#And it's very obvious

[zukkaoru]

trying to write a souheki fic and it's really just turning into "how many problems can i give dazai" with some fake dating in the background

[gender-ihardlyknower]

I can't stop thinking about how close The Hunchback of Notre Dame was to being a good movie. It was on the cusp of being a truly transformative work that could have stood the test of time. And I can lament on and on about how well done certain aspects are, especially in regards to the two best songs Disney may have ever produced, "God Help the Outcasts" and "Hellfire"

I can go on and on about its amazing portrayal of the abuse of power, especially for religious figures; I can praise the way it portrays Catholic guilt and lust and manipulation and how those things relate to each other. I can applaud it's darker themes handled in an impactful yet not explicit way, including the ones after mentioned as well as murder and ableism and all other manner of things.

I can do that and I can praise that and those will always have a special place in my heart when I think about that movie, but none of that can change the fact that it completely mishandled the portrayal of Romani people. I would like to emphasize that Romani people have considered the word used throughout the movie as a slur at least 20ish years before that movie came out. It was well known. And yet they included it anyway, gratuitously at that. And even more so than that, because many people excuse that as being "time period accurate" (while I heavily disagree because time period accuracy really shouldn't be applied to slurs in a movie targeted towards children) even if that were an acceptable concession, they completely mishandled the representation of Romani people as a whole.

Esmeralda was "the good one", she was the one that changed the main cast's mind about Romani people as a whole. In theory that wouldn't be an issue if her character was used JUST as a way to expand Quasimodo's worldview. He had never met a romani person before, and his only opinions of that group of people came from count frollo's obviously prejudiced perspective. But they didn't do that. She was the only positively portrayed Romani person in that movie. When they go to the (I shit you fucking not) HIDDEN LAIR of alllll the other romani people, the characters are tied up and paraded around on their way to be murdered. Throughout all of this the Romani people in that place our portrayed as criminals, thieves, bandits, and people who revel in violence, which I don't have to say is pretty fucked up, yeah?? They completely dropped the ball and were very wishy-washy with their portrayal of Romani people, which completely undercut the message of the entire movie.

And I can also take the time to say that it could have been a much better movie if they had just changed a few things. If this movie wasn't targeted towards children, if the writers understood the weight and history behind the word used to refer to Romani people, if they had cut the romance, if they had portrayed Romani people in a better light, this movie COULD have been transcendent, could have been timeless.

But those are all ifs and coulds, and so instead I will mourn the movie for what it was and appreciate the parts of it that are good

[tea4silver]

hear me out. he's hot. I made my point.

[pionas]

one day we are gonna have to talk about how misogyny is so normalized in the bee tee ess fandom bc it's truly wild to me how they are so openly misogynistic towards big ggs bc they can't handle that they can be as successful as their men and to think most of their fandom are women makes it even worse

[kiryuing]

[darlingofdots]

my parents are on holiday in their mobile home

they're expected back this upcoming weekend

I just spent ten days in my childhood home to keep an eye on things

I have hidden 100 small yellow ducks all over the house

I am very excited for my parents to be back

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[panakina]

I think it’d be funny if Dick and Jason, due to wearing bright yellow capes on the job for years, are capable of stealth to a frankly unhinged degree. They barely have to try anymore it’s so second nature. Dick can just completely disappear while in the loudest neon clothes imaginable. Jason is constantly startling people who don’t understand how they missed a guy the size of a fridge standing right there. Bruce is extremely grateful for his unbreakable poker face because they have both startled him by accident and would never ever let him live it down if they knew.

[problemnyatic]

when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is a master manipulator in FNAF..

[rust-berrie]

i swear there was a image similar to this but i can't find it :( anyways this is what it feels like when you try to court shane

[spockandstars]

I just love how the difference between these images SO encapsulates the difference in vibe between SNW and TOS.

I’m genuinely sorry, glistening-tits-buff-Spock-with-manly-sleek-interior-design-choices-and-scantily-clad-bethrothed-in-background-who-you-rather-explicitly-raw-and-cheat-on, you could only attain the level of unadulterated cunt that is TOS Spock and his weird campy artifact-filled bedroom in your DREAMS.

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side