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hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

Please save and share this info where possible. This report has since been removed by Amnesty International due to legal threats of libel from JK Rowling. This information is no longer easily accessible.

Something I see getting overlooked a lot when discussing queercoding in historical media is that in many cases it's not evidence that the writers secretly shipped it; it was aimed at straight dudes specifically to freak them out. Depicting a male villain as sexually interested in a male hero reads as horror to the cishet male audience. Like, Venom didn't spend years and years being blatantly characterised as Spider-Man's creepy stalker ex because Marvel's writers were all closeted yaoi fans. That was meant to be scary – which of course doesn't mean you can't read it differently, but don't give them credit they don't deserve!

remember! when someone vents about racism instead of using their post to confess your sins you can simply☝️ Shut The Fuck Up

okay im not done. Like. Sure. I get the urge to confess stuff too in similar situations, I have OCD, I get it, but you gotta remember 1. this person did not ask for that information 2. you are only burdening them with the heavy implication they are there to absolve you which is not something they should ever have to do (why should they?) and 3. kinda making it about you, you know? that's not cool. And so you must harness the power of Shutting the Fuck Up.

The artist in the image is Charlotte Zhang featured at the Alice Gallery

link to the exhibition

[Image Description: photo of Charlotte Zhang, an asian woman, sitting on a chair in front of a translucent white piece of cloth on which there is written: "white woman reaches her arm down my throat tucks her confession in the lining of my stomach absolves herself of her sins". End ID.]