#rebel girl reads

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They had a bit of a chance encounter on a day where Blueblood was dealing with something that was very difficult and was so caught up in his emotions he didn’t even care that he was in the garden getting grass stans on his coat and Ditzy, with her natural impulse to cheer ponies up, didn’t even notice or care that she was flying into the palace gardens when she saw someone sat in the rain.

At first he was definitely going to call the castle guards to come apprehend this strange filly with the odd eyes who was intruding when this was the last moment he’d want to entertain any desperate debutantes, however she surprised him by not fawning or anything, not even caring about his status, just putting one of her fluffy wings up and asking if he needed somepony to lend an ear.

“Don’t let my eyes fool you, my ears work just fine!”

She was incredibly disarming and while he didn’t reveal everything about why he was upset, he found himself talking about his feelings to her. And she made such cheerful remarks, and was very comforting. In the end, he felt better and she came to check on him the next day, even sharing a blueberry muffin with him. He remarked that he’d never seen her around before, and that he wouldn’t mind terribly seeing her more often.

The rest, as they say, is history.

[thenationofzaun]

Arcane Season 2 was so fucking funny for having these two songs for Jinx. "Tear this place apart" "Rebel heart" "In chaos I reign" "Destruction is art" "Don't you want to tell lies" "Blood and gore" "Paint the town blue" "Pure mayhem that is who I am" "Come join me on the dark side"

Meanwhile actual Jinx: *playing with bugs at home*

[lilacerull0]

it's cool that you think l'amica geniale isn't actually about friendship. you can go fuck yourself

[prettycozyghosty]

Rules: use this Meiker.io to create your Lavellan (or another OC) as they would appear in ancient Arlathan – in both peace and war – and a little snippet about what their life might have been like during both. Then tag some friends!

I Don't have anyone to tag but boy do I love to talk about Sulahnera. Her daily life in Ancient Arlathan would be spent in service of Myhtal. Her duties most often have her traveling messages from Mythal to those within her ranks. However, if no letters need be sent she could often be found serving as a bard to Mythal herself, or to any who served her. She sung of past triumphs, peace times, of love or of power. Days she gets to herself however, are spent in the fields, finding peace among the flowers. Her duties continued in wartimes, merely taking a different shape, she would carry information between forces, known for her speed, and dexterity on the battle field. While typically not a fighter, that speed meant she was able to weave her way through dangers without issue. When needed, her songs were also a source of morale.

In both wartimes and peacetimes her gaze of course would sometime cross that of one of Mythal's closest friends, Solas. While much remained unspoken and unacted upon, it was undeniable he was her favorite recipient to visit with messages from Myhtal.

While her days under Mythal were fairly peaceful, she could see the cracks beginning to form in their empire, and was drawn into Fen'Harel's rebellion, following the man whose Wisdom she witnessed on more than one occasion. She used her skills as a messenger for the Rebellion as she had for the Evanuris, and found pride in doing so. (something something also maybe pride in other places something something, solas means pride anad she smooches the man you get it something something)

thanks to @lathbora-virann for the tag and the homework,I had fun lmfao

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BOOK REVIEW: Rebel Girl - Kathleen Hanna

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"Maybe that was what third wave girls were about: speaking back to power with sounds that didn't always make sense."

Kathleen Hanna: a feminist punk icon and the lead singer of three quintessential riot grrrl bands. Her memoir Rebel Girl, named in honour of the feminist anthem by Bikini Kill, is a true account of the riot grrrl era from one of the founding mothers of it. It's also a raw and brutally honest tale of trauma, loss and illness, detailing the ups and downs of feminism and considering the nature of the human condition. Kathleen tells her story in her own words - comedic and witty, as always, whilst still packing a punchy message.

Detailed and not holding back on even the most painful of specifics, Kathleen Hanna's first book is a powerful tale of female empowerment and the impact of the punk movement on women. Kathleen tells all: from her childhood to Bikini Kill to living life with her husband, Adam, and son Julius, and every part of her life story is just as interesting and important as the rest.

Alongside the book disclosing truths about Kathleen's life, it sheds light on the problems of the original riot grrrl concept. This includes a lack of intersectionality and a 'cisterhood' mindset (which excluded trans people from the movement). These issues are gracefully addressed and suggestions are made as to how we can remove these issues from the feminist movement today.

A must read for all feminists - Rebel Girl is the compelling and candid story of one woman and the impact she had on so many others.

[justapinkfairy]

[punkpandapatrixk]

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☆°・. Hustlin’ a la Goddess .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture

A while back on Pinterest I saw a really cool quote like this: ‘I hustle like a man because I was raised not to depend on one.’ I understood what it’s trying to say and where it’s coming from; and above all, it really is an empowering idea considering how many women in this world are totally loser-like because their willpower is weak HA But the thing about that quote is…

It got me reminiscing about how I used to be a terrible, terrible workaholic caused by a toxic childhood that had been the complete opposite of that. In my past reality, I hustled like a man exactly because I had been groomed to depend on one. KABOOM!

In a toxic household was a psychopath that worked devilishly hard at having little girls believe that a woman is inherently—by nature—dependent on men. That our survival is at the mercy of men’s charity. Thus a woman must seek to marry a rich man if she wishes to live a happy life. Mind you, this wasn’t a simple case of a shallow Boomer who had grown up in a different era; this really was a psychopath who delighted in creating false realities for little girls to grow up and become absolute losers, in the hope that they never would surpass—never would become better than her.

I was only seven when I began to give that narrative a fuckton of thought. I loathed the idea that a woman is this kind of a helpless creature only because she was born with a vagina; that a woman would never survive without a man’s protection or provision; that a woman’s highest priority in life is to be attractive enough (whatever that means) to seduce a rich man so he wants to marry her. I LOATHED IT. I fucking despised it. What an insult to Love!

At any rate, by age seven, I had come to notice the bullshit that was often spewed by that psychopath. I refused to accept that degrading idea so I began to think and behave differently. I thought to myself one afternoon in the shower:

‘So a marriage is only necessary because of the money, right? But that’s an old people thing. This is a different era—I will make my own money when I grow up. So then, that means I don’t need to get married. I won’t allow myself to become dependent on a man. I don’t want it.’

And so it was that I grew up to become a hustler more resilient than most men because I wanted to rebel against the grooming of the psychopath. It was like a weird coping mechanism or overcompensation or something—not sure which term is more correct LMAO I grew up wanting to be seen as tough and not needing a man’s gentlemanly assistance. I hated being helped by men like, what, you think I can’t help myself? I was always able to help myself.

The problem is… I became way too tough. Waaay too tough for one short girl. I had come to hold myself to impossible standards. I thought that if a man could manage to do this or that, I should be able to do and achieve just the same. My brain is very capable! What’s stopping me?!

The reality of the limits of my physiology (tiny!🤪) as well as my psychology as an autistic girl had not become clear to me at this point. But as the wheel of fortune would have it, at some point in Life my eyes were opened to the very idea of my girlhood and I woke up to the realisation that a woman shouldn’t have to work so hard in Life. DIVINE FEMININE, BEBEH!

One cold and rainy October evening I was lying on my bed, broke as fuck, single as a stick, hungrier and lonelier than a stray cat, feeling all defeated in Life I thought about all of this and repeated to myself quite amusingly miserably:

‘I’m a girl. I’m just a girl. And a really tiny one at that. I shouldn’t have to work so hard. I don’t wanna have to work so hard. I shouldn’t be made to work SO hard. I wanna be someone’s baby girl!’

And I cried and I cried about the fact that I had been so unkind to myself as a girl. That I had allowed society to convince me that it was okay to be so impatient with myself in the name of professionalism! And I cried and I cried because now I was realising I’m really such a soft lovely polite girl who had been forced to fight for I didn’t even know what for the longest time trying to just meet the expectations of a batshit crazy world full of terribly gaslighty psychopaths…

I cried for three days straight, no cap. My youth… My entire Life… For what… And where did that lead me? It’s given me nothing. NOTHING.

By the end of the third day, I made a resolve to treat myself more kindly, more gently because girls are meant to be held with tender care and Love♥︎For the first time in my Life I was able to wholeheartedly accept that I was a girl LMAO That sounds funny but I wasn’t struggling with gender dysphoria—no, I don’t think that ever was the case but… umm… though I always liked the fact that I was a girl, somehow, there was also a part of me that used to view myself as just-a-14-year-old-boy-who-likes-to-play-video-games. I couldn’t even comprehend why I had an appearance that would be considered attractive by men💩

At any rate, so it was that I had held myself captive to impossibly stupid standards of conducts because I wasn’t aware enough of my biology, physiology, as well as psychology as a Goddess! Thinking about it now, it’s so bizarre I lived like that and even managed to survive pushing myself so hard even on those motherfucking days of murderous cramps *wink wink* One time I shed tears feeling so sorry to my younger self because I wasn’t gentle or patient enough with her.

I think the feminine force is supposed to be the embodiment of love and comfort. I think being a girl means I am deserving of an effortless existence. Say what you want if you’re a feminazi, but I want to live enveloped in lightness and ease. I think a girl deserves to be taken care of unconditionally because she’s so complexly fragile and delicate. No, it’s not a weakness. A flower’s delicateness is not a failure. Nor is a butterfly’s fragility useless.

We, are creatures of beauty. And when I was awakened to that reality, I learnt that the first thing I needed to do was stop being an enemy to my fragile beauty. I resolved to hold my femininity in highest regard and not continue to hurt myself with unrealistic expectations based on the male standards of conduct. It had to start with myself because the brainwashed world outside of me was never going to give this to me.

‘I simply do not want to hustle like a man anymore. I don’t think it suits me at all. More important, I don’t think the way men hustle is the standard of a good character! I don’t think they know what they’re doing.’

I, am a feminine force, baby—I don’t chase; I attract. When I hustle, I’m gonna hustle a la Goddess because that’s what I AM. The feminine, the yin, the abstract, holds the magick of the creation of the Universe. Literally I can manifest all I need effortlessly by just breathing calmly and being pretty—in harmony with the melodies of the Cosmic Vibrations💗

Gosh, why didn’t I figure this out earlier?!

I think I’ve now made peace with the homme and femme within though. I think, I’ve pretty much stopped being angry about the ways I used to hustle like a man—posing numerous dangers to myself both physically and spiritually. Ecologically, bish, that wouldn’t have been sustainable in the grander scheme of things!

I still have alternating days I feel more like an homme and a femme every so often but I’ve got to say I like me best on the days I feel most indulgently girly👗On such days, I feel the world is so fine because I’m a woman👒I feel everything is just gonna fall into place eventually because my Goddess Magick is taking care of my Reality. All is well in Divine Timing, my baby girl🎀

And god forbid—I don’t need no man to give that to me either!😉

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[Breaking Conventions with Determined Softness]

your glamorous talent

empowering the soft girl

hustlin' a la Goddess

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[lesbovalentine]

collection of books ive been meaning to read/finish helppp

[etherealsadchick]

Just thinking about how Albert Camus had a cat and named it Cigarette

They're cute

[artaintfartwarriors]

☘️🍀

[topless-oncology]

cutthroat bitch, cutthroat bitch

cutthroat bitch you are the queen of my world

[contributingtothechaos]

You ever talk to someone about a book you love and then they decide to read said book? Mom I swear to god I wasn't recommending Rebel Girl by Kathleen Hanna to you I was just saying I liked it.

[captainsjack]

every time an author mentions ethan’s supposed military background i immediately have to close out of the fic. girl ethan hunt would not touch the us military with a mile long pole. clearly you never sat for hours on you basement floor on cold ass tile straining your neck up to look at the tv & click through all of the characters’ background files on the mi1 dvd special features . u don’t KNOW him

[bistaxx]

Honestly k!Staxx and k!Quackity's dynamic was extremely underrated like yes they were mother and son but more importantly I firmly they would've casually sold each other to satan should the opportunity come up

[kerosene-saint]

never gonna get over my show pony phase. they'll always be my favorite of anything ever. I don't really have a good reason why. never have. but just know I'd do anything for them. even if they're not real. my baby. my babygirl. my wife. my husband. the person I take so much of myself from. the character that is the reason I'm here on tumblr. the character that caused a domino effect in my life. the character I was so crazy about I ended up gaining friends who were crazy about characters from the same media. my rollerskating transsexual badass boygirl.

[mermaidsirennikita]

a) of course Starz picked up up Mary and George, as the channel that is basically "historical shows for women who want to see nudity onscreen" (said with respect)

b) of course Starz is doing that Outlander prequel about the dead parents we know die horribly like the one who has a heart attack or some shit after the trauma of seeing his son basically flayed alive instead of adapting, I don't know, a historical romance series in which it's literally period piece content for women who want to see nudity, which doesn't actually have any rape