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[sing-geronimo]

A woman of action

[little-pup-pip]

Christmas Movie Night!!

[isuggestforcefem]

As someone who has been a distant spectator and recently somehow procured a skirt. Everything said here is true.

This is proof the girl agenda works, folks.

[burnheartmusic]

@doggogills-but-worse

if you make an OC that you are genuinely insane over, like you are obsessed with this freak and can't stop thinking about them, then it will rub off on other people. the virus spreads

[kalmiaclown]

Happy birthday to Santa or whateverrr!!!!! 😙✌️💕

[incorrectgliyeraba]

Dorothy: I came here in my flying house.

Fiyero: And this is Elphaba, my flying girlfriend.

[urhoneycombwitch]

in case it wasn’t clear. this blog and this bitch do NOT support the industrial military complex.

[therainbowwillow]

unrelated but please please please can we bring back capitalizing the first letter of non-proper noun words for emphasis? “she Fears” goes so much harder than “she fears.”

[hopeless-eccentric]

i dont do a lot of book recs on here (i think ive done one before?) but the Henry Rios books by Michael Nava are so criminally underrated!

They're these mystery novels from the 1980s-1990s about a gay, Latino lawyer (Henry Rios, our protagonist/narrator) solving mysteries--usually while trying to prove his client's innocence. He's a long-suffering idealist written as this kind of hard-boiled detective.

This is actually something the whole series tackles, subverts, and deconstructs in a really interesting way! Instead of being this stoic detective, the archetype gets broken down in a lot of really fascinating and human ways earnestly discussing love, grief, intergenerational trauma, racism, homophobia, illness/disability, toxic masculinity, and substance abuse.

What I love is that these books realize that the hard-boiled detective is stuck in a point of hurt and trauma, and so the Henry Rios series makes a big deal out of fighting tooth and nail to GET BETTER--whatever it takes to improve yourself and your surroundings. While the books maintain a lot of the dark and morose vibe of the original genre (especially given the looming, perpetual grief of AIDS-era queer lit), they always come back to a death match against apathy. It's really moving stuff, especially as the books take this approach to Henry's recovery from alcoholism.

if you're interested in queer history, the books are in touch with queer legal/political history during the HIV/AIDS crisis. The first few books have been rewritten/published as well since Michael Nava's retirement, so I think a comparative reading could be really interesting. For the record, Nava was a civil rights lawyer, so this is all done REALLY well (not to mention the legal drama is engaging, theatrical, petty, gutting, and sometimes hilarious).

if you're interested in detective fiction, they're brilliant deconstructions of the genre. instead of taking the depressed alcoholic white guy with repressed desire for male companionship at face value, the series considers a gay Latino man struggling with machismo, racism and homophobia, intersectional identity, and processing/recovering from grief, childhood trauma, alcoholism, and Catholicism.

Stylistically, the books are smart, poetic, introspective, dark, and witty. There's a lot of suffering, but there are also a lot of intense moments of joy and catharsis that feel really earned.

Also, if you read the rewrites. uh. there's a lot of smut! Happy retirement, Mr. Nava!

[pathetic-girlwoman]

source: double.hockey.stix’s ig

[thestarlightforge]

This.

Asking is not something I do often; not being able to guess unspoken rules is something autistics get punished for a lot.

But I have struggled so hard with this… Therapists teaching “if you’re always texting first, that’s bad,” friends teaching “wait a specific amount of time to respond, and don’t double-text,” the internet teaching “this COLOR of heart emoji is only allowed after 3.75 DATES with someone or else you may as well send an EGGPLANT.” Etc etc.

I’m sure there is a balance to be found; nobody wants to be overwhelmed. But when I found out several ppl I was trying to text thought nothing of my usually texting first, don’t mind more than 1 meme at a time, use a certain heart emoji because it’s their favorite color (with zero additional thought to its “meaning”), and simply enjoy hearing from me? I had nothing to stress over, so far as they were concerned?

😭 why can’t ppl just COMMUNICATE

every now and then the internet decides it should revamp the ole “stop texting first and see how many friends you lose” when in reality you could literally just communicate that u feel bad that ur the only one texting first

[hartwign]

part two

[shishishi-sunny]

Now that the chance of the “Shanks’ evil twin” theory being proven true is even higher because of the newest chapter, I can’t help but wonder: is Shanks even the original Shanks?

Because in the special promotion material for One Piece: Film Red, it shows Roger and his crew finding Shanks in a treasure chest after God Valley. And thanks to Kuma’s backstory, we know that Figarland Garling was on God Valley as a participant for the hunting game and was well loved by the Celestial Dragons

If Shanks is related to Figarland, why was he in a treasure chest, like some sort of prize?

What if one of the prizes for winning the game was a son (or, knowing the Celestial Dragons, a slave) that’s just as strong as Figarland Garling?

And with Lilith talking about cloning earlier in the chapter, I wonder: is there even an “original” Shanks?

Maybe Shanks and the evil twin are both clones of young Figarland

[sparkdoesart]

Get kittied idiot

[heart-wit-strength]

Got the same thing lol

made a lil thing