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[gayfandomblog]

[prolifeproliberty]

“…to look at his life through Heaven’s eyes.”

[laurasbailey]

AN ENDLESS LIST OF FAVOURITE FILMS » Arrival (2016), dir. Denis Villeneuve

I used to think this was the beginning of your story. Memory is a strange thing. It doesn’t work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order.

[rneadowsoprano-deactivated20211]

I’m crying like a baby

[justalittleseapanda]

Pretending to sleep so you'll be carried to bed.

Instagram annalaura_art

[madtomedgar]

There’s something about the way social media… Flattens or obscures regional/geocultural differences between people in a way that is very unhelpful and like. The opposite of what dedicated pen pal programs tried to do in the 20thc that I think really contributes to the meanness and high-handedness people take with each other. Like some things SHOULD land different if you are hearing them from like. Someone living in rural Oklahoma vs your housemate in Chicago, y'know? Someone from like. Bulgaria saying they don’t trust communism SHOULD sound different than the person you’re at a party with in Manchester. Someone saying all US politicians are the same to them who lives in Somalia SHOULD feel different than some white anarchist trust funder in Seattle. But instead everything gets read as if someone very very like you is saying it and saying it To You and like… Yeah that would be annoying if that was what was happening but its not and I feel like we are encouraged to not see that idk

[the2headedcalf-archive]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

[urlocalchangeling]

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

[generic-dumb-bitch]

[tundrakatiebean]

[dorothygale]

[sandersstudies]

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

[rebelminds]

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

[gatorfisch]

THIS is boys will be boys

[suddenlysteven]

on a camp with teenage boys recently and as i was one of the camp leaders, it was part of my duties to help wake said boys in the morning (at 6am or a similar ungodly hour).

we (the camp leaders) found the most efficient way to do so was to blast music from a tinny little speaker one of us owned.

so before the sun itself has risen, we’re walking down a corridor with 8+ rooms filled with 6 or more boys in each, blasting the one and only Let It Go from Frozen, hoping to wake a few students, preparing for hateful commentary.

instead, what we got was the thumps and shouts of boys excitedly leaping from bunk beds, stuffing on shirts and bursting into the corridor to scream the lyrics to Let It Go.

every.single.boy.did this.

as soon as the song finished, they acted like it never happened and went back to their rooms to get dressed.

[aqua-cultured]

you will all be pleased to learn that provided with the zero-gravity environment of scuba diving, it is not uncommon to turn around to see 3 or 4 teenage boys t-posing mid water column

[lotrlocked]

Young men and boys! Please reclaim ‘boys will be boys’ by doing chaotic good things, having good clean fun, and engaging in benevolent bro culture.

[wholesome-dragon-lady]

:DDD

[o-kurwa]

[theunvanquishedzims]

#i mean. bro #i hate to break this to you but #you are in fact good at the small amount of piano ur playing #it is not fake

Dude taught himself to compose and calls it fake

“Just string it together in any order, the more random it is the more complex it’ll sound" improvising music on the fly was one of Mozart’s party tricks

Not saying this guy is Mozart but he’s smart and clever and talented and way, way underappreciating himself

[blackwoolncrown]

Bimbo qualities

[windup-angel]

babe wake up new flavor of imposter syndrome dropped

[drtanner]

Yeah 100% the joke's on him for thinking he's faking, lmao.

[tiktokmuseum]

are men okay?

[siderealsandman]

NO

[zymomonasmobilis]

my husband told me, after many years of being together, that when he was about 7 a teacher used to single him out for being disrespectful at school. Apparently his disrespectful offense was “smirking” too much???? So he got punished for smiling???? And eventually just trained himself to stop smiling so this teacher would leave him alone???? And that’s why he has such a stoic facial expression now and can’t smile for photographs.

I had to.....privately cry after hearing that one

[thanos-the-dad-titan]

Wow

[themildestofwriters]

It’s the only way men are able to discuss their issues because society taught them that they shouldn’t burden people with their issues or that their issues are meaningless or that their issues aren’t actually a thing. Sharing anecdotes with friends is one way of talking about it, because they feel comfortable enough to share. At the same time, they might just not know that the event was traumatic because it’s trauma y’all.

[crownquill]

im-

[sammyofthesea]

Take this to be your reminder that men experience trauma too and need a safe space to talk about it. Be that safe space for your friends who are men

[kallypsowrites]

As someone who loves enemies to lovers ships, R*ylo really pisses me off because it misses so many of the important steps on the journey.

For one thing, there’s just NEVER a point where Kyle actually seems to respect her. Even at the beginning of TROS he’s still insisting he understands her, insisting she’ll go to the dark side, telling her what she’ll do, trying to manipulate her with her blood. He’s still so far gone that his mother has to straight up DIE to get him to like…stop? And then Rey heals him and we don’t see them together again until the final fight. There’s no conversation where they actually seem to like each other. Where he asks her what SHE feels. Almost all of their scenes are about him and not her.

It also misses the essential GUILT aspect of the enemies to lovers thing. Usually the villain of the couple has to have a moment where they apologies to the hero. Where they grovel for treating them terribly. Where they admit wrongs. Where they ask for forgiveness. Kyle never does…any of that? He never apologizes for fighting Rey or pushing her into almost murderering a friend or calling her nothing or trying to turn her to the dark side or rooting around in her head or scaring her. Like…never once??? Is there an apology??? The only one who ever feels guilt is Rey… REY for when she stabbed him and like…he deserved that? If only she let him die???

Their relationship was just so clunky…like it was written by someone who has watched enemies to lovers before and only has a rudimentary idea of what it is. Its just…so bad. Its so, so bad. And it was so clear through the WHOLE MOVIE how much more Finn actually cared about Rey and what she thought and how she felt. But noooooooo we gotta go with discount sad boy vader and invalidate everyone else’s arcs and ignore every single possible nice relationship built on mutual respect. Trash, trash, trash.

[bisexualbailorgana]

everyone says this but it really is peak disney to have a strong female lead and diverse cast in the sequel trilogy only for the strong female lead to fall for the white villain who abuses her when she has healthy relationships & good chemistry with the other characters of colour

[queensusanthemagnificent]

Okay but what if after Finn helped start a stormtrooper revolution with Jannah at the helm and they’re on their way to take out the signal in that last destroyer ship, Finn runs down to Exogal to chase after Rey and HE’S the one who joins her in the end to help take down Palpatine. HE’S the one who picks up that second lightsaber and has a moment where he uses the force and surprises Rey with it, paralleling that moment at the end of TFA where Rey uses the force to save Finn from Kylo Ren.

Just imagining the scenes we could have had makes me sad.

[actinganimagus]

Rewatching The Last Jedi.

Reylo is deplorable. Its an interesting dynamic, and I like what their separate characters represents within the force and within Star Wars lore, but them as a romantic pairing is nothing less than abusive, violent, and harmful to people thinking violence is a precursor to romance.

That's all I have to say on the matter.

[counterspelling]

rey could have been the perfect mix of jaina and ben skywalker... but no. they had to make palps her grandaddy so raylow fan service could happen :/

Yup! I walked out of TFA opening night and accidentally called Rey Jaina so many times that I then had to explain to my friend the entire Solo kids history. EVERYTHING about that movie said that Rey was Luke’s daughter. His saber called to her and sent her visions of him on the Death Star, she called it to her over his other grandchild, she dreamed of the island he was on when she’d never seen an ocean before, they were lonely desert kids who got pulled into central roles in conflicts much bigger than themselves. If Abrams wasn’t so obsessed with mystique and intrigue, that movie would have ended with her finding Luke and him breaking down over seeing his long-lost daughter. But instead we got Rian “never seen a star wars movie in his life” Johnson who decided that he was more clever than anyone who’d come before him and that Star Wars’ legacy is bullshit even while he brought back fucking Yoda’s force ghost. And then Abrams came back and doubled down on all the terrible things that movie wrought, including making Rey an entirely different person than she was in TFA, not bothering to give Finn a storyline, and fucking bringing Palpatine back even though it makes no sense and not bothering to explain how IN THE SLIGHTEST.

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[aegon]

it makes me so angry at how disney wasted finnrey. their narrative was all about belonging and looking forward not back, i get the appeal of enemies to friends to lovers but finnrey was just wasted and for what? k*lo dies, she ends up alone. they could’ve explored redemption with a sibling dynamic between r*ylo, romance wasn’t needed there. but you can’t have an interracial relationship in a disney film, and anyway a bad guy needs the promise of a cute girlfriend to pull him towards the light.

literally everyone I know who watched tfa when it first came out were so sure that finn and rey would get together - two people from two totally different walks of life, on the run, fighting against a fascist order, finding a family in each other, looking for a home, scared shitless yet still so brave, in waaaaay over their heads but still standing tall, like??? they are perfection????

instead of rey being some consolation prize for someone finding their lacklustre conscience, finn and rey worked off each other and built themselves up, they were a team, partners, always there for each other. for finn, rey was always rey - it had nothing to do with her power, nothing to do with what she offered him, and everything to do with who she was. he loved her and she loved him with or without the force.

I mean, isn’t that an amazing message? that you don’t need to be powerful to get someone’s attention? that you could be some scavenger somewhere, or some lost soul wandering in a desert, and you’d still find someone who sees the light in you? who thought you were special when everyone thought differently??

finnrey is literally the type of relationship that’s healthy enough for kids to aspire to. yes, enemies to lovers is a sexy trope - but what should we be promoting more? finding love with the friend who’s always looked out for you, or one where you hurt each other over and over until by some miracle, he sees the light?

I’m just so tired of seeing poisonous romances on tv. it’s 2020, and interracial relationships are still something we consider “progressive” or “groundbreaking” when it should be as normal as anything else. I just want a relationship that I can look at and think, “yeah, that’s what I want for myself too,” that I can show to my teenage cousin and say, “find you someone like that.” as young kids, we look towards the media we consume and the relationships around us to help us develop our own sense of what we want too. kids should be able to look towards one of the biggest franchises in the world and see something inspirational there.

especially in today’s age, the age of divisions, the age where racial and lgbt equality is still an issue: disney deciding that the whitest, most heteronormative ship should be validated despite its numerous issues is somehow more appealing than two realistic interracial romances is just…..honestly, I have no words. the fuck is wrong with them?? the fuck kind of message is that??? fuck me.

[youlovetoseeit]

brooo

[philosophicalconservatism]

The only reason that any party ever violates the liberty of any person is  because there is some aspect of the exercise of that liberty that personally bothers or offends them. That is the nature of the suppression of freedom. Therefore when certain  groups today state that  "X" should not be permitted because it is offensive, their position is fundamentally indistinguishable from that of the classic  tyrant. The tyrant does not suppress merely in order to suppress, he suppresses precisely because he considers the subject of that suppression to be objectionable.  There is no objective definition of “offensive” , the word is subjective by its very nature. And tyranny is the subjugation of a society to a set of  subjective preferences.