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Quick thing with a pen

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Throwback to when I first watched Nirvana in Fire and the translation called the jianghu the "pugilist world" and all the martial artists were "pugilists." Technically correct. Interesting choice. Anyway, Mei Changsu deserves a dog.

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enamoured with him

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watching Clint Eastwood in a fistful of dollars get his head pulled back by his hair while he's getting beaten up made me get so horny I almost passed out

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Alien had a theater rerelease for its 45th anniversary that I dragged my mom and my roommate to and I'm about to make it everyone's problem I am so ill about that movie.

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somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"

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art by @BottlngSunshine

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Clint Eastwood hand appreciation post

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we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen

also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote

suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response

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“Inside us the dead, like sweet-honeyed tamarind pods that will burst in tomorrow’s sun, or plankton fossils in coral alive at full moon dragging virile tides over coy reefs into yesterday’s lagoons. […] Inside me the dead woven into my flesh like the music of bone flutes–”

— Albert Wendt, from ‘Inside Us the Dead’. Published in Lali: A Pacific Anthology (Longman Paul, 1980).

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Blondie (without the squint)

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"i mean our partnership has been untied. oh no, not you. you remain tied." it's one thing to leave a man in the desert but did he really have to announce it with a pun. and a shitty one too. blondie really made a fucking pun there what the hell is wrong with him

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Blondies

Just found out that there is a dessert called a blondie please someone draw Blondie eating a Blondie

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When Daphne transforms into a bay tree, the moment is one of both horror and deliverance. She is no longer what she once was, but the metamorphosis frees her from the unwanted attention of Apollo. This duality of horror and emancipation sits, I think, at the core of female transformation. Within the horror genre (and arguably everywhere else), bodies read as female are always subject to pain, and to the threat of violation. Becoming something else—a tree, a freak, a monster—preempts this pain and reduces the risk of harm. It may even, if the transformation is the right one, allow you to cause harm in return.

Julia Armfield, On Body Horror and the Female Body

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i drew this because i. wanted to, i guess