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womenstruation · 14 days

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One of the biggest ways young girls are exploited in the global South is via the “house girl” culture. I’m speaking on how it works in Nigeria as that is my experience but I know it happens all around the world.

“House girls” are domestic servants, usually late teens though I have seen girls as young as six or seven, employed by middle and upper class families. They do everything from cooking and cleaning to caring for the elderly and young children and get very little wages. Most times these girls never see a penny of their wages- it’s all sent to their families. In Nigeria, these girls tend to come from very impoverished families living in border towns and often times do not speak the language before being sent to these families that exploit them.

Due to their young age, lack of any family nearby or money, poor education, and Nigeria’s legal system, these girls are overwhelmingly subject to sexual abuse at the hands of their male employers. In fact there is a common trope in media of the “husband cheating with the house girl and replacing the “madam” of the house. And when these men impregnate these girls, they are sent back to their villages in shame while the cycle continues.

They also face lots of other abuse. One of my mother’s friends was a “house girl” in the 70s when she was just thirteen and she was only given mouldy food and left overs to eat for most of her childhood. she once told me of a time where she was so thirsty, she drank the dirty water her abusers had used to wash their hands. I have also seen “house girls” physically beaten by their abusers and subject to horrific punishments- once as a child I saw a very young girl forced to ride in the boot of a car while all the employers children threw their imported backpacks at her.

There have also been situations in which families immigrate and arrange to bring their house girls with them. They continue to abuse them and when these girls manage to break free, they face deportation and further exploitation.

Of course such experiences are usually less common but the hiring of house girls is not viewed as the exploitation it is. Some people, my parents included, seem to view themselves as saving these girls from their lives in the village where they would get married young and live in poverty with lots of children. But how is it saving them to deprive them of education and enslave them? It is said that it is easy to recognise a house girl: shaven heads, old and dirty clothes and a scarily small stature. They look nothing like girls who have been saved.

#radblr #radfem #feminism #radical feminist #radical feminists do interact #radical feminism #radfems please interact #radical feminist safe #this is one of the biggest arguments I have with my mother #she agrees with a lot of rad fem principles but refuses to see this as the slavery that it is #these girls are robbed of futures exploited by their parents and their supposed employers #I often ask my mum that if their life is not bad would she want the same for us #and we all know the answer to that

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yesokayiknow · 5 months

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also i can't believe fifteen physically took half of his clothes and fourteen STILL didn't change his suit. how about after getting actual therapy you do some retail therapy next

#doctor who spoilers #doctor who #the doctor #fourteen #one day he's like fine. you can take me shopping #and rose thru tears is like THANK YOU #and they go round all the charity shops and she embroiders some cool patterns and adds some patches and pins on his jackets #she stands next to kate at a party and is like i know you're my mum's boss but can you please stop letting your twin assistants come here #they keep swapping clothes with the doctor and it looks awful literally every time #and kate's like no.

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glassrooibos · 6 months

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Look I can’t draw stoats ok IM SORRY OK I still love them

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #ANOTHER BANGER OF A SEASON FOLKS #I love every SINGLE THING #THE siblings the sisters the mother daughter the generation trauma #the awkward uncle the terrible kids #the FAMILY. DYNAMIC.#THEYRE all nailing it #how’s it gonna end though #HOW.#IM so excited.#I tried to draw them as actual stoats and it was fucked so forgive me #I hit them with more human radiation ok #that’s what this is #the blue did this #tell me all your thoughts please #mum Brennan?#ok sorry #goodbye

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loopyarts · 2 months

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An illustration of Sora with her beloved children helping them out with a difficult part in the game.

About roughly a month and a week ago me and art pals @pharaohzeth and @middlenightsun did another art train together and we used the same reference photo and it was perfect for a drawing with Sora together with her beloved children. Although, I did do a sketch for the art train in that month, but I had only just now finally got around to finishing my piece on it. :3c Me always being the last one to finish will probably never change ha ha. XD

#one piece #vinsmoke sora #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke siblings #digital illustration #germa 66 #my art #He he I hope people will see the little details and references I put into the piece #Hmm a somewhat modern vinsmoke au yeah let’s go with that #vinsmoke sanji #Sora being a gamer mama yes please he he Niji takes after his mum in being pretty good at games :3c

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fangirl-k8ee-ladyknight · 4 months

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Is there/could there be a fic where

1) Roy takes the yoga mums to the charity gala after he’s been promoted to gaffer and just tells them it’s a work thing that he thinks they’ll have fun at and he buys them all glorious outfits and gets them a limo, the whole nine, and all they have to do is bid on Jamie for him.

2) Roy asks Jamie “do you trust me? Then have fun. Peacock. Pull an audible and tell the bidder they can pick the date. Enjoy your prick self.”

3) the mums buy his date and tell him he needs to wear clothes he can be *flexible* in and roy just tells Jamie to go with it.

4) date is just regular yoga night with Roy and the mums with wine (that Roy lets Jamie have TWO glasses of) and reality tv show watching and boy problem bitching and he has an absolute blast.

5) the mums “misunderstand” and make comments about how cute a couple they’d make all night.

Either pre-relationship or getting together.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #Jamie Tartt #Roy Kent #Jamie tartt/roy Kent #Jamie fucking tartt #Roy fucking Kent #Roy x Jamie #fan fic #fan fic prompt #throw in some teddependent to be cheeky #yoga mums #Roy spoils the people he loves #Roy looks out for the people he loves #yoga mums still remain oblivious to Roy Kent being a footballer #yoga mums only know Jamie tartt from lust conquers all #Jamie joins the weekly yoga group #please direct me to this fic #I’m begging

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octocchino · 10 months

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #deuces mum is so hot please im so gay #call me mx spade i love women

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truths33k3r4 · 9 days

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Hey everyone! :) Sooo I don’t usually do this, but I thought it would be a fun thing to try for Mothers Day. :)

In the comments below, ( or reblog this and write a new post), tell me your favorite story of your mum. :) It could be when she was a kid, a teenager, or even more recent as a mother now! I think it’s important to remember the lives of our mums, past and present. :)

I suppose I’ll start~

My Mum loves to read. And ever since I can remember, she would always pull me and my sisters into the living room as kids, ( and even as adults now), and she would read to us. Narnia, In Freedoms Cause, Aesops Fables, Brothers Grimm, and many more! In her spare time she loves to garden, as well as take long walks in the fresh air. She’s also begun learning to knit!

Alright now it’s your guys’ turns! :)

~ Melissa

#mother’s day #please share a little about your mum!#story time!!

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filibusterfrog · 11 months

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sorry ive been gone for so longh. its the old man yaoi again

#hi grandma and mum please dont ask me questions about this post thank you xx

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ollylotl · 21 days

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a dream of home

#be warned i felt like yapping in the notes and by god thats what i did #i loooove making messy drawings like this actually. i love colouring and making finished pieces but #i only have the patience to do it every so often. clean lines and detailed colours are <3 but they cause me psychic damage #so its nice to just be able to sketch and only clean it up a little and then go fuck it. colours time #i did not want to make vyncents mum blonde even tho thats what they say in canon. theres no way. it just doesnt feel like it fits #i tried to make her hair a pale purple turning to blonde-ish at the ends instead but the lighting just completely washed that out lol #my artwork #jrwi vyncent #jrwi #jrwi vyncent sol #jrwi anna #jrwi anna sol #anyway. bizly bizly channel. condi condifiction. *slides you a twenty dollar note* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #tell us more about fauna and vyncents childhood #im on the floor sobbing and begging #i need lore not thats not just haha rpg as much as i love those bits #tell me everything.#jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi fanart #vyncent sol #jrwi fauna #jrwi pd fanart #pd fanart #prime defenders #prime defenders fanart #i fear i may hate this drawing upon waking up #but as the old saying goes #fuck it we ball

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expectiations · 5 months

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Karen providing us with fresh hot Kingston content in the year of our Lord 2023

#karen is a godsend #more kingston content please #karen gillan #alex kingston #the amount of people in the comment section of this tiktok post who actually genuinely thought Alex ('oh that lovely lady from ER!') is #Karen's mum will never not be comically hilarious to me #it doesn't seem like an inside joke but when you meet a non-Whovian you appreciate it all the more

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 9 months

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Miles Kane talking to his mum on the phone after meeting his childhood hero Roberto Baggio ⚽️♥️

#miles kane #HE IS SO CUTE #IT'S ILLEGAL #I can't deal with him💔#sweet sweet turtle man #please my heart is overflowing 😭#I love him so frikkin much help #it's not healthy #his childlike enthusiasm #he is so pure #I hope he always stays this way #it's beautiful and he deserves the whole entire world #I'm so glad this was such an amazing experience for him 😭#also miles fanboying to his mum about meeting baggio is actually a LOT like me fangirling to my mum about meeting miles #I hope he knows how much other people love him and look up to him as well 🥺

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cheeriochat · 28 days

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Hmmmm DMC headcannons 3!!!!

This one's a bit wordy

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• Dante and Vergil are the type of twins that when they are close by, are touching in any way possible. Sitting together? Dante is leaning on Vergil. Standing together? Vergil has his arm resting on Dantes shoulder. Walking together? They keep bashing into eachothers side. They can spend time apart (obviously) but when they are close there is always some form of contact.

• Nero felt phantom pains where his hand used to be, but when his arm grew back they kind of just became ordinary pains. He wasn't sure if it was a side affect of growing a whole ass arm back or something but he was happy when they went away.

• I kind of think Kyrie would have depression. I mean she went through a lot and lost her parents and brother but she lived, so I feel like she would have survivors guilt but due to constantly being busy she wouldn't really have the time to process it. It's a sad headcannon but I feel like it just seems right :(((

• On a bit of a lighter note, I feel like Kyrie would have a good support system though. I mean she has Nero obviously, but also I think she would have Lady, Trish and Dante there for her and eventually Vergil too.

• Talking about Trish, Lady and Dante. I feel like Lady and Trish would go shopping Bayonetta 2 style, and have Dante carry all their stuff around. (He gets compensated for his work when they stop at a Cafe and he gets a parfait, although he doesnt mind helping his friends)

• Nero has a huge sweet tooth, but because of the kids, he can't keep anything to satisfy his need for sugar around long enough. Vergil likes to buy him sweet stuff though as a form of peace offering. He's found Nero likes Lemon Sherbets, Sour patch kids, and controversially, Liquorice.

• Vergil likes Hotpot and Shabu Shabu. I don't know, I just feel this in my soul.

• Dante is jealous that Vergil gets a tail and he doesn't. Vergil is jealous Dante's horns are fancier than his. They are both content with the wings that they have. (Also vergil has long skinny fangs with sharp teeth and Dante has wider, stubbier (but still as equally sharp) fangs with more "human" teeth)

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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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i would LOVE to see what you do with “when will you learn?” for the prompt drabbles MWAH

All Rebecca had texted her mother that morning was, "Hope things are well [heart emoji]."

And then this shit.

"Again?! Mother, that's the third time this month."

"You know your father. He just gets a bit whimsical when things are going well."

"No. He's trying to buy you back. That's what he's doing."

"Well, they've all been lovely gifts!"

"Of course they are, mother. Because he's a miserable, shriveled up cock who thinks he can buy your affections because you let him get away with it."

"I'm not naive, Rebecca. I know exactly what kind of man your father is. You're the one who seems to need the reminder. Honestly, Sausage, when will you learn?"

"Argh!" Rebecca smashed at the middle finger emoji, the frustration only growing when she hit a pink heart instead and her handbag slipped out of her arms. "Shit!"

"Um. Everything alright?"

Rebecca swiveled on her heels; her coat slipped off, fluttering to the ground to join her handbag.

Standing next to his car, Jamie Tartt watched wide-eyed as his boss made a silly little fool of herself.

Perfect.

"Here, I can get that for you," he offered, already jogging towards her before she could respond.

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Jamie. Sorry, this whole morning has been a disaster."

"Not a problem," he insisted. He picked up her coat and, in an oddly solicitous gesture, gave it a little shake before holding it and her handbag out towards her with a formal, "Here you go, Ms. Welton."

"Rebecca, please," Rebecca corrected out of habit. She shuffled the items in her arm, trying to figure out how to free a hand. She had her keys, her scarf, a briefcase-styled handbag that she hadn't had the time to swap out that morning but that didn't work with the outfit she had on, her gym bag because Keeley insisted they move Pilates to after lunch this week, a to-go cup she'd impulsively asked the driver to stop for-

Her phone dinged. She jumped, nearly dropping the whole lot of it on the ground. "Shit."

"Do you need to get that?" asked Jamie. As if anticipating standing in for her coatrack, he carefully clutched her coat and the handbag that did work with her outfit against his chest. It did not match his iconography at all.

Rebecca waved him off. Flicking her phone over to silent, she complained, "No, no. My mother's just lost her fucking mind this morning."

She attempted to juggle everything again. Eventually, she noticed the silence. When she looked up, she found him staring at her uncomprehendingly.

The thing was that between Keeley's love of girl talk and the promotional materials Jamie regularly did for the club, Rebecca had an entire encyclopedia of knowledge about him stored in her head that she'd never even asked for. Jamie Tartt. Richmond's newly returned striker. Debuted at eighteen. Preferred whites over reds, evening showers, and knew a surprising amount about high-end cars. He also, somehow, regretted none of his tattoos.

It just felt like she already knew him.

Meanwhile back in reality, they'd only spoken a handful of times, and most of that had been contract negotiations and welcome schmoozing.

Probably not a good icebreaker then- maligning one's own mother at half-eight in the morning.

"Not that I speak to her like that," said Rebecca, the need to defend herself overriding any foot-to-mouth filters. "She's just been going through a rough patch with my father, and I think she's being stupid."

Well done, Stinky.

"Right. Um." He opened his mouth. Closed it. Held his arms out and asked, "Do you want help carrying all this in then?"

Gratitude filled her chest at the change of subject.

"Yes. That would be lovely, thank you."

Jamie smiled, lips and opinions kept tightly to himself. He popped off ahead of her to grab the door. With one more glance down at her phone, Rebecca found that at least one heart had flung free, sailing itself into her mother's waiting arms.

Her mum had sent one back in return.

The walk up to her office passed in relatively painless silence. She'd always assumed -- from the everything she knew about him -- that Jamie would be more of a talker. But then in the handful of months since he'd returned to Richmond on a permanent basis, he'd made himself eager to please and keen not to make waves with anyone whose name wasn't Roy Kent.

This was bad news for Rebecca, who personally could have used a small wake to clear the embarrassment lingering in the air. Where was Ted when you needed him?

Driven by mad compulsion and lack of Lasso, she found herself volunteering, "Really, I normally get on with my mother."

"It's alright, Ms. Welton. You don't have to explain anything to me," he answered. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Then with a small grin, his eyes flicked towards her. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be judged on how I talk to my parents either. Doesn't make sense to judge anybody else on how they talk to theirs, you know?"

"Ooh, I like that. That's practically wisdom." She offered him her own commiserating smile. "I take it you don't get on with yours?"

Jamie shifted like he was about to put his hands in his pockets, only to remember at the last moment that he was actively carrying stuff. He settled for a half-hearted shrug. "I do with my mum, yeah. When I see her, that is."

"Does she live in Manchester?"

Jamie snorted. His eyes lit up. "Always. She'll never move either. Won't even let me buy her a new house or nothing. I tried to surprise her with a new car a while ago, and she asked me how I thought I'd be getting back to London with two cars."

"She sounds like a firecracker."

A fond smile broke out across his face, only to be reeled back in, dulled down into something wistful. "Yeah. She- yeah, she's great."

Without any flourish, he stepped ahead to open a door for her. She could see what Keeley meant when she described him as 'thoughtlessly sweet.' When he wasn't trying to push people's buttons, he was easy to like.

Not that he'd ever tried to push hers. Oh, no- she just hadn't liked him because Rupert had liked him.

Her heart stirred. That kind of behaviour she wasn't proud of anymore.

Pushing down the emotion knotting in her throat, she asked, "Does she have any plans to come see you play at any of our upcoming matches?"

"Nah," Jamie huffed. "No plans for any upcoming matches, no."

"Well then perhaps you should invite her." When he turned towards her with a question written in his furrowed, handsome face, she elaborated, "You know we always have spare tickets set aside for friends and family."

"I do know that, yeah." His eyes darted away from her. Some of the excitement faded from his expression. "Really, I appreciate the offer, but she doesn't come out to my games in Manchester either. She's good with catching me on TV when she can."

All signs indicated that she had hit a sore spot. She shouldn't interfere. Really, that would be the height of hypocrisy- her telling anyone what they should or shouldn't do about their parents. But with her hand gripped tight around the heart in her phone-

She was trying to do better.

Her mother had chosen gladly to stay in the ivory tower her father built. Rebecca might not be able to talk her into coming down, but perhaps she could convince Jamie not to leave closed a door that served him better open.

So she pressed, "How about you invite her to our semifinal match at Wembley?"

He froze up next to her.

"I know that we're playing against your old club, but really, it's a huge accomplishment for the team to have made it this far, and we wouldn't have done it without you," she told him bluntly. His ears caught pink. Emboldened, she continued, "And even if she doesn't care for football, I'm sure she'd love to see you. You can make a special occasion of it. Treat her to a night in London. I know two weeks is rather short notice, but I'm sure Higgins can help arrange some wonderful accommodations-"

"That's not going to happen," he cut her off sharply.

No. No, it wasn't a door at all. Rebecca knew that icy chill. For more than five years, she'd wake to find it haunting the cracks of her reflection in the mirror. Attention focused his straight ahead, not from awkwardness at the situation but in pure dismissal. Every one of Jamie's expressive features was schooled in position of bland indifference, a perfectly sculpted shell made out of a person.

Tower or not, he dawned his armour all the same.

"My apologies," she spoke softly. "I shouldn't have pushed."

They continued their walk up the stairs in silence.

When they arrived, he held up her coat and bag and asked in a nonchalant tone that bordered on boredom, "So where do you want these, then?"

It was exactly the attitude she'd expected from him at the start. Disappointment crawled into her chest and made a home.

"Right there on the tree by the door is fine," she sighed.

His brow furrowed. "Right there by the what- woah." He took a step back, eyeing her coat rack tree up and down appraisingly. "Nice. That's fucking mint, that is. You've got good taste."

A sharp laugh escaped her. "Why thank you. I happen to think so as well."

He hung her bag up. Then, gingerly, he arranged her coat on the other, smoothing out any wrinkles.

Guilt and care made for a strong mix at half eight in the morning. It would take a crueler person than her to leave things on such a sour note when he'd been nothing but darling company before she opened her mouth.

Willing to make a fool of herself one more time, Rebecca called out before he could leave- "Jamie."

He halted, already halfway out the door.

"I- apologise, if my earlier remark made you uncomfortable. I truly didn't mean for it. I only meant to say that-"

She took a step towards him. He stepped back, one foot out of the office.

Her heart felt positively chilled.

"The door is always open," she finished, defeat numbing her ears to her own pitch. Nonetheless, she perserved, determined to say her part even if the wind stole it away. "If you ever do change your mind, talk to Higgins. He'll see to it that she's treated like a VIP. Anyone important to you is important to this club."

A shadow crossed over his face; some dark presence moving in the tower just out of sight.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said cautiously. Then, as simple as snapping his fingers, he closed back up. The armour latched shut, and in it's place was the usual cocky arrogance -- the one she found herself growing reluctantly fond towards. He gave her a wave. "Thanks, Ms. Welton. You've been a help."

She frowned. Gathering the only name she'd never shared with disappointment to her chest, she shouted after him, "It's Rebecca!"

He was already gone, the sound of his footsteps on the stairs the only response.

#please someone take this away from me #I started this before I got sick and since then I don't know if I've recovered enough to word correctly #anyways #here's wonderwall #and by wonderwall I mean #Rebecca and Jamie have a brief discussion about mums #(while dads linger in the shadows)#rebecca welton #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #writing prompt #technically #whump prompt #thought nothing super whumpy came from it #whoops

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