Did You Hide It

WWU Eng Grad / murderess with a sewing needle who has a tendency to accidentally make dick jokes and intentionally play HvZ.

[fascinationswithwillows]

Essential

I can’t

There’s

No way

I can’t be essential

I’m

Minimum wage

Barely human

On the best of days

I wear

A

“Cape”

That feels

Most days

Like a chain

A death sentence

A moment where I’m not

Anything

Certainly

Definitely

Not human

Not to everyone else

Are you kidding me?

Essential!?

Computers and auto-

mated

Doors

Get treated with

More

Respect than I do.

I’m a fucking

Kiosk

A goddamn directory

With teeth

I’m not ashamed

To admit

I’d

Most days

Prefer to be sick

My mother would cry

She’d weep

And rage

I think my father would just

Stop

Malfunction

My coworkers would miss me

The only social life

I have.

But at least

Then

I’d be able to

Rest.

Recover.

Sleep.

I do not

Fear

Death.

You can’t

Kill

The Devil

I love to say.

But I’m tired

I’m exhausted

I’m high risk now

In any case

Essential.

[roach-works]

Encanto Meta: Mirabel's True Gift

SPOILERS for the movie under the cut.

it seems like people agree that mirabel didn't get powers and that this was a good thing because she was in a key position to break her family out of the increasingly toxic downward spiral of stress caused by their exceptionalism and abuela's overbearing expectations of her family

but the thing is, i don't think that's exactly it.

mirabel didn't lack a gift. her gift was that she was abuela's true heir, and her power was control over the casita.

her door vanished when she touched it because her abuela could not relinquish her grip--over the house, over the magic, over her family, over her own fear-driven expectations--and unconsciously or not, her grandmother took it away. she couldn't cede control. she couldn't even acknowledge that this was an issue. she denied all of it, and in denying it she denied mirabel's door, her gift, her importance, and her place in the future of the family.

evidence one: no one else is accommodated by the house the way mirabel is. they ask now and then, it anticipates them a bit. but it doesn't dance around them the way it dances for mirabel and her abuella. from the very first scene, mirabel is literally in tune with casita the way everyone else is in tune with their own powers. it's a fundamental part of her moveset and her music.

evidence two: when casita is being torn apart, it's clearly being torn in two. it helps her in her struggle towards the candle even as it's dying, even as abuela screams for her to stop. abuela's unyielding grip is clearly driving the destruction, but even then the soul of the house is desperately aiding mirabel's will. it drives everyone away from her against their wishes to further hers. she's in control, even as her abuela's refusal to cooperate tears it all apart. at the last, the house drives everyone out of the blast zone but protects mirabel with broken pieces of door as its very final act of volition. the framing is incredibly clear: mirabel is the house's true mistress. mirabel is who the house chose to run this show. abuela can only deny this, not reverse it.

evidence three: when everyone's finally reconciled, abuela's most significant gesture--for her own healing, for the family's, and for mirabel's--is to formally pass stewardship of the household to mirabel. she gives over the doorknob. she invites mirabel to try again. she acknowledges she wasn't fair to reject mirabel before. and now mirabel's door is the front door, and mirabel's power is openly acknowledged as the central power. it restores casita and from casita the wellspring of magic the rest of the family draws from.

mirabel had a gift the entire time. in denying it to her, in refusing to relinquish command to the next generation, abuela kept the family stuck in a downward spiral around the very point of her husband's death, unable to heal, loss compounding itself. except: she asked her husband, her dead husband, for help. and abuelo sent her mirabel.

in acknowledging that mirabel's gift had been there all along, overlooked, not actually absent but continuously suppressed, abuela acknowledged that it was finally time to move on with her life and let her family carry on without her direct control. and that everyone was, actually, going to live happily ever after.

[cerayanay]

Bi-Han: I will finally kill you, the last of your clan. I will be victorious, and my mission will be complete.

Hanzo, who doesn’t speak Chinese:

[phoenixyfriend]

Like obviously there’s going to be some pretty damn negative economic effects to the Suez Canal being blocked off for multiple days in a row, and I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen if any of that cargo is, like… medication or food or other vital supplies.

BUT

The sheer absurdism of the latest crisis is a balm to my soul. I feel like it’s November 6, 2020, again, and I’m checking the computer for election updates only to see the Destiel meltdown, except now I’m trying to see if I can get vaccinated yet and instead it’s just “boat got its dick stuck in the canal wall because it’s too long” and I just have to live with that. Like it’s not a good thing but at least it’s funny.

[clevermanka]

[seraphsfire]

one of the best parts of “For the Love of Spock” was when Adam Nimoy (Leonard’s son) said he saw a spirk fanvid on youtube and that it was ‘damn compelling’

[fieldbears]

George Takei just patiently sitting there with an ‘oh, do tell?’ face like he doesn’t have at least one pseudonymed fic printed in a 1960s slash zine somewhere in the world

[catasters]

[lets-steal-an-archive]

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[smallgodseries]

It’s only hair, she whispers, sweet and sultry as a summer breeze.  It grows back.  So live a little.

She is in every pair of scissors, every comb, every bottle of bleach or tube of dye.  Her hands, clad in sanitary latex, move through every stylist in the world at least once.

Her gifts are sometimes subtle.  An inch off the ponytail of a scared sorority girl; new bangs for a child who has never worn them before.

Her gifts are sometimes wild, tangled, and untamed.  Electric colors.  Perms and buzzcuts and sculptural formations fit to scrape the sky.  Like any artist, she matches her art to the audience.

It’s only hair, she whispers.  Express yourself.

She is with the young musician shellacking Elmer’s glue into his mohawk, encouraging it to reach higher and higher, hair set to reach up and touch the stars.

She is with the old woman who takes a bottle of temporary dye into the shower at her granddaughter’s urging, stepping out with wet curls as pink as a Sunday sunrise, with the blushing cheeks to match.

She is with the teen who cries slow, sad tears as the last of their chemotherapy-stricken hair drops away under the stylist’s clippers, as they open the box containing the rainbow wig they requested from their parents.  It fits like a dream.  It brushes their cheeks like a kiss.

She doesn’t care how conservative your experiment seems to anyone else.

It’s your skin.  It’s your hair.  And she thinks, always, that it looks amazing.

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[image description: A black woman is shown in profile, looking at herself in a hand mirror with surprise and delight. Her hairdo resembles Elsa Lanchester’s in James Whale’s 1935 Bride of Frankenstein. She wears a lightning-bolt earring, and a white shirt against a deep green background. Text reads, “26 Tesla Jefferson – Small God of Experimental Hairdos.”]

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Artist Lee Moyer (13th Age, Cursed Court) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.

Join in each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

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[khymeira]

[I Versum]

Dori me, interimo adepare dori me Ameno, ameno, latire, latire mo Dori me

Ameno Oma nare imperavi ameno Direme, direme matiro–

[deadgoliath]

Well what the fuck now

[deadgoliath]

please help me

[deadgoliath]

I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE PLEASE

[deadgoliath]

Hi guys! I wanted to make a little addition to this timeless post of mine!!!! :)

SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!!!!

[orion98]

I thought it was all different people and not one person on a streak. Op are you okay??

[jaubaius]

A bird explaining to a hedgehog crossing so it doesn’t die.

[egberts]

what is stronger than a cat pulling on a closed door

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

aye can i get uh………ingredients on my burger

[druidviolence-deactivated201810]

beetroot?

[druidviolence-deactivated201810]

you want beetroot?

[druidviolence-deactivated201810]

you want fucking beet root?

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

ingredience

[whitepeopletwitter]

[ryebreadgf]

[ryebreadgf]

how could i forget to add the caption

[yharnambimbo]

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

my favorite thing in the world is looking at detailed statues and going 'holy shit thats stone' every 2 secs

[acakewalkofcrocodiles]

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