There is a conversation to be had about the fact that Taylor Swift's album is being played in its entirety across all of iHeartRadio's 868 stations, pushing out the opportunities other artists might have had to get radioplay. That's the literal definition of a monopoly. No wonder she'll hit the top of the radio play charts with this maneuver, because at least 65 minutes (if not the back side of the album, which would take it to nearly twice that length) across EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT STATIONS will be dedicated to her, artificially boosting her radio play and decreasing everyone else's. In this essay I will—
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you know, i try to stay positive about how this fandom views non-binary people because i know we've done giant leaps since 2015 but god like. you'll see drawings of older frisk and chara in skirts and dresses and wearing makeup and low cut shirts that show off bra straps and big doe eyes and STILL use they/them which is good!!!! it's very good!
but i draw frisk with the slightest hint of stubble once and not even a minute after i post it they're getting misgendered in the notes. by people who were using gn pronouns a moment before. and I'm like wow. you really DO see us all as women-light don't you
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When you follow your own path, there’s always going to be people who call you naive, unintelligent or immature since they themselves don’t understand your vision or path. Never let the attempts of doubters deter you from your goals. Stay focused and grounded in your ideas. Sooner than you know, everything you manifested will come into fruition and your success will speak for itself and shut everyone up. The people who were once talking about you, will be asking for your advice and trying to duplicate you.
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still working on my Tess!centric fic following her all the way to 'the end', in which Joel features heavily because duh. i'm successfully upsetting myself in the process
Still, freed from the worst of her panic, her senses are on high alert, aware that Joel is approaching long before he reaches the room, the floor cracking under his steps. He doesn’t fully come in, leaning against the jamb.
She doesn’t really look at him either, shame at her recent panic mixing with what remains of it. She’s very much aware of his stare on her, though, although she doubts he'll say anything. Not his style.
When he does speak, what he says shocks her as much as the act itself.
“How old was your kid?”
Her head nearly snaps up, shocked to her core for the second time in half an hour. He asked his question quietly, hesitantly.
Most of all, he asked it knowingly.
She opens her mouth to answer, but she can’t, her throat obstructed by a lump that seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Closing her eyes, Tess refocuses on her breathing, refusing to appear weaker than she’s already been by breaking down in front of him.
At least a whole minute passes before she’s able to speak.
“Almost five,” she whispers, glimpses of her son’s face flashing behind her closed eyelids.
Not of him as he was on that very last day, for once, but as he was before; her sweet, beautiful boy.
“Mine was thirteen.”
Funny how much pain can be carried through a whisper.
Tess has reopened her eyes. She’s the one staring now while he’s averted his gaze, head bent, jaw clenched. Neither of them ever spoke of this, the way they’ve talked about very little in regard to their lives before the outbreak. It explains a lot. How broken he seems, most of the time. How she’s been drawn to him without really knowing why.
No one was spared when the infection spread, grief a central element in everyone’s new world.
There’s nothing quite like losing a child, though.
“Infected?” she asks, barely breathing out the word, half-expecting him not to answer at all.
But Joel shakes his head. “Soldiers.” He looks back at her. “We got gunned down trying to leave Austin that first night. She died within minutes.”
This time, he sounded almost detached, another mechanism she knows from experience; it is easier to numb yourself. But the pain from his loss translates in other ways, like these quivers shaking his frame immediately after speaking the words.
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JoJo just retweeted this and it just makes my Mew stan heart glad because this is exactly how I see Mew. He knows what he wants and doesn't want and isn't afraid to set those boundaries
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