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ty for the tag @wellitseugi @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @whenandfromanotherworld @shoyosun haha second time doing this because i fucked up the first one.. this was hard i have way too many songs in my one singular playlist (over 500)
A - afraid by the neighbourhood
K - kingston by faye webster
A - annie by wave to earth
A - apocalypse by cigarettes after sex
S - starboy by the weeknd
H - hotel by montell fish
I - i like it by stray kids
I - i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys
T - tough luck by laufey
tags (no pressure): most of my moots have been tagged already so.. im doing all the ones who havent.. @kodstuken @wanderless-musings @flwerhelena @lovingbombie @reikodashi @tobioyaps @sylvouz @jirairenshi @yallsvape @leosxrealm @barelyalivesstuff
i know i shouldnt be suprised but sinners being out for less than a week and already tumblr is fandomifying and 'poor wet pathetic cat'-ifying the main white man villain of the movie is so... disapointing??? like did the fucking point of the movie really go over your heads that badly or are you just willingly ignorant and stupid?
AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS; im not saying you cant like remmick, he's a very interesting character, a great villain, and jack o'connell gave a great performance playing him, nor do i care if you think hes sexy, I think hes sexy
but i think to come out of a movie where vampires serve as a metaphor for how black american communities have the life sucked out of them by white people via cultural appropriation (remmick wanting to use sammie's gift to summon his own ancestors) and forced assimilation (all the turned vampires singing and dancing along with remmick's irish folk song and dance juxtaposed with the blend of cultures during sammie's song in the juke joint) and for your main take away to be 'aww the main villain is just a misunderstood sadboy' or 'idc abt the atrocities he looked sexy doing them (when the atrocities in question were racism)' then youre just being so disengenuous and antithetical to the whole point of the film?
and dont come at me with the 'let people enjoy things' bullshit, sinners is a movie FUNDAMENTALLY about racism and racial dynamics in the united states, and i do think focusing on your little y/n x [whiteboy of the month] fics and 'hes so babygirl' posts do actually stunt your own critical engagement with the message this movie was trying to convey to its audience
i think its also a disservice to remmick's character; the moral nuance that comes to light when you consider his position as an irish immigrant to the US, a victim of the colonialist british empire just like the black main cast (although in a very different way) and how, whilst his desire to reclaim his ancestry and heritage is understandable and even relatable, his pursuit of sammie and willingness to kill literally everyone else at the juke joint is allegorical for how, regardless of their own marginalisation, white people will prey upon and steal from black culture(s) and destroy/disenfranchise black communities to serve their own interests, and the movie is NOT subtle about this either, delta slim literally lays it out for us "white folks like the blues just fine, they just don't like the people who make them"
idk im yelling into the void here, the ppl im complaining about are never going to give a shit about racism or even just critically engaging with art when theres a new cute whiteboy to write fluff and angst about, but its just soooo annoying to see, yet again, how fandom spaces, which SHOULD be about uplifing and celebrating art in all its diversity and complexity, once again is nothing more than people ignoring anything that actually makes them have to confront reality and filing off the serial numbers to slot characters into pre-determined fanon molds so they can pump out incorrect quotes and coffee shop AUs en masse until the media iliterate heat death of the universe
tsukishima kei x reader drabble
content. implicit nsfw (suggestive and misleading) || 1.2k words || hard-on mention || college au || touch starved!tsukki || technically pining, but it's more menacing than that || lying and red flag behavior
Ი𐑼 pre note. based off of my tsukki headcanons
"Good morning," is innocent enough. It opens you up like a flower over a few days.
You're not a steel trap. You're not a superhuman. Tsukishima Kei is the only guy you've ever met that makes you wish you were-- because to you'd need otherworldly powers to defend against his special brand of psychological torment.
He tucks a packet of completed work under his binder. He leans forward. He doesn't have to touch or speak for you to react to him, because that's how trained he has you just over the course of half a semester.
You turn, the morning light all gentle and soft over your worried brow. You glance him up and down, careful to watch for that red-flag of a smirk. He wears a small frown, instead, and even presents you with rare hesitation. Like he knows what he asks is ridiculous, and he's apologetic for it.
"You got the homework from Friday? I didn't have time to look at it this weekend."
He studies your faltering hesitation. You reliably fall apart at the seams when he's warm. Is he attractive, or maybe your secret type, or is it an extension of your good nature to never cut him off? There are empty seats and no seating chart order; you could move whenever you wanted, but never did.
"I..." You thumb your completed homework, gaze falling towards the window sill you like so much.
"Y-eah," You sigh, and repeat firmer, with a little nod, since he had backed off so much lately, "Yeah."
You turn to pass him your work and have to remind yourself: it's always a good thing to give people chances. He smirks at the tension on your face, never meant for him to see, but always there.
What is sure, what is fact, and an inescapable one he found, is that he was never bored with you. It's not that you're loud, or magnetic, or exciting, but when he realizes you're kind to a fault, he makes certain that it stays a disadvantage to you and an in for him.
He zones out for most of the lecture and stares at your hair. This professor is b-rated at best and he can gather everything he needs from the slides. He counts the stray strands, how the light refracts off of the barely-different shades, how it moves with you or slips out of his sight, instead of listening to the class. He keeps his hands preoccupied with assembling and disassembling his pen to dissuade himself from reaching out and grabbing a handful of it.
His lids grow heavy. Twist. Pull. Cartridge. Thrust device. No click. Device. Cartridge. Push. Twist. Click. Your hair slips over shoulder as you turn. You're turning. To look back at him.
You glance at his pen and whisper, polite, "Can you stop, please?"
He stares at you, then down at his desk. The professor drones on. And he finds that his thumb is stained with ink.
"Hey." He mutters as you're turning back around, unsure if you were going to come away from that unscathed. It looks like, for a moment, you aren't. You wince and readjust to look at him for longer.
Tsukishima is staring hard. It's not angry, but it's intense, and it's focused.
"You've got a little something," He motions to your cheekbone, vague, because nothing is actually there, "Right there."
You grow warm and twist away to quickly swipe at your face. A slew of things would've been pretty embarrassing to have stuck on you. It doesn't occur to you that he could be lying.
"Let me see," He whispers, not his typical brand of Mean.
He leans forward and it makes you tense again. But he's just cordial enough today to get you buttered up, for you to let him help.
You flinch, but his fingers are feather light as they stroke slowly, in little swipes, across your cheek. He plucks away nothingness, but it feels like he's taking dust off of your face. When his fingers lace through your hair, you worry if you had walked through a cobweb on your commute to class.
He takes a good, thorough look at how you've softened, under his deceit and under his touch. The little spot of ink on your cheekbone brings his smirk back.
"All gone," He lies. He can't help but fix your hair one last time. You thank him for it, because you have no idea yet of how good of an actor he is.
Class ends and he places your work back onto your desk before he leaves. He lingers to watch you gather and pack your notes.
"I've got a game tomorrow." Tsukishima tells you, flat, without the usual inflection a request should have, "You should come."
He towers close over you, so that when you twist to look at him from your bag, your head is level with his hips. His face feels impossibly far away. He shoves his hands in his pockets and doesn't back up. He tilts his head, adjusts himself, and smirks at your fast-paced packing, the way you make more space between you. You stand, flushed, and stumbly.
"Oh. I- didn't know you-," You sigh, unsure of every word that leaves you, "Played- um," You glance over him again, reconsidering him as an athlete, and realize you probably should've put it together on your own a while ago. He's waiting for you stop tripping over your words, "...A-nything."
His jaw is slackened, tongue running over his teeth, and he looks at you from the ground up, "Uh-huh..."
You hold yourself. He tilts his head back straight and shrugs, dismissive, as he walks away, "It's at 6. Just look up Sendai Frogs. Info's on the website."
He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
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missing someone is crazy because you’ll have dreams that r like “we went on a nice walk together :)” and you’ll wake up feeling like you’re gonna throw up
the character in ur pfp, i remember from some show either i or my brother watched as kids, but i cant remember what it is or who that is? but i remember loving it
Charlie and Lola!
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