Black Dog by Arlo Parks
i love that one! her album is sooo good 🤩
🧍 i think this is the first time i’ve actually put my whole face on here ?? may be dumb to make it my pfp but oh well. so. hello friends nice to meet u
twitter is talking about this again today as they SHOULD
No but when JKR was being casually antisemitic on twitter and homophobic with her reveal that lycanthopy was an AIDS allegory, how was that not the creator of a bigoted media coming through in the media she produced? How do you separate the content from the creator when the creator defends her choice to include racist, antisemetic, homophobic and transphobic content in her media? Like you hp fans are doing gymnastics to justify your love for a franchise that at its core has always been flawed and you just shrug that off. You just hand-wave it away and say “separate the art from the artist” but the art is flawed and the artist has defended those flaws. So where does the separation happen when the artist admits to purposely being cruel?
Not a single HP fan can answer this btw because you’ll all circle back to “B-b-b-but the art can be sEpArAtEd”. None of you have any argument that deals in real life material affects.
The facts are that the HP series is riddled with bigotry and JKR has fought tooth and nail to justify that bigotry. JKR is a Terf (trans exclusionary radical feminist) and has included transmisogyny and casual transphobia in the books since the first book. JKR has taken her fame (from continued public support of HP) and hatred of trans women and used it to get laws in the UK passed that endanger the lives of trans people, specifically trans women and tried to get laws passed in the US. JKR has also written a new violently transmisogynistic book.
No matter how much you try to separate a series filled with bigotry from the bigot that wrote it, you’re going to fail. And you want to know why? Because art does not spawn from no where. Art is not made in a vacuum. Art is not some mystical power that comes to some people in the night. Art is a product of the people that create it and if the person who creates the art is a bigot that bigotry with always shine through. People create based on what they know and what they believe to be true.
I need everyone that sees this to reblog this version.
I don’t give a fuck about the memories you made with a bigoted series. I made those memories too. I’ve been to Universal TWICE and even bought a $30 wand when I was like 17. Those memories mean absolutely fucking nothing in comparison to the trans women the terf author is doing harm to. She got her influence from the HP series and any public interactions y'all have with it draws more people in and give her more money. Real flesh and blood people matter over memories of poorly written books made by a terf. If you can’t let it go, then block me and don’t interact with trans women.
did you do the table read for GO already👁️👁️
We did. Half on Thursday night and half on Friday night.
super belated joywave photo dump!
@timetravellingcactus cause for some reason I’m not able to send this to you
the goog drive directory titled “the library” is transferring to a different platform soon so hustle on that one!
Like to download a car, reblog to commit a victimless crime.
Suptober21 Day 12: Hellbound
“Well hello young man.”
“Hello!” Jack raised his hand in greeting to the older woman settling herself on the bench next to him.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is. Though I think we need rain.”
“True, true. Makes my bones ache though, so I’ll enjoy the sunshine.”
“That makes sense.” Jack pulled a milky way out of his backpack hoping the chocolate hadn’t gotten too melty in the warm air. It was a nice day though. Warm breeze, puffy white clouds to break up the endless blue of the sky. He savored the sweet of chocolate and caramel and nougat on his tongue. Cas said it was important to really taste things when you had a chance.
They sat in companionable silence, Jack enjoying the nougat and the woman enjoying the sunshine. Not seeing a trash can when he was finished, Jack carefully tucked the wrapper into the pocket of his jeans.
“So young man. Do you work around here? I see lots of people take their lunch breaks in the park.”
“Oh, no. I don’t have a job.”
“No job? Hm. Are you looking for one?” Her eyes narrowed.
“No. I’m meeting someone here.”
“A girlfriend,” the woman’s sour expression had turned sweet once again.
“She’s a girl. And she is my friend.”
“But not a sweetheart?”
“Oh Dean says I’m too young for that sort of friend.”
“He’s one of my dads.” Jack smiled at the woman, his hair flopping over his brow.
I hope the timothee chalamet wonka movie succeeds, but like, in the way the cat in the hat movie succeeded in making the estate refuse to allow anymore live action adaptations
it’s going to succeed in the onceler way
by Phoebus Apollo, god of prophecy, you will NOT speak this into existence on my post.