ok so these tweets absolutely possessed me so uhhh Dolly & Jolene !!!
A pitch invader during Portugal vs Uruguay at the Word Cup in Qatar wearing a shirt reading “Save Ukraine” on the front and “Respect for Iranian Women” on the back and holding a pride flag
asked my brother if he'd seen goncharov (1973) and he looked at me and grabbed this beanie that hes had for 2 years that ive seen but never read the tag on it and
turns out he and his friends got matching beanies and made lore a full TWO YEARS ago
Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.
OP YOU GOT THE NOTES WHERE'S THAT FILM TAG ME
I'm considering whether I should make an actual tag list once the film comes out, but that'll be tens of thousands of user names to list up. I'm shooting on December 17th most likely and I'll edit everything within the following days, so the final product will be out at some point in late December
wait ur really doing the film
UR REALLY DOING THE FILM O MAH GOD SLAY
YES SO MANY PEOPLE WILL WATCH THAT
Thanks for the enthusiasm 🙏
Thank God we don’t have to marry them anymore. We watched and reacted to our very first video that turned 10 years old today: Gay Women Will Marry Your Boyfriends!
moondrunklesbian-deactivated202
You know the problem with reading a book? You get hooked and then it ends and you feel sad
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This post is cancelled, I have found a new book and everything is all right again
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By Talos this cannot be happening
Sarah Michelle Gellar giallo inspire shoot photographed by James White, 2004
You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
That was true. I do bite.
Sorry for the second reblog but I couldn’t get this short story out of my head so here is the Monster of Sentan.
MORE fanart? My heart can’t take this. ❤️❤️❤️
Fall With Me:
The stars have never seemed so bright.
It might not be that rare for you, but it is to me.
I’m on this plane and I still have maybe three more hours to go. The tv isn’t working and I hadn’t downloaded anything on Netflix so it’s either knocking out or staying awake and watching the dark abyss.
I have chosen the second option.
You know it kinda reminds me of us.
Cause in a sense we are just free falling into an abyss of experiences we don’t even know we’ll have.
But I see lights down below so the prospect of falling isn’t so scary.
That doesn’t mean fear is completely erased.
Like on a rollercoaster you climb your way up and you heart can’t stop pounding and you regret every decision up until that point, and then you Fall.
And it’s heart-stopping, speech detaining horror that you can never get enough of.
And yes I just compared our relationship to a two second joy ride, but it’s completely I view it.
It’s scary and all you wanna do is get off, but you know that if you do you’ll regret it even more, and then it happens, and it’s just completely liberating.
I want to free fall with you.
I want to look down at my palms and see your hands tangled with mine.
I want the last seconds before impact to be your eyes staring back at me.
I want that.
I want to experience sadness, happiness, anger and joy, and emotions that we don’t even dare touch because it might lead somewhere we don’t want to go, and I want them all with you.
Most people probably think I’m delusional and hey maybe I am.
Maybe I’m so fucking gone on your eyes that I forgot that falling hurts.
But there’s beauty in pain.
And there’s beauty in letting yourself feel things that others tell you not to.
There’s beauty in you.
Oh man and how beautiful you are.
You talk a lot about me, but the fact is you remind me of earth, but most definitely not our earth.
You remind me of a clean earth, where the soil is rich and wet under your fingertips and the oceans and rivers are wild and untouched.
You remind me of the trees, not only because sometimes you feel like the only source of oxygen I have but because they endure so much and they might have some branches missing but that doesn’t stop them from standing up tall so everyone can admire them.
You remind me of every body of water there has ever been, where hidden underneath are thousand of creatures and we don’t even know exist. And Just like water your depth can’t even be measured.
You remind me of all the scary and beautiful things that earth has to offer because that’s completely you.
You’re the soil that helps flourish plants and flowers. But at the same time you’re the most beautiful flower anyone has ever seen, the type that is so extraordinary, one doesn’t dare pluck it for fear that no more will grow.
You remind me of the coldest winters, the hottest summers, the rainiest springs and the windiest falls.
Each season, the complexity never going unnoticed, that is how I see you.
Because cliches are cliches for a reason, the sun can never even dream of shining as bright as you and the moon is a coward in comparison.
I would call you breathtaking and enigmatic because you’re all of those words. You are the definition of every synonym the word beautiful has to offer.
But the thing is you’ve probably heard those words a thousand times over, and more so I’ve said a couple of hundred times myself.
So yes you’re all those things, but you’re also magma, just waiting to burst out and become lava. You engulf everything you touch in the most beautiful way, and people could travel miles on end just to see the way you glow.
You’re vintage, like that record player you’ve always wanted. And no I’m not calling you old (meeeeehhh) I’m calling you rare. There will never be anyone like you, not even similar to you. Your beauty is of both in a literal and interior sense.
I find myself always thinking about you.
After birth the only experience we all are 100% guaranteed to share with one another is death.
“Didn’t threaten the lives of justices”? Fuck that bullshit.
Justice Blackmun, who wrote the Roe majority opinion, had a bullet shot through his living room window. This after years of receiving letters threatening his life. The bullet occurred right after he had received a particularly concerning letter, and was at the end of a year in which DC-area clinics had been subjected to seven bombings. Not threats, bombings.
Oh, and Blackmun also was picketed regularly ever since the Roe decision was handed down.
Learn your history. Don’t let the Right re-write it.
I hate that waffle irons aren’t see-through. I don’t like how unsupervised they are in there
Good morning! I’m salty.
I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.
This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.
You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.
“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.
If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.
This needs to be reblogged today.
justsparethoughts
Consenting to see adult content doesn’t mean you should have to see a bunch of shit romanticizing incest and pedophilia you walnut
Except this is the last line of consent before the actual work. So if you’re at this button you have already done the following:
1) chosen to go onto AO3 in the first place
2) chosen the fandom you wish to read about
3) had the chance to filter for the things you do want to see like a specific pairing or a specific AU
4) had the chance to specifically filter out any tags you don’t want to see like, oh I don’t know, incest and non-con and dub-con and paedophilia
5) had the chance to set the rating level if you wish to remove any explicit content at all
6) have read the summary of the story, which aren’t always great but are the only indicator of what the story will be like writing wise so something about it was good enough for you to click on it.
7) have read the tags of the story which will tell you what is actually in the story. If you have used filters to remove stories with things you don’t want then there shouldn’t be anything in here that’s a shock to you but maybe there is. That’s why the tags are there for you to check for yourself.
8) Then you have to actually click on the story. You cannot see anything other than the summary or the tags without personally deciding that you are going to open and read this story.
9) Only here, at step number nine, do you get to the adult content warning pictured above. You have been through eight different steps, the last six of which have also been opportunities for you to see that this has adult content. And AO3 has *STILL* stopped you to ask one last time “are you sure you want to read this because it has things that only adults should see in it”.
If after this point you are reading incest and paedophilia then it’s probably because you specifically went looking for it.
You walnut.
This is the most beautiful thing that I have seen about ao3
“You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.”
Stop complaining with writers when you dislike a story FGS
mistresspandorawritesthings
This also works when stories are tagged, oh say, infidelity. If you don’t want to read about someone in your OTP being unfaithful (I.E., HAVING SEX WITH A DIFFERENT PERSON), don’t read that freaking story. The tags are there for YOU. So stop complaining when the story contains exactly what the author says it contains. Freaking hell.
If I go to the supermarket, walk down the fish aisle, pick up a salmon fillet, pay for it, take it home, put it in the oven, wait for it, take it out, then take a bite…
I cannot complain to Tesco that I don’t like fish.
Fucking MOOD
The thing is? The fact that this person is well aware that there is absolutely filthy content on AO3 they find deplorable means that each and every time they and their buddies got to AO3 and use their services they are consenting to the risk of seeing content they don’t like in those categories.
You cannot complain about the moral failings of an organization, do nothing to make your own, and then continue to visit and promote the website.
“That’s too hard we’re just kids!”
Then I suggest waiting until your older when you will no longer need to ao3 to be your Big Bad Cause cos you’ve gained some perspective.
I could not even put a ballpark number on the absolute depraved fiction I’ve written over the years. But fascinatingly none of the incest, non-con, dub-con, or underage that I’ve consumed or written has ever impacted my ability to get consent, seek out people my own age, or not want to be with my own family.
Some of us have been able to differentiate between fantasy and reality since we were kids and if we could do it you guys can do it, too. I have no desire to be responsible for other people’s children.
After a Jedi slaughtered a school full of children, even the Empire started regulating lightsabers.
"why are you smiling so much?" something good happened in the story in my head