#why was it so sad

[axoloots]

i just watched wild robot w my frens bc i was like: ooh!! wholesome robot!!! (something that my shit emotional stability could handle)

and i kid you fucking not, i sobbed for half the movie.

it was!! supposed to be wholesome!!!!!! like. there was a wholesome, cute, hopeful ending, but!!!! why was it so fuckijng sad!!!!! why am i shaking and sobbing over a fictional robot???? the same reason i like fictional men!!!!!!

roz!!!! my little friking baby!!!! why would you do that to her (them?????)

[crymeacriver]

Spoiler alert for only the brave even though I think I’m the last one on this train: today at work on my break I decided to get back to reading this because I had stopped for a while bc I was too upset about it all, what happens in the chapter I read ? Oh nothing much ! Just olive dying ! And then THE break up like a chapter or so later. What the hell guys? I cannot take this.

[makeitmingi]

still sobbing over idol radio

[kaelily]

//clara companion mission spoilers

me choosing svarog's option in clara's companion mission and then immediately regretting it when pascal started crying

[galaxyspeaking]

No one has painted me in over 400 years.

[scramratz]

Did you know it’s legal in the USA for mattress companies to put fiberglass in their mattresses? They don’t even have to label them! So if you wanna commission me so I can buy a new bed I won’t stop you

[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.

[rainbowfartblaster]

the nuzzling in oh i’m sick somebody kill them (affectionately)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa’s plush dropped!!

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[hxllo-hui]

My tragic lovelies… just them 💔

[watmalik]

Alcohol can't kill Logan, but it can affect him. Wade can't kill Logan, but he can—oh.

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[blueboyluca]

“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

[belobogindustries]

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