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"Being with you scares me to death. But I - I need you, Henry."
BODIES (2023)
Source: hegodamask
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Raise your hand if you too possess an intense, almost religious faggotry
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I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Don’t do this to me
professional-chaotic-dumbass
my brother in christ you made the post
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Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt Interview with the Vampire — 1.07 "The Thing Lay Still"
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If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about
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@ users on this site who want to be pro-nsfw and keep the internet from becoming a squeaky clean corporate hellscape: make peace with proshippers and profiction as a whole. I mean it, the internet will never be the pro-nsfw paradise you want it to be if you keep going "I'm for the internet being a weird place of creativity UNLESS you're one of those freaks that makes that kind of content"
important addition to this post: this doesn't apply to shit like RPF. you people are not a part of the proship/pro-fiction community, and shipping or making fanfiction/fanart of real life people to put on the internet is objectively a creepy thing to do. you can think a celebrity or w/e is cute, but human beings are not your blorbos, you just have a parasocial relationship.
this is incorrect you don’t speak for the entire pro ship community please and thank you
Fictionalized depictions of real people are not real people. If I blowtorch that barbie doll that looks like Emma Watson, it is not equivalent to blowtorching the real Emma Watson and making her an actual burn victim. If she never finds out about it then it won't hurt her, so just don't send it to her so she can't avoid it because that would be harassment.
Great job contradicting the literal point of your original post. Complaining that people are extremely conditional about their support of freaks and then acting extremely conditional in your support of freaks is some top notch irony that Shakespeare himself wouldn't have been able to write on purpose. This is so fucking funny.
the extreme ballsyness of claiming that fanfiction writers shouldn't fictionalize real people while professional writers do it every single day is astounding. I don't see you calling out SNL. Also people really do like to be claiming that they have some sort of authority to speak for an aggregate community. That sounds like a fun way to discover exactly how many people you don't speak for.
Furthermore, the fan who is trying to be overprotective of a celebrities feelings by fighting other fans about it is displaying as much or more parasociality than the person who clearly understands that a fictional depiction of a celebrity is not the same as the celebrity as a person, and being fictitious is as fair game as every other fictional character.
"Objectively" is one of those words that needs to be placed on a shelf with the others.
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Sokka is captured aboard Zuko's ship. At some point during Tea & Interrogation with Iroh and Zuko, he lets slip that he's the son of Chief Hakoda.
“Chief Hakoda?” the Prince of the Kill It With Fire Nation repeats, like his brain is as stupid as his face. Or like he just realized he’s taken a high-value hostage, redeemable for one (1) ransom against an enemy leader.
“Did I say Chief Hakoda?” Sokka laughs, nervously. “I meant, ah—”
“Shut up, peasant,” the prince shouts. And then sort of… chokes on his own words, getting redder and redder.
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“Perhaps a break, Prince Zuko?” says Uncle, like this is… like this is the tea-time social he’s set the table for.
Zuko is in the hallway with the door slammed behind him before he can think. Thinking. Thinking is a thing he needs to do, and Uncle’s proverbs only ever leave his thoughts feeling twisted around, and—
And that is not a peasant that sacrificed himself, to give the Avatar a chance to flee. That’s a fellow prince, or whatever the Water Tribe would call him.
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“So,” Sokka says, spinning the teacup between his cuffed hands contemplatively. “How much poison would you say is in here? And what kind?”
The old man is sputtering indignantly, but Sokka is very seriously considering taking his first sip. If it’s laced with something to loosen his tongue, well, can’t get much worse there. It’s not like he knows where his dad is. Or anything useful. Certainly not more useful than handing the Fire Nation the son of their fleet’s leader. And if it’s something deadly, well...
He doesn’t know what his dad would do or give to get him back. But it wouldn’t be good, for the war or the world or their tribe.
He figured he’d die, when he’d shouted at Katara to go, take him and go. He hadn’t realized how much worse this could get. Was getting. Because the son and heir of Fire Lord Burn Them All was out in the hallway, thinking.
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Zuko thinks. About what his own father would do, if he were to receive a ransom letter. The disappointment. The… repercussions.
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“You’re what?” Sokka asks.
“I am releasing you,” His Shoutiness repeats, through clenched and grinding teeth.
“Huh,” Sokka says, and takes another sip from his cup, because oh, this is hallucinogenic tea. Good stuff. “Care to explain that?”
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No, Zuko wants to shout. But this is the fellow son of a world leader. Zuko hasn’t had many friends, and he’s not looking to add the Water Prince to that atrophied number, but.
But he could understand.
“You stood and fought when you could not win, for a cause you believed in,” Zuko says, and he doesn’t know why Uncle suddenly looks so pained. “I will not demand trinkets from your father for your return. If he hears of this, it will not be from me. You will be released at the nearest neutral port.”
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Like an undersized fish, Sokka does not say.
“That is… very honorable of you,” Sokka says, and doesn’t know why the prince looks like he’s been gutted.
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mmmm you know how in the franking stein novel victor dies so thee monster just kills himself. except. thee monster literally had all of vicky’s notes and shit. theoretically, he knew what the ‘’’cure’’’ to death was. wouldn’t it have been so so so sexy conceptually if after victor finally experienced the sweet escape of death, hoping it’ll bring him back to his loved ones, only for thee monster to bring him right back?
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society if vampire lucy survived as the mirror to dracula with her 3 weed smoking vampiric boyfriends
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anyways so all about this juxtaposition
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Anonymous asked:
Toranaga and Ishido are definitely the hottest to me. They're handsome men. I'd still take any of them I could get my hands on though. Even leprosy dude, to make him feel better. I'm a giver 🤣
I feel like we should really put this question to the masses, Anon. I suspect I know what the top pick(s) will be, but I'm also curious to see the full range of responses... ;)
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Someone today will read Shakespeare’s hamlet and say omg he’s just like me fr. Another person will read moby dick and proclaim Ishmael as an adhd king.
A person grieving for their recently deceased lover reads the iliad and they watch as Achilles rages and rages and god how righteous anger fueld by love is so devastating that it’s ramifications still affect the world several thousand years later.
We might one day settle down and read the epic of gilgamesh and watch as a king has to accept the death of the person he loved the most. One of the very first stories ever written and it was about coping with death, and how to grieve.
We don’t read classics because they’re old, we read them because they remind us that we are never alone. That a character created over 500 years ago struggled with the exact same problems we all still have today. That even a king from centuries past had to deal with death just like me. That’s what makes stories so powerful–they prove to us that we are never truly alone in what we are feeling.
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i don't have anything to say here i just wanted to show you his wet pleading eyes
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RIP captain james flint you would have been so good at parallel parking
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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil