#it's just sad and so fucking miserable

[crownspeaksblog]

I sometimes think about men have almost the same rights, body autonomy, freedom in every country while for women life looks so different from country to country or at least from region to region.

In some countries you're forced to cover your head, in others you're prohibited from covering your head and in other countries you can wear/not wear what you want. You can have an abortion in that country but not this one. You can get education, degrees and have paying jobs in most countries but not in others. You can go to a doctor if you need to but there you can't because women aren't allowed to become doctors and women aren't allowed to see a male doctor..

I sometimes think about how shitty the country i live in is but then i think well at least i can get an education and go to a doctor.. i shouldn't have to be grateful for those things..

[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[bromcommie]

but genuinely I will never stop thinking about the museum scene. like it's upsetting in all the obvious setup-to-the-plot-twist ways, but more than that: the quietness of Steve’s presence vs. the booming grandiosity of the exhibit itself. The question of whether he had been previously (my guess would be yes) and if so, what a morbid, ghost-like ritual to perform just in order to cling to your memory, to remind yourself that it was real. What a blunt, reductive manifestation of not only everything you’ve lost, but the fact that your life and memory have become so entrenched a part of the public domain to the point that you’re viewed as about as much of a person as any one dusty item in that exhibit; the fact that you can’t access any of your world outside of yourself unless it’s through about a dozen second-hand, funhouse mirror narratives not only entirely co-opted by war but also tailored to fit a certain purpose. This one very public fucking horrific way to keep torturing yourself is one of your only remaining tethers to what you remember of your life. I mean. jesus christ steve

[all-or-nothing-baby]

the wild symbrockiness of it all is absolutely not lost on me in venom the last dance trailer when we get that statement from venom that ends with ...has found us (following a spectacularly pregnant pause) coming after the beautiful: “eddie, MY HOME...”

[quackity1999]

In my experience, Las Nevadas is more than just a city. it’s a stage, a test, and a trap all at once. The players may change, but the game stays the same. And as long as the lights stay on, there will always be someone willing to bet everything they have.

Never look desperate. Desperation is blood in the water. If you lose big at the casino, laugh it off. If someone powerful snubs you, act like you don’t care. If you want something—access, status, revenge—get it quietly. The second people see you scrambling, you’re done.

Las Nevadas is a performance. A high-wire act where every glance, every deal, every drink poured means something.

And at the center of it all, there sits a husk in a silk shirt, gold in its teeth, wings heavy with a past it won’t acknowledge. He is evidence that you don't play the game. No, no. You become it. And that is when you are well and truly lost.

sounds like you've fallen out of love with her. the lights are warmer than the snow coating the rooftops, y'know. you'll be back before you realise.

[fishandshesmygills]

i fucking hate winter i want to [remembers threatening suicide just harms my loved ones] take down a deer with my bare hands and rip its throat out with my teeth

[lavampira]

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[h-didanart]

Hey, do you guys remember that agony//ghost thing the FNaF lore has? Yeah? Cool

Do you guys know any of the synonyms to agony there are? Like, suffering, torment, throes, and the like? Yeah? Cool

Are you guys familiar with my Quiet Throes au//fic thing? Yeah? Cool

Agony ghost Bloodmoon. They torment the hell out of the bastard, and hang around Solar sometimes. But mostly stick around Ruin, staring at him, messing with his things, throwing stuff at him, and generally making his life miserable (as it should be)

Tw for the images below: implied suicide attempt, referenced character death, and implied torture//sa

[manwhoredennis]

dennis needs a mental health day

[grotesque-butler]

how does it feel? how does it feel to live a life so full of misery and hatred that you have to harass others in order to feel validated?

how does it feel to wallow in the things you hate, rather than bask in the things you love? how does it feel to perpetuate your hatred and anger by focusing only on what makes you upset? to the point you have to take it out on others?

it must feel miserable.

[cappiecarp]

started watching link click this is actually so sad i am actively losing my mind oh my gooooood wuaghgughguhrsklckmlak cheng xiaoshi and qiao ling siblingism is soooo important to me........

[crybabybat]

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[nobodybetterlookatme]

Im loving the stories about your partner so much its been my fave soap opera xD

also just out of curiosity... would you be willing to describe what his sneeze is like 👀

Honestly thank god y'all like hearing about it bc I really don't shut up about it 😭

Anyway his sneezes are like kinda throaty and a little harsh. Not super loud but it's definitely not quiet. And his normal sneezes are super different from his sick sneezes, like it's crazy that there's such a noticeable difference. Idk if I've heard him sneeze enough to give a completely accurate spelling, but it's kinda like a hk'eRRshuu normally, but when he was sick it was more of a hngh'uTSCHOO, and they're both distinctly him so it doesn't feel as different as the spelling makes it seem, but it's still wild to me lmao

[the--firevenus]

Honest to god if your entire criticism to aang and his final decision to spare ozai is "it's boring!" then I think you should stop watching ATLA and better yet stop talking about aang character in general.

Because I know you'd whole argument just miserable to listen to, your whole point of view to the world is miserable, lack of whimsical and joy, may one day you found that again for now, shut up.

[hood-ex]

No you don't understand. Jack Skellington wrapped his bony hands around my heart with these parts of his lament:

Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing

~.~

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears

[winepresswrath]

Cannot believe at this late stage of my life I'm becoming a Gabriel fucker. Local mean jock doesn't want to be evil now, he wants to be loved. I'm slightly annoyed they didn't make Beelzebub more unhinged because the "plot" should have been at least half about them fucking up shit on an absolute rampage trying to find Gabriel, a thing everyone assumes they are doing to fry him with hellfire so they can kick off the war in a way that's advantageous to hell, BUT ACTUALLY!!! true love.