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jymico · 2 months ago
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Vedaa (2024) Bollywood Movie Review and Download
Director: Nikkhil Advani
Writer: Aseem Arrora
Stars: John AbrahamSharvariAbhishek Banerjee
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Review of "Vedaa": A High-Octane Drama That Packs a Punch Against Injustice
Vedaa is a gripping tale of resilience, empowerment, and the fight against caste oppression, brought to life by director Nikkhil Advani. The film masterfully combines a strong social message with action-packed sequences, making it a compelling watch.
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The story follows Vedaa (Sharvari), a young Dalit girl from Barmer with dreams of becoming a boxer. Her aspirations, however, threaten the rigid caste-based norms upheld by the village pradhan, Jitin Pratap Singh (Abhishek Banerjee), and his ruthless brother, Suyog (Kshitij Chauhan). Despite their oppressive grip on the village, Vedaa remains undeterred.
The arrival of court-martialed Army Major Abhimanyu (John Abraham) marks a turning point in her life. With his mentorship, Vedaa hones her skills and finds the strength to fight back—not just in the ring, but also against the injustices plaguing her family and community. Together, they form an indomitable team, delivering a strong message about resilience and resistance.
Inspired by real-life stories, Vedaa fearlessly highlights caste-based discrimination and systemic violence. The screenplay by Aseem Arora evokes the nostalgic charm of 90s Hindi cinema, blending intense drama, raw action, and emotionally charged moments.
Performances: John Abraham shines as the stoic and action-driven Abhimanyu. His silent demeanor is balanced by powerful stunt sequences that are among the film’s highlights. Sharvari, in her breakout role as Vedaa, delivers a raw and compelling performance. She effortlessly captures the determination of a young woman standing tall against adversity. Abhishek Banerjee is convincing as the menacing antagonist, skillfully embodying a character driven by regressive ideologies.
Strengths: The film’s gritty tone, impactful action choreography, and evocative scenes leave a lasting impression. Songs like "Zaroorat Se Zyada" enhance the narrative, blending seamlessly with the mood. The second-half action sequences, in particular, are adrenaline-pumping and well-executed.
Weaknesses: However, Vedaa falters in parts. The climax feels stretched and unnecessarily convoluted, while a couple of songs disrupt the film’s pacing. Some moments come across as formulaic and predictable, which detracts from the otherwise engaging narrative.
Verdict: Despite its minor flaws, Vedaa delivers a powerful punch with its action-packed sequences and heartfelt message. Nikkhil Advani has crafted a masala entertainer that balances drama, social commentary, and high-octane action. It’s a film that not only entertains but also inspires, leaving audiences with plenty to cheer for.
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outsidethebeautybox · 4 days ago
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Boys Need Better Representation Too
If we stop and think about it, most of the content trying to help people work through their insecurities and build confidence is catered toward women. 
Sure, there’s self-improvement content catered toward more general audiences, but when it comes to helping people celebrate the physical features they were born with, most of us prioritize women’s insecurities over male insecurities.
Whether you’re self-conscious about curly hair, dark skin, a few extra pounds or acne, there’s an encouraging artwork or inspirational video out there to remind you you’re beautiful. But once again, most of this content is by women, for women.
I’m guilty of this too.
The artists I follow (and love) who do ‘drawing insecurities’ videos are all drawing women. The fashion brands I watch videos for (and love) which feature inclusive sizing are all made for or marketing to women.
But boys have insecurities too, and they are also seriously lacking representation.
Those of us who really care about encouraging diversity-positivity and self love are pouring our hearts and souls into creating content to help women across the world realize that they are beautiful.. We make dark skinned female leads. We make drawings of beautiful plus-sized queens.
But there aren’t a whole lot of relevant dark-skinned or plus-sized guys in the media either. Or skinny superheroes. Or short male leads. The list goes on.
There are a LOT of male beauty standards that many guys still feel frustrated and depressed by being unable to fit, whether they’re “not muscular enough” or they can’t grow a beard.
In countries where colorism is an ongoing issue, it often affects boys as well as girls, and yet, when I read webcomics like “Your Smile Is a Trap” and “Love Love Fighting” (again, stories that I love) the female leads stray outside the beauty box, while the male leads still fit the cultural beauty standard.
How many Black superheroes can you think of who have TV shows currently airing? 
How many male superheroes can you think of who don’t have the quintessential square jaw and perfect hair?
I know of a few Asian romance webcomics with brown skinned female leads but I’ve not seen any with brown skinned male leads.
Part of what it means to work outside the beauty box is to prioritize people other than ourselves. We work to help more people feel seen. I spend a lot of time promoting diversity positivity for women, hispanics and members of the black diaspora, but with the world the way it is now, there is almost always some demographic or another being ignored or overlooked, and that means we need to keep widening our perspectives.
The media needs more male leads who are shorter than the female lead. We need male characters who are plus-sized or disabled or dark skinned but aren’t deemed second rate or stuck playing second fiddle to the guys who fit the beauty standard.
I’m not sure why, but working outside the beauty box actually seems to be even harder to manage with male characters than it is with female characters. I think it’s because of a subconscious global bias. We know girls are sensitive about their looks and so anyone who wants to diss a girl for not fitting the beauty standard is labeled a monster. Yet people constantly dismiss guys coldly and carelessly and they’re just expected to suck it up.
I had to cancel a comic project I was working on because the artist didn’t want to give the male lead dark skin, and I still haven’t found a new artist to work with. The project before that, the artist didn’t mind the female lead being black but was bigoted against the male lead for being Korean.
People of every ethnicity, shape, and size deserve to see themselves in the media.
Our bodies are beautiful. Individuality is beautiful, and men’s mental health and self-esteem matters every bit as much as women’s mental health and self-esteem.
Guys deserve to live in a world that accepts and loves them. They shouldn’t have to quietly deal with being bullied for their physical appearances while being expected to ‘suck it up’ or ‘be a man’ and get over it.
Beauty standards are hurtful. Period. Everyone needs to hear the words ‘you’re beautiful’ sometimes.
So I’ll be the first one to say it.
You’re beautiful.
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borngeniusworld · 1 year ago
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Live full, die empty
Les Brown speeches and quotes 50 Les Brown Powerful Motivational Quotes Les Brown speeches “If you don’t program yourself, life will program you!” “It really doesn’t matter what’s going on right now. The only thing that matters is what you’re going to do about it. Do something powerful!” “Make change a tool for your success. Let it happen, and celebrate the possibilities.” “A lot of people

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cy-cyborg · 7 months ago
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So, there's a lot I want to say about the paralypics, but every time I try I just... can't articulate what I want to say without it turning into a monster of a post that puts my writing advice posts to shame lol. This includes in response to the anonymous asks I got on the topic btw. So I'm going to try and summarise my thoughts here.
As someone who was working towards the Rio paralympics - who was basically one of the people they were actively training to be the next paralympians and who got to go if their choice first athletes had to drop out, the Olympics and paralympics are a... touchy subject for me. I loved playing. I loved my sport. I loved the people I played with. I loved the people I played against. But the way the public and people in power treats disabled athletes sucks. It Really really sucks. and it hurts to talk about.
The vast, vast majority of us aren't paid. We are expected to train at the same intensity as the Olympians with none of the breaks and none of the support to do so, resulting in injuries that are disabling in and of themselves, while juggling normal jobs. many of the paralympians are also in school or at university as well. both schools and jobs see these elite athletes as dedicated hobbiests at best.
I had a friend who were fired from their job because they were denied time off to compete at the paralypics and well, if i had to choose between the paralympics or stay at a shit job paying minimum wage, I know which one I'd pick, and so she didnt have a job when she came back. I have friends who are still in the closet because their sponsors would drop them if they came out as gay, who ended years-long relationships to keep the funding that allowed them and their teams to compete - funding that just covered the costs of travel by the way. They never saw a cent of it themselves, but it was the difference between us having to pay $50 each for our plane tickets and accommodation and having to pay $2,000Aud + for every away game. I have friends who were supposed to go to Tokeyo but were kicked off the teams weeks before the games because of a rule change that decided they weren't disabled enough anymore, wasting years of work with absolutely no warning. They weren't even given the decency of an appology from the people who made the call. Several went through terrifying mental health spirals over it. It was their life's work, gone. I saw so many friends just give up because their disabilities were "too hard to classify" into the International Paralympic Commity's boxes and who were made to feel they weren't welcome by the system spouting off about its diversity and inclusion and empowerment of disabled people.
And then with all that, the best we can hope for is for the social media teams to turn us into a joke for ableds to laugh at or into inspiration porn to make them feel good about themselves - because at least theyre not us. Because obviously, there are no other options in how to show us/sarcasm.
My phone doesn't even have "paralympics" as a recognised word. I have a Samsung. The company that is currently at the paralympics using them as a marketing opertunity. We aren't even recognised as a word in the phones made by the company that is currently using the paralympics as a marketing opportunity. The phones they're giving the athletes won't even recognise the name of the event that they got it at. If I've spelt it wrong, it's because it autocorrects it every time I try to spell it right, and im dyslexic and can't see the difference until I stare at it for a minute or so.
I just... this isn't even scratching the surface of my thoughts. But I wanted to say at least some of it. It will be the last I'm going to talk about it, at least until the event is over.
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thorne1435 · 1 year ago
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Y'know. Considering how essential to the argument that point is, I'm surprised I can't remember anyone saying it.
Cis women just aren't in danger of being erased at all.
Even to the extent that you could talk over them or obfuscate their experiences (which we would be foolish to deny the possibility of), creating inclusive medical terminology isn't going to let people forget that cis women exist because...how could they?
I mean, hell, lite-feminism is mainstream enough at this point that I don't even think it's possible to completely erase the level of 'female empowerment' we've already achieved, either! The cultural presence of cisgender women as being a valid classification of "people" is enormous, and so is the vague idea that women either have nothing to prove or are actively proving something (depending on what ad you're watching).
To say that anyone could forget, to say that the idea of a women could be erased, by something as simple as, what, emphasizing individual biological functions over misconceived uniformity? I mean, you'd have to think it's a pretty fragile concept to even genuinely have a fear like that.
And if you're not genuinely afraid of that, well...then you're just talking, aren't you? Just getting mad at the misfits for trying to stay alive.
I just think that when you break the whole argument down like that, it's hard to ignore how fundamentally disingenuous it is.
the importance of inclusive language isn't just making sure trans people's feelings don't get hurt. like dysphoria can be life ruining yes & it's important to keep in mind. but trans inclusive language is vital because otherwise we WILL be forgotten. we will be overlooked by research and resources that are desperately needed. we cannot afford to be shuffled off into assumed-cisness because it's convenient
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taintandviolent · 6 months ago
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Trust ; Kai Anderson x virgin!reader
summary: Kai finds out that reader is a virgin, and decides he’s going to change that.
word count & w a r n i n g s: 2.3K | female reader, smut, use of y/n, mentions of God (referring to himself as God), coercion, manipulation/gaslighting, dub-con (kinda???), handjobs, loss of virignity, penetration (p in v), praise (though it’s Kai so
 don't get too comfy with it, it's probably fake).
a/n: requested by @jazz-berry ages ago! I struggled a little bit with this one for reasons unbeknownst to me. anyway, I hope everyone enjoys it! divider by @/strangergraphics!!
full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!
“It’s not like anyone here is a virgin. Besides —“ 
“I am.” You blurt, without thinking. 
Being a virgin in your early twenties seemed horribly embarrassing— although it was your body, your choice and all that. Empowerment, wrapped up with a pretty pink bow of lingering innocence. Still, the last thing you wanted was Kai knowing that, and seeing you as any different. So why had you said it? 
Silent, he seemed to dwell on the thought he was having, though his face gave no indication of what it was; impassive, stoic even. 
“Y/N.” His voice is low, commanding. It’s the voice he uses before someone gets an opportunity to do something great for him. The voice he uses before he tests someone’s loyalty. He gets up from his chair and walks over to the table. 
“Sit with me.”
He gestures to the table you fear most. The pinky promise table. You’d never been summoned to the table, never stepped out of line, or perhaps never stuck out enough to be summoned. Now, you have apparently. 
You unfold your legs carefully and get to your feet, wiping your hands on the front of your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles that had settled from sitting down. The rest of the cult waits on bated breath, waiting to see what unfolds. Kai seems to realize this, and turns to them, waving his hand dismissively. “This meeting is over. You all know what you need to do.” 
You pause and turn with intentions of joining the others as they leave. Kai immediately stops you with a stern, large hand on the roundest part of your shoulder 
“Not you. Sit down.” He forces you down into the chair, your butt hitting the cushion hard. He joins you at the table, quietly and for a moment, only stares. Takes you in, like there are words written on your face and he’s reading them. Fuck. 
Finally, one hand comes up, pinky extended. You lean forward, obediently, and link pinkies with him, wrapping your smaller one around his. 
“Are you loyal to this cult?” 
“Yes.” Easy question. You were undyingly loyal, perhaps to a fault. 
“Why?” 
You swallow. “Because I believe in its cause. I believe in your —“ 
His grip on your pinky tightens. “Don’t lie to me. That’s not what we do at this table, is it?”
You swallow. It’s like he knows, like he’s clairvoyant and can pick through all the parts of your brain that you’re hiding. Dig around like a child in a box of crayons, searching for the right one. 
Sheepishly, you shake your head.
“Try again,” he breathes, adjusting his body slightly. Irritated?
“You. I’m loyal because of you
 I believe in you. I feel like you can fix this country, you can be the man that guides us all in the right direction. When I’m around you, I feel
 I feel like it’s right.” 
His closed lips stretch into a smile and he huffs out a laugh through his nose. You shift around uncomfortably, adjusting your elbow’s position on the table. He’s so hard to read most of the time, and when he does finally give you an indication, it’s usually horrifying. 
“Were you lying about being a virgin?” 
“No
. Why would I lie about that?” 
“To get my attention.” 
You furrowed your brows and shook your head again, this time slower. You were confused why that, of all things, would get his attention. “No, Divine Ruler. I am.” 
Still holding onto your pinky, he leans back into his chair. The action pulls you forward across the table and you let out a little mewl. 
“I knew you were special,” he starts, looking up at the pendant light that hangs above the table. “I knew, from the moment you became a part of my cause, that you were destined for more.” 
You almost choke at his next words. 
“And that’s why you need to let me take your virginity.” 
You can’t help but gawk, your bottom jaw falling. Had he just said what you thought? After all the missions, the campaigning, the rallying, and he’d never given any indication of personal feelings towards you and now he was going to fuck you? 
“I
 I don’t know.” 
“Yes, you do. Do you think I’m stupid? You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me, hang on my every word?” 
He’d noticed. You gulped down your feelings, your pinky twitching in his grip. 
“You’ve even dressed for the occasion.” 
You look down at your attire as though it’s the first time seeing it; a modest, white, linen summer dress that buttons down the front. You’d picked it because of the weather. But Kai thinks otherwise. He lets go of your pinky and pushes his hands into the table to lift himself up. You watch, your eyes trailing like weights, as he moves around the table. 
“I am your God. Say it.” 
“You are
 m-my God.” 
“And you trust in your God. You trust him to do whatever needs to be done.” 
Your voice wavers as you speak.  “I trust in my God. I trust him to do whatever needs to be done.” 
Kai takes your hand, lifting it. You raise with it, trying to control your nerves in a way that doesn’t betray them. So far, you’re failing. Sudden closeness brings a whimper from your mouth as Kai is hoisting you into his strong, toned arms. He sets you down on the table, wordlessly. Oh god, you think. He’s going to fuck me. 
Though terrifying, the thought tantalizes you and you can’t ignore the sudden wetness that’s pooling between your legs, soaking into the fibers of your cotton underwear. 
“You’re doing the right thing.” Kai says, low. His fingers brush your hair away from your neck, exposing it. You shudder in response. “You’re doing this for the greater good.” 
You don’t even know what that means, truly. Somewhere in your conscience, buried amongst the arousal, you know he’s manipulating you, coercing you but you can’t and won’t do anything to stop it. You don’t want to – and take a breath, inhaling the heady scent of him. You lean forward slightly, pouting your lips. 
“I am?”
“You absolutely are.” 
He’s so convincing. Your silly little brain buzzes with the contact as his hands trail up your thighs, scooping the dress up to your hips where it gathers in creamy, white pleats. Who are you to deny him? 
“You’re the most loyal follower I have, and you want me to do this. You’ve told me.” 
“No
 I’ve never
” 
He tuts his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. Insisting. “You’ve told me without telling me. I’m very in tune with my followers, Y/N.” 
You nodded, knowing full well that you had – it wasn’t some secret and if Kai had paid attention even a little bit, he would’ve noticed all the times you volunteered to be close to him, to please him, to praise him, and even worship him. 
It’s terrifying once his hands slip between your legs, tugging curiously at the elastic of your underwear. It’s terrifying, but you want to crush your mouth against his and suck on his bottom lip until it turns purple. Being aroused wasn’t new to you, you knew very well what that felt like. It was a feeling that consumed you almost every single time you’d been around Kai, almost as volatile of an emotion as jealousy when he’d pay attention to Meadow, or Winter, or any other female in the cult. 
“Look at that,” he says, low. Your cotton underwear, in a skin tone shade, is swinging back and forth, hung on his index finger. The wet spot that’s grown on the crotch is telling, embarrassing and unavoidable. Your head hangs heavy, like a scolded child. Kai presses a single finger to your chin, lifting it again and forcing you to look at him.
“Like I said, you’ve told me.” 
Kai moves quickly after that, undressing himself completely and standing proudly, not an iota of insecurity or doubt present. Unlike you. His large cock hangs heavy in front of you, having gradually stiffened at the discussion? At the thought of your virginity? Who knows. 
“Touch it,” he orders, and you respond by lurching your hard forward, drawn like a piece of metal to a magnet. Your hand closes around his semi-hard shaft. It’s warm to the touch and velvet soft. Instinctively, you begin moving your hand, jerking him off. 
“Good. Good.” He hisses. “You’re doing such a good job.” 
Praise. Praise from him feels like slipping into a warm bath after a long day, like sugar on the tongue, like the first buzzes of being very drunk. You’ve craved it for so long, and up until this point, have relied solely on superficial praises. Nothing like this. His hips jerk once, his cock twitching in your grasp. It’s stiffened almost to capacity now, and Kai rips his hips away from you, groaning deep in his throat. His eyes are locked on you; two, black ink wells that seem to go on forever. You swallow your nerves again, hoping he doesn’t notice. 
“Scoot closer,” he urges, pumping himself in and out of his tight fist. Beads of pre-cum dribble from the tip, which he quickly swipes over and drags down his shaft.
You obey, and shimmy yourself closer to the edge of the table until your toes almost touch the floor beneath you. Kai slots himself in between your thighs, holding one of them tight against his hip. He takes a moment to line himself up, smearing the flushed head against your slick folds. Your arousal spreads, coating the tip, which moments later, breaches your entrance, pushing deeper. It’s immensely painful at first; fire explodes between your legs in a searing, stretching sting, and you quite literally feel the rip as Kai steals your innocence, mercilessly.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? You’re being so brave. I’m so proud of you.” 
His dick twitches inside you, you can feel the subtle movement in your cunt. Then, without warning, Kai drives his dick all the way inside you, bottoming out in a flash of pain and an overwhelming sensation of fullness. In an out of character act of mercy, Kai notices how your face contorts, how delicately you’re wincing and trying to be brave. He pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to the new feeling. 
You swallow hard again and bring your hands up to his toned shoulders, finding a place of leverage where you can pull yourself up slightly to alleviate some of the pain. Most women, you assumed, had a vision of how their first time would go – and you supposed, at some point, you did too, but now, you’d forgotten it, enraptured by the feeling of your stuffed cunt, where the burn had subsided into a dull ache. The dull ache was hungry and brought you forward onto his cock, wiggling your hips slightly. 
“Are you ready?”
You nod, letting out a small squeak of approval. Kai back his hips out and you look between your legs; his thick cock is coated in clear fluid, your fluid. You see the look in his half-lidded eyes, heavy with lust and hunger. Holding tight onto your plush hip, he spears you again with his cock and this time, doesn’t stop thrusting. He finds a rhythm very quickly, and before you have time to process it, he’s pounding into you. Your pussy responds by getting wetter, adding more lubrication for the beating that your pussy is taking. Obscene, wet sounds fill the basement room, echoing in your mind to serve as a reminder of what’s happening.
“Good, good girl. You’re taking it so well.” 
You nod, pleasurable whines broken by the repeated force of his thrusts. You lean forward slightly, resting your head on his chest as he fucks you, your cheek pressed just above his pectoral muscle. Kai’s hands drift around your back, and one latches onto the back of your neck, pressing your face tighter against his body. You can’t tell if it’s an act of tenderness or one of malice – but your body responds by shuddering closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, too. 
It hits you suddenly; a pressure on your lower abdomen and a burning, but not the same kind of burn as before – it’s a new one. It feels like you’re holding back piss, but you know deep down you don’t have to. 
“Oh god,” you whisper. 
“What?” He asks, no concern in his voice. It’s more of an automated response than a caring one. 
“I feel like
 I’m going to
 oh god.” 
You feel Kai nod. “Good, let go.” 
The coil in your stomach winds tighter and after a few more thrusts, hitting a deep spot within you, snaps. You cry out as your cunt clenches around his cock, fluttering desperately in slick, dripping pulses. His thrusts get more feverish then, less controlled, and you feel the way his breathing hitches in his throat, his chest rising and falling with uneven pants. 
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he rasps. 
“I
” You hesitate. 
“Tell me, god damnit!” 
You jump and quickly stammer out an answer. “I want you to cum inside me! Please!” 
He does. Hard. 
In fact, he loses it so hard in you, pumping it deep inside your warm cunt that you feel it squeezing, dripping out the sides and pooling beneath you on the table. Kai doesn’t stop until his cock starts to soften within you, and only then does he pull out, backing his hips away from you. You whimper as his dick leaves you, but the physical contact remains. He still stands in front of you with a heaving chest, and strands of blue hair falling into his face.  
“Am I special, Kai?” 
“You are,” he responds, reaching up to brush the hair from your face. “And I’ll make sure everyone knows that.” 
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bloomzone · 23 days ago
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2025 : #14 take care of your energy
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✒..Energy is at the core of everything we do. It shapes how we feel, how we act, and even what we attract into our lives. If you’ve been feeling drained, stuck, or disconnected from yourself, it may be time to take a closer look at your energy care routine. Ask urself: do you have practices in place to reset and refresh your energy?
So how energy plays a key role in manifesting your dream life and how you can harness it to transform your day-to-day experience. !
Step 1: Energy Awareness
The first step in working with your energy is being aware of it. To effectively care for your energy, you need to know what you're working with. Awareness helps you identify areas that need healing or shifts, so you can address them before they become bigger issues.
How to Become Aware of Your Energy ?
Meditation: Try a body scan meditation to connect with how your body is feeling. Close your eyes, relax, and mentally check in with each part of your body—your head, chest, shoulders, legs. Notice any tension, discomfort, or emotional weight. Pay attention to what your body is trying to communicate, even if it’s a subtle feeling or thought.
Journaling: Take time to write down what’s on your mind. Brain dumping your worries, emotions, or stresses helps you understand your emotional state and energy. Are you holding onto negative thoughts? Is there an unresolved emotion lingering in your mind? Journaling allows you to externalize your feelings, giving you clarity and insight.
By practicing these techniques you’ll become more attuned to ur energy and better equipped to take care of it.
Step 2: Energy Cleansing
Once you’re aware of your energy, it's time to cleanse and reset it. Energy cleansing allows you to release built-up tension, negative emotions, and stagnant energy that may be weighing you down.
Methods for Energy Cleansing:
Breathing Techniques: Use your breath to reset your energy. Breathing exercises like the 4-7-8 technique (inhale for 4 counts, hold for 7 counts, exhale for 8 counts) can help calm your nervous system. Another method is box breathing, where u inhale for 4 counts, hold for 4 counts, exhale for 4 counts, and hold for 4 counts again. These slow, intentional breaths help clear out negative energy and bring balance !
Showering: A simple but effective way to cleanse your energy is by taking a shower. As the water washes away the dirt from your body, envision it also cleansing your mind and soul.
Walking in Nature: Stepping outside for a walk can instantly reset ur energy AND YOUR MOOD TOO .Nature has a natural ability to purify and refresh. Whether it’s a stroll in the park or a hike through the woods, walking outside shifts your environment and revitalizes your energy.
Decluttering Your Space: Your environment has a powerful impact on your energy. A cluttered space can make you feel overwhelmed, while a clean, organized environment promotes clarity and calmness. Make it a habit to periodically declutter and freshen up your space.
Step 3: Energy Redesign
Once you’ve cleansed your energy, it’s time to redesign it. This step allows u to actively shape how you want to feel and how you want your energy to flow. u can design your energy to match the kind of person you want to be and the life you want to lead.
How to Redesign Your Energy ?
Set ur Intentions: Start by asking yourself how you want your energy to be. How do you want to feel in the mornings, during the day, and at night? How do you want to show up for others? Visualize yourself embodying that energy, whether it’s confidence, calm, joy, or empowerment. Setting an intention gives u a clear direction for how to direct your energy throughout the day.
Use Visualization: After setting your intention, visualize yourself living it out. Imagine yourself walking through your day with the energy you want to embody. How does it feel? What does it look like? Visualizing this regularly allows you to rehearse this energy, making it easier to show up that way in real life.
Harness the Power of Sound: Sound can be an incredibly powerful tool in redesigning your energy. Whether it’s listening to motivating music, audio affirmations, or sound healing frequencies, sound helps shift the vibration of your energy. Curate playlists that align with the feelings you want to cultivate, and use them to enhance ur mood and energy.
Affirmations and Positive Self-Talk: Incorporate affirmations into your daily routine. Positive affirmations help reprogram your mind and align your energy with the goals you want to achieve. Speak to yourself kindly and empower your energy with affirming words.
By taking control of your energy, you take control of your life. With awareness, cleansing, and redesigning, you can manifest the life you desire and create a more vibrant, purposeful existence.
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windvexer · 2 months ago
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do you have any ideas on how to maybe get someone to understand how their actions hurt others through magic? do u think i could possibly write the request on a bay leaf and burn it and that would work (?)
I have no direct experience with the bay leaf wishing spell thing.
A classic solution is this:
Create a poppet of the person and trap it inside a mirror box, or have it face a mirror.
A mirror box can be handily created by carefully lining the inside of a small box (perhaps an old tea box) with tinfoil, shiny side reflecting inwards. Line all 6 sides.
If you use a mirror, any small mirror will do - perhaps one from a makeup compact, or a bulk mirror that can be bought for arts and crafts. But it should be small enough that you can put it up on a shelf with the poppet and have it be undisturbed.
Tell the poppet that it won't be allowed to look away until it's faced its behaviors and acknowledge what its done. Tell it that it may only close its eyes and rest when it's learned its lesson.
Of course, you probably ought define exactly what wrongs need to be acknowledged.
Leave the poppet in the mirror box, or facing a mirror, until the work is done.
You may determine the work is done through any variety of means; try wax scrying. Periodically, light a tealight or small candle to "wake up" the poppet and make sure it's filled with energy to do its work.
First, watch how the candle burns to see if omens may be gathered that way.
Second, when the candle is near the end of its life, drop the remaining wax into a dark dish full of water. If the candle is a tea light, pour the liquid wax; if a taper, turn it upside down and drip wax into the water.
Read the shapes that appear and interpret them to determine if the work has been done, or what stage the work is at; a handy symbol to keep watch for is an eye. An open eye may indicate realization, insight, and awareness; a closed eye may indicate the work is not done.
When the spell is done, desecrate and dispose of the poppet as desired; the mirror or mirror box may be saved for later use.
Additionally: You may find empowerment and catharsis in writing the person's wrongs directly onto the mirrored surface (perhaps with a sharpie pen), or on the reverse side; but don't block the mirrored surface with a piece of paper or anything else.
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Be for real, Jonathan/Mina are not 5% as fucked up as Mina with any other characters they put her up with like Dracula, Quatermain, Hyde, etc. Jonathan is human and perfectly good and nice guy, it pretty much ends all possibilities for twisted gothic relationships exploration. Cause people who pair Mina up with all those different male characters do it to explore forbidden or dark or twisted relationships. You can’t do it with Jonathan-there’s nothing twisted or forbidden there.
Hey friend, not sure if this is in earnest or diet trolling, but I'm going to try and lean towards assuming the former.
The three guys you mentioned are just Alan Moore in very thin masks.
Dracula is basically every director and writer's body pillow who they think should Get All the Ladies~ for voluptuous empowerment reasons (ignore the castle harem), but with Quatermain and Hyde specifically in your roster, I've got to assume you're referring to TLoEG Moore-Dracula and company. I won't waste our time going into all the reasons I hate this comic series for what it did to every single classic lit character unlucky enough to show up in it, let alone the especially disgusting treatment Mina gets. There is no version of this where I give that thing a fair chance.
So let's get straight to your point:
Jonathan is human and perfectly good and nice guy, it pretty much ends all possibilities for twisted gothic relationships exploration.
people who pair Mina up with all those different male characters do it to explore forbidden or dark or twisted relationships. You can’t do it with Jonathan-there’s nothing twisted or forbidden there.
I don't know if you've read the book or not. Maybe this is your first year Dracula Dailying, maybe you've already gone through the novel and just didn't hit the brakes like most of us did over certain ominous tell-tale points to examine the implications under some very concerning text. Either way, the novel is objective proof that you're wrong.
As is every adaptation and spinoff to ever come after its publication that 1) Turns Dracula or whoever else into Mina's only possible gothic romantic option and inevitably includes 2) Somehow removing Jonathan Harker from the board due to being played with all the feeling of a broom, getting killed, divorced, or afflicted with sudden-onset-shitty-bastard syndrome.
The thing is, your take on Jonathan--the very human heartwarming do-no-wrong sweetheart--is absolutely right...up until October 3rd. And then allll the way up to the climax in November. Because within that span of time, Jonathan Harker:
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Has a literal physical transformation in front of the entire group as Mina describes Dracula's assault. No metaphors here. His hair goes white. His eyes burn. He looks like a corpse. His hands turn cold. By the time of the climax, we find out that he now has a Glare on par with Dracula's basilisk gaze which sends enemies running upon eye contact. This is followed by a surprise dose of super strength ala his hoisting a box that took multiple men to carry even while empty, but now is full of soil and Dracula himself. He hefts it over his head and chucks it. Like nothing. Stoker never says exactly what Jonathan's deal is, but whatever it is by the book's end, It Is Not All Human.
2. Almost guts Dracula in his own house. He lizard fashioned himself out a window specifically to chase after Dracula in order to slaughter him in the middle of a crowded street and was only stopped from doing so because the Count escaped out of range.
3. Has the same determination at the prospect of needing to attack ordinary strangers if they obstruct their pursuit of Dracula. He says he's prepared to hang if need be. Meaning he's prepared to be caught and convicted of murder if it comes down to it.
4. Makes a secret oath. One that neither Mina or the heroes get to know. Namely, that if Mina winds up a vampire, he will not destroy or abandon her, but join her in her new state rather than forsake her. Mina as a human? Mina as a vampire? Mina in any form however saintly or monstrous? Still Mina to him. All other considerations are secondary to keeping with Mina and keeping Mina safe. He is prepared to prey on humanity for and with her if that's what it takes.
5. Keeps that oath secret and refuses to join the others in swearing to slay Mina if she rises as a vampire. Full stop. "It's the right thing to do! They did it for Lucy!" Jonathan Harker could not give less of a fuck. He's sitting there sharpening his kukri, now quietly reconciling with the notion that if Dracula is not put down, he may wind up turning the knife on his allies. Something we don't see in text, but the reader gets to connect the dots on. His silence itself is dangerous.
6. When he is finally forced to part ways with Mina for the sake of the hunt, he leaves her with her own gun. To use as she needs. Keeping in mind that, even if it were loaded with blessed bullets, we never once see a gun be successful in putting down a vampire. Throughout the book, the undead are only ended by beheading and staking. The gun is therefore not meant to save her from a vampire. She is heading off with Van Helsing for company, the guy who led the 'Behead and Impale the Bloofer Lady' party. As an ally, of course. Just as he was Lucy's ally. Once. (This weapon is yours, my love. Use it when you need it. On whoever it must be used on.)
But the most telling thing comes well before all of this. Even before he first swings his kukri at Dracula. One single line:
“I care for nothing now,” he answered hotly, “except to wipe out this brute from the face of creation. I would sell my soul to do it!”
This? This shit that Francis Ford Coppola flat-out stole from Mr. Harker and duct-taped to Oldman Sexyman Dracula for his erotic fanfiction? This is important. Because out of all the characters in the cast, Jonathan Harker knows the danger of the vampires very, very, very up close and personally after two months of psychological torture and exposure to unavoidable proof that demons are real, that they walk the Earth, and that the Powers that make them possible must also be real and gloating in actual factual Hell.
Meaning that Jonathan knew exactly how potent such a promise was. He was not joking. He was not making a hyperbolic gesture. He fucking meant it. Van Helsing, fresh from his library book binge on the subject and therefore rightly panicked, lays out the danger himself:
“Oh, hush, hush, my child!” said Van Helsing. “God does not purchase souls in this wise; and the Devil, though he may purchase, does not keep faith. But God is merciful and just, and knows your pain and your devotion to that dear Madam Mina. Think you, how her pain would be doubled, did she but hear your wild words..."
Jonathan spent his summer in a territory covered in crosses and vampire wards and dutiful prayer, buddy. He knows God is good enough to sting, but not enough to stop the undead fucker from preying on a full pious mountain range's worth of people like his personal feeding trough for 400+ years unhindered. If Jonathan needs the Devil on his side to end him, so be it. If he has to sign on with the undead fucker because Mina went full vampire and the only alternative is letting her be slain, so be that too.
Van Helsing, the suitors, the whole of the human population, his own humanity, even Mina's own martyr-plea for destruction rather than inflicting herself on the world, being kept under Dracula's thrall and luring Jonathan back into the same torment--None of That Matters to Him.
Jonathan Harker's only priority is Mina. Period. Over God, over humankind, over friends and foes and sanity. Mina's existence trumps them all in his mind. And if she were to stop existing, he would fall on his kukri as readily as he once risked death on the cliff or to the waiting wolves.
The end of Dracula allows him and Mina a happy ending. Stoker is a softie in the end and these characters who represent so much of a queer author's hopes--(My partner loves me unto blasphemy. Even if I am wrong, unclean, unfit in the world's eyes, this person loves me so dearly and madly that they will go to unthinkable extremes to protect me, no matter what.)--were due for a well-earned bliss. But he also makes it very clear all the way up to that point that the story could have gone wrong. Horrendously.
And in the hundred unwritten versions of the tale where Dracula got away, where Mina turned, where the good guys were too late? Jonathan Harker would be the sudden shadow at their backs, raising the kukri to strike.
Jonathan Harker cannot be allowed to exist as himself in any of the ~twisted gothic horror romances~ where authors and directors graft Mina into relationships with [INSERT BASTARD], because whether those creators know it or not, they have already fallen short of everything Jonathan Harker is and what he was prepared to do on Mina's behalf in the canon. The young man's immensely Unwell about his wife if you scratch even the thinnest layer of paint off him.
And if Stoker had given him half a reason to prove it, he'd have left a pile of valorous corpses behind in the Transylvanian snow.
tl; dr: Jonathan Harker is both a sweet little guy and a bit fucked up actually. He is not just allowed in the twisted gothic romance potential club, he is the club president. And he's married to the founder.
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Matt: "No, no." Milla: "I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. But I-- I just couldn't think of any way to approach you other than this." Matt: "It's just that you are mistaken about my being Daredevil. That story just isn't--" Milla: "I can't stop thinking about what happened the other day. When you saved me from that truck-- it really... I mean, I know you are in situations like that...every day...but I am not. Nothing like that has ever--" Daredevil vol. 2 #43 by Brian Michael Bendis, Alex Maleev, Matt Hollingsworth, and Cory Petit
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Matt: "Ironically, I'm not Daredevil." Kirsten: "Remarkably, you have a very slippery grasp of the truth for a l-a-w-y-e-r." Matt: "You really think I'm Daredevil." Kirsten: "I really know you're Daredevil. My nephew knows it, and he still believes in Santa. Let's get to why I'm here." Daredevil vol. 3 #1 by Mark Waid, Paolo Rivera, Javier Rodriguez, Joe Rivera, and Joe Caramagna
In any given superhero story where secret identities are a thing, it is always going to be a key factor in the relationship dynamic that the hero has with the other people in their life. For Matt Murdock, who experiences secret identity drama on scales previously unmeasured by science, that secret, and who knows it and who doesn't, quite often has the power to change everything. Whenever someone new enters his life, the arc of their relationship is frequently shaped by when, and how, they find out. Usually, it doesn't go well. In most cases, the big reveal is a shock to the status quo, a hurdle to overcome. Look at what happened when Maya first found out. Or Foggy. Or jeez, Heather.
But Milla and Kirsten exist in a special category all their own: they come into Matt's world already knowing--and not only that, but knowing with such conviction, and with so little interest in having the conversation at all, that even when Matt tries to uphold the lie, they just...ignore him. For Milla, Matt being Daredevil (and not only that, but being Daredevil and blind) is the key reason for her interest. She is thrilled by him. She thinks he's great, he saved her life, and she wants to ask him (him, Daredevil) out on a date. And Matt's first encounter with Kirsten, in the scene above, is due to his Daredevil identity leaking into his professional life: she comes from the D.A.'s office to advise him (him, Daredevil) that he might want to dial back his court appearances, because the fact that he's a suspected superhero is creating disruptions. Later, as their relationship turns romantic, Matt's increasingly halfhearted attempts to convince Kirsten that he's not Daredevil even get integrated into their flirtation.
Matt's Daredevil identity is all tied up in power and agency. It is a form of empowerment that he chose for himself following his father's murder, and one way he exerts and maintains control in his chaotic life is through having a say in who does or does not know his secrets. As Matt says in his perpetually-quotable conversation with Foggy at the end of Daredevil volume 3 #22: "I enjoyed having a big secret. When people make you feel like you're weak and helpless, it's empowering know something they don't", and the times when Matt has lost control of that secret have been nightmare ordeals for him. At the same time, history has shown how dangerous that secret can be to the people around him, especially those who haven't been given the full story about someone they are allowing into their orbit. And that's not to mention the toll on Matt; while secrets are empowering, they are also constraining, and since all the way back in the sixties he has resented his deep-seated need to split his identity into neatly-delineated boxes. Daredevil volume 4 allowed Matt a chance to experience true identity freedom, and he enthusiastically embraced it. In an ideal world, in a world where he didn't feel that need to control and safeguard the closest parts of himself, would he tell all of his friends, all of his prospective partners, anyone he wanted, that he was Daredevil right off the bat? Would it be a relief to avoid that moment of later shock and conflict he invites by keeping such a huge secret ticking like a time bomb? Maybe. (I might point toward his first interactions with Elektra as some evidence for the answer being "yes", at least in certain contexts).
Either way, it's compelling to have Milla and Kirsten as two examples of relationships in which the specter of secret identity angst does not even begin to exist; where the big secret is out on the table right from the start, whether Matt wants it to be or not. When he meets Milla, the circumstances are dire; his secret identity is in a huge amount of danger and he is extra paranoid about it. When Kirsten shows up, the situation is far more relaxed. But in both cases, it is a shift in the typical superhero/civilian power dynamic: Matt holds none of the cards and has to cope with losing that sense of control that's so important to him. At the same time, the guy is a daredevil. He likes being a little bit out-of-control. And it's neat to see him in this kind of a situation, where both sides know the score right from the beginning, and they are able to move forward without the burden of secret identity drama looming somewhere on the horizon.
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I read the post about women romanticizing enemies to lovers, and it reminded me of other posts I've seen where women were also criticized for enjoying the "I can fix him" trope. I'm not a huge fan of either trope, but I've read stories that featured them and I've enjoyed them a lot. I also think that there's a fundamental misunderstanding as to why women romanticize and enjoy these tropes (which you also touched on really well in your response to badger mole's post). I think the appeal of the enemies to lovers and the "I can fix him trope" is that a woman's personality (her compassion, her fierceness, her honesty, and any other character traits really) are significant enough that the man she loves would honor these things about her and respect her enough to work to become a man that she would love. It's a power fantasy for women, just like you said, but it's also a significance fantasy. The woman is the most significant person in her own story and to the person she loves (which fits perfectly with Zutara, because I think Zuko taking that lightning bolt for Katara is him finally letting himself admit that she is important enough to him that he would die for her).
Tbh, I'm not much interested in whether someone is shipping something for the "right" reasons. There have been numerous studies done on why women like dark romance tropes and psychologically, they're perfectly healthy to engage in. But even if they weren't, who cares?
I can tell you for sure what ISN'T empowering. This idea that female characters need to be locked up in a little box and never experience anything in stories except "what's best for her." You don't see people talking about male characters this way.
Writing a woman in peril is also about her being significant, being the center of her own story. If people had this attitude about how female characters have to be kept safe about male characters, 99% of the stories in pop culture wouldn't exist.
Avatar the Last Airbender? Well, why does Aang have to suffer through being the hero AND the last of his kind? Wouldn't it be better if he just stayed at home?
Yes, this is absolutely me throwing shade at every stupid person who whinges about Firelady Katara because "whyyy does it have to be Katara???"
Why do you have to be talking? These opinions are so boring and very far from whatever attempt the person saying it is making at social justice.
Firelady Katara is not even my most favorite zutara trope but some people just can't stop having opinions about other people's opinions.
Speaking of the lightning bolt, though, to me the empowerment in that scene is that Katara gets to save Zuko after he sacrifices everything for her, which is playing the trope in a way that I don't think I've ever seen before. I don't much like the "guy sacrifices everything for the girl" trope because it emphasizes her helplessness, but the fact that Katara gets to assert that she is NOT helpless and she's NOT going to let Zuko die for her is awesome.
But people focus on different things that they find empowering or important because people are different and not everyone feels empowered by the same things. And that's okay.
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There is a certain beauty in identity.
A very long speech. Some may not have the patience to read all of this, though I ask you try, but if you can't. All I ask is for you to find the very last paragraph and just read that. Just that, if you can't read everything else. If you can read it all, I thank you, this took me a while. All of you have a wonderful day.
It’s in the way we carry ourselves, in the way we fight, in the way we love, woven together like threads in an endless tapestry. Each thread, vibrant and unique, tells a tale of courage, self-discovery, and resilience. From your name, to your age, to your gender, to your race. Given to you from your birth, given to you by accident, given to you by choice, given by god, maybe given by the earth. However you obtained your identity, it is crafted to fit you. Every inch of you.
To every person who wakes up each day determined to live authentically: You are a masterpiece in motion. Your identity, no matter how it unfolds, is a beacon of light in a world that finds itself judging too quickly without much understanding of who you are and why you do. To every person who wakes up and tells themselves that they will not be silenced, that they will love and be loved, that will be kind and be given kindness tenfold: You prove yourself to have a heart of gold, one unmeltable by the society that we live in and the people who are cruel inside of it. To every person who wakes up and is ready to fight, bite and scratch with every bone in their body, prepared to use their tongue like a sword and their body like a shield: You are a warrior, powerful and strong, a wall that no one can climb over or knock down, one that will hold steady to protect those you love. To the people who cannot do a thing but try anyways, whether it be through social media or through simply knowing who you are: I love you, I promise we all do, and you have done your best, take a break, and breathe knowing we are there fighting for you.
There is beauty in knowing, in speaking, in making your own life. There is beauty in a denial slowly absolved, finding peace, finding love, finding community. There is a beauty in discovery, learning, asking, questioning. Whether you know who you are, whether you're not quite sure, or whether you've just begun to think, you are beautiful. Your mind is a machine, every decision a calculation, and every discovery a new lesson to be learned. Your heart is a music box, every emotion a song and every break a new melody. Let them work together to craft what you will be.
To those who cannot see a brighter future, to those who find themselves in holes where they can't climb out, to those who think that the rest of their lives will be in hiding, listen to me. You will not hide. There is a world where you do not have to be afraid. Where it isn't shameful to exist as you are. Where you are loved. Where those who hurt you will back down, knowing their own bigotry. Fight. Fight for them, fight for me, fight for you. Do not let yourself give into what they want you to. Do not let yourself see nothing but pain, the light at the end of the tunnel is not the light of a train, headed towards you at a speed you cannot understand, it is not the light of death, it is not the red and blue lights leading you to a cell for the crime of being alive. Believe me when I say it is the light of the sun as we enter the world and demand we be heard. You will be heard. There is no darkness where we go.
May we all strive to create a world where every identity is celebrated, a world where labels are tools of empowerment, not chains of limitation. May we embrace one another with open hearts and minds, recognizing that every person’s truth enriches the collective human experience. How many people in the past have not had the words to explain their experience? How many have had to live with a dysphoria they could not explain? How many hearts break every time someone calls them something they are not? Could we allow it to continue, when we could take their pain and let them speak through our voices?
Look at all we've done and where we've come. Look at who we've lost and who we've gained. Look at everyone who knows you are not a danger, you are not horrible, you are not foul, you are not deserving of pain, you are not meant to be hidden away. Look at what we could become. Look at what you have found.
You have found beauty. There is so much of it. Spilling out of every corner. Look at every flag we wave, every identity we share, every discussion we have, every place we've made. Do you not see the sparkle, like a diamond, in everything you've learned about? Do you not know how much light is brought by what we cherish most?
You bring so much beauty to this world too, you know? You. You, who's reading this now. I'm talking to you. You bring so much to this community. You bring so much to society. Please survive for me. If you do nothing else, if you don't fight, if you don't educate, if you can't do a thing, if there's too much. I only ask you to survive. That would be enough.
Everything we have right now, is so beautiful.
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✼ Hobie Brown x male!ballerina reader ✼
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You and Hobie started going out about 6 months ago. You met at a black-empowerment student group on your campus years before you had started seeing each other, and you remembered him starkly because he was the only person in the room who had brought up any kind of black queer issue, to which he was quickly shut down. He never returned to the group, and you always thought he was so much cooler than you for that. Being the only dark face in a line of pinky white dancers every day meant that you couldn't give up the small community of black people you had amongst the students. Even if it meant nodding along with arguments like 'gay black folks give us a bad name.' Hobie would never do that. Hobie would have said something. Its part of the reason he swore to never return to organized liberation movements. "If the movement cant be translated to a mentality, its not worth your time my love," he had told you, and you had just smiled, because you knew you would never be as brave and he was. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him.
He brought you flowers on your first date. They were haphazardly picked and thrown about, clearly hand picked from someones garden he had pilchered, wrapped in an old newspaper. You loved them more than anything anyone had ever given you. You still kept them pressed in between a stack of books you kept at your hostel.
He came to every single one of your shows. Even the ones he couldn't afford, at fancy recital halls that made you feel out of place, he would find a way to sneak into the audience. One time, he even managed to get a job as a lighting guy a month before your biggest performance of the year so that he would be there. You still tease him about it.
The first time you went to one of his shows, you stuck out like a sore thumb. It was right after rehearsals, so you were still in your pink leotard and sheer brown leggings. Angry boys with spiked clothing kept on bumping up around you as the crowd bobbed up and down with the loud music. You couldn't find Hobie anywhere, and you didn't know why you did what you did, but when a particularly hard shove landed you on your hands and knees, scraped up from the grain of the cement floor, you called out for your boyfriend. "Hobie!" You shouted, almost certain he wouldn't hear as the crowd around you swallowed up the noise. Only he did hear, and not a moment later he was behind you, wrapping his long lanky arms around your waist as he pulled you back onto your feet. "You alright sweetheart?" He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. "Just got a bit overwhelmed. Sorry Hobes." You replied. He shook his head fondly at you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Come with me?"
You spent the rest of the concert in the sound box above the stage, wrapped up in Hobie's big flannel jacket as you cheered on the lovely man you were beginning to fall in love with.
When he told you about the mask, about his other life as a webslining vigilante, you found that you weren't even surprised. Of course, your anti-cop, pro-punk politics boyfriend was Spiderman. It was the first time you had seen him look nervous, so you took his face in your hands and pressed his forehead agaisnt your own. "You're the bravest person I know. I am so proud of you," you whisper against his lips. And then, because it had to be said "don't you ever let yourself get hurt." He kissed you gently and promised.
He broke that promise less than a week later. You were warming up in your room before your first class, far earlier than anyone else was awake, which was why the loud banging on your door startled you so much. Never in a million years did you expect a bloody and battered Hobie Brown to fall into your room. He wouldn't let you call the police. Wouldn't even let you call an ambulance. You would never forget the rasping noise he made as he lay on your floor, blood soaking through your carpet.
You didn't speak to him for weeks after it happened. You were able to bribe some of the medical students from the STEM section of the campus to stitch up your clumsy boyfriend who had fell down the stairs. Apparently, it wasn't even that deep of a wound, just happened to nick a part of the body that blead a lot or something like that. You still woke up shaking when you thought about it.
Hobie does everything to get you to forgive him. He leaves flowers inside your ballet locker everyday, steals new lace for your shoes from the silk shop he knows you lone but can never afford. He apologizes again and again, but you can't look at him without seeing the gasping expression on his face as you thought you were watching him die. It's not until he does the one thing you thought he would never do, the one place where Hobie Brown swore he would never show his face again.
He was at the next black empowerment meeting you attended. You couldn't help the visible shock fall onto your face. "Just for the record, I don't like it here." He stated plain and clear before the meeting had even started. "I think you lot are a bunch of bootlicking, regressive posers who wouldn't know what respectability politics looked if they smacked you in the face." Hobie brought his gaze to his shoes, black locs falling over his eyes. "But I fucked up. I really scared someone I care about, and I dont know how to make it right. He's one of the bravest people I know, and I am so lucky that in some capacity, he chose me." Hobie looked up, directly at you now, "I love you sweetheart. I'm sorry, I should have never put you in that position. Let me make it up to you. However I can baby, let me make it up to you."
You stopped going to meetings. Hobie introduced you to a group of black ballet dancers who he had met when a theater had accidentally double booked his band, and suddenly your community was started to look a lot bigger than the arts campus. He promised you that he would always go to the hospital when he was hurt like that, even if it meant supporting a system of bourgeois control over public health that contributed to the futile distribution of wealth under capitalism. You didn't quite catch that last part. He kept his promise. He made it up to you.
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The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is more than just a story of struggle—it’s a searing testament to the experience of womanhood in a world that feels both suffocating and indifferent. Through the journey of Esther Greenwood, Plath lays bare the emotional landscape of a young woman who is vibrant, intelligent, and ambitious yet overwhelmed by a society that constantly attempts to box her into roles she can’t bear. Esther’s voice feels like a whisper of every woman who has ever been told to smile when her heart is breaking, to aspire only as far as others allow, and to fit a mold that feels so fundamentally wrong.
The bell jar becomes a haunting metaphor not only for depression but for the stifling effect of societal expectations on women. Esther wants to live fully, to explore, to create, to breathe in a way that feels true to herself. Yet the weight of traditional expectations—marriage, family, a carefully prescribed life path—presses down on her like thick glass, trapping her in a bubble where she feels unseen and unheard. Her breakdown isn’t just personal; it’s a revolt against a world that refuses to see her as whole. She’s not just fighting for her mind; she’s fighting for the right to be her own person in a world that denies her that right.
Plath’s portrayal of Esther resonates as an anthem of female empowerment, one that doesn't rely on rosy resolutions but instead validates the reality of women who struggle against invisible shackles. There’s a courage in Esther’s story—a courage to admit fragility, to voice feelings society often ignores or shames, and to refuse to simply “get better” and go along with the life she’s been given. Esther’s journey is not about fitting in or following a predefined path; it’s about the lonely, often painful journey of discovering who she truly is beneath the weight of others’ expectations.
The power of The Bell Jar lies in its vulnerability, its defiance, and its quiet rage against a world that sees women as little more than what they can offer others. It’s a reminder that sometimes, survival itself is a powerful act of rebellion. For every woman who has felt trapped, every woman who has questioned her place, every woman who has struggled to reconcile who she is with who she’s told to be, The Bell Jar is both a mirror and a call to break free. It tells us that our pain, our stories, and our voices matter—that they have power, even if the world tries to silence them.
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azi-yaps · 1 year ago
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The Sandman female characters - why are they buried?
I'm gonna make a series of my thoughts on the female Sandman characters, both critiques of how they're treated and appreciation posts for them. (These are just my opinions, everyone is entitled to their own) Hope you enjoy!
Also tagging @thesandwomen because I'm also very curious to hear your takes on her.
Part 1: Rose Walker
As a character, she gets an obscene amount of hate. Even her actress was bullied terribly when the show came out (which is a whole other issue).
The thing with Rose Walker is that she's strong, complex, powerful, but not in necessarily always visible ways.
She's making her own way in life, traumatized but loving, ambitious and creative. Her inner dialogue and workings is complex and tragic but not in always... I guess cinematic or traditional ways.
She shows the realistic side of someone, specifically someone growing up through tragedy.
She's endlessly creative but she's cursed as this Vortex which destroys and she can't escape that, unless she dies. While she's going through all this she's dragged for not being more dynamic or charismatic.
I found Rose Walkers character to be awfully realistic, because in my eyes, a way of interpreting her story is that one of a young woman, growing up, promising and creative, has been pushed down by society and other people's actions against her. She's creative, loving, ambitious, searching for her brother and making a life for herself. But then she's pulled down into this Vortex, this series of awful and inexplicable events where things are happening around her, she knows she's causing it, and she can't stop it, and the only way to solve it is to die and leave a life she has fought for so hard.
Strange people are telling her what to do, she doesn't understand it entirely, but she does it to the best of her ability. She pushes back at them (Dream and the Corinthian) at times, because what else can she do?
In the end, she ends up with one of her last living relatives dying in front of her and realizing there was no other way for it to turn out. And she's hated, because throughout these events, she isn't entertaining enough.
I'm not someone best suited to talk on the racism that undoubtedly impacted how the fandom impacted the character, but it's worth noting that racism certainly played a role.
Rose Walker shows the sides of a character, specifically a young, strong woman character that I feel like isn't often marketed.
Some of those who claim "girl power" dislike her because she isn't what they're used to seeing. I'm not claiming that she's revolutionary, I'm saying that she IS that type of character, portrayed perhaps more realistically.
She is powerful but she's not cocky and smiley and she won't punch you in the face. Female characters are only perhaps worth paying attention to if they have any qualities that are surface level beneficial or amusing to the audience.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that Rose Walker is disliked because she's realistic, she has no amusing qualities.
Female characters often have stock marketable traits, such as humour, physical strength, or maybe magical. It's almost as if they're being paraded around, but not as a celebration but as a freak show. These are fake empowerment characters, and I feel like a lot of the basis for initial main female characters in big media pieces was written like this.
Rose Walker has marketable traits, but mixed in there are the real thoughts of a young woman, panicked and trapped and loving, and deeply honest. And it's honesty people don't like.
A young woman's struggle isn't fun to watch, it's not funny, there's no action, it's realistic.
I'm not trying to call her the female character of all time, I'm just trying to articulate my thoughts.
Rose Walker can make people uncomfortable. A female character not being pushed into the box of marketable, but real.
I think it's telling that we as a fandom dismissed her because of her lack of marketable qualities, because if you look deeper into the character, there's so much more.
Anyway, I hope this didn't come off as too rant-y, and thanks for reading!
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Current Events
This year continued to be A Lot and we decided to ensure that there were charities that directly addressed current events. Folded into this post are groups that work for aid targeting every natural disaster as well as man-made ones, climate change, rights under attack, and the ongoing pandemic. If you're looking for an organization that directly addresses any of those, this is your spotlight post.
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Center for Reproductive Rights
The Center for Reproductive Rights is the only global legal advocacy organization dedicated to ensuring reproductive rights are protected in law as fundamental human rights for the dignity, equality, health, and well-being of every person. With local partners across five continents, they have secured legal victories before national courts, UN Committees, and regional human rights bodies on issues such as access to life-saving obstetrics care, contraception, maternal health, and safe abortion services and the prevention of forced sterilization and child marriage.
Clean Air Task Force
As we've seen for a long time now but especially this year with constant natural disasters and alarming news from all over the world, climate change is real and we need to do something about it. Over the past 25 years, CATF, a group of climate and energy experts who think outside the box to solve the climate crisis, has pushed for technology innovations, legal advocacy, research, and policy changes. Their goal is to achieve a zero-emissions, high-energy planet at an affordable cost.
Electronic Freedom Foundation
The leading nonprofit defending civil liberties in digital spaces, EFF champions user privacy, free expression, and innovation through impact litigation, policy analysis, grassroots activism, and technology development. They fight against online censorship and illegal surveillance, advocate for net neutrality and data protection, and more so that technology supports freedom, justice, and innovation for everyone. 
Innocence Project
The mission of the Innocence Project is deceptively simple: exonerate those who have been wrongly convicted through the use of DNA evidence. The reality of it involves much broader strokes covering support for exonerees rebuilding their lives post-release and criminal justice reform through targeted litigation and the implementation of laws to prevent wrongful conviction. They strive to restore freedom for the innocent, transform the systems responsible for unjust incarceration, and advance the freedom movement.
International Rescue Committee 
Founded in 1933, the IRC is a long-standing trusted partner in supporting those whose lives have been upended by sudden violence, political or natural. They are no stranger to areas of disaster and conflict throughout the world as they currently work in 40 countries. The IRC provides emergency aid and long-term assistance, including refugee settlement, and focuses on health, education, economic well-being, empowerment, and safety. 
MĂ©decins Sans FrontiĂšres/Doctors Without Borders (MSF)
Odds are you’ve heard of MSF, the global organization that sends trained medical professionals to the places they’re needed most. MSF has been working globally for over 50 years, providing medical assistance to people affected by conflict, epidemics, disasters, or exclusion from healthcare—no matter what. They’re guided by principles of independence, impartiality, and neutrality to global political policies or movements. 
Oceana
Oceana is the largest international advocacy organization for ocean conservation. To protect and restore the world’s oceans, they campaign globally for policies that stop overfishing and plastic pollution, protect habitats and the climate, and increase biodiversity. Oceana conducts its own scientific research and expeditions, is engaged in grassroots activism, and is involved in recommending and supporting policies and litigation.
Palestine Children's Relief Fund
PCRF delivers crucial, life-saving medical relief and humanitarian aid to children and families in Palestine and throughout the Middle East, especially those in Gaza and Lebanon's refugee camps. In addition to providing free medical care, equipment, medicine, and treatment, PCRF also supplies clean water, hygiene kits, food, and other necessities. Their programs include mental health and amputee projects, support for infrastructure plans such as hospital expansions to improve healthcare access, and sponsorships for children who are disabled, orphaned, or in need of medical treatment or surgery.
Partners In Health
Founded by Paul Farmer when he was still in medical school, PIH is committed to bringing exceptional health care to every corner of the planet. PIH also works to provide access to food, transportation, housing, and other key components of healing to the most vulnerable. Their work started in Haiti but has expanded rapidly across the globe. 
Transgender Law Center
Transgender Law Center, the largest trans-specific and trans-led organization in the U.S., changes law, policy, and attitudes so that all people can live safely and authentically and free from discrimination regardless of their gender identity or expression. Through its precedent-setting litigation victories and community-driven programs, TLC protects the rights of transgender and gender nonconforming people in areas spanning employment, prison conditions, education, immigration, healthcare, and more.
Undue Medical Debt
Over 100 million Americans (one in three) are struggling with paying off medical bills. COVID has only added to those numbers, putting people under significant financial burden and emotional distress. This organization buys up medical debt in order to forgive it with no tax consequences to donors or recipients. Donate just $1 and you wipe out $100 of someone's medical debt, $100 to get rid of $10,000 in debt, and so on—the ripple effect is real. Through their work, Undue Medical Debt not only helps with financial relief but also brings attention to the need for a more compassionate, transparent, equitable, and affordable healthcare system.
Waterkeeper Alliance
In 1966, this movement was started by a band of blue-collar fishermen pushing back against industrial polluters, and their tough spirit remains intact through the 300+ local community groups that make up the global Waterkeeper Alliance today. The Alliance works to ensure, preserve, and protect clean and abundant water for all people and creatures. Their programs are diverse, spanning from patrolling waterways against polluters to advocating for environmental laws in courtrooms and town halls and educating in classrooms.
World Central Kitchen
Started by Chef José Andrés, WCK makes sure that people are fed in the wake of humanitarian, climate, and community crises. Their programs advance human and environmental health, offer access to professional culinary training, create jobs, and improve food security. WCK also teaches food safety and cooking classes to native people who live where disasters have occurred, so they may open restaurants and support the local economy more permanently. You can follow where WCK is currently on the ground assisting and feeding people affected by natural and man-made crises here.
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