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Flo, 24, Bi, SG/UK

[autisticexpression]

Saying Uma Thurman is too old to reprise her role as Poison Ivy at 49 is a weak and sexist take. How old do you think Robert Downey Jr and Mark Ruffalo are? Let Harley have her milf.

[gamer-crow-deactivated20250412]

Let Harley have her milf.

[disasterjones]

solidarity in suffering

[toofastandtoofurious]

Oh Wildmother,

Take care of this girl who was seen as weed

By her gardeners, and was tortured for being,

So she was forced to become as relentless

As thistle that grows by the roads.

Take care of this child

for she’s learning that hand does not equate fist,

Each knuckle painfully gripping the absence of fear.

She’s extended her hand to the burning  and drowned

To help them tame the fire and stop the salt from eating away what’s tender.

She has lost whom she’s chosen to be her blood

And came out with less thorns around her.

Watch her, Wildmother,

For she’s learnt to say “I love you”

And give it freely, like a gift,

Like an invitation

To see her bloom in bright purples and blues.

Love her for her freedom

For she’ll never be gentle the way some are,

But oh is she relentless, oh is she devout,

Oh is she a force of nature!

Only your child could be so wild,

A thistle growing and grabbing for more,

Full of unstoppable life,

Throwing herself into elementals

And fighting each time like it is her last,

Never losing her grip on us.

Oh Wildmother, she’s a motherless child,

Each knuckle bruised and battered, and thorned,

For she’s fighting against something greater than her.

Oh watch over her

Like a mother would

For the nights are too cold for lost children

To walk alone.

-where thistle grows, @stupid-poetry for @angel-ascending

[iraffiruse]

[sunshineposts5]

🌻

[georginoschkavincenart]

He will rise again

[jorts-lover]

I spent too long on this stupidly niche meme pls validate me

[sheepskin]

i sing the songs that you hear on the breeze, i write the names of the rocks and the trees 

[lorn-art]

She 👏 is 👏 nott 👏 a 👏 child👏

[sephiramy]

One last CritRole fan art for the end of the year. Gotta end it on the good times. 💗

[saltseashark]

they did that!!!!!!!!!! they said i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dajo42]

fred and george weasley on the top floor in hogwarts trying to get slinkies all the way down by predicting the pattern the stairs are gonna shift in

[dajo42]

they actually figure it out, they calculate the exact pattern, and start distributing it

suddenly, students are barely ever late to classes any more and there are significantly fewer incidents of getting lost around the castle

everything goes wonderfully for a week, all the professors are baffled but pleased

until the end of the week when the true purpose for the pattern’s distribution becomes clear. schoolwide slinky race. a thousand conjured slinkies all let loose at the same time. the rustling of the swarm of springs echoes through the halls of hogwarts. the house elves refer to the dreaded Slinky Sunday for centuries

[haleyincarnate]

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[vancila]

matt: uk'otoa

everyone: ᵘᵏ'ᵒᵗᵒᵃ

[bannedfromtheaters]

I know you like to look for friends, and I don’t know if I’m best friend material… but uhm, you don’t have to look far for a friend.

[pechebeche-deactivated20201125]

the ideal beauyasha dynamic now is very different from what the ideal beauyasha dynamic was yesterday morning. yesterday, it was quiet, and beau would help  yasha get past whatever loss she had felt, and they would grow together. but with the actual reveal of yasha’s backstory, that is not right anymore.

here is the future of beauyasha, now: yasha tells beau, and very quietly, beau says, “i’ve never thought about marriage before.”

because this is the thing, right: yasha committed. she loved zuella, wholehearted, no one else. there was fear in it, perhaps, and there was rage in it. but there was no shame in it. it was full commitment to each other, for life, into death, forever.

and beau - beau “hit it and quit it,” beau “no good adult influences,” beau “lets just sleep together on your way out” - beau’s never even considered that. beau is casual, and closed off, and difficult to commit to. beau sits down and listens to yasha talk sweetly of her wife and the world they shared together and the love forever and beau wants something, deep down, sad, in a way she never has.

so beau stops flirting. she sits down and she listens to yasha telling stories of her wife. there is an incredible joy in the sharing of experiences - beau talking about spilling an entire beer on the first girl she tried to flirt with, yasha telling silly stories zuella used to have for the children of the tribe. there is a joy, in solidarity. there is a tenderness to it. there is a healing.

and eventually, when beau has long stopped pursuing yasha, when yasha has started thinking on her time with zuella as a kind past instead of a painful presence, yasha looks up, sees beau laughing, and thinks, oh no.

[critgemhero]