#that man has ruined me

[spideyhexx]

@darby-rowe im thinking about fingering billy pls help me

[greyskyflowers]

Live action Zoro is so pre~tty

*does a little dance*

Live action Zoro is so pre~tty

*does a little dance*

Live action Zoro is so pre~tty

*does a little dance*

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

[sadclowncentral]

sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite

[kitamars]

various trad doodles i made while i was supposed to be paying attention in class

[bakedspoonie]

Do they intentionally give them some of the shittiest singers on planet earth on rupauls drag race to up the difficulty or is it just a matter of cost?

I guess they are lucky they didn’t end up with those shit brothers they sell at Walmart and target.

[ib3li3v3you]

No wonder felix folded so hard, if oliver was looking at me like that id also eat up anything this man offered me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[goonmypenis]

i drew this like a month ago and i am TERRIFIED to post anything on here but ive been convinced

[ohno-the-sun]

Vibrating with happiness I got them signed aaaaa

[tovaicas]

↳ ꜱɴᴏᴡ + ᴄᴏᴇʀᴛʜᴀꜱ ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɴ ʜɪɢʜʟᴀɴᴅꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴇʀᴛʜᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ. ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇʀᴛɪʟᴇ ʙᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʀɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜰʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɴ ʜɪɢʜʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟ��ꜰᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴢɪɴɢ. ᴀʟᴀꜱ, ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɢᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀꜱ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇʟɪʜᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪꜱʜɢᴀʀᴅ'ꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅꜱ.

[dieddeadrecently]

Do you guys ever think about how Simon, Edwin's class mate who had a crush on him, was in the 4th circle "greed" Instead of the 2nd circle "lust"?

which means what he felt wasn't lust he was just greedy for Edwin's attention

Because I think about that a lot more than I should

[ruffaloon]

Gregory House | Brand New City

another day, another house edit set to a mitski song

[tiramisuc0ffee]

every day I wake up in complete and utter distress at the fact that no man will ever be able to compare to Gojo Satoru.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Something that I don't think gets talked about enough:

The fact that Ruin is good with kids

Yeah, it kinda comes with the territory of being a daycare attendant, but still. Before he got his current body and was still broken, while pretending to be cured, he was in the daycare’s ballpit as the resident "ballpit shark." He was entertaining the kids and playing with them, and despite how he looked, the kids would've had to like him a decent amount, since he was never asked to leave the daycare at any point during that window of time

I read something before about how, in Ruin's dimension, there's a chance that he (as a carrier of the virus and not someone who was affected by it) may or may not have had to go against his childcare programming and kill kids to blend in with the affected glamrocks, so they wouldn't get suspicious and try to dismantle him or anything

The bit about what he did in his dimension is just a thought that someone had that really stuck with me, and I don't remember who came up with it, unfortunately, but it's still at least relatively legit that despite whatever he had to do or go through in the past, it doesn't affect him anymore, and he's still someone the kids liked being around

Which. Considering some of the things he's said and done, is pretty cool to me

[starrystevie]

it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.

"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"

but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.

steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.

"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"

there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.

"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"

"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."

"if it ain't bad, then just say it."

steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.

"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.

and wayne is smiling.

seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.

"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."

getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.

"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.

"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."

steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.