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#they truly have no privacy
abyssiniahenry · 10 months
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fagitsukareita · 27 days
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thinking about how warped tori’s sense of privacy must be considering there are ALWAYS ghosts everywhere to him, to a point where he actually gets more weirded out when there AREN’T any ghosts around him
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moonshynecybin · 3 months
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Okay but what is vale’s reaction to the motogp Instagram account posting that in the forced coming out au. Internally I mean. Does he do his best to ignore it? Is he so deep in denial that he’s patting himself on the back for being a good actor? What narrative is he building in his head?
coming down on jorge lorenzo (decidedly winning the idgaf war in all years) sending it to him and vale externally commenting two little love hearts and @ ing marc's insta publicly BUT also internally being like. im gonna have to run away to some uninhabited island in the mediterranean and live in exile like napoleon this sucks so bad
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marielle-heller · 2 years
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Burn Notice 7x02: Forget Me Not
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heartbrake-hotel · 1 year
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I've been creeping around some old posts like a... creeper. Anyway, your tag game is seriously everything! What you wrote about the appeal of 'big daddy era' Elvis, the juxtaposition between being and seeming, the longing but not feeling deserving, the creeping horror that his vulnerabilities are getting harder to hide... My god, you had me by the heart! After so many years, I don't tend to cry over the tragedy of that man, my sorrow and empathy have healed into a hard callus and I veer round it because it feels like picking at a sucking wound, but you cut me back open in such a beautiful heartfelt way!
All this to say, I could read your thoughts and discourse all day.
🥰🥰🥰 hELLO JADE??????? stoppp ittt i can't take any more of this you have me giggling and blushing already !! and this praise coming from YOU of all people.. Oh Help 😩💘 even as i was writing those tags i was thinking i couldn't quite articulate everything i meant to properly, so to hear that it came out not only coherent but resonant, and Especially with such an accomplished bde writer as yourself is praise of the highest order.!
the funny thing is, just minutes before i saw this ask i was rereading ch 3 of an enjoyable slide to oblivion and thinking "that'S IT !!! that's exactly what i was talking about !!!" 🤭 chancy being repeatedly struck by how different elvis is from the man she once knew, the way she sees peeks of his "real" self under the persona but then second-guesses herself and wonders which one is more truthful, if either.??? it's EXACTLY the kind of complicated relationship w image i was trying to describe.!! 🤩
of course, elvis in all his eras serves as a beautiful mess of contradictions- masculine yet feminine, innocent yet salacious, clever yet naive, cocky yet needy, bossy yet pleading, larger-than-life yet lonely, personable yet introspective... but by far my favorite way to explore this complicated nature is through the lens of the mid-to-late 70s. it's the time when the most negative parts of his personality are out in full force, and yet it's also the time during which it's most apparent that he was desperately in need of a care and affection he wasn't getting. even elvis at his worst is still impossible not to love, and that always really speaks to me.!
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random-french-girl · 1 year
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need everyone to stop having public opinions about the private life of actors so i can go on my weekly twitter scroll and look at fun lil videos of my blorbos without being bombarded by the most UNHINGED commentary. just discuss this in the group chat with your besties like god intended!! not every thought you have needs to be published!!
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effysayres · 2 months
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it's eleven in the morning on a rainy day. i'm sitting in my mom's old rocking chair in the guest room. i look over my laptop and i see my girlfriend lying in bed, asleep. it's raining outside. we are planning to stay indoors and lounge around. i'm twenty-nine years old, on the cusp of thirty, and i'm in love and my love is asleep in my old bed and wrapped in my bedsheets. life is good.
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magnoliamyrrh · 1 year
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i think that whole "never felt safe growing up and most of my life" thing did real damage to my psyche lmao
#......... whole damn childhood of not feeling safe. i think... the one place i can even think of where i was truly comfortable was my aunts#house. and id see her rarely and not get to stay w her that often/long...#.... apart from that?.... just constant fucking fear and wanting to escape and be left alone#... when i got older like middle high college id feel somewhat safe at friends houses. but i always dreaded having to go home#when i lived at college was... the first time i actually lived somewhere where i felt kinda safe and at home. but my parents made sure to#remind me that it wasnt my actual home lmaoo and that they could take it away at any moment#just like how after we moved from romania i had to hear all the time. while i was stuck in a foreign country as a kid. that my room isnt my#own nothing is my own i owe them everything privacy wasnt allowed etc etc#...... after college i lived w my partner in the ghetto. like shots outside 7+ times a day sorta ghetto. i literally felt safer and more#comfortable and vibing and chill than i did at home with my parents?? lmaoo jfc i actually miss it#apart from that... probably the second time i was in the psych ward lol#and after i come back from romania its gonna be months again of having to stay alone w my stepfather whose like. weirdly sexually attracted#to me and loud and agressive and it just. triggers me so fucking much. god. i hate all this. i hate all this#twenty two fucking years of knowing little else than fucking fear and loneliness. i just. want. to feel safe.#for fucking once#so often i just wanna curl up in a borrow and never come out. thats all i want. im so tired. im so tired of this
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People struggling is not click-bait. It is not trailer material. It is not filming material. Especially when you have made every task nigh impossible to complete with insufficient time requirements, ludicrous expectations and pitiful support otherwise.
Have the human decency to stop shoving your flipping camera in their faces and capturing vulnerable moments. They have a right to privacy.
Just because this competition features real people, does not mean you can profit off of their every moment. They are not tools of endless exploitation.
People struggling, hurting and their mental health suffering is NOT ENTERTAINMENT.
It is absolutely not the reason I watch Bake Off.
Respect your bakers!
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ranvwoop · 5 months
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I'm like right on the line between being a private person and. not. like I'll be fairly open about things but i will not share any of my interpersonal relationships . that's My Friend to you
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ladyriot · 1 year
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Patterson's Moral Centre
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Patterson's "unwavering" moral centre definitely wavers. Everyone's does.
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shadowboxmind · 5 months
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Stinks to like a thing but 90% of fan content you see does not appeal to you in the least
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svartalfhild · 9 months
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I've had a very unexpected witch moment of truly epic proportions and now I'm like "maybe I should do tarot readings and rune casting for money because holy shit".
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mako-mahko · 1 year
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You know, not enough people on here are talking about the conversational parallels between the apple cart scene between Katya and Sofia and the bridge scene between Goncharov and Andrei. Yes, the soundtrack's motif is there in both the bridge scene and the clocktower shots, so obviously that's what people are going to focus on; but there's something rather substantial to be said about the parallels between the apple cart scene- something which is widely agreed upon to be one of the most blatantly homoerotic scenes in the entire film- and one of the most impactful and revealing character moments in the narrative.
In these scenes, one character truly expresses their desire (although not explicitly in a sexual or romantic way (although with the surrounding subtext and the context from the rest of the plot it's hard to deny their meanings)) for the other. The twist about this, however, is that they play opposite roles in the narrative. Sofia orbits Katya, having such a fierce allegiance towards the woman that she would do anything for her, even stand up against Katya's mafia don of a husband. Goncharov is obsessed with Andrei, toxically so, to the point where he goes so far as to ensnare him in every little thing to keep him close, even as Andrei attempts to distance himself from fear of their operation going south (as it does after the betrayal; this film truly has one of the best depictions of narrative foreshadowing and cyclical narratives I've seen from films of the period.)
Their partners are both enthralled by the others declarations, but in opposite directions. Katya takes their conversation as a means to go through with her plan, as she has the reassurance of one of her closest confidants. Andrei, on the other hand, asserts that he must stick with Goncharov in order to survive, thus falling further into the bond that they share (and further dooming himself, in turn).
In short, these scenes just show so much thought into character relationships and bonds and it's a shame that so many people do not see the many similarities that they share.
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lepidopterium · 2 years
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#spent all day in agony in bed because my fucking parents keep dragging us around on this awful vacation to whatever suits their whim w/o#asking us what we want or even showing any care for how we're doing or adjusting#i didnt want to leave the house of my aunt in cairo. i have privacy there and its closest to what im used to living in#i can tolerate the heat wave there despite my antidepressants. and im genuinely happy and at ease#but now im at the aunt who lives in the country and. bless her i love this aunt but i cant function here#the water is polluted and spending most of the vacation out here dried up my hair and skin badly. not to mention i havent been drinking#enough water because i can only safely drink bottled water which is expensive#and truly ive been trying to make the best of things but im trapped. i cant go anywhere. im always physically uncomfortable bc i#cant get used to living in the country like this. im surrounded by people who act friendly and sweet but still dont take no for an answer#whether it be forcing me to eat meat or like in the case of my baby cousin sticking to me bc i listen to her talk#and im scarred from being forced by my family out here to apologize to my mother (and they tried to get me to hug her) after SHE pulled a#knife on me and the aunt from cairo had to wrestle it out of her hand#i feel ill listening to cousins i looked up to as a kid talk about gay people and effeminate men the way they do#and i cant be at ease bc as a woman i have to act and dress in a way im not only used to but despise#ultimately ive had to mentally erase who i am and my needs so i can get through the day to day here#bc i cant go anywhere. i cant eat or dress how i like. i have limited access to things that bring comfort. i can barely communicate.#i have no privacy. and i have to act polite and happy no matter how i feel. and im physically ill from this heat#i cant even use the bathroom out here. no ready access to clean water either. i dont even have these basic things#and im trying to sleep but everyone is in this fucking room and the lights are on and theyre all chatting so i had to bury my face in my#sleeve and just quietly cry because im exhausted and there's nothing i can do about it but endure#i want to go home. i want to at least be back in cairo where i feel semi normal.#im sick and need to shower with warm. clean. water#i can't keep enduring nonstop daily discomfort on the most basic level. and i have no where to go#and i feel like a baby for complaining. but there is nothing for me here. and i can only survive here by pretending im not here and just#letting things happen BUT. im at my limit by now.#she pulled a fucking knife on me and then they made ME apologize. she was going to kill me.#im all alone. i want to go home.#plus everyone keeps touching me. i cant get any space. everyone keeps talking to me about marriage and kids and then getting upset when i#say no. i dont want that. i mean it. its not a joke. i dont want that. why wont they stop fucking bringing it up. why do they insist it's#wrong of me to want otherwise. barely have a glimpse of who i am and already im teetering on disdain from jokes that are actually serious
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