#babies take up so much space?

[rebellum]

I wonder how my perspective as someone who lives in a city with pretty good public transit influences my opinions of car-free cities.

Cause i am for walkable cities and more reliable public transit

But I also am VERY against the idea of huge swaths of the city where cars can't go.

And I was thinking like "ugh have these extreme anti-car people never had like a disabled friend or relative or have never had a grandparent or a cousin with a baby" and then I thought

Well, realistically, they have

But if they live in extremely car-centric areas, then their opinion is influenced by how they are FORCED to take cars

Whereas mine is influenced by how public transit is my default, but when my cousins with kids visit or an elderly family member is here, we choose to use cars

Like my opinion is heavily influenced by the ability of me having a choice to use cars for convenience due to a) having access to cars b) having access to good public transit

[akai-anna]

[fernhelm]

pls talk more about narcissa

welll since you asked….

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she’s her mother’s dress-up doll, she’s clytemnestra, she stabbed the dark lord in the back, she’s precise, she made an unbreakable vow to protect draco, she’s a strategist, she just wants to be left alone, she’s the ugly little duckling, she’s a lake that looks placid on the surface, but is raging underneath. if there’s one word for her, it’s bitter. she did everything she was supposed to and got fucked anyway.

narcissa in canon is defined by her role as a mother in a similar way to lily, but she is a mother who is present and therefore is able to disappoint; who sends her son sweets in the mail, but fails to protect him from joining a cult at sixteen….she is so interesting precisely because of those contradictions. she is the devoted wife & mother, ensnared by the same black family allegiances & obligations as the others, but she fights to create her own paradise within that aristocratic hellscape while still obeying its rules. she wants her cake and to eat it too. to belong to a crumbling, stifling magical dynasty and still raise a son turns out okay. her house is her domain (“this is my house, bella, you don’t give orders in my…”), it’s the small bit of power she’s carved out for herself. and you’ll have to pry it out of her cold dead hands.

my narcissa has really intense control issues. i think she has some paranoias & anxieties around eating. she likes to look impeccable so no one can sense the disaster going on inside. she enjoys the riches and prestige of being a black or a malfoy but she’d sell every piece of jewelry in her jewelry box to read a book alone by the sea…to me, she is a lesbian and she knows it, it just isn’t something she’d ever be willing to acknowledge. of everyone, she is in the most need of a rage room. imagine her in vintage dior and a black headband brutally beating the shit out of lucius’ car with a baseball bat (he cheated on her, and she wouldn’t care but he got caught and now it’s tabloid news.) after a childhood of disassociating to cope with her dysfunctional home, she has a hard time identifying her own emotions. she’s a marionette being piloted by a blonde chess prodigy in black patent leather mary janes. its like ratatouille. most of the time when she’s shaking hands and smiling serenely she’s thinking about a ballet performance or fencing or opera or wizarding history (i think she really likes history). in writing her it’s such a joy to explore who she becomes if she gets to do whatever she wants. what does she want anyway? outside of being a mother? do we know?

ALSO, something so fairytale perfect about her and her sisters…a pretty pair of three. she is the exact in-between of the two–if bella is fight and andy is flight, she’s freeze. she’s the little blonde outlier who was paraded around at parties until her face hurt from kissing cheeks. her sisters are the only ones who see through to the core of her. she needs both of them- bella as her shield and andy as her sword. when andy leaves it’s like she gets frozen in time.

my favorite pairing for her is alice, but i can accept lucissa if they’re in the background of a drarry fic. her and alice would live in a sea-side cottage in france and run a winery or something. she’s the ice queen and alice is the knight in shining armor. finally someone wants her to have every good thing she’s ever denied herself. she’s supposed to be a good little lady, and i think alice would make her want to go wild and roll around in the mud. yum.

[caimitos]

Every Day i get so mad that apple products don't have sd card slots built into them.....the enormity of your greed disgusts me

[halogalopaghost]

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Stuck on the first few eps of Farscape after finishing up Fantasy High s2 and maybe its the whole most recently consumed bias but I'm really struck by how much it feels like a dnd game??? Bunch of weird lil renegades slapped together and put in weird situations, honestly it would make a really interesting starting point for a game

Anyway John Crichton is a bard/wizard; he does a lot of persuasion as performance and that scene of him collapsing to the floor to write slingshot equations is THE most wizard shit- perhaps Artificer would be more accurate to him but it's not a class I'm familiar with.

[creaturefeaster]

to the person who wanted elliot and april hangouts. ik you said doing crimes or somth but i was thinking about pubert addams

[milomaxxy]

Fucking childfree people complaining about parents not "shutting their kids up" or staying out of public have got to be the most idiotic group I've ever seen.

Like, you do realize parents don't have 100% control over their kid(s)... especially their fucking EMOTIONS?? Right??? You do realize that asking parents to DO THIS is emotional abuse and/or emotional manipulation, right???

You realize telling parents that they should keep their kid(s) home bc they're "yelling they want to be at home" isn't a fucking option for A LOT of people? Kids screaming at the grocery store don't want to be there bc they're bored and don't understand that their parents HAVE TO get groceries. Kids wHiNiNg about being out are doing so bc they're fucking DEVELOPING and LEARNING, and you want their parents to shut them inside all the fucking time just so they don't annoy YOU?

You realize that children NEED to be out in public spaces, even if they don't necessarily "want to" so that they can actually fucking develop into society? You realize that kids can swing from "this is the best day ever" to total meltdown with banshee wailing in less than a fucking minute? You realize that everybody has to do things they don't like to do, and that keeping them home 24/7 is setting them up for failure when they DO eventually have to leave (i.e. when they have to go to school or when they grow up and have to go to the store)? You realize that children can't fucking protect themselves and that you complaining about them being in public is fucking weird???

Gotta be the most fucking boomer-ass idiotic fucking shit I've seen today. And yet they're the same fucking crowd telling people who homeschool their kids that they're ruining their children's social lives. The same fucking group telling parents that they can't take their kids out unless it's specifically children-oriented places. The same fucking people saying "everyone wants to act like children are stupid and censor everything" are the ones that are fucking CAUSING it- bc gods forbid they see a kid not being coddled, then you're neglectful.

I am so sick of people who have NO FUCKING HORSE IN THIS RACE telling parents how they need to fucking raise their kids. I'm so sick of seeing people say "idc what the reason is, if you do xyz and have a baby you shouldn't have a baby" (most recently was about fucking taking babies on air planes 🙄 as if there's never been a reason someone needed to fly with a baby). I'm so exhausted seeing people who don't KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT CHILDREN accusing parents of neglect and abuse bc they think kids never fucking cry (seriously, look up the purple cry if you believe babies don't cry for no reason) unless they're being neglected or abused. I'm so exhausted with people who have ZERO FUCKING EXPERIENCE around kids AT ALL telling me, someone who is not only a parent but has been raising kids SINCE I WAS FUCKING EIGHT, that I don't know what I'm talking about when I say that some kids are just louder, have more needs, or are just "extra". Fucking people who have NO FUCKING KNOWLEDGE about an entire fucking demographic that WE ALL START OUT AS has got to be the most willfully ignorant bullshit out there

[theintelligentfool]

i enjoyed high school! i had a lot of friends! some of them were even close! but holy SHIT . i can say, with full confidence now. HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS SHIT and im GLAD I DON'T GO THERE!!!

[meownotgood]

care to share your updated Aki collection? Would love to see the new wall grid especially now that there's more Aki keychains!

To more Aki purchases ahead <33

yes, of course!!!!

pls ignore the messiness in the aki shrine... I am going to be reorganizing everything as soon as I have the time... I'll post some more pics and closeups whenever I do that.... this is temporary setup

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[rosicheeks]

🤦🏽‍♀️

[savage-rhi]

Cue the pink!

[alltimefail-sims]

I made my Strangerville OCs in yet another Picrew!! No beards in this one so Anwar's face is naked 😨... but I love this art style and thought they looked cute so the sacrifice was made.

I actually made Maggie this time around, too!! 💕

The similarities between her and Erwin are sooooo good in this art style. Idk something about the look in their eyes, their color palette similarities, both of them listening to music UGH I love my sadness siblings ❤❤❤

GOD I wish I could draw!!! But this Picrew's art style captured their energy really well if that makes sense.

[lady-assnali]

Ok, as promised here’s the continuation of This Part where Gigi comes back from Paris and Crystal is confused about things. With Jan’s advice, Crystal has to talk feelings

“I missed you so much, I’m so glad you’re here.” Gigi swings open the door and throws herself at Crystal, nearly knocking her over in the process. She wraps her arms around her and squeezes tight, burying her face in Crystal’s shoulder. The brunette sinks into the feeling for just a moment before stepping back, clearing the fuzziness from her headspace.

           “Are you embarrassed by me?” Well, shit. That isn’t how she’d intended to have this conversation. Gigi falters in her own movements, stopping in her tracks and spinning around with wide eyes.

           “What?” Her mouth stays open a bit, her head tilting. “Crys, I-what?”

           “I didn’t mean to ask you so up-front. That was supposed to come out really, really differently. I just-I need to talk to you, I didn’t want to chicken out.”

           “Okay, I…can we sit down?”

           She gestures for the couch and Crystal slips off her shoes, leaving them by the door. Gigi paces around the room, closing cabinets and tossing her blanket over the back of the couch, rearranging the pillows. Finding her place on the couch, Crystal sits on the edge of her seat. The room is suddenly filled with an awkward sort of tension. Gigi looks as if she’s about to cry, deflated and confused and uncomfortable in her own skin. For a moment, Crystal considers dropping the whole conversation. Then, she sees Nicky’s sweatshirt draped over the back of the armchair by the window. This isn’t a later conversation; it has to be done now.

           “Do you really think I’m embarrassed by you?” Gigi starts, her voice an imitation of the way she shrinks into herself.

           “I mean…yeah, kind of. Actually, not just kind of. I’ve been thinking that for a while now.”

           “Crystal,”

           “Why don’t you ever stay during my lives?” Gigi stiffens in her seat, shifting her gaze to the floor. The action both infuriates Crystal and upsets her even further. “Why don’t you ever do any of yours here? You always say how much people love to see you work, but you’re always doing them when I’m not around. I just…I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. My brain is putting things together.”

           It takes Gigi a long time to respond. Her lower lip is jutted out slightly, her head down. She runs a hand through her hair. She shifts in her seat. She breathes slowly until she’s finally looking up at Crystal, eyes glossed over with emotion.

           “I’ve been doing it on purpose. You’re right.”

           “Okay.”

           “But it’s not because of that; Crystal, I could never be embarrassed by you. You’re my favorite person on this earth. I miss you every second of time I’m traveling. I’m obsessed with your art, and your drive, and your passion, and I just…people were ruining that. They will ruin that.”

           “Wha-what do you mean?”

           “The only time I posted you in my story after getting my first job was just…I didn’t realize what I was doing. We were both at the studio; you were painting and I was trying to get some designs done. You put on some 90s hits station or whatever and we were just jamming, hanging out, I thought it would be a cute little thing to put on there like we always do. But then people were commenting on the story asking who you were, going to your profile, snooping around…they were throwing out some pretty hurtful things.”

           “Oh.”

           “I deleted the post and made sure the people who commented were blocked. It just…it threw me. I didn’t realize everything that comes with this. You have a full career ahead of you, you’re insanely talented, and I’m just getting likes for putting clothes on and looking pretty. And these idiots can’t see that.”

           “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “I didn’t want you to deep dive. I didn’t want any of that to get stuck in your head, or to mess you up. I’m realizing now that I made that decision for you.”

           “Yeah, you did. And it still messed me up-I don’t get comments, sure,  but you not having anything to do with me was just so confusing. Because you’re always saying things about Nicky, or Symone, or any of your other friends. Just not me.”

           “I know, I see that now. I never meant to hurt you, you’re just…you’re different than everyone else. Knowing that people could hurt you just because you’re my friend? Knowing that I would be the person that triggered all this negativity? It’s a shitty excuse, but seeing you hurt like that would kill me.”

           Crystal doesn’t respond. She digs her toes into the carpet, head swirling with conflicting feelings. She wants to forgive Gigi immensely, hug her and reassure her and coddle her until they’ve both forgotten this even happened. Another part of her, the stubbornness inherited by the long line of powerful women in her family, forces her to keep her eyes off of Gigi and her head clear.

           “People can hurt everyone else you’re tagging too.” She murmurs. Gigi bites her bottom lip, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “I just wish you said something sooner, or gave me the choice. I just…I’m lost in the shuffle, y’know? And you say you value me more than that,”

           “-I do,”

           “-Then just…I don’t know. I’m not asking you to make some big long best friends forever post because that feels icky. I don’t want to come across as the kind of friend who doesn’t like you having other friends. I’m happy that you have people in your corner when you’re gone. I just want to be able to let people know how proud I am of you without it crossing some kind of invisible boundary. We talk about everything, and this just came out of nowhere.”

           “You’re right. I’m sorry, Crys.” She shuffles closer to her on the couch, grabbing her arm. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re less than. You’re the most important person in my life, and I’m really really sorry.”

           She’s near tears now, and Crystal squeezes her hand before opening her arms. Gigi falls into them, engulfing her in a tight hug with her legs curled up behind her. They sit like this for a while, contemplating where to go from here when one half of their world knows who Crystal is and the other is completely unaware. She’d been in one photo before, when Gigi had seen her first billboard, but it had been from behind and was tucked away in her feed, buried by professional photos and PR packages. Bringing her to light feels like coming out all over again, and it strikes a nervous chord for both of them even though they’re only admitting friendship.

           After a while Gigi pulls her phone off of the coffee table, tapping her fingers against the screen nervously. She wipes at the bottom of her eyes, opening the front facing camera.

           “Would you be ready to meet the world now?” She asks. The question comes out a bit slow, hesitant, but Crystal nods enthusiastically.

“Wait, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this right now.”

“I do have to do this right now, but not because I have to. I have to do this because I need to make things right. I never want you to feel less than again.”

The model can see her best friend nod through the screen, pressing their faces together. Crystal’s smile is brilliant; effervescent. Gigi isn’t crafting an image of herself, rather she lets the expression on her own face come naturally. After she takes the photo, she briefly contemplates posting it. Her eyes are wide like saucers, and she’s sure the world can see the way she’s lit up, turned into one giant heart. Maybe this is the look Nicky teases her about after she hangs up with Crystal when they’re away. Maybe this is the dead giveaway. But if Crystal is ready for the world to see them, then she’ll do it.

           She’ll just have to ignore her followers exposing her for who she really is; a person painfully  in love with their best friend.

[krispiecake]

i will never forget u two <3