girls do so much for the tumblr ecosystem. We are so jovial and kind spirited and full of whimsy, not to mention our honkers of course.
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walter-hotgirl-white · 3 months
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i love how the fandom treats mark hoffman, like, we’re totally supposed to see him as an intelligent, angsty, brooding villain but instead everyone is like “lol big boob boy slut oooo he wants to kiss strahm sooooo bad” MY BROTHER IN CHRIST. THAT IS A MIDDLE AGED SERIAL KILLER.
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ibeewashere · 1 month
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RIGHT BEFORE OINKING AT AN OFFICER OF THE LAW???? in the most respectful aromantic way possible I have never found Zac Oyama more attractive in my life SORRY I MEAN
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tattlecrime-dot-com · 2 years
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one of my favorite takes from people who think the baymax episode centred around menstruation is inherently bad is that exposing kids to the concept of periods is “taking away their childhood” but they also want to say that menstruation is supposed to be taken seriously and shouldn’t be a lighthearted topic in a children’s show
it’s important for kids to understand the concept of menstruation, because as baymax says in the show, it’s biology! it’s natural! and it prevents kids from being horrified or shocked when they get their first periods because they weren’t educated on the topic! and arguably the best way to talk to children about menstruation is by having a beloved cartoon character explain it to them in a way that doesn’t characterize it as weird or unnatural
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aurore-dupin · 5 months
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I get so emotional when people put Ema in group art. Not only like just because she is my favorite character, but also like-
She gets left out of WAA stuff because she’s not an employee.
She’s left out of Edgeworth’s kids stuff because she’s got less plot relevance than Kay or Sebastian in the Investigations duology,
And then she’s rarely in Narumitsu family things even when she’s such a synthesis of both of them and is one of the very few characters that has been both an investigative assistant and assistant to counsel.
The fact that neither Phoenix or Miles went through the trouble of actually keeping up with her after RFTA in a real way and yet she is an orphan and now that her sister is gone????? I want to believe they do so bad but I know they don’t.
Much to think about.
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chirpsythismorning · 4 months
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I’m gonna be right there beside milevens cheering if there is leaks about casting for a young male teen, presumed by fans to be Will’s love interest, but for different reasons 😅
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silvathemagicalgirl · 2 months
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Everytime an anime-only makes a comment about Solo Leveling being cliche or only male power fantasy, it terrifies me more and more.
Because first off...
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But mostly....it scares me for the rumored ORV anime.
Because ORV starts off in disguise. It makes you think it's another run-of-the-mill male power fantasy (a good one, but in the genre nonetheless), and then it slowly peels back the curtain. ORV does have an overpowered male protagonist, but ain't no one want to be Kim Dokja. Not even Kim Dokja.
But it takes its time. Even the webtoon ain't at That Scene (Chap 188) yet. Let alone the full nature of The Fourth Wall and the existential meta exploration of reader, writer, and protagonist. It drip feeds all that.
Just read the reviews on Novel Updates. Read any review of a reader who never made it past chapter 100. (irl Renouncers if you will.) Abundant complaints about how it's cliche and Kim Dokja is too overpowered. It's uninteresting and doesn't do anything other action apocalypse fantasies don't. Blah blah blah etc etc. Compare those to any reviews marked "complete." Night and day.
Now imagine that on a much much larger scale. There are people watching SL rn that have never touched a manhwa or webnovel in their life. And you know as soon as an ORV anime comes out, people gonna be reviewing it based on those first couple episodes. They're gonna say so much stuff about how ORV is copying others in its genre and the main character is overpowered for no reason and a bunch of other things ORV does On Purpose so it can subvert them later. ORV is also a love letter to its genre, so first it has to be solidly IN the genre. So they're gonna criticize the genre instead of ORV itself.
The internet is going to be flooded with people who do not and probably will never know what ORV truly is. How plot threads that seem like they are dropped will come back when you least expect it. How you will finish the epilogue and question your entire existence as a person who reads. How Kim Dokja is both someone the reader can and doesn't want to project themselves onto. He's the Rule of Cool but also inherently tragic.
There are gonna be so many ignorant comments and it's going to be so hard not to THROW HANDS.
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buddie-buddie · 1 year
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be the lightning in me (strike relentless)
co-writer: @princessfbi 6x12 coda - 1.3k - g - read on ao3
“You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to… allow yourself to feel it.”
“How do you feel about that?” The question’s been burning at the tip of Buck’s tongue since he first woke up, since he came out of the coma. Since he first saw the darkness hiding beneath Eddie’s relieved smile– lingering in his features, clinging to the shadows beneath his eyes and the stubble across his jaw. 
Ever since, the question’s been swimming in his mind, itching at his skin, begging to be asked. To be answered. 
Eddie sighs, suddenly very much occupied with trimming the crusts off of Christopher’s sandwich. “Buck–”
“No, I– I’m serious,” Buck presses. He has to know. He can’t bear it any longer. “E-Everyone keeps asking me how I feel. But who’s asking you?”
Eddie sets the knife down on the counter with a small huff. He walks over to the fridge, completely dodging the question. “You think Chris would rather have blueberries or grapes?”
“Grapes,” Buck doesn’t miss a beat. “Eddie.” Buck pushes because Eddie is the one person who pushes back and Buck doesn’t know why Eddie won’t even look at him. 
“Don’t ask me that, Buck.” 
It isn’t a request. 
Buck’s breath hitches, trapped somewhere in the back of his throat because it isn’t a request. It isn’t a command. It isn’t anything more than a raw, unfiltered plea from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest. 
Buck doesn’t move. Moving feels dangerous. Like he’s waiting for lightning to strike again, but instead of him, it’s Eddie up on that ladder. 
But he needs Eddie to push back. How else is Buck supposed to remember that any of this is real? 
“Why not?” He asks, just as raw. Just as much of a plea. Maybe even a little more desperate.  
There’s something unreadable in Eddie’s expression. His voice is quiet when he speaks, rough in a way it only ever gets when thick with emotion. “Because I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Then don’t.” He swallows around the dryness that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. “I died.” Saying it out loud, saying it seriously , for the first time makes his heart slam into his ribcage. 
“Yeah.” Eddie draws in a long, shaky breath, He scrubs his hand over his face, his chest rising and falling slowly. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. A moment Buck clings to because he’s starting to understand just how much can be missed in a moment. Eddie braces himself against the countertop, fists clenching so tight his knuckles turn white. “It felt like a part of me died, too.”
The push. Buck feels it as the words nudge against his chest and find their way in between his ribs. The words are frank, strong. But they feel like they could shatter any second anyway.  
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Buck holds his breath. “Pretend I don’t.”
“Because when your heart stopped so did mine.” Eddie says, brave and heartbroken all at once. His gaze cuts to Buck and it’s like being struck by lightning all over again. “I love you.”
Eddie’s never said that before. Not without man or dude tacked onto the end of it. And never with such a softness to it. Never with the words dripping with reverence. Never like this. It sends Buck into a tailspin, his chest squeezing and his heart pounding as he replays the three words over in his mind. His pulse hammers in his ears. 
“Eddie,” he breathes. 
Eddie’s chin trembles before he bites his cheek and looks away. “You were just hanging there and I– I couldn’t pull you up.” His voice breaks.
“I’m sorry.” The shaky edge to Buck’s voice wasn’t there a minute ago. 
The sound Eddie barks out is harsh and catches in his nose as he shakes his head. “You don’t—”
He stops himself with a hand to his mouth, pushing away the bite of his words. Eddie curls his arms around himself like he’s trying to hold himself from splitting in two and it makes something in Buck ache. 
“You don’t have to apologize for being struck by lightning, Buck,” Eddie says, softer, gentler but just as certain. There’s forgiveness in his eyes all the same. 
Buck rises from his barstool, walking around the island until he’s closed the distance between them. He reaches for Eddie’s hands, taking them in his own as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “And you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened to me.”
Eddie’s gaze drops and Buck knows what Eddie’s instincts were telling him. He knows because his own are screaming at him to do the same, begging himself to stop exposing the throbbing live wire of a nerve they’d bandaged and pretended wasn’t hurting. 
Eddie barely gets the space to swerve before Buck is grabbing onto the first thing he can reach. Eddie’s hips are warm and soft beneath the harsh fabric of his jeans, giving to the slight pressure of Buck’s fingertips as he holds on. 
Eddie swallows, trying to back away, but Buck follows because if he doesn’t, he doesn’t think he would be able to find this moment again. The counter keeps them pinned and Buck dips down to catch Eddie’s eyes again. 
“Eddie,” he breathes. He’s too close. Close enough that he can count the number of endless lashes framing those hazel eyes. Close enough he can see the heartache swimming behind them. The hope, too. “I’m right here.”
Eddie’s mouth trembles. “But you weren’t.”
“I know,” Buck says. He has the sore chest and the bruises and the lightning branded into his skin to prove it. 
“Three minutes, Buck,” Eddie says, his words wet and thick with emotion fighting to break free from his resolve. “For three minutes you weren’t here. And I-I-I can’t…”
“I love you,” Buck says. Pushes because maybe that’s what they both need. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales and Buck pushes again. “I love you, too.” The words roll off his tongue effortlessly, like they’ve been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Maybe they have been.
Eddie’s face twitches before he opens his eyes again. Strong, shaky fingers tangle in his t-shirt, holding him there like Eddie doesn’t want Buck to float away. 
Not even a hurricane could’ve made Buck move then. 
Eddie’s eyes shine as his fingers brush against Buck’s cheek. He touches him like he’s special, not like he’s fragile. Like he’s something precious. 
Buck presses his forehead against Eddie’s and a small breath from Eddie ghosts across Buck’s lips. The moment stretches between them like infinity and Buck breathes through the tension of it. 
“Please,” Buck manages, the word hanging between them in the space between their lips. 
Eddie kisses him and everything settles. The uncertainty snapping like static at the base of his spine softens and the low hum that’s been buzzing beneath Buck’s skin goes quiet. 
His blood sings as he melts into Eddie’s touch. 
A low sigh escapes his lips as Eddie pulls away too soon and Buck can’t help but chase after him. 
“I love you,” Buck murmurs. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of saying it, doesn’t think he’ll ever lose sight of the wonder that comes from being in love with Eddie and from being loved by Eddie in return. 
Eddie kisses him again and Buck’s breath hitches, warmth exploding behind his chest. He makes a tiny, contented noise in the back of his throat. He’s never felt more alive. 
Buck was dead, but Eddie brought him back. In more ways than one. 
Eddie breathes life into him in a way he hadn’t realized he so desperately needed, clinging to the inside of his lungs and permeating his soul on the deepest level. They’re two halves of one whole. 
Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and lets his lips ghost across Buck’s knuckles. And with that, the last of the ache in Buck’s chest ebbs away like the tide beneath a full moon, his heart called home to Eddie’s like waves to the sea.
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comic-anguish · 1 year
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Ordinary generational trauma ❌
The same guy showing up every generation to hurt everyone in a 100 mile radius ✅
Someone better take away Willy Stampler’s right to exist istg
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noveltybee · 3 months
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Imagine putting your heart and soul into a project because you love the source material, but have to work around certain scenarios because they won’t really translate well to screen, which is fine because you’ve gotten help/blessings from the ORIGINATOR of said source material so you’re feeling really good about everything. Maybe you wish you could change somethings, but you’re proud of the story that you’ve told and how true it is to the HEART OF THE STORY…
Only to then read that some of the fans of said source material think the show is awful and (somehow??) worse than the bad movie adaptations that disregarded the heart of the material (the actually STORY), all because of a casino and either adding or dropping minor story beats.
Wow. Just wow.
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catofoldstones · 5 months
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On that note, Selyse is not going to burn Shireen. It is going to be Stannis and Stannis alone. Who do you think is it going to be? A mother who has shown to be fiercely protective of her daughter even against only ill perceived dangers or a man having a history of burning people (even trying blood relatives) and who has a vested interest in burning royal blood and soon?
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divinequo · 11 months
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DEE CANONICALLY HAS A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT DEE YOU LOSER
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wickedcriminal · 8 months
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Hohenheim coming back to Resembool and asking Pinako Rockbell to take her family and leave the country, only for Pinako to refuse and say she needs to stay for the people who need a place to come home to
And then Edward coming back to Resembool and asking Winry to take her family and leave the country, only for her to refuse, refusing to entertain the idea that the boys wouldn't come back home to her
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bitacrytic · 5 months
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At this point, I'm on Kangok's side because what the fuck?
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Jiyong knows that Kangok cloned his phone. He knows that Kangok watches his every move. He knows that Kangok is sitting by the phone, waiting for him to send a text. He is VERY aware of Kangok's creepy and obsessive tendencies.
And yet, he hasn't told Kangok to stop.
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