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Yes, The Last Of Us is amazing, but still is one more show about a mutation that means the end of the word.

You all are slepping about The Power.

Here, the new mutation is revolucionary, meaning the libertation of women. And it covers all aspects: religion, feminism x patriarchim, political, civil wars, fake news, intolarance, segregation, union, revenge and so so much more.

Please, go watch it now!

#the last of us #tlou #the power

euphcric

one thing I love about tlou is the representations of the different possibilities of society after an apocalypse. so far we’ve got a fascist military state, two kinds of revolutionaries (restoring democracy and revenge hungry), a survivalist, a self-sufficient couple in the middle of the woods, communism, religious cult, and cannibalism

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #tlou

vamprozy

I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

#the last of us

assiraphales

it’s pretty clear that humanity’s worst enemy in the last of us are people themselves. the infected are scary, and dangerous, but they are manageable. they can be killed. detected. prevented. but they brought out the worst, and the worst survive. right from day 1, the worldwide militaries first decision was to bomb the cities. to kill people healthy people leaving the cities. to make quarantine zones run by power hungry militias, and to round up and kill everyone who lived in small towns (who could have lived peacefully and successfully if left alone). to act like dictators. even the rebel fireflies. if kathleen had dealt w the crumbling infrastructure in kansas city (the fact that the infected were going to escape from underground) instead of obsessing over henry & sam and in turn condemning all the lives she worked so hard to free. david & his men turning to cannibalism and assault instead of gardening, fishing, hunting, scouting the area. even the person joel was before he met ellie and learned how to love again. the real monsters in the last of us aren’t the infected.

#the last of us #tlou

I think that episode 8 of the last of us sumarizes what is the most terrifing thing in a dystopian word. Not the infected, zombies, alliens, whatever monster they are fiting. It is always the people. Because of this kind of anarchic state simples brings the worst of humanity and also the most ultimate range pure instintic of survivince.

#the last of us #joel miller #ellie tlou

rightmedicine

#pietro maximoff #peter maximoff #wandavision #evan peters #scarlet witch #quicksilver #marvel

I CANT BELIEVE THEY MADE WANDA WATCH VISION GO FOR THE THIRD (THIRD!) TIME.

And her sweet sweet CHILDREN.

And the waist it was Peter/Pietro. Oh my god, I can't.

Why do I still trust Marvel????

#wanda #wandavision #vision #marvel

sooooo wanda's daydreams to cope with vision death are gonna cause massive disturbence in time and reality itself hã?

i wish

#wandavision #wanda #vision #marvel #disneyplus

My favourite scenes of piece of a woman are the ones right after the trial. She goes back to home, her sink is clean, the dead plants on trash. Her apple seeds are starting to grow. She is restarting too, and will be abble to smell her sweet little girl forever.

#pieces of a woman #netflix

zuk-oh

i’ve reread ignite me every year (sometimes multiple times a year) since i was 12 and i am not kidding when i say there’s always something in that book that HITS when i read it…

like……… “This is about me and what I want. This is about me finally understanding where I want to be in ten years. Because I’m going to be alive, Kenji. I will be alive in ten years, and I’m going to be happy. I’m going to be strong. And I don’t need anyone to tell me that anymore. I am enough, and I always will be.” ??? r u kidding???

“I’ve been here before, I tell myself. I’ve been lonelier than this, more hopeless than this, more desperate than this. I’ve been here before and I survived. I can get through this.” COME ON !!!!!

this book is fucking golden and i keep it in a little pocket in my heart and i owe so much to tahereh mafi for writing it

#tahereh mafi #shatter me #ignite me #book #books #reading

commedesdiamants

“I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don’t think I’ll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography ill ever write, and god, I’m writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don’t remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl’s grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn’t. In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn’t look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free. I’d always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, “The Salt Flats”. It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America’s war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long till they came for me.It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you. -Valerie”

— Valerie. - V For Vendetta.

#v for vendeta #movie club #movies #quotes

QUICK NOTES ABOUT DISPATCHES FROM ELSEWHERE

First, you all need to watch it. Why isn't everybody freaking ou about this show? Great actors, POC and LGBT representativity, menthal health issues, very enternening plot, lots of weird stuff...

All the characters are you, but also their own in a very vulnerable mirroring way and I can't thing about a way to portray empaty and respect and self discovery better than this.

But most important, the show gives you messages of hope and comunity and not being alone and that is possible to get better.

Also, about the finale: I think each character is a metaphor about each part of your personality, the clown boy simbolizing the need of forgiven and set free your inner child, always remembering the best and purest part of it in your heart.

#dispatches from elsewhere #jason segel #DFE

liberalsarecool

Trump racism poisons all his decisions. Trump can never acknowledge black excellence.

paninimami

What’s his name and what’d he do? I wanna look him up

paprikanoir-deactivated20190515

Rodney Robinson's mom grew up during segregation and wasn't able to graduate from high school due to poverty. Still, she taught him to value

I’m glad you asked! Read more about Rodney Robinson here! This man is a treasure.

squidersdoodles

sharing to promote Mr Robinson <3

isitandwonder

This is to you, Mr Robinson…

ottomarinho

UM SOCO NO ESTÔMAGO

"Bacurau" é um apelo para que resgatemos nossa principal arma de resistência: a nossa identidade. Sem ela, é fácil para o outro desumanizar, destituir e aniquilar. É por meio da identidade que marcamos território e impomos respeito. Quando descaracterizados, viramos uma massa homogênea passível as mais variadas formas de violência. É um filme necessário pra refletir sobre a importância de sentir que pertencemos ao mesmo lugar. Quando os forasteiros oriundos da região sudeste matam seus "iguais", fica clara a ferida exposta por Kleber Mendonça Filho e Juliano Dornelles. Fingimos o tempo todo que somos o "diferente". "Bacurau" exalta as insígnias identitárias de um povo...o NOSSO POVO, aquilo que somos e o que nos torna semelhantes. Mostra um Brasil dentre os "Brasis" que existem e do qual pouco ouvimos falar porque ignoramos e viramos as costas. "Quem mora em Bacurau é o quê?", pergunta a forasteira, que ouve de um garoto inocente a ávida resposta "é GENTE!". Sim, eu chorei nesse e em outros instantes. Negamos os contrastes, nossas características e a miséria que nos assola. Negamos os sujeitos. Enquanto isso acontece, interesses externos podem chegar no Brasil a qualquer momento e tomá-lo completamente para si. O momento político atual é assombroso nesse aspecto. A política subserviente interna quer destruir nossa cultura, ciência, saberes, patrimônio e história devido uma lógica de dominação e subordinação neocolonialista. Em analogia, os "forasteiros" que ocupam o executivo, o legislativo e o judiciário desconhecem o nosso povo; o apetite deles é pela destruição da ideia de uma identidade nacional. Dialogam com interesses que não são os nossos. Lembrei do Mbembe que recorreu a noção de biopoder (Foucault) e estado de exceção (Agamben) para formular o conceito de NECROPOLÍTICA. Esse conceito ajuda a compreender que "as várias maneiras pelas quais, em nosso mundo contemporâneo, as armas de fogo são dispostas com o objetivo de provocar a destruição máxima de pessoas e criar ´mundos de morte`, formas únicas e novas de existência social, nas quais vastas populações são submetidas a condições de vida que lhes conferem o estatuto de mortos-vivos.” E é contra essa lógica que os habitantes de Bacurau insurgem...usando as MESMAS ARMAS DOS INIMIGOS QUANDO NECESSÁRIO. Os tiros saem de dentro das casas e, em certa medida, parece que a própria Bacurau está revidando os ataques. As pessoas, unidas, se tornam um ser só. No esboço da banalização da violência e da desumanização, temos a imagem dos caixões. Um caminhão cheio deles era a principal forma de "assistência social" para o lugar. Imagem assustadora até mesmo pra quem estava tomado pela impiedade, no caso, os americanos. É forte. Intenso. Tem muito a nos dizer sobre as formas de reagir ao neofascismo que mata...seja pelo regaste da história (o museu no centro da cidade), pela arte (o violeiro), pela gastronomia (Domingas)...ou até mesmo apelar para a violência, como última forma de resistência.

"Bacurau" é o despertar. RESISTIR SEMPRE!

#bacurau #brasil #brazil

coffinsjane-deactivated20221202

Tem mais de uma coisa que faz Bacurau ser um filme importante pra mim, mas a principal delas é que eu passei a minha infância vendo filmes americanos onde os ianques simplesmente chegam num lugar do terceiro mundo sem a mínima humildade bancando os heróis e os nativos são só "selvagens" que não sabem de nada. Mas em Bacurau *spoiler* os "selvagens" de terceiro mundo são os heróis, e eles estão de saco cheio de serem feitos de bobos por um bando de gringo medíocre que nem língua ou cultura estrangeira é capaz de compreender. É o filme que eu precisava, mas não sabia disso.

#bacurau #cinema brasileiro #brazil #brasil