People using the McDonalds Zionism thing to be fatphobic as fuck is crazy because why would you be like "Why do you need to shovel your fucking face with grease anyways" if you weren't already thinking that prior & just wanted an excuse to brazenly say it. Insane
I still stand by what I said I'm just turning off reblogs because I'm just being exposed to paragraphs of stuff that's almost completely missing the point and I'd rather people didn't boost this over actual posts about what's going on.
Please keep talking about Palestine and not spending money on corporations who fund genocide, and most importantly please remember the people you're doing this for as that's the point I was trying to make with this post.
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the sandra lynn / fig conversation is driving me Insane. fig saying that sometimes she doesn’t wanna exist as herself at all…not wanting to ask her friends how they see her (because she’s afraid to hear their response) saying that to someone she is a monster and she Cannot stop thinking about it. sandra lynn starting the conversation saying she needs to step up but is also simultaneously taken aback about what fig expresses and doesn’t know how to responds to it and suggests getting ice cream. sandra lynn saying “convincing people they deserve good things is really tough” talking about herself but how it also reflects fig. insane!!
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Being on call with my friend sure is something
That Laios & Mithrun dynamic tho... What if-
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She knew-.. Robin was sure of it.
Despite her warmth, he’d always been slightly unnerved by aunt Alma’s presence; there was something odd about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Some people were harder to read than others, like Alex, but it was still possible.
Alma’s mind was like an impenetrable vault in comparison. Any attempts to feel or hear anything she did were met with a metaphorical brick wall, leaving him reeling as though he’d collided with it head first-.. but not tonight. Tonight, Alma was like an open book, and Robin was convinced she was doing it on purpose.
She’d told him all about her struggles as a child; how she didn’t fit in, how people teased her for being too sensitive, how hard it was to figure out who she was amongst the clamour of everyone else’s inner most image of themselves-.. all the while allowing him unlimited access to those very memories, like a handpicked blooper reel, just for him. Of course, that wasn’t the case though.. was it?
Alma had stopped talking now, but Robin still wasn’t sure how to react. He sat in silence instead, staring at nothing in particular for far longer than what could be considered normal.
“Can you hear me?” he thought, deciding to try a little experiment.
Nothing. Okay, so she couldn’t read his mind-.. then what the heck was she getting at? How had she so succinctly summed up his entire existence in less than fifteen minutes?
“I would’ve liked somewhere as quiet as this when I was young, it’s a shame we didn’t have an attic…” Alma offered, clearly trying to relate to Robin’s situation in any way she could. He still wasn’t entirely sure why, but she clearly wanted to help, and Robin didn’t know anyone else who understood him as well as she did, so perhaps he ought to let her try. He finally abandoned his switch and cautiously joined her atop his favourite, motheaten couch.
“What’re you getting at?” he said bluntly, curiosity getting the better of his manners.
Alma chuckled softly, “You’re just like your father.”
“It’s genetics, apparently…” Robin let loose a brief grin, glad to be compared to Oscar.
“I don’t know how exactly, but you’re different, Robin-.. and I thought it high time you knew you weren’t alone, and that we can’t let these things get the best of us.” Alma smiled softly as she spoke, but Robin was still too wary to be completely transparent.
“We?” he asked, dubiously.
“We’re few and far between, but you’re certainly not the only one who’s a little.. special, shall we say? That’s better than different, maybe?” Alma suggested.
Robin hummed thoughtfully, shaking his head, “Special is just another word for different, or weird.”
Alma scoffed playfully, “And what’s wrong with being weird? I’m weird-.. we’re all a bit weird!”
“How’re you weird?” Robin asked, squinting at Alma accusingly.
“Well, I can sense things I certainly shouldn’t be able to.” Alma started, excited to be getting somewhere. “Emotions radiate from people like a space heater-.. they’re not always pleasant, of course, but I can soak them up if I want to.”
Robin blinked, “Only if you want to..?”
“Uh-huh.” Alma nodded.
“You can block it out?!” Robin spluttered, suddenly and completely forgetting to maintain his ignorance before swiftly correcting himself. “I mean-.. it sounds like you can pick and choose, right?”
Alma nodded once more, “It wasn’t easy, but I spent a lot of years practicing.”
“Years?” Robin sounded crestfallen.
“I didn’t have a mentor…” Alma winked.
Robin allowed himself to smirk, figuring he might as well drop at least part of the act at this point. He was still a little nervous about being approached about such things so brazenly, but at least he knew why Alma perturbed him so much now, she was blocking him out on purpose-.. and she couldn’t read his mind either, which was always a plus.
The last thing he wanted was for anyone to know that he possessed that particular ability. Who’d want to hang out with someone who could access their inner most thoughts, the one’s they’d never dream of saying out loud? He shuddered involuntarily, hoping he’d never meet anyone that could read his.
Clementine finally nudged Robin, dragging him back to the present with her ghostly touch. “She looked right at me just then-.. she smiled! Did you see?”
Robin spun around, realising that Alma had almost begun her descent. He must’ve missed her goodbye.
“Wait!”
Alma paused expectantly, causing Robin to second guess himself and retreat into silence.
“I won’t be far, sweetheart-.. whenever you’re ready.”
Robin shivered as Clementine poked him again, “She can definitely see me…”
“Can you, uh-…”
“See the ghost poking you?” Alma giggled, sounding far younger than she was.
The vault doors had snapped shut again by now, but Robin got the impression that aunt Alma was just as excited as he was to find someone else who was weird. “Can you hear her?”
“Maybe-.. though I’m quite sure she hasn’t said anything yet.” Alma peered at Clementine expectantly.
“Hey!” Clementine exclaimed as Robin tried to shove her into action, his hand ending up halfway through her waist instead.
“What? It’s not like you can feel it.” Robin snorted.
Alma laughed heartily, thoroughly amused. “Well, I heard that-.. you two are good friends, huh?”
Robin nodded slightly, releasing a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “I thought I was the only one who could see her-.. that maybe I was going insane…”
“Far from it, honey! You hit me up whenever you feel like it, okay?”
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can i be fr for a minute?? sending abuse to people online for holding different views than you is not activism and in fact actively hurts your cause. most people are not extreme in their viewpoints, you can give them a new perspective if you're willing to spend some time explaining shit. if someone is saying something you disagree with and you rush in there to condescend to them and call them disgusting and subhuman and dont even TRY to explain calmly why their views are harmful, they're going to shut you out instantly and double down on their views.
most people are simply genuinely ignorant to the issues they're talking about - they just pick their views up from the news and the world around them and express opinions because that's what every person does. if you run in there and tell them they're scum for it, what then? if someone does that to you, are you going to think "maybe i should do some research" or are you going to think "this person is an asshole, im blocking them." a lot of you think you're activists and then refuse to do any kind of actual WORK to support your cause.
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the shyest creature on earth dreams of art streaming
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At this point, gender nonconformity is about what the person says their experience is.
If a woman with a beard or a man with lipstick and a mustache says they're gender nonconforming, then they are! If a woman with short hair or a man with long hair says they aren't, they aren't! And that's not even getting into the awesome nonbinary, abinary, genderqueer, intersex, and general genderfuckery that may both be and not be conforming.
So much of what is even considered gender conforming or gender nonconforming is based on a world of exclusion. When we start defining one's conformity with whether they fit into white cishetero perisex standards or not, we play into the idea that there's only a very narrow window of what is considered worthy of time and thought.
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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023
So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!
I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.
The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.
I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:
Will he hold the red thread from TRT?
So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’
HE FUCKING DID.
HE HELD IT.
HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.
I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.
I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.
also look at that forearm holy shit
I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE
But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.
not me tearing up thinking about it.
That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.
I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.
He made time.
I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.
“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”
And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.
He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.
In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.
Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.
“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”
The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.
Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.
“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”
We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.
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so interestingly enough, some ppl have been pointing out that maybe miles42 is slightly older than 1610 miles? and i was like "yeah maybe" but looking at miles42's face more and more lately i'm... i'm starting to see it? :o
like if you just compare the jawlines and cheeks, it actually looks like 42 lost some more of the baby fat 1610 still has
and even without the Dramatic Ink Lines, 42 still looks like he's older than 1610 by at least a little! he has slightly more defined cheekbones imo
its kinda hard to tell with limited camera angles and weird lighting tho. there's also the possibility that bc 42 lives in a household that's clearly struggling financially, one could argue he just happens to be not as well fed as 1610
not only that but the different murals they have of aaron in 1610 and jeff in 42 are also completely different. i've heard ppl pointing out that jeff's mural looked more worn out but actually.... the one thing that strikes me is how simplistic jeff's mural is.
almost as if someone younger than 1610 made it.... someone who lost their father at a younger age and started growing out their hair to braid it around that same time. someone who developed an effective routine with their uncle also around that time, and who's had it down pat by the time 1610 appeared in their universe...
but what do yall think?
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tell me why i wrote 4k words of fantasy au the other night but overall Absolutely Nothing Happened in it
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I LIED!! MEMES ARE TODAY >:D
wow a lot of these are about jason lol
now to actually go to sleep, it's much too late for me to be up ily bye!!
MEMES ARE TODAY PEOPLE 🚨🙏🥳🎊🎉🙌
for chapter 9 of cetbwa
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“i can do anything.”
i’ve been thinking a lot about ed lately, and the way his capabilities are often downplayed, and that line keeps coming back to me.
“i can do anything.”
we know ed is at the top of his game. he made himself the legend izzy tells us he met and wanted to serve under; he suffered alongside jack on hornigold’s ship, making the start of that legend.
the whole time, he never killed directly. he knew jack when they were young and indiscreet, and jack still thinks ed goes even harder than he does.
jack’s known ed longer than anyone else we’ve met outside of flashbacks. he got to know ed when he was young and raw and angry, and ed still managed to fool him. jack knew him before the legend, and jack is still thoroughly snowed despite being a canny bastard under that frat boy affect.
ed makes up daring plan after daring plan. he tells us he helps enact them; he tells us it’s gotten boring. fang and ivan tell us they've seen edward plenty via “the most emotionally available”. most needs a basis for comparison— emotionally available needs interactions with varying degrees of emotional availability. and everyone respects blackbeard; ivan and fang don’t give a fuck if izzy is the only one around, even if he says he’s supposedly enforcing ed’s word. they do care if ed’s nearby.
all this says— ed spends time with them. ed is a working, functioning member of the crew, planning and implementation alike. if he wasn’t, if izzy was the main arbiter of ed’s will, then why do they immediately relax when he’s the one laying down the law?
izzy tells us he’s the one everyone respects in that speech— that the crew doubts ed, not him. in the same speech, he says ed is erratic and needs to focus.
we know ed doesn't need to focus; save for one detail missed, his plan is set. and we know izzy is not the one maintaining the crew’s respect for ed.
so why is it accepted that ed is erratic? why is it accepted that izzy is the one pulling most of his weight?
there is a very subtle joke about izzy worked into the narrative that i need to explain to get to my next point.
the story fang tells in e5 about izzy pointedly mentions his symptoms— spewing out both ends. this is the setup. in the finale, we get the punchline: when izzy, having taken control of the ship, triumphantly proclaims it to be izzy’s revenge and wee john says that sounds like an intestinal condition.
that’s a montezuma’s revenge joke, baby. this is some next level setup/payoff for a very, very subtle joke.
now, for anybody who doesn't know, montezuma’s revenge is a nickname for a somewhat apocryphal, sometimes real condition: traveller’s diarrhea, if you wanna go look it up.
the point here is the colloquial part. montezuma’s revenge is named for the last aztec ruler before the spanish rolled up and crashed the party for good (to be terribly simplistic about a deeply complicated bit of history) and essentially the idea is making white people shit their brains out whenever they cross the border is a sort of forever-curse as a fuck you very much for stealing our land and our shit and also the fuckin genocide, you jerks move.
the aristocrats!!!!
anyway: so izzy is textually associated with the retribution that befalls colonizers, and we hear it happened when he had control of ed’s ship. then, we get the punchline when he once again takes control of the ship, during the scene where he’s making the black crew members do the hard labor.
which means, when izzy tells us ed is half-insane and erratic? when he claims ed is somehow in need of izzy to keep himself and his emotions in line, or makes his choices for him, he drags behind him all this textual metaphor colonizer baggage.
the writers know the world looks at men like izzy and assumes a level of competence and reliability until proven otherwise beyond an absolute shadow of the doubt (and sometimes, even beyond then).
they also know the world looks at men like ed and assumes a level of violent, almost childlike instability.
that’s why montezuma needed to take revenge at all. men who looked like izzy, looking at men who looked like ed, and thinking: you need me to manage you. you are erratic, half-insane. you will ruin yourself if i am not here to make all your choices.
izzy’s written with a much more modern lens than those men. his sins are more erasure and blindness. but he calls on those old patterns, very purposefully.
ed tells us he can do anything; ed says he’s the one everyone is looking to, and he has to hold himself together with incredible control. ed tells us he can’t ever let go, because it’s on him to be strong— he sings a whole song about it.
to say ed needs help and has problems, and he deserves tenderness and rest— those things are true. ed’s walls, his need to keep that impeccable control in ways that very obviously harm him and sometimes the people around him, the fact that he’s reached a place where he casually mentions attempting death since hey, why not; none of these things indicate he's at an awesome place in his life. and we all need help, audience and every single character on the show alike.
but i think when we ask ourselves do we believe ed when he tells us what his life is like, or do we believe izzy’s version of events, considering the baggage they both bring into the conversation is really important.
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ay hi i wanna get mutuals/friends who like amphibia wa
hum idk what to do really
uh i like osomatsusan(unrelated to anything in amphibia but idk ,jus funni yk)i like to draw, i like marcy, i like sasharcy ship (but i love all ships involving the 3 and also platonic) i like marky wu :33 i like sprig and i would also like to rewatch amphibia, it's been a year i have watched it, then i will read Marcy's journal
bleh,btw hi🐈
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me, after reading batman/catwoman: the gotham war - scorched earth:
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