No actually hi I’m not done talking about episode 3 because have we mentioned yet how fucking monumental it is that the little girl who you’d think would be a prime candidate for a damsel in distress storyline fought her way out *almost entirely single-handed.* Not the man. Her. She never gave up and absolutely blitzed her way out of there without even needing a proper plan. Crosshair is just her backup. The subtle messages in this show mean everything, we have 6’4 of seething super soldier with a vendetta and a gun and it’s his baby sister who’s the one masterminding their way to safety *I can’t tell you how feral I am about this*
Star Wars feminism is so good when it’s good, Leia would be so fucking proud of her
" You admire our death and are proud of our many martyrs
You admire our oppression, our helplessness, and our steadfastness
You hate our weakness and our acknowledgment that we are human
You, my dear, did not even bother to boycott the products of the killers until after more than twenty thousand of us had been killed
Didn't I tell you that we are not fucking content for you to watch?
Rather, it is an issue that we alone try not to erase from existence
And you look and look."
For the first time, winter has become a heavy nightmare instead of a season of rest and tranquility. In these fragile tents that barely withstand the wind, the cold and rain have come to expose their weakness and deepen our suffering.
Last night, we were completely flooded. The ground beneath us turned into a pool, and the rain pierced through the tent, relentlessly falling on our heads. The children shivered from the cold, their small hands desperately seeking warmth amidst soaked blankets. I tried my best to wrap them in my arms, to create a sense of safety in the midst of this fear, but everything around us kept getting worse.
As if wars and destruction weren’t enough, winter has come to complete the harshness of our conditions. The rain seeps through mercilessly, and the cold paralyzes us. Yet, we will endure. We have no choice but to endure, but the situation worsens day by day, and we don’t know what tomorrow will bring under these cruel circumstances.
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You can’t win as a woman in fiction. Be too positive, you become a Mary Sue, have flaws and those flaws are why almost nobody likes you. Be moderate, you have wet-cabbage personality, be exuberant, you are an unrealistic example. Have strong morals, and you’re badly developed, be morally corrupt and you’re hated with such vigour fans will send hate mail to the actress who plays the character. Be kind and soft and in love, you’re a representation of sexism, be cruel, harsh and cold and you’re just a bitch. Be a complex, realistic, ambiguous character, and either your flaws or your positive traits will be ignored or blown out of proportion and into oblivion. There is no winning for female characters.
Reading the raunchiest, dirtiest, smuttiest, smut on the planet in public, me: 😐
Reading a single, small, tiny, miniscule, itty-bitty hint of fluff in public, me: ☺️🥰😆😝🤩🫡🥰🥹🥺😭😱🤓💖🙈🙉🙊💥💯🤌👌🙌🫶🤲☠️🤡😆😆😆🤩🤩😘😍🥰
Casual cruelty has become so ingrained in a lot of people because we live in a society that is structured in a cruel way. To be quite honest you are obligated to consider the harm of your words and actions no matter your personal hardships.
Caught one of my favorite wet beasts. The long nose gar.