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as a german that got taught all of this in school, I want to fucking throw up and as a gender non conforming person, I also want to FUCKING THROW UP
love love love
dear god why is this show like this. who let this be made (*loves it*)
the fact that I love every single one of them that is from a movie/series I watched is quite funny to me
I will defend them with my life
wheezing
Hellppp some transphobe found my posts about getting surgery and is yelling in my asks about how I mutilated my ‘perfect feminine body’ . I got my wisdom teeth removed.
the effects are just daft punk lmao
⚠️ warning: side effects of testosterone ⚠️
✅ harder
✅ better
✅ faster
✅ stronger
I’m so happy that even if I never come out to my family or even if they end up not accepting me, I’ll have a friend group of mostly queer people who will do all that shit with me
(kinda tearing up rn ngl)
Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.
Your loss, someone elses gain.
divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.
They’re smiling and I’m crying 😭
The last time we saw them, they were smiling.
Tony my beloved ;—;
They sure understand what he’s like lmao
it’s really sad and all that but lemme be horni for a sec.. he’d probably look really gorgeous when crying
i ‘ m s o r r y
every time i see steve he’s like. on the verge of tears……you gonna cry man ? let it out man
good thoughts me thinks 👀
"he has as much cause to go to war as you, why can he not fight for those he loves" eowyn and "there are men laying down their lives, i got no right to do any less than them" steve... i am thinking thoughts
besides the well-known fact that tony stark's arc reactor literally powered his heart and symbolised his second chance at life, it's been not just alluded to but clearly stated by marvel from the very first iron man film that it represents his heart:
this point is made very clear again when it's used to portray his death:
of course they did this; they're such obvious metaphors that are easy to rely on for beautiful visual storytelling. they undoubtedly were aware of the potential for these scenes and carefully considered them since the beginning.
but you don't really get to use each of these moments more than once if you want them to matter, so they had to choose which one of tony's stories needed to be told through carefully picked parallels.
and who did they use them on?
yup, that's right. steve rogers. steve, who literally ends their painful fight by breaking his heart.
steve, whom tony literally hands his heart and says "here, take this" while he's devastated, disappointed, and at one of the lowest moments of his entire life.
so, platonic, romantic, alterous — the intricacies of his feelings don't even matter. they're only for tony to know.
but what we as an audience know, what we were explicitly told by marvel, is that the feelings tony had for steve were so strong that they were the equivalent of getting his heart actually shattered into pieces, and being reduced to offering your desperate, mourning heart on a platter as a way of saying "take it all, there's nothing left of me that you don't own now".
these were not accidents. we were meant to understand how profound his feelings were. so many things spiraled out of their falling out — the entire universe's faith was at stake as a result. tony was not indifferent to him. his problem was that he felt too much.
tony's achille's heel was always steve rogers, and that will forever be the backbone of the marvel universe.
REBLOG TO PISS OFF TRANSPHOBES
math exam poem
I wrote a poem during my maths exam because I didn’t know how to solve any of the problems. It’s not very good, it doesn’t even rhyme properly, but a friend told me I should post it here, because she thinks it’s nice, so here I am.
blue little dots, all on my white skin, my good grade slips away
was there ever a way, I could’ve not drawn dots, was there a way without poetry?
my words aren’t good, my words aren’t sound, but they’re better than my equations
my life will take a turn for the better, once I stop procrastinating
was too afraid, so I didn’t study, the result you can see right here
three math problems, none of them solved, but I wrote poetry
my words aren’t good, my words aren’t sound, but they’re better than my equations
my words aren’t good, my words aren’t sound, do you find yourself relating?
yeah, the “blue little dots” line is about those dots I put on my left hand during the exam
dude wtf I ship every single one of these ;—;
umm i do NOT have a favourite ship trope idk what ur talking about.
this.
How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
honestly, yeah.
seriously.
People out here really are thinking fiction means you’re writing your opinions and rubbing them on others. Especially the fanfiction.
The author made someone the antagonist? Oh they hate that character, how dare they?
The antagonist character is not white? Oh they are racist, what the heck?
The author is subtly trying to justify canon character? Oh they obviously didn’t watch the show.
The protagonists are not a canon couple? Oh they’re mortal enemies, how twisted are they to make them lovers?
It goes on and on and on. I see this in so many fandoms. Like, chill out bro! It’s fiction. You got a problem, scroll on, unless it is actually harming someone. If it’s just against your own opinion, don’t engage. Don’t bother them. Mind your business. You have a brain, so it shouldn’t be that difficult, right?
like them a lot, Gemini ♊️
reblog with your zodiac sign and if you love thunderstorms or not
yeah but actually ;—;
why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit
Grief is nothing but love persevering</3
The sky is everywhere(2022) // @gayarsonist // Fleabag // Jamie Anderson // Anne Carson, the Glass, Irony and God // WandaVision // Anuv Jain, Maula (English translation) // A boy called Christmas (2021) // Andrew Garfield, the late show with Stephen Colbert // Jandy Nelson
