What the hell happened to Tumblr while I was at work? Why do the reblog chains look like that? Give me my one big post back guys I don’t like the way it’s separated
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I’ve been battling with one art piece for a good six hours over the past two days and I’m starting to lose my mind
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Y'know what, I’m combining “there”, “Their”, and “They’re” because fuck you.
Theiy’re
I hope you’re happy 😤
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“god you are so. fucking. pretty.” punctuated by the sound of her strap slamming into my dripping cunt
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Okay hear me outi
Get alright motion and attempt to lean yet another skill I don’t need
I decide to make a project on there for the below thats like really lore important in about… 2 months?
And then I give up ^^
This is totally a good idea :D
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POV your eskimo ass takes his sorry ass back to instagram
now your sad miserable white friend, who stopped talking to you because her husky would bark at you because her husky was afraid of the way your exboyfriend, who tried to kill you btw, her wittle husky she so bravely ~rescued~ from the irresponsible white rat family down the road, who didnt know how to fucking take care of their dogs and let the huskies rape each other so they could make money off the terrified little monsters they reproduced?
oh, THAT white friend who learns that a dog reacting to a white pale gaunt man who smells of cigarette smoke and alcohol? that means HER “white” friend clearly is NOT native, because those are just the bad indian guys in the fairytale bible your aryan german mother and father beat into your head?
of course the husky doesnt like your pretendianeskimo friend.
hes.
one of.
the bad.
whites.
SHES.
not like us.
IT.
is not.
does not.
WILL NOT.
look like us.
EVER.
and for GOOD reason, kalie B.
we are superior.
that is not your friend. that is a stray, mangy, drug addicted, psychotic mutt.
kick it out. let it wallow in the rain.
you deserve comfort and safety more than those wretched homeless mutts.
im sorry, kaelti, you cant save every stray.
sometimes.
you will put them down.
by yourself.
because thats what the responsible, GOOD white man does.
learn to mercy kill, child. it will only help you in the long run.
now run along and pretend to play one of the BLUE LIVES MATTER good indians, ok? :)
[[MORE]]the truth only applies to whites, to germans, to soldiers and aryan men in power - THE “white perfection” -
when they say so.
i took her to the BLM indianapolis protests. i made her stay by my side so she doesnt get lost and hurt.
her parents forced her to try marching band because i picked a 30 pound tuba up and played my fucking heart out on their god damned football field, in just under 3 years. not even a full high school career and i taught MYSELF tuba. she’d played trumpet longer than the 5 years i thought i knew her.
and she quit before the week was over because “everyone was mean to her.”
i asked them later - as i had been out of town for PRACTICE summer band week…. to weed out the weaklings….. not even a tryout. anyone could play. you just couldnt pussy out and quit.
i asked the asshole trumpets, “what was she so upset about?”
they laugh. ALL of them.
“she was disrespectful and talked back to the band director. she wouldnt take even the kindest criticism we could even think of.”
i laugh too now.
its. fucking. funny.
she is foolish, slovenly, and has no morale.
if she wants to keep pretending to be something she’s not, SOMETHING will kill her.
have pity on the fools who betrayed you.
they know not what they have truly lost.
and at times like this? all you can do is point and laugh.
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And watching the colours run!
Paint by numbers!! In the light of closeting.
Watching the colours run. Not literally! But in a way that he’s the colour! And maybe someone else who’s full of colours too! And they’re running! And they were once kids with water guns! Because what makes (paint)colours run? Water! And they’re going for it!
Like in sweet creature! Where they were still young! And were running through the garden! Where nothing bothered us!
Watch the colours run!
Holding the weight of the American children whose heart you break
not literal but American in the sense of far away from home. By the age of not even 33. You’re the luckiest, oh the irony that’s what he gets told all the time in but reality is different.
When they put an image in your head and now you’re stuck with it hello internalised homophobia again.
So the puzzle pieces can go two ways if you follow this train of thought. Either the same person who’s referenced in sweet creature now broke his heart because of the stuck image in their head. And that person wants to paint by numbers, stick to images or “rules”.
OR the American children are less pointed and could be fame / fans. He’s not even 33 and wants the colours to run but sticking to painting by numbers but is thinking about how this would all play out if he would not paint by numbers.
Oh god both theories are HURTING me
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it was loneliness by choice. maybe he does feel lonely after megumi died but megumi wasn’t the only person in his life—even if he was the most significant presence in yuuji’s life I think the fact that yuuji, even as he was surrounded by people n most notably nobara, mentioned in passing to mino that he lives a lonely life, really points that his loneliness is a choice. like to me that’s the most important thing from megumi’s passing (that is if he really is dead) and yuuji’s withdrawal from the people he loves
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Okay. So, before I start this, I want to make it very clear: I am by no means a “professional movie critic”, nor do I really want to be. But I love sharing my thoughts on movies I see. And it’s really not often, that I see a movie that leaves me genuinely moved by its deeper core meaning. Words below the cut so I don’t clog up feeds! <3
The Bride! was advertised as another fun looking, charming and goofy “Bride of Frankenstein” type movie. Set in the early 30s for a that extra little twist so many people love adding to the old tales. While it starts off slow, it does so in a way that really hooks your attention. I won’t spoil anything, but the way it opens is so intense and creative and really shows you what to expect from the rest of the film.
As for that deeper meaning I keep mentioning? Well it spoke to me for a variety of reasons, but it’s really a representation of female rage, and of the centuries of pushback women have experienced from the patriarchy. It is a story on womanly power, and how to embrace that rage and shove it in the man’s face. This is shown while STILL being a fun and charming story, too, and it’s done in such a respectful manner thanks to being directed and produced by Jake Gyllenhaal’s older sister. It is a romance film at its core, sure, but the message is told so loudly and clearly throughout the film. Women are tired of being treated as less than, so they band together and stand up to the ones treating them that way.
But I noticed even if it wasn’t intentional, it can also be viewed as a trans allegory. The Bride struggles with her identity, part of her journey is trying to figure out who she is in this new life after death. So I feel like it can speak to trans people as well, who can relate deeply to that journey of finding yourself and putting together this new identity and new life for yourself.
Overall, it felt like a piece of art to me. I highly recommend it if you like romance films and movies with deeper meanings than what’s on the surface. Also if you like Christian Bale, he looks great as Frankenstein honestly!
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I hate poetry and poems
I have hardly read good ones
It’s all so bad and pedantic, one can only wonder why would people ever want to write them
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So, for those that follow me, I realized the other day that I should share some things about myself. So, without further ado…….
1: While I enjoy liking, writing, and posting all sorts of eye candy, it does not reflect my daily behavior. This is a site for all things that make my mind twitch with glee.
2: You will never see any form of derogatory behavior if I comment on your post. I am not seeking anything serious, nor am I trying to instigate anything. Everything I do on here is for fun, and mutual enjoyment.
3: Underneath it all, I am pretty much naked. 😎
That is all for now, carry on.
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Tumblr won’t let me say how good Clarity works the strap it’s trying to kill me
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why do the chickens kinda remind me of the three from warrior cats
(i can tie back like, anything, to either waca or msm. Am i okay)