[enki2]

[secondbeatsongs]

Visit Original Link

“Call Me Maybe” with every other beat removed

[pucket]

[transfemininomenon]

YOU’RE STUBBORN, JEANS STOLEN, NIGHT ROWING

THINK YOU’RE BABY?

[senshimeshi]

HEY AND YOU, AMAZING, BUT YOMBER, SO CLAYBE 

[mossdragon]

my gf crafted this with lots of care for yall. pls enjoy:

[secondbeatsongs]

losing my mind over this

[laurelindorenan]

THINK YOU’RE BABY?!

[memedreamm]

i don’t care about straight actors playing queer people in media all i care about is if theyre going to put their whole pussy into it. tom hardy of course ive had gay sex im an actor. keanu reeves and river phoenix going to gay clubs in seattle and making out in public. heath ledger almost breaking jake gyllenhal’s nose because he kissed him too hard. when will actors do this again. 

[steakplissken]

Ewan McGregor and Christian Bale humping for so long for a scene in Velvet Goldmine that the crew had got the shot and left minutes ago

[internetsnorkeling]

[keikomivra]

Barbie (2023) + YouTube comments

[wheeloffortune-design]

"you're not man enough, not feminine enough"

so gender is something we can fail?

that means gender is not genetic and absolute and unchangeable

but something we can build and perform, and fail at (the standards they set) but also redefine?

if i can fail at being a woman, does that mean i'm not a woman? so does that make me another gender?

[savagegood]

alex newell and j. harrison ghee make history as the first out nonbinary acting winners at the tony awards

[ovenproofowl]

His Dark Materials is a franchise that tackles so many branches of physics and even creates a universe where the main course of study is experimental theology which is all about identifying and explaining dark matter while also adding dimensions to string theory, the multiverse theory, and the very concept of the human soul. At the same time, it aggressively calls out the problem with the state being controlled by the church, how people are condemned for being different and religious fearmongering stops the chance at growth both on an individual and a societal scale. It’s a franchise where the heroes of the story are two children who aren’t allowed to know the prophecy they’re a part of, who save the world unwittingly simply by doing what they believe to be right. Meanwhile, the person who thought he was the hero all along, the person who rallied an army from multiple universes to FIGHT. GOD. HIMSELF. is ultimately consumed by his own ego and forced to take a back seat when he realises he’s just one tiny piece of a much larger story that’s true heart is his own daugher. The child he abandoned, the child he didn’t know or care to know how to look after. It’s a franchise about finding love even when your biological family abandon you, it’s about looking evil in the eye and seeing your own mother, it’s about good and evil not being black and white but instead a complex and cruel mixture of both. It’s about the two worst people you know banding together at the last second to save their daughter with their final breaths. It’s about exploration and learning how to grow through experience, it’s about kindness being shared across the multiverse, exchanging stories with strangers and saving the whole world by doing something perfectly ordinary and receiving no reward.

Oh, and it’s also a franchise rich with fantasy, with giant talking polar bears, witches and ghosts, angels and daemons, and a mammal-like species from another world that travels exclusively on roller skates. 

And it fucking. rocks.

[kirjavas]

in my feelings over the way the ending of his dark materials said all that matters is love and stories and working hard to live full lives. that the act of falling in love was enough to bring dust back into the world. that curiosity sparks love and the imagination that makes us human. that playing the serpent just meant telling a simple story all along. that the ease and grace of childhood can be regained through work. and that living for love is more romantic than dying for it

[torvagatai]

If anyone needs a new reason to cry over these two today, just remember that the modern-era Will of the TV adaptation took this photo of the Tower of the Angels on the day he and Lyra first met. Meaning that he’s got a photo of Lyra that he probably doesn’t even remember taking, and on some uneventful, monotonous day when he’s back home and absently flicking through his phone he’ll find it. He was in a rush to catch up with her, he remembers, so it’s not a very good photo - a little blurred, taken at an odd angle. Lyra’s not even the focus of the picture; she’s turned away from him, her face completely hidden, Pan almost cut out of the frame entirely. But it’s unmistakably her.

The first time he stumbles across it, Will can hardly bear to look at it. But he keeps the photo always, makes multiple digital and physical copies just in case. Sometimes it hurts to look at. Sometimes it brings him comfort. He takes a copy to Mary Malone and she tacks it up on her laboratory wall. On one of the less painful days he shows it to his mother and laughs as he tells her the story of how she attacked him when they first met.

And on more than one Midsummer’s Day he takes it with him to the Botanic Garden.

[casualavocados]

Dust is beautiful… I never knew. HIS DARK MATERIALS (2019-2022)

[innoctemastra]

Good lord it’s over – I am destroyed so here are some more text post + mygifs (to take away the pain) + one at the end that just made me cackle. 

final thoughts, this show is underrated, Marisa arrhhh ruth wilson still has me in a choke hold, i loved it with my whole heart. 

Text posts from the following <3

@ta0xu @nerdyfangirl23

@languesbians @shivspinky @lyraasskywalker @rubivana @everyatomofmeandyou @mxrisabelaxqua @sybilius

[hanavbara]

wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️

[mylordshesacactus]

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

[fantasyamazon-deactivated202605]

[id: screenshots of tiktok captions. the images say, “but the only reason we still love princess diana is because she did not have the time to disappoint us.”]

begging queer kids to read up on princess diana’s involvement with the community. yes, she was a rich, pretty monarch. yes, she died young.

but the reason why queer people love her is because she used her privilege during the aids crisis to advocate for sick queer men, when very few others would - much less someone of her status.

diana spent years advocating for the health and care of queer people with hiv/aids. in 1987, at the height of the epidemic, she opened the first specialist clinic dedicated to treating aids patients (the first clinic of it’s kind in the uk).

she also fought public hysteria by hugging and shaking bare hands with aids patients, at a time when aids was thought to be spread by skin to skin contact. not only that, she visited patients in the clinic regularly and even comforted them through their sickness.

and when queen elizabeth told her to try focusing on “something more pleasant”?

diana ignored her and kept fighting.

and this is only her work towards the aids crisis. she publicly called out the royal family, brought attention to numerous world issues, and was known as an advocate for empathy and kindness. she’s known and loved as the people’s princess for good reason

[recklessfiction]

What to do When You are Being Pursued by Death

Honour your debts. You cannot be taken when you have a score left unsettled, as it will not be Death who has ownership of you. Not yet. Many have found this a helpful little loophole, but the reaper has its long fingers (twelve on each hand) in many pies and it will make you regret wasting its time.

Choose your own grave. It is for the best not to leave yourself open to the whims of others. Who knows what will find you and what, in their boundless charity, they would do with your body. The wizard would have your skull, branded and inscribed, the Brides would have your heart for they cannot find love in their own. Giants would use your bones to divine the future and the gods would use your flesh to bind their books.

Paint your face with blood. Whether or not it is your own is up to you but it will, for a time, fool the old buzzard. But beware, a mask of blood will no doubt attract other faceless things. They would have you share in their festivities.

Mark the bottoms of your feet with sigils. With ink or honey, whatever may be at your disposal. There are words that will prevent you from entering the realms of the dead, keeping you anchored here. But once you've written yourself full of these words, here is where you will stay for all of eternity.

There are deals that can be made. Death is not above such things, it has needs of its own to be met. Not with possessions, gold and silver, no certainly not. But what is a dance or a fingernail to you, who has so much to lose?

Keep away from coins. Yes, this may sound silly and impossible, but hard metal is the price for a ferry ride and they'd slip neatly into your eyes if you were caught with them. Death can be tricky, when it likes to be, and if you aren't paying attention, it will happily pay your fare for you.

Do not listen to it's song. It's voice, high and croaking, will call to you and for a moment, you will find it familiar. It may use the voices of those you love, pleading for you to stop running, to come and join them. Death is the great manipulator, do not be fooled by its pretty words.

Do not go gently. Bare your bloody teeth and sharpen your claws in preparation for its coming. Death will not be kind to you, it will steal you away and trap you in the endless nothingness that is Itself. Tear at it, keep your dignity, spill the blood of Death onto the green grass, let it spray across your skin, deep red and hot. Let it know just exactly what kind of creature it has come for and what, indeed, it shall get.

[arirna]