Im Trying To Prove A Point To My Mum

Before watching Colin Farrell in The Batman: Do we really need another show about Penguin's rise to power?

After watching Colin Farrell in The Batman: Give me more of the funny bird man

at the end of the day I’m just a girl who loves her bed

There’s so much to unpack here:

Pack of Beakers

Goth Beaker

The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer

The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer

The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur

The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning

The Daily Show | Nov. 6 2024

"describe your symptoms" brother i have felt like this since i was 12 unrelentingly

MOON KNIGHT (2022) - The Friendly Type

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Just cried. “So this is how democracy dies… with thunderous applause” has never been so strongly felt

Whenever people come with "they're from a different era" defending old racists and homophobes and transphobes, I always point to Betty as an example of someone choosing to grow with the world around them. Betty was on the right side of most of the history and change she lived through. There are no excuses. As long as you are alive, you have a responsibility to society to learn and be better. You don't get to decide when you've had enough because ideas that are new to you make you uncomfortable.

And no I'm not saying Betty was a Saint. She was 99. I'm 1000% sure she's said or done something problematic- we ALL have and will and in 2022, I hope the internet gets that. But the gift of age is that Betty was able to grow and be better and show what she's learned.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?