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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) + Joe Wright’s DVD Commentary
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hey guys who wants to see a christmas decoration someone in my area put up
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worst relationship status to have w someone is “objectively they’re a fine person who is nice but i don’t enjoy their company as much as they enjoy mine”
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i really want to normalise the idea amongst lgbt youth that its okay to switch labels as you further understand your identity. you’re not a traitor or a fake if you realise you’re bi instead of a lesbian, or if you’re a trans woman instead of a gay man. it’s really difficult and scary to be lgbt and it’s doubly hard to deal with a shifting identity amongst all that so… be kind to yourself. you’re learning and figuring yourself out and nothing is set in stone. let yourself figure out what feels most comfortable to you. and for those who are secure in their lgbt identities, particularly adults, don’t make kids feel bad for switching between labels. we’ve all had identity crises in our lives, so provide support and understanding rather than unforgiving attitudes.
this post is not an excuse to jump on the “of course you can’t label yourself at a young age” bandwagon either. young people who stick with and feel comfortable in an identity from an early age are just as valid as you are.
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god gives his most specific, hard to explain genders to his strongest dykes
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It’s so funny to imagine Wicked from the perspective of one of the normal students at Shiz. There’s this girl and she’s weird and an overachieving nerd and no one likes her, but then the popular girl becomes best friends with her overnight so you guess she’s chill now. They might be sleeping together but no one’s really sure. They’re also low key dating the same guy but you’re not clear on if it’s a polycule situation or a love triangle. Whatever. You’re just trying to study for finals. Your history teacher gets arrested and no explains why. You just hope this won’t effect your grade in the class. The weird nerdy girl gets a letter from the president inviting her to come see him. Wow, that’s exciting. She and her maybe-girlfriend go off to the capitol and you go back to homework and dorm room parties. One day later one of your professors is on the national radio saying that the weird nerdy girl, who used to be her favorite student, is now a terrorist, has stolen the nuclear codes, and is on the run from the government. You are still expected to show up to class tomorrow.
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Physical affection with Jinx
H E A D C A N O N S
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Jinx x fem!reader
cw: mentions of nsfw, hallucinations
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Jinx is such a touch-starved girl.
She doesn’t shy away from physical contact, but paradoxically, it can catch her off-guard if she’s not the one initiating it—blame it on her childhood.
As you get to know her, start off gently with some light taps that get her attention.
She’ll often nudge your shoulder, drag her nails across your arm or leg as you’re talking, doodle on your skin, or simply grab your hand as she’s excitedly leading you somewhere.
Jinx is just so curious as to how you’d react, testing the waters.
But once you gain her trust, her innocent touches turn into proper hugs. And I don’t mean duvet-like embraces that let you breathe, but cocoon ones where you can feel every ounce of her as she holds you tightly.
This is the moment you realize she’s now afraid of losing you.
Those hugs come unexpectedly, like a predator pouncing on its prey, and you often stumble from her sheer force.
She’s definitely a waist/torso hugger, and believe it or not, it’s not because of her height but because she genuinely feels safer that way.
Shoulder hugs are traps, so be prepared for a paint bomb to find itself attached to your back.
She will be impressed if you can throw her over your shoulder.
Loves piggyback rides.
Pinky promises. It’s a childish gesture but one that holds enormous significance to her. She would link her finger with yours with those wide, innocent eyes. No take-backs.
– “You know that’s legally binding, right?”
If you’re her first kiss—which, let’s be honest, you probably are—her Jinx persona is nowhere to be found. It’s Powder now, and she’s so cautious as she closes the distance.
Her lips ghost over yours so lightly it almost tickles, but you let her take her time as she grapples with the newfound closeness. You don’t rush her, and when she finally kisses you, it’s slow and tentative. She wants to feel and analyze everything.
– “Was that good?”
As she gains confidence, she starts experimenting with the mix of sensations.
She’s attentive to your reactions, and she soon finds all of your sweet spots.
Will randomly kiss you, and it doesn’t matter where or when.
Forehead kisses, kisses on your neck, earlobes, stomach, hips, thighs… You name it. She adores every single one of them.
She’s the type to swap a piece of candy or gum through a kiss.
Jinx is all about PDA. She wants everyone to know you’re hers.
Hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys.
Unfortunately, when the wrong people figured out that you’re her partner, it did get you kidnapped once as a way to undermine Silco. Take Jinx’s favorite person away, and she becomes erratic, unfit to carry out his plans.
Heavy on ‘once’ because the hell she brought them was enough to terrify anyone else with the same strategy.
The number of explosions that day alerted Piltover itself.
Talking to Silco and/or Sevika? She’s holding your hand, slightly pushing you behind her in a protective manner. Neither of them approves of your relationship, they deem it a distraction.
Much to Silco’s dismay, she will drag you into most of their private meetings and fidgets with your fingers if she gets bored.
You’re ordering at the bar? She’s either behind you with her arms around your waist or next to you with her hand on your hip as she’s pulling you closer.
You’re on a mission together? There she is, fighting back-to-back with you so she knows you’re there, unharmed. If you’re separated, she can’t concentrate properly anymore, and she keeps seeking you out in between firing her gun. She’s prioritizing your safety over anything else, which has gotten her injured quite a few times.
She insists that she can patch up her wounds herself, but once you see that goddamn stapler approaching a gash, you’re frantically snatching it away from her hands.
You tend to her injuries in such a caring and gentle way that it brings tears to her eyes.
At first, you’re worried you went too deep with the needle as you were stitching her cuts.
– “What’s wrong? Did that hurt? I’m so sorry–”
– “No one has ever done that for me before.”
Whenever the roles are reversed, and you’re the injured one, she’s in a frenzy. She’s muttering to herself as she grabs the first aid kit.
Stern face and furrowed brows, but despite it all, she tries to be delicate—‘tries’ because the voices are making her movements jerky.
– “Are you crazy?! What were you thinking? No, no, she wasn’t thinking at all…”
She will absolutely kiss your wound better afterward.
Cuddle time on her couch after a long day.
She loves it when you sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style to lay her down.
She likes to be the little spoon but face toward you because your scent and the sound of your heartbeat calm her down.
Occasionally, she’ll be the big spoon to switch it up and make you feel secure, too.
Your presence helps with her night terrors, and she sleeps more often with you around.
But you always wake up with her hair in your mouth, her elbow on your face, and covers on the ground, and she’s snoring—occasionally drooling—in a starfish position.
– “Where the fuck did your pillow go?”
Morning kisses!!!
Morning sex.
Showering and taking baths together.
Hygiene isn’t a big thing in Zaun (shocker), so when you have time to get clean, you do it together. Washing each other’s hair, trying to get all the grime—and occasionally blood—out.
It’s a tender moment that turns entertaining—or sexual—rather quickly.
You’re washing off, and you turn around to see Jinx with a bubble beard, her face completely stoic. She starts pretending to be a Piltovan man as you’re laughing.
Or she’ll come up behind you and press her soapy body to yours as her fingers dip inside you.
Physical affection while she’s working on a project can go two ways:
When she’s confident in her work: She loves having you close, whether it’s by having you sit on her lap and vice versa or grabbing your hands for an impromptu dance break when she’s feeling her playlist. She’s babbling about her ideas and designs, explaining each step as you play with her braids.
When she’s experimenting: Do not come close or she’ll scream. She’ll be too scared to have you near in case she messes up an equation and causes an explosion. She will actually make you go elsewhere as a precaution. But she’ll be more than happy to show you her progress after!
You love painting each other’s nails, but she often chips hers.
She straddles you as she does your makeup and vice versa.
Will use her own saliva to clean up any messes.
Jinx absolutely adores trying out new looks on you, and she treats you like her human canvas.
Not only with makeup but with markers and paint, too.
She will draw out tattoo ideas and judge each placement.
Speaking of tattoos, you constantly trace hers with a light touch that sends shivers down her spine.
Brushing and playing with each other’s hair. She actually melts in your hands once you take her braids out and start massaging her scalp.
Will bite your arm out of excitement. The urge to chomp is just too great.
You comfort her differently depending on how bad her episode gets:
You either hold her impossibly close, hiding her face in your chest as you stroke her hair and start humming or talking about something she loves to ground her.
If she gets to a point where you can’t even approach without her backing away—or worse, getting violent—you dim every bright light and reduce any other stimuli. You don’t call her by her name—neither Jinx nor Powder—as both can trigger her even more. She will use some of her bombs to try and muffle the voices with the sounds of explosions, but you do hide any other weapons. You don’t talk too much or too loudly to not confuse her even more. Once she’s calm enough, it’s back to scenario number 1.
You’re both crying by the time her episode ends.
– “Please… Tell me you’re real.”
Jinx is so in tune with your emotions, and contrary to popular belief, she’s very empathetic.
She notices any tone or mood changes immediately.
If you’re mad at something or someone, she’ll be mad with you, if not even madder. You have her unconditional support because her trinket can do no wrong. She’s tracing her nails down your back or stroking your thigh as you’re rambling.
– “And then Sevika called me incompetent. Can you fucking believe it? How was I supposed to know that they put the shimmer there?!”
– “Sevika’s a bitch. That barrel was totally in your way.”
If you’re mad at her, she’ll spiral. You want to leave to cool down? Nuh-uh. She’s holding you so tightly, shaking like a leaf, that it makes your anger dissipate.
– “Don’t leave me, toots. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.”
If you’re sad or crying, she cups your face in her hands and makes you look at her as she praises you. She wipes every tear away. This is also the only other time she will reach for a hug over your shoulders/around your neck—no paint bombs included. She just wants to cradle your head and soothe you.
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Was watching the last picture show and I couldn’t remember why Jacy (Cybil Shepherd) looked so far
So I went on tumblr searches the movie and she’s from GONCHAROV she’s katya!
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I enjoy Isha being the Vanco baby as well as being a separate entity.
Like, Jinx and Ekko appearing at the last drop with a kid:
"We need help"
Specially if Isha is super clingy with Jinx. Besides friendship trio between baby Vanco, Naph and Isha sounds amazing ♥️
Exactly!
I have this idea of Jinx just showing up to dinner one day with Isha acting like this is totally normal while everyone else in the family is like "uhhh?". They ask here who this small child is and she's just super dismissive like "Oh she's my kid - name's Isha" and only eleborates when pressed and even then the elaboration doesn't seem to actually add much to the story. But also picking up orphans is pretty common in Zaun so everyone very quickly just gets used to the new family addition once they've established that she hasn't like kidnapped someone else's kid.
Ekko and Jinx are still in the early days of their relationship when she gets Isha. The more joking version of events is that Jinx went to him first and went "Give me a baby!" and he, very reasonably, went "no" and then a week later she shows up with Isha. On the other hand I like the idea that there was no prior plan to it she found Isha and decided to adopt her in the moment. The point is though Ekko at first is probably closer to an uncle to Isha with Jinx as her primary parent but as the Ekko/Jinx relationship becomes less teenagers-dating and more yes-this-is-the-one he ends up Isha's dad.
Isha probably ends up a bit of a ringleader of the three. Just because she's probably the boldest (again Jinx is her parent) but I do also think is the most clingy to her parent.
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One of my favorite things about Arcane season 2 is that it is embodying not just cycles of violence but also has an example of cycles of mercy
Powder is not abandoned
Jinx does not abandon
It is not just how violence begets violence, one side of the coin, but the opposite as well, mercy begetting mercy--and it's sourced from the exact same character no less
This really is the Show of Duality of all time
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favourite character: elizabeth swann ↳ pirates of the caribbean trilogy
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I hope there is a universe in which there are all of them alive and happy.....
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not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.
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I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.
Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.
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