”can Mutuals Dm” My Mutuals Can Suck The Marrow From My Bones

i could do a ted talk on how the jedi asking anakin to spy on palpatine for them was the final nail in the dark side coffin

fool me once… shame on you… fool me you can’t get fooled again!

on the 'bushism' wikipedia page with tears in my eyes... probably one of the stupidest guys to ever do it

my dnd oc <3 i could talk for hours about the campaign my dm home-brewed, but the theme is grief

“but—but—mace windu was soooo mean to anakin🥺🥺he didn’t let him be a master🥺🥺”

buddy I wouldn’t care if mace windu hit anakin with a chair.

no one asked me to explain this but i want to

plato has a quote “opinion is the medium between knowledge and ignorance”

in the pilot episode, misty receives a prank call from some girls accusing her of doing anal, to which she responds quoting plato. or rather, misquoting plato

she says “opinion is the WILDERNESS between knowledge and ignorance”

i see this as intentional on the writers part since the word “wilderness” holds a lot of weight in the yellowjackets universe. the girls use “wilderness” to refer to the force/deity they encounter in the wild and blame for all the sinister things that take place/that they do

many people theorize whether or not the “wilderness” is supernatural or if it is a figment of the girls imagination that they use to cope with what happened in the canadian rockies

i argue that the show will never reveal the answer. the question itself is the main theme of the show, and the writers toy with us using plausible deniability with any supernatural event (lottie’s schizophrenia, tai’s genetic mental health issue (??), etc.)

i believe this because of the aforementioned misty line; the writers told us plainly that this “wilderness” the girls believe in is a result of the blind spot between ignorance and knowledge about what is really going on

we will never know if the “wilderness” is real or not, because the only thing that is real is that the yellowjackets did what they had to do to survive and now they have to live with it

i want to give the Yellowjackets writers kudos for dropping the line “opinion is the wilderness between knowledge and ignorance” in the pilot episode

and i want to send my condolences that it has gone so far unnoticed

phenomenal theme foreshadowing

They’re so Orpheus and Eurydice. But like. If Eurydice went willingly down so Orpheus could live, and Orpheus gouged out his eyes so he wouldn’t fail.

Partially inspired by this post and, you know, everything i love being orpheus and eurydice in some way

on joints and movies | frat au prongsfoot | 652 words

It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.

It’s the only thing Sirius has been able to think all day. It isn’t fair, on violent repeat in his head, and it isn’t. Just last night, James had been on top of him— James, with his beautiful brown eyes and his soft honey skin and everything else that Sirius is addicted to— and now they’re back to being friends.

It isn’t fair, but it’s the only way it can be. Because for all the drunken nights and kisses and confessions, neither of them are gay. They aren’t. James runs through girls at a pace that is truly impossible to keep up with, and Sirius— Sirius has had sex with girls before, and it’s not unbearable. They seem to like it, at least, always wanting to spend the night and get coffee in the morning, and that’s more than can be said for James.

“Here,” James reaches over his shoulder, offering the joint to Sirius. He’s sat on the floor in front of the couch where Sirius is perched, watching Superbad for what must be the millionth time. One of the sororities had an event tonight that’s left the house mostly empty, and so it’s just the two of them in the living room.

Sirius takes the joint and puts it in his mouth to take a puff. He’s glad James is facing away from him. All day, he’s been putting forth a very concerted effort to not think about the pit in his stomach or the way his heart skips a beat every time James looks at him, but it’s futile, now. All he can think is it’s not fair, and all he can remember is the feeling of James’ fingers wrapped around him.

It might never happen again— maybe that’s what scares Sirius the most. Last night could’ve been the last time James ever touches him, and he’ll have to be at ease with that. This thing wasn’t ever going to last very long, anyway. James will pick one of his girls to start dating, and Sirius will find one that he doesn’t hate very much, and this entire thing will be a faded memory, a dalliance they might laugh over with their wives. 

Except, as his fingers brush James’ handing the joint back, he knows it won’t. Not for him. James is facing away from him, like he always is, and Sirius is melting into the couch. Sirius is being soaked up by the beer-stained fabric, and James doesn’t notice. Sirius is thirty years in the future still clutching on to the memory of James kissing his neck, and James is married with kids who don’t know that he experimented in college. 

By the time the credits roll, Sirius is doing his best to hold back tears. The weed wasn’t a good idea— it makes everything feel worse, every emotion feel amplified. It makes it all feel inescapable: that he can’t keep brushing off what he feels about James, that it means far more than what he’s been telling himself it does, and that none of this changes the fact that it means absolutely nothing to James.

They sit in silence until the screen fades to black, and even then it takes a minute for James to reach for the remote. Once the TV is turned off, James sets the remote back on the floor and turns to Sirius with those big, gorgeous eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Sirius’ heart stutters in his chest, because this is James. This is his best friend, his roommate, his soulmate. James, who isn’t a distant and apathetic love interest— he’s Sirius’ friend. And he’s right there, right in front of Sirius, and he knows that something is wrong.

“Can we talk about it later?”

They won’t, but James agrees. It’s enough, the little admission that there is something. It isn’t fair, but it’s enough.

the doctor in the next season of doctor who should be played by hugh laurie, and he will be literally just playing doctor house as doctor who

and his companion, instead of some random girl, will be wilson

thank you for coming to my ted talk

I’ve been thinking about John’s choice of Barbie-form Alecto in the conext of ecofeminism.

The idea that environmentalism and feminism are intrinsically linked and we cannot save the Earth without first disbanding the patriarchy.

Man dominates the Earth and its resources, because they have dubbed it as female, and that’s what you do to women. It’s your God-given right.

Gaia, Mother Nature, Prithvi, Terra.

Notice how matriarchal societies, like North American First Nations (from the West Coast i am most familial with Musqueam), value and respect the Earth. Many of their creation stories centre nature and animals, featuring them as something humans can learn from and follow.

Patriarchal and colonial societies like England dominate both their women and the Earth. Their God puts man (male, white) above everything else; so is his right to own everything.

In a misogynistic society it is almost impossible to treat the Earth with respect, because how can you value Mother Nature when women are a resource to be used?

John is against trillionaires. He’s a scientist. He recognizes that the rich have abused and destroyed the planet, harming the poor. He cares about the Earth and wants to let it heal. He loves Alecto, in his own way.

But still, he uses her. He locks the Earth’s soul in a Barbie doll and uses her power to consume all the other planets in the solar system, murder every person in sight and make himself God.

He’s passionate about climate change because he recognizes the abuse the wealthy enact on the world for their own benefit as what they have been doing to him—the common people, the indigenous people. He’s mad (rightfully) at the injustice against him, but he’s not trying to save the Earth because he respects it, but because he wants to save the people he resonates with.

He doesn’t want to remove the boot, he wants to become it. He shows this by recreating catholicism in the Nine Houses. He’s Maori, that’s not his indigenous religion. It is the religion of God-given domination. That’s what he wants.

He was never going to save the Earth, he just wanted to be the one to imprison it. TM has shown us this through his objectification and feminization of Alecto.

we, as a society, need more:

evil lily evans

whump james potter

creep remus lupin

happy sirius black

asshole peter pettigrew

crybaby barty crouch jr

unhinged sybill trelawaney

anxious xenophilius lovegood