#to be a stay at home wife

[bea-lele-carmen]

So full of truth oneee of the best articles ive read as an anticonformist bohemian girl that didnt wanted to go to high school and never ever to College . After spending even a few days in the American schooling system, it becomes perfectly clear to students and teachers alike that school is not really about learning. In fact, to the ambitious learner, it seems as though school actively makes it harder to learn anything useful by taking up lots of valuable time, ruining sleep schedules, and separating all of the bodies of knowledge into discrete disciplinary boxes.

In my case, most of my friends lamented that school had actually ruined reading and learning for them and one of my close friends summed up the learning environment of high school precisely, saying, “I’m too busy to learn.”

It is also quite clear to the adults that send children to school for thirty-five hours a week as adolescents and often pay six-figures to send their children to college that school is not really about learning. When I asked the adults in my life how much of what they learned in college they actually used, most laughed. I think the highest answer I got was around 10%.

If school is not really about learning, then why do all ambitious, smart young people go and why do all of the adults in their lives insist that they go? The conventional answer is the financial payoff. Students don’t go to college to learn about Plato, but rather to earn a larger payday after college. In this view, college is a financial investment.

The conventional view of college as a financial investment is flawed. Almost half of the observed college degree premium can be explained simply by ability bias. Of the other half, almost all of it is explained by Signaling Theory, which has interesting implications that suggest, particularly for high-achieving, smart students, there may actually be an economic deterrent for attending college.

In this essay, I will analyze the economic argument against attending college as well as posit an alternative explanation for why students attend college and parents insist on it: conformity.

Primarily, students attend college to signal conformity to members of their tribe, notably their parents, relatives, teachers, and peers. While it is possible to signal intelligence, work ethic, perseverance, and many other traits in other ways, a college degree remains the only true signal of conformity.

If a student refuses to adequately signal conformity, members of the tribe will impose social costs on them in the form of lost friendships, disapproving “life talks,” and sometimes even the withdrawal of emotional and financial support. Scariest of all for the student who skips college, he must stand on his own as an individual and take responsibility for his own actions, decisions, and beliefs. This is true the mark of adulthood and it is a lot of responsibility, but for those who are ready, it is incredibly liberating.

[marzipanandminutiae]

thoughts on "tradwives" as a 19th-century social historian

It's great until it's not.

It's great until he develops an addiction and starts spending all the money on it.

It's great until you realize he's abusive and hid it long enough to get you totally in his power (happened to my great-great-aunt Irene).

It's great until he gets injured and can't work anymore.

It's great until he dies and your options are "learn a marketable skill fast" or "marry the first eligible man you can find."

It's great until he wants child #7 and your body just can't take another pregnancy, but you can't leave or risk desertion because he's your meal ticket.

It's great until he tries to make you run a brothel as a get-rich-quick scheme and deserts you when you refuse, leaving your sisters to desperately fundraise so your house doesn't get foreclosed on (happened to my great-great-aunt Mamie).

It's great until you want to leave but you can't. It's great until you want to do something else with your life but you can't. It's great. Until. It's. Not.

I won't lie to you and say nobody was ever happy that way. Plenty of women have been, and part of feminism is acknowledging that women have the right to choose that sort of life if they want to.

But flinging yourself into it wholeheartedly with no sort of safety net whatsoever, especially in a period where it's EXTREMELY easy for him to leave you- as it should be; no-fault divorce saves lives -is naive at best and dangerous at worst.

Have your own means of support. Keep your own bank account; we fought hard enough to be allowed them. Gods willing, you never need that safety net, but too many women have suffered because they needed it and it wasn't there.

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[ovegakart]

Zelda needed an undercover bodyguard and Malon said Link could go if she got to go too. Arent they PRETTY?

some of these were drawn months and months ago and some of these were drawn over the last week as i procrastinate coloring the next chapter of the hero shade comic.

[wuthering-tempest]

dads and the pet they didnt want

[homemakinghippie]

[dreamgirlglowup]

yoga

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matcha

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self love

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[polin-erospsyche]

And I go straight back to sobbing 😭

[biohazrat]

Thinking about Nick valentine again help

[audrinawf]

unpopular opinion but if a man likes you all you have to do is be loyal and pleasant to him. you don’t have to be paying his bills,you don’t have to prove anything to him, you don’t have to be cooking him him 3 course meals every single day or be his maid. A man that has you doing all the emotional, physical and psychological labor in the relationship doesn’t love you

[pervydollfemme]

i can't wait til i'm finally a trophy wife for my butch <3

going out shopping while he works, from domestic things like groceries to new clothes for myself. decorating our house for holidays; hanging ornaments and lights on a christmas tree, putting pumpkins and spooky string lights on our porch for halloween (and handing out candy to the neighborhood kids in matching costumes). gardening and planting flowers, making sure our house looks welcoming inside and out. going to get my nails and hair done so i always look pretty for him, kissing all over his face when he calls me his beautiful princess, leaving lipgloss or lipstick marks behind.

making him breakfast and packing him a handmade lunch every morning in a silk nightgown and feathered robe, kissing him at his car before he leaves for work (and sometimes getting pinned against it because i look so good - so tempting - our kiss getting heated, going on for a little too long, flushed and breathless when we part. maybe he'd even cup my pussy in his hand, nipping at my neck and whispering about finishing this later). greeting him at the door when he gets home, wrapping him up in a hug and telling him how much i missed him.

sitting on his lap while we talk about our days, his arm wrapped around my waist and hand resting comfortably on my thigh. him telling me about the things he did at work, me telling him about the things i did that day. eating dinner together that way, swinging my legs happily and giggling when he tries to feed me food. domestic weekends together, sometimes staying in and cuddling in bed or on the couch while we watch tv and ordering in; sometimes going out for the day, shopping and going out to eat, him carrying my bags and watching me ramble with hearts in his eyes.

and some less-than-wholesome things, too...

like the hand on my thigh while we're talking at dinner slowly moving higher and higher up until it's under my skirt, pressing against my clit through my panties. rubbing in firm circles while i try my best to keep telling him about my day, my words slowly changing from stuttering to nothing coherent at all, only whining and whimpering, a wet patch spreading across my panties while i start grinding desperately against his fingers. spending the rest of the night spread out on his cock, crying as i'm pounded into the mattress and overstimulated with a vibrator against my clit. so exhausted that i fall asleep with his cock inside me, waking up the next morning sore but sated.

or a sweet weekend at home turning into gentle sex, him fingering me while whatever we were watching plays on in the background. whining and clenching around his fingers when he tells me to keep watching, that i don't want to miss anything, even though my eyes are so teary i can barely see what's going on. maybe even morning sex before he leaves for work because i looked so good he just couldn't help himself, eating me out on the counter until i'm sobbing and begging, holding on to anything i can reach around me for dear life, my thighs tight and shaking around his head.

just!! being his pretty, stay-at-home femme!! his trophy wife who he loves showing off to his coworkers, but isn't afraid to snap at possessively when they show even a small hint of interest in me!! being his forever!! his ring on my finger, his marks on my body, covered in the things he bought for me!! 🥹

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 138

Danny squints up at the blurry form cradling him, brain trying to catch up with his situation. He can feel the pulse of his siblings’ cores nearby, gently pulsing contentedly despite the chaos of his last memories. His limbs feel too small and pudgy, too-small fingers gripping onto something as his vision started to clear. 

There was a man, holding him? Cradling his too-small form like he was an infant- was he an infant? He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be, he had been older but now he wasn’t. He squinted up at the stranger, green eyes meeting green. Huh. They kind of looked like he could be their dad or something. 

[kinkyprincesssarah]

I work a lot.

I could be your housewife instead. Doing the household - your food, your laundry, keeping your house clean. You'd be able to fuck my pussy whenever you want. Fill me up, impregnate me. Fuck me while I am pregnant and breed me again.

I'd still work, but I'd prefer the work of a housewife.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Rewatching all of OFMD today (#Renew As A Crew) and one thing that's sticking out to me immediately -

Until we see in s2 how relieved Ed is to lose the responsibility of being captain, it doesn't really stick out how fucking...tense Ed is.

When he meets Stede's crew, look at his body language! He's trying to be cool and smooth and everything, and he's charismatic enough he can pull it off, but his body language is borderline nervous, honestly. He's very stiff and cautious in his movements, always keeping at least one hand on his weapons, always glancing around. It's striking to compare it to how he acts when he's alone with Stede - you can almost see the weight grow on his shoulders when he's in front of the crew. No wonder Lucius thinks he doesn't know how to relax!

He's also extremely theatrical and showy, and part of that is Ed being tied with Stede for Most Dramatic Bitch on the Seven Seas, but it's also immediately obvious that he expects every eye to be on him, always. He acts like he knows he's the center of attention, always. Almost every movement this man makes seems so calculated.

You can see some of the weight lift when he tries telling everyone to just call him Ed, although a lot of the time he still looks pretty guarded and often holds his hands in front of himself almost protectively. Sweetie pie is trying so hard to be vulnerable but his body language still reads like he's not fully comfortable. It has to be very scary for him but he's being so brave and trying so hard anyway!

We don't see the big change until he's back on the ship in s2e5 and the crew have put him on probation. Although many of the crew are still pissed at him, Ed is, very explicitly, no longer captain. The crew don't hate him (they're mad at him, but he never lost their love), but they'd push back against orders even if he tried giving them. And what a relief that must be! Ed looks so light this episode! It's no longer his job to make the decisions, all he has to do is fix things up. He gets to talk with Fang as friends, not as The Legendary Captain Blackbeard and Loyal Crewmember. He gets to play, doing a cannonball off the ladder, and have a good time learning how to fish. His body language is absolutely night-and-day.

And after he gets out of probation? That stays consistent. In s2e6 he gets to play along with the crew, encouraging "the moving of the tub - it's a sacred tradition!!!" getting him a cheer from the crew ("yooo, this dude's devout as fuuuck!!"). He just gets to have a good time. Compared to the first time he meets the crew in s1e4, he's obviously so relaxed and willing to unwind in front of everyone - they were about to dance, and Ed doesn't even fucking hesitate to agree when Stede suggested they join everyone (fuck Ned Low for stealing that from us, honestly).

Ed wants so fucking badly to be free of the massive responsibility that's been weighing on him - think about what he said to Stede in s1e4: "they're all going to die, all the men who trusted you, and it'll be all your fault!" He has been living with so much weight on his shoulders, not just incredible responsibility but feeling unsafe to be the softer, gentle, sweet man we know he is.

He just wants to be free to be Ed.

[doll-fleur]

“What’s your dream job?”

You guys dream of jobs? I just want to get married to the love of my life, disappear to a cozy cottage in the middle of nowhere, raise my babies surrounded by nature and finally have real peace away from the chaos of society.

[homemakinghippie]