#Little Glass Men

[bbqhooligan]

rapper calls other rapper misogynistic what a time to be alive

[benoits-neckerchieves]

He knows what he’s doing damn it

Daniel Craig photographed by Henny Garfunkel

[andi-o-geyser]

“cody only has under an hour of screen time in all of star wars” maybe to you he does. to me he's the main character

[sassysnowperson]

I desperately wish for an after-credits scene for Glass Onion where Marta scolds Benoit Blanc for trusting a billionaires weird shady COVID-B-Gone gun. There's no way that thing actually works, and also then I would get to see Marta.

[sbd-laytall]

The Others: *witty responses*

Logan & Scott: *flirting*

X-Men (1991) #8

[astarlightmonbebe]

they cannot be looking this domestic.

[little-red-fool]

Drawing Jackal again but I’m too proud of this lineart not to post it.

[july-19th-club]

i think there's horse sexism in the kentucky derby . field of twenty horses, right? plus a couple more runners-up that can swap in if somebody has to drop out . not a single filly in the lineup. which obviously doesn't mean i think that like ... the HORSES are sexist . but i imagine that in a field where most of the top trainers are men themselves, there's more of a focus on training the colts that come across their paths, and perhaps even more colts being selected to be trained towards these big races in the first place . a horse is a horse is a horse, they all go fast, but there's probably an unconscious bias from breeders, trainers, owners, etc that prevents the field from being more diversified

[jondoe279]

azrael: agent of the bat #14

[daguerreotyping]

Magic lantern glass slide of a man in a white cape riding a white horse, c. 1890s

[doodlboy]

Insane abt these outfits tbh

[empty-styrofoam]

Promises like seeds of everything I could be.

[xylophone888]

please ignore that the last one is grindr messages :praying_hands_emoji:

[sirenium]

If you ever feel invalidated by an exclusionist, please remember this post because I can assure you they don't know what they're talking about💀

⚠️trigger warning for of course exclusionist dumbassery, also this gets rant-y⚠️

I swear exclusionists have the most incoherent thought processes known to man dude cuz what is this shit

[ID: purple header text reading he/him lesboy flag/ hesboy flag! Under this text is plain black text reading based on these two flags: •reclaimed lesboy •he/him lesbian. Under this, red, bold text reads DNI, followed by rad inclus, terfs/transmeds, anti he/him lesbians & she/her gays, male/men "lesbians" in black plain text. End ID]

'Lesboy flag' and 'no man lesbians' in the same post... my brain is melting. Also... these people 'reclaimed' the term lesboy? Just to exclude a group of people who are lesboys? You do know that lesbians who also consider themselves men are also included in the lesboy term? Apparently not to these people. Butches who also consider themselves men? Sorry, not lesbians anymore. Multigender man lesbians? Nah sorry you're men so you can't be lesbians./sarc

[ID: blue header text reading Demiboy lesbian flag! Beneath this, quote text (at least I think that's what it's called) reads I couldn't decide on which ones to choose, so I'm posting all of them! Beneath this, much like the previous image, OP starts off their DNI with a bold red DNI, followed by black plain text. This text reads mspec "lesbians", radinclus, terfs/transmeds, radfems, men/male "lesbians", anti he/him lesbians and she/her gays. End ID]

Is that,, not excluding demiboy lesbians? Oh my bad, it's fine cuz they're only 'partially male' and therefore aren't ACTUALLY icky men invading lesbian spaces!/sarc

Also can I just say how fucking entitled it is to be all like 'mspec "lesbians"' with the quotes and shit? Like oh my god get over yourself, you aren't the leader of the lesbians™️ [trademark]. Bro thinks they're part of the lesbian council or some shit. 💀

Besides that, this has got to be one of the funniest examples of exclusionist stupidity I've ever seen. I can't get over it bro: 'demiboy lesbian flag!' 'Fuck off icky man lesbians!' In the SAME. POST. BAHAHA–

-----

It's rare that I feel the need to take screenshots and talk about them on my blog, but these are so poetically idiotic that I had to make a whole post dedicated to them. So yeah, sorry about your braincells lmao. But just know you're valid regardless of how you identify as a lesbian, and these are the types of people who think otherwise. Needless to say, they aren't really that credible.

[ID: a DNI banner with a purple background with lighter purple text reading DNI: system/queer exlusionists, TERFs/SWERFs, truscum/transmeds, anti recovery for harmful paraphilia, anti otherkin, anti self dx, pro cringe culture, pro-lifers, anti xenogender. A more detailed DNI is in my pinned post. A transparent png of Shadow The Hedgehog can be seen on the right, beside the text. He's holding his hand to his chest, his body facing the text and his eyes looking off to the distance. End ID]

[whumpacabra]

Professionals

Interrogation, flinching, secrets revealed, past kidnapping, past trauma, implied toxic family, alcohol use, vague fictional politics, broken glass mention

[Directly follows Girls' Night!]

How the office was so clean and cozy looking after the shattered glass and shouts East had heard not too long ago, he wasn’t sure. Though he imagined the cleaning staff carrying away double-bagged trash were responsible for maintaining the office’s air of crisp professionalism.

Sean and Eoghan stood sentry at the door. East pretended not to notice the rage simmering just under their skin. It wasn’t directed at him, but that didn’t make his heartbeat any less frantic. Tierney almost followed him into the office before a harsh glare from his father made him hesitate at the threshold.

(East didn’t want to be alone alone alone - )

“We can talk later. I just need a word with your friend here.”

“Da, I think - ”

“There’s your problem. If you thought less and listened more we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Mr. O’Hare, even sitting at his desk, was imposing enough to make East flinch at his tone. But his icy eyes softened, if only in feigned apologies. “It’s nothing personal, Mr. Howard. We just need to get to know each other a little better,l.”

East glanced over his shoulder and met Tierney’s eyes, giving him a steady nod. He would be fine. He had survived worse. He could take whatever it was Mr. O’Hare saw fit to give if it spared Tierney -

The door latched closed.

“Have a seat - don’t be a stranger. You a whiskey man or…?” Mr. O’Hare was only half joking, picking out two crystal cups and uncapping a bottle of amber liquor before looking up at where East still stood.

“No, thank you, sir.”

“No need for such formalities, Easton. I’m a dangerous man, but you are not the cause of my…recent frustration.” Mr. O’Hate poured himself a glass and took a sip before gesturing to the plush chair in front of the desk again. “Do sit, you’re stressing me out - standing there like a soldier.”

East nodded, stiffly taking a seat. Maybe he did want a drink, just to take the edge off…

“So, you’ve been living in the Holloway Home with my boy, hm?”

“Yessir. About five or six months now.”

“That’s quite a while - most hardened criminals would take off or violate their parole. I take it you’re genuinely turning your life around?”

“Yessir.”

“And what was your life like before the Holloway Home?”

There was a probing undercurrent in O’Hare’s smiling voice, like fingers run along the seam of a mask, knowing exactly which threads to pull. East felt panic and embarrassment flush up his neck. Tierney had questioned his background before…

“Your file and records say you were at Blackwater for five years. My contacts there can definitively say you’ve never set foot in that prison. Tell me, why lie about your arrest record? Why lie your way into that halfway home?”

East tried to focus on his breathing the way he had been taught, but he could feel his throat cinching closed, words swallowed by fear. The mask was off. And Mr. O’Hare did not look pleased with what he saw.

“Who are you working for?”

(The script. He knew this script - )

“No one.”

(It was true. So why did it taste so sour in his mouth?)

“Don’t test me, lad. Someone falsified your records. Who and why?” The growl in Mr. O’Hare’s voice had a thread of anger; he didn’t like being lied to. (But East wasn’t lying; he wasn’t, he just - he couldn’t betray Jackson, he couldn’t turn traitor just because he was scared - )

“I - ” East choked on his words, hot tears welling in his eyes as his lungs seemed to seize. The script would be so easy. Such little effort. (I am Wolf. I work alone. No one hired me.) But it tasted wrong - bitter and acidic after so long without that echo in his skull, without the violence those replies anticipated. He dropped his voice low, sheepishly glancing up at Mr. O’Hare. “Can you bring Tierney in?”

“You’re in no position to be making demands on me, Easton.”

“I’d rather not have to explain this twice. It feels wrong to tell you the truth but to keep lying to him.” For a shudder, he could almost feel the mask slip on. Almost. His voice was meek as he avoided eye contact. “Please, sir.”

With some grumbling and harsh shouts Tierney was in the office. His eyes were sharp, begging to know his friend was alright and angry with his father in anticipation of the answer. But East cleared his throat and nodded to the seat next to him, and Tierney cautiously sat down without a word.

“I…don’t know a lot, but I can promise you it has nothing to do with Tierney, or your family.”

Mr. O’Hare was impatient but making an effort to be polite, waiting for East’s hoarse and halting voice to quiet before speaking.

“Then what, pray tell, brought you here?”

“An American.” East tried to sink into the numbness filling up his lungs, to make his words a disconnected, distant part of himself. It seemed to help, the name rolling off his tongue flat and steady. “Agent Simon Smith, CIA.”

[Directly before Relapse]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality