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werewolves can be anything. they can be ANYTHING if you just believe. metaphor for trans. metaphor for gay. metaphor for autism. metaphor for disability. metaphor for anger issues. metaphor for generational trauma. metaphor for mental illness. metaphor for addiction. metaphor for wanting to kill someone. you can do anything with them truly

you can take the water out of the swamp but not the smell

if you're on trial for a nondescript crime and the character in your pfp is your lawyer, is your ass going to jail?

està conseguit! en el penúltim dia però ara ja és un ema per a debat oficialment <3

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Watch this to learn how to put down toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny. As with “the kids these days are terrible” beginning circa prehistory (thanks Plato) this points to “men aren’t masculine anymore” and tracks it backward.

I keep saying nothing ever changes to those who know history.

i need to know every language immediately

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

I love This Post by @emilybeemartin about Boromir’s hypothetical head raccoon, but I especially love, “Epilogue: it ADORES Faramir”, because to me that implies a thrilling variety of options, many of which may overlap in explaining the epilogue:

Boromir’s ghost is straight-up possessing that raccoon now, hopefully consensually and cooperatively with the original raccoon spirit

Boromir spent every spare moment monologuing to the raccoon about how great his little brother is, and the raccoon understood him, and so already loved Faramir before even meeting him

The raccoon loved Boromir and misses him, and Faramir smells a little like him, so the raccoon loves Faramir

Boromir and Faramir have the same innate Disney Princess affinity for random woodland creatures, which is actually GREATER than Aragorn the Ranger’s

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

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