#we cannot shut up

[zenwinter]

More silly in-game doodling 🌻

[sharp-fanged13]

What a wonderful occassion to remember this happened and is canon af:

[harriertail]

wip of smth very cool with @needlepine.... coming soon

[stagefoureddiediaz]

The Helena diaz of it all has me fascinated. I’ve said for a long while that Eddie’s real issues are his mommy issues and this episode just cemented for me that we’re gonna explore that and deal with it.

Because it’s Helena who forced Eddie to grow up to fast - because her husband wasn’t around much - so she pushed Eddie into de facto parent and husband role ls - selfishly filling her needs and ignoring the damage it was doing to her son (it is a form of abuse in my book).

Eddie then had the audacity to fall in love with and marry Shannon and get her pregnant. It’s why Helena was always so off with Shannon - she was punishing her. She is also punishing Eddie for all of this and his refusal to return to El Paso only cemented further her bitterness and resentment.

Now she does have Ramon back she doesn’t need Eddie any longer to fill that role so she is still punishing him and part of that is tied into her glee over now getting to parent Christopher - something she has always been intent on doing the doppelgänger just gave her the opportunity- as well as allowing her to further punish her son and his love of Shannon.

Her barbed comments about building a pool were all about showing what she can provide Christopher - how she is parenting him better than Eddie - it’s part of her mind games - making Eddie feel like more of a failure as a parent to his son.

The reality of course is that the reverse is true - Helena’s parenting is all superficial, flash and showy - it isn’t the hard day to day parenting when things get tough and you have to be the bad guy. While Eddie has made mistakes, there is nothing superficial, flash, or showy about his parenting. It’s why bucks comments about Eddie being a great dad are so important.

Eddie feel like a failure right now and that he is entirely to blame for everything. But in reality, while he does bear a bit of the responsibility, the truth of the matter is that he needs to learn and deal with the fact that all of it actually stems from Helena and her abuse of her young son - Shannon never stood a chance just like Eddie never has.

[beetlethebug]

hello friends, enemies, countrymen, i am here to ramble about emmrook breeding kink that will eventually be a fic if i can pull myself together long enough. once we get to the cut it will be NSFW under there, just an FYI

so, starts with emmrich seeing rook with a child

not quite with manfred--but another child. perhaps in the aftermath of minrathous. holding a lost child on their hip, their hand taken by another, a third child clinging to their legs. the way they crouch down, uncaring of the dirt and the blood and the ache in their knees to answer every question. the kindness of their hands as they wipe away smudges of dirt and ichor and brush strands of hair back into place.

he watches as rook is eventually coaxed into sitting, and no less than five children have flocked to their side, settling around and listening to them as they start to regale the story. There's a little girl on their thigh, and they have an arm around her back; she's hiding her face in their neck, clinging to them, and he is struck by how nice the image is. how he wants, desperately, to have a large family with rook. how he wishes he could slot himself within the picture, but it is perfect as it is

and then rook's head raises, and they meet his gaze and smile, warm and kind, and say, "and i couldn't have done it without my partner, emmrich. he's very smart, and can do magic. shall he show you a couple tricks?"

he is, on principle, opposed to being reduced to mere parlor tricks. but it is far worth it to perform small, ultimately meaningless acts of magic for his captive audience. their joy is infectious, bolstering his spirits.

and none raise him more than rook, who's eyes are shining, trained on his hands the way they always are when he casts. who's eyes grow dark, nearly possessive, when a little boy climbs up and into his arms to start examining his grave gold and demanding he create illusions of nugs and dragons and all manner of things.

that night, after they have bathed and are basking in the comfort of one another, rook rolls over and mentions, soft, "you were good with them."

he feigns ignorance, turning to meet them, running a hand along their cheek just because he can. "I do not know what you mean, darling." there's an excellent crinkle to their nose, a furrow to their brow that is annoyance, nothing heavier, and he lets himself grin. "the kids. you were good with them." a pause, as rook considers, and then, "did you ever think about having them? kids, i mean."

and it is easy to confess that yes, he did. that he wanted a family, and a home. a place that was warm, and safe. that he does not feel he could have such a life now, at his age, and that he is perfectly content to raise manfred alongside them.

rook listens, and nods, and the conversation is good and heartfelt, but it is the words they say at the very end that catch his attention. mumbled, perhaps not even meant to be said aloud at all.

"i could give you a baby, if you wanted."

and thus starts his obsession

it is one thing to imagine a family with rook; another entirely to imagine the act

and there is something about their wording that piques his interest. it is not rook having his children, or taking his seed and bearing new fruit. they are giving a baby to him. there are implications, there, surely, unless he is thinking about it too deeply

he has been known to fall fast and hard and recklessly, especially when it comes to rook

rook does not top often--a matter of preference, an arrangement on both their parts. but tonight they are, and it is driving him wild

he is on his back, legs wrapped around their hips, arching into the mattress as rook holds both of his hands. they're wearing at least three of his bangles, and the new set of earrings he bought for them, and they are so, so beautiful he could nearly weep

"is there something you want, emmrich?" they ask, indulgent, slowing the roll of their hips so that he is forced to consider. forced to writhe as they hold him steady, unrelenting in the all-consuming wave of his arousal.

he is an eloquent man; he is a man of articulate desires, well-crafted passions, and no blushing virgin. and yet he is a bumbling fool as he admits, with hardly any class at all, "I want you to give me a baby."

rook laughs, because of course they do. but it isn't cruel--it's surprised, joyful, and they're leaning down to kiss him before he can retract his words. bringing teeth, and quick, deep thrusts, as they growl against his mouth. they want it, he does not need to hear the words. but they pull back and demand, "say it again," and who is he to deny his darling anything?

so he says it. again and again and again. asks to be bred, to be filled, all manner of deplorable, shameful things as rook finds pleasure within his body, promising him the world and more with every plea that falls from his lips. it is shameful, surely, how hard he gets when rook hisses that he's going to be so round and full of his cum, that he's going to have to take another sabbatical because there is no way they are letting him leave the house until he's well and truly pregnant. it doesn't matter that it's impossible; what matters is that they want it, desperately, and the thought is enough to bring them to the edge over and over again.

what really does it though is rook's devilish voice, somehow still composed even after they are both sweaty and shaking and fucked out, pressed right against his ear, asking, "you want to be a daddy, emmrich?"

and they say old dogs cannot learn new tricks

[t470n]

this might be a slightly controversial take but I love Cupid's character in HOO. In a lot of Classical and Renaissance depictions, he's quite mischevious, a little callous, and sometimes cruel. I really like this version of Cupid because it really leans into his 'tough-love' thing that he sometimes has. He's a god of love and he knows what's best for your love life so he's going to force it whether you're ready for it or not. He knows Nico's sexuality has been eating him alive, he knows Nico needs to get it out there and be accepted regardless of it, and he knows Jason is going to be accepting of him (and depending on your hcs it could be to help Jason realise his bisexuality). So he just makes it happen. Nico is having a horrible time and he isn't ready to put himself out there like that but Cupid is a god, he knows best and he's gonna just rip that bandaid off.

[evilkaeya]

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[ghostforwhat]

i think will should have gotten to see hannibal in his stupid little speedo at least once

[little-pondhead]

[inspired roughly by this post. My brain snails started going nuts so I thought it'd be easier to post this separately :)]

…

It was a lovely day in Gotham. Well, as lovely as it could be. The sun was up, peeking through the overhead cloud cover and making the buildings gleam in the rare sunlight. The air was fresher than usual, and faucets ran clear of strange and unusual toxins.

Somewhere in the Upper East Side, in a little neighborhood tucked away from the rest of the city, marched around the new boss of the area. She was a young girl, just barely in high school. But despite it being the middle of a work day, she wandered around her chosen streets, content to do whatever she wanted. Above her, a pair of siblings watched on and discussed the unique situation.

"So let me get this straight: that fourteen-year-old goth girl is a crime boss?"

Mia smiled at Leon, her older brother, and his dumbfounded expression as they rested on her balcony. "She's fifteen, actually. Her birthday just passed. We all got together and threw a block party for her!"

"You know how insane that sounds, right?" Leon turned to her, a bit miffed that she dared to say those words to his face. "She's a kid. Why do you all listen to her?"

Mia shrugged and sipped her beer. "She does good work. Holds her own pretty well, and the kid has connections. Good ones, too. That can be the difference between life and death in Gotham."

Leon rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I just don't get it. How did she end up in this line of work? Do child labor laws even apply here?? Why aren't the Bats doing anything?"

"Don't think about it too much, dipshit." Mia crushed her now-empty beer can in her hand and tucked it into a paper garbage bag hanging off of a hook on the balcony rail. A familiar set of green arrows was printed on the side.

"And now you're recycling?!" Leon realized. "When did you start doing that, Mia??"

The woman shrugged and got up, stretching. "Probably around the time Brambles absolutely reamed out Mrs. Zalinski for littering at the park."

"Wait, who's Brambles?" Leon scrambled upright and followed his sister inside.

Mia laughed. "Brambles is our fifteen-year-old crime boss!"

...

"I can't believe you got a cool name right off the bat," Danny grumbled, flopping onto Sam's bed face-first. Sam smirked and shoved him off with her foot. Danny just squawked and let himself ragdoll to the ground.

"It's your fault for not having a better gimmick." She said to his prone body. "Besides, it could've been worse."

"I think Inviso-Bill is the worst possible nickname for anyone." Danny groaned. "But you got something cool immediately. Who even thought up 'Brambles'? That's such a unique name!"

"Well the kids call you Grim; that's pretty cool."

Danny flopped over, twisting himself much farther than any human was supposed to just so he could glare at her face. "They only call me that cause one of the is obsessed with Harry Potter." He grumbled, pouting.

Sam just rolled her eyes and went back to sorting through piles of papers scattered all across her duvet. Since moving to Gotham several months ago, Sam had taken it upon herself to turn the experience into something useful rather than just moping all the time, as she originally wanted to. That 'something useful' had landed her as the newest crime boss in Gotham, with about a third of the Upper East Side as her current territory.

So many problems had popped up in the last year, and the group had decided that taking it on alone would never work. The GIW had been trying to close Amity's borders, Danny's parents had a scientific breakthrough, tensions in the Realms were high, etc. There was a lot on their plate! Sam's solution was to create a foothold in Gotham City. She would lay the foundations for Jazz to work in Arkham and forge a safer environment for the residents of Amity Park to sneak off to if the GIW went too far. She was essentially weaving a cushion for everyone to fall back on.

Danny, using the power of duplication, was splitting his focus between foiling his parent's plans and resolving issues with his rouges to create a united front. He was the main distraction, and Sam's own heavy hitter when she needed help establishing dominance.

Tucker planned to gather intel with the help of Technus and Jazz. They were trying to gather as much evidence as possible so they'd be in the clear when the whistle blew. The GIW would crash and burn, legally speaking. They were the bugs of the operation, spreading themselves thin and hoarding information like it was candy.

Dani was their wild card, their jester. She was keeping the JLD's attention focused solely on her and all the supernatural hijinks she was stirring up. When the time was right, she'd point them in the direction needed and let them loose. After winding them up so much, the hope was that the Justice League Dark would descend upon the GIW like hellfire.

But those were their future plans. Right now, Sam was in possession of specific files from Arkham Asylum and the GCPD. She was looking for anything to give her an edge in the upcoming meeting with a few other crime bosses. Some annual thing they host to renew Goonion contracts, see who's still alive, and examine how much the territory lines have changed. Stuff like that. Red Hood was supposed to be there, and she knew she needed an ironclad defense against him and his nosy colony of Bats.

Danny untwisted himself all of a sudden, making a weird face. "Sorry, got to go." He apologized. "Vlad just showed up to my house."

Sam waved him off. "Go, I'll be fine for today. Just be on time for the meeting on Friday. And I want you, not a double."

"You got it!" Danny did finger guns at her and promptly melted into a pile of green goo. Right on her bedroom floor!

Sam sighed and got up to throw a towel over the puddle. The ectoplasm would evaporate eventually, returning to the original Danny little by little. But for now, this would keep anyone from asking about it until it was all gone.

Sometimes she really hated living in student dorms. People always felt the need to burst into her room for no reason.

Who even made dorm rooms for high schoolers in the first place??

...

Jason couldn't help but stare at the new recruit.

Well, 'new recruit' wasn't exactly accurate. 'Potential to be the most headache-inducing supervillain' was more like it. Standing at a solid 5'10" with platform boots, Brambles, the newest crime lord who had taken over half of the Upper East Side in under four months, was almost tall enough to look him in the eye straight on. Which she tried to do anyways, tilting her chin up oh-so-slightly (in that stupid way aristocrats do when they want to look down at you) and glaring at him with open hostility.

Brambles was young, way too young to be in this line of business. At the start of the annual underground crime meeting (yes, they couldn't come up with a better name), she had announced that she was fifteen, went by she/her, and would snap the dick off of anyone who looked at her funny. Most everyone laughed at her, thinking it was an empty threat. Brambles proved it wasn't by sucker-punching a younger lieutenant who tried to get handsy with her five minutes into the meeting.

When the lieutenant's boss protested and threatened a gang war, Brambles had snapped her fingers and summoned what could only be a fucking pit demon from the depths of hell to threaten the man back. The creature looked like a teenager, just like Brambles, at first. But it was...off. The longer you looked, the worse it got.

It wore a draping black cloak that covered most of its body, with the ends turning to mist when it reached the floor. It had a pale, young face and white hair. Its eyes glowed just like Brambles', except they were a toxic green that made Jason's heart skip a beat in fear. The creature was snarling, with a fucking muzzle on it to keep its sharp teeth away from wandering fingers.

With a nod from Brambles, the creature bounded forward and knocked the guy to the floor, its arm elbow-deep into the guy's chest. The dude looked terrified, and a little sick "Would you rather lose a lieutenant or your life?" She had snarled, sounding almost a bit demonic herself. The other boss had backed down without another word, writing off his subordinate as dead and gone.

Instead of killing the guy, however, Brambles simply banished her little guard dog to a corner of the warehouse to play with its new toy in peace.

"Is she allowed to do that?" Someone whispered.

"They weren't unionized, so the Goonion won't say anything." Another answered.

It was the most awkward meeting in the history of the criminal underworld. No one even died since they were all focused on the newcomer.

Jason could feel a headache forming as the meeting came to an end. Brambles was still sitting in her chair. The creature had grown bored of its toy and was leaning against her, sprawled out lazily and barely flicking an ear at the onlookers in acknowledgment. A few people were idling around her, mostly women, trying to talk some big game and get on the kid's good side. Brambles was humoring them, taking tight control of the conversation when they got too prying.

Jason sighed. He knew he'd have to go over and have a talk with the kid, even if it was just for Bruce's files. He hauled himself upwards and stalked over. "Pardon me, ladies and gents, but I'm going to borrow the kiddo here for a moment."

The creature hissed at him, tensed at his approach. Brambles kept a tight grip on the back of its muzzle, keeping it grounded. The other criminals scattered like flies. They were the only two (three?) left in the warehouse within minutes.

Bramble rose to glare at him. "What." She spat. "If you're here to convince me not to get involved with anything, I will set Grim on your ass after lighting it on fire."

The creature, Grim, growled in agreement. The sound echoed strangely like he was hearing it from underwater.

"Relax, I'm not here to do any of that." Jason raised his hands in surrender, immediately abandoning that possible line of thought. "I'm just here to talk business. You're young, and while you don't want to admit it, inexperienced."

"Stop the fancy words, Red Hood." Brambles' eyes glowed again, and she released her hold on Grim's muzzle. "If you want to make a deal, say it to my face. If you're here to dig for information, either ask me or hit the road. I prefer honesty over flower talk, so tell me what you want before I take over your area, too."

Jason bristled. His vision was tinted green as he snapped, "What the fuck is your problem, kid?! I just wanted to make sure you were safe and not being forced to do this. I was even going to offer my support and protection if it was too much! I know you aren't going to stop, but that doesn't mean I want a kid to die just because they got into something they shouldn't and they think their fancy guard dog will always be there to protect them!"

Brambles' eyes stopped glowing, and her stare softened a bit. Grim went deadly still, just floating there, staring at Jason. His heart beat like crazy in his chest. What was he saying? It was all true, but he could've been nicer about it. Dick would've found a way to be nicer.

-krrrk- "Ibis, reporting in. I think you can trust him, guys. Even if he's a Bat, his connections and experience would be useful in our plans. Ibis out." -krrrk-

Jason flinched from the sudden noise, looking around to find the source. It sounded like it had come from everywhere, even inside his own helmet. Brambles immediately switched out her hostile look for an annoyed one, tapping an earpiece he hadn't noticed before.

"Ibis, you really have to stop opening up our comm lines to the public." She snapped, but there was no real heat to it. "And I thought I told you to stop eavesdropping!"

-krrrk- "Sorry, can't help it. I'm everywhere now! You shouldn't have given me this power." -krrrk-

Grim hissed.

-krrrk- "Don't hiss at me, young man! You were the one who suggested this!" -krrrk-

"I'm sorry, time out!" Jason made a T with his hands. The green from his vision had completely disappeared now. "What the FUCK is going on now?"

Brambles sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know what? Fine. We'll trust you. My name is Sam. Nice to meet you, Jason Todd."

Jason stepped back, immediately reaching for his gun. Grim darted forward and promptly flew through him, stealing all his weapons in one go. "I'm Danny!" Grim-Danny?-chirped in a human voice, giving him a shit-eating smile. "Sorry for the act, Mr. Hood. And sorry about the name drop, I'm the one that told them."

-krrrk- "I'm Tucker! There are more of us, but they're busy. I have literally so many questions for you, Mr. Hood." -krrrk-

"Now that introductions are over-Danny don't eat his smoke bombs, you're not gonna look like Dorathea-we'd like your help."

Jason squinted at them. "You understand this is all suspicious as fuck, right? And how did a pit demon find out who I am?"

-krrrk- "Yeah, we know. But lives are on the line here, and I think you'd really be a help!" -krrrk-

Brambles-Sam-sighed and pulled out a flash drive. "I was going to use this as leverage, but I guess it'll have to be useful in other ways." She tossed it to Jason, who numbly caught it. "Look over it if you want. If you don't, then just burn it. Do not try to plug it into the Batcomputer. Don't try to send it to the Batcomputer, either. A virus will target that specific IP address as soon as it makes contact. Any other computer is fine."

"Look it over, and we can go from there," Danny added, spinning in midair while chomping on one of Jason's knives. (His good one, too!) "And I'm not a pit demon, but I am dead. That's how I knew about you. Whatever brought you back to life gave the Realms a real headache for a while. It wasn't hard to look you up in the records."

"This is so much information. Lives are on the line? And two, three kids are dealing with it? By becoming crime bosses?"

-krrrk- "Technically, Sam's the only crime boss here. And that was kind of an accident. She was supposed to create a safe foothold in Gotham in case we needed to evacuate our town. But we all got cool nicknames out of it! And you're the only adult we've told this stuff to!" -krrrk-

"I'm what?"

"The only adult." Sam's unwavering gaze seemed to pierce his soul. "There are quite literally no other adults that can help, Red Hood. None that we trust, not really. Any adult intervention needs to be planned carefully so it doesn't backfire on us. We're trusting you here, Jason. Not only are you like us, which technically puts you in danger too, but you have power and connections to support a whole town of people the government wants to eradicate."

Jason looked at the little green flash drive in his hand. He didn't want to ask. "And this...?"

"A fruit basket," Sam said simply. "Originally, it was supposed to be blackmail. But instead, this is a present to show our goodwill and faith. To show you our skills. That drive contains information on other gangs, upcoming rogue attacks, chemical breakdowns of Joker Venom and Fear Gas, unfinished antidote formulas, etc. Tucker and his team scoured the underbelly of Gotham and gathered dirt on every single prominent figurehead. Including Bruce Wayne, should you choose to use it."

"I would never-"

"But you've thought about it." Danny cut in and scratched his neck. Jason's hands shook. "It's not a bad thing. It's just the nature of the dead. Wanting to right the wrongs left over from their time with the living. Even if you walk and breathe now, that doesn't mean desire disappears."

"The point is, we need help. Even if I'm loathe to admit it." Sam rolled her eyes, and suddenly, Jason didn't see a potential supervillain in the making. He saw a teenager trying her best, shouldering the responsibility of hundreds of people, both in Gotham and her hometown. Danny looked the same, no matter how other-worldly he was. What battles were they facing? Why weren't there any adults to turn to? What kind of lives were they leading if they immediately trusted a known crime lord with their lives upon the first meeting?

"I'll think about it." Jason finally said. Danny trilled in excitement, and some tension bled out of Sam's shoulders. "If the situation is bad enough, however, I'm calling in someone else for help."

Danny shrugged. "As long as it ain't Batman! I don't think he'll appreciate us smuggling a town of liminals into his city."

Sam poked Danny's shoulder, prompting him to look at her. "Let's go, before you break his brain with more info-dumping. Bye Red Hood!"

"Uh, yeah. Goodbye!" Jason stuttered. He watched the two kids walk towards the exit door, before shimmering out of sight before they even touched the handle.

What the fuck.

[louieshalo]

demiromantic asexual riz gukgak save me… save me demi/ace riz who can’t distinguish his romantic feelings for fabian from his platonic ones

[bixels]

What did/do you like about Pharah?

Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.

Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).

But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.

There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.

Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.

[scaryscarecrows]

I know in my heart that Joker is the type of asshole to have probably sent Bruce quite a few tapes--or at least Polaroids or postcards, for the aesthetic--before, y'know. The last tape. The end.

-General torture tapes, because I didn't steal this camcorder to let it collect dust!

-A truly tacky Wish You Were Here!

-A Family Photo, featuring Harley Quinn as a 50s housewife, Joker smoking a pipe, and Jason with a smile drawn on with what Bruce hopes is cheap lipstick.

-A tape marked XXX that turned out to be a Birthday Party...feat. cake laced with Joker Venom. Fun times.

-A tape marked Birthday Party that turned out to be Not That. Did Joker get them mixed up? Was he being a dick on purpose? Who knows. Could go either way.

The tapes stopped coming shortly before the Brand happened. The pictures kept turning up, but always blurry and out of focus and that may not even be Robin.

[luxe-pauvre]

NOVEMBER 2024

Read:

against brute forcing

What the Left Keeps Getting Wrong

Why Democrats Are Losing the Culture War

How not to freak out about the US election

How not to freak out about the US elections, part two

Toleration is an impressive virtue that’s worth reviving

Learning and Not Learning Abortion

Objects of Despair: Mirrors

What Counts as Seeing

Why Power Brings Out Your True Self

Group think: why art loves a crowd

Real peer review has never been tried

The big idea: is convenience making our lives more difficult?

What Is Masterclass Actually Selling?

Feeling overwhelmed? How art can help in an emergency

the divine discontent*

How to Be Polite

Yes, Social Media Really Is Undermining Democracy

Chemistry: The Human Science

Astronomical Cake

Watched:

what can you ACTUALLY learn from video essays??

The Diplomat (S2)

Sweetpea

Silo (S1)

Listened To:

Charli xcx’s brat and it’s the same but there’s three more songs so it’s not**

Challengers (Original Score)**

Went To:

More meetings than I've ever had in a month. Why everyone has decided they want to do everything everywhere all at once this November, I do not know.

A meditation retreat (aka a 4hr exam that I invigilated).***

[ace-succo]

Can we take a second to talk about the cast for the upcoming Odyssey by Nolan cause that's not it...

I knew from the start that it would just be a blatant Hollywood production of an adaptation that we do NOT need, but God, now I'm really just pissed off.

Like, can you seriously get a british twink to play Telemachus ??? And mind you, i have nothing against Tom Holland. I even had a fan account of him when I was younger😭😭💀, but it's so crazy to me that there's not even ONE actor in the whole production that's actually Mediterranean, don't even mind Greek. There is NO way that they got Anne hathaway to play PENELOPE, as much as I like her as an actress, penelope is a woman from thousands of years before Christ there's no way they got an American actress with a perfect 21st century face to play her. Like where are THE NOSES, WHERES THE TAN. you cannot tell me that a SAILOR who has been at sea for 20 YEARS under the SUN for decades every single day is as pale as a vampire. STOP WHIWASHING PEOPLE IM SO MAD IM SO SICK OF IT. why does everyone always complain when a black actor is cast to play a former white character, but no one bats an eye when they get only the most American and British actors to play Mediterranean people that existed in a time where they didn't even know what Britain was. I'm. So. Mad. Like please you cannot make a movie set in ancient Greece and then have the characters look like they know what a microwave is .

Like I don't think that they realise that these people were 24/7 under the burning sun without sunscreen and that even if they are white they had to have some kind of tan going on 💀

Can we just stop americanizing every single piece of media existing in the world thank you

[homoquartz]

i've seen two articles by trans people, back-to-back, complaining that "visibility" is not only ineffective, but has brought us into the line of fire

what an absolutely piss-poor take. literally shockingly misinformed, especially from the kind of people writing it.

i don't feel like writing out all the reasons why right now, just that i'm annoyed by some of our people losing so much hope they're starting to spit at what progress we have made.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"There's no escaping this fight..."