#24/7 baby machine so he can live out his picket fence dream

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Okay, so I remembered my pet peeve in the Sanctuary fandom, bear with me.

Ashley.

More accurately, how multiple fics, especially older ones, set her up as a vessel for Helen's future. The mother of the people that will keep Helen company through the upcoming years, once she's gone.

But to me, that diminishes Ashley's role in Helen's life.

Helen didn't freeze Ashley's embryo to preserve potential future generations. She froze Ashley's embryo to keep her safe from John when he was the Ripper, and probably because being a single mother with a bastard child at the time would have made both their lives even harder.

She did say that she finally carried Ashley's embryo to term because she couldn't bear the loneliness any longer, but that was a child that she already had. A child that she had been waiting to have. A child that she already cared about so much that she had gone to massive lengths to keep her safe.

There are stories out there that have Ashley being able to provide Helen with on-going generations of family pointed out when Ashley is just a few hours old. Or talk about how Helen was mourning the loss of future generations along with Ashley.

And, honestly? That annoys the hell out of me.

Reducing Ashley to a baby-machine. Reducing her worth to the children she can produce for Helen.

That view also diminishes Helen, I think, but mostly Ashley.

Ashley is her own person. Yes, she grew up in a strange world and was born to an immortal mother who loved her desperately and lost so many people before she came along and would one day lose her.

Expecting her to have children without considering her desires is bad enough, expecting her to have children for Helen's sake is even worse.

Ashley is a person that was wanted, a potential that already existed that Helen wanted to protect.

Any children Ashley might have borne were not stolen from Helen and I don't think Helen herself ever placed her happiness and hope in the idea of future generations. She told Ashley she was her life. Not once did she ever place expectations for continuation on Ashley.

Ashley was the person she loved. Ashley was the person that she lost.

Helen was not mourning her future descendants when she lost Ashley, she was mourning Ashley.

Reducing Ashley in Helen's life as a vessel for future generations so she won't be lonely diminishes both their characters and their relationship with each other.

Thank you for coming to my vent Ted talk.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

labour by paris paloma is THE vikings women theme song

[rachel-bloom]

lynette scavo is my roman empire fr. this woman has gone through hell and back being tom's birthing machine having to raise 5 children, not counting tom's illegitimate child or her miscarriage, literally being held hostage while birthing her last child and barely ever getting the respect from tom and the kids she so utterly deserves

alexa play labour by paris paloma

[star-spangled-man]

sorry I can’t go out tonight, I’ll be listening to labour - the cacophony, yes it’s gonna be a whole thing

[smolvenger]

It's probably a miracle that Paris Paloma didn't release Labour until AFTER I completed my Stella Ransome fic or else I would have had it on loop while writing it

[absolutedoorknob]

Has anyone made an Alicent edit to “labor” by Paris Paloma???

[fallingforfandoms]

Vor 'n paar Stunden hab ich meinem neuen Nachbarn mit den flawless violin skills noch versichert, dass er so lang spielen kann, wie er mag, für mich wär das kein Problem.

Und jetzt haben wir Viertel vor 12 und drüben ist es ruhig und ich wollte eigentlich zu diesem Song schreiben, sing mir zu der Bridge aber stattdessen die Seele aus dem Leib, upsi, BUT IT'S SUCH A MOOD:

[green-watcher]

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

24∕7, baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour 😢

[mulderscully]

ALL DAY EVERY DAY THERAPIST MOTHER MAID NYMPTH THEN A VIRGIN NURSE THEN A SERVANT JUST AN APPENDAGE LIVE TO ATTEND HIM SO THAT HE NEVER LIFTS A FINGER!!! 24/7 BABY MACHINE SO HE CAN LIVE OUT HIS PICKET FENCE DREAMS!!! IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOR!!!

THE CAPILARRIES IN MY EYES ARE BURSTING IF OUR LOVE DIED WOULD THAT BE THE WORST THING? FOR SOMEONE I THOUGHT WAS MY SAVIOR YOU SURE DO MAKE ME DO A WHOLE LOT OF LABOR

[starartbce]

all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant just an appendage, live to attend him, so that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine, so he can live out his picket fence dreams, it's not an act of love if you make her, you make me do too much labour.

[balkanradfem]

A friend sent me this and it's been on repeat in my head ever since! Women angrily sing about the amount of labour they've been forced to do for m*n and how sick and tired they are of it.

(click for lyrics)

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour

Why are you hangin' on So tight To the rope that I'm hangin' from Off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) Carefully timed it So let me go And dive into the waves below

[Pre-Chorus] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture From the head of your high table Who fetches the water From the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again To feel your words and their sharp sting? And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired

[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour

[Verse 2] Apologies from my tongue Never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup And stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) And weaponise The false incompetence It's dominance under guise

[Pre-Chorus] If we had a daughter I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture From the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her She'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run So I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try

[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour

[Bridge] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour

[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 baby machine) If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour

[funkyyylizard]

"24/7 baby machine. so he can live out his picket-fence dreams" on a constant loop whenever i think abt her

[its-kapi-wara]

"All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid"

"Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant"

"Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger"

"24/7 baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams"

"It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour"

[nat-es]

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour

the above lyrics of "labour" by Paris Paloma are hidden in the drawing