#save yourselves

[reality-detective]

"Aspartame" Do NOT ingest this product, pay attention to what you're putting into your bodies. 🤔

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Hannibal being unable to not talk about Will while lying naked in bed with Alana is the same to me as Arthur being on a beautiful picnic with Gwen talking about his dream of running away to a farm with just Merlin

[diari0deglierrori]

Don’t get fooled by the “this is going so fast for a Sanremo serata” IT ALWAYS STARTS LIKE THIS AND THEN THEN TIME STOPS

[asurrogateblog]

they say if you close your eyes and tap your toes and say “mclennon” three times in a row you— oh god oh fuck oh shit

where am I. how did I get here

no….it couldn’t be….

I’m so s̷c̶a̷r̶e̴d̴. h̴̛͕̩͉͙̙͗̓̂̒́̅̆̍͆̏̓͝ͅe̵͓̓̋͌͂̊̑͐́̊͠l̸̰̤͙̻̙͖͖͊͘l̷̨͍̯̯̥̩̬͙̮̱͍̯̤̃͂̏̕ǫ̴͚̞̻̝̹̩̠̜͖̭͑̏̚̕̚̚͝͝?̵̧̢̱̬̙̼͉̟̰̱͙̖̝̦͂̆̃̆̍͆̊͗ ͍͍̥͚̮̲̳̺̓͋̔̚͠͠ h̵͍̤̬̳̱̓̓̈́̽͒̄͌͌͐̿̾̋̋̀̔̎̍̆́̓͑̐͛͛̌̏̆̓̋͑͗͋̀̇̓͐̓͒̕͘͝͠͝͝è̵̡̢̨̧̡̧̛̖̙͔͔͈͈̟͈̣̱͇̱̼̣̗̲͕̠̲̦͓̠̼͙̳̤̪̅̆̊̑̈́̅̾́͊̈́͒̀̀́̽͂̅̈́͆̋̈́̇͒̈́̎͑̊̐͑̍͘ͅl̷̡̧̛͇̲̜̼̠̣̱̜̹͉͉͎̈̇͆͒̂̅͊̾͌͗̉̏̿̿̎̀̉̄̎̊̔̎̽̌̎̐̆͊͂̅͒́͑̍͊̓̽̕̕͜͜͠͝͠͠l̶̢̧̨̧̢̛̛̬̮̦͇̞̞͎̘̼̠̠̝̥̹̭̝̟̞̩̩̣͇͉̫̼̹͖̫̥̰̬͖̩̮̰̼̼̓̓̀́̎̐̓̇̒̓̀̆̿͆͛̍̌̍͌̄̂̏̒̔̎͌͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̨̡̡̛̛̝͖̬̖̟̗̺̹̪͚̹͈̯̩̻͍̣̩̦̪͉͍̽̃̓͂̂̽̈́̀͛͋͛̀͊̒̏̈́͑̉̓̽͊́̌͗̇͆̀́̓͆̐̈̓͘͜͠͠ͅͅ?̷̨̡̢̝̲͔͇̯͙̝̥͙͇͎̼̣̬͇̝̰͙̳͇͎̞̼̩̱̣̗̥̭̜̼̺̦̳̙̥̪̮̍͌̀͊͒̀́́͋͂̏͋̉̈͗̊̾͐̀́̕̚͜͝͠ͅͅ?̸͇͔̂͋̆̅̓̏̀̍̀́̾̀̇͌͜

[devastatinglygreen]

Unpopular opinion (?) but I think the reason fans keep holding onto and misinterpreting the entrapment line is that a lot of them were still waiting for him to “grovel” for the S2 finale. When they didn’t get that, the entrapment line has become the new sin to prove he isn’t worthy of her. Pen forgives him easily for the things fandom holds against him the most. She does not disparage him for not returning her feelings or “leading her on” like fans and antis like to throw in his face. She tries to reaffirm her love for him after the entrapment line, clearly understanding why he would come to that conclusion. I know antis are gonna anti but I cannot for the life of me understand saying you support a ship while hating either half of that ship. Penelope and Colin are too sweet and sexy for that nonsense.

i know a lot of people wanted him to grovel and i do think the show went a little too far with that line in the form they used it for s2. i also think 2 years is a long time to make up headcanons and decide what you want to happen and holding it up as an expectation and it's very easy to get mad when those don't get met.

also the man can't lead her on, he has no idea she's got feelings for him?? he offers her an out on their engagement because he doesn't think she loves him ffs, how exactly do they think he was leading her on?

i never understood hating half of a ship tbh while proclaiming to like it. like, if you don't like half the ship why ship it? if you can't see what the character loves about the other, what are you even doing here? stan the character but leave me out of your bad takes about their other half, ha.

and frankly, just as much as the s2 line is something they took from the book, the entrapment thing is also an idea brought in from the books. it's over a LW paper mistakenly delivered during their engagement ball and colin alludes to her doing it on purpose so it's not like they're just pulling insulting ideas out of the air. so, there's that.

this idea that penelope would just run off or that colin is some sort of hateful, unworthy man because of things he says in anger is...wild. ha. like the girl was never going to leave that man:

now i do not think that show penelope ever meant to entrap him and i don't think even show colin thinks that, he really does just say some nonsense out of anger and hurt when pissed off sometimes. but even book penelope knows he's not going to call off the wedding:

and she does what she does anyway. the show is a different scenario, ofc, it's higher stakes and colin feels far more betrayed than book colin but they're both absolutely furious and terrified for what might happen to her over the situation.

don't complain about the show not bringing enough of the book if when they bring in book elements you're going to complain nonstop about them.😩

even the whole he struggles to stay mad at her thing. like, yes? that's a colin trait:

he does get morose and then he gets mad and then he's mad that he's mad and then he's mad that he's jealous. the man struggles over those emotions a fair bit. but like, he says one twatwaffle line after his trust is quite thoroughly betrayed by the woman he loves and he's supposed to be punished for forever? was there a committee? a trial? a jury?

i'm putting this down here because i don't think anyone will read this far, ha, but truly the angriest takes i've seen come out of this come off as incredibly immature tbh.

you're right tho, they are too sweet and sexy for that nonsense.

[honey-tragedy]

homestuck side of tumblr, if your still alive, please give me your wisdom

how do we feel about homestuck cosplays in the year our lord 2024? i have come into possession of a official terezi scalemate cloak and i think its infected my brain

[raidermomma]

[ange-fou]

WOMEN

Take a self-defence class. Take a first-aid class. Stock up on contraceptives. Get tested. Get vaccinated. Quit smoking. Quit drinking. Start lifting weights. Start running. 

Learn DIY. Learn to drive. Learn to dance. Learn to swim. Learn to code. Learn Spanish. Learn Arabic. Learn Mandarin. Learn Russian. Learn a sign language. Learn to fly. Learn to fall.

Save money. Pay off your debts. Read more. Update your contacts. Change your passwords. Make sure you have a valid and up-to-date passport. Put your affairs in order. Give away or sell all the stuff you don’t need. Volunteer. Be honest. Be brave. Hold hands. Stay woke.

Don’t spend your money (or time or energy) on assholes or companies with asshole policies or asshole CEOs. Don’t buy junk you don’t need.

Know your area. Know your history. Know your rights. Know your government. Know the law. Know the world. Know your body. 

Ask questions. Ask for help. Ask for a raise. Take notes.

If you see injustice, speak up. Speak out. 

Think intersectional. Examine your privileges.

Talk to other women. Talk to girls. Listen. Try not to judge. Plant seeds. Build things. Make stuff. Break shit. Fix shit. Do not be afraid.

Eat vegetables. Grow vegetables. Avoid junk food. Learn to cook. Add less sugar. Add less salt. Eat less meat. Drink more water. Give blood. Join the organ donor register. Cycle. Recycle. Compost. Insulate. Donate. Meditate. Rest. Walk, stretch, move. Breathe deep and slow.

Write emails, write letters, send postcards, sign petitions, register to vote. VOTE. Hold your representatives to account. Know their names, know their numbers, know their policies and personalities. Run for office.

Remember you are not alone. Ever. You have mothers and sisters and daughters and wives and nieces and cousins and grandmothers and aunts and friends and allies all over the world, rooting for you, cheering you on and wishing you well.

As long as you have breath in your body you have power. Use it. Do not be silent. Do not be silenced. Speak, shout, stomp, scream. Do not believe anyone who tries to tell you that you have no voice. You have a voice. You have many voices. Within each of you a choir of angels. Sing.

[mediademon]

SAVE YOURSELVES! (2020) dir. Alex Huston Fischer and Eleanor Wilson

[blood-mocha-latte]

#11 for the kiss prompts! a tasteful luztoye or webgott if you will...

11 - neck kiss (smutty, intimate)

George’s back hurts.

“This isn’t funny.” He tells the mattress, blessedly cool against his cheek. “This is – this is psychotic. This is torture. You’re a sadist.”

Joe’s hum is gravely, amused. “I told you I should’ve gotten that box. It’s heavy, and you have old people bones.”

He is thoroughly unperturbed by George’s plight, puttering around doing something or the other around the bedroom. George spreads his fingers against the comforter, winces when it twinges his back.

“I’m cold.” He says, on the edge of complaining. Joe had at least helped him shrug out of his shirt, and with the ceiling fan turned on, George is fairly certain that his immediate fate is to freeze to death. “And don’t call me old. You’re older than I am.”

“I didn’t say you were old, I said that you have old people bones.” Joe corrects him, entirely too carefree. Which, George would usually appreciate, given the limited amount of moments where Joe actually is lighter, but right now, he kind of just wants his husband to lie down with him and stop with the unnecessary unpacking of the assortment of garbage they’d absorbed at one point or another. “You crack like a glowstick on a good day, doll.”

George frowns into the mattress. “Curse my lineage.” He tells the bedsheets, and Joe snorts. He pats his palm against the bed, groans. “And c’mere, you asshole. You can’t just leave me stranded.”

He still can’t see Joe, the other somewhere behind him, but isn’t surprised at the warm palm that presses lightly to the back of his own hand.

“I didn’t leave you stranded.” He says, suddenly much closer, voice rough. “I was looking for this.” George can see him out of his periphery, now, also shirtless and appreciably more bronzed. A bottle cap pops and George groans, internally relieved.

“So long as I can sit perfectly still and you don’t touch me, we can go as many rounds as you want.” He says. Joe’s laugh is huffed against his shoulder blade, as he grazes his lips over George’s scapula and along the path of his throat to his ear, careful not to put anything but barely any pressure. “Why did we get massage oil, again?”

The mattress dipped gently as Joe shifted to kneel on top of it, a knee on either side of George’s calves. “When I fucked up my shoulder.” He said, dry fingertips ghosting warmly over the dip of George’s back. “And you googled how to help with knotted muscles and came back with a fuckin’ Hoover dam amount of oil.”

George’s grin feels bright, right down to his heart. “What,” He says, “We make our way through the rest of the bottles or somethin’?”

“Or somethin’.” Joe agreed dryly, hands disappearing briefly from George’s back before returning just as smoothly, light touches along the curve of his spine. “Tell me if I go too heavy.”

George groans as soon as Joe puts more weight behind his hands, sliding the heels of his palms up his back. “You should lie on top of me with your full weight.” He says. “Just an offer.”

Joe hums, and his hands trace a path back up and down, the small of George’s back to the top of his spine.

“Maybe later.” He says lowly, and the mattress creaks as he presses further down, the sturdy muscle of his left thigh and smooth, cold metal of his right prosthetic both pressing against the outsides of George’s thighs.

The next path his hands moved along are followed briefly by Joe’s mouth, and he presses his lips to the top of George’s spine as he did so.

Joe’s knuckles brush over the right, pained span of the left half of his middle back and George groans again, pained.

“We’re married.” He mutters, can’t help but smile into the mattress. “I think that means in sickness, health, and most importantly, when my back kind of hurts.”

Joe’s laugh is a warm gust of air against George’s skin. He’s warm, heavy against him, and the hands on George’s back are both a layer of protection against the chill of the room and the receding pain in his back.

He probably just strained a muscle, if it feels that easy to fix, and he lets go of some sort of pleased, nonsensical noise when Joe’s palms run up his skin again.

“We’re married.” Joe repeats, a low rasp, pressing his thumbs to George’s scapula. “You believe that?”

George makes an annoyed noise when Joe’s hands stall out, shifting his hips against the mattress and Joe’s own to push back and roll onto his back, hardly caring about the oil.

“No.” He murmurs, Joe dropping further into the bed to meet him, oil warm and running along his waist instead as George licks into his mouth, fingers knotting together behind his neck. “Yesterday I was nineteen.”

He pulls back enough to kiss the side of his mouth, instead. “You aged eight years in a night?” George can’t help his smile, wide and warm, so Joe kisses his cheek, instead.

“I’ve heard marriage does that to you.” He says, running his own palm down Joe’s back as the other dipped in to kiss him again.

“Mm.” Joe agreed, wordless, against his lips. “There’s oil everywhere.”

George pulls away, just enough to exhale a laugh against Joe’s cheek.

“We were gonna have to change the sheets anyways.” He murmurs, Joe heavy on top of him as he huffed a laugh.

“When you’re right, you’re right.” He says against George’s cheekbone, the hinge of his jaw, his pulse point. “What d’you want for dinner?”

George pushes a hand through his hair with a hum, lips pressed to his temple as Joe kisses his neck. “I don’t care.” He says, otherwise occupied.

“Lasagna?” Joe moves up enough to ask the words against George’s lips. “There’s some in the fridge.”

George laughs, warm and bright and almost ache-less. “I’d starve to death without you.” He says, warm and mumbled against Joe’s mouth.

“I’m sure.” Joe says, on the edge of a laugh, before dipping down to kiss him again. “Hey. Marry me?”

George laughs, palms pressing to the dip of Joe’s back. “Already done.” He says, and Joe hums and kisses him again.

[reality-detective]

It's time to "RESCUE THE REPUBLIC." 🤔

[hasanpits]

there are going to be truly legendary levels of annoying posting today from usamericans

[loz-the-noob]

I find Marie’s body language in Return of the Mammalians really interesting because I can use it as Momrie propaganda BECAUSE it’s a really great physical representation of a side of her personality we don’t get to see that much in the game.

There are only a couple of instances this can be applied to in Return of the Mammalians but because I’m bored and desperate, I can stretch it to three, with a fourth scene where I think it could be improved.

Hold on to your tentacles! You’re probably going to think I’m insane after this.

I can’t believe you actually want to read this.

So, the first example I have AND the one that inspired me to write this mess is the scene during the construction of the uh, the machine thingy (does it have a name?) where Callie leaps at Marie to hug her in celebration of completing their task. And I MEAN leaps. We can’t see the whole of their bodies but judging by the suddenly acquired height difference, Callie is completely off the ground at this point. Given that the scene ends in a freeze frame, we don’t see the full force or speed of the hug-tackle either, but what’s clear is that Marie is prepared for it. Just to give myself a bit of focus because I have NO idea where I’m going with this; if the Marie-is-a-Horrible-Cousin Truthers whose splatoon knowledge ends like 6 years ago are correct, wouldn’t Marie have gone ‘Ew. UGH. CAL *hair flip* why are you TOUCHING me?’ or something? Or at the very least be completely unprepared to catch her? And that’s the thing! She doesn’t just hug her back - she CATCHES her. As shown by this here low quality image vv

Marie’s arms come up under Callie’s in a scooping motion. She is fully aware of her cousin’s physical recklessness and is completely prepared to catch her and keep her safe. I mean, the fact that Callie trusts her enough to just… fling herself at her is telling enough.

Alrighty. Next point GO!!

After Cuttlefish (I don’t like calling him that. Let’s call him Craig) after Craig gets Sucked Dry by That Bear, the Squid Sisters seem… mildly concerned, which is probably to keep the upbeat and comedic feel of the game while sacrificing a little emotional realism (coming back to this later!), but after they see he’s fully conscious and capable of floating by himself for some reason (?) everything’s Suddenly Fine Again. Except the world being in immediate danger, obviously. But here’s the thing (did I say that already? Well, there are 2 things)! For the remaining portion of the game this side of the end credits, Marie is just… holding Craig. As afore mentioned though, he can float. She doesn’t NEED to be holding him but she just is. Whether that’s because she’s happy to see her grandfather safe or whether something inside her soggy little brain saw something smaller than herself and told her to protect it is a mystery, but either way, that is some quality… body language… there…(again, lost my point. Weirdly, whenever I think about someone being held by Marie, I seem to lose focus. Huh.)

Anyway, here’s a picture of Marie holding Craig. Look at how she’s trying to engage him in something he could easily be left out of. Does this image not bring you joy???

Moving on briefly from all the Marie-talk, let’s talk a little Callie. I’m honestly thrilled about what they did with Callie’s body language in this game. She’s full of energy and quite hands-on, which is exactly how I expected her to be, even though this is pretty much the first time we see her physically interact with other characters in the entire Splatoon series. It just feels right.

It completely makes sense that Callie would spend the majority (why did that just autocorrect to Major Titty. Why.) of the pre-boss cutscene literally hanging off Marie’s arm, and the awesome thing about that is that Marie doesn’t pull away or look irritated by her cousin’s constant GRIPPING and SHAKING of her arm at all. I don’t know about you, but if I had someone attached to me like that while I was trying to think of a master plan, I’d be pretty annoyed. Unless, of course, it was Callie. I’m getting off track again here. My point WAS that Marie is so, so chill. I hate it when people try to portray her as angsty because she just… isn’t.

What all this body language shows is that Marie is a supportive, nurturing well of patience and ANYONE THAT SAYS OTHERWISE WILL BE FED TO THE BEASTS.

Which is WHY I think that during the scene where Craig is slightly rehydrated by the Captain’s tear, it would make way much more sense to have Marie reach out a hand to touch the Captain’s shoulder, or at least do something other than freezing there with an expression reminiscent of a damp, shocked cat. Now that Nintendo seems to have got their act together a little in terms of cutscenes, it would be nice to have more examples of characters (Marie. Marie is characters) using their body language to visually convey the finer points of their personality which may have been overlooked by some people *cough cough* Marie Trut-💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Struggling to find the point of this ‘argument’? So am I. What even is this? I’m not reading it back before I post it, that’s for sure. Gnight.

[empresskadia]

Im still so sad about finishing Envoy

Like,

343, please bring back Gray team

*not me kicking my feet and writing mine and Adriana-111's name under an umbrella*

[fantasy-addict-fics]

Okay, I found this shit on Pinterest today...... fucking no. Just no.

(Do not save this picture, it's wrong)

(Also, if I find out any minors interact with my blogs, I will block them)

MINORS SHOULD NOT BE WATCHING HAZBIN HOTEL

Hazbin is an 18+ show with dark and mature themes. The fuck is wrong with kids today?! Babies, we don't want you in the fandom, for your own safety!!!! Where is your sense of self preservation!?

I shudder to think of the things this next generation does. Plus, this causes problems for everyone.

[the-darkestminds]

I be pronouncing Lucien the way Voldemort pronounces Lucius idc