I support survivors who dissociated

I support survivors who feel invalid because ‘they could have stopped it’

I support survivors who feel weak

I support survivors who feel like ‘they wanted it’ because they didn’t resist

I support survivors who didn’t know what they were getting into

I support survivors who didn’t really know what they were consenting to

infamous quicksilver scene from x-men apocalypse (”sweet dreams are made of this” playing as he saves everyone from the manor)

the inexplicable use of supermassive black hole by muse  in twilight during the baseball scene

the scene in umbrella academy where five fucks up all those agents in the diner while “istanbul (not constantinople)” plays in the background

what’s up danger playing from into the spiderverse when miles takes the leap of faith

the start of spiderman homecoming when they played the orchestral version of the spiderman theme for the first time

sweet victory

“sitting there useless as two shits hey, turn around bend over i’ll show you where my shoe fits”

the part in rwby where they slingshot ruby at the nevermore while the final part of red like roses pt.2 plays, the guitars blaring as she goes up the cliff and ending with the beheading

“I AM MOANA”

busted from phineas and ferb

the end of guardians of the galaxy volume 2 where they start playing father and son

the part in thor ragnarok when hela asks thor “what were you the god of again?” before thor attacks her and starts going batshit crazy on the undead army while led zeppelin’s immigrant song plays

Get comfortable saying it. Get comfortable hearing it and thinking it. Because if we don’t collectively get our fucking shit together, it’s gonna happen.

It’s gonna happen because his supporters still love him. It’s gonna happen because even people who don’t love him are thinking to themselves, “well this hasn’t been so bad, the economy is good, we didn’t actually go to war, that’s way better than taking a chance on some newfangled progressive.”

Nevermind the fact that the stock market takes a plunge almost every time Trump does something crazy and the economy is doing well due to Obama-era policies.

It’s gonna happen because I’m already seeing “I wanna take my toys and go home” rhetoric among Democrats who don’t want to vote for anyone who isn’t their fave.

I’m exasperated and tired and stressed and I should not have read the comments on a WaPo article, I know, I get it, but people — kids at the border. The Supreme Court. The stacking of the lower courts. The complete inaction on climate change. The uninformed “stick first, think later” approach to foreign policy. Even if you’re privileged or ignorant enough to sit there and think that none of this has touched your life, that doesn’t mean it won’t. Reading some of the things people are saying about the state of politics in the US has me feeling like I’ve taken crazy pills over here.

Do I have a favorite in the primary? Sure. Does it matter if she doesn’t win the nomination? No. I’ll go to the fucking bat for Joe Biden if I have to because people’s lives are more important than my ego or my principles. I don’t know how else to put that.

Party in in the fucking big show.

People voted for our Conservative party again, after nearly a decade of them consistently fucking over everyone except the rich, partly because they bought into a pile of horseshit about how the radical progressive rival would doom us all to socialist poverty where we eat rats to survive!

Stick it on his chestplate like a fridge

i got you covered fam

Yesterday I answered the phone at work and when I said my name the woman on the other line got so excited and said “Madeline?? You’re exactly who I wanted to talk to! This is Marie Brandon, you helped me about a month ago. How late are you working today?” It was her!! And about an hour later she and her husband showed up, and she was carrying a huge stack of old knitting patterns for me, and her husband brought in a few boxes full of yarn. They couldn’t stay long but I was so touched that she remembered me, and I struggled to not just flat out start crying when she handed me the patterns. When I looked through them later I realized it was her entire personal collection from over the years, including all her personal notes and drawings and even some photographs of her finished pieces. No one in my family knits, and to have someone pass on their legacy to me like that was incredibly moving.