BILL MOYERS: So there’s joy and pain in love.
JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah, there is. Love, you might say, is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. And the stronger the love, the more that pain, but love bears all things. Love itself is a pain, you might say, but is the pain of being truly alive.
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god. big burly man like simon pulling you close to slow dance in your kitchen. and it’s cramped and the summer heat is unforgiving but he is so gentle, so beautiful, as he sways the two of you. you don’t even understand how this came to be—what pushed him to cradle you softly—but your heart twinges and your eyes water, and there is something incredibly sweet in dancing to the silence.
later, he will tell you this—i jus’ wanted to do it. it looked like the right thing to do with you.
(or, simon doesnt know how to say goodbye so he leaves with you this one last memory.)
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Natalie Diaz, from “I, Minotaur”, featured in Postcolonial Love Poem
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We get it, Disney. We get it.
Star Wars is not for women.
Star Wars is not for Black people.
Star Wars is not for Asian people.
Star Wars is not for Queer people.
Star Wars is not for anyone who is marginalized and has different lived experiences.
Nope. Star Wars is ONLY for cishet white men. We hear you loud and clear. We know you don’t care about us at all.
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I was having thoughts about my [original story I'm reserving mentioning at all] and I was like, oh it'd be interesting if in a prophesied curse, the water to kill a witch found herself instead healed by salty tears, for reasons, and then I realised that was R/WBY, in Salem, the Wicked Witch of the West who would melt in water, who is also Rapunzel, whose vision is cleared by tears to see her prince truly.
The poison and the love potion are the same potion...
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(content warning: blood)
Sewed Up Heart
[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.
Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.
Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.
Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS
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oh look it's the only man ever
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