I love them so much and I hate everything. I want to burn it all down. I hate that they are going. I know they were always going to, I know they chose to, but I want to annihilate everything and everybody responsible for taking them away from me.
I've read their letters, smiled at their photo dumps, raged at their Wlives. It's not okay. All of this is fucked up.
I know that in the middle of all of this they'll be fine.
But man...
I love them so fucking much it kills me. Also, I'm thankful. So thankful that for the last 10 years I've been part of their journey, and I intend to be for the several more decades of it. I will be here seated and cashed up for the rest of it. I'm thankful that Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jung Kook exist and are the sort of people they are. I hope they learn more about themselves, grow in resilience, intelligence and kindness. I hope their experiences there enrich their lives somehow, inspire them to express themselves creatively again, as BTS and solo artists.
I hope they work hard, stay healthy, and stay happy.
love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.
love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.
love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.
love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.
maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.
recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.
Jimmy: Basically, if someone, Lizzie, or anyone asks him (Joel) to do something and he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't do it. If I ask him to do it, like hang or something, he's always like "Yeah!! Sure let's do it man!!!" — and Lizzie always gets so annoyed? So for example if Lizzie is like, "Hey Joel! You wanna like, play some games tonight?" He goes "Aww nahh I think I got that thing I'm doing bla bla bla bla" and I'd go "Hey Joel you around tonight? wanna hang out play some games or something?" He goes "Yeah!! I think I could with you!! Sure!!!" and like, we're— *shrugs* and when I say he's my babe y'know what I'm saying? He my babe. I'm the one person in this world to convince him to do stuff and hang out. I am the secret weapon.
(Alternatively: Me, my old friend, and his 30 dollar three foot long IKEA shark)
I think Charles should have his very own Blahaj for the times when Erik isn't around. It's probably a better, softer bedmate than Erik too.
(Companion to yesterday's 'Magneto buys a Blahaj')
I am alive! Just... not that active on tumblr. I draw these to de-stress I miss GaHan so much /sigh/ Idk if my visibility here still exist or not lol it's dusted /wipes away/