#INCREDIBLE VISION
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inkskinned · 5 months ago
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the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.
women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.
what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.
i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.
fuck, man. write better material.
a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.
god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.
this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.
we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.
i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -
it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.
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bixels · 9 months ago
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I watched Starship Troopers tonight.
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little-luna-llama · 6 months ago
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I KNOW RIGHT I KEEP WINNING
Also I'm seeing a lot of "oooooo dark choco is gonna sacrifice himself for dark cacao or get hurt"
Consider:
Dark Cacao sacrificing himself for Dark Choco, because he's realised that resolution doesn't die with him. Dark Choco taking up the grapejam chocoblade in his father's stead, and cacao gets that whole "awakened form" (it better be a magical girl moment I swear) by learning the true meaning of resolution and its role against apathy.
Literally giving enchantix.
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cassettemoon · 2 years ago
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How exactly did the movie ninja meet again?
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goldensunset · 5 months ago
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“He was lonely…”
“He was trying to destroy everything around him! That is not the same as a lonely child! We can’t allow that!”
“The power of the mask made him do it. It was too much for him to handle.”
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gentlebeard · 6 months ago
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Life's a dick. But it got so much better when I fell in love with you.
Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Experience by Ludovico Einaudi, Daniel Hope & I Virtuosi Italiani YouTube || inspired by @blakbonnet
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sholmeser · 2 months ago
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i’ve seen “i’m with you snake now and always” a million times but i feel like people don’t talk about this bit from the very same scene in the mgs4 novel NEARLY enough
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partfae · 28 days ago
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https://www.artstation.com/artwork/DvbLV9
Desperately need everyone to see this concept art from Julien Gauthier, one of the art directors on Rings of Power, because 1) it's incredible and 2) the HANDS?????
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internetgreatesthits · 14 days ago
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von-leg · 2 years ago
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Inside the mind of Alhaitham
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I just find the idea of Alhaitham inviting people over without informing Kaveh very silly
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evenmorecrows · 17 days ago
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modern rookanis au where spite is lucanis' cat who at best coexists with him and constantly knocks shit off counters and will find lucanis only to sit in front of him and yell. and then lucanis and rook get together and rook meets spite and spite immediately latches on. still a little shit, still a freak but he'll let rook pet him and he'll sit in their lap and Maybe even purr.
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scout-in-situations · 6 months ago
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Scout getting top surgery
Today Scout is getting top surgery!
and boy am i jealous
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i choose to believe this is how it happened. medic blasted him and they just flew off
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skyward-floored · 7 months ago
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Glasses
(Incredibles au)
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“They’re back!”
At Wind’s shout, Wild shot up and bolted outside to the car pulling into their driveway, slightly using his speed even though he wasn’t supposed to. Four didn’t even have time to tell him to wait before his older brother was hanging off Twilight’s arm and shaking him.
Four felt a flash of annoyance as Wind ran ahead of him as well, but he stuffed it down and ran out to join them, and arrived just in time to hear the tail end of Wind and Wild’s begging.
“Where is it Twi? I want to see your photo! Warriors said they always look bad, I want to see! Let me see it!” they hounded simultaneously, but Twilight only brushed Wild’s hand off his arm with a morose look.
“I didn’t get it.”
Wild stopped in his tracks, and Four and Wind looked at each other, then back at Twilight.
“You... you didn’t get it? Why? How?” Wild said incredulously. “It’s a learner’s permit! They’re like, impossible not to get!”
“How did that happen?” Four asked in confusion.
“Apparently I can’t see well enough to drive,” Twilight mumbled, putting his hands in his pockets. “They said I have to get glasses if I want one.”
“Glasses?!”
Twilight nodded glumly, and his brothers looked at him in disbelief.
“There’s no way you need glasses, your vision is great!” Four said with no small indignation on his brother’s behalf, and Twilight just sighed.
“Apparently it’s not good enough to pass the vision test for driving,” he said as Time also got out of the car. “I have to get them, or no learner’s permit.”
“But that’s not fair!” Wind cried, and Time put a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s to keep the roads safe, Wind. You wouldn’t want someone who could barely see driving a car next to you, would you?” their father asked, and Wind relented a little.
“...okay, I guess not. But Twi can see fine! He’s never had trouble with looking at stuff!”
“I just barely didn’t pass,” Twilight grumbled. “I swear that lady had it out for me, I think she made the pictures blurrier on purpose.”
“Well we’ll see when we take you in for a proper eye appointment,” Time sighed, and Twilight nodded, still looking disappointed. Their father went inside, and Four watched as Twilight followed him, shoulders slumped and ears drooping.
“Poor Twi,” Wild said, shaking his head in disbelief. Four had to agree.
What a way to find out you needed glasses. And how could Twilight need glasses anyway? His vision was fine!
...then again, now that Four was thinking about it, sometimes Twilight did have some trouble seeing farther away stuff...
Well. It was still unfair.
“Well maybe he won’t actually need them,” Wind piped up. “He said the lady there didn’t like him, right? Maybe she was exaggerating, and when he goes to the eye doctor there won’t be anything wrong!”
“Maybe,” Four said doubtfully.
“Well... I’m gonna go see if Mom has cake ingredients,” Wild said as he began to walk back in the house. “Cake makes everything better.”
“Better make it carrot cake,” Wind said as he followed him. “It’ll help with Twi’s eyes.”
Four raised an eyebrow. “Wind, that’s not a real thing.”
“Well it might be, you never know!”
(...)
A week later, the three of them were once again waiting at the window when Twilight got out of the car, and Wild ran to greet him, Wind and Four trailing behind. This time though, Twilight didn’t even look at any of them, brushing past Wild and turning into a wolf the moment he was safely inside.
“Uh oh,” Four said, and they all looked at their father as he got out of the car.
Time wordlessly held up a glasses case.
“Oh no, poor Twi,” Wind moaned, and Wild looked back at the house. “The carrot cake didn’t work!”
“Wind you didn’t seriously think that was going to help, did you?” Four asked as he raised an eyebrow, and Wind shrugged.
“Well I was hoping for Twilight’s sake.”
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Wild said, but his father snagged his shirt before he could run off, shaking his head.
“Not right now, Wild, he’s not in the best mood. You can talk to him later,” Time said. “Give him some space for now.”
Wild nodded, and Time released his shirt, Four hearing him let out a sigh. Then he walked into the house, probably to tell their mother about the glasses. Legend scooted past him as he walked in, and joined his brothers on the lawn, scratching at his hat.
“I’m guessing by the grumpy wolf in our living room that Twilight didn’t have a good time at the eye doctor?” he asked.
“He got glasses,” Wind reported solemnly, and Legend blinked.
“...That’s all? Sheesh, you’d think he was going blind or something the way he looked at me and ‘rule. Why’s he so upset? They’re just glasses.”
“Are you kidding? Do you remember back when that one guy in Twi’s class got glasses? Everybody teased him, you wouldn’t want to be called four-eyes all the time, would you?” Wild said, then looked at Four. “No offense.”
Four shrugged, unbothered by the phrase (it wasn’t like he had glasses), and Legend raised an eyebrow. “But I thought he just has them for driving, he won’t even need them at school.”
“Unless his eyesight gets worse,” Four pointed out, and Wind elbowed him. “Ow, just sayin’.”
Four rubbed his side as they all began to trail back inside, and Wild scratched his head thoughtfully. “What I don’t get is that I thought wolves had good eyesight,” he said, looking confused. “How does Twilight need glasses if that’s true?”
Four perked up. “Well, they have good all-around vision, but their distance vision isn’t as good as Hylians. They can see movement pretty far away, but not clear details, plus the colors are a bit more muted then what we see,” he rattled off, and his brothers all stared at him. Four coughed. “...I got a wolf book from the library the other week.”
“Well anyway, I bet he’ll get used to the glasses,” Legend shrugged as he kicked his shoes off and walked away. “I’m just not looking forward to him being all mopey in the meantime though.”
A few of them nodded in agreement, and Four peeked into the living room. Twilight was flopped on the floor with his head sitting on his paws, and when he noticed Four looking, he got up and plodded away, tail drooping.
His brothers all watched him pad away, then looked at each other.
“...You’d better make another cake, Wild.”
(...)
Nobody saw much of Twilight the rest of the day, though Four tried to search him out a few times. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to be consoled, and Four went to bed that night wondering if he could do anything to help him.
He couldn’t take away Twilight’s glasses, but there had to be something he could do.
But what?
When Four woke up the next morning he hadn’t had any brilliant ideas, but went he into the bathroom, he found Twilight staring at himself in the mirror, a pair of glasses on his face.
Four froze, then hesitantly walked forward, studying his brother. Twilight flicked an ear at the sound of his footsteps, but didn’t say anything. Just kept looking at himself.
“Morning Twi,” Four ventured, leaning on the counter.
“Mornin’,” Twilight replied distantly, still staring at his reflection.
Four studied him for a second in silence, a bit struck at the unfamiliar figure in the mirror. It was still Twilight, but the glasses changed his appearance a fair amount. Having the frames on his face made Twilight look a little odd already, but he also looked... older, somehow, like he was an adult or something.
...Four wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“You’re trying on your glasses, huh?” Four asked after a minute, and Twilight nodded.
“Yeah. The doctor said I should wear them around so I’m used to them before I try and get my learner’s again or anything.”
“Well they look fine to me,” Four said, and Twilight gave him a half-smile.
“Thanks Smithy,” he said as Wild walked in, their other brother pausing as he grabbed his toothbrush.
“Whoa, weird. They make you look older,” Wild said, tilting his head and staring. “Like... kinda like Dad? But with glasses.”
“Dad with glasses. Thanks Wild,” Twilight snorted, but he didn’t look too bothered. Maybe he’s feeling better about them?
“Well what did you want me to say? That you look like a nerd?” Wild asked, and Twilight gave him a flat look.
“No, actually. Thanks.”
“Well he does kinda look like a nerd,” Legend said as he wandered in, drawn by the sound of their conversation. “A nice nerd. The kind that knows how to do calculus but still cries at baby birds— ack!”
While Legend was speaking, Twilight had reached over and grabbed him.
Four ducked out of the way while Legend tried to escape, and Wild laughed as Twilight noogied his brother, somehow managing to make Legend’s bedhead even messier.
“Alright alright stoppit! I take it back, you don’t look like a nerd!” Legend squawked, and Twilight released him, dusting his hands off. Legend grumpily smoothed his hair down, then smirked a little. “...they do make you look like some old dusty professor though.”
Twilight grabbed at him again, but Legend ducked and turned invisible, laughter and rapid footsteps quickly retreating from the room. Twilight huffed, and as he looked back at Wild and Four, Wild quickly muffled his laughter.
“Ah whatever, go ahead and laugh,” Twilight said with an eye roll. “I know they make me look dorky.”
Four frowned at the hint of bitterness in his voice. Okay, so maybe he isn’t feeling better about them after all. “I don’t think they make you look dorky,” he defended, and Wild nodded, starting in on brushing his teeth.
“I fink they make youwook fmart,” he said with a mouthful of toothpaste. “Wike a fwibrarian or somefwin.”
“Like a Librarian. Right. Just the look I want,” Twilight sighed, and he looked at himself in the mirror again.
Wild finished brushing and spat, and Four caught Twilight’s sleeve, making sure he was looking.
“Don’t listen to Legend, he’s just being dumb,” Four said. “And Wild. I think the glasses look nice, they don’t make you look bad.”
“Hey, I never said they looked bad,” Wild defended, and Twilight snorted.
“You kinda implied it.”
“Okay well maybe I did, but I wasn’t trying to.” Twilight still looked unimpressed. “Okay okay, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you; if anyone at school gives you trouble, I’ll beat them up,” Wild said with a grin as he pounded his fist into his palm.
“No, nope, no fights at school,” Twilight said, but there was a faint smile on his face. “I appreciate the thought, though. Thanks Wild. And you too, Four.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” Wild said with some finger guns, though the effect was a bit ruined by the toothpaste on his chin. Then he zipped off, and Twilight and Four were left alone again.
Twilight glanced at the mirror and his smile fell a bit, and Four frowned. “Hey Twi?”
“Yeah?” his older brother asked, and Four nudged him.
“I think you look nice. For real. The glasses make you look... mature. Smart,” Four said. “And I’d split now and tell you with four people except Red would probably cry and I don’t want to look like I’ve been crying.”
Twilight chuckled, and gave his hair a bit of a ruffle. “No worries. Thanks Four.”
Four smiled. “You’re welcome.”
The two of them finished in the bathroom then, Four still keeping an eye on Twilight. He still didn’t seem too happy about the glasses, giving his reflection an uneasy look as they left the bathroom, but at least he seemed more cheery overall as they went downstairs. That was a win in Four’s book.
And if anyone at school did give Twilight any flack about the glasses... well.
Maybe Wild’s idea wasn’t such a bad one.
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panncakes · 11 months ago
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Phi. Hmm? Why can't I see you?
LAST TWILIGHT (2023)
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rzc11 · 1 month ago
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My headspace on the weekends
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stealingyourbones · 10 months ago
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Working on the twitch streamer Tucker animatic and I decided to cave and switch from animating in Photoshop to Adobe Animate and oh bOY are the controls confusing
Oh and update on it all, I have completed the script, storyboard, and Tucker’s emotes. Next is voice acting and animation.
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