Ali.
21, she/her.
Latina.
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Ali.
21, she/her.
Latina.
Well that’s not very in love with me of you
I cannot judge of your countenance, but there is something in your voice which persuades me of your goodwill and kindness.
FRANKENSTEIN (2025) | DIR. GUILLERMO DEL TORO
Is this anything
Guillermo del Toro on the Creature
I longed to be part of this family. To be their benefactor. What could I possibly do for them? From then on, I became their invisible guardian. The Spirit of the Forest. And on occasion, they too extended a small kindness towards me. Clothes, bread. And for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and I were at peace.
JACOB ELORDI as THE CREATURE FRANKENSTEIN 2025 Dir. Guillermo del Toro
Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?
Everybody, apparently: No?
Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.
“How to Respond to Criticism” by Danny M. Lavery for The Toast
seems like plenty of people are lacking the Vitamin
I got blood inside my phone charging port and now it only works 50% of the time
get yellow bile in there next to balance the humors of the phone
you. I like the way you think. put on this little outfit I want to make you my royal advisor.
my friend who is training to be a 911 operator just told me that they are having to restrain themself whenever responding to training calls from saying “that’s illegal people can’t do that” and I find that so fucking funny
For context
This is very funny, but I don’t support your friend working for the cops
911 is all emergency services are you trying to imply that it’s immoral to call for an ambulance or fire service or whatever because the line can also be used to call the cops
Shipping isn't trying to explain why a relationship is actually canon. It's not even trying to explain why it should or could be canon. Shipping is saying "wouldn't it be funny if these two fucked" and everyone needs to remember that.
and sometimes it's "wouldn't it be fucked up if these two fucked"
I present:
i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together
over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.
i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.
the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.
my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.
i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.
the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.
Happy Pride Month
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🕯 prayer circle 🕯
🕯 for a housing 🕯
🕯 market 🕯
🕯 collapse 🕯
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(to the tune of mary had a little lamb): mary had a little lamb
fat guys have slutty and grabbable hips, yall are just cowards
Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from
our beautiful rail line... (so far)
BEHOLD!
Public transport!