Tell me again about how global warming isn’t real while you sign the detention slip for the girl you dress coded in the middle of March because it’s been in the 70’s for the last week?
Tell me again how wrong men being in relationships with men is disgusting as you navigate to the lesbian videos on pornhub?
Tell me again about how gay marriage goes against your Christian beliefs as you sneak off to meet your mistress for the third time today, whom you’re leaving your second wife for?
Tell me again why I, and others like me, should have fought harder against my silent attacker, while you laugh off little boys chasing, and hitting little girls, saying Boys will be boys?
Tell me again why my shoulders, and my knees, and my back need to stay covered, while boys get away with cut offs that show their stomachs?
Tell me again why my breastfeeding is disgusting, and why my nipples must be hidden, while you watch hours of porn fantasizing over unnatural breasts, then saunter outside to mow your lawn without a shirt?
Tell me again why you get a say in what happens with my ovaries when you know in the back of your mind you wouldn’t stick around, and would fight tooth and nail not to pay child support if you got me pregnant.
Please, tell me again.
Literally anyone and everyone - “You know, you’re not an actually an asshole, somehow???”
Tyler - “Why does everybody think I’m an asshole?? I’m literally just standing here, driving into a tornado and having a good time.”
"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely
When the lumineers sang “so show me family all the blood that I will bleed. I don't know where I belong. I don't know where I went wrong” and when they sang “We were not born in sin” and when they sang “It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all. The opposite of love's indifference.” And when they sang “I hold on to a hope in my fate.” And again when they sang “And I can't feel no remorse And you don't feel nothing back.” An-
One of my favorite parts of “Twisters” is the misdirect with Tyler Owens’ character. Because at the start of the movie, he’s introduced as a douchebag YouTuber whose videos are vlogs in which he and his crew get into dangerous situations. But then when our protagonist Kate gets to know him, we learn that Tyler is actually:
1) a really sweet, humble dude who is looking out for all his friends
2) the smartest dumb guy you’ll ever meet. He has a degree in meteorology, but he does dumb things like drive into a tornado.
3) jumps into danger because he “feels” it / he’s attracted to the danger / wants to see if he can handle the danger
So in a weird way, he’s introduced as Cowboy Logan Paul, only for it to be revealed he’s more like Cowboy Markiplier. And let me just say, as soon as I compared him to Mark in the theater, I couldn’t unsee it lol.
on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.
oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera
It’s just Akilah and the brain damage she is incurring from huffing gas in that cave against the world
Do not tell me that girls cannot change the world. I grew on stories of a twelve year old Anne Frank in a cramped, silent room weaving hopeful magic with just a pen. And Ruby Bridges facing racist monsters when she was only six, to become the first African American child to desegregate an all white school. And Anandi Gopal Joshi, only 19 years old and the first woman doctor of India. And Mary Shelley changing the face of fiction forever by inventing a whole new genre at 18. I grew up on tales of girls fighting destiny, carving history with their own two hands, breaking down walls. So if my daughter ever doubts herself because she is told she cannot, I will hand her stories as a sword and faith as a shield and tell her, “You know what? They told Anne and Ruby and Anandi and Mary they couldn’t, too. And it didn’t stop them. Because nothing can stop a girl with eyes aflame with courage and a war song in her chest.”
Nikita Gill, Stories of Girls Who Changed The World
i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.
inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.
both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.
Prophets Are Only Useful If They Prophecise - K.Blair - in response to @patronsaintofmonsters prompt ‘monster prophets’
If you strip this story down to its barest bones, you will only find love.
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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