This has been said before by people better at articulating their opinions than me, but the bad reception Black Widow got from male MCU fans is about so much more than just the simple concept that it's a superhero movie starring a woman, but the fact that it's so clearly a film by women for women. It's in all the little things, like all the amazing braids sported by the female characters instead of having them constantly fight with their hair down, Yelena and Natasha being excited about the vest and all its pockets, zero sexualisation of any of the Widows, the forced hysterectomy being discussed matter-of-factly, and the women getting to wear minimal to no make-up in settings where that makes sense. But it's also in the big things, like the story centred around the epidemic of girls being subjected to human trafficking with a theme of reclaiming your anatomy and freeing other female victims, both others’ and your own.
Obviously this doesn't mean that every single woman on earth is automatically gonna identify with and like the movie, that's an impossible achievement. But it is a movie that's so much more than pandering, and these geeks are just completely incapable of inserting themselves into a point of view different from their own.
shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡
did you know that umm sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated if i would feel better just lightly sedated the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it i'm on fire and i'm trying not to show it as it picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down a hundred times a day it picks me puts me down chews me up spits me out picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far because its all in my head your too sensitive they said i said okay but lets discuss this at the hospital it picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down a hundred times a day it picks me puts me down chews me up spits me out picks me up puts me down but i hear the music i feel the beat and for a moment when i'm dancing i'm free i hear the music i feel the beat and for a moment when i'm dancing i'm free i'm free is this how it is? is this how its always been? to exist in the face of suffering and death and somehow still keep singing oh like christ up on a cross who died for us who died for what? oh dont you wanna call it off? but theres nothing else that i know how to do but to open up my arms and give it all to you because i hear the music i feel the beat and for a moment when i'm dancing i'm free i'm free i'm free i'm free
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Catherine O'Hara was one of the funniest actresses of her generation, maybe of all time. She made generations laugh from SCTV to Home Alone to Best in Show to Schitt's Creek, there was no one like her. She will be so dearly missed.
I wanna call you on the telephone I made a thousand people love me Now I'm all alone And my resolve is sinking like a stone What would I even say I guess it's something that just never goes away A crowd of thousands came to see me And you couldn't reply for three days Cos I'm stupid and I'm damaged and you're a disaster When you walk into the room Oh none of it matters Oh baby I just buckle My resolution in tatters Cos I know it won't work but make it ache, make it hurt Keep me a secret Choose someone else I'm still hanging off the buckle on your belt The buckle on your belt The buckle on your belt The buckle on your belt And you close the door and leave me screaming on the floor Oh baby I just buckle I can't take it anymore I let you walk all over me honey You make me think my therapy is a waste of money Drinking it down Haunting your city Falling for anyone awful who tells me I'm pretty I blocked your number but you didn't notice Oh god I thought I was too old for this I should be over it I'm much too old for this But I'm not over it Cos I'm stupid and I'm damaged and you're a disaster When you walk into the room Oh none of it matters Oh baby I just buckle My resolution in tatters Cos I know it won't work but make it ache, make it hurt I'm not better than this, show me what I'm worth Keep me a secret Choose someone else I'll still be here, hanging off I'm hanging off the buckle on your belt Buckle on your belt Buckle on your belt Buckle on your belt
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
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My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
As much as i love and adore taivan i am just a little bit looking forward to watching how their character arcs develop when they’re separated from each other. Like on the one hand i’m already mourning their relationship but i also REALLY need scenes of them where they aren’t attached at the hip
Also i have this sneaking suspicion that tai is gonna become a huge fan favorite this season bc we’ll finally see her as a character outside of van. And people will like suddenly wake up to how she’s cool as shit and i’m gonna have to deal with the people claiming they loved her since season 1 like i haven’t consistently seen people rank her below literal extras because she’s “bitchy”
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