The very first thing I put in my grimoire was a sigil to keep it hidden, pasted a picture over said sigil, and promptly lost my grimoire for a week.
I can’t get over how funny this is
This is why being specific is important lmao
This is a hilarious example of why the “apart from me” clause is very important when enchanting your grimoire. Also very important if you’re cursing your grimoire, I’d imagine.
My fave thing about Black Panther is that they had the perfect setup for the Jabari to be the villains. The challenge, the black and white aesthetic, the toothy masks and secluded mountain lair surrounded by ice and snow and rock… and instead, they turn out to be cool warrior dudes led by a nerd who makes ill-timed (and hilarious) jokes and who’s only stated issue with T’Challa’s reign (besides an old feud that’s been pretty much been left alone for a couple hundred years) is that he doesn’t think it’s a good idea for a sixteen year old to be running all of Wakanda’s R&D department, which considering he’d never met Shuri before is a very valid thing to be worried about.
Big brain: saying that abusers are across the board incapable of love is reductive of the nuances of abuse (particularly parental abuse) as well as Otherizing abusers, allowing people to erroneously lump abusive people in with a damaging and incorrect stereotype of mentally ill people (ie. Incapable of emotions like love and empathy, further contributing to the demonization of mentally illness) and allowing people to invalidate the claims of victims if someone deems the abuser too “normal” to be abusive. By unilaterally characterizing abusers as horrifying monsters, you create a culture of denial around who abusers are and what abuse looks like, because it is not just dead-eyed “sociopaths” enforcing their will on helpless people, it can happen to anyone and anyone can act abusively regardless of their own emotional capacity for love or other generally positive emotions. The real question to ask in regards to Thanos and Gamora, therefore, is not whether or not he loves her, but rather “is the way Thanos interprets and acts on the feelings he views as love something we deem acceptable as a society at large?” To which the answer is a resounding “FUCK NO”. Because ultimately all of this is to say that it doesn’t matter whether you view an abuser as capable of love or not, they’re still an abuser at the end of the day and love doesn’t change that. Thanos might feel something akin to love for Gamora but to anyone else that means NOTHING because he’s abusive regardless of his affection for her. The absence of love isn’t what makes abuse. Abuse is.
Galaxy brain: Gamora loved Nebula and is the one who actually made a sacrifice.
FUCKING THIS OKAY
On EVERY LEVEL
As an abuse survivor
ALL OF THIS
Not all abusers are actively trying to be hateful
Some abusers really do think they “Love” the people they are abusing
It doesn’t stop the abuse being abuse
Abuse is abuse regardless of whatever reason the abuser is doing it. It doesn’t matter if they think they have a good reason for their abuse. Their still an abusive piece of shit
One thing I liked about Infinity War is that at no point does Gamora ever forgive or give a shit about Thanos’s bullshit
She doesn’t care that this fucking monster has had his “feelings” hurt that she doesn’t love him.
She openly despises Thanos and tries to murder him twice
And would literally rather be dead than do anything to help him
Gamora does not owe Thanos forgiveness or understanding or love or anything just because of his feelings
Thanos is a genocidal sack of shit and he deserves Gamora’s hatred and loathing
when we were babies my dad was a stay-at-home dad while my mom kicked ass in the courtroom but he would carry my twin brother and me around with one baby on the front and one on his back in backpacks
and women would come up and look at how cute i was and coo over me and be like “awww how cute wow”
and my dad would be like, “YOU KNOW WHAT’S CUTER THAN ONE BABY”
and then he’d spin around
and BAM
there was my brother
happy father’s day to my dad, who remains, to this day, blissfully unaware of this post