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TWILIGHT (2008) | THE BEAR (2022-)
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yall do realize just because something has been a target of misogynistic criticism, that doesn't make stanning it completely uncritically in response some kind of revolutionary feminist praxis. right.
like i hate to break this to you but plenty of people who dislike taylor swift have better reasons for it than 'she's a successful woman'. plenty of people who dislike twilight aren't just jumping on a decade plus-old hate train because 'teenage girls like it'. pure personal taste aside, someone pointing out the racism in your girlboss media of choice is not the same as an incel frothing at the mouth over a woman minding her own business while having fun, and you're frankly telling on yourself if you're equating those two people
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It’s 2008, and Aziraphale has something to say.
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So I watched Twilight the other day and thought of a thing. I just think it's funny that Twilight Ed is taller than Bella meanwhile FMA Ed barely makes it to Ling's shoulder asejdfljsdlfjk
bonus:
Shout out to @bluedragonmists for her idea of the bonus comic's concept. Your humor is the best!
[Image description:
Image 1: Comic Twilight parody of Ed and Ling
In the first panel, Ed and Ling are standing in the woods. There is mist surrounding them. Ling has his fists clutched, and Ed stands behind him.
Ling frowning: I know what you are...
Ed (a close up of him yelling): Say it!
Ling turns his head back to look at Ed.
Ling: You're an alchemist!
Image 2: comic parody of the previous comic.
Ed and Ling are standing in the woods, surrounded by mist.
Ling: I know what you are...
Ed (close up): Say it!
Ling turns his head back, smiling: A microbe!
Ed is annoyed. He clutches his fists and growls.
Ed, pulling Ling by the collar: Say that again!
Ling smiles: A microbe! You fit the description too!
Ed: Holy-!
End ID]
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Was talking about saw x with a girl in class today and she's Hispanic so we were both kinda laughing/complaining about the yellow filter they always put over Mexico and south asian/middle east countries and then that one asshole dude cut in and started explaining how color grading was a very intentional choice made by the directors and how important it is to cinema (like ok. Shut up and maybe think about how hollywoods biases might affect their portrayal of certain regions because THATS what we were talking about. Not the concept of color grading) and then he got really mad at me because I was like "omg you're so right" and started waxing poetic about how the blue filter on twilight was the best example of color grading I'd ever seen in film because it perfectly encapsulates the misery of the pacific northwest
I've found the best thing to do with a guy like that is agree with them and then apply their arguments to something very much associated with women that they think is shallow (omg ur so right color grading is EVERYTHING when setting the tone and mood of movies!! They do that so well in twilight with the blue filter to show the dreariness of the pnw) so that they can't contradict you without admitting that they're full of shit but they also can't let themselves agree with what you're saying because then they look like they might believe that whatever girly thing you're talking about might have artistic merit and they start turning colors it's beautiful
People keep asking why I'm dragging the pnw like this the answer is I live here
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BOOSTING!
This is the most beautiful thing I’ve laid eyes on today
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"I said it would be better if we weren’t friends," Edward said, "not that I didn’t want to be."
"Okay, then let’s not be," I said in an uncharacteristic bout of self-preservation.
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (via underwhelmingbookquotes)
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[TW: Sexual Assault]
His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way.
I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.
Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn’t fight, didn’t feel… just waited for him to stop.
Twilight: Eclipse p. 331 (Bella and Jacob’s first kiss)
This is rape culture.
Young women are taught to think of this passage - which describes sexual assault - as erotic. Young men are taught to force their will on young women, regardless of any (non)verbal cues, because sex is conquest and women are objects - not something to be done between two consenting individuals because it’s pleasurable for both people.
The most frightening thing about this excerpt is that many survivors of sexual assault who have disclosed to me describe stories that sound exactly like this one.
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tumblr user clockward submitted this to us. read at your leisure.
Vomiting everywhere
(via arilyn-anson Well shit, i didn’t know it was this bad. Wow. (via fuckthacistem)
The lines before that:
He still had my chin—his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt—and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes. “N—-” I started to object, but it was too late.
And after he assaulted her she punched him in the face but due to his “super human strength” she broke her hand, said “Don’t touche me!” and then:
“Just let me drive you home,” Jacob insisted. Unbelievably, he had the nerve to wrap his arm around my waist.
I jerked away from him.
And then:
When he got in the driver’s side, he was whistling.
AND THEN while he was driving:
“…There is so much I can give you that he can’t. I’ll bet he couldn’t even kiss you like that—-because he would hurt you. I would never, never hurt you, Bella.”
I held up my injured hand.
He sighed. “That wasn’t my fault. You should have known better.”
And then:
He grinned over at me. “You kissed me back.”
I gasped, unthinkingly balling my hands up into fists again, hissing when my broken hand reacted.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I did not.”
“I think I can tell the difference.”
“Obviously you can’t——that was not kissing back, that was trying to get you the hell off me, you idiot.”
He laughed a low, throaty laugh. “Touchy. Almost overly defensive, I would say.”
I took a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with him; he would twist anything I said.
Then when she gets home, to where her father, Charlie, the police officer, is:
“Why did she hit you?”
“Because I kissed her,” Jacob said, unashamed.
“Good for you, kid,” Charlie congratulated him.
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I didn’t read the citation first. I read the quote. I thought I was reading a woman’s account of how she was about to be raped, not a fucking passage from a romance novel.
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what’s scary about this to me is that I remember being in middle school, reading this part, and thinking nothing of it. thinking it was a very mildly erotic scene, actually. I read it now and I’m sickened. this isn’t romance.
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