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.
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THE WAY IT JUST KEEPS ON GETTING WORSE LMAO…….. me when I was fresh faced and healthy: this is great and all but have we tried being anorexic for 3 years and then getting cystic acne…? let’s do that actually
I want to…. kill everyone? especially my dermatologist who just keeps saying “adapalene” over and over again despite it never working. finally she just gave me Metronidazole which is a… rosacea cream…. okay I guess…
FUCKING NEXPLANON RUINED ME… OR MAYBE IT WAS ALWAYS DESTINED TO BE THIS WAY. CAN’T SEEM TO GET MY WEIGHT UP PAST 96 WHICH IS PISSING ME TF OFF.
I just want to look………… normal……….. and not weirdly skinny and all pimply and weird….. I want to have me a freaking glow up. I’M 25 NOW, JESUS. You’d think I could at least be 100 pounds and not covered in lesions by this age. I think I’ll try to take my spiro again and just deal with the horrible woozy feeling. I’ve already been off of birth control for almost 8 months now and it hasn’t gotten even a LITTLE bit better so I guess it’s just……… like this now lel…… DRASTIC MEASURES MUST BE TAKEN????
BLOOD SACRIFICES….. GOAT HEAD ON A PIKE…….SELLING MY SOUL TO GET HOT THIS YEAR!!!!!!!!
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A little comedy drabble for @kyanako5972 in return for their very impressive musical skills! (The Jailbreak mix wouldn't have fit together without ya👍) Fuuta gets his hands on some slime... They've done some art for it here :3
[I couldn't think of something funny enough, but insert broadway bootleg Milgram Slime Tutorial joke here]
Fuuta was open-minded. Of course he was. He was the most open-minded guy here. He knew that vengeance could come in many shapes. Sometimes it took the form of beautiful, poetic violence. Sometimes it was cutting words and a grand victory. And other times, it appeared as sticky craft slime. You just had to have an open mind to see it.
Not everyone was in as receptive of a mood.
“A-are you sure it’s not a, a toy?” Haruka asked.
“It’s not.”
“B-but,” he pointed, “it’s --”
“No! It’s a weapon.”
“I don’t know if you know what a weapon is…” Amane looked down at the table. “You couldn’t have requested something a bit more… sharp?”
“Eh!? This is a pri-son. Like they’re gonna give me something like that. I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.”
To prove his point, he picked up his creation. The color wasn’t as flashy as the others’, but it held the perfect consistency for what he needed. It had taken some time to formulate the perfect plan of attack. There were rules he had to work around, after all. (No matter how open-minded he was, rules were rules.) There was a no-violence ban. Fuuta had already tested that one -- several times, actually -- and was sure he couldn’t get around it. Their requests were monitored, and it wasn’t as if he could go and order weapons. And then, even if he did get his hands on something truly dangerous, the original ban would stop him from using it. That left him with only one option.
“It’s definitely a toy. The others are playing with it.” It was true, Haruka, Muu and Yuno had their own colorful creations. Amane herself hadn’t grabbed any, though she sat with her eyes glued hungrily on the others’ projects. Her interest in it wasn’t helping Fuuta’s case.
“Exactly, it’s the perfect disguise! They’ll never see it coming.”
“There’s nothing to see coming…”
Muu poked at hers. “Look~ Mine’s cute and pink, see? I’m even going to add some glitter when Haruka’s finished with it.”
“I-I Uh, I think I added too much… sorry…” Haruka’s slime had lost all appealing texture, turned into a clumpy, sparkling mess.
Fuuta heaved the loudest sigh he could manage, but the others continued paying him no mind. He was doing this for them, shouldn’t they care? Es had slapped Haruka during his interrogation, for god’s sake! That was child abuse! Yuno was only a year older and returned from her interrogation with complaints of violence! And Fuuta --! Well, he actually hadn’t experienced any of that, but that didn’t matter. No hero of justice would let all that go unpunished.
His moment came quicker than expected. He’d planned on ambushing Es coming in or out of their room, but they surprised everyone by coming into the common area. It was fate.
“I heard you all were playing with some crafts in here.”
Amane glanced at Fuuta. He shot her a look back that meant “don’t say a single word.” His exaggerated expression only drew Es’ attention.
“Something to say, prisoner three?”
“Yeah!” He wound up his arm.
He had an open mind, but not necessarily a quick one. With more time, he could have come up with a righteous cry, something along the lines of: “this is for Haruka and Yuno, you damned scoundrel!” Or even: “meet your judgment, tyrant!”
But as the slime came careening toward’s Es’ face, the only thing he managed was, “fuck you!”
Splat.
The common room fell silent. Fuuta froze. The slime had hit its mark perfectly. It hit Es squarely on the side of the head. It splattered onto their hat. A good deal had tangled itself in their hair. It oozed toward their shoulder, clumps falling onto the uniform. As they tried to wipe it from their face, the material clung to their gloves, getting stuck between their fingers.
Their eyes moved slowly from their ruined clothes to Fuuta’s still outstretched hand, to his face. “I see.”
They turned on their heel and left.
“That’ll teach ya!” He called out, a moment too late after they’d gone. He turned to Amane, who was watching with a mix of amusement and disappointment. “There’s no way that stuff’s washing out easy. Maybe they’ll have to put on a spare uniform in the meantime.”
“You shouldn’t have made them so mad,” she said.
“Pah! What’s the brat gonna do? Name me guilty over it?”
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actually re my "locus being a foil to wash makes no sense" post, you know who would've made an absolutely fantastic foil to wash? felix.
wash and felix are far more similar to one another than wash and locus ever were, I mean they're both charismatic extroverts who are able to make friends wherever they go (or at the very least, they're both very good at making people lower their guards so they're not perceived as threats and are able to assimilate themselves into established social circles very well) with that charismatic persona hiding the darkness and brutality that exists beneath the surface (wash's violent anger issues and inability to let things go, felix being well. you know).
I mean when felix and locus hijacked the tartarus (that's the name of the prison ship w sharkface and price right?) when locus announced it to the prisoners and all he got in response was a "and who the fuck are you?" and felix said "maybe let the people person handle this"? that whole scene felt very reminiscent of wash playing mediator between carolina and the bgc in s10, specifically that scene near the beginning where carolina is trying to get the bgc to "sync" with her and after complete silence from the bgc wash had to go "oh when she says that, just say sync" comes to mind.
and I mean you cannot convince me that tucker didn't latch onto felix like he did because he portrayed himself as the perfect mix between church's self absorbed asshole bitchy-ness and wash's snark riddled genuine care and earnesty—like come on, COME ON!!
even the fake rivalry and history between felix and locus being felix's cover story for fighting on chorus could very easily be applied to wash and his drive and desire to take down the meta and pfl back in s6 imo.
tldr; felix should've been wash's foil on chorus and locus should've been carolina's
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*places some headcannons for alejandro and graves*
-both can cook, they argue on who's on cooking duties
-phil is suprisingling the first one to wake up, while ale sleeps in
-graves can and will give out really shitty puns, because he thinks he's punny : )
-graves probably had a cactus garden or just a normal garden, because nothings better then your home grown vegetables and fruit
-graves has freckled, alejandro traces them in kisses, graves chuckled
-alejandro has the 50 step skin and hair care routine, Phil uses 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body gel, ale has shifted his attention to the diffrent bottles you can get
-both hard coffee drinkers
Maybe more on the way?
*shrugs*
*accepts the offering gently*
100% agree on the cooking. they fight for the stove
assimilating graves and freckles into my main headcanon list. how did i not think about this before.
also to my shame im a sucker for shitty puns so i wholeheartedly support this too
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