I don't know why I have to state this on tumblr of all places, like the place that converted me to feminisim and made me realise my internalised misogyny towards female characters, but mocking a female character's appearance when she has exposed skin or cleavage or is well endowed isn't as progressive as people think. Women have boobs. Some women have big boobs. You think you're just mocking a fictional character for having boobs but if you stop to think about it plenty of women in the world may choose to dress similarly because they might actually LIKE showing off their cleavage, their dobonhonkeroes if you will, like they want to feel comfortable with their bodies, express their femininity or sexuality in a way that gives them confidence. You think people put time, money and effort into cosplays because they don't want to look the character they cosplay just a little?
There's a difference between observing and critiquing character design for the obvious purpose of appealing to a certain demographic and then there's just making mocking statements about outfits and appearances that irl women find pretty and might enjoy wearing for themselves. It's not progressive to mock the fictional women for their appearance, try aiming for the actual issue of men thinking they know how to write and design their fictional women but are just horny on main instead.
The head of the house heard the clicking of pumps running towards the door as soon as she entered the mansion. Her old nanny appeared in the doorway slightly out of breath. Ioe's eyes were red as if she'd been crying recently but she still forced a smile.
"Welcome home Lissy" she mumbled, her voice stained.
The four remaining guards came like a troup, all wearing grim expressions and Lissy thought she saw tiny hands grab at the doors with the youngsters heads peeking into the entry hall, but the elderly cook shooed them away as she followed on their heels.
Seeing them all on one spot would have been a pleasant surprise if it wasn't for the tense silence in the room.
"What happened?" Feliciènne's voice was insteady, to which the smiling facade of the housemaid dropped into worry and shame.
"Nothing. We've just-..." her blue eyes swept over to Aya, but the cook shook her head, knuckles white around her wooden walking aid. Then to Fayet, who seemed a little more collected but mimicked the motion. Eventually her head sank. "It's nothing."
Feliciènne turned to the other habitats of the house, but none wanted to meet the heiress' questioning gaze. With a sigh, she gave in.
"Very well. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help with 'nothing'." She whispered and picked up the box from the expedition, passing them by to go to her chambers.
While climbing up the stairs, from the corner of her eyes, she noticed how Ra'iy put his finger to his lips pointedly, while his other clawed hand gripped Ioe by the shoulder, causing the elderly woman to flinch away in anger. But Lissy was blind enough to hope that this was just a little misunderstanding...
How to convince boyfriend to start taking dance classes with me lol. Or at the very least try it out. I need a partner and it's so hard to find male dancers here. There are like, 1 male partner/8 female partners here, and bringing my boyfriend would be an instant partner lmao.
i have my friend convinced i’m going to die in 38 days and it’s gone so far and has so many people in on it that i don’t have the heart to tell them it’s a joke bc that’s when i’m seeing mcr live
Alex Hirsch talking about why he couldn't be at The Art Department Eindhoven irl, he slipped a disc and boy did he come prepared to talk about it jdjdhshs
also an image that now exists: bill cipher breaking alex hirsch's back