This is not an issue of “how do we talk” or something about small spaces, it’s about discussing class politics where identity is literally almost wholly irrelevant. There’s a difference between having a party and saying who’s invited, and trying to do advocacy around things like sexual assault that are specifically about violence against women, where women is a class and not a personal sense of self.
People act like this is so bad but things like repro justice, sexual assault advocacy, workplace harassment policies, are all things that would very much be useful for most trans women, like it’s not a matter of being mean and /exclusive/ it’s just class politics! You don’t ask if Bill Gates identified as bourgeois when talking about his relationship to capital.
^^ I was just making a post that said basically this lmfao so thank you
God, like so much of Chidi showing affection for Eleanor is small and completely non-verbal and I just…..i love it so much.
Like the “I believe in you nerd boy” scene? The corner of his mouth kind of quirks up while she’s talking, and once she finishes complimenting him, he does this little almost head roll like he’s almost embarrassed but you can tell he’s just so pleased to have her praising him.
And then the shot goes back to Eleanor and it looks like she’s trying to stop herself from just beaming proudly at him? And it just….kills me. The way they interact with each other really makes it clear how much they shared in the last 800+ reboots, even if they don’t actually remember what happened.
anyone else have the burning desire to deactivate all their social media accounts and book a flight somewhere and just disappear and live a totally anonymous existence where no one bothers you and you don’t bother anyone
“If I hadn’t met you, I never would have realized what kind of person I am. I would have grown into an apathetic, clueless, obedient adult. However, after spending time with you, in tears, laughter, and anger, I now know that I have all these emotions inside me, too. And that makes me proud. I’m glad to have known you.”
Lance plays games with kids all over the universe. When they laugh at him for losing, he shows them how to play fútbol and wipes the floor with them in revenge. He learns new pick up lines from pretty people at liberation parties and teaches them ones from Earth in return. He pets all sorts of pets, furry and not furry and big and small, though he nervously begs off petting the ones with poisonous spikes. He learns jokes from castle servants with loose lips. Learns curse words from street vendors with looser lips. Tells stories about home to people who almost lost theirs. Puts his feet on hundreds of different beaches, sand digging familiarly into the spaces between his toes. Learns millions of different ways people say hello, goodbye, and I love you. And even though it really sucks, being so far away from his own little beach, the knowledge that things like that are universal - things like games and jokes and love - makes the universe feel just a little bit smaller.
I would like to take a moment to thank the McElroy brothers (particularly Griffin), as well as the TAZ fanartists, for giving a black lady with a badass walking stick *another* character to cosplay that I don’t have to put down or hide my walking stick for pictures.