Roziesmiles

A stream of consciousness about things and stuff. Age - 29, Libra (so I'll judge you and feel bad about it but not enough to apologize because I'm right lol), she/her

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The last pic is like a very fucking specific hieroglyph which you only understand if you know it’s context.

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The context

[sadoeuphemist]

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

___

…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

___

…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

___

“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

___

…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

___

…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

___

…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

___

“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

___

“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

[ospreyonthemoon]

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river.

“To be honest,” said the desert rain frog. “I’m the wrong kind of frog for that.”

“Oh,” said the scorpion.

“I was hoping to find someone to carry me across, myself.” It admitted.

“Oh,” The scorpion said. “Well, we can wait together.”

And they sat, and spoke, and when a turtle happened to pass along, they both ventured together, and the scorpion was too busy sharing words to ever think of stinging.

—

“Actually,” said the scorpion, as it climbed onto the frog’s back, “My sting is harmless.”

“Oh really?” Said the frog, as it began to swim.

“Yes,” the scorpion waved the small stinger about. “The poison is useless to anything larger than a beetle. I can’t threaten you with it at all, you see, so you don’t really need to worry about it at all.”

The frog, now freed from the fear of death, began preparing to dive.

“Although,” the scorpion continued as it felt the frog slow down, “do not think me entirely defenceless.”

“Why not?” Said the frog. “All you have is your claws. And they aren’t sharp enough to pierce my skin.”

“No, they are not,” agreed the scorpion, getting a good hold of the frog’s shoulders. “But they are strong. They need to be, to hold my prey so my weak venom has time to work.”

“But they will not kill me.”

“No. But there are other ways to hurt.” The scorpion tightened its grip, letting the teeth of its claws sink into the skin.

“You will drown me, of course, but my claws will remain locked. My drowned corpse will hang over your shoulders, right here, claws buried in you. And everyone who sees you will see it. And they will see my frail little body, and my weak little stinger. And you will drown me, yes, but for the rest of your life everyone will know that you took the life of a creature that was no danger to you for no greater sin than that you did not want to grant them passage. You will never escape the weight of me on your back, waiting to be carried to the afterlife you delivered me to.”

The frog was silent, for a while, before it continued to swim. “I think I would have preferred you with a stinger that worked.”

The scorpion relaxed its grip. “And I would have preferred to not have to use it.”

—

“Do you know how many times we’ve done this?” Asked the frog, eyes flicking back to its passenger. “I can’t remember how long it’s been.”

“A million lives.” Purred the scorpion, claws nestled up to the frog’s neck. “A million lives now, with this one. And it never matters until we’re here.”

“I’m glad it’s us.” Said the frog, letting the tide sweep it away. “I’m glad even after a million lives, we always find each other.”

The scorpion clung tight, even as the water seeped into its carapace. “I’d never die with anyone else, my love.”

Hopelessly entangled, they faded into oblivion.

—

A chicken stood at the edge of a road, watching the cars go by.

“Is this all there is?” It asked.

“I don’t know.” Said the fox across from it, brushing some grass from it’s foot.

“But it might be nice to find out.”

—

-but no sooner had the frog gotten halfway across the river did a great catfish rise up, mouth so wide they could not escape.

“Oh, foolish frog and foolish bug.” It said, voice full of pity as it swallowed them both. “Your eyes glued to the most obvious threat, did you never think there were greater things to fear in a river as deep and wide as this?”

And the catfish swam off, to find more frogs to devour.

—

“Sorry?” The scorpion paused, confused. “Sting you? Why on earth would I do that?

“Well,” said the frog. “It’s in your nature to, isn’t it?”

“No, not at all!” The scorpion said, voice tinged with insult. “We don’t run around stabbing everything we see. That’s a good way to start a fight you can’t win. A stinger is just for catching food and fending off predators, really. It’s no more my nature to sting everything as it is your nature to drown everything. And you don’t do that, do you!”

The frog scowled, petulant at the tone. “Well, the scorpion I usually see here almost always stings me…”

“That seems like you’re projecting problems with one scorpion onto every scorpion you meet.” Said the scorpion. “I’m not really sure I trust you to take me across the river, frankly. Do you know if there’s another frog who could help?”

The frog grumbled, and slipped into the water.

—

The chicken stood on the banks of the river with it’s children. A fox sat on the other bank, with a bag of corn.

“Hoy, chicken.” Shouted the fox. “Do you ever think you might be stuck in a rut?”

“What’s it to you?” The chicken said, flapping a wing in annoyance. “My life is my own business, fox.”

The fox shrugged, pawing at the corn. “I just feel like I can’t get out of this cycle,” it said with a sigh. “Like my life is stuck on rails.”

—

“On rails?” The scorpion asked. “What do you mean?”

“My whole life is just this river-”

—

“This road-”

—

“This boat-”

—

“And it feels like it doesn’t change. It feels like I’m always just here. In the river, with you.”

—

“Is it such a bad place to be?” Asked the fox.

“With me?”

—

“How long do you think the river has been here?” Asked the scorpion.

The frog thought about that until the poison had seeped into its bones.

“As long as us,” it whispered, as its lungs gave out. “As long as we’ve needed it.”

—

“You’re not swimming right.” Said the scorpion, pinching the frog’s arm.

“You need to kick round with the back legs, push with the front, like this-” gently, it pushed the frog’s limbs into the correct position.

“Oh, thank you.” Said the frog. “I’m no good at this. I’ve never been a frog before.”

“You’re doing brilliantly, my dear.” The scorpion said, trying to reassure. “I would have taught you earlier if I could have.”

“And I would have taught you to walk.” The frog laughed, kicking much stronger now. “If only I’d known you didn’t know! I saw you stumbling over the sands there.”

“I’ve never had so many legs!” The scorpion wailed. “How do you manage them all? And the eyes!”

They were not making it across the river very fast.

“I don’t mind only having two eyes.” The frog admitted. “I could get used to it.”

Despite the tutoring, the frog was getting exhausted, weak muscles failing in strong currents.

The scorpion tried to kick at the water, but its frail carapace only dredged in the currents, dragging them both down further.

“Oh, we’re no good at it this way around.” The scorpion said with a shake of its tail, claws clinging so strongly to the frog’s gossamer skin that it ripped open, spilling the entrails like ruby ribbons into the depths.

The frog laughed, choking on the water it didn’t know how to breathe. “I can’t swim, and you won’t sting! Oh, how our natures fail us still!”

And the river claimed them both once more.

—

“Do you remember a time before the riverbank?” Asked the fox.

“Do you remember anything after it?” The Chicken countered, head stuck in the bag of corn as it ate its fill. “Is there anything but the pursuit of what we will never grasp?”

“Maybe we will grasp it,” the fox’s voice was tinged with hope, tail tucked tightly around its legs. “Maybe one day, we will be more than our natures, and we will not have to cross the river again.”

“I like the thrill of it.” Said the chicken. “I’d miss the thrill of it.”

The fox sighed, and lowered its head down to the chicken, already doomed to bite. “But still, wouldn’t it be nice?”

—

But alas, the rains had been heavy, and the river bank had become swollen and wide.

The frog kicked for what felt like an eternity, the scorpion holding steady on its back.

Eventually it could swim no longer, and its legs seized up, as it gasped for air.

“I’m sorry, my love-” the frog wheezed. “I don’t think I can make it-”

“It’s okay.” The scorpion’s voice was soft with sadness, knowing now that it was doomed to die. “I didn’t know it would be so hard. I’m sorry I did this to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”

“It’s not your fault,” said the frog, as the currents began to sweep them both downstream. “I wanted to help, I- I really thought I could get you there, I, we were so close -”

“We really were, weren’t we?” The scorpion’s hold on the frog was loosening, as its head swam from lack of oxygen. “We almost made it, we really did…”

The frog wailed in grief as the scorpion’s body was torn away, swallowed by the churning rapids.

—

A scorpion walked across an old riverbed. The smooth pebbles had long laid bare, the river dried up thousands of years ago.

It paused in the middle, overcome with a strange pain in its chest, and decided to turn back.

It felt wrong to cross this river alone.

—

“Where do you think the cars go?” Asked the fox.

The chicken watched a car drive by, seeing the shadowy shapes move within. “I try not to think about it. I want to be happy with my lot in life.”

—

-and no sooner had the frog gotten halfway across the river when the scorpion tapped its stinger against the frog’s back to get its attention.

“Hey,” said the scorpion. “I’m not really in that much of a rush, and it’s a beautiful day. Why don’t we just go up the river instead? I’ve always wanted to try standing on a lilypad.”

“Sure, if you’d like.” Said the frog. “I don’t have any plans for the day.

And while the river remained uncrossed, neither of them were unhappy about this.

—

“When did you know you loved me?” Asked the turtle, as the scorpion clung onto its back, hiding from the deep currents of the river.

The scorpion winced as a wave shook them. “Oh, from the start.” it said, shaking water from its tail. “Or near enough. I’d never met a frog before. And even though you didn’t know me, you laid your life on the line for me. For hope that the impossible was possible.”

The turtle considered that, thinking back across its many lives.

“I don’t think I knew I loved you until recently.” The turtle admitted, lifting its head from the water so its voice could be soft. “It took time, I think, to know. But that said, why else would I come back, time and time again to the same spot of the same river?”

“You have a world of rivers you could be in, my love.” The scorpion agreed. “And yet I always wait for you here. And you always come.”

“I’ve never been as vulnerable as I’ve been with you.” Even as the water licked up its shell, the turtle continued to swim. “I’d never trust my life to anyone else.”

“Here’s to us,” said the scorpion, raising its stinger. “And the river.”

“Here’s to us.” Said the turtle, raising a flipper to sting. “I hope we always find each other.”

—

“Well here we are,” said the frog to the scorpion. “The other side.”

“Here we are.” The scorpion agreed, slowly climbing off its back. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“Thank you for choosing me.” Said the frog. “Thank you for chaining my lives together. For helping me remember the infinity of Us.”

The scorpion didn’t answer, simply looking up, letting the sun warm its carapace.

“I’ve never really left the river.” The frog took another step onto the bank. “It’s… nice.”

The scorpion turned. For a moment, the frog felt the surge of adrenaline as it felt a pinch on its skin, only to find the scorpion had clasped its claw around their hand. “Come with me.” It pleaded, voice soft with urgency. “Come with me, and don’t say no. I won’t leave this river without you. We can see the other side together.”

Those claws could slice, but they were only firm. The river was only the river. But from the banks the frog could see a jungle of lush green, vibrant with life beyond its knowledge. It laughed. “I’ve always wondered what it was like out there.”

—

And the river was silent, with no moral questions to burden it.

[ospreyonthemoon]

That’s because i only added this bit this morning. I think its pretty good

[timeflow]

I think it’s beautiful. thank you for making this

[catgirltoes]

[image: a tag: “this is one of my favorite posts of all time but I’ve never seen this version of it”]

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Official Time Loop Post

[ospreyonthemoon]

Hey that’s me on my own dash again. Haha

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

You gotta find it at least kind of ironic that the going reason Henry Cavill departed from Witcher was because of his behavior and attitude towards women - to then hire in his place, Liam Hemsworth the internets least favorite toxic ex bf

[roziesmiles]

the internet is assuming quite a lot in both those things. Firstly let’s all stop pretending Miley was some perfect wife, she is a train wreck. Doesn’t make her a bad person, but it is rather interesting that despite him never saying a single thing bad about her the internet has taken her every jab like it’s Gospel. And then Henry being cast as a misogynist for not loving the direction of the show (which quite A LOT of people don’t, not just him) simply because it’s a female show runner. But that’s the internet for you. A man not getting along with a specific woman and them not seeing eye to eye on a project does not make the man a bad guy or the woman bad person either. You wouldn’t have that immediate opinion if it were two men, you’d say they didn’t see eye to eye and no one would care. They’d go their separate ways and that’d be it. We want to paint the man as bad simply because he didn’t like the woman’s idea for the show and on the sole basis that he’s a man who looks like he does so what else could it be? It’s confounding to say the least. Couldn’t possibly have to do with none of that at all and have to do with how he was publicly entering into a deal with Amazon to create his own show which would absorb a lot of his time, or that he was tired of the schedule and the risk to losing his action career considering he’d been injured and still pushed to work past the hours his doctor permitted. Couldn’t be. Has to be he’s secretly toxic. 🙄

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[sporifluorous]

Dave Brandt was so much more than a meme. He partnered with universities to experiment with and expand soil conservation and cover crop techniques, worked to educate other farmers through worldwide conventions and direct mentorship, founded the Soil Health Academy, and was called the "Obi-Wan Kenobi of soil health" by the chief of the USDA's conservation department.

There is no healthy planet without healthy ag practices, and this guy was a legend.

[thirddeadlysin]

I'm always so happy to learn people enjoyed becoming a meme because it's so often the opposite.

This is a great overview of the kind of sustainable farming work he did btw

[letthefairyinyoufly]

Brendan Fraser as Rick O'Connell

[the-nettle-knight]

I get that in comparison Liam Hemsworth looks much less muscular than Henry Cavill which seems less impressive etc etc etc, but I think we're forgetting about the fact that it's just not healthy. Like HC was hugely dehydrated and still had to act for really long days doing loads of stunts. They're gonna treat Liam Hemsworth the same. Do you think he doesn't already feel hugely scrutinised being compared to Chris? Why are we feeling so blasé about commenting on someone's body?

Don't get me wrong, I was upset when HC left and I'm still kinda dubious about Liam Hemsworth but it feels gross to be commenting on his body/physicality

[roziesmiles]

you know, you’re right. Henry himself has even discussed his own experience with body dysmorphia. I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about someone in that way. There’s plenty of perfectly valid reasons to have criticism for The Witcher that don’t involve ANYONE’S weight or looks. Be kind first and if you hate it that much then you can always do like I plan to and that’s simply not watch it. 🤷‍♀️

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[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

just rewatched the first iron man movie and not to beat a dead horse but it's kinda mind blowing how much mcu quality has tanked since then (it's the ✨ contentification ✨)

I mean my goodness, it's a decently fast paced action movie and watching it still felt relaxing and refreshing because the shots lasted for more than 1.5 secs. Also the dialogue was subtle and very natural, the action was grounded, the color grading was crisp and purposeful and not overly saturated rainbow barf, and the one quippy character actually predominantly had moments of genuine seriousness or tension that were never undercut by cheap jokes (and the non quippy characters didn't just randomly start being quippy but actually stuck to their character traits)

It felt like watching a movie instead of an ad for upcoming mcu content

[roziesmiles]

all these reasons are why the first 2 Iron Man movies will be my favorites of the entire MCU. Although the monologue of IM3 was pretty deep and something I return to frequently. It was from a time when what was being film was purposeful and had a message. Marvel needs to return to that.

[98thegrease]

Henry Cavill: "I'm such a gentleman I stand up when women enter the room I know a lot of men don't do that but I do because I'm a gentleman ☝🏻😌"

Everyone else: ok but do you see women as equal to you? Did you stand up for Anya when she was being attacked by your racist fans? Or do you only stand up for women when you're fucking them (i.e that ig post about his racist girlfriend)? What were your thoughts on #metoo again? Did you stand up for your show runner when your sexist fans were attacking her for acting choices and script changes that you made?

[roziesmiles]

1st: he didn’t say anything about standing up when a woman comes in the room. Guy Ritchie did. He didn’t even really comment on that even as Guy was going on about it. His attitude more or less was oh I didn’t realize that was a big deal. So, you coming at him about it is a bit odd. He’s never outright said he’s whatever about that, other people have said that about him. Not a bullet against him you can load, but okay.

2nd: I keep seeing these “comments on the #metoo movement” get referenced around by women like you who only half read blurbs and make your decisions on it, but it has been proven that the person interviewing him took what he was saying out of context on purpose. Because she saw an opportunity to drive more traffic to her article and lo and behold it worked. Because it was a hot button issue and the internet runs with half truths and performative anger on topics that don’t actually directly affect them and they don’t actually care that much about for attention. Much like what you’re doing right now. So, for the ones like you that lack critical thinking skills, what the actual context was of what he was saying is he believes men should have to work for a woman’s attention. They shouldn’t be allowed to just hit on a girl and that be enough to get whatever he wants. He should have to put the work in, show up for her, be good to her, be a GENTLEMAN, be true to her, respect her, support her, etc. That he doesn’t agree with the new wave mindset of dating multiple people at a time and playing games. State your intentions and then follow through. Don’t be a douchebag. But where it got twisted was when what she asked him turned into a discussion of what that looks like and it came up that needing to do those things does mean consistency and some women aren’t used to that and might find it difficult to accept. And he acknowledged that in todays world it can be scary for some men to be accused of being predators when they’re not trying to be, sure, but that it doesn’t take away that it’s the right thing to do. So, essentially, what YOU are saying by stating all you did is that you prefer to not be respected because that’s what you think equality is. Cool. I’m sure your dating life reflects that.

3rd: who is this everyone else you speak of? You and your fellow “you pig, don’t you dare open the door for me even when I’m carrying something heavy because that’s how I equate respect” feminists? Because, as a real feminist, that’s not feminism. That’s just being a stubborn, stupid ass. But guess what, in the world of equality you can be a stubborn, stupid ass and the actual rest of everyone else can laugh as you fail to open the door. ✌️

last: his career isn’t flopping. How is that? Because while the movies themselves aren’t doing awesome numbers, the discussion around his performances in the movies are almost all positive. 100/100 A list actors have plenty of stuff they’ve made that haven’t done fabulous. RDJ won an Oscar then released the sympathizer and that’s getting GOD AWFUL reviews and viewership. Or what about Doctor Dolittle? But yet no one thought he was flopping. And still don’t. So, no. You’re just a hater and fine. Be that way. But no one in the real world gives a shit about your opinion. And the tired argument over his girlfriend is just corny. But, then again, you think men trying to be respectful is corny, so I guess that tracks.

[buried-in-stardust]

Demonstrating some wushu skills

[eng by me]

[transmortifried]

[northisnotup]

[raccoongirlmusk]

[transfem-juice]

Unrelated but I've seen this version so many times that the original makes me feel the same way that I did the first time I saw the edit

[raccoongirlmusk]

What is that???!??!!

[shower-raccoon]

[raccoongirlmusk]

That is one of the funniest things I’ve seen today

[infernomicia]

And again, they don’t hold hands until they are going to be photographed. And how does a person go with a face like a thunder storm to all smiles, saying hello to the paps, posing with her bump and even looking back at cameras if they/she wants privacy? She is looking at the cameras. Searching them out even before she steps outside. Not looking at her partner. Not hiding behind him for privacy and protection. No private person behaves this way!

My opinion is mine. Don’t like it, move on. 👍🏾

[roziesmiles]

every time I’m out with my partner we don’t necessarily hold hands every single second, particularly when walking through doors. I doubt you do either, if you’re even in a relationship or have ever been based on this frankly absurd opinion. It’s like the bitching he wasn’t guarding her enough as they left the hotel to go home. Her hands were in her pockets and they were both carrying stuff. All you haters are literally LOOKING for something to be mad about and it’s still such a significant reach you may as well try to be slap boxing a California redwood.

and for the record, the narrative of them being private is one started by the media and perpetuated on this site. They’ve never actually said “we want privacy.” And that is a fact, go look it up. Go through every post and interview and neither of them have ever said that. Because it would be stupid to say because they ARE public figures. Now he has said leave her alone and if you can’t be supportive of them, then try at least practicing kindness for your own benefit; that’s true. But because of people like you inventing things about her and harassing her so much that you’ve all gone so far reality you’ve hit Saturn twice. And objectively as opposed to ACTUAL PR couples they rarely ever post anything at all let alone to specifically talk about each other. In 3+ years, he’s posted about her less than 10 times on his Instagram. So, some yeah, some would construe that as pretty freaking private. Because healthy normal couples aren’t needing to be constantly doing that and performing for people. It’s a sign of mental okayness to just exist, do your job, and go tf home.

but keep it up. You’re just making yourself look more delusional.

[roziesmiles]

Haters are hilarious. Now we’re going to try and say people being shy and guarded that have been bullied in the press across a GLOBAL SCALE and who are most likely somewhat traumatized over it (because literally what human alive wouldn’t be) is just too conservative to be a person. Girl. Sit your whole ass down. You sound corny as hell.🫶

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Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

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First like and this has already found its intended audience

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uh oh

[itsmyturnonthegender]

[peonylover2]

… just a thought.

When announcing a pregnancy in “real life” you, out of following the internet-real life etiquette, would post an instagram and/or Facebook ( depending on age/socially which app is being used as standard for life updates) a picture and caption announcing/thanking others (people in real life/on the internet if you are not the one who announced it by example ) for the good wishes. This is done as to give people the opportunity to say their good wishes. Because they may not live near or can keep in contact constantly ❤️ but would love to participate in keeping the good contact or wishing the best for a fellow human.

Now to the what do you say;

The right move is to ONLY mention the good things.

“ thank you all for the good wishes we are delighted and excited for our first baby”

Not

“ thank you THE ONES WHO WISHED US THE BEST AND TO THESE PEOPLE WHO DO NOT..” let me stop you there. Don’t mention the bad things.. even if it was the popular opinion from the public out of two.

But what you really would not do ( normal people , not actors if they use their social media for work only) post two/three videos that have nothing to do with the announcement.

Personal opinion:

If you really value your wife, friends and family, general public and your own so supposed “ gentleman behavior/ family man/ kind guy” act, it will be within range of your personality, to be expected, that the first thing you post after an announcement, IS AN OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT.

[roziesmiles]

Y’all need to make up your mind. You want him to be private (because how dare he not be regardless of the fact that he barely posts and rarely ever gets photographed unless it’s promo) and then you’re mad he isn’t being private. Haters are hilarious 🤣 the narrative changes so much because truth to you guys is a foreign concept.

[infernomicia]

@sing-for-theongreyjoy just because people don’t agree with you, or see something else, doesn’t give you the right to dig at them. They have an opinion and so do you, cool. But also, I used to be a runner on TV, and it’s impossible to be a work from home producer. Especially a VP. You have to be on set/location to ensure showrunners, studio heads are working with your production company to ensure your investment is met. Remotely being a top producing VP is not heard of; I’m using my experience here. Vertigo films in LA have all their producers on set. Miri Yoon is the top TV producer of them and she is on set and at events for months. They were all at a retreat recently - All of Vertigo Producers (I say LA because there is a U.K. different one) why wasn’t she there? As a top VP, she would be. I’m confused here, she can attend events and premieres and go sit in hotels for her partners things, but she can’t go to a company retreat that she’s a top producer of? Also she has friends in Korea, London and New York?

[roziesmiles]

I used to work in Hollywood too. Not one time did I ever see a VP on a set. Not once. Producers yes, but the low levels to mid range. VPs call in all the time, yes. But VPs are out getting money for other projects to advance the Company forward. People seem to think Hollywood work’s differently than a standard corporate office structure and it doesn’t. VPs do travel a lot and hobnob and network and generally are not concerned with whether the actor gets to set on time and that level of BS. They only care when it starts effecting the bottom line. You know, like how regular offices work. Is a VP standing over your shoulder watching you type a report? No. So, I’m sorry, but I find it unlikely you actually know what you’re talking about.

Second, I would bet she does work at the London branch as she lives in London with Henry. Warhammer is set up through London, etc it just makes sense.

third, she may have friends all over but that’s not why she would be doing traveling with him. It’s for exposure to the projects she’s got working, especially Warhammer. The company would see that as her actually doing her job by getting around other investors and actors and networking. Doing her job. And what a VP would be doing.

you can have your opinion, but the fact is your opinion is incorrect or at least off base.