Unbetitelt

[mopymuppetbo1]

I get why we talk so much about Judblanc, but I wish there were more people analysing the characters individually. I love Jud duplenticy as much as the next person, but then I remember how he stayed silent and let Wicks spew his hatred towards anyone outside of his flock, remaining silent and compliant and get that feeling that -despite everything- at his heart, he’s still just another catholic official who refuses to act in the face of wrongdoings, because fixing such things 'belongs in the hands of god'. And yes, he confronted Wicks eventually, but even then, what would’ve changed? Even if he‘d reported him (which he didn’t), probably nothing would’ve happened. We’ve seen how Langstrom talks about Wicks at the beginning of the movie, they know, but the system refuses to act. And Jud sees all of this, experiences it first hand and still openly supports the system, devoting his life to it. And I know there’s nuance there and reason and it’s one of the many reasons I think this movie is so amazing, but also as someone with religious trauma stemming partly from that culture of „being righteous through ignorance“ it hurts so bad and I want to just love Jud with all my heart, but I physically can’t. All that to say I’m so glad Blanc walked out of that church at the end. (Go to your husband and happily live the queer life you fought so hard for, Sir, you do NOT owe forgiveness to anyone but your own conscience.)

[nalasan]

Es ist schon eine heitere Vorstellung, wie so die Durchschnitts-Drei-Fragezeichen-Hörer*innen/Leser*innen bei einer neuen Hörspielfolge/einem neuen Roman denken: "Cool, neues Abenteuer mit den Jungs, hoffentlich wirds spannend."

Während wir, der Teil des Fandoms, der irgendwie shipping auf dem Schirm hat, popcornessend beobachten, wie Kari Erlhoff die SkinnyxBob-Agenda pusht, wo sie kann und das Lektorat es nicht so genau nimmt, Ben Nevis mit seinem selbstgemalten "BobxLeslie"-Schild wedelt, während Kai Schwind garantiert schon mal recherchiert hat, welches unheiliges Ritual er abhalten müsste, damit Shandrews endlich canon wird.

[hawberries]

memories of my future with you

[mopymuppetbo1]

Get to know me

Tagged by @lalalenii, thank u!!

reading: 1984 (unfinished), very many fanfics (mostly 00q)

last series: SpyXFamily

last movie: Queer (2024)

last song: More than you know - Axwell Λ Ingrosso

sweet or salty: depends on the circumstance, sweet in the mornings, salty by night

coffee or tea: Tea, coffee only occasionally

working on: My graduation… :( (and legally transitioning)

[feltforever]

i think one of the reasons that heated rivalry has been so successful is because everyone involved with it is so fucking proud of what they created. like there’s zero embarrassment or shame about how sexual it is or how queer it is and it’s just such a breath of fresh air

[maxxie-or-smth]

i am an unreliable narrator both because i do not remember and also i love to lie

[judblanc]

00q spanning across three movies is kinda crazy. in skyfall bond is having an "i'm getting old" crisis and in waltzes this cocky boy whose confidence is clearly all bravado and bond is horny charmed so he lets him think he's in control until he asks him to disobey orders and q immediately just does as bond tells him because ??? (wait i cracked it. because he values bond's intellect above everyone else's) and it changes their dynamic forever.

in spectre q is suddenly both angrier with bond and way more flustered around him while bond takes turns avoiding q's gaze and looking at him way too intimately. q also seems both apologetic about the mi6 treating bond as a slab of meat and way too happy to push bond around and stab him like a lab rat himself. something shifted between these movies and based on the way bond once again tricks q into helping him just to ghost him for their rendezvous im thinking he fucked him and disappeared and now he's doing it again and jeopardising q's mi6 job to boot.

then q is the last person to see him before bond goes off the grid for years until one day he appears at q's door and says forget about having a guy over you need to come with me and watch me kill myself. and q is like [put on sigh] okay fine. and their boss sees right through them. "shut up q i know he's staying with you" he really just called them a slur to their faces. and then there's more medicinal stabbing and bickering and mutual fondness and by the end q and bond's ex are both crying after him as he blows himself up bc he is LITERALLY too toxic to live! awesome dynamic no notes except that it could've used 100% more manhandling. bond really never touched q if he could help it which is somehow even more damning but wow we really used to queerbait with purpose

[mopymuppetbo1]

Bond literally treated Q like one of his Bond girls for the entirety of Spectre. Q was a stuttering mess half the film (and carrying both MI6 and the plot for the other half) and Bond was busy halfway leaning over his desks and going 'I just need one more favour'. The blatant homoeroticism was the only thing to make up for them not giving Madeleine any real character depth until NTTD.

[mopymuppetbo1]

a love letter to the queer community

Community infighting and division is literally breaking my heart. Discussion about the 'correctness' of transmasc lesbians and genderqueer/flux people and all I can think about is being 12 and listening to girl in red and listening to girl in red and knowing I’m not a lesbian, but feeling that sense of liberation for the first time, of belonging. The queer community to me has literally been the provider of the unconditional love I couldn’t get from religion. And I remember being 13 and hanging with teens on discord, who‘d change their pronouns weekly or daily and the confidence it gave me, the chance to try out things without judgment, to figure myself out, the safe space. And I remember being 15 and falling in love for the first time and the turmoil that it was and I remember supporting my transfem friend through a variety of labels over presumably three years until she was comfortable coming out to herself and I remember growing up in a religious small town and the sense of community and solidarity every somewhat-openly queer person there had with one another. From being a literal tween learning about flags and terms and definitions to growing into the man I am today, every label, every cultural moment, every person I met along the way has shaped me into who I am and I couldn’t be more grateful. I just wish that this sense of liberty and pride without being bound to any boxes is one that queer folk everywhere, especially younger ones, may still experience today. And whenever I stumble across fighting within the trans community, between transmascs and -fems or whomever really, I‘d just like us all to remember our roots for a second, remember the times without proper terminology, where a gay drag Queen could by definition hardly be separated by a trans woman and to how labels should help us express ourselves, to make people feel seen and included and not to turn anyone away or police their identity. We’re here, we’re queer and no rightwing 'divide and conquer' ideology should ever let us forget who our siblings really are, today more than ever. <3

PS: first time posting on tumblr, I have no idea how this works lol sorry.

[adnnnnnnn]

[ethanthesun]

My hair is very soft and easily played with.....

But guess who is playing with it? No one and I find that quite rude.

[mopymuppetbo1]

this is personal btw (my subjective does not know tumblr exist…)

[demiurgicviscera]

i think that's what i saw the tv glow did honestly.

that moment when you're watching it as a trans person, and every cell in your body is begging her to not stop, to not run away, please please please. you need to see it more than you've needed anything. and then she does. she sees everything inside herself in a bathroom all alone where we've all been, and she closes it all up, her emaciated and sickly body barely holding her up, and she walks back into an arcade room apologizing for her outburst to a building full of people who refuse to see or hear her.

and then you realize, while your chest feels like it might just cave in under the pressure, that this film refused to afford you the relief of seeing someone else do what you must, to give you that false and fleeting pressure eased. no. if you want this film to have a good ending, you have to make it yourself. you have to do what she could not, because otherwise, well. you just saw your future.

[ssopimir]

my biological fathers

[petricorah]

timeskip iwaoi i forgot to post here [id in alt]

[iwaoiness]

there’s something about iwaoi where they keep bothering each other nonstop even when they’re already 18. where they still run to each other’s moms yelling “KAA-SAN, OIKAWA DID-” and “KAA-CHAN, IWA-CHAN SAID-” whenever they want to tattle on each other for the dumbest things.

where iwaizumi is just changing his shoes and oikawa instantly shows up to kick one of his sneakers away, screaming as he runs off with a terrifying iwaizumi chasing after him.

where iwaizumi throws volleyballs at oikawa with deadly accuracy, but also pillows with enough strength to knock him flat during every sleepover.

where oikawa, every time he sees iwa-chan talking to a kohai, boy or girl, at the gym or in the hallway, jumps on him without a second thought, clinging to his back like a koala and teasing him until iwaizumi glares over his shoulder and pinches his thigh without mercy.

where iwaizumi, whenever oikawa wears a jacket or hoodie, never bothers to resist the constant urge to pull the hood up at random moments, no matter how much oikawa whines that the friction ruins his waves.

where the two end up rolling around in the grass, pushing and pinching each other, every time iwaizumi beats oikawa in warm-up sprints because the only thing oikawa can think to do to avoid seeing that smug grin that makes his heart race is to let out a battle cry before tackling him to the ground.

where oikawa, during practice sessions while benched with a sprained ankle, yells from the sidelines in a high-pitched voice, “IWA-CHAAAN, MY ACE!”, “ONE MORE POINT, HA-JI-MEEE!”, “YOU'RE THE BEST!” mixed with countless kya’s, finger hearts, and laughter from their teammates

until iwaizumi turns red with a mix of embarrassment and rage, reminding himself that oikawa’s injured and it wouldn’t be ethical to hit him with the ball. yet.

where both of them, whenever they get their hands dirty with food, mud, or whatever else, immediately wipe it off on each other as naturally as sneezing after smelling spices, despite the shrieks and high-level insults that follow.

where they make fun of each other’s silly mistakes, pull each other’s cheeks, exchange shoulder punches, tug on each other’s ears, shove by the hips, laugh at every stumble, fire back every tease, and bite like a pair of restless puppies.

tooru and hajime are best friends who’ve been annoying each other to death since they were five and counting; and they’re also best friends who’ve been loving each other to death since they were five and counting.

...

high school!iwaoi one of my weakness 👍🏼

u can find me on my ao3, my carrd, bluesky and strawpage 🍉

[fearbehere]

thinking about oikawa and kageyama. you hate him because he is everything you could not be. he was born with something, and you weren’t, simple as that. you’re smarter, older, better at dealing with people. but talent is talent. you cannot deny him that. he was once beside you, when did he get so far ahead?

you can’t stand him but you’re proud of him. he’s your junior. he’s your legacy. you started together. you praise him, only behind his back. you befriend his teammates, but you can never make yourself befriend him. you still watch his games, even when you don’t compete anymore. you never play on the same team again.

[deductivisms]

BR quotes haikyuu edition hehe

[turnqpsole]

Haikyuu!! Special All Star Match

@amiira1012 Thanks for the coloring suggestion, I hope you enjoy it.