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@fatedbedlam. ( starter call ).
It’s GROTESQUE, the scene they’ve created. But a part of her is pleased, strangely so, by it. She hadn’t intended for it to get this way, she had had her plans of course. Though, he seemed more amused with taking it all rather further than she had accounted for. Irene isn’t upset by the turn of events. How could she be? When she was just as eager to join him in this.
“I did say that surprises were best, darling.”
sorry for adding to your burden on this topic, i just like the way you word stuff and thought to just add my unnecessary two cents. i just wish people would stop excusing the problematic aspects of any media, and think more like human beings in a community rather than independent people all the time. by yeah, i hope you don't have to deal with this shit for any more time.
No it is much appreciated, I’m glad to know I’m not as alone in this as I thought because the unthinking support for this has been drowning out anything else and it’s honestly been scary
glad you pointed out the double standards,a poc would be crucified for any age gap due to their being thought as barbaric due to religion, state of country or living style. but in cases of white people its eased into a definition of enlightenment for the younger party. i am iffy with cmbyn on the fact that it so easily allowed for no critical thinking & an age gap. this movie can have unintended consequences that people need to be ready for, rather than blindly arguing in favor.
There really has been NO critical thinking from its fans they can see such an age gap and they’re defending it to the end of the earth. I’ve seen maybe two or three fans say that it’s a bit of a grey area, that it’s “not ideal” and outside that they say the age difference poses no problems not even minor ones
fatedbedlam respondeu a sua foto: The audiobook has been delayed to October 03.
its like they want everything close to the movie date and its just like gross.
Amazon stated that "the audio publisher has moved the release date". So yeah, they most likely want to ride the wave of nominations and attention the film will get (and they're not wrong, of course) but still.
[oc] what is michonne afraid of ? what does she love?
—what is michonne afraid of?
if asked she would think the appropriate answer should be death—she should fear it considering how interwoven it is into her existence. she should fear death seeing how it lingered around every aspect of her life but she had grown familiar with death. it’s lingering presence now the norm, it’s threats dull as it becomes an accepted fact. she holds it’s gaze when it stares her in the face knowing both knowing that their time to join will come soon enough. in the meantime they have learned to live with another, coexisting as they must. so instead of death she is afraid of life—the burden of living.
she fears that chaos is all that her life will be. she is afraid that despite her strong hands trying to hold things together, all that she has grown to cherish, to love, will be taken from her. she feels this most for rick, carl and judith if one were to be taken from her she is uncertain of how she would cope because she has finally found herself with something to lost—a family.
she is fears who was she was on the outside and knowing that being still lays trapped within her chest, poisoning her blood. she is keenly aware that the dirt and blood beneath her nails can never be scrubbed clean, that her very soul was worn and callous. she is afraid that darkness will pour out of her one day—breaking fear from its rib cage prison and will not be able to be caged again.
—what does she love?
she loves her family—the group. she doesn’t communicate this explicitly, subconsciously afraid to communicate and make things too real but if looking at her actions it is obvious: she loves the group—community & what it represents.
@fatedbedlam
his jaw clenched, the muscle bouncing. his teeth strain as he bite down on every words he’s ever wanted to say. his tongue slid against the abrasive top of his mouth & he thought about sandpaper—wondering if he can grind his tongue into dust & never speak again. he looked ahead, his fingers curled against the fabric of the couch.
you’d think at some point he’d learn how to be comfort but he hadn’t. his stomach still lurched forward & his muscles always remained tense but at least those reactions had slight more cause since he had come here without notice. lucian probably saw it as some progress & maybe it was: just in what direction?
he waited to be touched, for luican to reach out in some way. he never asked for it but that’s what he wanted. he closed his eyes, trying to breath evenly. he pushed his hand out further, closer to lucian’s just so that their fingers touched. his skin was on fire but he had to. he had to force himself to burrow deeper into lucian—otherwise how could he ever develop that infinity towards him that he had for adam?
adam.
he fought the frown that triggered to tug at his lips. he curled his fingers & held onto lucian’s hand: a thing he never did before.
❝—lucian
@fatedbedlam
❝—the fuck you do that for? the fuck—why did you help me?
confusion clouded his senses but adrenaline hummed in his veins. his brows furrowed, forming the familiar crease that usually adnored his face whenever in the older man's company. his lips parted as he heaved from exertion, chest raising & following from shallow breaths.
shit that was a close call. too close.
he stared at lucian, his eyes shifting and searching in his for some alternate motive—cause there was always one embedded in the brown of those eyes. he wasn't used to assistance—he had learned to help himself, to rely solely on himself & yet. this changed nothing—lucian was still worse than dog shit on his shoes & yet, he allowed the hand to touch his cheek. maybe it was the adrenaline but he didn't flinch away, he just stared at lucian. searing for those hidden answers.
❝—why?
