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targaryenmarvel · 5 months ago

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A Stark Legacy (1)

Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Summary: The life of a Stark is tumultuous, especially when you are the only daughter of the technology magnates. You find yourself at a crossroads, struggling to meet your father's towering expectations while also pursuing your desires. This turning point is marked by the arrival of a certain green-eyed girl, a meeting that not only disrupts your world but also sets your heart on fire. Will you finally follow your heart or conform to your father's expectations?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,333

The unmistakable aroma of salt invaded the air as the gentle summer breeze carried the scent from the ocean. The gentle scent filled your lungs and reinvigorated your body as you took in the picturesque image before you. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the once-deep blue water began to take on new hues. The sky slowly turned from a bright blue to a deep purple, mingled with red, orange, and pink shades, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Despite the roar of the waves, your senses are overpowered by the cheerful and lively chatter of the people around you as they roam in the spacious and meticulously decorated backyard.

Tables littered the well-maintained lawn, some with guests and others with foods ranging from fruits with chocolate-covered pretzels to charcuterie boards and sushi—anything you could desire. Not far away stood a cocktail bar with an impressive champagne tower. While the sun was out, there was no need for any lighting, but as it gave way to darkness, string lights hung all through the yard, taking over the task and creating an almost rivaling image of the sunset ocean.

An atmosphere not uncommon for you as the daughter of technology magnates Howard and Maria Stark. There, amongst the crowd, you could see your father engaged in an animated discussion with an investor. You rolled your eyes. Only your father would discuss business at your birthday party. It was a miracle he had even come, considering work outweighed his priorities as a father. His rare appearance at your celebration had resulted from your mother's persistence or, more so, threats of leaving her share of the company in Tony's control. Although you typically didn't mind his absence after years of disappointment, you were grateful for your mother's actions, knowing he needed to be there for what you had planned.

Tonight, you would give him what he wanted and make him proud despite his faults as a father. Let him be the family man he so often played in front of the cameras—the picture-perfect family portrayed on magazine covers that photographers frequently complimented.

In reality, your family was anything but loving, specifically your father. In the solidarity of your home, your father rarely showed affection, and when he did, it was always towards your mother. He only seemed to have harsh words and expectations for your brother and you. Though you had always resented your father's behavior, your mother and brother, Tony, compensated for his lack of love.

Then there was your saving grace, your childhood best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. He was the son of your father's business partner and his mother, an associate in your mother's charity organization. So it wasn't surprising that you became best friends, attending the same boring gatherings your parents hosted and causing mayhem until your fathers scolded you.

Twenty years later, he remained by your side. His usual crazy brown hair was slicked back, and two of the buttons of his white shirt were left undone. The outfit was paired with black slacks, loafers, and a Rolex on his wrist. His blue eyes crinkled in joy as your gaze crossed, and he clutched your hand tighter while motioning with his chin at your father.

Across the room, your father moved to sit with your mother and brother. Perfect, you thought. You gave Bucky a final smile before you pulled away to join your family, and he made his way to the live band stage.

Your brother was the first to notice your presence as he set down his whisky drink.

"There she is," Tony exclaimed, inebriated. Your father clenched his jaw, throwing daggers at your brother with his gaze. "Are you enjoying yourself, birthday girl?"

"Damit, Anthony. Can you behave yourself for once?" he asked through clenched teeth, giving a false smile as someone passed by. "You are no longer a teenager. You are a man. Now act like one before I make you."

Tony scoffed, ready to retaliate, but your mother quickly intervened. She rubbed your father's arm, willing him to calm down.

"Honey, please. We are celebrating our daughter. Let us not taint this moment with petty squabbles. Our daughter deserves better. Besides, we all know how this will end if it continues," she said, alluding to countless screaming matches between the two. Your father huffed but said nothing else. "Tony, please. For your sister," she continued with your brother, who still looked ready to pounce.

Tony deflated, eyes softening as he looked at you before he nodded. "Enjoying the party, peanut," he asked again, using your childhood nickname.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it's been amazing. Thank you both for tonight."

"Oh, sweetheart, don't thank us. You deserve it, and if anything, it's James you should thank," your mother responded.

"I'll make sure to do that."

"Where is James?" your father asked, looking around frowning. "George and I need to speak with him about the project. Where is he?"

On cue, Bucky appeared. A high-pitched ring filled the air, cutting through the music as he held a microphone. Bucky laughed nervously, raising a hand to the crowd. "Sorry, everyone. The music will be back, I promise. I want to take a moment to toast in honor of Y/N's birthday." He motioned for a server to bring him a glass of champagne.

"As most of you know, Y/N and I have known eachother since before we could walk. She is my person, my rock during the most harrowing moments when I questioned my existence—teenagers, so dramatic, am I right?" Chuckles rang through the room at Bucky's words. "Anyways, I am trying to say that I am incredibly grateful for your existence, friendship, and, most importantly, for the last two years as partners. I can only hope you feel the same way because if you don't, this will be extremely awkward," Bucky kneeled as his hand reached into his pocket, pinching a diamond-encrusted ring. Gasps ranged throughout the air. Through blurry eyes, you could see your mother clutching at her chest, and your father's usually stoic face merged into surprise; your brother, for once, remained without reaction. Though you did dwell on the fact as you stood from your seat, you slowly made your way through the crowd towards Bucky.

"The last two years have been the most exhilarating and unforgettable of my life. Every day with you has been an adventure filled with laughter, love, and endless joy. You are beautiful both inside and out, intelligent, and breathtaking. Your kindness, strength, and warmth have touched my heart in ways I never thought possible. You are the love of my life. Nothing would make me happier than to continue creating a life—a family by your side. Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears rolled down your face as the moments with the man kneeling in front of you raced through your mind, and you knew that there was no better man to spend your life with than James Barnes.

"Yes," you muttered in a broken whisper.

The crow erupted into applause as Bucky slid the ring onto your finger and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Your mother, father, and Bucky's parents were the first to reach you.

Your mother enveloped you in comforting arms. "Oh darling, congratulations!" You could see the glimmer in her eyes as she held back tears of joy.

Your father came next, seeming very pleased by the events. "Congratulations, darling. You've made a fantastic choice of a husband with James here." He patted Bucky's arm. "Good for business too, don't you think, George?"

"Certainly, we can work something out." You would have rolled your eyes at the two men, but all you did was share a look of annoyance with your now-fiancee, which was then broken as his father held you both by the shoulder with a grin plastered on his face. "Oh, son, you've won the lottery with Y/N. She'll be an exceptional wife and mother."

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You said tight-lipped, knowing he expected you to leave your job at Stark Industries to be a housewife like Minnifred. He was much like your father, except misogynistic. You were glad Bucky's mom was a saint and taught him proper manners.

After your parents left, many of the guests approached you with their congratulations, telling you how they had seen it coming since you were children.

Tony was one of the last to approach you two. He pulled you away from Bucky. "Hey, Peanut." He hugged you by the shoulders, kissing your forehead, completely ignoring your fiancé, to which you scolded with a quirked brow. He sighed dejectedly, finally acknowledging Bucky, "Barnes."

"Hey, Tony," Bucky greeted, amused at your brother's jealous behavior.

While Tony had never had a problem with Bucky, his attitude towards the man changed once you began dating. You just assumed it was part of his protective brother's responsibilities.

"Can I talk to you for a moment alone?" His eyes shifted to Bucky.

Your fiancé looked back. "Of course. See you later, babe."

You watched him walk away, only turning to give Tony a sharp, expectant look.

Tony scoffed, running a hand down his face in exasperation. "Y/N, don't you think you're taking this too far?

"What do you mean?" You frowned, crossing your arms.

He clenched his jaw. "I know that bearing with Dad's expectations isn't easy. I know it's better to comply than get the short end of the stick, but that doesn't mean you need to throw your life away to please him Y/N. So please, Y/N, don't marry a man you don't love."

"I love him," you said calmly.

"Are you in love with him?"

You scoffed, fingers running through your hair, a nervous habit. "Tony, please. Stop. I am marrying Bucky, and nothing you can say or do will make me change my mind. For the sake of our relationship, I am asking you to stop with this nonsense, okay?"

You left without hearing his reply and rejoined your fiancé with a group of acquaintances—the children of other investors in Stark Industries. They all congratulated you, hugging you joyfully, but you could see the envy in their eyes. Once upon a time, you considered them your friends until you had heard them badmouthing you behind your back. Then you started to notice the fake laughs and smiles or how their compliment was always backhanded somehow.

"I am so happy for you," they said in high-pitched voices, but all you could hear was, "That should be me. I should be the daughter of a billionaire. I should be marrying the heir to the Barnes estate."

You could only return the same energy, giving them fake smiles and false friendship. Bucky tightened his arm around your waist, kissing your forehead in reassurance. You remained to chat with the group until your mother ushered you away and pulled you to the women of her charity group.

It wasn't until the end of the party that you could finally have a moment alone with Bucky. Most of the guests had left, and others took residence in the many guest rooms in the mansion.

You walked hand in hand with your fiancé, making a beeline to your bedroom. Silence filled the room as you closed the door, holding Bucky's gaze unblinking. You could feel your lips twitch, so you bit your lip, attempting to restrain yourself, but it was in vain as you doubled over, exploding in laughter. Bucky followed suit, chuckling as he moved to the king-sized bed.

You took a deep breath, wiping the tears from your eyes. You are unsure if they resulted from your laughter or something else, but you prefer not to dwell on the matter. "God, that was something," you said, looking around the room from your teenage years. Remnants of the age lingered in the form of polaroids with your so-called friends, posters, and stuffed animals. All left untouched since the last time you visited the vacation home.

"Mhm, did you see their faces? My speech had them swooning, and you know what? I wrote it last night before bed," he confessed, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed, playfully glancing out the giant glass window overlooking the ocean, "Oh, I deserve more than minimal effort."

"Y/N, you cried," he deadpanned, sprawling across the bed. You rolled your eyes, pushing away from the door and joining him on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"So this is happening, huh? We are engaged," you mused to yourself, finally grasping the gravity of the situation. Although you were sure of your decision, your stomach still dropped at the turn your life was taking—Tony's voice nagging at the back of your mind.

"What will we do when they ask us for grandchildren?" Bucky asked lowly in a similar state.

"I'm not sleeping with you." You frowned, disturbed by the idea.

"I'm not sleeping with you either," Bucky retorted, equally aggravated. "Look, I am grateful for what you are doing for me. I am, but I refuse to continue if you're not comfortable. It's not too late. We can call it off, and fuck, what anyone says. My father and the inheritance are nothing compared to your friendship, Y/N."

You turned on your side, mirroring his position as you propped your head on your elbow.

"We already discussed this, Bucky. I tried finding someone to love, but everyone I've met only sees me as Stark, an endless money fountain. Not a person. They don't love me for me," you said, your voice wavering as tears prickled in your eyes. You took his hand. "This isn't a sacrifice for me, Buck. I can't think of anyone else I would love to spend the rest of my life with. And I know we will face many obstacles, but we'll figure it out. We always do." You knew the road to follow wouldn't be easy, but you were prepared to face the obstacles with him by your side.

A/N: Hey everyone, how is everyone feeling about the first chapter? R and Bucky's relationship? In the next chapter, expect Wanda content!

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x stark!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #targaryenmarvel fics

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respectthepetty · 2 months ago

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The Odd One Out

All roads leads to Home x Peach

Home's grandfather wanted a ceremony with a strict dress code of orange only.

And I thought it was just because the grandfather really liked the color orange.

Because in a show with a Pink Person, a Cyan Cutie, a Brown Beauty, a Red Rascal, and a Black Brooder (single father of four not pictured), I thought I had my fill of colors.

But as the maids carried out the grandfather's red and orange suits in episode eleven, it hit me.

This is a family of fiery personalities.

Phon is also a Red Rascal.

But she is everything negative about them.

She is vengeful.

She is murderous.

She is hot-tempered.

But Red Rascal Home doesn't have to worry about turning out like her because he has Brown Beauty Kan, Pink Person Pang, Cyan Cutie Home, and Black Brooder Suradech to keep him humble. And, of course, his uncle Somkid.

Who's been an oddity from the very beginning.

And I do mean the very beginning.

However, I trusted Somkid because Orange Oddities are normally optimistic and energetic, which he has been shown to be, but Somkid has his own mysterious and secretive Black Brooder.

Who helps Somkid be everywhere the color-coded kids are.

And I mean everywhere.

However, I didn't realize it because I was too busy focused on Home's wearing Peach's color all the time, which I have believed shows he loves Peach.

Which is why I was also excited when Home wore green (which is part of Peach's cyan) on his chest with his red accented shirt, yet ignored the orange on the stomach of Peach's shirt.

So when the cursed eleventh episode began I felt bad for Peach because he seemed to be struggling with his color as he believed Home didn't care if he left.

The same way Home struggled with his color when he thought his relationship with Peach was irredeemable.

Even though Pang maintained her color.

So when Peach magically gained his color back at the morgue, I knew something was off.

And, thankfully, the showed went back and told us that the Cyan Cutie and Red Rascal had actually worked everything out, so it would make sense that Peach would gain his color back before the morgue scene.

Because the thing about Peach is, unlike Home who has continuously worn Peach's blues and greens throughout the series, Peach isn't so quick to wear Home's red. He likes to save it for big moments, like when he signed "love"

So it was strange that the boy who has gone a journey with Home as they have both evolved (and fallen in love!) barely wears Home's red, while Somkid finally decided after decades of being the oddity of the family to wear red in solidarity with his family.

As if he was trying to prove he belonged in the family.

But the bad thing about Orange Oddities is, because they are attention-seeking and impatient, their actions can quickly become insincere if they feel slighted.

And their true color will easily emerge.

But as mentioned before, Peach likes to save his love red for Home for big moments, like when it's written over his heart with his color below as they prepare to take down Somkid. (Shoutout to the wardrobe department for grabbing a Rolling Loud Music Festival shirt!)

So we enter into the finale with

Black Brooder Suradech being rushed to the hospital,

Somkid showing his true color,

Home wearing his and Peach's combined colors in the same purple sweater he comforted Peach in when Peach faced his past,

Pang supporting her bother in blue with her pink on her chest,

Kan being the secure Brown Beauty,

and Peach in the same blue shirt he wore when Home made his dreams come true that proudly proclaims that "IT'S UP TO YOU" because he is the one who has the save the Red Rascal who quietly crept into his bed in the first episode and into his heart all season.

And now that "YOU" sits on his heart for everyone to see.

#peaceful property #on sale the series #the colors mean things #and they mean these two are in love!#I don't care what the show says #the wardrobe department has an agenda!#color coded boys in love #if I could have had fifty images in this post‚ this would be a lot easier to write #but noooooo!#I'm limited to thirty which stunts my explanations!#this was rough #but I had a point!#home x peach are in love!

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the-mortuary-witch · 7 months ago

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CANDLE COLOUR MEANINGS

KEEP IN MIND THAT DIFFERENT CULTURES HAVE DIFFERENT MEANINGS FOR EACH COLOUR. USE WHAT FITS YOU AND YOUR CRAFT BEST

BLACK: protection, binding, banishing negativity, grief, secrets, endings, loss, cursing and hexing magick.

GREY: stability, concentration, neutrality, reserve, balance, adaptability, and flexibility.

WHITE: all propose colour, cleansing and uncrossing, healing, purification, spirituality, higher-self, innocence, illumination, balancing, hope, protection, new beginning, peace, and harmony.

BROWN: earth magick, home, animal magick, family, stability, endurance, grounding, solidarity, strength, and hard work.

GOLD: wealth, inner-strength, self-realization, sun, masculinity, abundance, happiness, overcoming addiction, and luxury.

SILVER: intelligence, memory, moon magick, divination, money, femininity, fertility, hidden potential, success, awareness, wisdom, and psychic powers.

RED: love, seduction, passion, anger, strength, courage, charisma, survival, change, power, curse work, lust, and sex magick.

ORANGE: business, creativity, justice, ambition, opportunity, attraction, abundance, confidence, energy, celebration, goals, and success.

YELLOW: joy, abundance, intelligence, reason, learning, memory, inspiration, imagination, friendships, and sun magick.

GREEN: growth, wealth, fertility, business, healing, nature, balance, luck, and longevity.

BLUE: peace, communication, expression, forgiveness, traveling, protection, truth, sleep, patience, trust, and pregnancy.

PURPLE: intuition, decadence, authority, wisdom, knowledge, influence, psychic abilities, devotion, enlightenment, overcoming fears, addiction, independence, and spirituality.

PINK: self-love, companionship, affection, spiritual healing, kindness, beauty, femininity, marriage, sensuality, children, and healing abuse.

#fyp #fypシ #fypシ゚viral #fypage #fyppage #tumblr fyp #witchcraft #satanist #beginner witch #baby witch #candles #information #occult

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brittle-doughie · 28 days ago

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(Not me writing a small ass fic, base on the recent post)

Sunflower Cookie (my cookie sona, sorry if I’m self inserting,) was digging around the rubbles of an old ruin, exploring. They were just doing whatever, just randomly finding these ruins when they were trying to chase after a cake hound for taking their prize notebook, but here they were. “My notebook…” Sunflower Cookie groaned, remembering when they first found these ruins. From what the found so far, was an old castle, a castle that was overgrown with sunflowers that seem to be taller than these crumble walls themselves. The color of the sunflowers were ranging from solar yellow to sunset orange, with a golden brown center.

Suddenly, a “Bark!” Popped right into Sunflower Cookie ear, making them yelp in surprise. When they look at the cake hound that just barked into their ear, they notice that it was the same one that stole their notebook, with the same black spiral notebook with a sunflower silhouette on the cover, in their mouth. “Hey! My notebook!” Sunflower Cookie jumped up, pointing at the cake hound. The cake hound barked again and took off in the opposite direction, further in the ruin castle. “Hey, comeback!” They followed in pursuit, trying not to stumble over vines and rumble. The much more smaller and nimble cakehound had the lead, but Sunflower Cookie manage to catch up, leaping onto the cake hound and grabbing their notebook. “Gotcha!” They exclaim, raising up their notebook as the cake-hound scrambles off.

Sunflower Cookie was so focus on getting their notebook back that they didn’t notice that they went so far into the ruin castle, and that they were sitting right in front of a a stain glass mural of warm colors, depicting someone surrounded by golden sunflowers with a warm orange teardrop in between their hands. “Wow..” Sunflower Cookie was astounded by the craftsman ship that went into this. Now, when they looked around further, they notice that they were surrounded by beautiful artwork, depicting fields of sunflowers and scenes of mountains. When they start walk down a hall, they pass by several painting mainly having a certain color scheme with one shape and caption.

First, a painting with mainly pink and a heart shape. “Happiness.” Sunflower Seed Cookie read out loud

Second, a painting with mainly red with a triangle. “Change.”

Third, a painting with mainly white with a diamond. “Volition.”

Fourth, a painting with mainly purple with a flower shape. “Solidarity.”

Fifth, a painting with mainly blue with a bloom shape. “Knowledge.”

Lastly, they stop in front of a painting depicting the same person do earlier, warm yellow with a teardrop. “Compassion.” They couldn’t feel like they knew these people depicted in the paintings, and that they painted it themselves. But how could they? They obviously didn’t know them at all, and their artistic ability wasn’t as good as who painted these paintings.

They walked further, eventually reaching a room with a podium in the middle, surrounding with mural of a sunflower field. On that podium, was the same teardrop shape on the glass stain murals and the last painting, only a pale yellow than depicted. “…Bloom..ing….Butt…er…” The gem seemed to calling out to someone, seem to be directed at Sunflower Cookie. They step closer and closer, eventually reaching out to grab the gem. As soon as a finger touch the gem, a feeling of warmth and comfort rush through them, as if they finally gotten home. The gem start to glow brighter, glowing a bright warm yellow. “Oh? Well, it’s been a while has it dear friend?” A voice sounding similar to Sunflower Cookie, but older and mature.

Sunflower Seed Cookie subconsciously grab the gem, pulling it closer to themselves. “After a long time, we’re a reunited. But, you in a different form and name, but you still have the light Blooming Butter Cookie.” The voice said. “Who’s…Blooming Butter Cookie. And, what are you?” Sunflower Cookie asked, confuse. “I…am a the souljam, you the Light of Compassion, my dear friend.” The souljam said. Suddenly, the warm glow died down, the souljam dropped into Sunflower Cookie’s hand. The gem was now a warm yellow, having a warm feeling to it. “Wow..”

“Wait what time is it?” Sunflower cookie pondered out loud, looking out of a cracked window, showing the sun was setting. “Oh crud! It hasn’t been that long?!” They hastily shoved the gem into their messenger bag, running out of the ruin castle, making a quick note in their notebook to return and sketch some of the structures, and running back off to the cookie kingdom.

“Have anyone seen Sunflower Cookie?” Asked Gingerbrave to his friends. “Last time I saw them was that they were chasing a cake-hound that stole their notebook.” Answered Wizard Cookie. “I hope they’re okay.” Mumbled Strawberry Cookie, looking around. “They probably got distracted, as usual.” Cut in Chile Pepper Cookie. “As if you don’t get distracted by shiny things.” Retorted Custard Cookie lll, getting a ‘humph’ from Chile Pepper Cookie. “Guys! I’m back!” Sunflower Cookie’s voice rang out, waving to their friends. “I got by notebook back!” Gingerbrave let out a sigh of relief. “Phew. Glad you’re okay!” Sunflower Cookie chuckles, joining the banter of the six friends.

Meanwhile, in the Silver Tree, laughter rang out. “Oh~ Is my dear friend back? Oh how fun! I can’t wait to see their warm smile again!”

(can you tell that I want to be a author?)

Shadow Milk sensed that so fast-

#brittle answers

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glass-mural-of-a-lone-tree · 1 year ago

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Quick little edit with the transharmful and transharmed flags ! As a transharmed i feel full support and solidarity toward transharmers ! Flag ( edit ) free to use for all

( ID : Two flags put next to each other , the flag on the left is the transharmer flag and goes from mid red to dark red in 4 bars , a white bar is the middle , from there black transitions into gray in 4 more bars . The flag on the right is the transharmed flag , mid blue fades into near white with 4 bars , a black stripe is in the middle , below that white transitions into a slightly darker gray in 4 stripes . The first version has an emoji of two hands shaking atop it , the second version doesnt have an additional graphic , the third version has two emoji hands holding hands ( seemingly romantically ) End ID )

Transharmful coining can be found here ( link ) Transharmed coining can be found here ( link )

And two user boxes i made yesterday on a whim ! Free to use for all : )

(ID : The same flag as described above with the handshake emoji in a userbox , the userbox is dark pink with a lighter pink border , on the right there is darker pink text saying " This Transharmed supports Transharmers " . The second image is the same userbox with just the Transharmed flag ( as described above ) , the text reads " Transharmers please interact " End ID )

#pro transid #transid #transid safe #pro radqueer #transx #pro transx #transharmed #transharm #transharmful #pro transharmed #🌱comfort #transid userbox

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garden-of-flags · 1 month ago

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novigender flag compilation

novigender/novogender: “a gender experience too hard to read/process/understand or too complex to pin down to one word”

coining: june 13, 2014 by @/3785091890821 (formerly @/houisa & @/creativeflipflop, among other urls) (link here)

june 21, 2014: flag by @/3785091890821 (link here) (archived link here)

[ ID: a flag with four even horizontal stripes, in order they are: very dark grey, blue, navy blue, and light burnt orange. /End ID ]

color meanings:

grey represents neutrality and possible confusion; blues represent different stages of clarity; orange represents individuality and embracing a lack of clarity

on or before july 30, 2016: alternative flag by @/nova-pride-flags (link found here)

[ ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes, with the second and fourth stripes being half as tall. in order they are: muted blue, purple, grey, purple, and muted grey. in the center of the flag is a black spiral. /End ID ]

july 3, 2017: alternative flag by @is-eridan-straight-today (link here)

[ ID: a flag with five uneven horizontal stripes, in order they are: red, white, grey, black, and blue. /End ID ]

june 18, 2020: alternative/adjusted flag by @nooonbinaryyyy (link here)

[ ID: a flag with four even horizontal stripes, in order they are: muted turquoise blue, muted navy blue, light burnt orange, and dark grey. /End ID ]

may 22, 2021: alternative flags by @/pronames-and-namouns (link here)

[ ID: a flag with four even horizontal stripes, in order they are: dark navy blue, blue, yellow, and cerise pink. /End ID ]

[ ID a flag with five even horizontal stripes, in order they are: dark navy blue, blue, light lilac, muted bubblegum pink, and muted pink. /End ID ]

[ ID: a flag with four even horizontal stripes, in order they are: dark navy blue, blue, muted light grey-lavender, and muted lilac. /End ID ]

december 15, 2023: alternative flag by @cryptidwithaninternetconnection (link here)

[ ID: a flag with five slightly uneven horizontal stripes, in order they are: muted mauve-pink, muted light bubblegum pink, white, light pear green, muted pear green. /End ID ]

color meanings:

pinks represent muddled femininity; white represents trans solidarity; greens represent muddled masculinity

december 10, 2024: alternative flag by @daybreakthing (link here)

[ ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes, with the center stripe being twice as tall. in order they are: muted cyan, muted cerulean blue, muted navy blue, muted forrest green, and muted yellow-green. in the center of the flag is a muted cyan to yellow-green gradient symbol, outlined in muted navy blue, made of four interlocking arrows creating a vertical and a horizontal circle. /End ID ]

#flag compilation #unarchived links #novigender #novogender #novigender flags #alt flags #possible eyestrain #tw eyestrain #cw eyestrain #divider by saradika graphics #divider by saradika

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acillianproblem · 1 year ago

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By Eileen Cartter

The Oppenheimer star hit what could be his final red-carpet appearance for the foreseeable future in a sheer Saint Laurent look that would melt the polymer right off a Ken doll’s torso.

Shortly before Cillian Murphy and his fellow Oppenheimer cast members walked off a London red carpet on Thursday in solidarity with SAG-AFTRA joining the WGA on the picket line, the actor debuted his biggest fit yet: a black-pinstriped Saint Laurent suit worn open over a gauzy sheer shirt, with a gold-tipped bolo tie, high-waisted trousers, and a pair of the brand’s Wyatt boots—or, as they’re known ’round these parts, “the Rolex of Chelsea boots.”

Photos of Murphy—whose ice-blue eyes could gouge a diamond—attending various Oppenheimer premieres over the last week have already garnered meme cachet online. But this look—and his facial expressions while wearing it—seemed to signal that he (and his stylist, Rose Forde) had saved the best for last. (The London event could be his final red carpet for a while; per the strike, SAG members cannot participate in press tours or events.) Throughout the truncated promotional run, the actor’s fashion choices have emitted a certain “nuclear Kenergy” in stark contrast with his bubblegum confrères over in Barbie Land, which has become Oppenheimer’s spiritual counter-realm. In other words, Cillian Murphy, who portrays the titular “father of the atomic bomb” J. Robert Oppenheimer in his film, has sort of been dressing like the Anti-Ken.

Where there’s Ryan Gosling, in his pastel cotton-candy-pink and blue-raspberry-hued Gucci suits, there’s also Murphy, in his brooding, pseudo-sexy YSL. (Inside you are two wolves, as they say.) At Oppenheimer’s first premiere in Paris, Murphy arrived in a custom Prada tan shirt and matching short tie—not unlike a World War II-era khaki summer service uniform, making it nearly period-appropriate given Oppenheimer’s milieu—with a dark jacket worn, chicly, with just the top button buttoned. During a rainy photocall in London’s Trafalgar Square, Murphy wore Margiela shades and a staunch Studio Nicholson cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, tucked into another pair of high-waisted trousers; he wore a similar look, this time with a nubby red cardigan and Ray-Bans, the next day.

Though the Barbie vs. Oppenheimer style rivalry held strong, the movies’ respective stars—in another show of solidarity—have expressed nothing but excitement for their fellow thespians’ efforts. “I mean, I’ll be going to see Barbie, 100 percent. I can’t wait to see it,” Murphy told IGN this week. “I think it’s just great for the industry and for audiences that we have two amazing films by amazing filmmakers coming out the same day. Yeah, you can spend the whole day in the cinema—what’s better than that?”

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #gq magazine #men’s fashion #wga strike #sag strike

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swanrot · 1 month ago

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promising young woman review (spoilers!!)

Despite a beautiful, candy-coated aesthetic, the story and writing of Promising Young Woman ultimately fall flat, with the ending attempting to subvert the rape-revenge genre, but instead becoming a de-empowering message showing that two women have to die for one man just to be arrested - which is even more baffling considering the film's critique of the justice system as misogynistic. This critique never issues any commentary on how black/transgender women are especially victimised, with the only black woman in the film (played by the brilliant Laverne Cox) supporting Cassie -to show another, happier side of her- rather than being a fully fledged character of her own. Nina, who, despite her rape and subsequent (implied) suicide being the entire reason Cassie enacts her revenge plot, is never fully expanded on; she appears mostly as an idea of a rape victim, with the only things Cassie says about her in her final monologue being that she was "smart", "funny" and "the top of her class", which are incredibly vague for people who had been close friends since childhood. Nina's assault is never shown, a deliberate subversion of traditional exploitation/revenge movies where the assault is usually shown in graphic detail. However, this subversion seems contradicted by Cassie's death, which shows her dressed as a stripper being brutally smothered to death for two and a half minutes. Although this is not technically misogynistic violence (as she is not actually a prostitute), it is still reminiscent of the many murders of sex workers - especially due to the references to 'The Night of the Hunter', where the homicidal antagonist complains about women, fantasising about killing a burlesque dancer. It also deals with questions of religious fanaticism which 'PYW' never does - the strict moral code of Christianity is especially strict towards women, however, despite being an examination of cultural misogyny and rape apology, 'PYW' never explores how religion is linked to this, even though it seeks to critique cultural misogyny. Despite the film's attempts not to be too preachy, the message seems a bit overdone in parts, with all the men Cassie lectures essentially saying the same thing. Where the film could have been more specific about how different elements of culture are misogynistic and how they intersect with other identities (like class or race), Fennell chooses to focus on the same area of white 'nice guys', which limits the film's critique. Despite its errors, the cinematography in 'PYM' is gorgeous, with a colour palette of reds/pinks and blues used throughout to show Cassie’s moral ambiguity - with a particular mid shot of her with a pastel blue halo behind her, invoking images of the Virgin Mary, sainthood and angels, contrasting with another scene where there is a red light behind her head, signifying how she is not just an “avenging angel” (as said by Fennell), but how her actions could also be considered evil. This would probably have more impact if she actually killed or harmed the men she encountered, rather than just lecturing them, as she did not do anything violent to anyone in the film - even when she attempts to harm Al Monroe, she does not end up hurting him. The only times she does anything morally ambiguous are when she confronts other women, both times making them think themselves/someone close to them was raped, which, although showing women’s complicity in misogyny, does not show any solidarity between women, unlike Ms. 45, another female revenge film where the woman protagonist only harms men, refusing to hurt another woman. 'PYM' is a beautifully shot film , with a well-intended, but ultimately shallow critique of cultural misogyny. Despite making some good points, it's message is heavily undermined by the ending, ending up more heavyhanded, 2010s girlboss feminism than a meaningful, layered examination of misogyny.

#film #film critique #film criticism #promising young woman #film review #spoilers

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whyceasefirefaq · 7 months ago

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How To Turn Your Wheelchair's Elevating Footrests Into An Everyday Protest In Solidarity With Palestine

So, in the last post, I talked about the struggle of when you're an activist who is in solidarity with Palestine but lacks access to most protests due to inaccessibility and/or the need to be COVID-cautious. RELATED: New Idea! (+ POV: You’re A Disabled Jewish Activist Protesting The Palestinian Genocide In A Time Of COVID)

And while I'm still figuring out what are the best ways I can contribute to the collective effort to stop the genocide and end the occupation, one of the ideas I had was to turn my wheelchair into an everyday protest. ATTACHING A SIGN TO YOUR ELEVATING FOOTRESTS I decided to start by attaching a protest sign to the external part of the elevating footrests aka the part that everyone sees. I noticed that it's also the part that people tend to gawk at the most, thus making it a prime spot for a protest sign. WHAT YOU WILL NEED a protest sign (you can use one from this outreach project or make your own) a piece of cardboard for the back clear packing tape (or equivalent)

The trick is to make sure the tape wraps around to the inside part of the footrest aka where your feet go, so it's secure. Also, I found I needed to do this at least twice. Taping it once was not enough (and thus my comment in the last post.) I also want to add things to other parts of the wheelchair but that'll be for another post because spoons. (If you know, you know.) That said, are you also decorating your wheelchair (medical equipment, car, bike, self, etc) in daily or near-daily protest of the genocide? I'd love to see what you've done or what you want to do if you had the spoons! You can find me @ rebelwheelsnyc on Twitter & Instagram. You can also message me via Tumblr if you have an account or email me at rebel wheels NYC @ gmail . com (but with no spaces). Please don't send attachments. [image descriptions 1st image: protest art based on the wheelchair symbol. but instead of a blue and white theme, the background is 3 thick horizontal stripes (black, white, and green) like the Palestinian flag. and the wheelchair symbol (a person in a manual chair) is the red of the flag, only the fill is a poppy flower and there's a keffiyeh around the neck. there's also a poppy flower inside the empty space in the wheel. in a small font, in the lower right-hand corner, it reads: @ rebelwheelsnyc 2nd image: photo. motorized wheelchair. in my apartment. elevating footrests are raised & extended. a protest sign has been taped to the outside of the footrests. can also see other bits of the wheelchair. The sign. horizontal rectangle. white & yellow border. within this a pink rectangle with red triangle pointing toward the right. text, bold & each word has its own black rectangle behind. main text: "don't be silent in times of genocide". Every word is white except silent which is a golden yellow & genocide which is green. Below, smaller font, blue, black rectangle behind words: "not in my name". Below in white: "(this is not up for debate)" below that, smaller text, URL "why ceasefire faq.tumblr.com." Lower left-hand corner within the pink, a small Palestinian flag. right of main text, vertical watermelon slice. in the upper right-hand corner a QR code that leads to a petition [2nd image description was streamlined to fit in the image description character limits of Twitter] 3rd image. A photo of the black footrests of my motorized wheelchair. The leg rests are elevated and extended. One part of the leg rest is missing. There are also some stickers that are anti-ableism in nature. But you can see that the clear packing tape is wrapped around the internal portion of the footrest.]

#free gaza #free palestine #gaza #genocide #israel #outreach #outreach graphics #ethnic cleansing #jews for ceasefire #jews for palestine #disability #disabled #disabled af #anti zionism #disabled artist #disabled community

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jaimiofalltrades · 6 months ago

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Pride and Vexillology

For Pride Month, I wanted to go back and redesign a pride flag. Just cause, well, and I mean this with the utmost respect...

MOST OF THEM SUCK

I'm sorry, but, like, a lot of flags do this in general, not just pride flags. Look at how many European nations are represented by a flag of three solid red, white, and blue. How do you tell them apart? Beats me.

And, most pride flags fall into this same trap. All of their symbolism tends to be in the colors of stripes... Which doesn't tell you anything at first glance. Cool. This flag looks like a sunset. What's it represent?

So, what makes a flag good?

There's some general rules of vexillology, which is the study and hobby of flag design

Keep it simple

Use meaningful symbolism

Don't use words or seals

Be distinct

In my opinion, the best flag with these ideas in mind, would be those like the Canadian or Welsh flags - simple tricolors with a unique identifier, such as a maple leaf or a dragon

So I'm genderfluid. And my flag looks like this.

It's... not that great.

As my main issue with pride flags in general, it's just stripes! The colors are good. Pink for fem days, blue for masc days, purple for those days inbetween, white for all and black for none.

But at a glance... how should someone know what it's about?

So, here's my hand at a new genderfluid flag, with some more consideration.

The first thing I did was change the stripes to repeated chevrons, creating a wave to convey the fluid state

Then, I added an identifier. I was decided to go with delta, as it's used in mathematics to represent change (∆x=x2-x1,) but it has fairly straight lines, which doesn't quite go with the concept of fluidity

Luckily, the lowercase delta (δ) is also used in the same way, though typically to convey smaller changes.

I chose to make it white, to show fluctuations across all genders, while the other colors act as the base.

The final result is this

I'm fairly proud of it. And, if you wanna check out how it looks as an actual, y'know, flag, then here's the link to the flag waver web app (not mine, just useful for flag design)

Loading in my version of the genderfluid flag, here it is at a couple points.

I think that turned out well.

Now, why am I posting this on the very last day during the very last hour of Pride month for this year?

Uhm, well, you see, uhhhhh...

Procrastination sucks, man.

Seeya!

Edit (December 2024) - I realized several months ago that I'm not, in fact, genderfluid. I'm just a binary trans woman. Oops.

Oh well. I'll keep this up cause, like, LGBTQIA+ solidarity, y'know?

#pride month #vexillology #pride flag #genderfluid

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mynamesaplant · 11 months ago

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Gaeric Week: Ship

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Thanks to @gaeric-appreciation for putting this together. Thanks to Mons too for betaing all this work, it is always appreciated. This has been really fun and I've really been looking forward to it! Each ficlet is between 500 and 1,000 words so they're easy reads.

Please note: In solidarity with Palestine and the global strike called by Bisan Owda, I will be pushing the release dates of these ficlets up to avoid conflict with this strike.

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‘My joints are creaky, so I need you to go to the swamp in my stead. Think of it as a good learning experience.’

Half-grumbling, half-raving to the two Snorunt that refused to leave him alone, Gaeric made the journey from one settlement to the other in two days’ time. Lady Sneasler, still without a warden since the passing of her last, accompanied him through the mountains until they reached the marshy, red clay mireland. That was when he met up with Calaba, who snorted at the knowledge that Shion couldn’t make it due to creaky joints.

“My joints have been creaking for ten years. What an old bum.”

She didn’t say it unkindly, just an old friend who had earned her privilege of playful name-calling.

Gaeric hadn’t left the icelands, only a few members of the clan did when they had extensive training and knowledge of Hisui. Wardens were the exception as they were often picked by old wardens or by the nobles themselves. This was his first time in Diamond clan territory, and he couldn’t say he was impressed. The air was muggy, pressing on his skin and mouth like a wet blanket so he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. The only benefit to the place that he could see was the abundance of food from the rivers and streams, the trees, and the plants littering the ground.

Well, that and one other thing.

Diamond clan’s settlement was set up in a large circle around a monolith, Gaeric couldn’t make out its purpose, but there were a few people waiting for him and Calaba. Some were in familiar white and pink adornments of their clan, the other wardens he had yet to meet, and the others were in the blue and black of Diamond clan.

A man stood before the assembled group, tall, proud, and flanked by children on either side of him. The ages of the children varied wildly, but he saw a few who were around his age. A teenage girl came up to Gaeric, a relaxed smile on her face when introducing herself as Mai. She extended her hand expectantly and he hesitated, unsure what to do.

You didn’t touch strangers in Pearl clan. Even if the action was meant as a friendly one, Gaeric felt uncomfortable with the idea of shaking her hand. He didn’t see any of his fellow clan mates doing it, so his arms stayed at his side as he offered Mai only an aborted nod. Her dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly, like she was mentally cataloging a slight, before offering him another smile.

Mai took it upon herself to introduce her to the children around her, those who she called her siblings, even if they did not resemble her. A small boy she called Adaman clung to her leg. A boy of ten or eleven named Melli turned his nose up at Gaeric with an imperious sniff. A girl of the same age named Arezu smiled sweetly, complimenting the luster of his hair.

“Maybe I can braid it later like I do for Adaman and Melli…”

She almost seemed to ponder, a humorous glint in her eye as Gaeric spluttered, protectively covering his hair.

“And this is Iscan.”

Gaeric would have liked to think that the heat rising to his face was from Arezu and not from the shy looking boy who offered him a half-hearted wave. Gaeric blinked, lifted his hand, and offered him a wave back. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he fumbled with them nervously with Mai talking at him about Lord Wyrdeer. He caught just enough to know that she was in a similar situation as he was with the transition between new and old wardens.

Iscan’s soft, dark eyes darted up to meet Gaeric’s gaze, offered him a fleeting if nervous smile, and just as quickly tore his gaze away. It made his chest hurt… Why did it make his chest hurt?

Mai asked what noble he would be warden of and Gaeric tried to answer like his face wasn’t breaking out in a sweat because he was choking on something in his trachea.

“Avalugg,” it came out more like a cough than anything. Gaeric cleared his throat, feeling embarrassment now flushing his face, “Lord Avalugg.”

He was spared from having to say anymore as Calaba summoned him with a look and a motion of her hand. Quick to excuse himself, Gaeric tore himself from the little group, but unable to pay attention as he watched the Diamond children from the corner of his eyes.

He didn’t understand the pang of envy he felt when Melli dramatically latched onto Iscan’s arm, the owner of the arm looking unimpressed with his antics before easily shaking the boy off.

He couldn’t explain his total disinterest in Arezu, who seemed to have a slight crush on him as she chatted nonstop when she cornered him and insisted on braiding a few strands of his hair. Although, Gaeric had to admit she did a nice job.

He only understood that his heart soared higher than Lord Braviary when Iscan approached him just before he and Calaba were heading back to her tent for the evening and told him he’d see him in the morning.

Gaeric lay awake half the night but he chalked it up to the stifling air and unfamiliar noises of the swamp, rather than the frantic, excited tattoo of his heart.

#pokemon #legends of arceus #pla #pkmn #p:la #pl:a #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends: arceus #pokemon: legends arceus #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #warden gaeric #pla gaeric #gaeric appreciation week #gaeric week 2024

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