Yeah They Go Way Back 🐶🦾

If we wanna talk about office sirens we must talk about this diva

rip jamie tartt you would've loved challengers (2024)

it really frustrates me to think about how people are inevitably going to take Remmick’s one (1) singular statement about how much he resents the way the Irish were colonized and forcibly converted to Christianity and use it as fuel for “actually he had a point” and “he was right actually” and “he’s not really the villain here” posts, when the whole point is that Remmick is, through the vampiric hive mind he’s creating, forcibly assimilating people into yet another manipulative and parasitical system. he doesn't value the cultures of the people he assimilates—notice how all the vampires he turns dance to his culture's music using his culture's dances, and how he only uses the languages or knowledge other vampires have to offer when he needs to manipulate someone. Remmick is extremely transparent about the way he sees the people he turns as resources to exploit.

he’s perpetuating a cycle that he claims to hate and resent, and I think the movie is pretty damn clear about the fact that he doesn’t see anybody as valuable or useful to him except as prey and as pawns—otherwise he would just, you know, focus solely on people who actually consent to being turned. but he looked sad in that one scene and he’s an apparently attractive white cis man so people are gonna bend over backwards justifying all the harm he did.

I don't know what to say, the Palestinians were celebrating, they were celebrating knowing that they no longer had to hear any bombs, that they wouldn't need to see the dead bodies of their relatives and that they would finally have some peace after seven months of death and destruction. So much joy and elation, only for it to be torn to pieces by the settler colony state and its refusal to end the war. It is heartbreaking, soul-crushing. Tears and anger can't describe the devastation as the children will continue to suffer; it can only be described as malevolent. But the Palestinians are a people of hope, they've always had it, and that hope will never be extinguished.

Zionism is an absolute plague, and I pray every day that this poisonous and genocidal ideology is destroyed. May the fires of Hell swallow all of those who enabled and supported this genocide.

I love me some folksy music that makes me feel like im watching seven year old me sitting under the magnolia tree in my grandmothers woods, collecting little flowers and berries and turning them into the most delectable soup ever created. Music that makes me feel like a misty morning when i was woken up by a mourning dove and im sipping on sweet tea. Music that makes me feel understood and safe.

I drew Asian percabeth lol

Every time some racist loser complains about how my Percy and Annabeth “aren’t book accurate,” I will design a different version out of spite (and bc it’s fun 🥰)

So fuck it, Annabeth’s Indian and Percy is Korean

Fall From Grace

Summary: Otherwise known as the tragedy of Beryl Grace. The scandalous, drama-filled life of the 80s "fluffy starlet" who managed to snag two forms of the same god, producing two great heroes, and battling the consequences of her hankering for fame and beauty, at any and every cost.

1959. Somewhere in a hospital in Dallas, a woman screams and bears down as she labours, sweat dripping from her forehead. The child is her first, her husband’s fourth. She thinks little of their age gap, or of what will become of his other children, her own child - she thinks only of the pain, begging for it to end, praying this will have all been worth it. For this kind of pain, the child must be extra special. She grips the side of the bed, wishing there was a hand to hold, and wonders if tonight will be the night she dies. Nurses tut at her shrieks - silly girl. Don’t these women know childbirth is painful? Don’t they realise that pain is normal, and they’re hardly going to die from it? In the end, the child - her first, her husband’s fourth - is a girl. She screeches just like her mother; midwives declare her healthy. The happy couple, happy now the torment is over, decide to name her Beryl Darlene Grace. Two nights later, the doting husband loudly berates the loving, ailing wife, for her unwillingness to stand and cook so soon after ripping herself open. He brings her to tears, and the baby keeps crying, and the door slams louder than either of them combined as his temper bubbles over. He will not lay a hand on a woman or a child, but he does not need to. Thus, Beryl's tragedy begins.

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The og failmarriage