(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile

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(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile

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Okay I can't let Ilya hog all the scandal limelight. Here are some things myshane gets cancelled for:
being featured in a Drake mv post-Kendrick beef
only donating $20,000 to a fundraiser for a Montreal-based kids' cancer hospice ā the fundraiser unfortunately coincided with the release of the cottage tour video
laughing at a Wimbledon ball boy for getting hit in the face by a ball (it was objectively funny but he broke his nose)
not using pride tape
the summer after he leaves the metros, responding to a very homophobic tweet with a picture of him flipping off the camera with three championships rings stacked on his middle finger
not shaking a player's hand after a 4-game sweep in the playoffs. he'd played embarrassingly poorly and Shane was worried it might be something contagious and fuck him up for the conference finals
not knowing who Harriet Tubman was
getting stoned at a party at All Stars (he was completely sober, just dissociating like crazy)
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The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like ābeing heldā and ābeing wantedā CAN and WILL be humiliating if theyāre intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like youāre going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

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surely this has been done before right
watching nathan lane spit half chewed lunch meat at two slime covered puppets wearing diapers was truly a cinematic experience that will never be replicated
like in my post-outing #sleepwalkingshane vision he starts with just sleep talking and having brief midnight conversations with ilya he doesnāt remember and progresses to doing things like flushing his car keys and cooking eggs without a pan and just getting eggs all over the stovetop and itās freaking ilya out and then one of the kitchen knives goes missing and shane doesnāt know where it is either and then ilya wakes up one night to shane sawing chunks of his hair off with the knife and speaking to ilya strangely and insisting that ilya isnāt ilya and now shaneās trying medication and it isnāt doing anything and heās trying a million life hacks like duct taping his hands in oven mitts and itās all getting worse and heās having waking dreams now and ten second memory gaps and they go up to the cottage to get away from everything and itās early november and they have an alarm if the bedroom door opens and ilya wakes up to the alarm blaring but shaneās not in the house and he looks outside and shane is standing at the edge of the dock in his pajamas his back to ilya and ilya runs out there barefoot but the second he says shaneās name shane steps off the dock through the quarter inch of early november ice and into the water and of course shane wakes up when he hits the water but being asleep in warm cozy bed with your husband and then suddenly being in ice cold pitch black water is a hell of a mindfuck and heās obviously freaking out and of course ilya jumps in after him but then they both almost drown and ilya manages to drag him back onto the dock and then immediately strips and gets them in a hot shower so they donāt get hypothermia and shane is like so disoriented and the adrenaline is crashing and theyāre both panting and shaking and sitting on the floor of the shower and ilya is like okei. so now do you believe me that this is problem.
Regular reminder that I love all my trans friends so dearly and transphobes can fucking rot
once again hopelessly asking - is there anyone in Portland, Oregon who could maybe take in a trans girl and her cat for a bit if things fall apart next month? I donāt wanna be on the street and I donāt wanna lose all my stuff and especially Oliver

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If I had a magic shot that made me lose enough weight so I'm not in perpetual pain or to give me the ability to fit into outfits I think are cute I absolutely would hop on that shit without thinking twice go fuck yourself.
"Magic shot" my ass. These weight loss drugs are just as harmful, ineffective, and fatal as all other weight loss drugs before them.
They still offer barely any actual weight loss when you look past the clickbait headlines and the flashy titles of research articles written by researchers paid by the drug companies selling the drugs. If you weigh 300 pounds and the drug helps you lose 5-10% of your body weight, congratulations. You're now 285-270 pounds. And the higher numbers unethically advertised by these companies who know that they're promising bullshit? 20% weight loss would make you 240 pounds. Welcome to thinness!
They still have countless negative health symptoms. Enjoy life with constant vitamin deficiencies, muscle loss, severe complications during anesthesia, kidney failure, the list goes on. Yes, these drugs also can kill you. And although it's 100% possible to live a fulfilling life while blind, going from seeing to suddenly blind out of no where because of these drugs would be distressing as fuck. And as somebody who's dealt with vitamin deficiencies due to anorexia, I can say that you Do Not Want Them. You don't want muscle weakness, motor and vocal tics, memory loss, damaged enamel, worse bone health, chronic fatigue, mood changes, a weakened immune system, nor any of the other symptoms of vitamin deficiencies. You may think this wouldn't happen to you, but it absolutely can and will.
They still require taking them for the rest of your life, if the drugs worked for you at all. You will gain the weight back. Yes, even while still taking the drugs. So not only will your tiny amount of weight loss fade away over time, you have to spend a fortune on these drugs for a lifetime. And there's no proof that even a lifetime of taking these weight loss drugs will manage to keep off those 15 minuscule pounds. You will gain the weight back, just like you will with every single diet, drug, product, exercise, program, surgery, food, and amount of "willpower."
You will not become a thin person by taking these drugs, but you also don't fucking need to become a thin person. The way out is educating yourself on fatphobia, diet culture, fat liberation, and weight-neutral healthcare. Now, are you going to use the exit door? Or are you going to keep harming yourself and other people by pretending thinness is the only way to have a worthwhile life?
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how do you think they will open up season 2 of heated rivalry?
montage of being boyfriends
black screen panting, actually running/racing each other
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reblogs for larger pool would be cool!! no pressure tho š

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"Ultimately what kills me about Heated Rivalry is not just its dazzling, galvanic love story, nor its commitment to both narrative and erotic caretaking, but how it makes me feel about the not [yet] here of Melvilleās imaginaries. I recently talked about the show and the novel with Rachel OāConnell, a literature scholar and new friend. She cracked open what Iāve been scrabbling at in my HR/MD monomania: the literary genre of contemporary MM romance provides one structural realization of an imagined world that Melville was trying to write into being in Moby-Dick. The messy, unfinished architecture of the novel cannot, as Ishmael confesses, 'be here, and at once, perfected.'
And not just in the novel: After all, Melville had asked Nathaniel Hawthorne to his cottage. In 1851, while composing Moby-Dick, he wrote Hawthorne a series of letters as heated by mid-19th-century standards as any scene in Heated Rivalry. In inviting his own possible situationship to come to his homeāin his first known letter to HawthorneāMelville, like a doped-up, concussed Shane, affects a lightness that doesnāt disguise its own feverishness: 'I am not to be charmed out of my promised pleasure [ā¦]. Your bed is already made, & the wood marked for your fire. [ā¦] I keep the word āWelcomeā all the time in my mouth, so as to be ready on the instant when you cross the threshold.' This 'welcome,' pleasurably effervescent on the tongue but freighted with the unsaid, is Melvilleās version of the Canada Dry ginger ale and Coca-Cola that Ilya and Shane stock for each other."
The literary genre of contemporary MM romance realizes an imagined world that Melville was trying to write into being.
PAUL ROBESON and FREDI WASHINGTON the emperor jones (1933) dir. dudley murphy