#she was an anarchist too

[macymacymac]

Also yall the handmaids tale as a book sucks, read Ursula K Leguins works instead

[lazaruspiss]

seeing content creator drama is so weird. like i would die. also people who try so hard for internet fame? like ur trying to get big on purpose?? thats literally one of my worst fears and i will never understand social media culture.

[atopvisenyashill]

that post about asoiaf artwork and dark skin makes me think about those ar/ya stans on here that threw a bitch fit in the last few days over some artists drawing her with 'darker' skin while drawing Sansa with lighter skin. so they accused the artists of racism while simultaneously implying that ar/ya looks worse in the artwork as opposed to Sansa because the artist gave her darker skin......which is literally racist and colorist as shit? honestly can't imagine stanning a 10 year and being this weird and bitter on tumblr dot com but anyway

that is INSANE OMG i’m glad i missed that completely

It’s like yeah sure, i think when george was coming up with the “northern look” that northern “coloring” he was thinking of was more similar to the way that like, a lot of welsh people have dark hair and a sort of, olive-tan coloring to their skin (think catherine zeta jones or ioan gruffudd) that makes them look darker than your average brit but usually in a “maybe they’re spanish?” kind of way rather than a “that’s a person of color” kind of way.

but death of the author, first of all, and second of all, depending on what your baseline is, “darker” coloring can look way darker in my imagination than in yours! and that “northern” coloring is vague enough that like, there’s a lot of poc who see parts of themselves in northern culture and explore that, and the Joy Of Reading is that we all see these characters differently!! me going “the starks are indigenous it’s the law” has no actual consequences for the series, someone else’s reading experience, or the fandom at large!! you can literally just block and move on if you’re that dedicated to being a loser weirdo?!?

also it’s funny that her fandom, specifically, is a breeding ground for the worst, most blatantly bigoted takes in the fandom aksjd like people will be like “oh arya is better than the other girls” arya actually loves and supports other women in canon “arya is the prettiest actually” arya herself doesn’t care about being pretty in canon “arya is gonna be a princess in a pretty castle and marry a lord” arya in canon explicitly says she doesn’t want to do that tho “arya is my lily white fave” one of arya’s besties is dornish icon edric dayne be SILENT ON WHAT ARYA IS BC U JUST WANT HER TO BE EXACTLY WHAT SHE HATES.

[aronarchy]

Ageists being ableist too—who’s surprised?

[myname-isnia]

Forever stuck thinking about the parallels between Kuviren and Mingzan no one touch me

[the-clay-quarters]

looking through storylets ive saved and realised that in the affluent photographer story, i was so annoyed by something she said that a. i forgot to save the whole thing and b. highlighted the particularly bad line

past me was so pissed he forgot all pretense of accurate archiving lmao

[irrigos]

update on reading the man who was thursday: this is certainly illuminating when it comes to the calendar council in fallen london!!!! from what i can tell, gk chesterton has never met an anarchist, but he heard about them and got real scared and then made up a bunch of guys to justify why he got so scared. and then when they were making fl, early fbg i guess just went "yeah thats basically what theyre like, right?"

i mean, when our main character decides to join the fight against anarchism, its because he is told that, while most rank and file anarchists just believe it when theyre told that life will be better when we're all equal, their leaders know that that's actually impossible. "They are under no illusions to think that man upon this earth can ever be quite free of original sin and the struggle. And they mean death. When they say that mankind shall be free at last, they mean that mankind shall commit suicide."

so im guess we'll just put chestertons understanding of anarchism in the "maybe" pile.... because im not too sure about that one my guy......

anyway, this is just a little illuminating to me why the revolutionaries in fl never seem to have any real interests outside of causing violence and being righteously angry. as one may have assumed, its because they werent based on actual political movements at all, but by one catholic guys nightmare

[rxgeryoxng]

Fucked a trans dyke we traumabonded and then frotted and she sucked my clit and came on my cock and then I jerked off with my girlcock lubed with her cum. She drank the milk from my tits. She mommy dommed me and made me cry like her good little princess. I fuckin love butch queen trannies.

[boydykedoctor]

the potential joyce byers backstory fascinates me so much. winona release your character work!

[victortalkingmachine]

i am writing a script for a choose-your-own-adventure game about the mckinley assassination that will almost definitely never be made and having the time of my life

[shallow-wordsalad]

OC: Ashley Cotterill - "Vox Viridi"

Premise: A young woman, the victim of terrible circumstance, is disfigured and disabled by a world that's been far crueler to her than she ever deserved. Still, she remains unbowed, and retains hope and optimism for people and her future. Nature powers; ASL-speaking, nonverbal; homeless. Mature themes, light delivery, meant for modern fantasy or superhero fiction.

TW for content involving her: abuse, violence, body dysphoria.

Appearance: Ashley is a petite girl of a modest 5'4" height, though one would be hard-pressed to identify her gender or much else about her at a glance. Wrapped in loose clothing, two layers of coats, and unlaced boots, her silhouette is inflated by her choice of protective and warm clothing above anything that one might call "fashionable" or "cute" or even "entirely intact." For lack of shape, one might inquire upon her face for identifying features, and would be stymied just the same through different means. A muddy bandana, once either red or white and now a mottled mix of browns, covers all above her brow but a tangle of long and matted blonde braids, interwoven with dandelions and baby's-breath. Her eyes are completely hidden behind what appear to be a pair of costume-shop goggles, cracked in one tinted lens and the strap thrice-replaced and re-fitted. Her nose and mouth are hidden behind a make-shift gaiter made of what was probably once a black shirt, if the two-thirds of a band logo is any signifier. As if even that were revealing too much, a long scarf - the only clean source of color on her apparel, a charming block-stripe of emerald green over forest green - is wrapped wide around her face to stave out the chill of bitter seasons no matter the time of year. Hands, which one will take great notice of as she speaks her language of gestures, are covered in a pair of well-worn women's gloves, leather lined with fur. Most curious about her, and likely what one would use to identify her after giving up on picking her face or figure out of a crowd, is the corona of flowers and grass at her feet wherever she stands. Constantly springing to blossom, withering away, and rising again in a steady, abbreviated demonstration of the life-cycle of small plants.

Personality: In brief, Ashley is a sweetheart with the stubbornness of someone who has survived the world's many attempts on her life. Where many grow cynical, exhausted, and weathered by life's many trials, guarding themselves against pain and disappointment as scars accumulate, Ashley decided long ago to do the opposite. Each time life takes something from her, the compassion and joy within the wellspring of her soul either finds a new home or concentrates further on what remains. Every moment she's alive is a gift, and one she - like an excited child on their birthday - shares with everyone around her. Attempts at dissuasion from her hidden smile find no foothold. Sour words are met with a shrug and a kind response. Only attempts at direct violence will make her stop trying to be your friend, and even then you will make no enemy of her - she'll simply leave. When you next see her, it will be with renewed willingness to talk should you want to. She is ever a survivor of hardship, and that includes her infinite love of life and hope for the future surviving into tomorrow.

Abilities and Skills: Granted some degree of power over plants and fungi by the ineffable and voiceless force of Mother Nature, Gaia, or whatever one wishes to deem the very will of the planet, Ashley has the supernatural ability to grow plants with her touch - direct or indirect. It's a power she can suppress to some degree, but never fully silence, and when allowed off its leash, can turn a parking lot into a garden in less than an hour. Focus and knowledge would allow her to create specific, individual plants or fungal growths. On the more mundane side, Ashley is extremely talented in the field of urban survivalism. To endure and thrive through city life without a home, one needs to know how to hide from unwanted company, how to climb fences and evade pursuers, where and when to find edible food and useful objects, and how to make a home and comforts from what you find. The combination of the above trades lead Ashley to a clumsy, home-made version of botany and herbal remedies as well. Ashley's burgeoning knowledge of plants and their compositions does give her a steady means of providing food, psychedelics, disinfectants, and mild painkillers to herself and others in need, though one'd be better off with a pharmacy and administered medication than the self-taught and ad hoc home treatments. Out of necessity after losing her ability to speak, Ashley learned American Sign Language, and can act as an interpreter for deaf people in her company. Finally, though it's rarely useful for much, Ashley's light-footed and lighthearted lifestyle has made her a skilled dancer.

Likes: Flowers, the outdoors, dancing, upbeat music, loud metal music, cooking, parkour, being social, hugs, girls with long legs, guys with beards, applying flower symbolism to people's lives, giving people sign names, giving people the warm-fuzzies, summertime, mornings, vague spiritualism, the color green, and rain.

Dislikes: Small dogs, large reptiles, being called "Ash", alleyways, police and criminals both, the smell of tobacco, gloomy and/or downtempo music, feeling exposed, cynicism and negative-thinkers, being filmed, being comforted by others, people who assume she is helpless, winter, particularly dark nights, being alone, the color grey, the government (Anarchy!), smartphones (they are government tracking devices!).

Relatives: No known living relatives.

Age: 20+; She hasn't been counting for a long time.

Sex/Gender: Cisgender Female

Race/Ethnicity: Human, Irish-Italian-Anglosaxon-American mutt.

Birthday: April 22

Favorite Food: Bread

[mxbitters]

i have been holding back in this fucking class ALL SEMESTER and tomorrow i’m gonna do it.  i’m gonna go in there battle jacket and all i’m gonna whip out this zine i decided to make my final project and i’m gonna fucking let it all out if fbi boy gets his feelings hurt by “acab” he’s not gonna like this one !!!  i’m out for fucking blood

[artemissoteira]

thinking about the time that I reassured my therapist that I didn't feel like I had to reassure her. while I was. ending our therapeutic relationship. god

[myname-isnia]

Zoned out in literature and imagined an entire Kuviren smut scene and I don't know how I'll manage another lesson and then the tram ride home with it at the forefront of my mind

[justcallmealt]

I think Adam would be banned from the Gebura's floor

Why?

Oh...

One word: Nosferatu

[subway-dove]

spiderman and cops. okay. intrinsically tied since the beginning. hobie mother FUCKIN brown the anarchist. gwen's dad pointing the gun at her. being the threat— not fully letting go of the goddamn gun even after she took off the mask. he, in the end, recognizing he cannot be good to her and be a cop at the same time, choosing gwen, and her, in the argument, saying "you're a good cop", saying she understands why he can't be her father instead, saying that being a good cop is not a good thing at all. he gives up his badge and saves himself by it. the narrative saves him and saves gwen too.

miguel and the centralized spider government. okay. how the scale of it and the organization around a single person take the spider people from the heroes of their own worlds to the threat in miles'. lost in the utilitarianism. and HOBIE MOTHER FUCKIN BROWN! THE ANARCHIST! not letting miguel unilaterally decide what the greater good looks like, deciding not to act in its name, deciding to act on his own perception of goodness. every spider person in the facility is indeed a spider person, but only hobie and miles act like Spider-Man. when worse comes to worse.

friendly neighborhood spiderman. spiderman as somebody supposed to exist in the small scale, in community, defiant of the complex social structures of the world. your friend. your hero. thread the needle. defy canon. listen to your gut. be there for those who matter to you. and try and try and try and try against everything against all odds because you're SPIDER-MAN YOU'RE SPIDER-MAN it's YOU and you can DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT