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life tip: sometimes there's a bird outside & you can look at it
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Oh, what I would pay to know what was going on in the heads of Interpol agents in the Frame Up Job, like imagine being in their shoes: you come to an estate sale because a never-before-seen painting of a famous artist got stolen, probably a standard affair in their business. But then you watch your boss, the infamous James Sterling, completely spiral over the course of one afternoon because a couple has him absolutely wrapped around their fingers.
One second, he pins them as prime suspects on sight; the next, he's working alongside them to solve the case. The man (who faked being an undercover Interpol agent, by the way) says the guy whose estate is being solved was actually murdered? Well, in that case, it's got to be murder!
Quickly, you concluded that the butler did it; all is well and good. You recovered the mystery stolen painting (with the help of a couple you're growing surer by the second are some flavour of criminals, but Sterling seems to be chill with that fact, so it's probably fine). Now all that's left to do is to tag it as evidence and wrap this whole thing up - oh, what did you say? Your boss's rival(?)-turned-suspect-turned-partner-turned-general-pain-in-the-ass vaguely implied that something about their procedure might be a little bit iffy? Apparently, that alone is enough to send Sterling into an absolute frenzy, demanding that everything be double-checked twice over.
No, wait, 5 minutes later, the couple is back, confessing to stealing not one but two paintings, but only for like, a little bit, so they could do some backyard vodka-paint test. And they're claiming all of the paintings in the collection are fake. That's got to be the breaking point, right? We're arresting them! Never mind, we're back on their side, working with them to figure out what the hell is going on.
After a too-long day, you figure it all out (well, not you, the criminal duo does, but you're just so fed up with the case, you don't even particularly care). The curator did it and then accidentally died in pursuit, but at least you got an answer. You need a drink. You need to return to England, away from this circus, so your boss can start acting semi-normally again.
And then comes the next morning, and Sterling is trotting right back to the estate to arrest a 3rd person in the case, because even though he says he hates their guts, apparently, the second the criminal couple calls, he will come right back to them like a trained dog.
My favourite scene from The Frame-Up Job. Sophie and Nate are just watching their favourite pet nemesis throw a temper tantrum like an exhausted toddler <3
does anyone have a picture of that beautiful letter to the editorial in which a green lantern fan threatens them with exploding the hqs or something like that
I dont think my body was made for hormones
like "trust your gut" really doesnt work if my gut produces the stuff that makes me go fucking insane but at such irregular intervals i never know if my thoughts are real/mine and to be trusted or not. and this is while on the medication thats supposed to fucking regulate it!!!
I dont think my body was made for hormones
the way trans folks innocuous jokes get misinterpreted and turned into discourse should be studied. a while back i remember seeing jokes like "if you know my deadname no you dont" or "closing my eyes when sending my trans friend money so I dont read their deadname" well some folks must have seen those jokes and thought "ohh its transphobic to know someone's deadname" and thats why this year i saw someone in an argument say "why would you, as their partner, know their deadname? đ€š" huh??
this friday remember to keep climbing out of this hole that resembles the grave but isnât
okay this is an insane poll but for context: as a lot of people know, in fashion and styling, different people have different complimentary palettes. some people look better in cool tones, some people look better in warm tones, some in bright colors, some in pastels, etc etc. however, this also applies to metals, specifically gold vs silver. so,
do you know whether you "should" be wearing either silver or gold
yes, i know which looks best, and i stick with this
yes, i know which looks best, and i don't care
no, i don't know
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i very much want to clarify before people get mad at me: i am not saying this is a thing that matters genuinely literally at all ever. i just am curious if most people care or are even aware of this.
look at this amazing ally who got a trans flag to hang over her door because shes such a good ally to trans people no other reason
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You canât call yourself a leftist if you hate children tbh, like you can choose not to have them or be around them, but outright hating the most marginalised group of people in the world who have absolutely no power or control over the most basic parts of their lives and bodies is a dangerous mentality to have and you need to grow the fuck up and get out of your edgy phase and start treating everyone around you like human beings, even the ones that piss you off.
Like the older I get, the more empathy I have for children. Imagine living on this planet for less than a decade and having to figure out every single thing from scratch, only for the people around you to treat you like a living doll and constantly invalidate your feelings because you havenât learned how to express them beyond screaming at the top of your lungs, like youâd be having meltdowns in the grocery store as well. The least you can do is offer them some grace, everything is so fucking confusing and scary and overwhelming and theyâre not able to communicate that properly and no one around them is explaining shit, and they are constantly at the mercy of whether or not the terrifyingly giant adults around them CHOOSE to be kind like genuinely put yourself in the situation of a child and tell me you wouldnât also be freaking the fuck out.
The way society treats children is borderline inhumane, and you have the audacity to call them hellspawn crotch-goblins for screaming a little bit too loud or daring to be in the same vicinity as you.
I do also believe that hating children is a sign of underlying ableism, because most of the justifications of hating children comes down to âtheyâre annoyingâ or âthey donât know how to actâ or âtheyâre grossâ and if you are unable to treat people who lack social skills, who make loud or repetitive noises, who are incontinent etc. with basic respect and dignity, then whatâs the difference between hating children and hating disabled adults that share the traits you find so irritating?