#(they’re homosexuals your honour)

[matsunoluvr]

was having a good day until i remembered satoru carried an umbrella in the rain despite having infinity. there was no need for him to carry the umbrella. yet he carried it, so he could share. with. suguru.

[toshiiiart]

More Codywan for you feral fuckers. I got to try some new brushes and techniques that really spiced up my art and didn’t make it look so cluttered like my other Codywan piece. <3

[flowercrowngods]

…anyway *opens the bardknight document*

[cowboylosechester]

there’s this endverse destiel fic i started to post about endverse castiel going through every timeline in their world to save endverse dean from the apocalypse and if it isn’t the most accurate representation of obsessive queer relationship then i don’t know what is.

like what’s the Point if castiel doesn’t selflessly give his whole life for dean’s .

[zilabee]

Tony Bramwell on Brian:

- Brian dropped in at the Cavern and, spoiled for choice, fell in love at first sight with each of the Beatles in turn

- Brian almost promised to love, honour and obey them.

- He never publicly showed his embarrassment with poor deals, but one could tell something wasn’t right because inside, he anguished. Chewed his knuckles and grew pale.

- He was a fiercely loyal and honourable friend to those he loved, and ruthless toward those he despised

- He was shy to the point of blushing and stammering, and theatrical to the point of ranting and frothing at the mouth

- His biggest problem, perhaps his only real problem, was that he was homosexual in a still very unenlightened era. It kept getting in the way. Whenever he sat down for a meeting with heavyweights like Sir Joseph Lockwood at EMI, or whoever, he felt they all knew. “They’re talking behind my back, Tony,” Brian said. “They don’t respect me.”

- Paul was fond of Brian and thought he was the best possible manager: one who was courteous, who didn’t interfere with their private lives, but achieved all he said he would do. He never criticized him—none of us did. Brian was a god.  (It was only later that the façade cracked a bit, but even then we loved him. He was like family, and you accept your family for what they are and forgive them most anything.)

- his wonderfully fertile mind continuously thinking up innovative ideas and then worrying about them

- Brian was so different when around his beloved protégés. He became one of them. He was a friend, a chum, charming, trustworthy and kind. He set out to do what he promised and they all said it would never have happened without him.

- Brian bought an off-the-shelf company named Suba Films, which I virtually ran. It was way ahead of its time, the only independent company in England making music videos

- Whenever things got raunchy and out of hand around us, he would make his excuses and leave. At times, he almost ran.

- [on writing his biography]: “You don’t think John will think I’m raining on his parade, do you?” he asked hesitantly.

- I believe that Brian’s paranoia over the Beatles’ contract and his heavy use of drugs led him to think that it was only a matter of time before everything came tumbling down and he would be left standing in the ruins, with people pointing their fingers like kids in a playground.

- He was seriously ill and desperately sought to escape from the circus of his own creation.

- He was tormented by the idea of letting down his beloved Cilla and the Beatles, particularly John.

- He underwent deep sleep therapies at the Priory, being put under for days at a time with heavy drugs.

- Whether he managed the Beatles or not, he would still get 25 percent of their earnings from record sales for nine years. This subtlety had somehow escaped the Beatles, but it bothered Brian. It gnawed at his conscience because in his heart he knew he had conned them.

- [He] was abnormally distressed, convincing himself that they weren’t going to sign up again because they loathed him. Going through months of paranoia, he looked for reasons and forlornly asked the question, “Don’t they like me anymore?”

- It was so silly because it wasn’t like that at all. At different times, all of them commented to me that they would never have signed another contract as “Beatles” but they would have signed individually with Brian.

- “No, I think John hates me now. I don’t know what I’ll do if they don’t sign. What will people think? I can see the headlines now: EPSTEIN DUMPED BY BEATLES.”

- He was now seriously unhappy, not just troubled. His personality had radically changed.

- Brian had resident nurses, doctors who stayed, psychiatrists who lived in, all crowded into that little doll’s house, getting on each other’s nerves. At times he’d make an effort. He would sweet-talk everyone and then escape when they weren’t looking.

- [after Brian's death] Joanne was in shock. She had seen him first. The doors had been broken down and there he was, curled up on his side in bed with Saturday’s mail lying next to him. “We all knew at once that he was dead, but I heard myself say, ‘It’s all right, he’s just asleep. He’s fine,’ ” she said.

- It was unbelievable that the man who had got all this going—the vast money-making machine and the culture shock that had changed the world—was gone.

- The Summer of Love was over and autumn coming.

- I have been asked many times why it was that the Beatles didn’t just hire an office manager to handle their business affairs and pay him or her a salary. It would have made sense. But it never occurred to them. They just went blindly on, trying to find someone to replace Brian, like it was some kind of law. They seemed to think that they had to have a manager, to whom they had to give 25 percent of their gross income, or they’d be arrested or drummed out of the Brownies.

[sevratss]

Bro it is so embarrassing to post these I can’t believe I drew 30 yr old men making out this is ridiculous happy pride I’m going to fall off a bridge

Fellas is it gay to. Well.

THE VOICES UGHDHFHSHFHSHFHSHFJSJEJ

Ocs :3

Yearbook photo for Ink

Also finally drew the sillies properly

Amari is short for amaryllis

Also happy pride have a cut off old man yaoi

[greykitkatdraws]

They’re in love, your honour

(gay gay homosexual gay:3)

[wolfcutboyfriend]

i am not okay. this was a physical punch to the gut im so violently sick what is wrong with these two old men. going around saying all this homosexual shit. can they please kiss for my own sanity i am not okay i thought it was fake. but no it’s real. they’re in love your honour i am going to throw up now

[parheliion]

froy gutierrez . cis man . he/him ➶ DID YOU SEE THEM ?! they’re finally back as a MENTOR, and you know they’re one of my favourites ! it’s DAMI LORENZ , the TWENTY ONE year old WINNER of the NINETIETH hunger games! i’m just so excited to see them returning to the capitol all the way from DISTRICT EIGHT! they won their games using A TWO HANDED MACE so their tributes will no doubt be desperate for their wisdom. the capitol just loved them for being so CHARISMATIC , even if they have been known to be SELF DESTRUCTIVE at times. they DO  have a relative in this years games ( younger brother ) and they DIDN’T volunteer to go into the arena with them . ( character IS part of the uprising )

LOADING PANEM CITIZEN NO.90127839372... D. LORENZ, EIGHT. ███████▒▒▒ 50%

full name: dami orland lorenz age: twenty one district: eight, textiles gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexuality: homoromantic homosexual victor year: ninetieth mentor status: active public reception: well favoured for an outlying district. medical conditions: r̸̡̠̺̈́͠e̵̢͉͚̒͌̔d̸̪͇͎͒̾̚ä̸͎̺̘́̀͠c̵̻̙̓͒̽t̴͖͇̪̽̀͒e̴̞̦̐̔͐d̸͓͙̙͒͌͊ height: 5′7″ parents: CITIZEN NO. 1877292334; alfons lorenz, CITIZEN NO. 9812773831; jesleen lorenz. (deceased) siblings: CITIZEN NO. 90128612360; iscar lorenz (tribute of the ninety fourth hunger games)

FILE CORRUPTION. SEEK HELP FROM AN IT SPECIALIST.

dami’s story isn’t much different from any other boy in eight. growing up in the streets of the factory-based district, in a cramped tenement building. his mother worked as a seamstress, his father working as a deliveryman that hauled large rolls of fabric from one destination to another. many described the work of the district as ‘beauty in the making’, but there’s no beauty to be had in a district that has smog so thick that at times it’s hard to breathe, where people getting caught in large machines that tore limbs from them because they were stupid enough to go under it to fetch something that rolled under whilst it was running. behind the sequins, behind the glorious colours, there was blood-- much like any place within their horrid country.

dami was taught from a young age, again like any child of the district, to fear the reapings. seeing children that he knew from passing being called, shipped off to a capitol to watch them wind up as nothing more than another ‘fallen tribute’ that had nothing more than their picture in the sky at the end of the day to then be forgotten moments later by the capitol residents. the hunger games weren’t something glorious, no matter how the vile dogs of the city tried to tell them that it was something to be honoured to be chosen for. many teens put their name in more times for tessera, but thankfully dami was warned by his father that “if you ever put your name in for that, i’ll knock you silly myself and you won’t even see the reaping.” he was protective of his family, especially after losing an older sister to the games for the same reason.

it’s why his blood ran cold when his name, out of the entire district was only in the bowl seven times, it rang out through the air as clear as day. his father? was distraught. his mother? couldn’t even make it out of bed, battling a terrible cough that had been plaguing her for close to a year now that had left her bed bound, one that would claim her by the time of his eventual, yet still unknown, return to the district. dami thought that when he had said goodbye to his father and brother that it was the last time he was ever going to see them. dami lorenz was going to be fodder, a lamb to the slaughter who would be forgotten like a flash in the pan. or so he thought.

once he was in the capitol, he realised that it was all a game-- pardon the pun-- one that started the second they’re presented to the public on their chariots in the parade. “if you want to survive, make people fall in love with you.” and that’s what he tried to do, to the best of his capabilities. he was always good at compartmentalising himself, hiding pain and terror behind a smile for others benefit. he learned to charm a crowd in his short time in the city, learned how to make an audience laugh with a wink, a grin and a giggle. “the handsome boy next door” was his angle, and it worked. true, he didn’t score well with a seven, but he had won hearts. and hearts meant sponsors. all of which would do jack shit once he was let loose in the arena.

the area was made of a ruined city, rubble, and large buildings with plenty places for people to hide. in books of ancient history, there were tales of a place known as “pahrys”, or something close to that spelling (dami never stuck in at school, he had a factory to start working in at the age of ten). although laying in ruins, it wasn’t something unfamiliar to him-- almost like home. and it played to his advantage, able to weave himself through narrow streets and alleys to dodge careers and wandering stray tributes that thirsted for blood for their own victory. 

the games lasted 7 days, a whole week. towards the end, as views began to dwindle, the game makers knew that they had to pull their last card to draw people back in. and armed with a large mace that he had found in his mad dash in and out at the start of the games, dami heard loud explosion after explosion from above. bombs being dropped one by one, sending ruined buildings tumbling down more and more and forcing those that were wise enough back to the cornucopia. he was against the girl from one in the end, down to the final two, and by god was she chomping at the bit to slaughter him. no, i’ve come this far. i’m not giving up. i can’t. i can’t. i can’t. i can’t--

he wasn’t sure when he came back to reality, but when he did, he was standing over the mangled corpse of the girl that had been hungering for his demise, her head nothing more than a pile of bone and gore splattered against the pavement. a final cannon rung out through the air: he’d won. the scream that ripped from his throat was edited out by the game makers. it took him hours to come out of a state of shock, hyperventilating at the brutality that he had not only endured by the brutality he’d inflicted. he was a monster. he’d survived, but he was a monster. 

although it happened four years ago, dami’s public image remained the same. the charismatic, broad shouldered boy next door with the friendly smile, with the gentle eyes and the sing-song laugh that could please a crowd. but the second that a camera isn’t on him, the second that he isn’t being shoved in the faces of the people that made him do what he had to do to survive, he finds ways to numb the constant terror that he feels in his heart. loud noises set him on edge, at times enough to send him to the ground clinging to his ears and rocking back and forth. he’s broken, but if he can aid a cause such as the rebellion in whatever little way he can to make sure that others, least of all his brother, have to face the same fate as him? then he will.

[see-fee]

Chapter 19: Conspiracy Between a Cadre

Elijah and Daneel take the plunge, and Gem shocks everyone by showing a side that they’ve never seen before. Hardly recognizable by her comrades, she takes off at high noon for a very different kind of duel.

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Lyrics & lyric notes below ↓

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, and a bitch ain't one Tip my hat to the sun in the West Feel the beat right in my chest At the cross roads a second time Make the devil change his mind It's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton 99 problems and a bitch ain't one If you're having girl problems I feel bad for your son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one 99 problems But a bitch ain't one Like broken glass under my feet I can lose my mind in this heat Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood Oh I won't drink then I drink the flood Well you can come inside but your friends can't come 99 problems and a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got 99 99 99 99 99 problems But a bitch ain't one 99 99 problems But a bitch ain't one

⚠️ Mild chapter spoilers below

So, about these not-misogynistic lyrics. Besides being a badass driven tune that has honourable outlaw vibes:

Girl problems: Elijah/Daneel don't have girl problems because they're both men, and the girls are the opposite of a problem for them

Bitch: Gem = badass bitch. R. Finley = Kidan’s bitch. Kidan = actual bitch.

At the cross roads a second time: the decision to tell the girls. First time was the decision to get together

Make the devil change his mind: fighting back against malevolent forces

It’s a pound of flesh but it's really a ton: they're putting their fate in the hands of the girls and staking it all in exchange for help. In Merchant of Venice, the famous use of this “pound of flesh” phrase, Antonio's collateral with moneylender Shylock was a literal pound of his flesh. It also has this quote: “My purse, my person, my extremest means Lie unlocked to your occasions.” —Bassanio to Antonio (Asimov wrote in his guide to Shakespeare that Bassanio offering his life like this to Antonio was a declaration of homosexual love. Sound familiar to our boys?)

Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood: they’re only acting in self-defense and are non-violent

Well you can come inside but your friends can't come: R. Finley’s in their dome now that they’ve converted him, not the other henchmen who can’t come Outside to come inside

Tip my hat to the sun in the West: when they’re Outside, the West is the open farmland, the City is to the East. Although this chapter doesn’t take place at literal sunset

I can lose my mind in this heat: Elijah doesn’t like heat and lies in a dark room after working Outside as a “cure for over-brightness”

Just in case, here’s some real blues

[theskyexists]

gundam ep

The funny thing about Miorine is that she’s fanservice. she’s fanservice for ME and it isnt even entirely divorced from your regular shit fanservice. those see through tights whatever they’re called in english. BUT IT IS EFFECTIVE ON ME, ME!!!! because miorine is a whole person, stubborn, smart, passionate, and most of the girls just wear their normal gender-neutral uniform animated to look like normal regular unsexyfied human beings. SO THE SE THROUGH TIGHTS ARE ACTUALLY EFFECTIVE. THEY ARE A CONTRAST.

I LOVE HOW MIORINE HAS MANAGED TO FIND A WAY TO DUEL. SHE’S TRULY THE QUEEN WITH A KNIGHT AND SOLDIERS AT HER BECK AND CALL NOW

i already know that they are going to very effectively lift this conflict from ‘game’ to ‘battle’, from queen to commander

lololololol whatever her name is is protecting the honour of her 12th backup boyfriend.

her mother CRIES at her daughters being such an incredible team that Aerial can even push through a supressor (oh...she lost a husband to such technology of course...)

i do really like shaddiq, but he really thought he could beat the gundam with an ace team and suppressors? i mean that does make sense but.... why didnt he fight for miorine before i wonder....those tomatoes are such great visual metaphors - unripe.

they did say that one can refuse a duel. why not just refuse duels suletta?

SHE EVEN LETS SULETTA TAKE CARE OF THE GREENHOUSE IN HER ABSENCE THE FUCKING POWER OF THIS METAPHOR

they bought out TWO development teams. why are the high schoolers testing out these legs. did the development teams make them and sent them to the school for testing? why?

this is - as far as i can tell - completely unrealistic economo-babble lol

i love the league woman and mio negotiating. honestly it really goes to show that mio has no concept of how possible it is for your space pilot to kill you

they need a ‘spacious’ place. the whole school, the whole forest around teh school???

what the fuck. Delling had his son, heir to the house, clean spaceships? what is going on in these parents’ minds???????

shaddiq is funding an earthian community?

‘you work for peil yet you’ve been helping us’ WHERE IS THE BOUGHT OUT PEIL TEAM??

oh evil pretty Elan is so good at being seductive. i feel honestly like this anime was made for me lololol.

there is truly zero doubt in my mind that people can survive in space and theyre not adapted. these people live their whole lives in space without problem! what the fuck are tehy talking about

how did miorine buy a spaceship and not a pr team? i can only intuit that the video makes for a non-threatening impression and maybe that was her intention...

WHY are they bringing the whole team and the goats....

how the fuck do these kids get to drive a spaceship lol

AH. that’s how she convinced Delling. he’s got a Gundam project of his own that she convinced him she could deliver essential data for....

Suletta is so fucking annoying for being so goddamn fragile lol. makes ya want to shake her.

damn ok instead she gets punched first in teh boob (no problem) but then mio gets a hit on the solar plexus. the writers for this show are really good. the loose threads are getting tied up, the characters have multiple motives, and comedy is combined very well with drama.

Damn miorine KNOWS what she wants. And what she wants is Suletta.

ok so apparently groomly duties are also cleaning her room lol. this was super gay. fascinating how they stick to homosexual relationships being accepted and ordinary, but they still play with the audience’s expectations - suletta’s and miorine’s expectations of friendship romance and intimacy, the political game, japanese inclination to dismiss romance between girls as not actually real and the possibility that despite homosexual relationships being ordinary in this world they are not the SAME as straight relationships and interact IN-WORLD with everything previous.

LFRITHS!!!!!!!!!!!! VANADIS CONNECTION

wtf theyre doing an all out atttack. woudlnt sneaking in work better

ohhh shaddiq is betting on Jeturk man dying in the attack. hm

why is prospera so convinced that suletta will find THEM

the intro is actually really good

how in the hell did suletta survive that.

shaddiq didnt even fucking warn miorine or nika that this was gonna happen

ah.......jeturk was not the one who sent guel away. Shaddiq deliberately put him in harms way....if it was shaddiq. probably. the writers were cleverer than me.

I LOVE how sulettas shounen fucking phrase got Elan killed, Jeturk killing his dad, and Suletta indoctrinated to KILLLLLL. some pmmm shit. they went: lets use the tropes you know and MASH THEM TOGETHER WITH WAR!!!!!!!

the visual metaphors in this are so simple and beautiful. her moving forward was bout friends and connections and self-confidence in social situations one episode ago. NOW IT IS ABOUT MURDERING

they havent even confirmed a kill on delling

oh that was the last one. the quality of this series is the best in years and years.

god guel got such a terrible terrible terrible deal out of life now. if shaddiq is responsible... wait hold on. maybe guel left of his own accord to go work a shitty job.....that makes more sense than shaddiq putting him in harms way. normally anime spell so much out but not this bit.

[talenlee]

Story Pile: Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence

This is a movie about things that don’t exist.

Content Warning: Normally, in December, I lay off the material where I need to provide a content warning. This movie is set in a POW camp in Java four years before the end of World War 2, and grapples with themes of torture, sexual battery and assault, and the complexities of men and their relationships to what they’re told they are. What I’m saying is this article is not likely to be a great time.

Spoiler Warning: That content warning kind of serves as a bit of a spoiler? But don’t worry, here’s also a warning for suicide and forced suicide.

The story of Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence is… it’s a bunch of things, that’s what happens when you tune in for a two hour criterion collection movie made by people across five odd cultures based on a novel that was also itself based on the experiences of an actual prisoner of war. There are these drifting chunks of story that interact and intersect but aren’t dependent on one another. The story at the start that pulls your attention in is the story of Mr Lawrence and Sergeant Hara. Lawrence is a prisoner who speaks Japanese. Hara is a guard who… I mean, he’s a guard at a prisoner of war camp.

The thing is, that story is immediately kicked into the story of Kanemoto and De Jon, which is pretty hard to nail down definitively. It could be a homosexual relationship between two guys in the prison camp. It could be an abusive exploitation where a guard took advantage of a soldier. There’s a lot of other things it could be, in between those two general polarities. Thing is that story ends midway through the movie, and before it does, we’re introduced to a third story which is the relationship between Jack Celliers, and Captain Yanoi. These are two guys who are grappling with the way that in a time of peace and plenty and cosmopolitan grace, they would be fumbling each other in the club. That story, however, ends before the movie does, and it doesn’t end well. The boys kiss, but then one of them dies.

The movie also makes it clear at the start that this isn’t gay, in the least convincing way in the world.

It’s about war. It’s about war crimes. It’s about brutality and it’s about confinement. It’s about defiance. It’s about duty. It’s about honour. It’s about language barriers and the cultural values those barriers can’t represent. It is

a lot.

It’s a lot and it’s a lot that’s very hard to process because so much of what’s going on in the movie, is people very aggressively acting on and in the name of things that don’t exist. Lawrence blames the Japanese religion at one point, which is funny because as he understands it, Japan doesn’t have a religion and it was a whole conversation about freedom of religion in Japan. There’s arguments about the right ways to die, and the honour of a falling man, and again, honour and right ways to die don’t exist. And of course, this all happened in a place that doesn’t exist, an extension of one country into another country to contain parts of another country in the form of people, material, and a willingness to shoot at people who approach the people and the material.

Countries don’t exist.

There is nothing in the material that makes up a nation that knows anything about what it is. No rock, no tree, no river or landmark across the whole of Australia knows what Australia is, nor does it care. Neither the spread of islands across Indonesia nor Japan, nor the vast contiguous land masses of places that fancy themselves ‘single’ and ‘whole’ are in any way the byproduct of anything natural that exists.

Countries are a persistent and annoyingly common set of shared fictions.

Unfortunately, these fictions then get involved in fights.

World War 2 (1939—kinda present, really) was an immense brawl between international powers that had the dubious honour of being a rare sophomore album that outdid the first one. An industrialised war on a scale that was extremely precedented, most obviously World War 1. In this war, new programs had to be established for handling things like the agreed-upon conventions of what a war could even look like, what a war could be. It was effectively a brave new territory in inhuman handling of humans while maintaining some veneer of respectability and a set of rules.

Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence is a the story of a prisoner of war camp maintained in Java by the Japanese military, only a few years after the start of the war. This story is told through interactions between men. From the first moment to the last this is a story entirely about the way that men treat men in contexts of pressure and violence. That is, it’s about how to be a man, in a hard situation. Except that situation only exists because the fiction of countries clash against one another in the name of the fictions of honour and the shared stories of one another.

In this, a man is killed but he’s not because the execution was a fiction and doesn’t exist. It was done according to the rules to make sure it was humane, but the humanity of that execution was fake, because again, he wasn’t being executed. That same man is given mercy and specail treatment as much as is possible by a man who is full of complex feelings about his own existing because he was supposed to die years ago in the name of a political cause that is now meaningless because the faction he was part of doesn’t exist.

I was engaged in this movie, obviously. Particularly, I didn’t turn on subtitles for the first part of the movie since I assumed that there was a reason for it to lack them. Turns out that’s just a choice, and I chose to spend a lot of the movie using context clues to parse out how these characters related to one another. The entire gay narrative that kicks things off was vague, but it was intentionally vague. I went back and reread the wording in the subtitles and the thing is it’s not truth.

It’s one man telling another man about a third man in front of that man, while trying to present information that will be make the situation acceptable. That is then presented to the audience without any ability to necessarily understand those men.

Which makes sense as a way to present the story.

Because remember, in this story?

The audience doesn’t exist.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[denimbex1986]

'Claire Foy has shared a message for parents of LGBTQ+ children while speaking to PinkNews about what it was like to play a prejudiced mother in Andrew Haigh’s new LGBTQ+ drama All of Us Strangers.

Loosely based on Taichi Yamada’s 1987 novel Strangers, All of Us Strangers stars Fleabag’s Andrew Scott as Adam, a queer, depressed writer in his mid-forties who ventures back to his childhood home after trying to write about his parents. While there, he reunites with the ghostly apparitions of his mother (Claire Foy) and father (Jamie Bell), who died when he was 12.

In the weeks that follow, Adam gets to have heart-wrenching conversations with the two ghosts about his life now, including coming out to them as gay.

While Foy’s portrayal of the mum is brimming with warmth and tenderness, the character is at first shocked to hear of her son’s sexuality, worrying intently about whether he might contract Aids, as the crisis was at its height at the time she died.

In one comic line, she questions whether her son should be open about his sexuality “on the high street, at WH Smith,” afraid he will be attacked.

At a time where LGBTQ+ youth are still being rejected and disowned by their parents, Foy’s character sends a powerful message.

“A lot of the time, as a parent myself, I do understand how difficult it is to not see that your child is basically a criticism [of] you as a human being, and understanding you don’t own your kids and your kids will be whoever they’re going to be,” Foy told PinkNews.

The Crown star believes that her character’s opinion of homosexuality comes from a place of fear.

“The hardest thing for a parent is giving [your children] away to the world because the world can be an incredibly cruel and dangerous place for [the] beloved little thing that you’ve created.

“I think it does all come from love and it also does come from fear – fear of what you don’t understand and fear of somehow that you are not right.”

Foy urged those who do not accept their children for whatever reason to look inward, and shared her hope that All of Us Strangers highlights how our time on Earth is finite, and shouldn’t be spent judging others.

“One of the greatest things I’ve learned as a person is that often the criticisms and judgments you have of other people, you need to repeat back to yourself because they’re the things you’re most afraid of in yourself.

“Hopefully, the film will just teach people that life’s too short to be confused by one another. Just ask and be told, and listen and understand. Then [we’d] get there a lot quicker.”

Although she handles the quietly poignant role delicately, Foy admitted she was concerned about being able to step into the role of a mother with discriminatory views, however ‘well-intentioned’ they are.

“There was a small, at the back of my brain, concern about how honestly we were portraying it, I suppose,” she said, “but at the same time, we had to be brave about not trying to soften the reality of what that conversation would be like.

“I think [her character] is very much stuck in a period of time and you have to have compassion for the understanding that at that time, what she was being fed was a particular view of what it was to be a gay man in the world and the risks that came with [it].”

Foy’s character would have been alive during Thatcher’s time as prime minister; an era full of intense homophobia and disinformation regarding the LGBTQ+ community.

“I definitely felt we had to honour that, because it seemed so important that history is understood, and not try to make it modern in any way,” Foy added.

She had crucial conversations with director Haigh and co-star Scott about making sure the relationship was being depicted in a way that reflected the reality for gay men.

“I felt I was there to support Adam’s character come to some sort of conclusion with his parents, and you have to go through those difficult moments to get to the end of the story.

“I loved her as a character… I feel as if she’d been given that education [and] given the opportunity to grow up with her son, if she was a parent of a 46-year-old gay son, she would be an amazing mother and would love it – and probably love it a bit too much.”'

[velvetvertigo]

You know what fine I’ll say it: the way Bowser tilts Luigi’s chin up with a claw in the trailer?

Kinda 🍒🍊🍌 ✨fruity✨🍏🫐🍇

[currently-having-a-gay-crisis]

can’t do this on any other platform due to the lack of anonymity so here we go besties:

i’m a fucking lesbian!

okay that’s it that’s the post.

[bitbrumal]

                                   HEADCANON ↤    sexuality    ::    THE CAST    ↩

↪ KAEYA ✤ bisexual king. confident as hell, because he knows he’s that good ( & just hasn’t got any insecurities surrounding sex ). almost always tops / dominantly, unless he feels secure in the other’s affections & relationship with him; hence the rarity lol. will spend 6 hours wearing you both out or less than a minute. his kinks range from vile violent shit to ‘genuine love & care IS my kink’. if the feelings are right he’s the softest motherfucker and the hungriest - if they are not, you’re what he channels his sadistic proclivities into. he’s always feral during sex. it is easier than holding hands & honestly more fun, so he gets ( unintentionally ) sexual/flirtatious with anyone he cares for. if you’re actually in a relationship you may need to smack his hands away here or there c:

↪ DILUC ✤ thinks he’s bisexual; actually just streamlined into heterosexuality by his father + so starved of appreciation & hungry for others’ pleasure that he can get a lot out of pleasuring a woman. never fucks them, though. he has a well-practised jaw c: in reality he’s a flaming homosexual, your honour. bottom or terminal service top. sex is the only place his head stops hating him ( as much ) for a minute, & where he can let all his burdens fall away to focus solely on something softer than violence & fear. even so, he limits his sex life to the occasional jaunt across the border to dickspittle villages with working girls who’ll never hear the name ‘ragnvindr’ & recognise his face. ( it feels safe to fuck girls, because there won’t be any feelings - or bullshit he isn’t practised in handling. i’m not sure he’s able to fuck a man without catching feelings & those are scary & out of place thank you. also haha no no i AM what my father wants me to b- )

↪ AYAKS ✤ ??? he’s been in the army since he was 14, my good dudes. not a disaster, just a virgin. fairly confident around flirtations - effortlessly confident, in fact, as long as they are surface level: he’s spent far too much time submerged in politics & underhanded tactics not to know. also he’s swole & pretty, so y’know he gets some attention. you won’t really be able to tell unless you actually fuck him, as childe doesn’t follow through on anyone’s advances as a rule. he’s a little bit shy, a bit traditional ( not necessarily ‘abstain until marriage’ but still some lack of ability to be truly superficial in the actual act ).

↪ TSARITSA / KHIONIYA ✤ pansexual queen. you will get the strap. leans heavily toward lesbeans just because it’s where she’s accustomed to finding the tenderness she thrives on. no-one fucks a virgin better than she, if they’re the sentimental sort who want to feel special. it is impossible not to feel genuinely for anything, for her, & so she can make a fundamental type of love to anyone. even so: feeling ravished by genuine feeling alone, she can & will marinate in longing & sweet affection for weeks before partaking of the flesh. it’s an enjoyable lifestyle.

↪ REGRATOR / ALYOS ✤ powersexual. his own power. really good at sex since he used to be a sex worker, but won’t fucking put in the effort for you lol. give him prospects & opportunity he doesn’t want your holes :v would lose his shit if he got to bottom right, but good luck getting him on his belly with his ass up without losing your life afterwards. he’s never been fucked as an equal...

↪ DOTTORE / EMILE ✤ gay disaster & terminally bottom. had one (1) humiliating experience ( girl laughed at his peen during their first time >:// it’s a little crooked okay leave him alone ) & has unintentionally made it a point never to recover. will shriek a little bit & scuttle off to the other side of the room if approached with welcome affection. top in the labs, disaster virgin anywhere near the sheets. an insufferable yet endearing(?) menace when romantically inclined toward someone, & you’ll both find out the hard way that he is.

↪ CAPITANO ✤ classifies as a dominant top. knows what it would like to try touching on a case by case basis. hungry for any ‘kin’ship / anything that reeks of the abyss like it does. otherwise eldritch; doesn’t have those social concepts. might just be parasitical/a symbiote, because it keeps wanting to go in & then expand, take over-

↪ KUNIKUZUSHI ✤ switch between savage top & demeaning power bottom. other modes are reserved for emotional connections he does not yet have c: until he gets his parts switched out by a certain someone with special talent for innovative reconstruction, he cannot stand sex for how tightly it links him with his body - her creation, her lingering rule over his nature. after that he goes apeshit for a bit just to thoroughly know who he is & what labels are solely his own. the only passion he champions for now is self-exploration. ( ties make you weak to another’s will. there’s been too much external influence; it is time he became his own puppet. )