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ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
vampires dont need to breathe but the habit is hard to kick. someone should fuck pyro stupid while holding his face down into a body of water and letting him thrash in terror as his throat burns and his mind screams that he's dying but there's no escape. lack of oxygen won't change a thing, all he can do is keep taking it as the cold water seeps into his clothes and he thrashes begging for mercy and hears his own voice turn to pathetic burbling noises in the shallows
the thing is, im always interested in The Paperwork. whenever The Characters moan and groan about The Paperwork and whenever it's left unspecified what The Paperwork entails i go aw... The Paperwork... u dont deserve this attitude, The Paperwork... im sure you're very interesting and important... this is because i like my job at The Paperwork factory and because i like homework and it's also because The Characters often hold positions of power attained through superhuman abilities and enforced with violence and i know that The Paperwork is there, aspirationally, to document their actions and protect people. from institutional neglect and from The Characters. when The Characters ignore The Paperwork to fuck each other on The Desk i think less of them for it. i do.
i made this post offhandedly, but resentment/dismissal of The Paperwork is a trope from procedural fiction and commercial sff that is really really common in fanworks bc it makes for an easy shorthand when u don't want to research or invent the details of a job, and i do seriously want to ask everyone to get skeptical of it. it's part of a broader narrative type of the ultra-talented Maverick, usually law enforcement or pseudo law enforcement (e.g. a monster hunter, a status-quo-enforcing time traveler, a man in black, a moral mercenary, etc.), whose ability to police the boundaries of Civilization ("normal," defined by hegemony, Flawed But Worth Preserving!) and protect a homogenous Public (white, heteronormative, bourgeois, documented, "law-abiding," "innocent," helpless!!) is limited not by his energy or ability, but by forces (small-minded, foolish, persnickety, overcautious, sexless, dull, effeminate!!!) of Overhead, from whence comes... The Paperwork.
The Paperwork might be generated by administrators, journalists, lawyers, judges, civilian oversight committees, the village elders or the intergalactic legislature, depending on the story. and who benefits from us telling each other stories that belittle & villainize those professions while lionizing The Maverick? "if only The Maverick were given unlimited resources, unlimited access, unlimited privacy in his operations, and unlimited use of excessive force, he would be able to protect The Public (and find love! maybe on The Desk)." you see it, right? this is how copaganda will get in your head.
no these are great tags! thank you!
THE BORGIAS, 1x08
THE BORGIAS, 1x08
Dentist-
The open door was a test, one you failed miserably by the way. But now you're out, you've escaped, congratulations. You're back in your apartment, back at your job, back with your friends.
Except
You're only keeping your apartment clean because your friends are helping you, you just don't have much energy any more. You got your job back because your boss pitied you, but you're not keeping up, he and you both know under normal circumstances he would have fired you by now. And your friends? They're trying, but you can't go out because you see my face around every corner and loud noises make you panic.
How much longer until the pity evaporates like so much mist in mid morning sun. How long until your boss gets sick of covering for you and fires you. How long until your friends stop cleaning your house, until "you poor thing" becomes "when are you gonna get over it". How long until you're jobless, homeless, friendless.
And then what
I'm not saying life with me was good, far from it. I tortured you mercilessly in any number of horrifying ways. I raped you and beat you. I starved you. You're missing a few toes from that time I gave you hypothermia and a few of your fingernails may never grow back nicely.
And I'm not saying I'll suddenly be nice when you come back. I'll still torture you, probably worse than before because I have to discipline you for running away.
But wasn't it nice to be treasured? After every horrific torture didn't I lovingly nurse you back to health? Wasn't it nice to be the object of someone's undivided attention? Your entire world was built just for you and you were the most important thing in that world. Don't you miss that?
And who would love you now? You flinch away from every touch, you scream out in your sleep, your face is disfigured from those scars I gave you. Me. That's who would love you now.
And, you know it, I know you know it. Why else would you lie to the police. I wouldn't have been caught, I'm too careful. But I would have had to run and then you wouldn't have known where to find me. No, you kept that option available on purpose.
The door you walked out of is still open sweetheart, walk back in whenever you're ready to give up.
(This is a repost from my old blog bubblegumgothglados)
i rlly love how exhausted the body gets from breath play it’s barely anything happening and yet it destroyed so easily
you get it ‼️‼️‼️‼️
! You can make any male character significantly hotter by giving them excessive piercings.
! Bulletholes do count.
is it normal to moan when your brother in arms desperately applies pressure to your gaping wound. asking for a friend
follow up question is it normal if your brother in arms get hard at the feeling of your pounding heartbeat and slick, hot blood beneath their hands
Pressing a barrel of a gun against his bulge but he tries to grind into it
SADISTIC MUTUAL: it is a moral imperative to push the princess around, and punch her in the stomach, and roundhouse kick her in the throat, and cut her with blades ANTIMONARCHIST MUTUAL: [confused but enthusiastically going along with it] and line her up with her family and shoot her dead, and orchestrate a lie that they fled the country so that they are not remembered as martyrs
Area Man Struggles with Choice Between Basic Morality and Homosexual Desire Toward Worst Person Alive
i've been saying this meme aloud to my friends and family for years now and i realized i never put it into text format so i'm subjecting you all to it.
@elbiotipo
male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'
death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'
I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts
death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.
male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.
This fanfic shit is easy