#Sensitive Subject

[livehorses]

This movie didn't approach the situation of d!$$@ppe@rances in Mexico by the hands of cartels with the seriousness it needed. This is a very sensitive subject, as m@$$ $h00tings are in USA.

It's not a subject you should take lightly. It's still a fresh open scar that keeps bleeding. You don't have any idea of how many people d!$$@ppe@r in one day in my country ESPECIALLY trans people, who are one of the most murd3r3d population because of transph0bia.

The constant fear I live in as a woman because I can d!$$@ppe@r at any time, at any place haunts me endlessly everytime I step into the streets. I have to watch over my back, suspect of any man who remains staring at me or shares the same road and direction, having constantly to talk on the phone with my mother in isolated locations until I reach my destination just for her to know I'm alright... I repeat, please, please, please, don't talk lightly about d!$$@ppe@ranc3$ and k!dn@pp!ng$ in México, it's really triggering!!!!

It's not like I believe that n@rc0s can't redeem themselves, don't get me wrong, but the fact that the main character changed just because she transitioned and she becomes a saint (literally) by the end of the movie is just nauseating, to say the least. Imagine a movie of a N@z! officer becoming good and helping h0l0cc@ust survivors to identify gone family members. It might've happen, but imagine victimizing the agressor and blaming the real victims, which is what happens in Emilia Pérez.

This movie keeps perpetuating harmful stereotypes that us Mexicans have been really trying hard to debunk for years, and more than ever, now that certain President is in the power, and he said that México was ruled by the mafia and he's bringing all migrants back to México.

International audience, supporting Emilia Pérez isn't helping our situation, it's only aggravating it.

hi tumblr! this is a not-so-friendly-but-really-tired reminder that please please PLEASEEEE stop giving emilia pérez your time and energy!!!

i'm not so eloquent to enlist all the things that are wrong with the movie so here's a quick thread i found on xtwitter:

i'm not trans myself but members of the trans community have also critized the narrative of the movie because of this

yes, i know we all love musicals but this one? ain't it. i know everybody's eager with trans representation moreover if it's a trans actor in a main role but this film? ain't it. really. and not this trans woman, a full racist and classist who called 'gatos' (cats, derogative) to mexicans for not liking the movie. really. just so you know this movie is soooo bad that not only mexico but all latin american countries are so angry because of it. that's why it hasn't released here yet.

also, to all people who tries to defend this movie as 'a cultural, policial and social diagnosis of mexican reality that mexican film industry always tries to hide under the rug' (in words of the film press campaign that defends emilia pérez). there are dozens of mexican films made by mexican directors and screenwriters that talk about the violence in the country, most of them with all the hurt and respect (even the not-dramatic ones) that is needed in a topic like this and not making it a cheap musical. here are some of them:

the most recent? sujo which was released last year too and talks about a niño sicario (a child hitman for the narco) that didn't get any nomination btw!!

so yeah, take your money and energy elsewhere. maybe go to watch "i'm still here" the only latino (brazilian) movie that is nominated this award season that talks about a mother and activist coping with the forced disappearance of her husband during the military dictatorship in brazil because that's how you should treat such sensitive topics, thanks.

[pagan-sloth-witch]

It’s September, and for those who don’t know, that also means it’s suicide awareness month

I’ll keep it brief and try not to upset anyone, but this is a sensitive topic

I’ve been there, and I know those well meaning posts don’t always mean much, but I know you’re strong enough to get through this. Storms don’t last forever, no matter how terrible they are

You might come out with some scars and hurts, but hurts heal and our scars are reminders of our strength, the fact that we fell but got back up

One day your gonna look back and be grateful you didn’t. I wish you all so many blessings and strength, your doing good. Even if your just hanging in there, that’s more than good enough

[darkpokemonspecialist]

u seem to have a theme about thinking people are jumping on ur characters or mischaracterizing them ooc (when they're not). can u even tell when people are being ooc or ic? if not, why are u in a roleplay community? /genq

Ooc: "A theme"? It happened ONCE as far as I remember. How is that a theme?

As for what happened: I had a trigger I thought I had moved on from, which I put in the boundaries post after the incident. Long story short: false accusations/allegations made towards me were one of the ways my bullies would go after me and try to make the teachers not believe me when I sought help. I thought I had moved on, and didn't realize how badly I was still affected by it until it affected the roleplay. Nobody wants to think they're still traumatized by stuff that happened in middle school.

I already apologized to the people involved and we agreed our characters shouldn't interact anymore. I do not blame the other roleplayers, they had no way of knowing, hence why I made the boundaries post.

IF something like that happens again, I'll probably at least take a long hiatus from Rotumblr

[harbingerofsoup]

i will never forgive the internet for making the phrase “fiction affects reality” inherently suspicious because like fiction absolutely does affect reality in the sense that the themes and messages of media can challenge or affirm people’s biases, it can impact one’s ideology, so much of fiction is commentary on real social issues

and yet! everyone who uses the phrase fiction affects reality is using it as a pro-censorship argument and i simply do not fuck with that

[moonchildjelly]

I thought I was start to be cured...

I thought I was strong...

I thought my mind was getting stronger...

But the truth was that u just did it because the antidepressants were helping me all this time...

I'm not strong without it... Im literally dependent of another chemical in my life

And this "hangover" of laking of it for at least 3 days is making me scared of myself

I'm so weak... I almost gave it all to lose today...

I almost hurted myself...

I just thought in things I shouldn't

I end up not doing it but I cried and cried and when I think on it again I cry again

I got a little less anxious and stressed after eating something but I couldn't sleep...

Mind was running waild

It still is but I'm trying pulling myself up even that I'm going down so easly

I don't wanna die in my own hands

I'm so scared and I don't know if I can keep on this for even just 1 more day...

I just wanna ear that sweet lies now

That lies that people normally say to reconfort us

But I have basically no one to hug me and that is something that I'm really needing

Please see this not like an ask for help or something annoying like I just want attention...

This isn't anything of that... This is just my way to let go some of my thoughs... And if this one day could be reconforting or something like that to someone else is enough to me... At least I guess...

[elxgantcaptain]

9. What's a line your muse won't cross under any circumstance?

Questions for Problematic/Villain muses [accepting]

/ Well, he has no issues with kidnapping, killing or stealing, even from children xD

But I'd say when it comes to sexual consent, during a time of debauchery and so called 'sin' it was easy to come across prostitutes and people selling themselves to survive. James has witnessed the cruelness of men and the kindness too, despite being raised a 'gentleman' the world he was in did not look down on women well, since being on the sea he respected them a lot more and the act of consent, even when it. comes to being with men to. He will NOT break that.

He also will not with-hold the men's rations even if they are running low in the open seas. He won't stop them from singing in the open seas, he will allow them to do what they will in order to keep morale up - Unless it breaks the rule above. As said in pirate code: No bringing aboard a woman in secret.

[meruz]

i watched kore-eda's recent film Monster this past week and i truly.. cannot stop thinking about it. maybe my favorite kore-eda film yet

[cockyhorror]

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

ANDREW'S FIRST SMILE WASN'T FOR KEVIN'S TATTOO IT WAS FOR AARON. IT WAS FOR AARON.

[blissfulrain12]

Jimmy is the Protagonist

It's weird feeling like I need to say this but here we go. Jimmy is a villain protagonist. Protagonist and antagonist do not mean good guy and bad guy. The protagonist is just the main character. Jimmy is an awful person but he's still the main character. The antagonist is whatever force in the narrative that opposes the protagonist. In the case of Mouthwashing we can have really interesting discussions about just what is the antagonist of the story. In my opinion it would be something like Jimmy's hubris or capitalism or patriarchal hierarchy.

I love Anya but she is not the main character. She is a very important character who is essential to the story but she is not the main character. Same thing with Curly. He's not the main character but he is important and essential to the story. If you refuse to engage with or misinterpret or mischaracterize one of them you will not be able to fully understand the narrative and themes in Mouthwashing.

Which brings me back to Jimmy. You CAN NOT understand Mouthwashing if you don't engage with Jimmy as a character. It is through him that we see the world and other characters. He is the active factor in the story. He is at the center of everything. To understand Mouthwashing is to understand Jimmy. Jimmy is the source of horror in this horror game and it's not because he's a monster. Jimmy is a horror because he's an average man who fully believes in the ideals of the hierarchies that make up the systems in power and when those systems screw him over he destroys everything around him by trying to force those ideals on others.

[fruitcd]

Still thinking about the DATV banter where Bellara gets upset at Taash because the Lords of Fortune loot elven ruins but then because we're not allowed to have interpersonal conflict or character flaws in this game five seconds later Taash assures her that they have "the Keeper from the Dalish clan" appraise artifacts and return them to their rightful owners, as if it's not bizarre to claim that ONE guy from ONE clan could know every single ancient elven artifact and who its rightful owners are and how to return it to them. Not to mention they don't even bother giving this Dalish clan a name or location! He's just from "THE Dalish Clan!"

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

We Got That Love, The Crazy Kind

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2153

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, mild language, torture, blood…

Prompt: Mattheo is awkward about showing affection to you in public, so you both are in a bit of an argument. However, Lavendar has a crush on Mattheo and you’ve had enough. Oliver decides to flirt with you and Mattheo wasn’t having it.

*Y/N’s POV*

“How long are you and Mattheo going to keep up this silent treatment?” Pansy asks, the both of us walking towards the courtyard.

“Until he can start treating me like I’m his girlfriend. I’m tired of the way he treats me in public. It’s like…he’s embarrassed of me.�� I say, shaking my head upset.

I saw that he was sitting by a tree with Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy, and Theodore Nott. Our friends, however since this whole argument with Mattheo and I started, I’ve been sitting elsewhere with Pansy.

She didn’t have to sit with me, but she was a good friend even though I knew how close she was with the guys. Not to mention, Draco is her boyfriend. Yet, she decides to sit with me so I won’t be alone.

“I heard he broke up with her.” I hear.

“Yeah. They did. Because he couldn’t get enough of me. Mattheo…he’s good.” Lavender says.

“Whatever you do, and whatever your thinking, don’t do it.” Pansy pleads, but I stand as she curses.

I start walking towards the table she sat at with her friends as Pansy started to speed walk towards the tree where the guys were. I grabbed Lavendar by her hair and she cries out in pain. I drag her off the bench and let her fall to the ground. I wait until she stands up, glaring at me. I lunge at her, pinning her to the wall as I punch her repeatedly.

All I saw was red.

I’ve heard girls talk about Mattheo, but typically they stop when they see the glare I give them. Lavender doesn’t know when to stop.

“I don’t know what your obsession with my boyfriend is, but I’ve had it.” I snap breathlessly between punches.

“Ms. Y/L/N, enough.” Umbridge warns.

I ignore her when I see her pull her wand out. She points it at me.

“Petrificus Totalus!” She shouts, but I pulled my wand free, pointing it in the direction of her and shout, “Protego!”

She gasps, seeming shocked I would fight a spell. I let Lavendar fall to the ground as her friends rush towards her. I look at Umbridge who looked red in the face and was ready to fire another spell off at me.

“Expelliarmus!” I shout.

Her wand goes flying away from her and I storm out of the courtyard, heading towards the Slytherin dorms. I get to mine, slamming the door shut and locking it before going to my bathroom. I close the door, locking it as I look at myself in the mirror.

What have I done?

I’m suppose to mad at him, yet I can’t ignore what Lavendar says…he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t be with someone else…right? No…that’s…that’s not my Mattheo.

Who said he was still your Mattheo?

I shake my head, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. I turn the water on and watch the water turn a red-pink color as it washes away Lavendar’s and I’s blood. I grab my wand, pointing at one hand.

“Episkey.” I whisper.

I watch the hand heal before I grab my wand and point it at my other hand, doing the same. I look at myself in the mirror. Who have I become?

I was forced to stand at the front of the class and receive my punishment from Umbridge. She grabs her chair and makes me sit.

“You’ll be punished for the fight you started and then you’ll be punished for ignoring orders from a Professor.” She says.

She gave me a notepad and a quill. I was very aware of what this meant.

“How many lines?” I ask.

“I’ll let you know when it’s finished. I want you to write, “I will not disobey orders”, understood?” She asks.

“Understood.” I say shortly.

I clench my jaw, starting to write my lines as if it didn’t bother me. I ignored the stinging at the back of my eyes and focused on the quill in hand as she taught away. I take in a slow deep breath before letting it out. Blood dripped down my hand and was dripping to the floor. My hands shook slightly, but I continued to do as asked.

“Alright. Good. It’s been half the class. How’s your hand?” She asks.

“Peachy.” I say bluntly, looking up at her with a blank stare.

“Is this you talking back?” She asks.

“You’d know if I was talking back. What next?” I ask.

“I don’t think your punishment is working,” she says as she pulls her wand out, “imperio.”

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

“Take the quill, write on your arm. Write mudblood. Until I say stop.” She says.

“You can’t do this!” Mattheo snaps.

“It’s against the rules.” Harry adds, looking quite frightened.

I grimace as I bring the quill to my arm and it digs into it as I write the saying I’ve heard all across my life. I close my eyes, my hand moving and continuously writing “mudblood” into my arm, going deeper each time.

“Mr. Riddle, Mr. Potter, enough. I can punish my students how I like. Maybe this will teach her a lesson.” She says, before going back to teaching.

I opened my eyes, looking at the word that was carved into my arm. A word that haunts me far too much. Maybe that’s why Mattheo is so embarrassed of me. I’m a mudblood. That is who I will always be.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N, you can stop.” She says and I felt a weight lifted off me.

I throw the quill and pad of paper in her direction as I stand, walking out of the room as I ignore her calls. I get to the Slytherin dorms and Snape stops me.

“It’ll scar, but let me heal it.” He says.

“It’s fine.” I mutter.

He grabs my arm with a sigh, using his wand to heal it. I nod before walking away towards my dorm where I close the door and lock it.

I pull my shirt off and pull on a long-sleeve, wanting to hide that horrid word before I lay on my bed. I hear a knock on my door, but I ignore it.

“It’s me.” Pansy says.

I stay quiet, staring at the wall. She sighs, knocking again.

“Let me in. Let us in. We want to make sure your okay. That wasn’t okay of Umbridge to do. That was…torture.” She says.

“I’m okay. I want to be alone, so leave me alone.” I say calmly, fighting my turmoil of emotions.

I couldn’t avoid them forever. I avoided them for a good two weeks, by holing myself up in my dorm. Snape brought me my work, but he said I had to return to my classes today.

I was dressed in a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I never wore long-sleeves, but I couldn’t get that horrid word off my arm.

I put my hair up in a messy bun, looking at myself in the mirror blankly. I’ve gotten paler over the past two weeks which could be from not eating like I normally should. I had bags under my eyes and my eyes in general just looked tired.

I grab my bag and wand before I began to head towards Umbridge’s class. I walk in and she looks at me surprised.

“And I thought you left Hogwarts.” She mocks.

“And I wish someone Avada Kedavra’d you. Yet, your still here.” I say tiredly, going to my empty seat at the back of the class.

“Do we need to repeat your punishment?” She asks.

“Go on with teaching. Your punishment did nothing the first time and I doubt it would do anything this time.” I snap.

“And detention, Potter. I said, Cedric’s death was a tragic accident.” She says, turning her focus on him.

“Like your birth?” I ask annoyed.

“Y/n, enough.” Mattheo’s whispers harshly.

“Y/L/N, leave my classroom now. I’ve had enough.” She says calmly.

“Gladly.” I say, standing to gather my stuff as she starts to lecture me.

“Umbitch. Lecturing me, and shouting at me, and telling me to hurry up isn’t going to get me to move faster. You should’ve been killed months ago cause you are such a pain in the ass. How did you end up here? Honestly because you are pretty fucked up,” I say, laughing before looking at her, “and you don’t own me.”

I walk out of the room as Draco whistles.

“Damn.” Mattheo mutters.

I was in the courtyard working on my studies as everyone else finally filed out. I was sitting at the table Pansy and I had been occupying before I holed myself up in my room. Pansy and the guys join us.

“Hey, how are you?” Pansy asks softly.

“I don’t need pity and treated like I’m so broken glass doll.” I say, flipping the page of my textbook.

“We are your friends. We care about you.” She says.

“Well care less.” I say annoyed.

“Snape said it scarred.” She says.

“And if it did?” I ask.

“I know how much you hate that word. Your a powerful witch though. Better than Granger. Let me see it.” She says.

“Y/N.” Oliver says.

“Yes, Oliver?” I ask, looking up.

“Can we talk…alone?” He asks.

My eyebrows furrow, but I nod slowly. I follow him towards a tree that wasn’t occupied, away from everyone. My eyes flicker to my table to see that they kept glancing over and Mattheo was watching intently. I didn’t miss the look of jealously.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He asks.

“Your pathetic, Oliver! You called me over here, to ask me out when you know I have boyfriend!” I exclaim, glaring at him.

“He doesn’t have to know. And he acts like you both aren’t together anyway. I can treat you better.” He says.

“In your wildest dreams, Wood. Get away.” I snap, going to walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

I pull my arm free, backing myself up against a tree as he steps forward. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face that must’ve fallen out from the bun.

“It’s always been you, Y/L/N. Mattheo doesn’t have to know about this. You and I…we’d be a better couple. I could treat you better.” He says.

“You’re a real piece of work, Wood. I love Mattheo, even if he doesn’t show his feelings towards me in public, I love him. Nothing will happen between you and me. Now, let me go.” I snap.

*Mattheo’s POV*

“I think Oliver is flirting with her.” Draco says.

I watch her and could tell she was uncomfortable. She seems upset after whatever he says and was glaring at him. She goes to walk past him, but he grabs her arm and I clench my jaw.

“Don’t do it man.” Theo warns.

“Ah shit. He’s backed her up against the tree and is going in for a kiss.” Lorenzo says.

I get up, storming towards the two of them and I push Oliver down to the ground as Pansy pulls Y/N into a hug.

“Okay, motherfucker now you got my attention.” I say, grinning as I start throwing punches at him.

“Not again.” Lorenzo sighs.

“Mattheo! Come on man! Stop! Umbridge will flip!” Draco snaps.

He and Lorenzo were trying to pull me off of Oliver, but all I saw was red. He touched her and he knew she is mine.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again! She’s mine, Wood! Next time I’ll kill you!” I snap.

“Mattheo…please.” She whispers.

I freeze, before looking over my shoulder to see that Pansy and Theodore were holding her back from coming to me. I’ll thank them for that later. Oliver hits me, and I turn back to him and hit him again before getting up.

I walk to her, pulling her towards me. She looks up at me with watery eyes. I lose a hand in her hair, messing up the bun. I pull her closer to me as I lean down and kiss her roughly.

Her hands rest on my chest as she kisses me back. I pull away, resting my head against her forehead as I look into her gorgeous (your eye color) eyes.

“I love you.” She says softly.

“Your mine.” I snap.

“I’m yours.” She says, smiling slightly.

I pull away before throwing her over my shoulder. She gasps, hitting my back as she snaps at me to put her down.

“Not happening. I’ll put you down when we get to my dorm.” I say and her cheeks flush as Draco “ooohs”.

“Mattheo!” She exclaims embarrassed.

“They got that love.” Lorenzo chuckles.

“Yeah, the crazy kind.” Pansy teases.

[grim-the-embodiment-of-death]

Grim found Adams body in cannibal town, it was in a pile of other bodies. Grim was surprised, it was in better condition than they thought. The body still needed stitches and cleaning, but Grim figured that. The reaper picked up the body and took it home. They got everything prepped before going back to the park, to meet up with Lute. Before heading out, Grim made sure to put a sheet over Adam's body. Grim had placed him on the table, when they got him home. Before leaving they looked at the body under the sheet for a moment. "I'm sorry Adam. I know you've been through a lot, and you probably want to rest, but someone needs you." Grim turns and leaves to meet Lute.

Heaven wasn't usually a spot that Grim went to. They stuck out greatly in their oversized black hoodie and cargo pants in heavens pastel environment, but there was a nice level sidewalk by one of heavens parks, that Grim has had their eye on to do some chalk art on. Normally the park was full of winners, angels and other beings of heaven hanging around and having fun, but today it was pretty much empty. Grim decided to take this opportunity to and to the sidewalk. They got down on their knees, and started roughing out the drawing.

( hi! I hope it's ok that I sent an RP starter, you in no way have to reply unless you want to. Just here for some RP fun. :) )

Lute was just sitting in the park that day, she wanted to be alone. Well, she wanted to be with Adam but that wasn't possible. So she was alone. It was nice when there was hardly anyone around. She could sit and cry by herself, with no one looking.

There was one stranger character in a hoodie, in this heat? Unusual but none of her business. She turned her thoughts back to her lost commander. The memories preoccupied her for quite a long time until that figure now started doing something on the ground and caught her attention.

She got up to see what in Heaven was happening, walking toward them, ready to scold the bad behavior she assumed was happening.

{ totally ok! ♥ }

[canisalbus]

To me, Machete kind of has the energy of a secondary villain/coldhearted side character in someone else's story that a lot of fans latch onto, moreso than the protagonist. Question is, would he be the villain in anyone's story?

Why, thank you! I'm actually glad to hear he gives off that vibe. I don't think he set out to become a villain but a lot of people certainly view him as one.

[garrothromeave]

i can't imagine how difficult it would be to grasp the idea that you owe so much to a man who you've never properly met or spoken to, yet he saved your life and sacrificed his own to give you another chance with the last person he had left. i wonder how often garroth thinks about aaron

[kkyujikoo]

I just find it so fucking funny how baby JK was SO ADAMANT on ranking JM last on looks and now he's going full tail-wagging, puppy-eyed, "you're prettier than the clouds" bf on THE VERY SAME GUY.

Oh, how the turntables