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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thinking about how gorgug learned to play drums on a whim and became one of the staple-members of a band he formed with his best friend that became wildly popular and toured all over the country........and how porter still doubts his ability to devote himself to more than one thing at a time and succeed at it
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soooo i've been real busy this past month and change working on this monster of a painting! it was originally for the GO Ref library study club but clearly took much longer than i anticipated😅
for those of you who don't recognize it, this is based on one of my favorite historical paintings, Judith Beheading Holofernes (1620) by Artemisia Gentileschi. i love the Baroque period and this painting (as well as her other works) makes me insane. here it is Good Omens style so maybe all of you can be insane with me <3
"Aziraphale (and Crowley) Beheading the Metatron"
(non-bloody and non-glowy versions under the cut)
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some sketchy hildy art bc . i would do anything for her <3
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seems like everybody’s talking abt the parallels btwn lucy gray & katniss or even katniss & sejanus or peeta & lucy gray or gale & coriolanus but EYE am interested in the fact that coriolanus and peeta are opposite ends of the same spectrum 🙏 you’ve got 2 blond men who have lived in poverty & impending death looming over their shoulders, who are so so so charismatic and charming (performers!) to where it’s just manipulation at times, who love a tribute girl from district 12 and risked so much for her … but they couldn’t be any more different. coriolanus charms his way through the capitol to keep the snow image pristine, to keep control over everything. peeta charms his way through the capitol for KATNISS. coriolanus’ love is rooted in possession while peeta’s is rooted in freedom ‼️
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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.
one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.
i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.
the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.
my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.
i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.
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I feel like Wriothesley can’t handle super spicy food. Like, he has a threshold, right, which kinda stops at the barbecue sauce that he uses in his secret sauce bbq ribs. That one’s fine. That he can handle, because it’s barbecue sauce and not just, like, chili sauce or something. But make him eat something that’s actually spicy? Like have him eating a teaspoon of hot sauce or try feeding him a dish from Liyue that has Jueyun Peppers has an ingredient and this man will fold.
Wrio’ll see his life flash before his eyes, he’ll be fighting for his damn life rolling on the floor and coughing his lungs out every few seconds after just a bite. He’ll be punching the air, pacing in circles, sweating buckets, red in the face. He can barely fucking speak. Damn near collapses if you gave him the spicy stuff that sticks on your tongue and doesn’t let go, too.
And the Motherfucker keeps insisting that he’s fine— as if he’s not hunched over, hands braced on his knees, clearly about to fucking collapse. The idiot still has the gall to say ‘no, I can finish it babe. I can do it I can eat it what are you talking about it’s just a little spice it’s not that much trust me babe.’ Even takes another bite, just to prove a point, and you’d laugh at the face he makes if he didn’t have literal tears in his eyes from the spice. Have mercy on him and give him some milk tea or something, please.
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@neil-gaiman !!!!!! love ur characters to death (they r already dead)
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