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I don't know about you, but I am having a blast

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21 • she/her • wlw representation adds years to my life
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Obsessed with how Annabeth isn't spacial, she isn't a chosen one, she has no demigod magic powers, she is for all intents and purposes, a fairly normal girl.

But she poured her blood, sweat and tears into becoming the best warrior she could be. She trained hard for years because she knew she had disadvantages and she didn't want to be seen as weak.

She's literally known in Camp and by monsters like Alecto as the most powerful demigod alive and she doesn't have powers. It's almost as of girls don't need to be magical to be a hero!

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This is Mohammed Mahmoud Al-Belbiese (hamodabady on ig and hamoodabady on tiktok). He passed away in an Israeli airstrike on Oct. 17.

[Video description: A tweet by @/jinsjiddies from December 28 2023. It reads:

I remember seeing a Palestinian guy dancing dabke at his graduation in August and he went viral. I woke up today thinking about him and wondering where he is today… I found his account and he hasn’t posted since October… but this was him 🥺

Attached is a video of a young, skinny Palestinian man with brown skin and short cropped black hair dancing dabke with several others, wearing a black graduation gown with gold trim, in front of a crowd of similarly dressed fellow graduates.

The video is by TikTok user @/bassam_fal.]

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Lena was meeting her fiancee today, for the second time. In a dress with a frankly impractical cleavage and lipstick picked out by her mother, but at least they allowed her the boots. There was to be walking involved in this playdate, and no one was willing to risk a faked injury in heels.

Her fiancee arrived exactly on time, holding her hands unnaturally at her sides, giving off an incessant nervous energy that would’ve put Lena on edge even in better circumstances. Lena knew very little about her, but one thing had been clear from the start: she was weird.

Weird, and alien, and mandatory.

“Hello Miss Lena, pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the alien said, the same exact greeting as the last time, as if she’d memorised the one English line and refused to update it.

She was wearing the same tweed jacket, too, the same overly starched shirt, the same tight and hopeful smile. Holding out a bouquet in yellows and reds that may as well have been the very same one.

Only one thing was different, a greenish-yellowish smudge blooming on her cheek. It might have had something to do with alien anatomy. Might have been an alien fashion trend. Might have been there all along, and Lena simply hadn’t noticed.

No way.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Lena demanded.

“N-no!” the alien stammered, forceful and defensive. “Nothing! What’s wrong with your face?”

Lena frowned. She had never encountered such a horrendous liar. “Rude.”

The alien seemed to shrink. “Apologies. Thank you for being me here. Would you like we go to walk?”

“No,” said Lena. But she got up and walked toward the gardens, as per the El-Washington treaty, signed and filed and legally binding.

“We’re going to need to take these out for the wedding,” Lillian said, proprietary ‘we’ to go along with the proprietary touch to the piercings in Lena’s ear as she tidied up her hair.

“I can’t marry her,” Lena said offhandedly. Maybe if she was flippant enough about it, it would stick. 

Lillian’s reflection came just short of rolling her eyes. “The tongue one will have to go too, of course.”

“I can’t marry her,” Lena repeated. Even if—even if she could—Kara didn’t want it, either. 

“Lena, please. Only you would whine this much over saving the world.”

Saving the world. As if it hadn’t been Lillian trotting out a medieval solution to a decidedly modern problem, leveraging xenophobia and ignorance to get something for nothing. Well. Something for Lena

Close enough.

Lena opened the present late that night, finally alone in her pjs, in her bed, in her own damn apartment. 

Inside the garish red and blue wrapping was a brand spanking new… baseball glove. 

It took a couple solid minutes for her laughter to die down. She placed the mitt on her bedside table next to her glasses and turned off the light. 

The ships had arrived in the night, abrupt as a lightning strike, seven months ago. Just like in a self-centered disaster movie, dotting the skies over North America, Antarctica and Russia; cold and sprawling areas. 

They came with weapons and technology beyond imagining, with scared and tired children in brightly colored robes. Somewhere on the precipice between conquerors and refugees, and before the line could be crossed in either direction, came Lillian Luthor with an inventive, convenient solution: a daughter of Krypton’s most powerful family, and a daughter of Earth’s. In place of charity or diplomacy or surrender, a union. 

The president had a daughter too, of course, but politics have an unimpressive half-life while wealth only grows and grows.

Lena woke up with a crick in her neck and a horrible taste in her mouth, to the repeated sound of clapping. 

She groaned as she rolled her head and straightened her stiff legs from where they were folded awkwardly in the armchair, one hand sliding into her hair to finger comb it back to approximate shape. Her eyes stung; she hadn’t taken her contacts out. And she’d fallen asleep in her latest pony show dress. 

What a shitty slumber party. 

Clap. Thud. Clap. 

The couch was now Kara- and Streaky-free, housing only Lena’s blanket, folded into a neat little triangle. Like half a sandwich. 

Lena stumbled into her kitchen, flicking on the coffeemaker and staring at her pantry. She thought of Kara the day before, closing her eyes in near orgasmic bliss as she chewed her mouthful of fried dough and mango chutney. 

Sweet and junky, she decided, and pulled out white bread, chocolate spread and a couple bananas. 

Clap. Thud. Clap. 

Was that a grunt?

“I’m crushing hard on my fiancée,” Lena said into her phone.

“What a shame. You’d have done such numbers on grindr.” There was shuffling in the background, and Jack sounded muffled when he spoke. He was doing this on purpose, the bastard.

“I have to find a way to get us out of this.“ 

Papers crinkling. “Now that it’s actually working for you, right.“ 

Lena frowned. “It was one thing when it was just going to be platonic cohabitation, but I’m really…” she trailed off. “She doesn’t need some alien weirdo lusting over her all over the place.“ 

Jack snorted. "I seem to remember quite vividly a time when somebody else was the alien weirdo in these hypotheticals." 

"I know, I was being a xenophobic bitch. Add it to the list." 

"Oh? The ‘ten weird reasons why being engaged to a hot alien babe is actually ruining your life’ list? Or did you mean ’best friends hate her! This self-flagellating dyke has discovered twelve creative ways to catastrophize finding her fiancée sexy’?" 

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Anonymous asked:

What is the blog header from???

Excellent question thank you for asking So 2x Olympic medalist Laurie Hernandez has historically been a Supercorp fan and would tweet sometimes about it, and once she asked for hurt/comfort fics on Twitter and someone sent her some suggestions, including my seminal work Only a Matter of Mime

To which she replied with this:

Thus confirming my greatest fear of all - that someone famous was not only aware of the existence of the mime fic but had actually read it. God help us all.

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crehador

so when food is too salty we might say "打死卖盐的" basically meaning "did you beat the salt merchant to death" but one time in an attempt to be a little polite and a little funny to the chef (my mother) i said "……是不是又跟卖盐的有矛盾了" meaning "are you... having a dispute with the salt merchant again" and now it's a whole thing in my family

anyway point being there has been another altercation with the salt merchant

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I need Caitlyn “if I cannot become ungovernable I will become the government” Kiramman to have a full-on Machiavellian anti-hero arc so that The General Public finally takes her seriously.

Analysis:

I've mentioned it before, but Caitlyn's character embodies nearly all the traits of a Machiavellian with high cognitive empathy.

Firstly and most obviously, she manipulates systems and people to accomplish her goals. Vi would still be in Stillwater and much of Act II and III would not have happened if Caitlyn weren't willing to cleverly and unscrupulously lie and forge her way to success.

We can argue she's not a very good liar. I argue that doesn't really matter. One, her lies work. Two, she is clearly ready and willing to deceive so long as she thinks it's for a good reason. The inclination is what matters. I think the important question to ask is, "What is this character willing do to?"

Secondly, she's huge on agency. It's one of the main features of her character. She demonstrates (from the five-factor model): achievement-striving, assertiveness, self-confidence, emotional invulnerability, activity, and competence.

Regarding emotional invulnerability. I want to touch on this because I think it's missed. Caitlyn is an extremely guarded character. She reveals almost no personal information about herself, even to Vi. During high-stress situations, she flinches from her own vulnerability, tries to play it off, or compartmentalizes heavily.

Vi is the bleeding heart, the open book, the one who can't guard worth a damn (it's not even subtext, other characters say this to her face and I believe it has a dual meaning).

Meanwhile, Caitlyn waits until Vi is vulnerable with her and shows her respect before even giving Vi her name. (I have more to say about the "Cupcake" scene but that's for another time).

Other aspects of a Machiavellian character include:

Cynicism, selfishness, callousness, arrogance, deliberation and orderliness.

I argue that Caitlyn's character hints at the first one, gets away with the next three because she's "sweet," and blatantly embodies the last two.

Caitlyn in S1 is a sharp edge sheathed in kindness. We like what she's currently doing and think she's a Good Person because her trajectory aligns with our own sense of right and wrong. But Caitlyn is doing what she wants. What she thinks is right. Again, it's not subtext.

Marcus: "She does whatever she wants, I can't control her!"

And in S2, I think the same behaviors we currently love in her could easily be used to spin her down a corruption arc that leaves us a bit aghast -- but shouldn't leave us surprised.

I argue such an arc would be squarely in character.

Paraphrasing from the AMA:

"Everyone is a little bit opposite of who they are in Season One."

What will that mean for Caitlyn?

I don't know, but the recipe for a very interesting time is written all over her character.

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llatimeria

So apparently the pro-Tetris scene is exploding right now because a 13 year old nerd just reached the game's true killscreen for the first time ever

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Do you have any more Ghostflower/Gwiles headcanons 👀👀 ?

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Hehe, I haven't done more of those for awhile haven't I? Okay, let's see.

  • Miles actually, ended up doing a painting of Gwen for his Studio Art classes; he has done so many drawings of her that it came almost naturally for him, and his teacher found the painting so beautiful the teacher begged him to let be on display on the academy. Gwen eventually saw the paint, to Miles embarrassment, she just said she thought it was cute. In reality she felt her heart melt at seeing the portrait of her in warm colours, sunflowers, and with a smile and a glow so beautiful she was in awe at the knowledge that yeah, this is how Miles sees her.
  • Gwen actually started taking classes in Spanish after she came back to her dimension in the first movie; I dig that headcanon I had seen around that she likes languages in general, but she got a tad curious after meeting Miles. She works extra hard after the fiasco that was meeting Rio and Jeff; she actually ends up having a better pronunciation than Jeff to the amusement of Miles' parents. (Jeff learned Spanish for Rio, no idea if this is canon or not but it is for me.)
  • Miles and Gwen at some point develop a tradition of trying stuff from their own dimensions; all started with Miles being curious about the difference between his Kola-cola and her Bepsi. After awhile, both Gwen and Miles made an habit to keep handy the snacks the other likes from their respective dimensions (Chocolate covered pop rocks for Gwen, plantain chips seasoned with pimenton de la vera for Miles.) They didn't even coordinate for it to happen, they just caught on the fact once after a difficult mission, Miles offered the chocolate and she the chips.
  • Miles can dance, if only enough to not make a fool of himself in the parties (Rio's idea, not son of hers was going to be moving uncomfortable while Chayanne is playing on the dance floor.) Gwen will deny it until she is blue in the face, but her brain became mush while Miles was showing her to dance salsa. (Sidenote, I think Gwen is better dancing alone, while Miles knows how to move better in a couple's dance.)
  • Remember in ATSV when they are swinging around New York? They do that a lot, in both of their dimensions; they like to chase each other and try daredevil tricks while laughing as the world around them doesn't exist. It has gotten into a point that there video compilations of them doing this, a lot of with a title of "Spidey dance" or "Spiders in love" because even a bystander doing a video can see the way they go after each other has mean something else. Gwen's dad is the one who brought her attention to one of these videos, one of the most embarrassing moments in her life.

These are a few! Hmm, maybe I should try one of those OTP memes or something, I bet it would be fun with them.

Hope you like these!

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*SPIDER-GWEN ANIMATION APPRECIATION POST*
Okay. I have to shed some light on this. I don't think people realize how BEAUTIFULLY they animated Spidergwen as a dancer. The artists definitely drew inspiration from ballet and ariel silks.

As a ballerina, I immediately recognized how gwen moved and presented herself. Her way of getting around is entirely unique and different from the other spiders. But I also love the juxtaposition to her personality of being a drummer and hardcore. It really adds diversity to her personality.
It's the subtle details that make me ADORE these movies.
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Miles has definitely drawn Gwen by mistake. Like, he was just following a normal reference or something, mindlessly doodling and then boom, Gwen

Facts! You’re telling me he wasn’t just doing some anatomy practice and then oh shit—

Whoops that turned into Gwen

Then he saw someone wearing a scarf when he’s indiscriminately doodling in public. Decides he’s going to draw that rando with the scarf. He blacks out and then suddenly—

Gwen again!

This one…he just wanted to see her in a choker. Also probably feeling bad he ripped her hair out, hence the arrows pointing to this side of her head lol

He’s down filthy your honor. Just look at THIS.

He went to get ramen with Ganke and the entire time he was just wishing Gwen was there. Got home and went straight for his sketch book. And suddenly

He thinks she slays in the choker.

But more importantly he can’t stop thinking about her.