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DOJA CAT — ATTENTION (2023), dir. Tanu Muino

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Wait a damn minute?! Did tumblr get less pg13 or something. I just saw a bunch of things posted that didn’t use to be allowed, well they use to be allowed and then they stopped being allowed. So are they allowed again . 🌚 👀

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Cause love is pain, but I need this shit

AGORA HILLS Doja Cat

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You all owe a big fucking apology to Johnny Depp. A man who was bullied, “canceled”, mocked, and abused for years while his abuser stood by and played victim. A man who almost lost his life while the woman he loved repeatedly abused, kicked, hit and berated him, calling him weak and mocking him for not fighting back. For not abusing her.

You all owe an apology to his children, Lily Rose and Jack, then-minors who were relentlessly bullied online for years and sent death threats when they defended their father. All the while, Amber was the abuser.

You owe an apology to his exes, who stood by him from the beginning and were ignored: Vanessa Paradis, Winona Rider, Sherilynn Fenn, Lori Anne Allison. All the while, Amber was the abuser.

You owe an apology to his friends and coworkers who sided with him, enduring years of online abuse: JK Rowling, Paul McCartney, Marylin Manson, Paul Bettany, Jude Law, Orlando Bloom, and Zoe Kravitz to name a few. All the while, Amber was the abuser.

Johnny Depp deserves better than for his story to be ignored because he is a man.

If you truly care about domestic violence and abuse, now would be a pretty fucking good time to show it.

CANCEL AMBER HEARD AND THROW HER IN JAIL.

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Yennefer of Vengerberg

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saying “that’s my fucking girl” after you make her cum is some real big dick energy.

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“I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.”

— Robert Polito (via hplyrikz)

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my favourite thing about the story of hades and persephone is that the story grew up with us.

i think most of us, when we were young girls ourselves, heard that first, most tragic version of the story: persephone, the innocent child of spring, who wandered into a dark, terrible place, and ate of a cursed garden. hades, meanwhile, was cast as a shadowy, grasping seducer, looming from the darkness: here he stood, the god of riches, of gemstones and bones, of cold, dead things, who wanted to snatch a little bit of sunlight for himself.

and then came the second version of the story, when we were older, not so much a change in narrative as it was of perspective: we heard about zeus raping leta, we read the way medusa was cursed for being raped by poseidon, we read about athena’s jealousy when she was outwoven by arachne, about hera tossing little hephaestus down a cliff because he wasn’t as beautiful as a god ought to be.

once more, we considered hades: the youngest of the trinity, free of spite and hatred and fits of rage, running an empire greater than his brothers’ together, with little ego and quiet efficiency. a god who only took one wife, only loved once, and then too: wholly, completely.

like something not out of a horror movie, but perhaps, indeed, a fairytale.

then the third turn, when we had grown older, acquired a veneer of cynicism, suffered boys who never grew to men, when we realized that the only way our sexuality would not be annexed was if we conquered it ourselves.

then came kore, the woman of spring, who found in hades a quiet, dark refuge, away from demeter’s wrath and hungry possession, away from the squabbles of those tiresome, reckless gods. the girl who fell in love with darkness. the goddess whose spirit was of renewal and rebirth, and still flourished in the heart of the underworld, the duality of her nature only serving to highlight her strength.

hades remained as he ever was, unchanging, like death itself. but persephone grew, acquired facets and beauty in her change, spring given form in metaphor and mythology.

hades and persephone grew with us. that’s why they’re powerful. that’s why they’re loved.

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“Our love was like a double-edged sword. However much I harmed you, you hurt me, too. And I’ve known, from the scratch of your first kiss, it would be my favorite way to bleed.”

— Daniella Michalleni, “Sharp” 

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ɪ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ.

ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ,

ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜsᴛ,

ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴ.

ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀʀʟs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟs ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛs.

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴍᴇɢʀᴀɴᴀᴛᴇs—

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss,

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ.

sᴏ ɪ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ʀᴇɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ.

ɪ’ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ.

ɪ’ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs ɪsɴ’ᴛ ᴡɪɴᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴏʀɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ɪᴛ.

ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ

ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ,

ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴍᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ,

ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ

-Daniella Michalleni