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so I finished arcane
When your genocidal warmongering colonialist imperialistic buff butch milf wolf mom wants you to join your home country’s military industrial complex but you’re too busy being artdeco steampunk fenty beauty mogul diplomat goddess with a buff latino-adjacent boytoy who has a situationship with a sad eastern European 90’s heroine-chic machine herald Czech hunter twink boyfriend
We got everything
Not toxic yaoi, not doomed yaoi, but a third secret option:
Predestined soulmates so interconnected that through every timeline, through every permutation of runes, in every life: their only constant is each other. They are each other’s downfall, and reason for existence. They will always find each other. They will always save each other.
made this with tears still drying on my face
fennell’s lintons literally a perfect cathy and heathcliff cast seemingly out of spite. im going to turn into the joker
and everyone lived happily ever after
old man yaoi this, old man yaoi that, these men are in their 30s, they are not old!! this is the real old man yaoi
I think sitting on the floor of the ocean for a few hours would fix me
so it’s a wednesday night in july and you’re at home and you’ve showered and you’ve masturbated and you’ve gnawed at the inside of your mouth and you’ve eaten and washed the dishes and fixed a corner of the fitted sheet on your bed and texted your grandmother and thought positive thoughts and still the feeling comes. what then
fuck casual friendships. our souls are intertwined. loving you is woven into the fabric of my life
*examines your pdf folder* have you read them all?
Is a wine cellar meant for storing only empty bottles?
citationless behavior
sourceless behavior
there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism
if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it
sorry but it’s actually so horrific how little of a sense of community people have, how little regard they extend towards the other humans around them. killing people for being loud on the subway or turning around in your driveway. loading your gun and waiting at the door because a child ran your doorbell unexpectedly. ring cameras, neighborhoodapp, community watch group Facebook pages. you’ve assigned yourself the role of the one true peacekeeper and casted everyone else around you as a threat to be controlled. there’s no connection or love or compassion. just a deep distrust and hatred.
and the people who face the most significant consequences from this are the ones who are already deemed as outsiders. people of color, especially Black people, disabled people, people with mental illnesses, homeless people.
and so many people are willfully promoting this complete alienation from each other. the obsession with true crime, the hatred directed at children for existing in public spaces, the policing and controlling of where homeless people are allowed to be / what they’re allowed to do, the constant fearmongering about public transportation. you are building a society of FEAR. you are conditioning yourself to distrust everyone around you. you need to make an active, conscious effort to engage with the world and the life around you in a healthy manner.
don't usually add to posts but I think that it's worth noting that this is an explicitly conservative/reactionary project. the goal of the left is (or should be) to build a just world, to mitigate violence of all kinds, to promote more peaceful local, translocal and global communities. the right explicitly sees this as absurd naivety/optimism. the reactionary viewpoint is that the world is violent, brutish, cruel + this is not a problem to be addressed but a natural and invariable state of affairs that cannot be met with kindness or mercy, only with equal or greater violence, brutishness, and cruelty. our alienation from one another isn't solely the product of individual disengagement, but the result of an extensive coordinated political project which is founded in then axiom of "kill or be killed" and whose proponents intend to be the ones who do the killing
so many families have been completely wiped out by Israel. entire families. mothers, fathers, grandparents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. All of them. Gone.
it clears up how bad the destruction really is and how much Israel is doing to Gaza. My family is large on both sides. My fathers and my mothers. i have distant cousins from my Austrian grandfather in Canada and I have lots of family from my mother in the Philippines.
it really makes my head hurt to think if every single one of them got wiped out. there would be no one left who is related to me in any way.
in the bar passing the phone around saying “have you read this poem? have you read this poem?”