After getting high I made her pussy bleed
Another chapter, another fall.
Chapter nineteen goes up and that means only three more chapters and an epilogue! I'm excited for everyone to see where this goes.
Izzy had tried to speak with the bot that’d come into the old lab but it hadn’t seemed to be programmed for that kind of thing. It was small and low to the ground on several small wheels and seemed mostly about inspecting things. Izzy had tried to stand in front of it but it’d just sense her and then go around. Izzy watched it wheel around the lab and then as it headed for the door, she had the idea. She grabbed her stuff and went out after the bot, following it along. It went in and out of several rooms but it seemed to always know which way it was going so Izzy dutifully followed it. She figured it’d either lead her to an area she recognized enough to get out or she’d run into someone or even another bot she could communicate with. Then the bot rolled into a small slot in the wall and disappeared.
Izzy waited by the wall for a while, waiting to see if it’d come back out. When it didn’t, she looked around and gave a low groan as she realized she was just as lost but she’d given up her safe spot. She knew someone had come into the room at one point, because of the bowl of food, but she wasn’t sure who they were. She didn’t think they had meant her harm, they’d fed her after all, but she thought about who in the world it might be. She knew the void now had something behind it and if she could just get back to her room, she might be able to work some more. Then she remembered that Pat was down and gave a little growl at that as she thought about how that had happened.
“Ok, ok,” she muttered to herself. “First, get out of this. Second, fix Pat. Third, research.” She looked around the area a little. “Also, punch Aeron. That needs to go in there somewhere, definitely a priority.”
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Can’t believe I’m about to make a She-Ra post in the year of our lord 2021, but here we are because y’all keep taking things out of context.
So, basically, I’ve seen a lot of backlash against making Catradora canon because Catra Bad, and I just wanted to talk about why, as a wlw, this didn’t bother me.
Firstly, Noelle Stevenson has talked in the past about how a lot of the more definitive gay content had to be censored or obscured in the earlier seasons. Nonetheless, it seemed clear to me that there was meant to be a romantic undercurrent to this relationship from the very beginning. There was...basically the entirety of the Princess Prom episode, but primarily it was the fact that Catra took Adora’s defection so personally. Not that people can’t feel extreme levels of betrayal toward their friends, but there’s a specific kind of anger and confusion and self-destruction that comes when you’re a woman in love with another woman and don’t know how to express it, even more so when you’re already close friends with said woman, and especially when you’re dealing with trauma or general other stuff going on in your brain. (Obviously this is not the case for every wlw, but I have definitely felt it, uh...a lot.) I think Catra exemplifies this specific feeling very well and always has. That’s point one in She-Ra’s favor.
The second point is that when you love someone (in any way), you want them to be on the same side as you. Adora thought they were on the same side for most of her life. And because of the love that had once existed between them (that she probably wasn’t aware enough of to properly define), she kept desperately hoping that they could reach that again. They had worked together before; she saw no reason why they couldn’t continue to do so. Catra just had to defect, too. But through it all, she never tries to say that Catra is right, or that no effort should be made to stop the bad things she’s doing. And when Catra eventually goes full-on destruction mode, Adora gives up on that hope. When Catra switches sides, Adora’s acceptance of her reads less to me like too-hasty forgiveness and more like a complete relief that she was right, that Catra still had the capability to do the right thing and that they could, in fact, find common ground again. And, likely, that she doesn’t have to feel guilty for having feelings for someone on the opposite side anymore.
The third point is that after Catra has switched sides, she doesn’t feel entitled to Adora reciprocating her feelings. In fact, she’s 100% convinced that Adora doesn’t feel the same way, so that thought never even crosses her mind. But she still makes an effort anyway. She’s not trying to be good so Adora will date her. And she’s not trying to guild Adora into a romantic relationship. Adora realizes her feelings all by herself.
And the last and final point is that there’s just so much pain in their relationship. And, well...being a wlw for me has been painful. Obviously we live in the real world where there’s still a stigmatization against anyone belonging to the LGBT+ community, and not on Etheria where that doesn’t seem to be an issue. But...there have been a lot of people who never understood my feelings for other women. There have been a lot of people who told me they believed people like me were shameful. A lot of my life has been hiding a big part of who I am because I went to a small school and lived in a religious community and didn’t feel safe. A lot of women I developed feelings for were straight or unaware that they weren’t. Those feelings ruined several important friendships. And having a much smaller dating pool led to a complete lack of a serious romantic relationship, which only served to further alienate me from my peers. And every time I meet or work with a new person, or want to ask a woman out, I have to agonize over that decision for who-knows-how-long to determine whether or not it’s safe or if the risk is worth it. I love being a wlw. So much. But my whole entire experience in being one has been inextricably riddled with pain. The amount of angst between Catra and Adora and the amount of obstacles they had to overcome in order to realize, declare, and act on their feelings reflects that pain in a way that few other works I’ve seen have. And most of those works ended up with the couple breaking up, one or both of them marrying someone they don’t love, and/or one or both of them dying. There is hope in this relationship. But it didn’t come easy. And here in the real world, there are a lot of things about being a wlw that aren’t easy.
People are, of course, going to think whatever they think about the show. I’m probably not going to change anyone’s mind by writing an essay that will maybe reach, like...50 people. It’s perfectly okay if you didn’t get what I and many others did from this show. But I just wanted to maybe offer another perspective (one that I haven’t really seen anyone talk about). Mainly because I’m tired of hearing that “the show was just bad writing” or “they pandered to the fans” or “wow wlw are so desperate for representation they’ll lose sight of sensible narratives and become villain apologists.” As I’ve said before, representation means different things to different people. And different people are going to get different levels and kinds of affirmation from different kinds of experiences depicted onscreen or in literature. It doesn’t mean they’re “bad” sapphics (or any other marginalized/underrepresented identity). We all have different things to work through; it makes sense that we have different ways of doing that successfully.
“’Fools’, said I, ‘You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.’”
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
Denji, after Power accidentally spilled his cup ramen: I'll avenge my cup ramen!
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Today I learned that dogs' feet smell like Fritos due to a number of naturally occurring bacteria
Javi: So, uh, my place is an utter mess. Who wants to help me clean it up?
Izzy: I think I left the stove on.
Ollie: I'm making ice.
Zayto: It's a Rafkon Holiday.
Solon: Reports don't file themselves.
Amelia: I'm helping Ollie make ice.
@gentlebcnes asked : ‘ i fear that i am both too much yet not enough . ’ ( jinwoo @ heejoo ) - A MEME I’VE FROGOTTEN
“ - You’re what I’ve got.” No use to think of anything else. As if in testament to statement, her grip tightens a little around his arm, fingers curled into bunched up fabric of sleeves. But - Heejoo doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse. Adds, sucking in a deep breath. “And you’re doing the best you can.” She sees it, how hard he struggles every day. How he struggles to keep going sometimes, but picks himself up anyway, and forges on. Bites her lip. “That’s good enough. That’s good enough FOR ME. So - so if you don’t believe it, I can believe it for you.”
Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams
I had so many breakthroughs
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
The things you would, and the things you wouldn't do
To tell the truth I never had a clue
Oh, I found a reason to keep singing
Oh, and the reason, dear, is you
And I've walked down life's lonely highways
Hand in hand with myself
And I realized
How many paths have crossed between us
Sugarboy, I am weak
Got a crush on tragedy
I know I’ve talked about runaway: about most pointedly being in the west village back when I carried her picture, stick & the rose quartz. I don’t remember exactly when it was when I started doing pirouettes the length of the part where it’s instrumental piano & strings in the end, but I remember that time in 2017, spinning down the length of the street while people sat outside in cafe seating, watching. After that, I always did pirouettes, and eventually came to realize there were little children spirits doing it around me. They’ll do a dance routine whenever given the chance.
This was the song when I started to “see” in 2017. This morning, I started to pirouette in my apartment, and my eyes would connect with pictures on the walls. Steel, Stella, my mother, mike brown, Tupac, Kurdt, Jesus, Trayvon, honza, jeff buckley, lou reed, the baby/Arthur Cave, bowie. I had the spirit tool in my hand, and I laughed at our integration. I also wondered who my eyes would end on. The lyric that the spirit tool dropped on was “I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it”. No surprise there. The song stopped on a picture of myself.
Well maybe you might Not be quite as blame free as your expression suggests
You say it's all just for fun, but look what you've done—when this played, I saw blond explaining it as an innocent game.
And did you have to change
All your poet's fire into frozen dust?
I was super psyched to hear free. It hasn’t played in months.
“That song's from a moment when I'd had a pretty rough winter and then it was a spring morning and I walked outside and the birds were singing: Spring is here! I wrote the song and recorded in half a day. It just clicked - you know: you're being too stubborn, don't be so silly, there is love everywhere. The feeling, the emotion of the song was like completely melting and loving everything and feeling like everything loved you, after a long time of not having that. The song, in essence, is actually about believing in love. Love isn't just about two persons, it's everywhere around you. Even if you're not getting love from Person A, it doesn't mean there's not love there. Obviously, it's taking the piss too - it's the most sugary song ever. "All Is Full of Love" was written after the rest of Homogenic, which I'd wanted to be an aggressive, macho album. In Icelandic mythology, you have this saga where the Gods get aggressive and the world explodes and everything dies and then the sun comes up and everything starts all over again. It's the last track on Homogenic after "Pluto" which stands for death. "All Is Full of Love" is like the birds coming out after a thunderstorm. “
Be the little angel
Guess who’s about to write a shit ton more for the friendly giant au because I have motivation and no one can stop me >:)
i’ve finally found the strength to watch magdalen berns’s videos for the first time since she passed and i miss her so much, she was like the reason i discovered radical feminism when i was around 13, idk dude i just really wish she was still here, but i’m glad she’s got some peace
Charles Spurgeon’s MORNING AND EVENING: MAY 7
MORNING “Great multitudes followed him, and he healed them all.” Matthew 12:15 What a mass of hideous sickness must have thrust itself under the eye of Jesus! Yet we read not that he was disgusted, but patiently waited on every case. What a singular variety of evils must have met at his feet! What sickening ulcers and putrefying sores! Yet he was ready for every new shape of the monster evil,…
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So yeah I watched a tiktok about she ra, the scene of mara in the ship and now I'm crying again after 5 months, I'm just thinking about watching it again