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also, a friendly reminder, the world we live in now consists of an active genocide.

of warcrimes being posted on twitter by the official account of israeli government.

of people looking at children, women and men being bombed, killed, starved and butchered and saying it is okay because of a single terrorist group, THAT ISRAEL CREATED.

of westerners saying to look away from the slaughter happening in gaza because your mental health is more important than thousands of lives.

of israeli politicians straight up using propaganda from nazi handbooks to dehumanise palestinians, calling them less than human, less than the rest of us, animals.

and what one palestinian man posted on his social media hit me more than anything: “if we actually were animals, people would care.”

Felt that it’s important to share videos like this too.

"The best thing we can do with power is give it away" - On the leftist critique of superhero narratives as authoritarian power fantasies:

The ongoing "Jason Todd is a cop" debate has reminded me of a brilliant brief image essay by Joey deVilla. [EDIT: I SCREWED UP! This was created in 2019 by the guy who runs the Midnighter-Core page on Facebook, and Joey just reposted it!]

So here it is, images first and the full essay text below:

"A common leftist critique of superhero comics is that they are inherently anti-collectivist, being about small groups of individuals who hold all the power, and the wisdom to wield that power. I don’t disagree with this reading. I don’t think it’s inaccurate. Superheroes are their own ruling class, the concept of the übermensch writ large. But it’s a sterile reading. It examines superhero comics as a cold text, and ignores something that I believe is fundamental, especially to superhero storytelling: the way people engage with text. Not what it says, but how it is read. The average comic reader doesn’t fantasize about being a civilian in a world of superheroes, they fantasize about being a superhero. One could charitably chalk this up to a lust for power, except for one fact… The fantasy is almost always the act of helping people. Helping the vulnerable, with no reward promised in return. Being a century into the genre, we’ve seen countless subversions and deconstructions of the story. But at its core, the superhero myth is about using the gifts you’ve been given to enrich the people around you, never asking for payment, never advancing an ulterior motive. We should (and do) spend time nitpicking these fantasies, examining their unintended consequences, their hypocrisies. But it’s worth acknowledging that the most eduring childhood fantasy of the last hundred years hasn’t been to become rich. Superheroes come from every class (don’t let the MCU fool you). The most enduring fantasy is to become powerful enough to take the weak under your own wing. To give, without needing to take. So yes, the superhero myth, as a text, isn’t collectivist. But that’s not why we keep coming back to it. That’s not why children read it. We keep coming back to it to learn one simple lesson… The best thing we can do with power IS GIVE IT AWAY." - Joey deVilla, 2021 https://www.joeydevilla.com/2021/07/04/happy-independence-day-superhero-style/

- Midnighter-Core, 2019

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid0bU6TrKdX6QgMLnUFk64jResHMVwiSyENASvJk7efasgZ94G4c81XJCVgGcLFPgPsl&id=594855544368212&mibextid=Nif5oz

i'd super appreciate reblogs for this one just to get input from a wider audience!

my meeting with my fyp supervisor is tomorrow & i'm sick, i can't take anymore damage pls

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

Dead poets society - 1989

Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

hey can we get a fucking round of applause?

standing ovation for @ao3org for fighting for fandom. we see you, we love you, we appreciate you, and we will be kind and patient until such a time as this issue is resolved.

(we will hopefully all also remember this next donation season)

rb to kiss ao3 staff on the forehead and give everyone a juice box and some animal crackers <3

I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself

No Longer Human // Ask Polly: Help, I'm The Loneliest Person In The World! // Franz Kafka // Sue Zhao // Fingertips - Fortesa Latifi // Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky // Juansen Dizon // The Garden of Eden - Ernest Hemingway // On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong

"I can't really feel happy without grief whispering over my shoulder"

I HOPE LOVING ME ISN’T THE HARDEST THING ANYONE HAS TO DO.

jenny slate // bernhard schlink // unknown // heather havrilesky // sue zhao // i.b. vyache // fatima aamer bilal // anne carson // bylthe baird // alice notley // jody chan // georges bataille // frank o'hara // emily palermo

Just another episode of Junwan and Ikjun exorcising each other — Hospital Playlist Season 2, Ep. 9

you say it's my villain era and what you mean is that when you were six you panicked about wearing the right thing to kindergarten, what you mean is that in middle school nobody was eating, what you mean is that you spent high school prepping for college and college prepping for adulthood and adulthood fucking lost in the system.

what you mean is that you've been good. you were a good team player. you would have never considered yourself perfectionist - those are people more popular, prettier, more successful - but you carry any flaw like a secret in you, terrified someone will desert you for the simple reality of your personhood.

if you were good you could be loved. you could be loved if you were selfless and thoughtful and caring. if you bent over for every person, if you went above-and-beyond, it would absolve you of who you actually were. deep down, how horrible that you had needs. that you had boundaries, that you had desires. you learned young that you cannot afford to cut people out of your life - you would have nothing left. it is better to live in the service of others, to supplicate. to worship. you weren't exceptional, you had to make up for it in some way. to prove to others you were worthy.

if they need you, it's the same thing as loving you. if you are always-there, always-listening, always-friendly, you are filling a role. you have a purpose. you are living correctly.

villain era, you repeat. you mean: yesterday you finally told a man no. for hours afterwards, you couldn't control your heartbeat. you mean: you've been saying positive affirmations on repeat, trying to teach yourself any new thing about how self care is necessary. you mean: three weeks ago, due to a scheduling conflict, you finally told a coworker that no, you couldn't do them a "quick favor". you have felt bad about that ever since. sure, it would have made you work late and it would have been extra stress - but you feel bad about it nevertheless.

you tell your therapist you have been leaning into evil. she asks what that means. when you tell her: sometimes i prioritize my own needs, she doesn't find it funny. she looks at you a long time.

"and that's evil?" she clarifies.

"well," you say. "feels evil to me."

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

beejhawk + angel olsen

big time / if it’s alive it will / iota / never be mine / spring / go home / unfucktheworld / all the good times

The Good Place season one: Haha, what if someone was sent to heaven by accident and had to pretend to be a good person!

The Good Place by the end: Morality cannot be measured in a vacuum. While people should be held accountable for their actions, people are a product of their environment and the results of our actions are often beyond our control. Bad people can improve when they loved and supported. Also, the reality of death is essential to the enjoyment of life.

The Australian Ballet is doing Alice in Wonderland again and on one hand I’ve seen it before, and on the other, their Queen of Hearts has my favourite costume in anything every

Can I get uhhhhhhhhhhh a fanfic where current Sherlock gets thrown into the past, sometime around where he met John, and he meets himself and is like….damn…..I really lived like this???? And everyone is shook at how different Sherlock is from the future.

youve heard of missionary position. now get ready for MERCENARY position

Once more for those in the back.

missmentelle​:

At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.  At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer. 

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.  

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career and landed his first movie role at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first major movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first major movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow won the Academy Award for Best Director when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough. 

You can do it. Whatever it is. 

i misss herrr

#GlassOnion #MSheSolved #Angie #AngelaLansbury 🥺💔❤

little emotional spoiler

find your age on your spotify top 100 and tell me what song is there. mine is bedroom hymns by florence + the machine

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

also if there's anyone who have watched it & curious abt the opening song, it's OMOIDE by suzuki tsunekichi

the midnight diner is like. here are a bunch of people with less than perfect lives. we're going to show you how they go through hardships and sometimes sad bitter or bittersweet endings. and even after their stories are done they will still appear in other people's stories because at the end of the day their lives kept moving despite not being perfect and that's alright. and we're going to make you think about what life and happiness really mean through their stories and you're going to realize that even if things are bad or you don't have what you wished you'd have you can still be happy with the semi-strangers around you that have similar hardships as yours. because the most basic things human use as comfort is food. and little things like a warm meal will mean everything to you when you really need them. and these people will learn to accept what they have even when its not perfect or exactly what they wanted and no matter what's happening in their lives they'll still find themselves coming back to the midnight diner to see familiar faces and chat with the nameless man that fed them when they most needed it. and you're going to cry at the end of every episode

Reblog if you love M*A*S*H

Lets see how many of us there are

You can’t run from the past, not when the ends are loose and the pages were torn from the book, not even with your determination and stubbornness to never look back. You can run but don’t wonder why when you find the ghosts pulling you back and demanding the closure you deny them. 

(m.e.h)

How do you grieve for a child who lost the safety of childhood far too early? How do you plead for forgiveness for pulling the blindfold when they’re not ready? And how do you forgive yourself when you finally see them for who they are, the hopelessness in their eyes and the heavy hurt on their soul?

(m.e.h)

(was rewatching it chapter 2 & just strucks me)

dancing (drowning) 

The dark waters slip through her fingers, the waves swaying in a dance she can’t hear the music to. Would it let her go if she gives in? Or would it drown her, like those who danced before her? Would she be able to rest if she just closes her eyes?

Then, in the distance, she sees it - a beacon of light amongst the cruel waves of the ocean.

A small island in the middle of nowhere, a quaint house nestled between the trees. The lights from the house feel like a relief, like the first sliver of hope in bloodshed. She can almost feel the blessings splashed on her skin, the first ray of sun after a stormy hurricane. A figure stalks out of the red door, wrapped in warmth & comfort. She couldn’t see his face from where she was but she recognizes the soul all the same. 

He smiles, eyes crinkled with content. And in the desperation to feel that same smile stretched under her thumbs, she finally swims.  

The dark waters slip through her hands, laps at the open wounds on her legs (through her armour, on her back, on her neck, on the torn line of her left eye) - cocooning her in a slow ascend, a return to a home long since buried in a hope dismissed. 

She reaches out her cold hands and he catches her with his calloused ones.  

He clings to her hands, her waist, attempting to replace the chill with his own heat. She cradles his face with the same reverent love, the almost-worship adoration that she left him with the day he left her bloodstained. 

The wave crashes against the shore and the dance begins. 

(m.e.h)

summer rush

She is a summer child, sweet sweat and blood glistening when she was born. But the shelter is what she seeks every time the sun moves out from its hiding spot.

(to her, nothing shines as much as her Sun and he is now forever gone)

It was his summer when she first meets those emerald eyes. She admires his rogue, vicious beauty and he initially watches her with a hawk-like suspicion. 

But t’was summer. 

Was not long before they grin sharp at one another, devoid of the suspicion and laden with desire. And maybe it’s the repressed grief from the loss of her Sun but his kisses taste intoxicating. 

She tries to keep the feelings at bay and whispers that it was just the watermelon sugar high pumping through their veins.  

The summer was ending in his time when she saw more than the surface heat in his eyes and notices the linger in his touches, fondness eventually more obvious.

Summers are cruel, she decides when she kisses him one night - breathless with relief, relief, relief.

Fate is cruel, she weeps when he opens his eyes to her and she sees nothing but absolute, absolute love. 

(m.e.h)