#Die Suffragette

[fawnvelveteen]

Asta Nielsen as the determined suffragette Nelly Panburne in 'Die Suffragette' ('A Militant Suffragette', Urban Gad, 1913). The character’s similarity with the name of the leading British suffragette of the period, Emmeline Pankhurst, emphasised the film’s engagement with the politics of the day. In Denmark, women gained the right to vote in 1915, in Great Britain in 1918, and in Germany in 1919.

[lesbianfreyja]

i know for a fact if it was a woman of color or a trans woman with no celebrity status attached you'd be real quiet. funny how you picked a white woman of mediocre talent to rally around. what is so fucking special about amber heard huh? she's another blonde white woman who has been running on sex appeal and getting jobs that way since the inception of her career and it's not a bit of bad publicity that'll change that at the end of the day. you can stop acting like she's ruined now. she's fine!

you know that for a fact, huh? can y’all stop putting words in my mouth?? it’s not her celebrity that i care about dummy. it’s that no amount of money & power will EVER free ya from misogyny. being trans or a woc would increase her risk of danger from ipv, sure, but when will y’all understand that misogyny is a dangerous influence in society point blank with no additions?

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Hermione Baddeley (Brighton Rock, Passport to Pimlico, Mary Poppins)— An absolute mainstay of British films from this period. She’s an icon who never takes shit from anyone in any of her movies, dresses for the occasion, and has the best line delivery! Also she started out in silent movies, and was a close friend of Noel Coward. In a desperate attempt to appeal to a large tumblr fandom, I will also point out that her first husband and one of her children were both called David Tennant. You like that name, don’t you tumblr??

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns propaganda:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/1jUEA03mYTk

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5d_qG9i054U

Court Jester (seducing the king): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-GuqFYElKg

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Hermione Baddeley propaganda:

Propaganda for both Hermione and Glynis:

[decolonize-the-left]

Is anyone else just completely disillusioned? Done?

I could not think any less of people still talking about celebrities or how their biggest issues are not having a Starbucks cup that's $50

Like why are we as a collective letting people like that run the lives of everyone on the planet? A planet rife with unnecessary conflict and greed? People who can't be bothered to just Not go to chick-fil-a?

Why are people who clearly value profit over humanity in charge of humanity, ykwim? How the fuck did that become a majority opinion?

I drive thru my nuclear town, I go to our community events, our local small businesses, I try to support my community in ways I can everyday. But I can't help but notice that So Many of the people who do that alongside me, don't show up to protest for the rights of the people they claim to support.

Its all so incredibly shallow and one dimensional and obviously disingenuous and why the fuck are the rest of STILL begging for the ability to make changes within the framework they built?

Why are we still making educational posts for them and trying to make them understand when the first thing we are taught about reaching understand is that you must first be willing to listen and they refuse.

The ruling classes never listened. Never, ever have they granted anyone any oppressed group rights that they asked for without the group needing to fight for it. And it's always after generations of oppression.

I'm fucking tired of being nice and pretending the laws they made up matter and like their socially constructed bureaucracy is the only way to make change to be quite fucking honest.

They're LUCKY we use it EVER and now they don't even fucking listen to our voicemails?

The only things stopping me from taking what's mine are disabilities and I'm Dying to know what everyone else's excuses are.

Or is that?

Are we all physically too incapable? Is every single able bodied person actually a liberal fascist?

Asking for the disabled Turtle Mountain Ojibwe person typing this who's life literally depends on y'all caring enough about other people to make life anything but a list of systematic circumstances I'll suffer from until I eventually die early of an illness I can't afford medical aids for and which are not provided for me either.

And if you're able bodied and you feel the same... Start working outside that framework and stop asking so nicely. Stop giving a shit if you don't have the support of the oppressors and their liberal foot soldiers.

Stop worrying about what CNN is gonna say about you because I promise that the people who matter and Understand you will be inspired to follow in your foot steps and supportive.

Get active in your co-ops, mutual aid groups, and consider training like you're black bloc.

Learn what direct action is and how to do it and start doing it. Just reading theory era is over.

More of this

less whatever the level of cognitive dissonance this is

Imagine saying 'i voted so I did everything I could' like the suffragettes didn't have an arson and bombing campaign because the people who Could vote were people benefitted from their systemic silence and thus did almost Nothing to help them get voting rights and they Refused to let oppressor laziness be their obstacle.

Yeah, they don't teach you that in Voting Matters School the suffragettes were bombing the UK just a year or two before they got their rights do they?

The only language oppressors will listen to is their own.

And I'm Tired of pretending otherwise because that delusion is what makes the privileged feel like they don't have to do anything but vote and makes them feel they're justified to criticize those of us that fight back through other avenues.

And maybe if we had politicians that gave a shit about any of us then those votes and movements and public sentiment would have a bigger sway in government, but they don't.

They don't fucking care.

Why are we still giving them power over any of us and letting them tell us what to do and demonize us when they use that power allowed to kill us and bury us in unmarked graves in some field in Mississippi? And make everything so expensive that the richest citizens on earth struggle to pay their bills?

Why can a government only "condemn" a state agent's right to shoot an unarmed protester 57 times, but they can bypass Congress to send Israel billions upon billions worth of weapons?

I'm tired of pretending this country is anything but a front for White Supremacists when every liberal I see is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking genocide is acceptable.

Shut the fuck up and get out of my equality tags, fascist.

[lorimnnn]

Mine Pt. 4

summary: before Michael was ever ‘The Shape’ of Haddonfield, he was just a boy. he was a boy in love with the girl across the road, his sister’s best friend--- the only girl to show him kindness, love and warmth. you.

Basically, Michael falls in love with his sister’s best friend at 6, who sometimes played emergency babysitter especially when Judith was fooling around with her bf. He clings to those memories growing up in the asylum until the day he breaks out, where he decides the first thing he wants to do is find you and keep you, your sunshine only for him. Reader is super girly and feminine, which just fuels michael’s possessiveness.

cw: gore, violence, kidnapping, obsession, manhandling, possessiveness, non-con themes, murder, not edited :((

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pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

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You’re numb. 

Time slips past your fingers like sand, your breaths more laboured by the hour. Long after he leaves, long after the police finally infiltrate your graveyard of a home, you’re still rendered comatose by shock. No, by grief.

How has your life come to this?

Not that you’d had dreams, or anything. That had never really been your thing. Ambitions were beyond you. Of course, you thought what they were doing with the suffragettes was amazing. It was about time. Opportunities and basic human decency, the validity of a woman’s life as just a life--- it should have been a given. It shouldn’t have been questioned, and it should have never had to have been fought for in the first place. But as amazing as you thought there was, it would never alter your outlook on life.

What did you even want from your life?

It had always seemed to be a given that you were put on this earth to live. What that exactly entailed didn’t really matter to you. Your life, your choice. If you chose to bum out for the rest of your existence, why not? If you chose to forge a career, why not?

You chose to get a job that funded your fun. Forbidden romantic rendezvous with unsuspecting men who would later spend a good six months of their life worshipping you and the rest remembering what it was like. Parties and dates and whatever the fuck you wanted to do. Whoever the fuck you wanted to do. 

It angered you that suddenly, your life had shrunk into the size of a little, puny rock in an overgrown man’s fist. 

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was...

“Miss L/N, please. Please co-operate if you can. I understand you’re in shock, but your statement is critical to furthering the investigation.”

You sighed.

You couldn’t escape the police anywhere. Not even in your hospital bed, chained up by IVs and barred across the stomach by your tray. Untouched jello and porridge. 

Gross. 

And you weren’t talking about the food.

The officer at your bedside clicked his pen again. Over and over and over again. 

“I’m not allowed to talk to men.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, officer.”

“Miss L/N.”

“Do you want to die?”

And you weren’t even joking. The words fell out of your mouth with some sort of airy humour, some sort of empty threat. But it wasn’t you that would do anything. No. Who knows--- he was probably watching right then. Waiting. Establishing his next victim.

You thought of the cute, rookie cop who had so diligently guarded your house. Who had watched you, red-faced and flustered and so, achingly hard as you changed behind an exposed window, that vivacious, scarlet lingerie set a teasing invitation he would never be able to accept. It was good fun. 

Could’ve been more, if your serial-killer stalker hadn’t cock-blocked you. 

Fucking Michael Myers and his baseless obsession. 

“Miss L/N, I can assure you that I can handle myself. I’m part of the FBI. And you’re currently under witness protection.”

“Sure I am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know. What about you check the news? I’m not sure shoving me in a random new town with a random new name will do you or me any good, officer. Respectfully, of course.” You rolled your eyes. “Actually, I changed my mind. Fuck off, unkindly.”

“Miss L/N.”

“What in the flying fuck do you want me to say? It’s exactly what it looks like.” You shrugged. “I used to babysit Michael Myers and for some reason, he came back for me. I don’t know why. If I knew, I would’ve called you first before any more people could die. Just chuck me behind bars at this rate. Probably safer in there than it is in here.”

Click click click. 

That fucking pen.

The officer rolled it between his forefinger and thumb, eyes moving over his notes, one ear tilted your way as you talked. His eyes blanked with thought. There was an unsettling amount of consideration he took regarding your words that possessed you with the urge to squirm--- he knew something you didn’t, he knew something he would never tell you. 

And judging by the way his gaze darted between you and his notes, up and down with equal scrutiny....

The more you talked, the deeper the hole you dug yourself.

You were only an object to him. Honestly, probably even the height of his career.

“How’d you know you wanted to be a cop?”

The Officer blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

He paused. Looked at you like he was trying to read you. But you had no answers for him. Answers that you’d probably want for yourself first, anyway. 

“I...”

You stared.

“I just did. I knew it. It was my purpose in life. It was my dream.”

“Boring.”

“Boring?” He raised one eyebrow. “Those are the words of someone who’s never had a dream to begin with. And looking at your file, I don’t think I’m wrong.”

“So what if I didn’t live my life by the books? Why should I be expected to know these things from the beginning?”

“There’s nothing wrong with not knowing, Miss L/N. It’s the not trying. Have you ever tried?”

Of course you tried.

In this stupid world, all you could ever do was try. 

Try live. Make sense of it all. Realise you never will. So then you try surviving. Can’t do that? You’re existing. 

And you were fine with existing. Sometimes those late night escapades made you feel like you were immortal. Eternal. Infinite. People lived, survived and died. You would exist and exist forever. 

“What are you trying to say, officer?”

“You tell me, Miss L/N. According to your file, you’ve always been a popular party girl. Living for cheap thrills. Nothing particularly beyond that.”

“And there’s something wrong with that?”

“You’re missing the point.”

“You fail to have one.” You lifted your chin. “Are we done here?”

The officer only smirked. He stood and looked you over, once again seeing something you didn’t, once again scaring you with how tempting it was to wrap the tube of your IV around this fucker’s neck and watch him die on these cold, linoleum floors. 

“Parties and sex aren’t the only way people get cheap thrills, Miss L/N. Your history of moral depravity and narcissistic justice are what conceived history’s most horrifying killer. Perhaps you’re more compatible than you think.”

He walked out. 

He walked out and like a gentleman, offered a smile as he closed the door.

What the fuck?

What the fuck? 

You screamed yourself hoarse at his shadow. 

___

Was it your fault?

Was it?

That was the thought that continually plagued you the moment the officer left and the second nightfall hit. You’d drawn your knees up to your chin, frail arms wrapped around your calves. He’d used such fancy words--- fancier words than you’d ever use to call someone a secret psychopath.

What a pretentious dick.

Moral depravity and narcissistic justice your ass. He probably rehearsed those words in front of mommy before he ever said them to you. Motherfucker. Little shit. For someone so ‘intelligent’, you could think of a hundred better ways to show it than to blame an innocent woman for someone else’s mental... Not even problems. Mental nothing. Whatever went on in Michael’s brain was beyond you. It was beyond everyone,

And obviously, beyond that fucking officer. 

Oh well.

He’d be dying in a few hours anyway. 

Hang on.

The fuck?

“Did I really just think that?” You paused, tilting your head towards the window. It was barred shut and you could hear the wind and rain whipping the smudged glass. You would do anything to nudge it open a bit. Get a breath of fresh air and remind yourself you’re still alive, that you’re not just another name in someone else’s narrative. That you had as much willpower as anybody did, and wouldn’t succumb to something as stupid as peer pressure. “Maybe he wasn’t making up about moral hunger or whatever.”

Because you had to be honest.

If you closed your eyes, as much as you pretended to hate it, you were comforted by Michael in your arms. Even with him threatening to gauge out your intestines, you’d reminsiced. You’d remembered how it had been, how easy it had been then--- when you were young and still had your heart intact and highschool wasn’t all about hunting you down for counselling and gossiping about whether or not you were the one who told Michael to do it.

To kill Judith.

About everyone knew that you were babysitting the little killer, that your friendship with Judith was balancing precariously on the precipice of completely falling apart. Judith couldn’t keep her mouth shut about anything. So why did you have to? Why did you have to be the better person just because it was the right thing to do?

There you go again.

You sighed. “What the fuck. I need to clear my head.”

But nobody would be letting you out. The closest thing you had to escape was the bathroom, and at that point, you were taking whatever you could get. And that was a shower. A long, hot shower, missing half your skin-care products and useless pampering tools, but it was a hot shower nonetheless and you were taking it.

Is he watching me now? 

The thought struck you without warning, and you froze in the midst of undressing. Suddenly, there was an underlying, taboo hint of sensuality in everything you did. Peeling off your shirt, your shoulders flexing, spine lengthening. Loose pants sinking lower on your hips. The fabric grazing the surface of your skin, the slow drag all too similar to someone’s heavy-handed carress.

Was this wrong?

Were you secretly a problematic nymphomaniac? 

Your breathing escaped you quicker, harsher. Your hands shook as you reached for your throat, remembering the roughened meat of his palm against your delicate flesh, holding you captive with impossible strength. He had bended you to subservience, just like that. Without trying. Without you properly fighting. 

And that’d pissed you off more than anything--- this little boy pretending to be a grown man, throwing you this way and that, using force to achieve the impulses of every habitual whim. 

But..

He’d sunk into you yesterday.

He’s softened. He’d become human again. He grew up. He’d pursued you for a scrap of affection he would never be able to relive--- it was stolen from him.

And here you were, sympathising with a killer. No. 

Sympathising with a man so starved of affection that he only knew how to threaten the one person who’d given it to him, hoping for it again.

It’d been tragic.

It’d been...

You wanted to sob. You were fucked, you were so fucked in the head. And as the water hit your skin, as your hand ventured south of your body, nipples erect and skin prickled over with goosebumps, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You were hardly aware of the clanging outside. None of it mattered.

Nothing at all. 

Was it wrong, that you were remembering his hardness now?

That at the prime of the moment, you’d hated it. But now you remember it with a strange hope, with a whispering “what if”--- because, what if? 

What if Michael Myers was more than a monster? Or what if he was only a monster, cultivated by misunderstandings and chanceless assumptions?

He had been a live animal in your arms, yesterday.

A live animal. Alive. Real. Tangible. 

Less... Terrifying. 

Were you the only one who would ever see him like this?

And did that make you wrong, or the world wrong? 

You didn’t flinch when the door to your shower slid open behind you. It was like that scene out of psycho, where the killer attacked that poor woman without her ever suspecting, without the face ever showing, only his hand and the knife. Funny how it was almost metaphorical, now. Because nobody would ever believe if you if you told them there was a time in Michael’s life where all he wanted was someone to show that that they did see him, that the attention he so desperately begged for was within reach, that his sister might’ve not paid attention the way she was supposed to but at least her best friend did. 

You should probably be scared.

Petrified, even, so you feign it as you lift your gaze over your shoulder and see him, because you’re more scared of what it means if you aren’t.

And there he was.

Standing there, a void of nothing, yet still consuming you all the same.

That mask.

That fucking mask.

If you tore it off his face, would your sanity come back for you? Would his face finally deter you? 

Shakily, you reached outwards, fingers curling as they neared him, burned away by those demonic, soulless eyes. You got close enough to almost touch him before his hand came out of nowhere and caught your wrist, grip hard enough to bruise you purple. A weak cry started in your throat.

It never escaped. 

“Why?” you whisper.

And of course, he had no answer for you. Just staring. Only staring. Holding your wrist in a grip hard enough to break, naked body trembling even as the water began to scald your back. 

“Trying to get to second base so soon?” You try, and you can’t stop. Why are you joking with him? What part of this is a joke? “I didn’t think it was in you to skip first base, but then again. I’m not sure I know you at all.”

His grip softened.

“I’ll be taking that back,” you said, and surprisingly, he let you rip your arm away. It landed with a faint smack against your chest. “Guess I didn’t teach you well enough if you think pulling me around, driving me insane with fear is a good way to woo a woman, let alone your old babysitter.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned away from him, entire body shaking so violently, all sense of strength abandons you within seconds. But you forced yourself to reach for the sponge. Forced yourself to soap your body like he wasn’t there, like this waws an everyday occurrence. 

And well, it sort of was. Minus the serial killer part.

Men have been in your shower before, right? 

He was just another.

He meant nothing to you, right?

Get it together, Y/n. 

“So who was it this time?” You could see his reflection against the wet tile. He stared listlessly back at you--- so nonchalant, yet so, distinctly intent. “The poor soul who had to suffer at your hands for existing, that is. I’m really hoping it wasn’t my nurse. She was actually pretty nice. Didn’t do shit. But none of them do, right?”

He stepped forward.

Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“I-I-” you cleared your throat. “I...”

Something touched your back. Something roughened, heavy-handed but deceivingly gentle, the water trickling down your spine washing the blood off the rest of his finger. It pooled at your feet, staining the drain. 

You’re paralysed.

You couldn’t stop it as that cursed finger trailed further south, tingles spiraling across your back in waves, zinging at every forewarning of more pressure. 

His hand. Your bare back. 

It was the worst kind of foreplay known to man.

Death?

Something worse?

Your eyes widened at the feel of his entire palm splayed out across the small of your back, pushing gently until your front touched the wall of the shower. There was so much power behind that simple push. So much deliberation, like he was teetering on the edge of killing you, just like that.

But he wouldn’t. 

No. 

That traitorous, earthy groan that escaped him said all. The way he pushed the rest of his body against you said more. 

And it also said something else. 

You were never getting out of this. 

Hardcore smut in next part!

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[kirstysedgman]

The Reasonableness Theory of Good Omens

I’ve never done a Tumblr post before, but I’m going to have a go at it now, because the heaven/hell logics in the original Good Omens book (see also: the tv show The Good Place and also Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series generally) were foundational to the development of my theory of human behaviour – and I think it now explains A LOT about the Aziraphale/Crowley ending of Good Omens 2, and also what’s going wrong with us as a society.

So long story short – I’m a Cultural Studies academic at the University of Bristol, and I recently published a ‘smart thinking’ book called On Being Unreasonable: Breaking the Rules and Making Things Better (in bookshops now with Faber & Faber!). Here I explain how demands to “just be reasonable!” have been weaponised throughout history to halt social progress, from the suffragettes to Stonewall to the Civil Rights movement, up to the uproar over Black Lives Matter and Just Stop Oil protests today. Basically, what I think biblical-satire shows like Good Omens and The Good Place are satirising is exactly this: the inherent moral UNREASONABLENESS of the ‘reasonable person’, who wants things to be better but isn’t willing to break any rules to achieve it – even if those rules are bafflingly unfair and nonsensical (like the Job plotpoint, where Aziraphale began to realise this for the very first time).

When I say the ‘reasonable person’, I’m talking about the ‘moderate’ whom Dr Martin Luther King famously described in his Letter from Birmingham Jail as being almost worse than the ‘evil’ side of the out-and-out racist. This is the so-called ‘good’ side, who talk the language of progress whilst getting in the way of any attempt to realise it because they are “more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice”. In On Being Unreasonable I trace an overarching tendency to value the APPEARANCE of reasonableness (calm voices, shiny smiles, dapper suits) over the messy impoliteness of standing up and fighting back. In other words, rather than Heaven being the good guys and Hell the bad guys, Good Omens exposes how BOTH sides end up doing bad things because they’re unwilling to rebel against authority, break unjust rules/laws, and actually do what is RIGHT. We saw this especially clearly, I think, in the hell fire/holy water scene: one side might be ugly and the other side beautiful, but both sides are shown to be monstrous. “Just shut your stupid mouth and DIE already!” is still evil even though it’s said through a smile rather than a scowl.

This is where Crowley comes in. Crowley sees Heaven for who they really are. And this is why he resents being called ‘nice’ – because the qualities of niceness have historically been used as cover for tremendous evil – like how God’s ineffable command to kill Job’s children was morally horrifying, but how the Angels’ smiling promise to replace them with new children made a terrible thing seem like an act of divine grace. In many ways I’m saying nothing new here at all, I know – ‘omg the good side are actually the baddies! gasp!’ is hardly a novel literary interpretation. But it’s a bit more complicated than just that. What I’m talking about here is the specific sociopolitical mechanism by which reasonable appearances have been confused with actual moral goodness – and how this impulse to see ‘nice’ and think ‘good’ has historically been weaponised against us. It’s this that Good Omens really exposes. As I say in On Being Unreasonable, we can see this everywhere. “Think about the honeyed gentility of the American South, where smiling courtesy provided cover for simmering racial violence. Think about the buttoned-up laced-down aggression of the white imperial invader, sitting on their verandas in the Indian sunshine sipping tea. Think about the polished performances of the Nazis, with all their approving 1930s newspaper articles about impeccable manners and rarified tastes in art and dress”. In fact, there’s even an adjective for this: ‘Minnesota Nice’, which is often used as a backhanded compliment to refer to people who avoid confrontation in favour of a veneer of false politeness, and for whom calling out homophobia/racism/misogyny/etc is unforgivably rude. Nice, in this sense, can never be good, because it is being used to advance evil.

In Good Omens, what we saw is how deeply Aziraphale longs to break free from this logic, but how he can’t yet quite manage to free himself from that sense of reasonable idealism – the belief that surely the ‘good’ side of this broken system can be reformed from within. Meanwhile, Crowley is clearly being depicted as a fallen Angel in the true sense – someone who realises that the system itself is rotten to the core, and is willing to ask the hard questions and break rules in pursuit of truly moral actions, even if it costs him everything. Crowley has bitterly learned never again to make the mistake of confusing order with justice; this is a lesson that Aziraphale still needs once and for all to learn.

In the conclusion to On Being Unreasonable I set out a kind of matrix of behaviour to explain all this, where the Unreasonably-Unreasonable people are – like Hell! – “the deliberate contrarians and hate-speech purveyors and greed-is-good libertarian individualists, who think they can say and do whatever they want without consequences no matter the harm to anyone else”. Meanwhile, like Heaven, a lot of self-professedly progressive people seem to have become “so determined not to be like them that we’ve become something just as bad” – namely, Unreasonably-Reasonable people, “obsessed with tone-policing and respectability politics and endless toothless debate, happy to act the devil’s advocate and platform hate-speech and injustice so long as everyone appears to be doing it politely”. What I think we’ll see unfolding in Good Omens 3 is the revelation that what the world ACTUALLY, desperately needs is more people like Crowley, the Reasonably-Unreasonable people on whom social progress has always depended: “those who understand that civic dissent and smashing down racist statues and no-platforming bigots might sometimes be the only way to make the world a better place”.

So if God (and Neil Gaiman) really does have an ineffable plan then maybe it was this. Crowley needed to fall then, and Aziraphale needs to try to reform Heaven and fail spectacularly now, in order for us all collectively to rid ourselves of that morally-unreasonable urge to seem reasonable in the face of great injustice forever.

[arcanemoody]

Listening to two season 5 era Nygmobblepot playlists I put together that, while very catchy and grounded in a love story I hold dear, are far from joyful. Particularly Ed's which is post-5x11, where he knows he has BIG feelings, but feels clotheslined by his actions in season 3. "That" is not something he can ask for from Oswald, so he's settling for staying in his orbit and keeping the knives out of his back.

i'm getting sentimental over you (tommy dorsey and his orchestra)

you don't know what love is (chet baker)

rehab (amy winehouse)

april fools (rufus wainwright)

don't say nothing bad about my baby (the cookies)

(what can i say) after i say i'm sorry (dinah shore)

telephone (electric light orchestra)

to love somebody (janis joplin)

am i blue (billie holiday)

last dance (donna summer)

they didn't believe me (dinah shore)

i'll call you mine (the zombies)

everything happens to me (chet baker)

i'm not okay (i promise) (robyn adele anderson)

just a gigolo (louis prima)

show me the way to go home (irving king) 

keep yourself alive (queen)

the way you say goodnight (magnetic fields)

[x]

And Oswald’s bridges the end of season 4, when he finds Ed’s dead body and goes through the standard Penguin ‘stages of grief’ in early season 5: try to stop feeling and make the world eat shit. All of which lands him squarely in the middle of the Haven crisis and, shortly after, Pena Dura: staggered by senseless death and how much Ed still doesn’t understand. 

suffragette city (david bowie)

gatsu (guts' theme) (scooby)

glory and gore (lorde)

last nite (the strokes)

new town (the vitamins)

habanera from carmen (georges bizet)

real men (joe jackson)

house without windows (roy orbison)

stay with me (lorraine ellison)

faust (paul williams)

nightclubbing (david bowie)

have mercy on the criminal (elton john)

the way i do (bishop briggs)

stop the world and let me off (patsy cline)

don't look back in anger (scott bradlee's postmodern jukebox feat. maiya sykes)

sally go round the roses (the jaynettes)

i would die 4 u (prince)

prince charming (adam ant)

[x]

Because. As much as I love a renewed accord awakening new passion... I need them both to do a melancholy conga line of raw suffering until someone forces them to talk it out at knifepoint.  

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Elimination Round Group 2

This is the first of two elimination polls that I'll post today. The top three scorers in this group of 10 will get the three spots left in Group 2 of the bracket! This poll only goes one day, so vote quick!

Endorsement/blurbs under the readmore!

Vala Mal Doran, Stargate: Best thief in two galaxies? No in all seriousness people treat her like a joke but that’s how she protects herself. She was taken as a goa’uld host, forced to live with that trauma and rather than lying down she forged a life for herself which included saving the Galaxy a few times. Smart, good at reading people, good at adapting accordingly. She can fight, she can use and modify alien tech. More street smarts than book smarts but when people underestimate her she uses that too.

Erica Ortegas, Star Trek: They are a pilot. They have flown manually through asteroids and nebulas, without sensors. They have skimmed off black holes to slingshot. If they didn’t do evasive manoeuvres right everyone would die. They are driving the ship. That’s pretty critical. Bonus mention for sword skills in that fantasy nebula.

Dr. Julia Ogden, Murdoch Mysteries: She's Toronto's coroner in 1895, and helps solve many many murders. She also becomes a psychologist and a surgeon, and helps the suffragettes. As a woman, at the turn of the 20th century. She also learns to fight in many layers of dress

Naomi Nagata, The Expanse: There is nothing that this woman can't build, fix, or frankenstein. Also, she survived being thrown out of an airlock by knowing (better than the person who threw her out) what to do in the vacuum of space. She fights with all that she has, and leaves no one behind, and has the biggest heart and heaviest conscience of them all.

Garnet, Steven Universe: Garnet can see into the future! She leads the whole team! She can punch anything into submission AND throw in one-liners when you least expect them!

Death of the Endless, The Sandman: Death of the Endless is the anthropomorphic personification of the concept of death, and she is literally the best at her job, i.e. carrying, ferrying or otherwise welcoming souls of the dead to their chosen afterlife, colloquially known in Sandmanverse as the Sunless Lands. Her duty is everything to her and about her, though Death also adores her siblings equally, even if she's very busy all the time; as she put it most poetically, "When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave." And her vibes are SO. FRICKIN. FUN.

Zari Tarazi, DC: Zari doesn’t need a superpower or combat training for success because she has social skills that rival next to none. She knows her femininity can cause people to underestimate her so she uses it to influence her way in to places most other heroes would need force to access. Her deep understanding of people has helped save the world more than once while running a successful business besides.

Allison Blake, A Town Called EUReKA: Allison was a Department of Defense agent working as a government liaison between Eureka and the Pentagon. She was once a medical doctor and has 2 PhDs. At one point she oversees the main laboratories of Eureka, at another she's Director of Operations for Global Dynamics.

Bad Wolf, Doctor Who: Controls all of time and space, makes Jack immortal, disintegrates the Dalek fleet, is the intelligence of The Moment and is always protecting the Doctor.

[qqueenofhades]

Lucy Westenra died today. Can i get some AU head canon on her life with Arthur? If she'd chosen Quincey? If she'd chosen Seward? If she and Mina became a couple?

I think that Lucy would have loved being Lady Godalming. She would get to host parties, meet people, appear on Arthur's arm on social gatherings and fetes, go to the theater and the opera, get to be a part of the fashionable ton, decorate the house, and otherwise be in her element as an upper-class Victorian lady and member of minor gentry. I also think that she and Mina would have eventually gotten involved with Emmeline Pankhurst and the British suffragette movement, once they got over their initial skepticism of the "New Woman" and after they've been through this whole ordeal with Dracula, they aren't fucking scared of some snobby bigoted dudes who think they don't know what they're doing and can't be trusted to know their own minds. (Arthur is bemused but supportive, Jonathan Number One Mina Fan puts on a rosette and goes marching stoutly in the streets like MY WIFE IS THE SMARTEST PERSON I KNOW! YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY LET HER AND HER FRIENDS VOTE! THANK YOU!)

Of course, Lucy and Arthur and Jonathan and Mina live like... practically next door to each other and visit all the time, Quincey and Jack have started living together as a pair of Confirmed Bachelors, Quincey sometimes goes back to Texas but returns regularly to London, and Van Helsing is everyone's eccentric old Dutch grandpa who sometimes appears to drag them into hare-brained adventures. The Holmwood and Harker sons will be the exact right age to fight and die in WWI but we aren't thinking about that. Maybe there's a sequel a la The Mummy Returns, where Lucy and Arthur and Jonathan and Mina are the still madly-in-love married couples who once again have to dust off the ol' vampire-hunting skills and go off on a madcap adventure. Maybe they run into Rick and Evey, for extra points.

Likewise, while I absolutely adore Lucy and Mina's romantic friendship, I can't see just the two of them being together without some iteration of a threesome/polycule with Jonathan, just because Jonathan/Mina are such couple goals (and believe it or not, despite all the good stuff we've already gotten, the scene(s) that absolutely turn me into a crying heap over them haven't even happened yet). So y'know, maybe after all those years together, the Holmwoods and Harkers and Morris-Sewards just are like "fuck it, we are now indeed the polycule!" Which is, in my opinion, an entirely valid choice and I support them.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Rules: post 10 of your favourite comfort movies then tag 10 people.

Thank you for the tag @its-all-ineffable 💖

The Holiday. Hot people Christmassy romcom, what's not to like? What Jack Black does with his character!! Beautiful!! And do I need to say more than Kate Winslet? Also single dad Jude Law in glasses!! Cameron Diaz rocking out to The Killers!! And driving a Mini down a country road and nearly getting wiped out by a lorry. So accurate it's *chefs kisses* Favourite scenes include: Arthur's moment to shine, Miles and Iris in Blockbuster and the tent scene with the kids with an honourable mention for Mr Napkinhead 😂 It's my go-to movie whenever I'm sad because it's just so stupidly funny and adorable.

How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Jim Carrey. That's all I have to say. Honestly, I've seen this film a million times. I can quote it by heart and do so regularly much to my mums annoyance. The schedule scene is very me anytime I'm invited anywhere 😂 some favourite quotes "Am I just eating because I'm bored" "Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!" "We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna die!" "The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!" "Nice kid... bad judge of character" (absolutely me with my niblings) It's just the perfect remedy whenever I'm ill.

The Muppets Christmas Carol. I love all the adaptations but this one is my favourite. Me and my mum snuggle up every Christmas Eve and sing along. It reminds me of the magic of childhood Christmases and soothes something deep in my soul.

The Old Guard. This is the only adrenaliney one cos I have anxiety and I need chill shit if I watch a film but Joe & Nicky are my perfect Immortal Husbands and the tiny details of their relationship are all-encompassing and easily distract from all the murder and kidnap 😂

Mary Poppins. Do I need to say more than Julie Andrews? Dick Van Dyke. The outfits. The songs. Suffragettes. Tea parties on the ceiling. Dancing penguins. The merry-go-round horses. When I was a kid my mum used to foster so our house was always full of kids who needed someone to love them, make them feel safe and bring them some joy. That's probably why Poppins is one of my comfort characters, my mum was her.

Alice In Wonderland. Any of the adaptations. They're all brilliant. I do love the 1951 animation though mainly bc I adore the dormouse scene but becoming BFFs with a load of weird and wonderful creatures in a dreamstate is just *chefs kisses* Any scene with The Mad Hatter in any of the adaptations is my favourite but I am a sucker for the clean cup move down scene.

Sherlock Gnomes. I also love any Sherlock adaption but this one's just hysterical. Watson is just done™️. Sherlock and Juliet's squirrel disguise when sneaking through the park kills me every time. Moriarty as a pastry mascot and the fact he has dumb gargoyles as his assistants. Perfection really. Honestly, this film is just so fucking stupid you can't possibly feel sad when you watch it.

Monsters, Inc. bc it might've been like twenty years but I still want a Sully hug!! Also the pure beautiful hilarious chaos that is this film cracks me up. "Mike Wazowski", "Always watching" and "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me" are just killer lines. I absolutely adore The Abominable Snowman too he's just too sweet.

The Addams Family. Any of the films. All of the films. Gomez and Morticia are ultimate couple goals. They adore each other. Support their kids unconditionally. So kind and generous it often gets them in trouble. They're just perfect.

Red, White And Royal Blue. Last but not least, only because it's the newest. This film was amazing!! I adored the book and although the film is different I love that it's basically a 'what if' fanfic of itself. It was genuinely lovely to be able to watch a queer story and be able to relax with it!! Don't get me wrong I love how profound queer films can be but they either have me gripped in anxiety waiting for the shoe to drop or have me reaching for a comedian to brush away the deep-seated sadness. I felt so safe and yeah they have their ups and downs like every couple but I think I'd have felt the same safety with those characters even if I hadn't read the book first. 5* 10/10 highly recommend. Will be watching this on repeat for the foreseeable future.

Absolutely no pressure tags @mickalaem @flowercrowngods @auroraplume @estrellami-1 @i-less-than-three-you @mentallyundone @hbyrde36 @penny00dreadful @adhdsummer @writingfanficsfan 💖

[radiofreederry]

Happy birthday, Sylvia Pankhurst! (May 5, 1883)

Daughter of prominent suffragette Emmeline Pankhurst and socialist campaigner Richard Pankhurst, Sylvia Pankhurst was raised in the progressive movements of late 19th century Britain. Like her parents, Pankhurst was a campaigner for the right of women to vote, and built strong ties with the labor movement, creating links of solidarity between the women’s and workers’ movements. Her left-wing politics alienated her from the mainstream womens’ organizations, and her expulsion from the Women’s Social and Political Union led to a schism, with the socialist members of the suffrage movement mainly siding with Pankhurst. She was opposed to World War I and protested against it, as she drifted further left and came to embrace council communism. She also became active in the anti-fascist and anti-imperialist movements, loudly condemning the Italian invasion of Ethiopia, where she would die in 1960.

“I know we will create a society where there are no rich or poor, no people without work or beauty in their lives, where money itself will disappear, where we shall all be brothers and sisters, where every one will have enough.”

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

Court Jester (seducing the king):

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

[saintsenara]

Hi :3, idk if you still doing the ship asks game but: Tom/Myrtle for 3,11, 29 and 30 for it :D

Pd: i think they would go to watch barbie togheter

thank you so much for the ask, anon - especially because it gives me the option to talk about my newly-discovered [since i decided to write them a rom-com and now would kill anyone who tried to hurt them] otp

absolutely correct, they are 100% barbie people. they related heavily to the marketing because myrtle is everything and he's just tom.

[ship ask game here]

3. who cooks? who cleans up? who’s banned from the kitchen?

obviously turtle are a couple who got together properly in 1947, which doesn't immediately suggest equality in the domestic sphere.

fortunately, myrtle's mum was a suffragette as a teenager and she taught her to have none of that. she cooks but tom does all the chopping [he knows his way around a knife, never ask him why], carves all the meat [ditto], and guts, descales, or plucks anything which needs that doing to it. he's also the one in charge of the bbq, although myrtle draws the line at letting him use fiendfyre to light it.

their mutual hatred of rationing - one of things which first compelled tom to think of myrtle as a human being - as well as the fact that they become incredibly fond of taking extremely dangerous holidays to far-flung places, ends up making them quite adventurous when it comes to new cuisines. salazar and merope jr. are raised on a series of family favourite their parents picked up in mysterious circumstances in albania, and find the food at hogwarts impossibly bland. tom is delighted by the opportunity this gives him to write a series of strongly-worded complaints to dumbledore.

myrtle believes that washing-up is best done by hand. tom thinks this is idiotic, since they both have magical powers. they argue about it daily.

11. what’s a song that describes their relationship? or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

as we know, tom is an enormous fan [although, naturally, he pretends otherwise] of fred astaire - one of the few muggles he's willing to concede might possess some incipient magic.

their song, then, could only ever be this.

29. what is something they can never agree on? how do they meet in the middle?

compromise is not a word in tom marvolo riddle's vocabulary. when they disagree [i.e. constantly] myrtle simply tricks him into thinking that he's won the argument when she's actually manipulated him into doing what she wanted anyway.

30. free space! say something about this ship that you want to say!

obviously - obviously - turtle are a crack ship, but i will die on the hill that they could be made to work feasibly even in a story with a considerably more serious tone than bookbinding.

tom is a far lonelier person than he would like to believe himself to be [an interpretation of voldemort i think is entirely justifiable using canon]. he is also an absolutely ruthless pragmatist [and the canonical voldemort's pragmatism really doesn't get enough attention in fanon]. the sheer force of myrtle's capacity for devotion is something he would find impossible to extract himself from and, while it obviously wouldn't do anything to make him a good person, it would, i think, bring about various changes in exactly how he went about taking over the country which would undoubtedly make him all the more successful and all the more terrifying.

[caustic-light]

So, I know you are an anarchist but you are also based as fuck, like the most based anarchist I've seen in a while.

Are there any prominent anarchists who history who influenced your particular view on the world? If so, who were they?

Emma Goldman!

Two things about her very specifically. For one, the "If I can't dance I don't want to be part of your revolution." Emphasizing joy and life in an environment where most people are stuck up and reactionary, treating all displays of joy as bourgois degeneracy. (Sound familiar?)

The other was after the assassination attempt on William McKinley, where she made the incredibly controversial move of not denouncing the attack and openly saying that it was necessary and Leon Czolgosz was in the right to attack him, but at the same time she offered personal medical assistance to McKinley because she believed that it would be cruel to let him suffer the pain from a (thought to be) failed assasination, so she would do what she can to help him recover.

This dichotomy of being able to see and without fear express the political goal and necessity of violence she believed in, but at the same time showing that even the people targeted are all human and that letting them suffer is not the goal nor an acceptable thing to pursue as it accomplishes nothing anymore, that's something that really changed how I view politics and compassion and the intersection between them.

My political foundation is that I believe in compassion and joy. I want to be able to have genuine hope for people to achieve a world based on those things and anarchism is the only political ideology that is in it's purest form based on the hope and the idea that even if people are not so good now, they can be if they live in conditions that allow for it. Anarchism is the only ideology that doesn't require violence to reign in some thought to be inherent destructive, or evil parts of humans.

And Emma Goldman encompasses exactly that. She rejects joyless reactionary revolutionary larping and she rejects suffering for the sake of suffering.

Also her describing puritanism as one of the biggest central forces of oppression and calling suffragettes privileged women who fetishize voting in favor of class conciousness are also really fucking based.

I would probably also really enjoy Kropotkin if I ever actually read anything he wrote. From what I know, the basic premise of "if your revolution does not have a plan to supply food to your people, it has already failed" is something I wholeheartedly agree with. I also believe that food and cooking and eating are something genuinely holy, so I have a sentimental attatchment to this idea, too, but even without that, I think people deserve good food and it's one thing that often gets taken for granted as a sacrifice that could be easily made I feel when really hunger is one of the worst things you can inflict onto people. There is this whole idea in leftism of "after the revolution we won't have excess and will plan and ration food and people will have to deal with it for the wellbeing of the whole (and fat people won't exist and disabled people will die, but who cares)" and like, pal that's ecofascism with a leftist hat.

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

What lyrics are my characters belting off their chest? Full force, no holds back, screaming and throwing up. A question in my brain because I have character brainrot but no motivation yet to write.

Space Don't Dictate Fate

Cosma: "I know the pieces fit- I know the pieces fit- I know the pieces fit- I know the pieces fit- I know the pieces fit..." Schism by Tool

Greeter: "Fuck me like you hate me- Dig it up and tear it down- Dig it up and whore me out- Fuck me like you hate me- Dig it up and tear it down- I love the sound when you come undone." FMLYHM by Seether

Tharion: "I'm calm, now absent- I'm date rape yellow black to the liver, come on- Take my lung, take my loose tongue- Take my sum, take my memory..." Suffragette Suffragette by Everything Everything.

Arc: "I put a blanket over my face- Shoot the sun down- I put a blanket over my face. Six dollars and cheap vodka- Is that all it took to unlock? Ten years of secrets- Ten years of secrets..." Shoot the Sun Down by The Drums (Honestly this whole song)

Robots & Gardens

Green: "Ah fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh!" Session by The Offspring

Peace: "You make me want to start smoking- Cigarettes, so I die slowly-, Anything that's bad for me, Yer killing me, yer killing me..." Yer Killin' Me by Remo Drive

Digits: "Have you ever loved someone- So much you thought you'd die? Giving so much of yourself- It seems the only way- Tell me what you want and I- And I will give it to you- 'Cause you are my love..." Candy Rain by Soul for Real.

Hollis: "Just dance, just dance take off all your clothes- We gon' step into the fire- Just move, just move come on and get close- We gon' push it even further (x2)..." Expectations by Grouplove

Donnie: "My love, do you ever dream of- Do you ever dream?- Candy-coated raindrops?- Ooh whoa darling- You're the same my candy rain..." Candy Rain by Soul for Real

Fucked at Five

Saz: "Can't live with'm- Can't live without'm- New kid on the block with a rip- Dad got a sag in the back with a drip- Come and get a sip- LA-DI-DA..." Dad Vibes by Limp Bizkit.

Elliot: "...I hate myself, I wanna party- And pretend that I'm a star again..." I Hate Myself, I Want to Party by King Princess

Julie: "I don't linger for fun- Oh, you wish you could come- Wanna be my plus one- Give a fuck 'bout your style- Or the latest of trends- If you knew what it took- Just to get out the ends- Wanna know where I stay- Know you owe me some rent..." Speed by Little Simz

Ian: "Show me a word that rhymes with pavement- And I won't kill your parents- And roast them on a spit." Harness Your Hopes (B-side) by Pavement

[turnip0revoluti0n]

Idky everytime I see femboy being cute or just thick I think I get gayer. Everyone I meet are some of them nicest people ever

Hmm I'm not gay I'm bi curious and the reason why you might feel gay is because femboys are typically outcast by society for the longest time feminine boys wether that was skinny lads like me or chunky but funky men were seen as outcast by society many men typically thought proudly of there town city community and otherall nation state this lasted I would say until WW1 where there was much more dismay of nation hood but more locally Art Movements inspired the City's and towns to have the money to express how there city mattered to the world this when you had the birth of things like SNP and leuge of nations grand city companion the growth in country council that lasted until 1980s with there full effect but you saw how each city community provides goods and services to the world amongst this was reform and revolution form suffragettes in Manchester to lenin in Moscow and the New deal in New York the world architecture reflect these reforms grand ellgengent "keep moving forward" and with this people express curiousty then....

WAR

Fascism imperialism commuistism and Captalism all brawled

Fascism was thought to been lost its country split ideas of a new modren society where freedoms shall improve society but until the 60s you saved us form more us dieing but your gay so die ie people like Alan Turing charging abd ruining an man who saw the furture an Great mind people like JB Priestley who tried sterghing the knowledge of how we might avoid conflict seen as prat and people only know him fir he's taught in schools or George Orwall an man who was a bit of prat yes but also his dystopia is now our reality

Our Morden society is clean but if some lass form Lincolnshire has anything to say about it does not exist an ship sank the city it was based after sank because it did a good job there is a brighter furture ahead

War

Yet angin an war is here an invasion of an nation for its oil its perfectly fine obviously sarcasm but this time we stand up and unite in defiance of it the counter culture united gosh I sure hope this nick clegg improves our lives

Noo

Noo

Noo

University fees go up and austry Ruins generation's buy all who opposed are mocked and given the title of commie

Britannia leave the EU ewww an who generation undress naked for the world the way we show it being proud finally lgbtq is ok and Alan Turing recognised at long time we our free to express sexualty hopefully

Trans rights cut

European Rights ignored

Radical Right Returns

Feminist work with Fascists

Stop this

We shall fight on as atleast there is no war in Europe

War

This World Is At WAR Again

The one way to get out of a community that been ignored is to grab an sword study try and be free in essence we shall be free for if there's one thing we done is enjored