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sjoongki · 1 year
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ramadan mubarak to all those who are observing. may this holy month soothe all of the aches lingering in your heart, wash away whatever burdens that may be weighing you down, reward you for all of the sacrifices that you have had to make in order to survive, shine light through whatever darkness that has made you doubt your place in this world, and grant you the inner peace, genuine happiness, and relief that you have been praying so patiently for.
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enden-k · 11 days
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inkskinned · 2 years
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it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.
i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.
i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."
when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.
i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.
i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.
the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.
pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.
of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.
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mysterycitrus · 2 months
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violences contre les français
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orpheuslament · 7 months
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starting a collection
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ex0rin · 7 months
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Jack Quaid as Boimler | Strange New Worlds: Those Old Scientists
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dominicsorel · 2 months
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They couldn't have taken away your heart. Only because it pines for another.
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galedekarios · 26 days
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going into the tags to see someone who prev hc'd gale as straight acting oppressed for dad gale hcs and equating having kids with "seeking normalcy", implying very much that not having children is abnormal in the same breath 🤡
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love-leah · 2 months
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The first time, it's in Vale’s motorhome, and Marc is drunk.
How he remembers it mostly is like: Vale next to him on the podium, champagne, the hand of one of his mechanics pushing at his back, laughing while they knock on Vale's door and then run.
Vale’s eyebrows, his long bare feet, one balanced on top of the other.
Marc ended up bent over with two hands on the couch, Vale behind him, one hand spread big and low on Marc's stomach under his shirt, the wet sounds of his other hand on himself.
The whole time, Marc's mouth was open. In front of him, jammed into a small closet, was Vale's race suit, standing up elbows bent like it was another person. Another Vale. The same logos and number Marc used to look at sometimes, when he did this alone in bed back home. The shape of Vale's body he was most familiar with, stiff and bigger with armor, instead of the way he'd looked when he opened the door for Marc, skinny and loose limbed, knobby knees under the hem of his shorts.
Vale flipped the hem of Marc's polo up at the last second, cool air against the sweaty skin at the small of his back, and then he came there, a warm pool of it at Marc's spine.
Vale looked at him – pulled his shirt down and got him up and turned around – and laughed, fizzy burning warmth like a too big drink of champagne, at how Marc reached around to fold his hands over where he was hard.
“Go back to your motorhome,” he told Marc, and Marc went, stickiness trailing down the small of his back; under the waistband of his shorts; down further.
In his own bed, he got himself out, one hand on his dick and one flattened below his belly button, the only place Vale had touched him.
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endenope · 14 days
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seggs
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wolf-2099 · 2 months
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Hold your goat mink like a plushie
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sjoongki · 20 days
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the month of ramadan is a time of forgoing food and water in order to nourish the soul through self-reflection, prayer, helping the less fortunate, and increased acts of compassion/kindness. as we enter this holy month and mourn the thousands of innocent lives that have and are still being taken due to the genocide and ethnic cleansing in palestine, we must remember that there are millions of men, women, and children who are still alive and worth fighting for. who are we to 'give up' when there are photos of palestinian children grinning from ear-to-ear as they excitedly hang string-lights and tiny lanterns outside of their tents? who are we to 'take a break' when a u.s. sanctioned famine has forced these beautiful people to bake bread from animal feed in order to stay alive for another day? who are we to feel hopeless and grieved to the point of inaction when we are fortunate enough to remain out of harm's way, have a roof over our heads, and will be able to break our fasts with an abundance of food and clean water? this ramadan, we must allow the plight of the palestinian people to strengthen our faith and humanity by increasing our acts of charity, worship, and activism. remember that every act of kindness, no matter how small, has the ability to change someone's life for the better. we are but travelers in this world, and someday soon, we will have passed on with only our words and our actions left to speak for us.
may this ramadan be the last one that the palestinian people observe under genocide, ethnic cleansing, and occupation.
may this ramadan bring forth the liberation of palestine and all oppressed people around the world.
may this blessed month shine light through any darkness enshrouding our hearts, and remind us of our purpose in this world.
may Allah grant us the strength to overcome our hardships and bless us with the relief that we have been waiting so patiently for.
may the resilience and humanity of the palestinian people inspire us to remain steadfast when confronting the cruelties inflicted upon the most vulnerable in this world.
and finally - may we live to witness the men, women, and children of palestine shed tears of pure joy as they raise their kites above their freed land.
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enden-k · 24 days
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watched a horror movie about a mom and her child while drawing a mom and his child
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metamorphiacreations · 5 months
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this picture has made me sob uncontrollably/srs
i could list forever about all this things going on but you gotta see for yourself
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mysterycitrus · 3 months
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also sorry ill shut up about this in a minute but — writing from jason’s perspective about dick (in post-crisis canon) is fun because like…….. dick is a very very intimidating person. often not outwardly! he’s generally pretty easy going, he’s very good at talking to people, putting people at ease, etc
but if we’re talking soft + hard power, dick outstrips jason in about every metric like 10-1. in non violent interactions with dick, jason has everything to lose — he might have to put himself at dick’s mercy to get what he wants. it’s not like an oft discussed point in canon but think about the fire power jason has in gotham vs what dick is packing (haha). literally coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb. one guys desert eagle vs the full concentrated power of the sun
once jason would have been able to rely on dick’s loyalty no matter what, the same way that tim and babs and damian and cass and steph and the titans do. but now he’s lost that privilege. he’s on the other side of the fence, second guessing everything dick does as an act to put him at easy before striking. is dick being genuinely friendly or playing 5D chess? probably both if we’re being honest
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rowlfthedog · 10 months
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Riddle me this, dear Muppet Fans & Followers-
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Where. The HELL. Does Gonzo shop for clothes?
He’s always wearing either Business Casual or Uncle Chic- (More like…Chick. Ahahah. Just a little Poultry Humor for you.) what gives? He’s two feet tall. He’s the size of a human toddler. Kermit having clothes tailored is reasonable, he’s an extremely public figure and only wears clothes for movies and special occasions. Rizzo’s wardrobe is also normal, with there being a sprawling community of Muppet rats and all, I’m sure there are rat clothing stores somewhere. EXHIBIT A:
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Yolanda’s cute little dresses. That hat Rizzo always wears. The fact that he even has the ability to wear a little T-Shirt instead of his varsity jacket when he sees fit. But GONZO?
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SIR. WHERE ARE YOU, in-universe, ACQUIRING THE LITTLE SWEATER VESTS AND SILLY SHIRTS WITH POPPED COLLARS. His wardrobe is sooooo extensive.
And yes, I HAVE considered the possibility of Muppet-specific clothing stores, BUT. You see. It has been made very clear over the years that clothes are OPTIONAL for Muppets. They’d probably be considered a commodity. Like, it’s ALL considered designer because it’s a privilege and not a necessity.
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And, you know, to be fair, this Whatever is LOADED- but ONLY SOMETIMES. He was a CEO for like a couple months and then exploded all of his income for funsies.
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