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klaineownsmysoul · 7 months
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I can’t believe one of my very favorite shots from the entire movie wasn't originally scripted.
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This amazing beautiful heart stopping soul filling moment was just a “spur of the moment” decision? My god. And it fits. It completely fits the headspace they’d be in after everything they’d just been through together. It’s the easiest thing in the world to believe that they went to sleep like this - emotionally drained and exhausted but so happy and not wanting there to be an inch of space between them. Alex’s death grip on Henry’s wrist because he’ll be damned if he’s going to wake up alone again. Henry’s smile as he stirs and feels Alex’s love literally surrounding him the way he’s always wanted to be loved but had resigned himself to never having. Every day I learn something new about this movie that makes me love it even more.
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cassmouse · 8 months
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Currently going through the biggest fixation ever on Bronya x Seele just like... as a ship. Just like. These women. These two women, y'all. They deserve to be together on levels I cannot humanly comprehend
I don't think it's remotely healthy how obsessed I currently am with this damn ship I am OBSESSED. WITH THESE TWO WOMEN AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP AAAA
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jonsawarriors · 2 years
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“they have nothing in common” I mean, besides the 1,001 things they do have in common (romantic idealism, respect for social status, empathy, ability to read people, a certain tendency toward self-absorption and brattiness, survivor instincts, ability to win over those around them, tendency to protect the vulnerable, dissociation as coping mechanism…) why is this NOT a selling point to antis? How is that challenge not fascinating to them???
(I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but… never fails to amaze me)
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amygdalae · 7 months
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we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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captainjonnitkessler · 5 months
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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The math just adds up!
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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rox-and-prose · 7 months
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i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they're disgusted with them
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etherealspacejelly · 5 months
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me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!
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myclericalromance · 1 year
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i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
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i hate this popular sentiment that's like "nobody cares about your baby" "nobody cares what you had for dinner" "nobody cares about your spotify wrapped" like ok why are you on social media following people whose lives you don't care about. there's an easy fix for that
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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starbuck · 5 months
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i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
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nat-20s · 5 months
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