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inkskinned · 7 months
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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?
i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?
a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?
in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.
girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.
there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.
for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.
something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.
is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.
most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."
a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.
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kithj · 7 months
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good games i've played on itchio lately:
please tell me you love me - chat with your guild members for the last time before the game's servers are shut down
GIRLKILLER (covet) - there is a girl who looks like you, and today you're going to kill her
cover me in leaves - stuck in your small hometown, you get your first tattoo. and then a few more, and more, and more
don't rock the boat - play through the different perspectives of a women's crew team as they are stalked by something in the water
GUTLESS - you are the captain of a deep sea vessel. your mission doesn't go well
so, about last night... - you wake up sick and weirdly hungry after hooking up with someone at a party. you spend the next night trying to find her.
close the window, my love - short bitsy poem about closing the window. sound on! this creator has a lot of short bitsy works i recommend.
there is a beautiful star - just a short, cute side scroller. lots of short, lighthearted games from them, definitely recommend for a mood booster.
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#selfie bee#good evening friends!! how are you doing! C:#I'm very very sleepy I got a new ikea office chair and I build it all myself#I think it went okay! I don't think I pulled the back screw tight enough and now the back is a bit loose#I can probably fix it but I can also ignore it for the next 18 years#thats how long the old chair held up!! in germany it could now drink vodka and drive a car!!#not at the same time that is illegal! not at the same time!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*#but the day is not over yet my uncle asked me for a big art quest and I do not want to disappoint#he wants a muppet tattoo and asked me to draw it#my uncle has started to get tattoos a few months ago#as far as I know he has now gotten 3 note clefs 3 stars a flower and multiple birds#he also started getting piercings but so far I managed not to know exactly where#I think tattoos are super cool (´。・v・。`) I wish I had a good idea for a tattoo but the last time I was very sure about getting a tattoo#it was heath ledgers face as the joker#at that point I was 12 and would not see the actual movie for two more years#a muppet tattoo is a way better idea!! he asked for the count van count! that is also one of my top 3 muppets ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡#I always thought I knew a lot about muppet lore but since I started looking up muppet pictures I think there are still a lot of secrets#can the muppets from the Sesame Street actually leave the Sesame Street?#I think Kermit is both on the Muppet Show and on Sesame Street but he is also like the boss muppet#he might have special abilities#I hope you're having a good day friends!! C:#I think I'll post a Sherlock comic later this week#miss you!! ♥♥♥
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zosanbrainrot · 4 months
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this is how I see them
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possamble · 23 days
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Needlessly close reading and long commentary on chapter 57 and how the audience actually has an extremely limited view on what Marcille has been like over the course of her life.
I am once again thinking about how pre-dungeon Marcille is so quiet and stoic that she seems like a completely different person. How jarring chapter 57 is for the audience. Like you have Marcille, who has been just the most blindingly expressive person with resting baby face
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And then the chapter drops a title page of Marcille hearing from Falin for the first time in four years and it's like.
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Who is that. Genuinely. Would you even realize that's Marcille without the context clues?
And then the chapter just keeps coming in with the sucker punches.
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We have SEEN Marcille meet strangers. It was never with this understated of a smile.
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literally who the hell is this. the few times the audience gets to see some Signature Marcille Faces that they're used to is when she finally gets to see Falin again
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when she's testing out her new spells
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(and when Laios and Falin are fantasizing about her being their damsel in distress, funnily enough)
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And then finally. Finally you get to a fully recognizable Marcille when she fucking DIES and comes back to life to geek out about necromancy.
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We know she loves magic. We know she loves Falin. So it's not so surprising that she wouldn't be able to keep a mask up when thinking or talking about the things she loves. But why the mask in the first place? Where does it come from? It's tempting to think that, maybe, Falin's departure just hurt her so much that it turned her into a quiet person.
But that's only half true. If you go back, the first instance you see of this incredibly mild personality is actually introduced much earlier, in chapter 17.
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What if she was always like that. What if her default after her father died was to hold people at arm's length, to never really emote past being polite and friendly. What if Falin was the first person who was able to bring her out of her shell, and when she left, Marcille just went back to how she was.
And when comparing her detached demeanour with someone else...
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It's not exact, but wouldn't you say there's a resemblance? Wouldn't you think she might be trying her best to imitate what she saw of her own mother working as an accomplished mage?
It would certainly explain why she's hiding behind her portrait in her nightmare, at least.
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We aren't told that Marcille has been distancing herself from everyone around her using a mature and dignified personality she modelled off her mother. But we sure as hell are shown it, I think.
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reds-skull · 9 months
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Can't believe I had to google "rare puns" for this comic
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ionomycin · 1 year
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My favorite pieces this year
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nerdpoe · 10 days
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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation. Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.
It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.
"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me." "Doing what, staying out past bedtime?" "Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"
"Another stab wound. Great." "Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-" "Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."
"My dad has better aim than that." "...Like, when he's hunting, right?" "...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"
"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!" "Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit." "Did I stutter?"
Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.
The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.
He was talking in his sleep.
"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."
Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.
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Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.
He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.
But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.
"Kid, I think we need to talk."
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cloudyydraws · 4 months
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more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away
+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut
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bizarrelittlemew · 6 months
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calling it right now that season 3 starts like this
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wasyago · 8 months
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tinkering :)
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breath-of-eternity · 2 years
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Preview: The next Interlude
The name of the city changed so often, the girl could not remember the most recent moniker, or which factions would kill you on if they heard you utter the wrong name. Names didn’t matter all that much, she knew this well. The important part was what it meant, and to her, it was places to hide and food to steal.
She dressed in rags she scrounged from clothes lines, and dragged her leg behind her so people would not take her for a threat, but her eyes remained sharp. A woman walked briskly down the street, and the girl picked up speed to fall in pace beside her. Her tiny hand slipped under the woman’s coat to find a purse and a ring. In a heartbeat, she slipped the ring over her thumb and returned to gimping along.
Once she turned the corner, the girl ran across the street and into an alley. At the dead end, she hopped up onto the waste bin and boosted herself into the upper window. Once this place had been a bakery, but a storm had caved in half the roof and the owner vanished rather than invest in repairs. It had only been abandoned for a few months, since it happened right after the girl came to this district. Things decayed quickly here.
“What you got today, girlie?” Harrow asked. Short, wiry, with a heavy brow that made them look permanently angry. You could say they owned the building now, since they were the one who decided who got to stay there at night. The girl dropped a coin in their hand—copper, but all she’d been able to snatch that day—and took out a tart from the folds of her coat.
Harrow looked at the meager offerings. “You probably kept all the good stuff for yourself.”
“Alls I have is another tart,” the girl said. She bent down and took out a piece of flint. “Also got this, but I need it.”
“Hand it over.”
Harrow was bigger than her and missing most of their teeth—from fights, they boasted, rather than rot. The girl sulked, but handed over the flint. She had to look as disgusted as possible, and not break eye contact for a minute, otherwise they’d search her and find the ring. They wouldn’t ban her permanently, just beat the shit out of her until she lost a few teeth of her own.
“Better bring me something better tomorrow,” Harrow said.
“But—”
“I ain’t being a dick to ya, it’s just the way it is. More people want to hide out here, and they gots better stuff. I’m only letting you stay here tonight ‘cause you’re a regular, but here on out, get me silver or better and some decent food.”
“There is no decent food,” she said.
“No fucking shit, girlie,” they said, their voice rough. One of their lackeys called to them, and when they turned their head, the girl got a good look at the slice running down their cheek. They won the fight to keep control of the bakery, at least for now.
With their attention off her, the girl retreated to the section of the bakery she thought of as hers. A board leaned against the wall like a tent, and she crawled under and took out the remaining tart. It was mashed and covered in wool, and she ate it in three big bites in case anyone had any ideas about taking it from her.
There were a lot more kids in here than usual, some older, most younger because Harrow could control them easier, and almost none known to her.
“Psst! Selise!”
Selise looked over, cradling an arm studded in bruises. The girl thought they were the same age, but what age that was, she couldn’t guess. She’d been on the streets since the orphanage was shut down, so about five years, and she didn’t think she was older than seven or eight when that happened. But who the hell knew? Not her, that was for sure.
“What’s with all these people?” the girl asked.
“Lot’s a people coming in lately,” Selise said. “Army’s been rounding people up to join.”
“Makes no sense. There’s not a war going on. Is there?”
Selise shrugged. “I heard some men talking about the Holy Order recruiting the best people with promises of food and money and shit, and lots a people are going for it.”
“I’d go for it. Think it’s true?”
“Doesn’t seem like it, but maybe.”
She didn’t sound much like she believed it. The girl lay down and tucked her arm under her head to catch some sleep.
Then, smooth nothingness as sleep took over. She was awake before she was aware of it, smoke making her eyes water, and when she checked for Selise, the other girl was gone. The girl jumped to her feet and ran for the window, but the smoke thickened and her foot hit something heavy but yielding. She crashed onto the ground and pushed herself up, checking to make sure the ring was still where she tucked it.
There was a groan and the girl reached back, hands running over fabric until she found a meaty face. Her hand came back tacky with blood, and then came the screams.
The girl reached under whoever it was and yanked, but they weighed as much as ten sacks of potatoes. Harrow, she thought, and she dragged them through the smoke to the window. Her lungs burned and she had to pause, but it didn’t help. She yanked her ragged shirt over her nose and felt for Harrow’s face. When she found it, she slapped them twice, until their gurgles turned to curses.
“Wha fuck?” “Climb!” the girl screamed. “They’re smoking us out!”
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ningadudexx · 26 days
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A buncha stuff from march i forgor to post 😿😿
extra doodles ( ; *_* )_/🍲
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keymintt · 2 years
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cycles, and the wheels that turn them
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hydrachea · 3 months
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Do you think god lives in fear of what they've created.
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personishfive · 10 months
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in which akechi attempts to locate the silverware
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