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I’m wheezing -
NO NAKED ANKLES, even you Seb
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This is worse. Looking at these you can tell they have no significant monetary value. They were confiscated as a fear tactic. Nothing more.
This picture breaks my heart everytime it appears in my dash. It’s a fear tactic, alright but—
The first one in the left corner: It’s a first communion rosary, and it’s not cheap.
The black one in the first line: That’s a widow rosary and it’s old.
The white one in the second line: is a commemoration rosary. It has a miniature picture in the round part. I haven’t seen that since the 70′s.
In the third line, multicolor one: It’s an Anima mundi, I have only seen those in the hands of Rosary ministery’s old ladies. The oldest ones are from the 80′s after Juan Pablo II came to Mexico for the first time. It’s one of the old ones, I know because the crucifixes are different. The third one on the fourth line: Red and gold. The style is old, the metal is dark, that’s a 50′s rosary, probably a quinceañera one (or it’s maybe older, from the 40′s when the brides carried red roses with their offerings).
The fifth one on the fourth line: It’s a quinceañera rosary with Ignatius’s tear. The style is old and in my part of Mexico is orphan girls who used it. At least it was when I was young. The third one of the fifth line: the blue one with the anchor. That one I have only seen in Veracruz and it doesn’t look new. The fifth one on the fifth line: That’s a 90′s wedding rosary. Black and white patterns were popular on that date. The fourth one on the last line: That’s a first communion rosary from the 30′s. It’s delicate and most probably silver. The rest wrench my heart too, the humble everyday rosaries with wooden beads and knots. Those are cheap and bear the wear and tear of their user handling. But those I described are much more.
Those are mother’s rosaries.
Those are not just rosaries. Those are mementos, that’s the proof of their families stories. They are taking from them the only portable things they can carry to feel the connection to their families. It’s not a fear tactic. Call it like by its name. It’s dehumanization.
@papi-chulo-bucky THIS MADE IT SO MUCH BETTER OMG
“why can’t female heroes kick arse in heels” because it’s not practical and will literally snap your damn ankle you can scream weaponised femininity all you want but first off, you need to admit that they’re not an almighty symbol of empowerment, and secondly that if you do a job with a lot of physical activity in heels you’re risking your own safety. all these women fighting in heels on tv are going to end up seriously injuring themselves.
weaponised femininity is a concept made up in an attempt to get us to embrace the industries created to hold us back/profit from our insecurities so that we can continue to fit into the male expectation of what a woman should be and not question why we are forced to spend thousands on our appearance every year
just a small anecdote. I had a friend who worked in theater; she was the stage manager and an actress came to her in tears one day because the director absolutely refused to let her do a choreographed fight scene in less than 3 inch heels because “they’re platforms so you’ll be okay.” My friend, who is a woman’s size 10, brought her own heels in the next day and DEMANDED the director put them on and try the choreography before the actress did it. He finally agreed to change it, without putting the heels on.
so like I know you might think of “all those women on tv fighting in heels” as fictional woman who WOULD hurt themselves in real life, but its fiction so its okay…except those women are portrayed by real actresses who are actually fighting in actual heels, being directed by dudes who have never worn a pair of heels in their lives, alongside men who aren’t expected to constantly wear things that make their stunts 2x more dangerous than they have to be. Just a thought.
Men take “let’s see feminine women being badass” to mean “let’s see women impractically focused on their appearance in combat situations.“
That’s why I loved Black Panther even more Nakia took off her heels and used them as weapons and was running and driving around barefoot in that one scene
A number of stuntwomen have spoken out about getting injured on sets because the character is wearing heels and skimpy clothing that provide no protection or padding. It literally harms rl women.
https://amp.theguardian.com/film/2016/jun/29/why-stuntwomen-are-in-more-danger-than-men
The only way I wanna see a women fight with heels is if she takes them off and fights with them a la Mulan/Nakia style.
sorry i can’t hear the noise of male entitlement over the sound of Evangeline Lilly and every other woman sighing in frustration
They photoshopped the heels onto wonder woman. Not even Gal Gadot could fight in them, but it was so important to The Look™ that they frame by frame added them. Gal wore flats to the red carpet in protest.
elizabeth swan and will turner are actually SO romance in the first movie and not enough people acknowledged this because the early 2000s were the age of the edgelords who only valued jack sparrow’s moral ambiguity and that is the TRUTH
the part where she’s like “how many times do i have to tell you to call me elizabeth” and he shyly says “once more, miss swann” and once she walks away he gazes adoringly after her and whispers “elizabeth” to himself like he’s unworthy of it
then when he’s patching up the cut on her hand and she flinches and he says “i know, blacksmith’s hands… they’re rough” because he thinks that’s what’s bothering her HE KNOWS HE’S NOT WORTHY OF HER!!! THAT’S THE PINING I’M TALKING ABOUT BINCH!!! I DON’T ACCEPT LESS!!!!
he has like 10 chances to confess his love to her but waits until he’s dressed like this to do it:
my man knows 1) the importance of a good outfit when shooting your shot 2) how to ACCESSORIZE. take NOTES.
That’s how I would dress if I was gonna confess my undying love to Kiera knightley
so, as you all know, being gay was considered a mental illness in the ‘30s, if not a medical defect. and as you also know, the superserum was supposed to cure steve of all his medical defects.
imagine how overwhelmingly relieved he is after he’s gotten the serum and he realizes he’s still queer. how vindicated. the serum fixed his lungs and his back and his vision, but it can’t fix something that isn’t wrong with him, and i can’t stop thinking about his face when he realizes that his queerness isn’t something that needs to be fixed.
Maybe even for a touch there Steve thinks he IS cured. He’s having success with women for the first time. They’re looking at him like he might be worth something. The prospects of some day getting married and settling down don’t seem as preposterous a feat as they once did. Then he goes on his rescue-suicide mission to save Bucky. Bucky’s a grimy mess, covered in filth and smelling like chemicals and Steve is just like. FUCK, yeah I still want this.
But imagine him seeing Bucky with completely new eyes after the serum. Steve’s whole life Bucky was the epitome of what a man should be. Strong, tall, muscular–everything Steve wasn’t. Now after months of Steve adjusting to his enhanced body as the new normal he sees Bucky again, half starved after a month of captivity, and for the first time HE looks small and skinny to Steve’s eyes. And Steve knows with absolute certainty that he wants Bucky. That always wanted him, and it’s not just admiration or envy or loneliness or whatever other excuses he’s conjured up over the years to try to deny his queerness. He wants this man, and he knows he’s not sick, that there’s nothing wrong with him.
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I just learned the origin of pink lemonade and I need you all to hear this.
So this dude selling concessions at a circus back in like 1857 ran out of lemonade and he needed water to make more, but there wasn’t a stream or water pump, BUT the BAREBACK HORSE RIDER had just washed her pink tights in a bucket of water, staining the water pink. So, being the enterprising fella he was, dude just threw in the lemons and sugar and told everyone it was special strawberry lemonade. Well, the circus patrons saw pink lemonade and thought, “That’s fucking amazing!” and he ended up selling twice as much lemonade than usual.
To reiterate.
This dude sold people sweaty horse crotch water and it was so popular it became an Actual Fucking Thing.
DELICIOUS.
Thats pussy babe!
Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕
This Is Love 😍😍
Not to mention when he found she had kids, he was thrown for a second, then proceeded to not only still help her, but dote on them too.
“Not all men” you’re right, Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley would never.
Clint, you know there's nothing casual about a guy muttering "casual" to himself over and over again, right?
Sometimes I see a girl’s shoulders/collarbone area and I’m suddenly possessed by the spirit of a 19th century lesbian first seeing another girl removing her dress to reveal pantaloons and corset in the dorms at the all-girls boarding school her parents sent her to so she may be trained in proper etiquette
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You were laying quietly on the bed when Sam walked in, a frown instantly morphing his handsome features. “Hey,” he whispered, moving to sit on the mattress beside you.
Shoving one hand between your jean-clad thighs, you gave him a brief second of eye contact before looking away.
“You okay?”
You nodded, lying to him and Sam smiled softly. He never bought it.
“Want me to put a film on or something?” he asked, pushing hair out of your face as you shook your head. “Want to go out?” A more emphatic shake made him chuckle. “Yeah, me either.”
There was a moment of silence before he got up and you stared impassively at the wall, listening to him shuffle around. A second later, his flannel flew across the room, missing the laundry bin by a mile and the bed dipped under his weight.
Sam settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into the warm cocoon of his ridiculously huge body. He didn’t speak and didn’t move once he was comfortable and you smiled, covering his hand with yours where it was tucked under your breast.
“Love you,” he murmured and you closed your eyes.
“I wanted to kill myself today,” you admitted quietly and Sam’s reaction was a slight stiffening of his arm around your waist, like he could anchor you from the thought. “I wouldn’t but -”
“I know,” he assured you.
Of course he knew. He was there most days with you. It didn’t matter if it was the best day on Earth, there were moments when you just didn’t want to exist. Didn’t want to feel your heart beating or your lungs inflating on reflex. You didn’t want to get up and eat or sleep or watch TV.
Nothing. You craved nothing.
“I’m here,” Sam promised and fell silent, breathing softly against the back of your neck. Words weren’t needed right then. He gave you exactly what you did need, every single time, helping you to try and face the world, one step at a time.
I needed this today
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