i’m not okay. the fic i wrote yesterday and still have to edit is making me super sad.
the latest jjk update is making me anxious and worried where the story is going. was all this build up for naught? i mean i liked the idea of yuuji never becoming super strong, always being support, part of the team. i really wanted him to never get a power up again. but this makes him insignificant. it was always meant to be megumi? i mean to be fair, i’ve always seen him as the main character or one on par with yuuji because megumi is the first one to show in the manga. and he’s always been the far stronger character than yuuji. but with all the buildup... why is sukuna holding onto megumi’s face and shape? does he want to? or was the fanbook bs? just off handed comments? something gege considered early on but dropped? kenjaku said that sukuna can choose his vessel. so it felt significant that he was trapped in yuuji. that it would be a thing for him to get out. but it’s not. he just waited till megumi what? megumi had already developed his domain expansion months earlier. did he wait for gojou to get sealed? that happened again weeks earlier. is the energy accumulated by the culling game something sukuna wants to take for himself? does he want the merged consciousness for himself? maybe. sukuna has already defeated general mahoraga, does it mean he can summon it now that he merged with megumi?
i’m not okay.
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Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.
"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."
translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"
It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!
very this
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My soul is puny.
Alt text: Screencaps from Revolutionary Girl Utena with overlaid text. 1: Young Saionji watches in horror as Touga opens the coffin in the church. Text: At the core, you're a very banal person,
2: Closeup of young Saionji clutching his head and screaming. Text: with a very small soul.
3: Closeup of Saionji's empty hands when he drops his sword after hurting Touga. Text: One you should be *ashamed* of.
4: Touga and Saionji's silhouettes as children at kendo practice. Touga is holding Saionji's hand and Saionji is looking up at him. The background is a warm sunset. Text: It's no wonder the soft one doesn't want it back.
5: Touga's silhouette standing by the incinerator. Text: It was right to abandon you... End alt text
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a crack in the wall
The thing that struck me immediately, like the first time I saw the scene, was the Director saying “...and now, we have a monster in our kingdom.”
framed like that, holding the sword she stole so she could frame Ballister.
My literal first thought was “yeah, I’m looking at one right fucking now”. Two seconds later she’s using that sword to get rid of a threat to her order, so like yeah.
It’s not subtle cinema language at all, it’s basically shouting it at me, but I liked it anyway. She’s a threat and the movie is no longer remotely hiding it.
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i have gastroscopy tomorrow i need to
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Only those of you who have encountered my v specific niche headcanons can understand why I was so delighted by Mon Mothma’s AWFUL marriage in Andor but like. if you know you know
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Thr palworld lawsuit is really getting to me because from what I can tell the thing Nintendo is looking to sue over is some patent violation (meaning they're going after gameplay similarities) and not, like, the fact that almost literally every single pal has design aspects mishmashed from existing pokemon. The only things palworld's gameplay really has in common with pokemon is that you throw a ball apparatus at a creature to capture it and then you can use this creature to fight. This feels like Nintendo pulling out some insane technicality because they own the patent for the capture system's details to get palworld stricken down.
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Chu did u ever receive hate. I'm curious sorry
ahahah of course i have nonnie 💁🏻♀️ i think every writer in jjk fandom must’ve already gotten at least one hate for just writing… i made an announcement post about being respectful once after receiving the ask and they never popped up again🤷🏻♀️
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The friend I miss won't come back, I'll cling to what's left.
Head on the crook of your shoulder,
eyes staring at the whiteboard,
mind far away,
thinking about us. Friendship present once
now a pretense of one.
Thinking about how much you have hurt me,
tears staining my pillow at night
and wondering if I have ever hurt you,
hoping you aren't crying at your house.
Two peads in a pod,
reaching for the same goal.
I rivarly of some sorts,
a competition in banality.
There is no joy in victory,
just emptiness in a fight lost.
What did the professor say just now?
Lift your head and focus on class,
You can't turn back time.
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patho1 eva really just wanted a) to be rescued from the town and b) to dedicate her life to something/someone (like I saw someone on reddit say, she's a utopian with no utopia, no grand worldview to bring to life, just passion)... daniil was her biggest hope but he didn't (couldn't?) help with either, so she went to the cathedral ☹️
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Bite late to the party but absolutely CANNOT stop thinking about your 70s SF au after seeing the Keats/Shelley thoughts. The idea of words and longing and the exquisite agony of all having to read between lines of beautiful words (chef’s kiss).
This au is also giving me serious Tom Sturridge in On the Road vibes (the one where he plays Carlo aka Allen Ginsberg). Have you seen it by any chance? The movie as a whole is unfortunately not great, but there are some brilliant scenes. Such as this gem -
(Okay I’ll show myself out now 😅)
Especially having to read between the lines and trying to express your feelings in this very 'We Two Dear Men, Friends Forever' way right in the midst of this historical microcosm of radically open queerness and community. Or, as Charles Forester, who moved to the Castro neighbourhood in 1971 at the age of 27 puts it: "I was breathing cannoli, fog, and lust."
I've seen Tom Sturridge in nothing but The Sandman! I had no clue he plays an Allen Ginsberg analogue but that's a delightful coincidence because my accidental serious investment into this ask meme answer started when I innocently googled "san francisco 70s literary scene" and found this by Adrian Brooks about the beginnings of San Francisco's queer poetry scene, and went "Hold on, Allen Ginsberg was gay?" (I truly cannot overstate the fact that the extent of my literature knowledge is one very good AP English class - I minored in French Literature and worked in the English department but studied...Political Science.)
I looked it up and found excerpts of his letters with Peter Orlovsky, filled with to the brim with love and wildness and hope. Then I went back to Brooks' piece and saw the poster for the very first gay poetry reading that he organized in 1974, and, well, it all sort of fell apart from there. (handmade poster & more words under the cut)
A funny little fact is that Ginsberg said in 1980, in conversation about oratorical style in English language poetry: "The howl in my style comes from the power [of the sound of the language]---like Shelley." and invokes Ode to the West Wind. Full circle, baby! Full circle!
Anyways I suppose the moral of the story is you can hand me any piece of physical ephemera from the past, a side dish of epistolary love, and I will lose all fucking sensibility and moderation immediately. IMMEDIATELY.
Also: absolutely no such thing about being late to the party if it involves talking to me about my little stories <3 I love it and it's crazy motivational and just like...the equivalent of giving me a warm tea and a pat on the head for Making Things Worthy Of Engagement.
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Really feeling the banality of major events at the moment, idk about you all. I mean it's been 8 years of feeling like this in the UK but sometimes it's more acute than others.
According to the news there's a massive IT outage, a riot in Leeds, an ongoing crisis in Gaza, and Donald Trump's horrid face over everything. But also the West Indies are 259 for 3 at Trent Bridge and I have a dissertation due in three weeks so...
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Apologies for the bummer, too personal post, but just because I need to vent (if that's even the right word here) -
What is it about the death of immediate family members that feels so unreal? My stepfather died unexpectedly this weekend, and even though I have fully internalised that on an intellectual level, on an emotional level it hasn't hit me at all yet. Same happened when my grandma died, it felt like it took my heart months to actually catch up to what happened.
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God is there anything more annoying than having a moment of emotional maturity where you're like 'No, I am probably reading this person unfairly, I am taking their words in bad faith because I simply do not like their vibe, when really, they do not mean any of the things I am projecting onto them. I am the one being cruel in this situation, I must step back and meditate upon my own impulses, and stop being a bitch.'
And then the next few words out of their stupid fucking mouths prove your first gut read RIGHT
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