(Sorry for the late post - forgot that my queue ran out!)
Today I want to lift up Mari (@onbeinganangel | onbeinganangel on AO3) who is literally one of the best people. For one, she was very understanding when I landed in her DMs screeching about Develop, Stop and Fix, as I am wont to do (seriously go read this it’s so good). Mari just pops in being supportive and it’s lovely.
Today I want to bring your attention to A Care To Fill The Vessel Of Your Heart (Drarry, 2500 words, Mature). Now, do check the tags because this one tackles some difficult stuff.
So first, I started crying about two paragraphs in and I haven’t stopped yet. This fic is absolutely beautiful and devastating and so so powerful. Mari is a stunning writer, and the word that comes to mind when I think of her work is “delicate” - even something so hard-hitting and almost brutal as this. But it’s not a delicacy that hides or obscures the truth that she’s narrating. Rather it brings it into sharp relief.
I feel like in my own work, I tend to write Draco’s redemption arc very cleanly (in part because I almost always write post-redemption). This Draco is messy. A mess. And it resonates so profoundly. It all makes sense, this Draco. And the way he and Harry fall into love, the way they’re both damaged but loving each other, even if it’s terrifying, makes them want to heal.
This is a hell of a story, packed into 2500 words. I loved it.
We hate to say it, but it’s getting cold. And honestly, we’re not completely ready for it. Gone are the days of light fabrics, but that certainly doesn’t mean your style should suffer. Actually, we prefer to think that cold weather gives us the opportunity to shine a little more in our wardrobe choices. Above, you’ll see three different looks that we just can’t stop loving. Layering, of course, is key to sophisticated 6pm.com style. Chic jeans with booties, a neutral sweater, and a puffy moto-jacket? Swoon! A pretty patterned dress with matching red booties and peacoat, with some sparkling jewelry? We love it. Now, go out there and show us how you rock your 6pm.com fall fabulous style. Tag us on instagram @shop6pm, we love to see your photos.
Propaganda films are good if they’re good. My entire complaint about the DoD and CIA working with Hollywood is they make Marvel Movies which are internationalist cringefests meant to MKULTRA every part of the planet within walking distance to a McDonalds into accepting liberal democratic values.
Top Gun is a straightforward “buy war bonds” type of movie popular in the 80s which itself is a revival of war movies from the 40s. Very direct and celebrated American values as American values instead of this insidious “our norms are universal” which is an insult to Americans and non-Americans alike.
Independence Day is a happy medium of the two. Pacific Rim as well.
Guys, I have deciphered what “Welcome to my depraved/dark mind” is code for! It’s actually incel for “I’ve never made a woman cum in my life so now I just pretend like I’m into denying them their orgasms”.
[ID: A horizontal list of years, with labeled brackets above certain sections. The first section is 2010-2014, labeled “nostalgia”. The second section is 2015-2019, labeled “2016”. The final section is 2020-2022, labeled “plague.” End ID.]
it is extremely important to me that cas wonder out loud if he’s attractive one day, and dean blinks and goes um. dude. that’s not something you ask your bros. go ask a lady. and sam is like what no i’ll tell you. yeah cas you are very attractive. i think you look great. don’t listen to dean, he has issues. you’re very good-looking. and dean is immediately like i don’t have issues. i’m fine. i can tell cas he’s pretty. it’s no big deal. and cas is like *head tilt* pretty? is that the word you would use? so now dean is blushing and he’s like whatever. handsome. gorgeous. sexy. whatever. sam snorts so obnoxiously dean gets annoyed and he’s like what. you wanted me to say it so i did. cas, you’re smoking. don’t ever worry about that. and then he storms off and doesn’t come out of his room for three days.
patrick bateman: *licks a strawberry icecream he got from an icecream truck* hm yummy ice cream
his internal monologue: look at me . eating processed flavoring. There is no strawberry in here. It’s but a pastiche of the real deal. An ice cream with artificial flavoring, a momentary joy. Tested countless times in a lab, masquerading as if it’s authentic, genuine. Me and a strawberry icecream are alike in that sense: gentle on the outside, palatable and unassuming. The only difference is that I don’t come with nutrition facts advising of any warning signs concerned parents will scan over, and by the time I strike, itll be too late
disclaimer i have never seen this movie I just think the soul of this guy possessed me
disclaimer revoked i just watched this movie and this was dead on
