#{ she is PISSED }

[animatronic-assistant]

More Seren

I have been cooking.

She is in the middle of chasing down a certain Countess. Any and all threats to her Lords and Lady are dealt with swiftly. The Countess shouldn't have tried to drug Lord Persephe. Ambrose is going to eat good tonight.

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[sea-lanterns]

NO BECAUSE NAVIA'S UMBRELLA THAT SHE ALWAYS HAS IN HER IDLE POSE IS DEADASS CALLED HER "GUNBRELLA" SO SHE REALLY COULD'VE SHOT LAVENDER EMILIE IN BROAD DAYLIGHT THEN USED HER GUNBRELLA TO SHIELD HERSELF FROM THE SHADE AS SHE WENT ON WITH HER DAY

LAVENDER EMILIE FOUND DEAD FLOATING IN FONTAINE’S WATER. WHO IS THE CULPRIT? THE SPINDA DI ROSULA IS ON THE CASE!

And…the Spina Di Rosula is also the one to blame 👀 corrupted organization anyone? Navia has a very good cover up story and reputation to commit a murder like this. Shes never gonna get caught at this rate 😨

[toxicnotebook]

Fran Drescher's full speech annoucing the SAG-AFTRA strike

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gabriel: (shows Cataclysm) I’m dying nathalie. So I can’t go back so easily.

Nathalie:(sarcasm) Oh geez well that changes everything? It’s not like your wife and I aren’t dying slow and painful deaths while you frolick with butterflies. I guess this means I will forgive you for messing up the only true way to fix everything!

Gabriel: Are you being se…

Nathalie:(Sarcasm) nothing escapes your notice.

[hoarding-stories]

This is as worked up as I've seen Ashley about her rolls

[somethings-diner]

My Lady, the others were harming the Pit and Dark Pit's wings

The wings are quite possibly the most sensitive part of angel's body...and also the part they tend to be most proud of, like humans with hair or clothes. Did they know this?

[yelenapines]

i love being the zoom host

[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

Phsyce be barking rn

A quick redraw of a “Cupid Finding Psyche Asleep by a Fountain” painting into something silly.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

@risingshine continued from here

"Oh--!"

Grinning, Maria tangled her fingers in his hair, tilting her head to let him ravish her neck as she wrapped one leg around his waist. "Oh, Simon, lower~"

...Then he abruptly set her back down. Bewildered, she watched him turn and walk off as if he'd just gone to get the newspaper.

"What are you doing?!" she cried after him. "Are you kidding me?!"

[echoofyourvoice]

this is one of my favorite pieces of dialogue in this game tbh. not sure why exactly, just hits the right button i guess

[kingzombear]

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND 🐊

holy shit that ep was so fuckin gooooood, doin some Pomni doodles rn but here, have a King

[ququoquaw]

i can feel the anger all the way over here

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[chbgigi1]

they survived because aphrodite could not let this be their last words to each other

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.