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cy-cyborg · 7 months

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People on the internet: they can't hire actors who are actually in wheelchairs to play wheelchair users in movies! What if there's a scene where they need to stand up? A wheelchair user can't do that!

Robert Rodriguez: hold my beer

This is a scene from spy kids 3 - a movie in a series famous for its shoe-string budgets, where Ricardo Montalbán's character is in a wheelchair, but spends most of his screen time in a digital reality where he doesn't need it. Ricardo Montalbán was actually in a wheelchair though in real life, so they just used a combination of VFX and camera tricks (and a dolly for a few shots) to film those scenes. Also if I remember correctly the movie ends with him back in the real world, fighting a mech with his jet-pack wheelchair lmao.

The disability rep is dated (as is the VFX lol) and does fall into a lot of tropes I personally dont like, but it's so earnest in their attempts, and the visible effort behind the scenes to include a real, disabled actor outweighs it for me - even as a kid who wasnt fully aware of why.

Bigger studios have no excuse.

I've linked the video I got these screenshots from, they talk a lot about how they handled Ricardo Montalbán's character being out of his wheelchair there. If if you like behind the scenes stuff for campy old movies, I highly recommend it!

[ID 1: a screenshot of the movie Spy kids 3D, showing Juni, the main character in a suit of yellow power armour, talking to his grandfather, who towers over him in red power armour. his grandfather is kneeling so he can be at eye level with him.

the caption underneath reads "where he kneels down and talks to Juni" /end ID 1]

[ID 2: a photo of the same shot but without the effects. Grandpa is shown to be in a wheelchair, and is being held at the needed height by a moveable platform his wheelchair is sitting on. Juni is wearing the armour, grandpa is not, and there are green screens behind them.

the caption underneath reads "but we just had him lowered in a dolly" /end ID 2]

#disability #physical disability #disability representation #disability in media #spy kids 3 #wheelchair user #wheelchair #representation matters #disability in movies #vfx #image descriptions #also ambulatory wheelchair users exsist so the point these people try to make about them not being able to do some scenes still doesn't work

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mixtercandy · 8 months

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This Roxanne drawing is kinda old cus my brush type changed before i could finish it, but I'll still post :3

#i just really wanted to try forward facing roxanne cus i havent done that before & it came out kinda awesom!!#cand posts #cand arts #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #roxanne wolf #cand fav art #edit: also there exsists a version without the long hair in the back aka punk ass hairstyle

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sadacon · 2 years

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Comic fans are so pathetic they'll see a character that hasn't been seen in awhile drawn in the background small as shit and and start screaming like "MY BABY THEY REMEMBERED MY BABY" and immediately get their hopes up that they're gonna actually start showing up again even tho that almost never actually happens.

I am comic fans

#sadacon codec #mia dearden shower up un the backround of an alt universe comic after not beung seen for #what i think has been a few years of not exsisting #hell stargirl got a whole show before she was actually back in comics for more then one offs #dc the bane of my existence

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ninjasmudge · 3 months

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snake jaguar is cool he should be allowed to give rocky dangerbuff a makeover

#moments before this they were that meme of the one girl applying makeup to the other lying on the floor #hell get a mask too for disguise #ninjago #cole brookstone #cole ninjago #ninjago zane #zane julien #my art #ninjago art #UNDERSTAND that in my brain theyre lesbians #and they exsist in a nebulous are- they-a-ship? are-they-not-a-ship? area bc i genuinely dont mind either interpretation #i enjoy them as a ship but also enjoy them as friends so interpret how you want #meant to post yesterday and forgor anyway ive been awake all night and now its evening the next day letsgo (to bed)

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quartergremlin · 5 months

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the next part. i am considering letting donnie say a slur.

#quarterdraws #rise donnie #preview #maybe?#i havent even drawn it yet this is literally all that exsists #but maybe these panels make it in.#or maybe they become my new ''leo laying awake in bed with Trans Thoughts''

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ghost-format · 6 months

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AU where Tim Drake is a vampire, But nobody realized because they think he’s just being like the rest of the bats

Like yeah, that level of crypticness is standard here

Oh he talks to the bats in the cave sometimes? Yeah so do the others

Oh, he’s hanging off of something upside down? Dick does it more than the others combined

He smells like blood? Yeah that’ll happen when crimefighting

#this probably already exsists but still #batfam stuff #format speaks #GhostFormat’s ideas #batfam #Tim Drake #Tim Drake-Wayne #batfamily #writing inspo #art inspo

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mommyclaws · 4 months

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CrookedBlue yuri moments 😍

#THIS IS THE ONLY CANON ART THAT EXSISTS WITH THEM TOGETHER 😭😭😭#CrookedBlue

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kabutoden · 28 days

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i look at you and my eyes are so so so wet like with tears tears of pure emotion and extend out my closed fist and then I open up my hand and you see her. my troll oc. the greatest oc. from 2013. I brought her back and redesigned her and im insane about her again. i begin sobbing on the ground. she’s so small. itty bitty……….

#this is melosa she is everything to me #weeping crying sobbing oh my god look at her awwwww AWWWUGHHH WEEHEHHH #sorry for not answering asks I was drawing this and buying some little bug guys who really rule.#id like to answer them soon im just a little burnt out #yeah she has an ankle monitor and hidden shock collar… little guy gets into a lot of trouble.#she’s the first jadeblooded cicada on her colony so they haven’t culled her for her antics.#the cicadas are essential to communicating with the mother grub #however by sabotage/accident she was given to a lusus for a more normal jadeblood and the nest parasite process went wrong #leading to her being rejected by her lusus : ( <im sooo edgy.#she spent a good deal of her time as a pretty young wriggler wandering around stealing from other trolls in the complex. the youngest troll #are raised in the interior layer of the planet.#she’s always been a rambler. she’s in the WALLS. she managed to break into somewhere super secret she wasn’t supposed to which got #The tracking device stuck on her. if she gets into areas she’s not supposed to be the collar might shock her.#she’s pretty miffed about the whole thing!! it doesn’t help with her exsisting issues with aggression #she likes making people mad and making people fight. just an angry wrath filled little guy #she wears the collars on her horns to stop anyone from trying to calm her down #bugstuck #buggy trolls #homestuck #homestuck oc #fantroll

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realjrwiquotes · 3 months

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day 27

Ashe: (about William and Vyncent) are they always this-this banter-y? I feel like I'm in a TV show. Dakota: Yeah, it gets a little weird when they're alone, so we just gotta keep an eye on them. William: Hey, Vyncent. Can you-touch me? Vyncent: I'd love to.

Prime Defenders Season 1 Episode 11: The Carnival of Souls- 1:25:30 submitted by @cardiganjam

#queue #real jrwi quote #submitted quote #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #i don't check every submission #but i doubled checked this one because what the fuck??? why #why would he say this #this is why this blog exsists

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minty-mumbles · 4 months

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What an excellent day to remember that trans women are people and trans men are people and nonbinary people are people, and all of them deserve bodily autonomy, human rights, and love

Peace and love on planet earth 🥰

#and if you don’t remember one of those things then go die in a Yule Log fire #and get the HELL off my blog #like I am literally trans wtf #don’t you dare find enjoyment in my creations if you are fundamentally agaisnt my exsistance #also merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate #except terfs

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nolassolace · 2 months

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✨Fiiine boy Friday ✨

Hey Nicky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind hey Nicky hey hey Nicky🎶💕

Anywhore he's bbygrls design (of course I'm biased)

Here's your reminder that Nick was the star player in both timelines💕

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terr1ble-lie · 6 months

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Mind reader

i usually post on wattpad and use tumblr for reading or speaking my mind, so sorry my followers who just see this

Patrick Bateman x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut/NSFW, dubcon, degredation, forced proximity. the mains ones, if you think i should add any more let me know <3

you and bro are trapped in a elevator/lift together. you hate him, he hates you. but he always knows how to pass the time.

(It’s been to long since I’ve seen this movie, so bare with. read through once or twice but there probs still a few mistakes)

You and Patrick Bateman had never gotten along. You were all he hated in a woman. Strong minded, opinionated, *a human being opposed to an object*. Good thing for him, you hated him just as much. Objectively at least. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get something out of his controlling and rude nature. Though you’d never admit that to yourself. It’s everything you stand against. But that was half of the appeal…

Much to your utter disgust, and no doubt his own, you two were stuck in an elevator together. It had stopped working between floors. And you two would be in here for at least an hour. Or so the mechanic on the emergency call told you.

“Just my damn luck..”

You annoyedly mumbled to yourself. Running your fingers through your hair.

“You read my mind”

the words uttered from his pampered mouth held no emotion whatsoever. It wasn’t a surprise.

“I can’t think of anything I’d want less in all fairness. Reading your mind would no doubt drive me to jump until the damn lift drops”

*here we go again…*

“The fact that you 're even considering that means you’ve thought about it at least once.”

He sounded smug, like catching you in a lie. Though you didn’t let it show how much such a small comment got on your nerves

“It’s not like there’s much to think about when we are trapped together in such a small space”

You grumbled. mind spiralling to try and distract you from your current circumstances though it wasn't much of a distracting, judging by the fact your eyes locked straight onto him. A hungry gaze masked by judgement wandered over to his slightly taller, and a lot broader, body. You were stood leaning against the closed door. He was standing straight on the other side, no more than 3 ft between the two of you. Of course this was a perfect opportunity to check him out, not like he’d get anything but an unnecessary ego boost from it.

Your eyes dragged over him from head to toe. Lingering on the way his tailored slacks tighten over his toned thighs. You wondered how much the man could lift. But the thought was soon pushed from your mind as your eyes landed on another part the pants strained against.

letting your gaze stay in his bulge for longer than you were willing to admit to yourself. You felt like the type of people you so despised. Checking others out as if they were a freshly cooked steak. You took your self disgust as a cue to avert your ever-more interested eyes.

But that glance was all you needed for your mind to spin.

Sadly, said glance was also all he needed too.

“You’re as a subtle as a brick”

He broke the silence. Your face immediately flushing, albeit subtly. Ironic.

“Don’t pretend I haven’t caught you getting more than an eyeful of all the women in this office. They should put you on a damn leash”

she retorted. Shifting in her stance to cross one ankle over the other as her back arched off the door in return. Your poor shirt straining against your full chest at the movement. The small gaps in the fabric give a clear enough view to see the ash grey bra you wore. This time it was the bateman's hungry eyes drinking in the sight.

“Dressing for comfort over appearances? Maybe you're not as much of a slut as I thought”

You scoffed at his comment. Running her hand through her hair once more before responding, reluctantly.

“Proving my damn point”

“I never said I didn’t. Keep up.”

You felt your fists clench in self restraint as he continued nonchalantly insulting you. One of the many reasons you fantasised about the man begging for mercy from you. In any and all ways. Who could blame you though, right?

Entertaining him with a response would both add to your annoyance and his smugness, so you decided against it. The fact he continued shouldn’t have been a surprise. And this time he took a step closer.

“You should wear lace tomorrow. Black, balconette style. Easier on the eyes”

He quips. It did nothing but make your damn blood boil. you were always quick to react.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

The scoff scoff drew a twitch from his eye. It was barely noticeable but enough to make her feel proud for getting a reaction.

“I was thinking the same about you. Although I’m sure it would be easy enough to make you”

“What do you m-“

You were cut off by a strong hand lacing in your hair and tugging you to the side sharply. Your head kept to the left, the side of your neck exposed. And much to your surprise, the movement drew a involuntary whimper from her throat

“hmm.”

he took another step closer so his body kept you cornered against the door of the lift. His grip tightening in your hair and pulling you down further. your hands darting up the grab his wrist in a feeble attempt to get away from him

“Get your damn hands off you me you sick bastard-“

you were once again cut off. His free hand strikes you hard across the face and draws another, more pained whimper from her. A grimace formed on your lips as the sting flooded the sensitive flesh of your cheek. And you glared up at him.

He showed nothing. Not even a smirk. And despite it all, the dreaded ache of arousal coiled in the dip of your pelvis in a way you've never felt before.

Your breath was heavier, hotter. And then he finally chuckled. It was mocking with nothing real behind it. More a show of dominance than anything else.

“This will pass time I guess. Kneel, whore”

You whined in response to his venom laced words. Shaking your head as much as you could with his grip still in your hair, as strong as it was. To nobody’s amazement, this didn’t sit well with the man.

He wrapped a leg to coil around yours before giving you a sharp jab in the back of the knee with his heel. Taking a swift step back to give you enough room to fall to your knees. His hand never leaves your hair for even a second.

“I can see it in your eyes. Dont lie to me.”

Before your protests could leave your mind, he’d already unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks. Freeing his almost concerningly hard erection. He really was getting off on forcing this out of you. And to your disgust, you were too.

Without a second thought you presented your open mouth for fucking. Your rational thought now completely clouded by arousal and you accepted this was in fact happening. And he accepted the invitation with open arms, and legs. Invading your mouth with his painfully large cock.

You gagged, the result of his negligent speed of thrusting into your mouth and instantly hitting the back of your throat.

the feeling of your throat tightening around him in attempts to purge him of your insides was almost euphoric. Expressing his pleasure in an almost inaudible grunt.

He used his grip on your locks to guide your head to meet his thrusts. Beginning to fuck your face as if you were nothing but a toy to him. And it suited you. That was all you were to the tall, brunette businessman taking advantage of your less and savoury kinks.

His pace increased. The spare, large and veined hand of his bracing himself against the door of the elevator you were once leant on. your satisfyingly tight throat meeting every snap of his hips.

You moaned around him. The depraved noise sends a subtle vibration right through him.

“Do that again..-“

He spoke between the heavy breaths synced with his thrusts. And you knew it wasn't a polite request. And you happily, instinctively obliged. More moans being forced from your Pre-cum soaked throat.

He never lost control of his thrusts. The only thing he gave as warning of his climax was the distended groan he let out before his grip on your hair tightened very painfully. Soon your throat was warmed and coated in ribbons of cum. And he glared down at you. A silent demand you followed almost eagerly. Taking great care to keep your eyes locked with his as you swallowed every last drop. within two attempts. It was difficult while he was still in your mouth.

He removed his cock eventually after he was satisfied you’d taken him fully. And as quickly as it all happened, his tailored slacks were zipped up once more and his back was against the far lift wall.

Your jaw was left aching. Your expensive lipstick smudged down your chin and mascara gathering at the corner of your eyes. But you stood. The action of you standing made you realise the lift was moving up again. That trademark ding ringing out as you finish readjusting your skirt.

You turned around just as the door slid open. Wordlessly pushing past the people crowded around waiting to see if you were both ok. You hoped you walked fast enough that your ruined makeup looked like the blur of movement.

But Just before you were out of earshot, you heard that painfully familiar voice ring out from behind you

“Maybe you couldn’t read my mind but I sure as hell read yours”

You hated that he was right.

#fanfiction #horror movies #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #first fanfic in a long time and written for my friend #im so sorry this exsists lmao

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crows-of-buckets · 3 months

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Edelgard was 18.

Edelgard was 18 and held the entirety of her future in her hands. She was 18 and alone, 18 and scared, 18 and angry.

Edelgard was 18 sitting at a desk. Her desk. The walls of her room at the officers academy felt just as much protection as they did a cage at that moment. The wooden floors creaked under the weight of her chair.

Tomorrow things would change. Her and Hubert would walk alone, and together they would face down former friends turned foes as they carved their bloody path.

They would face the professor.

Edelgard leaned back, tears blurring her vision. She was doing her homework. Why was she doing her homework? Tomorrow in the holy tomb she would plunge Fodlan into a war the likes of which no one had seen in centuries. Homework was the least of her concerns.

She would have to face the professor.

Byleth, the stone faced mercenary who threw herself in front of Edelgard with no hesitation. Byleth, who spent hours carefully guiding her students to their fullest potential. Byleth, who sometimes got pale in battle after a particularly rough fight. Not because she feared her own safety, but because she feared that any of her students had received more than a scratch. Byleth, who patiently let Edelgard explain her nightmares. Byleth, who watched her be crowned Emperor of Adrestia.

The first person in a long time that Edelgard truly cared about.

She had tried so hard to avoid harboring any affection for her professor - for any of the residents at garreg mach. And yet the ashen demon had carved a place into her heart, dragging her students to reside there alongside her. Edelgard felt her throat tighten at the thought of raising her blade at Dorothea- at Ferdinand, at Caspar, at Linhardt, at Bernadetta, at Petra. Over the past few months their antics had grown on her, and now guilt lumped in her throat. She would turn her blades onto them, her kind and slightly stupid classmates. They would follow Byleth, and Byleth would follow the Church.

It made her feel sick.

Long past the point of caring about her homework, Edelgard walked over to her dresser. Flowers- mostly from the professor- were starting to shrivel in their vases. How poetic, she thought that they too shall die the last night I am an ally to those I hold dear. She plucked a flower from the vase- a single rose- and sat on the bed.

There was no point in trying to sleep. Anticipation and anxiety coursed through her. Tomorrow she would have to be a different woman. No longer Edelgard, the imperial princess of Adrestia. No longer Edelgard, the flame emperor, or Edelgard, house leader of the black eagles.

Tomorrow, she would be Edelgard, Emperor of Adrestia, the woman who tore the land from it's fragile peace for the sake of her own ideals.

She pulled her legs up, laying her head on her knees.

There would be no sleep tonight. For Edelgard was 18, and she had a world to change.

Whether it be by herself, or with allies at her back, the Emperor of Adrestia had work to do.

#edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #fuck it im posting this #fe3h #edelgard fire emblem #fire emblem edelgard #fire emblem 3h #fire emblem three houses #black eagles fe3h #black eagles #please dont judge too hard okay i don't write a lot #i also wrote this when i was doing horrible mentally #being 18 fucked with me so hard i felt like an awful person for exsisting #im doing better now but like. this is not just a character study i was throwing myself onto the page lmao

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