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theblasianbarbie: honestly imo this contributes to like…..the way ppl love to demonize black people. like taylor swift went of her way to demonize kanye (who is more than problematic obviously) and like contribute to this narrative ofher being this
saturnineaqua: odinsblog: RYAN LOCHTE VANDALIZED A GAS STATION, LIED ABOUT IT AND BLAMED IT ON THE LOCAL BROWN SKINNED PEOPLE. Textbook racial projection complete with the “he’s just a harmless kid” narrative (never mind the fact that an innocent
robothyenawasteland: When the Princess of Wolves tries to assassinate the Lord of Irontown but you realize the conflict between the preservation of nature and the progress of civilization cannot be reduced to a simple good vs. evil narrative
noirgirlfriend: ok. innocent white girl vs aggressive and forward black girl narrative is overdone and dead now. we can move on.
insurrectionarycompassion: I think the Left should realize that there is no revolution to wait for, no collapse to anticipate and no ending to organize towards. That suggests and accepts the liberal notion of American peace. The narrative of American
odinsblog: The Overton Window and the forgiveness narrative run amuck No matter how racist they’ve been to BLACK people, there’s a constant desire on the left to sing Kumbaya with even the worst conservatives. And that’s why Republicans rarely
thescene:Akira Armstrong was in two Beyoncé videos, but couldn’t find an agent to represent her as a professional dancer because of her size. To change the narrative around what a dancer’s body should look like, Akira started her own dance company,
thequantumwritings: Sometimes i think about the idea of Common as a language in fantasy settings. On the one hand, it’s a nice convenient narrative device that doesn’t necessarily need to be explored, but if you do take a moment to think about where
superheroesincolor: The Sisters Are Alright: Changing the Broken Narrative of Black Women in America (2015) “The Sisters Are Alright exposes anti–black-woman propaganda and shows how real black women are pushing back against distorted cartoon versions
Disturbing the narrative
corrodedvessel: Iviva Olenick * **Narrative embroideryBasically, I’m just a catalogue of disastersembroidery on fabric dyed with onion skin
equality-equation: sgaob-semaj: nah thosociety will try to body-police and shame women and girls, that’s part of misogyny, and it’s fucking awful and i will always point out but fat-shaming is tied into a broader narrative. it’s not as easy as
aminaabramovic: once I stopped looking at my life like some narrative w/ a beginning middle and ending and started to envision my existence as not bound by some linear definition of progression I became a trillion times less stressed true story
meyllenpage: janetmock: Proud to be ELIXHER’s cover girl! In the Body Issue we create a space to celebrate our bodies, our narratives and our truths. I’ve written about my experience shooting the cover and helping shape the theme of the issue with
aurora-spirit: mys1gnature: thequietsinger: baptistepiscopal: shisno: sailortweek: thisdanobrien: I’ve seen this on my dashboard a lot in the last week and I’ve felt like an outsider. It seems like the narrative is “The customer wanted [x]
a narrative of the day with a feedist tangent.
ultrafacts: The basic idea has been expressed through narrative a number of times. In one of Aesop’s fables The Fox and the Cat, the fox boasts of “hundreds of ways of escaping” while the cat has “only one”. When they hear the hounds approaching,
she-who-keeps-the-lighthouse:One of the things that really gets me when it comes to online witchcraft and magic spaces is how hard people push the narrative that beginner magic is dangerous. It really isn’t. No demon is going to show up and suck
bdsmgeek: actuallyuniquenudes: Behind the Scenes: Teal Shot (once again) with my Narrative microblogging camera. My favorite shots from this behind-the-scenes set is where you can see just exactly how tiny this model is. I am almost as tall as her
spitfather: Destroy the “good kid” narrative. Mike Brown deserved to live even if he wasn’t going to college, if he was aggressive and loud rather than shy, if he had a criminal record. Mike Brown deserved to live, not because he was some sort
The importance of consent: a narrative. I will forever reblog this gifset. look at how badass she is though i mean some of it gets on her too and doesn’t even give a fuck She pours hot liquid on her own leg she’s that badass. fire cannot
newlorian:Do you want to be a part of the narrative?
fastcarbytracychapman: me, when i can’t organize or plan for shit: nonlinear narrative sequence enhances the dreamlike atmosphere of this tragicomedy
ossipaga: Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung from cinematographer Christopher Doyle’s visual and narrative diary, Buenos Aires, of his participation in the making of Wong Kar Wai’s film Happy Together. He wrote “Leslie and Tony play lover’s games
Although the vacation was a pleasant escape, the rift between the two had grown considerably during Vhaelen’s absence. Things hadn’t felt quite the same in a long time and both men were finally forced to deal with it face to face. The decision
It was a blessing to have such a powerful mind able to access his memories from any specific date and any specific time, yet it was a curse at the same time, causing him to recall every single moment of that drunken night in vivid, embarrassing detail.
Fingertips glided over the neatly lined up rows of scars covering his arms before peering at his bare form in the mirror, even in those markings there was a meticulous order, a sense of perfection between length and spacing. There was a reason he was
It wasn’t an escape, but it felt like one. The moment his boots hit the damp soil of the jungle and eyes peered up through the spaces in between the leaves towards the sun, he felt renewed. All those subtle reminders left thousands of miles away
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The previous night kept replaying through his mind over and over. By this point Vhaelen had left, likely not wanting the Doctor to have to face him when he awoke on the couch of his office. There was so much pent-up frustration and anger that he didn’t
“What do you want?!” It was the same question the Doctor had already asked, but the answer wasn’t the one he wanted to receive, nor was it the answer Vhaelen truly wanted to give. “What do you want from -me-? You had to know I was going
He had enough.The day had been one of the longest of his life, but with all of the chaos spawning around him, the man shifted into battle mode. All of the support he received was a surprise, only a small handful jumping to conclusions prior to talking
The events leading up to the good Doctor finding himself a new clinic had been completely unexpected. His actions were the same the first time this incident presented itself, only this time he was much more vocal about it. Either way, he had no time
He awoke with a start, confused at his surroundings for a moment. It was the first time he had spent the night in the new building and typically he wouldn’t sleep so well, but the previous day had absolutely exhausted him. So much information in
His thoughts were jumbled by the end of the day, as they had been for the previous few days. New information coming into light continued to change the man’s perspective on the entire situation every day and last night he had decided to retire early
Everyone was suspicious and wary of just about everyone else.Accusations were being thrown out left and right,the desire for violent outcomes seemed to spread.People wanted answers, others were eager to act now rather than wait and gather information.
He did his job and healed the man to the best of his ability and along with the aid of a few others, Meryn was going to be just fine. First Onyx and now him, it was obvious they were going to have to be a little more careful or at least make sure others
Last night had been a whirlwind of events and he had hit the wall long before he stormed out of the headquarters in an embarrassed huff. Even after departing things were still tense and despite being in his own bed, he didn’t get very much sleep.
The timing couldn’t have been worse.The old familiar saying of ‘when it rains it pours’ definitely seemed to take root in the Doctor’s world and reached a climax with the events of last night. He awoke to find a small box, along with a small
Another memo sent to those of the Resistance to keep everyone informed, unsure of who knew what already, but it was their purpose after all and he had a duty to share these words:I received information from a source who wishes to remain anonymous, but
It was a long, relentless night.There was finally a moment of peace and quiet in the wee hours of the morning where the Doctor had a chance to finally sit and rest while mentally and physically preparing himself of the day that was to come.Aelberyn and
The memo was becoming a daily thing and perhaps that was for the best. He wanted to keep everyone on the same page that aided with the Resistance and today certainly called for a lengthy letter. Sent out to all those who aided:Dearest colleagues,We
The clinic was filling,no cure was found yet,people were getting worse,the staff was running on little sleep,tensions were highand patience was running thin in many.Meryn was sick,Vhaelen hadn’t come in yet…It was bad. It was really bad, but
The Cure “As to side effects. Wanting to die is a start. Throwing up, nausea. Temporary blindness. Temporary deafness. Heart palpitations. Blood in stool. Discoloration of urine. Blood from eyes, nose, and ears. Loss of sensation in limbs. Just feels
After the night they had, a memo to the resistance seemed necessary:Monday October 5thLord Felscythe’s draught has so far been a rather large success. Some have passed, some have remained ill, so I ask that all of you keep these folks in your thoughts
The pounding headache, blurry vision and throbbing on the side of his face finally subsided after awhile, who’d have thought a mechanical fist to the side of his face would hurt so darn much? With everything else going on and that large target painted
The VaccineKhaeris had worked endlessly since the plague first arrived. Blood samples of all varieties were freely given to the woman to aid in her endeavors and as always, Xanelen had exceedingly high hopes that she would soon discover a vaccine for
He awoke with a start, sleep had been a rare commodity for the past few weeks and even when he had a chance to rest in his own bed, the never ending sense of unease plagued his mind and kept him from a good night’s sleep.The previous day had began well,
Then there was deathHe had been on a house call and away from the Shielded Mind for only a mere hour when the explosion echoed throughout the entire city and immediately the Doctor could feel his heart sink into his stomach. A look was exchanged between
A memo sent out to ALL of those involved with the Resistance, including the Farstriders, the Blood Knights, any and all military organizations that have chosen to back this cause. If you are fighting against the Collective/Faceless, you can receive
He hadn’t told anyone yet. Only Meryn and Aelberyn knew the truth of what had happened last night inside of Meryn’s apartment. They had been unexpectedly ambushed and although they had fought brilliantly, Xanelen ended up on the floor in an unconscious
Centori arrived with the best news of an already frustrating evening. A letter and magical clutch delivered filled with materials and instructions on how to create a rune brand that would quell the powers of the mark, discovered by one of their alliance
He had spent the day outside of the city with a few others, traveling the lands to ‘brand’ those that were not regulars within the city. It seemed the majority had accepted the mark in order to cure themselves of the plague, something for which
He didn’t regain consciousness until the next morning and even then he wished his mind would have kept him comatose for a bit longer. The crippling pain that radiated throughout his body was almost enough to make the Doctor pass out again and he had
It was becoming a more and more difficult burden to bear. Talon and he had become close friends over the past year and although he was really left with no choice in the matter, it still didn’t make it any easier. The Doctor kept telling himself
Yet again he found himself waking up in one of the cots within the Shielded Mind. This was becoming a habit for him, but at the very least that familiar presence always lingered nearby. Before he could even open his eyes, his hand reached out to touch
Xanelen reaches out to press a hand against Meryn’s bare abdomen where the spear had gone through. “When I was little my mom would kiss my wounds to make them better. Never realized how that always worked so well until I was older.”He sits
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