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This article fucked me up and I think everyone should read it

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Marvel? Is that a heart? Poolverine confirmed!? The official figure is fiiiiiire! 🤭🔥

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I think Kurt should have been in Deadpool and Wolverine because he is wolverines og bff and boyfriend. And also one of the best and most iconic X-men. But we all know he wasn’t in the movie because his sheer cuntiness would take away from Deadpool’s quips and dp and wolvies dynamic🤷

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Various species of bats covered in dew during hibernation

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Count Crowley: Mediocre Midnight Monster Hunter #4 by David Dastmalchian, Lukas Ketner and Lauren Affe. Main cover by Ketner. Variant cover by Tyler Crook. Out in February 2024.

"The vengeful spirit of a Halloween tragedy terrorizes the children of Beloit but before Jerri can learn how to bust this ghost, she'll have to face off with a vampire more powerful than anything she's faced. As the stakes increase, all nefarious roads seem to lead to Kansas City, where a provocative lab of re-animated corpses have been used for some unsavory business. The body count rises, the spirits are conjured and something unspeakable will befall one of Jerri's most important allies."

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打鐵花 (da2tie3hua1; struck iron fireworks) is a traditional folk firework that began in Henan and Shanxi, first arising in Queshan county, Henan and later circulating through the whole country. It had first appeared during the Northern Song dynasty, and was most popular during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

For Queshan struck iron fireworks, a two-layer pergola is built and covered with willow branches for performances, under which the molten iron is struck up with two willow sticks to create a rain of fire.

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(On top of the information in the video, I have some more about its recent history under the cut.)

*Also, a note about one of the subtitles: I realized later that "going into battle without a shield" actually just meant going shirtless. I was only confused about this phrasing while translating because she didn't go shirtless, although that is for obvious reasons

Queshan struck iron fireworks had almost been lost before Yang Jianjun unearthed it again in 1988. It had almost died out in the early years of the Republic of China being established, after which there had only been three performances until 1988: 1952, 1956, 1962. Yang Jianjun had seen the 1956 performance as a 7-8 year old and later on as the director of a cultural centre, began digging up the skill and its history. In the process, he became an apprentice to Li Wanfa, who had been the last head of the Queshan Struck Iron Fireworks Society. He practised with sand and water, learning of its historical origin, its ancestral inheritors, craftsmanship and performance arts, but didn't touch the real thing until 1988. Through Yang Jianjun's efforts and investment, the first struck iron fireworks performance in more than 25 years took place in Nanshan Square (then a deserted area) in Queshan county.

Queshan struck iron fireworks are different from other struck iron fireworks in that it requires a wide area to perform, whereas others only needed a wall or could be hit straight up into the air, and it costed much more money to set up.

The names of inheritors are difficult to trace, and can only be traced back to the Qing dynasty during the Qian long period, making Yang Jianjun a sixth-generation inheritor, and Jiang Xunqian (OP) the first woman and a seventh-generation inheritor.

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Fellowship - Sound Haven by Calder Moore

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Y’all I genuinely urge you to stay up to date with world politics.

In my country, Venezuela, elections have just been held and the blatant disrespect that the so called government have for their people is astonishing.

How can they claim that Nicolas Maduro, one of the most hated dictators of our time, won 51%/5+ million votes?

How is it possible that he won when the voting panels have been updating every hour how Edmundo Gonzalez (the opposing candidate) has been winning by TRIPLE the vote?

How is it possible that most of the 7.3 million Venezuelan immigrants can’t vote and have no say in what goes on the country that gave them life?

How is it possible that Venezuelans have to fear for their life in voting stations because the military are set there to prevent them from voting?

How is it possible that the pig that’s called president is currently celebrating his “well-earned” victory?

Countries like Chile and Peru are already making statements that they will not recognize the results given by the CNE (the Venezuelan electoral system)

FREAKING ELON MUSK IS MAKING TWEETS REGARDING THE SITUATION

I think it’s sickening how all people can do is talk about it and not do a single thing about it, especially because as a society we try to condemn any harm to human rights just like how we did Russia, who by the way, is one of the dictatorships biggest supporters.

VENEZUELA HAS BEEN FACING AN HUMANITARIAN CRISIS!!!!

People have been facing literal hell since the late 90s and people in power DO. NOT. CARE.

Educate yourself, educate others, and most importantly TALK ABOUT IT, because I’m certain we’re not the first or the last country to go through this.

This is as much as I’ll say.

I hope they all rot in hell.

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why did he say this

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2.5k Event Request - Mad Hatter x GN!Reader word count: 760 a/n: urgh poor little jervis, will he ever make batman his alice? will he ever not be held apart from the other rogues in the gcpd? find out... not in here, this is just a little luffy piece where his sadness is cured by a hug cw: angst, fluff 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

“Oh dear, another one lost. Another attempt failed. I try and I try, and there’s nothing but loss.”

You could hear Jervis’ pitiful tone as you walked down the corridor, mumbled words, some unintelligible, some nonsensical, all of them coated in despair and sadness. It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught, but it was the first time since you’d been under his employ, and as you made your way through the GCPD, you wondered if you could bear to do it again. He sounded so sad, so downtrodden. You were far more used to him excited and energetic, focused on his work and enthusiastically optimistic about his plans.

Now, as you approached the cell he was being held in, you braced yourself, aware that he would be sensitive, almost a different person, and you would have to be gentle, delicate when speaking to him.

And then you were there, turning a corner and seeing him, forlorn and sorrowful, sitting on the bench in the cell. Caught once more by Batman after another of his attempts to make him his Alice. You wondered why it was always him. Jervis had mentioned his reasons in passing, and you’d gleaned that it was something about his kindness. You imagined it was his care for the citizens of Gotham. After all, to Jervis, goodness was what Jervis cherished most in this world in other people.

As much as you enjoyed that about him, it had bothered you that he hadn’t noticed that same kindness in you. Despite how much of it you offered to him. In fact, you reserved it for him most of the time. It was easy to care for him deeply, even easier to feel like you had to protect him, had to encourage him. He needed it so badly. And now, you were here to offer it to him again, in one of his lower moments.

Stepping into the cell with Jervis, you watched as the guard closed the door again after you, locking you in there with your duties. You approached Jervis slowly, feeling a pang in your heart as he looked to you, scared at first, the fear melting away when he realised it was only you. And then his eyes watered began to water again, and he cast them to the floor as you spoke.

“Jervis, it’ll be ok.”

Without looking up at you, he went into a small tantrum, his hands being thrown out to the side to punctuate his words, emphatic in his insistence that it would not be ok.

“Your words don’t mean anything in the face of the evidence! It is not fine, it is not ok. It never is. Never. Not for me. Not for my work. It’s not ok and it’s not going to be, either.”

Undeterred, aware that you were the one tenuous link to reality and optimism he had left, you continued, pushing past his hysterics and putting on the most comforting tone you could in the face of your own nerves.

“Maybe… maybe, Jervis, you’re just looking for the wrong thing… or the wrong person?”

“I can assure you that I am not.”

Heartbroken, you sat down next to him anyway, content to just be there for him. He was worth your kindness regardless.

In a move you were surprised by yourself, you put your arm around him, moving the other one to pull him into you until you were wrapped around his body, hugging him. The first hug you’d shared with him, the first physical affection between you both ever, in fact. And he was accepting it.

Not wanting to push things, or to overstep any boundaries in your professional relationship, you decided to end the embrace, standing up and smoothing down your shirt as you cleared your throat.

“I have to go… I need to speak to the lawyer now. But I’ll be back. And it will be ok, Jervis. You have to believe that.”

Despite sharing that moment with him, you could still feel your heart low in your chest, disappointed that the sweetness had been soured by his previous assertion that he did know the right person he was looking for. It saddened you, but you needed to stay strong, if only for him.

You were unaware, however, that Jervis was watching you go, eyes wide with wonder as his belief in you rose, and he realised that there was perhaps a chance that he was wrong after all. So he bid you farewell, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear it, but unintentionally so.

“Goodbye, Alice.”

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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

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Do you have time to talk about labor hero and community leader Chilchuck.

Can we talk about how his employers planned for him to die in an expedition and his takeaway was "shit I have to make sure that doesn't happen to any other half-foot".

How he is portrayed by others as greedy and selfish because of his union (a common way of villainizing unionization), but really it's because he knows how shitty adventurers are to his people and wants to keep them safe (also making money is not a crime, he's got to live damnit).

How later in the manga he realizes that many half-foots will struggle financially and go hungry so he wants to do something about it even thought he just went through a lot of insane shit and probably just wants to see his wife and kids.

How despite the snark and grumpiness you can easily see how he raised three girls in how he tries to talk to Izutsumi and takes care of Marcille's hair for her.

He's a sardonic little bastard but also a genuinely caring guy that wants to help his community thrive.

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😭本来是打算做制品的图 都发了吧 唉！！

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