So Apparently Some People New To Tumblr Think A Repost And A Reblog Are The Same Thing, So When They

there are amazing people in this community who do so much work for everyone's happiness. it doesn't matter if they're creating content like fanfics or fanart or if they are the actors/actresses and other people you see and love on social media. everyone deserves privacy, especially if they specifically ask for it (though they shouldn't have to)

the Internet is probably the most exciting and most terrible place to be. While there can be disgusting content and atrocious people, you can also make new friends and bond over common interests.

if it weren't for platforms like these, I probably would've never had any chance to meet so many talented content creators or become mutuals with so many people behind screens. just be kind and don't invade people's privacy. it's sick to see people turn someone into an object for personal gain, especially to share it when explicitly asked not to

(also wanted to note that I literally freaked out when I realized I was mutuals with @weemssapphic. literally an icon in the fandom, amongst other creators as well)

making an important announcement about some things i’ve noticed in the gwendoline christie fandom that really bug me.

disclaimer: read this at your own convenience and discretion. i am not responsible for any sort of hurt feelings and frankly… i don’t care. if you’re mad about this, you are probably the problem. /lh

to start with id like to begin on a positive note so that i’m not diving into negativity, i don’t want to be completely negative about my experiences because i’ve actually met some of the kindest people in the world through this fan base.

the gwen fandom, the gwandom, the gwendoline christie fandom , the lesbian cesspool, has been an incredible experience that i’m grateful i’ve had the pleasure of being apart of.

i went through a rough patch during november, and if i hadn’t found out about gwen, or met such wonderful people during my time here , i honestly wouldn’t be here right now. i owe my life to these people, gwen included. i will forever adore miss christie and what she stands for alongside the friends i’ve made along the way.

and while i know someday this hyperfix will end, it’s really disheartening to me when a fandom is what makes me grow distant from things i enjoy. it happened before, i feel as though it is happening all over again.

and no, i’m not taking issue with anything like the catrissa stuff or the brienne and larissa ship going around or anything like that. i like that we can all be weird together and enjoy aus like catrissa and crackships like bririssa (not sure the official name that was decided lol). my issue is the amount of content i’ve seen that either focuses on gwen herself, or the strange relationship with minors, or the odd artwork of gwen, and the absolute disgusting behaviour towards giles.

gwen would be absolutely appalled seeing fanfictions of herself that involve nsfw or just her in general, anyone would, it’s disgusting to make works of real people in that setting. it’s like you’re treating them as an original character you can mould and manipulate as you see fit and using someone who is real with thought and feeling and consciousness for smut fics is not okay, or any fic in general. i totally get the hype around her characters, i literally have “brienne’s princess” in my bio and i’ve had “jane murdstone’s bloodbag” (in reference to my vamp au) as a name in a discord server.

but i think the fandom has begun to blur the lines between fictional characters and reality settings when it comes to gwen and the personalities she portrays on the television screen. it’s not fair to her. it’s disgusting. i’ve seen a minor do it, i’ve seen a grown adult do it. it’s something i don’t see shamed and frowned upon often enough and it’s really not okay.

on that note i’d like to quickly mention the photos, we alllll know what photos i’m talking about. the bunny one, the nudes, the ones gwen has expressed regret towards and wishes to not have them spread. was there not a “fan” who brought her a book of her nudes and wanted her to sign it? that person who was blocked on instagram by gwen because they reposted her nudes on their story and tagged her???? how can you refer to yourself as a fan after behaving so abhorrently? absolutely disgusting behaviour. as a collective fandom we need to stop touching those photos (metaphorically speaking) and leave them in the past.

i’ve been told of numerous circumstances in which adults have shown their nsfw works to minors in this fandom and it has to fucking stop. it’s disgusting!! how can you do that knowingly? i constantly ponder terminating my account after a minor got ahold of my nsfw work, and upon realising they WERE a minor it was as simple as blocking and moving on. it’s truly not that hard, folks. and the minors on tiktok who fight with others saying silly things like “that’s my wife” or worse. i’ve seen it all, i feel like, and the more i see it the more sick i become. i cannot stand it.

i have seen and heard of fans who have fat shamed gwen for that one pink dress she wore to the met gala. she looked so happy in that dress, and the audacity one must have to fatshame that poor woman on twitter then turn around and continue to proclaim your ‘love for her’ as if you’d done no wrong? are you fucking serious? are you mental?

and the sexualisation over the porcelain doll look, gods some of you are sick. those were not real breasts, people. considering the fact she wholeheartedly regrets her nude photoshoots , what possesses you to believe she would actually flaunt her chest in that outfit?

the blatant mistreatment of poor giles is not fucking okay either. just because you’re jealous of someone who makes her immensely happy does not give you the right to post something so vile and cruel about him. shame on you. why do you believe this is okay to post:

????????

are you serious? have any of you stopped to consider how HAPPY giles makes her? or is her happiness the last thing you ponder when you look at her? have you even noticed how unhappy she looks lately? have you truly paused to consider how she would feel about seeing this on your page, random twitter user, or the rest of you who think this is okay? bless your hearts.

and some of the absolutely horrific things i’ve seen about her online and the hurtful behaviour towards giles makes me question the difference between a fan and just the general paparazzi. because if you truly loved her and you truly loved giles then i would not be ranting into the fucking void about it for no reason.

i avoid interacting with pages i find problematic on here to keep from stirring the pot but tonight i chose violence and got reeeeeal pissy about how i felt about this place. it’s not okay what i see on here and it’s getting exhausting seeing the same cycle of content on a daily.

that’s everything i have to say, i think. i probably missed a lot that should be discussed in the comments but i’m done for now because i know if i go on i’ll probably cry.

before you post things about real people with real feelings , stop to consider how they will feel those real feelings towards the content you put out. chances are you’ll become less problematic and obnoxious that way. 💘

Death of Sappho, by Miguel Carbonell Selva

Tim Burton: Weems had a crush on Gomez

meanwhile:

My medieval and ancient ancestors watching me trying to charge my laptop and connect to WiFi: Ah, yes, she must feed her magic mirror on the telluric current and summon the spirits of knowledge from the aether.

My ancestors watching me proceed to doomscroll on Twitter: Alas! She is beguiled by the cruel babblings of the demons within the mirror; soon she will descend into melancholy from the things she has witnessed.

no bc I just rewatched this ep and it broke me after reading this

The first episode that Alex comes back as ADA for SVU wrecks me. It’s like Alex is having an out of body experience the entire time. Everyone’s expecting her to be her old self, but she doesn’t know how. Every move she makes, someone’s there to remind her, “that’s not what Alex Cabot would do.” Then at the end, Liv tells her, “you really are back” and that must be so goddamn comforting for Alex to hear because this woman knows her. If Liv thinks she’s back, it must be true. She can finally feel like her old self again. She can finally breathe again.

Rescue

Miranda x reader

TW: cancer, surgery, recovery from surgery, low self esteem, men

words count: 2.3k

thanks to @tanith-rhea for beta-reading it.

You took a deep breath. It was your first date in several years now. It took you time to accept your body after the surgery. But now you wanted to start a new life. You wanted to date, to find a lover. You had taken hours to be ready, today. Hours to choose THE dress, THE makeup, THE hairstyle. You wanted everything to be perfect. There weren't a lot of people in the café. A group of friends on the terrace, and a blond woman near the window, on the inside. When you walked by her, she gave you a big smile. It warmed your heart. Maybe this date would go well. You hoped so. You sat on a chair, several tables away from the woman who was still looking at you. You blushed and looked away.

“Hi, I’m Miranda, you look stunning,” she said, “Your boyfriend is a lucky boy!”

“I… don’t have a boyfriend… Well not yet. Maybe I will. It’s just our first date today. But thank you.”

“Really? Good luck, then.” She gave you an even bigger smile.

This woman was so kind, it comforted you a little. You waited a few minutes. He was late. Not too much, though. Five minutes, at most. A man entered the café. It wasn’t your date, yours didn’t look like this. But he approached you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“Er, yes, it's me, who are you?”

“I’m Matt, nice to meet you in real life.”

He wasn’t at all like his profile photo. You started to panic. He lied to you. It wasn’t the same. Your mind was racing. Was he as kind as he was in his messages? 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Matt. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, your profile picture is different-”

“Yes, I put a picture of someone else, if I don’t do this, no girl wants to talk to me. They all are so superficial.”

You gulped. Okay, You had to keep cool. That maybe was a way of speaking. You wanted this date so badly to go well. You could give him a second chance… He sat in front of you and smiled.

“You look great, maybe a little too much makeup. If we continue to date, you should wear a little less, I don’t want other boys to look at you.”

You nodded. What could you reply to this? You weren’t as confident. And he intimidated you.

“So, what do you want to drink?” he asked as a waiter went to take your order.

“Er, well, a hot chocolate would be good, I think I will take a pastry too.”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want you to turn fat… I think you should do some more sport, by the way.”

“N… No pastry,” you shyly asked the waiter.

You wanted to cry. Was all this a joke? How could he be like this? He seemed so friendly on the app… Your date ordered a coffee.

“Sport is important.”

“I do some sport.”

“Really? What do you do?”

You breathed out. Finally, he seemed genuinely interested in you doing some sport. Maybe the second… the third chance was worth it.

“I swim a lot.”

“It’s not a girl’s sport, you should run or something like this. I want a girl in my bed, not a man!” he laughed. “I don’t say that to be mean, it’s just not feminine at all.”

You looked at the table. No. Not worth it.

“Yes, I guess I’ll try.”

The waiter arrived with your hot chocolate and his coffee. You watched him drink. He was still smiling, and you were crying inside. It was just a matter of an hour or maybe two. It was over, soon.

“Good. So, why don’t you already have a man?”

“Well, I… I didn’t date anyone for five years.”

“Anyone? You were looking for the good one? I see?”

“No, not really. I… I had breast cancer, it wasn’t a good time for me. And then I had to do a full mastectomy. I needed time to accept my new chest.”

“Well, at least you got new boobs, they look great!” he bursted into a laugh.

You went pale. Your heart was beating in your ears, tears began to appear in your eyes. You gulped. You couldn’t even hear what he was saying right now. Why did he have to be so cruel? Why was that happening to you? You had met nice and kind men all your life, why did you have to meet this one right now? He was the worst person you’ve ever met. How could a human being be so cold-hearted? Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were not worth a love life. Maybe he was all that you could ask for. You wanted to disappear right now. You hated your body. You hated it because it had cancer. You hated your new breasts. It wasn’t even yours.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up. It wasn’t Matt’s voice. All your thoughts disappeared when you saw the blond woman in front of you, in his seat. She was kindly smiling at you.

“I… I’m not.”

“I heard what he said. I’m sorry.”

“It’s my first date since my mastectomy… It couldn’t have been worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where is Matt?”

“He went to the bathroom. You’re safe now. I’m not letting him talk to you again.”

Your date went out of the bathroom and seemed surprised that the woman took his place. You couldn’t look at him right now, so you just looked at the table, again.

“What the fuck is happening here?” he asked, angry.

“Well, I’m going to ask you to leave her alone, mister. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you anymore,” she calmly said.

“What was it because of the tiddy thing? It was a joke!”

“A joke is supposed to be fun. If she’s crying, it’s not a joke. Please, go out. She deserves to spend her time with someone who can respect her.”

“Leave the table, woman, or I’ll show you what a man can do.”

You stopped breathing. You didn’t want it to become violent. You watched the woman who simply smiled at you and stood up. Was she going to abandon you? A part of you wanted this, you never meant to lead her in any trouble. But the other part wanted her to stay with you, and you were a bit disappointed. Then you realised why she was simply standing in front of him. She was tall. She was very tall. Taller than him. She was towering over him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, man, show me what you can do, besides making your date cry.”

The man hesitated for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and closed it pathetically.

“Leave,” she demanded.

He left.

You bursted into tears. She sat next to you on the bench seat and pulled you into a hug. You froze. You weren’t used to that, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to- She seemed to understand how you felt because she let you out of her embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you,” she chuckled in embarrassment. 

“N-No, it’s okay,” you said, “it surprised me, that’s all.”

“I’m going to do things right.”

She opened her arms before you, a soft smile on her face.

“Do you want a hug?”

You threw yourself in her arms, crying more and more as she rubbed your back.

“It’s over, now. You’re safe with me.”

“I wanted this date to be nice! What’s wrong with me?”

“Shhh… Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s his fault and only his.”

“My afternoon is ruined… My day is ruined.”

“Meeep,” she said with a nosy voice.

You raised your chin to look up at her, confused.

“It was the sound of a buzzer. You can argue that a buzzer is supposed to make a sound like “bzz”, but I personally find “meep” more accurate.”

“Why… Why did you buzz?” you said, wiping away a few tears, half laughing.

“Because you’re wrong, again. Your afternoon isn’t ruined. Not at all. What if we spend it together? We could go for a walk, and I’ll buy you a pastry. Or more, if you want more. We’ll find the best spots to swim in the sea, and I know some that are totally unknown. Or we could just stay here over a coffee or something.”

Your eyes widened. Why would a complete stranger do that? Was this a kind of trap?

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I can totally understand. Don’t be afraid to refuse.”

You shook your head.

“No, I- I was just wondering if you were an angel coming to rescue me.”

She blushed and laughed, it was clear, she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“Well, I try to make people feel safe, ya know? It’s not a big deal.”

“I’d love to spend the afternoon with you, Miranda.”

“Great!” she said, a big smile spreading on her face, “so what do you want to do?”

“I want to get out of here…”

She nodded and stood up, helping you to do so. She almost ran to the counter and said she paid for you as well. You frowned. She did not need to do this. But as you walked towards her to tell her you could pay, she shook her head.

“It’s on me.”

Then she took your arm and went out of the café. The fresh air filled your lungs. You felt a lot better. You closed your eyes, appreciating the sun on your skin.

She began to laugh. It was a frantic laugh. You liked it, even though you didn’t understand why she was laughing. You looked at her, a bit confused. Was she laughing at you?

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s just…”

She breathed in and out for a few seconds.

“I was so afraid when I was standing before them. Like, what if they actually hit me? What if he was very strong? What if my height didn’t impress them? I was so scared that it was useless and I was being pathetic by trying this. I was all bluffing! What if he knew or noticed it? I can’t believe it worked. I know I looked like I was confident and all, but on the inside, I was like ‘I don’t know what I’m doing right now, I don’t know what to do next, please lord I want it to work’, because I had no idea what to do if it hadn’t worked.”

While talking, she was staring far away, as if she was replaying the scene in her mind, gesturing with her arms and hands. You smiled a bit and placed a hand on her arm, causing her to come back to earth.

“Thank you again. It was very brave of you.”

Her cheeks were coloured in a pale pink.

“It was nothing, don’t worry about that,” she said, dismissing your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“It was clearly something if you talk about it now.”

“No it-” she sighed, “I didn’t think, ya know? It wasn’t brave if it was an automatism.”

“I understand. Yet, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You walked a bit, silently. She was guiding you near the ocean. It was beautiful. You liked the view of the waves crashing against some rocks which emerged from the water. The white foam flying all around seemed to be kind of shooting stars.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of good dates. Don’t stop searching for someone because of a man like him.”

“Yes, I guess… Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not my area.”

Your face went red. She gave you a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or a bit mocking. Maybe a bit of both.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

You looked away, a bit flustered. So she was a lesbian, huh? What if… she was interested in you? What if it was the reason why she complimented you earlier? You blushed as you realised this idea seduced you. 

You loved how her blond hair was tucked behind her ears, in the cutest way. You loved how her blue eyes followed everything that crossed her sight. You loved how smiles spread on her pink lips, lighting her face. You loved her little nose, her neck, her height, lord, her height. It made you feel so safe. And she was brave, funny, and kind.

“This is the moment where the straight girl says ‘I’m sorry, I hope you’re not interested in me.’ or something like that,” she said and chuckled.

“I’m not straight.”

“Oh!”

She blushed a bit and remained silent.

“Hoisted by your own petard,” you smirked, “I’m bi. Why? Could you be interested in me?”

She didn’t say anything, and looked at the beach and the people swimming in the waves. She was cute, with that.

“Look, there is a-”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Her face was slightly pink, she avoided your gaze.

“Miranda, I find you beautiful, cute, and kind, and brave. So if you want this to be a date. It can be.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She turned towards you.

“I-”

You gave her a soft smile. 

“Yes, I’d like this to be a date.” she whispered.

You almost didn’t hear. But even if you hadn’t, you would have known.

“Then it’s a date.”

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post credit scene:

Matt walked his way home when someone stopped before him. It was Rhea. She looked at him with nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes, then her fist met his nose and he fell onto the ground. He spat some blood, and a tooth.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you dare talk to her again. And if I learn you treat badly an other woman, I kill you."

Rhea walked away and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse

Conversation Prompt

“I… I broke into your house because I love you.”

“Yeah, I don’t really care why. I was lying on that floor bleeding out for eight hours and positive that I was going to die before you decided to do a bit of B&E, so I don’t care what lie you come up with. I’m just glad you found me in time.”

“Yeah - me too, because I wasn’t kidding about that loving you thing.”

Reneé Rapp performing 'Not My Fault' on SNL (2024)

Conservative paternalism is gross.

78 year-old adulterous rape culture icon and child molester rambling about fertilization is like music to the ears of MAGA.