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in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tay’lor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that she’s secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though she’s from a neutral system that hasn’t seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years

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international people start calling our country aotearoa instead of new zealand challenge

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Thesis: the rise of fanwank and anti culture correlates directly with diminished understanding of what “romantic”, in a literary sense, actually means.

It doesn’t mean “this is ideal or healthy or even realistic”. It means “this is beautiful, this is tragic, this is grotesque, this stirs emotion”, even if it’s not, as @starryroom puts it, something you would be comfortable seeing play out in front of you at Taco Bell. It’s about grandiosity and mythology and heroism writ large. It’s about playing with the id, as beautiful and terrible as it can be. 

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Melted Gold

pairing: marjorie 'marge' spencer x fem! reader

tw: period typical homophobia (mostly just internalised but it's there unfortunately), slight angst, mention of gale, mentions of kissing, fluff, emotional cheating???

description: two women meet on a sunny afternoon in a bookstore.

a/n: today i give you ww2 lesbians!! i literally adore marge sm, she's my wife even if she only got like 5 minutes of screen time which was honestly such a shame. anyways hope you enjoy even though i literally made up marge's entire personality at this point. ALSO isabel may is so so beautiful. OH and this is in no way about the real people just the silly little fictionalised versions of them <333

i am deceased, look at herrrr

The world was warm and bright with the sun pouring in through the windows of the bookstore you were visiting. Life felt serene and calm while you were surrounded by books. You had allowed yourself the luxury of buying a single book with the wages you had gotten from the waitressing job, even if you should probably be saving it for something.

But now it seemed like an impossible decision, there was a pile of four books in your arms and yet you were still looking at the shelves. Then you saw it… a beautiful edition of the Jane Austen book you had been meaning to read for quite a while.

The moment your fingers started to graze the spine someone bumped into your side.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” A woman's voice greeted you as a hand grabbed hold of your arm to steady you.

“It’s totally fine, no harm done.” You said with a smile as you met the woman’s brown eyes. She was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. And then you stopped that thought process short, she probably had a husband or something and was most definitely straight. There was absolutely no chance there.

“I’m Marge.” The blonde said, smiling as she retracted her hand from your arm. Instantly you missed the solid weight of her hand but gave her your name with a smile.

“I’m glad I didn’t totally bump into you, those books might not have survived the fall.” You laughed in response and looked down at the four rather large books in your hand.

“I think they might have drowned me actually.”

“Are you going to buy all of those or…” Marge said with a laugh as you smiled at her, trying not to look too enthralled by her presence.

“Oh no, I do not have enough money for that, or enough time. I’m trying to choose between them.”

“Ah, I have the same problem.” Marge said as she pulled out two books from her shopping bag and shrugged her shoulders.

“We should start a book club at this rate.” You said before internally recoiling, well there goes your chance at even becoming friends with her, shit.

“Oh I would love that! I just moved here and it’s hard to meet people.” Marge’s face instantly brightened and it felt like her smile just made all the thoughts in your brain disappear.

“I- That would be wonderful. And don’t worry, I’ve lived here for quite a while and I still have a hard time making friends.”

“I’m glad I bumped into you then!” You smiled and then went to pull out the hardcover copy of Emma from the book shelf.

“How about we start with this? There’s two copies here anyways.”

“Oh! Jane Austen! This is absolutely perfect. One moment, let me just-” You watched as Marge rustled around in her purse for a moment and pulled out a pencil and a small pad of paper. “Here.” Marge said as she offered you the piece of paper after a few moments of scribbling. You took it, only to find that a telephone number was written on it with a little heart next to it, which instantly made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Perfect! I’ll call you after my shift tonight?”

“Sounds great, better not lose that then.”

“Cross my heart.”

Marge felt anxious, which was a peculiar feeling to be having all because of some girl. You weren’t some girl though… Marge internally berated herself for even thinking what she was starting to think. You were so beautiful and it felt like fate to bump into you but who was she kidding? There was absolutely no way that anyone like you would be interested in her! Anyways she had Gale.

Gale… Marge proceeded to start biting her nails as her knee anxiously bounced up and down. The newspaper in her lap long abandoned as she retreated into the corners of her daydreams. Marge had never felt this anxious over a man, not even Gale. She was always able to just talk to him, she never felt all that flustered around him. Not like how she felt when she bumped into you at the bookstore.

She started straying into her thoughts of how the light came in just right to make you seem like an angel earlier that day when the phone rang. The sharp sound quickly drew her out of her frenzied mind and she quickly stood up, letting the newspaper fall messily onto the ground as she quite literally flew to the telephone.

“Hello, this is Marjorie speaking.”

“Marge? Hi! We met at the bookstore earlier today, I was wondering if you might want to meet tomorrow? I know this little cafe near the diner and I could- I’m rambling aren’t I? Please feel free to talk at any time.” Marge’s face quickly erupted in a giggle as she listened to you talk, she could feel the skin of her face quickly dusting with blush.

“That sounds absolutely divine. When would you like me to meet you?”

“Would around 3pm work?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great. Uh well I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Actually! If you don’t mind talking for a little longer… I’m not exactly doing much at the moment.” Marge heard what resembled a squeak down the line that had the smile on her face widening even more as she eagerly awaited your response.

“I- I would love that. I don’t really have any plans at the moment.”

“What, no loverboy?” Marge was genuinely asking to be polite, at least that is what she told herself as she internally prayed that you were single.

“Oh God no! I wouldn’t be caught dead.” You said laughing over the line, you sounded just like melted gold Marge thought as she felt a burst of instant relief.

You tapped your foot against the edge of the table and then gingerly picked up the white mug. Blowing off the steam of the hot coffee, you carefully took a sip and let the pure energy go down your throat. You needed it after staying up far too late talking to Marge. Oh Marge…

Still in a slight state of disbelief you thumbed the pages of Emma and traced over certain words. Making up a little poem in your head as you waited for your date to arrive. Well, not a date date. You were just waiting for a friend, you told yourself as you took another sip of coffee.

Looking up for a moment you spotted Marge’s blonde curls as she quickly walked over to one of the post boxes in front of the cafe and then crouched to push a letter in. You tilted your head as you watched her hesitate for a few moments before nodding slightly and letting the letter fall into place.

You took another delicate sip of coffee and blatantly stared as the beautiful woman you now could call a friend walked into the cafe. She was obviously looking for you and she stood unsure for a few moments, scanning the faces of the patrons before her eyes finally landed on you.

You waved and quickly motioned over to the little table you had saved. Smiling as she sat down, Marge quickly pulled out her copy of Emma and placed it next to yours on the table.

“So what do you want to drink? I would have gotten you something but-”

“Anything is fine, darling. What are you drinking?”

“Just black coffee.”

“Then that should be fine for me.”

“Great.” You started to stand up but suddenly felt the lightest brushing of Marge’s fingers on your wrist, you quickly tried to suppress the smile on your lips as you looked down at the blonde. Only to find she was already staring at you with something in her eyes. An emotion you couldn’t really place but made you feel all floaty.

“Marge?” You whisper her name out as a question and she only cryptically smiled up at you.

“You have such a pretty smile, any person must be delighted to kiss you.” You felt your jaw drop as she whispered those sinful little words out so no one could hear her over the din of other conversations.

“And who do you have in mind?”

“Oh I think you know.”

we need more marge fics !!! also some random details: marge's letter that she sends at the end is actually her letter to gale telling him that she's breaking up with him! also gale and bucky are 100% dating and he's actually kind of glad that she broke up with him - they stay friends tho and everyone lives happily ever after <3 let me know what you thinkkkk

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I hate how people still do not understand the fact that in order to condemn hamas, first and foremost you have to condemn Israel.

You have to condemn the 40+ years in which Israel has constantly massacred the indigenous people of Palestine, you have to condemn the ethnic cleansing, the nakba, the displacement of thousands upon thousands, the killing of thousands, the sexual assault that took place (which former IOF soldiers admitted to and laughed about) all of that took place BEFORE Hamas fighters were even old enough to wipe their own ass, it happend BEFORE Hamas was even created.

Then we can talk about how and why Oct. 7 happend, little tip; it didnt happend just because..

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shh it's ok lena i know go back to sleep

according to freudian ideas of psychoanalysis in the infantile genital organisation (1923) and the theories of carl jung, the penis and the phallus are two distinct objects, with the latter being a concept; although males possess a penis, no one can possess the symbolic phallus. the male child arrives at the position of genital sexuality only after passing through a series of pre-genital relations to objects. in this case, while the penis is often depicted as bodily, the phallus is instead portrayed as inanimate objects closely related to the person with the penis. therefore it can be philosophically proven that john basilone's machine gun, itself being large and taking up a considerable portion of the screen, is a phallic substitution for the sexual organ itself, a salient representation of the fabled "sigma grindset" indicating the presence of impressive length, girth and pure prelapsarian masculine might, and a nod from director steven spielberg that basilone has a massive fuck off monster cock.

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according to freudian ideas of psychoanalysis in the infantile genital organisation (1923) and the theories of carl jung, the penis and the phallus are two distinct objects, with the latter being a concept; although males possess a penis, no one can possess the symbolic phallus. the male child arrives at the position of genital sexuality only after passing through a series of pre-genital relations to objects. in this case, while the penis is often depicted as bodily, the phallus is instead portrayed as inanimate objects closely related to the person with the penis. therefore it can be philosophically proven that john basilone's machine gun, itself being large and taking up a considerable portion of the screen, is a phallic substitution for the sexual organ itself, a salient representation of the fabled "sigma grindset" indicating the presence of impressive length, girth and pure prelapsarian masculine might, and a nod from director steven spielberg that basilone has a massive fuck off monster cock.

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Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”

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LMAO not Israel calling for an emergancy UN meeting, when they have done NOTHING but shit on the UN and their resolutions the entire time.... why should we listen to Israel and their "emergancy" when they didnt listen to Palestinians and the countries trying to protect the palestinians by calling for a ceasefire? Israel needs to learn to fight their own fights but they know they'll lose on their own. cry harder assholes.

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first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

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suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it

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he gave renée’s chocolate to babe. he gave renée’s scarf to babe. hello can anyone hear me? he keeps giving. the only bits of love and comfort he can find in bastogne and he gives them all up. that’s all he knows. but babe gives back in any way he can. he brings gene soup. he gets gene moving. gene gives until he’s empty and the whole episode people try to give back to him. he’s surrounded by love. the whole epusode is about love. HELLO don’t you see it’s all about lvoe the act of healing is an act of love and its the hardest thing to do its the most devastating and difficult thing to do and we have to do it together do you understanf. we have to love together

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So one argument zionists use is that "Well its Palestines fault that their goverment doesnt build them defense system".

Yall wanna talk how israel got its iron dome?

Yall really think that israel would have the money for it without US??

Also wanna talk about how israel has banned and is banning normal items from entering Gaza. So tell me how is Gaza supposed to build iron dome or anything like that? Like zionists give me your best take.

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"Elderly Palestinian couple looking at their former home, now occupied by a couple from Brooklyn. 🇵🇸" [@/RamAbdu on X. April 4th, 2024.]

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My senior doctor told me that a Palestinian patient who crossed from Gaza to Egypt came with a complaint about stomach pain. It turned out that because she was starved for so long, her stomach shrunk. So, when she finally got her hands on foods she tried to eat her full, and her stomach couldn't digest it.

My senior told me that she was talking so sincerely about how she wanted to eat so much because she missed food.

Couldn't tell whether I should be glad for her or cry for her