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Clementine Pennyfeather’s entrances throughout the seasons

WESTWORLD (2016-2022)

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AULI'I CRAVALHO as Janis ʻImi’ike Mean Girls (2024)

#highlight of the movie to me #incredible

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I do trust you, Clarke.

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all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

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My butch and I are both lesbians. We are, neither of us, men.

But I call him my boyfriend. I call him my boytoy, my boy, sir, Mr., guy. Cause this language makes him happy. It supports his gender and expression, and it makes him happy.

Butches of all flavors and types have been using he/him pronouns and masculine language forever. Butches have been called boy, guy, boyfriend. Butches have used "traditionally masculine" names like Mitch, Ed, Mac, Joe.

Cause guess what?

Language is fake! It's all made up! If it makes you happy, use it! Wanna call yourself "boy," even if you're not a man? Do it! Wanna be called "boyfriend," even if you're not a guy? Go for it!

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I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life

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You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”

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Rewatched Goncharov (1973) and did a few studies of my favourite scenes

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More often that I would like to admit, I think about a world where Liliana did succeed releasing predathos and getting that sweet, promised freedom for her and Imogen Once the gods are eaten and all ends it ends well (press X to doubt), she went back to Gelvaan to reunite with her family. Only when she arrives, it's like a ghost town and people keeps avoiding her. Assuming she lost her powers, she cant even ask the locals since they ran away the first sight of her.

She cant help but feel a pit in her stomach and rush back to the Temult homestead only to see an abandoned house. She slammed the door open and all that greets her are silence and dust. Even knowing there's no one in the house, she calls out to Relvin, to Imogen and is only met with silence. So, she tries to find anything, ANYTHING to find where her family. In her desperation, she went back to town and demand anyone to tell her what happened to her family. Until an elder woman walks up to her, albeit cautiously, told her everything. To her horror, Imogen had died, unable to take the pain and grieve of her life. Which in turn, broke Relvin and left Gelvaan, in the dead of night. Even the townsfolk didn't notice until they notice he didnt come to Master Faramoore's ranch on time.

The elderly woman tells her where Imogen's grave is. When Liliana arrives at her daughter's grave, flowers were delicately placed, as if someone has been taking care of Imogen's grave, caring for her.

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Reblogs were disabled so here you go

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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My take on a super suit redesign (c/o TurboStunK on Twitter) for Kara

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EWAN MCGREGOR | Vanity Fair | 2024

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Whoever takes the photos for Critical Role's merch is amazing!

#why they all so pretty #thas mean