I shall speak about women’s writing: about what it will do. Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies—for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text—as into the world and into history—by her own movement.
—  Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (tr. by Paula and Keith Cohen)

“D & D game night”
Based off of the draw your OCs meme I reblogged earlier.

In case anyone needs clarification:
Holding the mic and narrating enthusiastically: Sam
Praying for these poor people to return to their senses: Janine
In the baby jail box: Paula
Screaming ‘get wrecked’ on top of said baby jail: Maxine
And then Jody, Simon, Five and Sara in various states of hysteria.
Abel Outfitters - Chapter 1 - Maya_Koppori - Zombies Run! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Zombies Run!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Paula Cohen/Maxine Myers, Owen/Jody Marsh, Archie/Jamie (Zombies Run!), Nadia/Lem
Characters: Runner Five, Sam Yao, Janine De Luca, Sara Smith, Maxine Myers, Paula Cohen, Professor Van Ark, Evan Deaubl, Simon Lauchlan, Jody Marsh, Archie Jensen, Jamie Skeet, Major de Santa
Additional Tags: spoilers through the end of season 2, non-canon compliant, I chickened out okay, implied 5am

Five has been working at Abel Outfitters for years, folding sports bras and helping customers. But they aren’t there for customer service- they’ve been placed in this mall to monitor and protect a key member of Project Greenshoot, research that some people will do anything to get their hands on.

The final chapter is finally up! Thank you all so much for reading. If you haven’t read it… a comment on ao3 would mean the world to me 😘

We’ve been turned away from our bodies, shamefully taught to ignore them, to strike them with that stupid sexual modesty; we’ve been made victims of the old fool’s game: each one will love the other sex. I’ll give you your body and you’ll give me mine. But who are the men who will give women the body that women blindly yield to them?
—  Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (tr. by Paula and Keith Cohen)
We’re stormy, and that which is ours breaks loose from us without
our fearing any debilitation. Our glances, our smiles, are spent; laughs exude from all our mouths; our blood flows and we extend ourselves without ever reaching an end; we never hold back our thoughts, our signs, our writing; and we’re not afraid of lacking.
—  Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (tr. by Paula and Keith Cohen)