#just make date to be normal

[andstuffsketches]

um, can you play a song with a beat?

[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.

[freitag1607]

1.05 / Battle of the Labyrinth

[aithusarosekiller]

One thing I love about Jegulus is that the rest of the school are just living their normal teen years, falling in love and being messy and stupid like everybody else. Some of them will have horrible breakups over the war but it's normal and human. Then Jegulus are there having their whole massive Greek tragedy complete with extensive metaphors, secret rooms and an intrinsically deep, historical aspect to their entire relationship that it unmatched by any other on the planet. And somehow they're still a secret from everybody else, their love reads like one of the epics but it's so small and hidden.

They're just that dramatic ig

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[maskofnova]

I love a woman that can just fucking kill me. The direct next moment of this one.

[satoumafuyuss]

Still getting used to drawing them but I'm happy with how this turned out so I will post it :)

[mayxo-hxh]

i love how illumi and hisoka are freak by nature x freak by act. like hisoka could 100% be a normal person if he chose to be one day but illumi couldn't act normal even if he tried

Hisoka is the guy that makes a conscious effort for people to perceive him as a disgusting freak every single day but Illumi doesnt even have to try. he just is. he exists and people are weirded the fuck out by him. Even hisoka agrees too like 😭😭😭😭

[kaiserouo]

let them use social media

[aroaceleovaldez]

we should make Nico more fucked up, actually. enough woobifying him. that boy should be covered in blood and viscera

[ultravioletbrit]

“close” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 558 words

“feast” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 14 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is standing in the doorway to the kitchen staring at James. He’s frozen and couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He keeps looking back and forth between the table and James, who’s standing in the middle of the kitchen looking more and more anxious by the second.

Regulus wants to say something, but he has no idea what to say and he’s so close to tears that if he opens his mouth, all that would come out would be an embarrassing sob. He’s already standing here like a frozen idiot; he doesn’t want to end up a blubbering mess on the floor also.  

“I… erm… sorry if this is weird… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable… you don’t have to stay… I just thought… erm… I’m not sure… maybe I wasn’t really thinking… this is too much, right?… I knew it… I didn’t mean… you can just…”

“Why?” Is all Regulus can get out to cut off James’ rambling spiral.

James stops abruptly and looks over at Regulus and they both shift their eyes to the table. There’s a nicer table cloth, two candles, and a small dinner—a chicken dish, rice, naan and hummus—that looks delicious, but was clearly not made by Effie.

“Erm… well, mom and dad went out tonight… and erm… Sirius went over to Remus’… so it’s just you and me for dinner.” He shrugs. “Erm… mom gave me some money for takeaway… but, I don’t know… I just thought this might be nice… but I know it’s too much.” James walks over to the table and reaches for one of the plates. “I’ll just take—”

“Stop!” Regulus shouts, a little too loudly. James startles and almost drops a plate, but Regulus’ feet seem to be working again and he’s in front of James in an instant. Regulus puts his hands on tops of James’, steadying the plate. “What is this?” Regulus says and he still sounds like he might cry. “Did you make this?”

James shrugs again. “I mean, it’s not a feast or anything. I can really only make the one thing. But I thought it might be nice. But if it’s too much or too weird or too soon, I can take it all away and order a pizza or—” James is saying all in one breath.

Regulus pushes up on his toes to cut him off with a kiss. “Don’t you dare take this away.” Regulus whispers when they break the kiss and tightens his grip on the plate so James can’t take it. “No one’s ever made me dinner before.” He can feel his bottom lip start to quiver and James gives him a curious look. “I mean, other than your mom, but those are family dinners. No one’s ever made me dinner. Just me.” And his voice final cracks and he makes an embarrassing whimper to protest when James takes the plate.

James chuckles fondly under his breath as he puts the plate on the table and takes Regulus into his arms. He lifts one hand to his cheek to brush away the tear that’s fallen.

“Well, I kind of, sort of like you.” James whispers as he wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist.

Regulus chuckles softly, “I kind of, sort of like you, too.” And he wraps his arms around James’ neck and pushes to his toes for another kiss.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This isn't what it looks like.

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[birdiedoesdc]

bouncing around the thought of cassie and kon getting together and dating and they have a lot of fun because they genuinely love each other and get along really well. but every time they go out cassie will spend half the date going “sigh. cissie is so cool and so brave and i wish i had half of her dedication and determination.” and kon spends the other half of the date going “sigh. robin is so cool and so smart and i wish i had half of his genius and bravery.” and because they are very dumb teenagers it takes forever to figure out what this means.

[3-aem]

thinking about touch starved touch sensitive gojo again. Absolutely desperate for even the most grazing touches from getou and yet overwhelmed by it all.

[galactica7071]

there's HOW MANY of these idiots now???!

[klanced]

this is why i never read voltron fanfic 💀