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We approached them with nothing but RESPECT. Superman was so sweet and willing. The bald headed bitch on the left had the craziest attitude. And he was grasping onto Kal like someone was trying to snatch him. Girl relax. And bitch you're not even fitted. Like yk your new tech just came out, you're trending, you were just in the Pocket Universe. Don't walk around Metropolis looking this crazy. Suit buttoned to the TOP and that stupid ass briefcase. What's going on? Idk is he coked out or what ????

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hey so what the fuck was this about

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I love how "Sinners" didn't villify the sinners in the movie. Sammie's father told him that playing music for "drunkards and philanderers who abandon their family responbilities to sweat all over each other" was a sin. And he was right about the kind of people going to the juke joint: Delta Slim is an alcoholic, and Pearline a cheater. It would have been easy to villify them, but the movie tells us that despite their flaws, they are humans worthy of love, respect and freedom.

Delta Slim drinks because he's traumatized by the horrors Black people of his time face. And he's kind and compassionate, encouraging and reassuring Sammie, and sacrificing himself to save everyone else.

Pearline literally saved Sammie's life and sacrificed herself to protect him, a boy she had only known for a day. It shows her kindness because she could have easily stayed back when Remmick tried to bite Sammy and not endangered her life more than necessary.

The movie shows us that preachers blindly condemning those sinners are wrong: Sammie is only alive because drunkards, philanderers and gangsters (Smoke) gave their lives to protect him. They are people, with flaws and qualities.

I love how nuanced the movie is: Sammie's father is not wrong about the kind of people Sammie wants to associate with and their potential bad influence, but he's wrong about them being evil and not deserving of respect.

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This

sinners: how real stories of irish and choctaw oppression inform the film

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I miss my El 🫐

Snapchat Memories and Dead People | The Avengers

Hey my lovelies. As per usual, I can only write when I'm in crises.

Today I woke up and was assaulted by Snapchat with a video of someone I miss laughing; someone whom I know I will never hear laugh again. I think I've watched the video about a hundred times. It's the stupidest fucking video. But the laugh isn't stupid. It's just heartbreaking and fleeting— like the video— and it feels like when the snap memory disappears then he will too and I needed to do something with my thoughts to keep from feeling like I'm going to disappear too.

I hate Snapchat, and I hate missing him, and I hate death, and I hope you all like this piece.

Synopsis: Peter with a camera is either the best or worst thing to ever happen //OR// Snapchat is run by the devil himself

Characters: Peter Parker, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (mentioned: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Vision, Steve Rogers)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death (nothing graphic), general spoilers of the movies (duh), feelings

Word count: 1.1k

They’re Avengers.

They’re the toughest of the tough.

They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes.

And they’re all huddled around Peter Parker— a teenager, sixteen, just barely an Avenger himself— because he’s the one with a Snapchat and so he’s the one with the video of Tony laughing.

It’s nothing professional— just a flimsily shot picture much too zoomed in and shaking in Peter’s unsteady hands— but he’s there and somehow his laugh is so clear that it’s like it’s coming from right next to them. It’s like Tony’s there too, laughing once more over whatever it is Rhodey had said. They can’t remember anymore— not even Rhodey himself. But they— Earth’s mightiest heroes— are all sure for one long moment that if they turn around then they’ll see Tony, death be damned.

So they don’t turn around— because death be damned or not they don’t want him to leave again.

“That laugh used to drive me mental in the labs. Could never think when he was around.” Bruce doesn’t finish his thought— now he can’t even go back in to get his research because it’s too quiet.

“It was even worse in the air. I’ve never heard another person laugh while getting nuked at.” Rhodey adds. He leaves out the part where he hasn’t flown since he died because he’s afraid of the silence.

Everyone else just hums because the video has restarted and Tony’s laugh is like a command— listen to me while you still can.

They do. For once, they do.

After the fifth loop, Rhodey breaks the reverence. “You got anymore videos, kid?”

Peter does. Peter has a lot of them.

The next video is worse— it’s better. They’re not sure what it is but it’s Clint who talks first this time. After all, it's only fitting when it’s his best friend on the screen this time.

“Kid is that—” he can’t even finish his thought— he doesn’t think he ever had one.

His eyes are locked on the flashes of red hair that twirl and twirl and twirl across the screen. It’s like flames lapping at the camera, so close that Clint takes a breath that is echoed through every other person next to him. He feels like he’s going to get burned— he feels like he’s dead too. Dead people can’t be burned, though, and his entire body is definitely on fire. How the Parker boy had managed to capture one of the rare moments of Natasha dancing he has no idea but he’s never been more willing to pay a teenager for his phone.

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice is airy, not quite as rough as Clint’s, still lost all the same. “This was at the movie marathon we had last summer. Well— five summers ago, I guess.”

No one answers when he trails off. They’re all too busy thinking about time. Too busy thinking about death. They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes and not even they can stop either of the two. They all may as well be sixteen too because that’s how they feel. Scared and tired and sixteen.

Peter— scared and tired and actually sixteen— swipes to the next video.

“So the woman turns the turkey into a cat and the audience laughs? That is funny?”

Wanda flinches so hard that she bumps into Sam. The soldier doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t either. Usually she would apologize but not today. She can’t find it in herself to say sorry these days, not when he’s alive and Vis isn’t. It has nothing to do with Sam— nothing to do with her— everything to do with how little she cares about the minor inconveniences of life when all she’s done is obsess over the major inconvenience of death.

“Yes, essentially. It’s easier if you don’t think about it.” Wanda mouths over her own words as they come— she remembers that day vividly.

It’s all she thinks about sometimes.

“What shall I do instead?”

By this point her heart has stopped— the only thing keeping her upright is the love of her life captured on the tiny screen of Peter’s Iphone. She didn’t even hear him taking the video when it happened. She had been too engrossed in Bewitched and in the man next to her. Some people have tried to tell her that he wasn’t a man but the facts are there. The facts being death. He’s dead and only living things can die so he was alive and he was a man and—

Holy shit why is she thinking about this right now!

“Laugh, Vis. You should laugh!”

Wanda walks away. She runs away. Because it doesn’t take being a witch or woman or alive to remember what’s coming next and she doesn’t think she can handle hearing him laugh. She can’t decide if this is an inconvenience of life or of death— or if she’s just a coward. Someone will hear Vis laugh today but it won’t be her.

Peter swipes again and this time it’s not a video.

It’s a picture.

It’s Bucky Barnes. But Bucky Barnes isn’t dead. He should be. By all means Bucky Barnes should be dead. As dead as his best friend, Steve Rogers, is. But he’s not— clearly. A lot of things that should be, aren’t, though. Like how if Peter had only held his thumb down longer then Bucky could have heard Steve tell him it’ll be alright again. It should be a video.

But it’s not a video— it’s a picture, one of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers with a timestamp of two months ago sitting in the top corner. They’re hugging and if Bucky squints he can see Bruce in the background. Even if he couldn’t see Bruce he would know that moment anywhere. He will always remember the day Steve left, and then came back, and then died. Well, no, he died a few weeks later. But he may as well have died that day.

Bucky didn’t die that day either but he feels like he did so he may as well have too. He may as well be back in Austria with how little he still understands of the world and of Steve Rogers. And of photographs that should be videos. He’s one hundred and six, in a thirty year old body, but no better than a sixteen year old with an okay camera and quiet footsteps.

It’s not Peter’s fault, though, so he pats his shoulders with a huff. “Good shot, kid.”

Maybe it’s better it wasn’t a video anyway, because no matter how many times he hears it he knows that it won’t be alright.

Lies are still lies when they’re told by Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Death is still death— death is still unstoppable— when it comes to the toughest of the tough.

And even the Avengers get Snapchat memories at the worst possible time.

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My little brother has been dead an entire year and I hate that and there’s nothing more I can say about it

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I am on tumblr, though mainly as a lurker these days!

Thank you for your kind words— they mean a great deal more to me than I can articulate ✨

This is for the ao3 writer dizzydancingdreamer, I'm not sure if they're on tumblr but I would still like to submit this if that's possible?

I found this story of theirs, 'Steve Rogers, The Man On Fire', and I really related to their Steve. I loved the pure rage and love in the way I too sometimes feel like that, like the world doesn't deserve us. It made me smile to see that I'm not alone. I especially love how they wrote that complicated ball of emotions because it it is really difficult to write stuff that complicated and write it well but they did such an amazing job. Steve is also so in-character and it is just really well writtem. I am just in awe of how well made this story is and I will probably always carry this story with me.

@dizzydancingdreamer You have a candygram! 🍬

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I never come on here anymore but it’s still my diary in a sense, so I will not feel regret in trauma dumping. I have too many other things to feel right now.

Today my little brother in heart passed away and I don’t know quite what to do with that. It’s not tangible, this feeling, but it’s so close to being so. But I can’t throw it or break it or anything else you might hope to do with something so nasty and so real. I feel like I got robbed— death is this grand thief, truly. I feel crazy.

I am grateful that I could say goodbye, in life and, today, in death. That’s a chance most people don’t get. I don’t know if I said enough, or the right things, or if he heard me. I believe that he did. I let him go with a few kisses and a few coins. His journey through Styx will be an easy one, and there’s a relief in that if in nothing else.

15 is too young. Cancer fucking sucks. Bye, bye blueberry boy— it was supposed to be you sending me off one day but we can talk about that later.

I can’t bear to put the pictures of you sick— this is how you’ll live in my head. Be nice to Cerberus in my absence!

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Thx for the rec angel ❤️

I NEED MORE DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE AND LEO VALDEZ PLEASSEE

firstly the way you came to me for fic recs warmed my heart!

I found a few daughter of aphrodite and leo valdez fics for you (though i am not a daughter of aphrodite i really enjoyed these and hope you do as well!!!!!)

the daughter of aphrodite by @dizzydancingdreamer

love is in the air by @aezuria (this series is so cute!!!)

burning love by @iouinotes

leo valdez x daughter f aphrodite! reader hc by one of my favs @hopelesslyromanticshark

I hope you enjoy all of these.

xoxo. amanda <3

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TONGUES & TEETH - THE CRANE WIVES (THE FOOL IN HER WEDDING GOWN)

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Hi friends,

I'm not sure why some people don't understand this, but using generative AI (ie midjourney and the like) to create images and audios of your fave fictional characters is wrong.

It's not only theft of artists whose style you are replicating, but it's also theft of the actors identity. Literally one of their major selling points is how they look and sound, and by feeding it into an AI engine, you are spreading one of their key money makers around for free.

Imagine if you worked really hard on a fic and someone just copied it with a few name changes and claimed it was theirs? Or worse, sold it for profit?

That is essentially what Generative AI is doing to art.

It's theft of intellectual property. There is no ethical use of this sort of AI.

Support human artists. Support human writers. Support humanity.

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Write it.

i could write an entire thesis on why Peeta is Francesca and Finnick is Talk

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The first day of 2024 kinda feels like that end of a slasher where the survivor is sitting on the curb and there are police sirens wailing and someone gives her a blanket and she shouldn’t smile but she does because it’s over?

I don’t want a sequel— I think I’m ready for a new movie.

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OKAY I POSTED A STEVE ROGERS FIC AND ALL MY 18+ FRIENDS SHOULD GO READ IT ON MY @dizzy-after-dark BC THIS IS TRULY RARE AND I THINK IT'S KINDA COOL IT"S CALLED cauterized GO READ GO GO GO

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(going through my old drafts what enticing little morsel was this going to be for? I am enthralled??? Dizzy what were you scheming?)

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Bilbo who braids Thorin's hair as he fucking dies. Bilbo who can't seem to get his hands to stop shaking but he just has to put the braid in now, before it's too late because they said they would. Bilbo who had the stupid, silver beads in his pocket, ready, because there was never supposed to be a war just a wedding.

I just can't stop thinking about how, sure, there were some rocky moments but that's all they were supposed to be; moments. Bilbo was sure they were going to pass. They were going to work through it. Why else would he be growing out his hair when normally it drove him mad after a certain point?

Thorin who passes gently, peacefully, with the sloppiest, most blasphemous braid in his hair which nobody dares to touch. Thorin who promises to return the favour in the afterlife but in the meantime please do it for me, ghivashel. Thorin whose final breaths are vows.

Bilbo who goes home and learns how to braid. Bilbo who never cuts his hair again.

ANYWAY I'M GOING TO SOB NOW!