what women make

“but wearing makeup makes me feel good!!”

cool. i’m happy for you. still not empowering.

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

oh but they were experts on women. if she’s on her headphones just talk to her, she’ll like your confidence. if she’s walking, she likes the compliments you give her. she’s at a bar because she wants to sleep with you, she’s just playing hard to get, keep pushing. women don’t like nice men, women like leaders. women don’t like gentle, they like being beaten. what’s the deal with this women’s march! it’s not like they’ve got anything wrong with them - it’s worse elsewhere, after all, isn’t it, than inside this land of freedom. no women have been president just because they’re not right for the job, obviously. women aren’t good at science, is all, that’s why they won’t make money. it’s just that women are emotional, bad drivers, aren’t really aware of what they want for their bodies. what if they cut those tubes and later realize they want kids! don’t even talk to me about how sad it is when a woman doesn’t have a uterus - or else disgusting, and vile, and she should be ashamed of it - you know, it’s what makes them women. but seriously though why don’t they just hold in their periods. i’m not joking! why should birth control be free? if you don’t want pregnancy, don’t get pregnant! the body has ways of preventing that. women don’t have anything to be upset about, what was even the message of the march?

the voice of a woman: we are upset about a lot. the violence, the discrediting, the constant backlash of society. that a man’s life means so much more than a woman’s life that a legitimately convicted rapist was given a shorter sentence for fear it might ruin his life to have committed the crime, rather than destroy hers. who cares about hers.

the voice of a man, again, louder, and on repeat: but i don’t care! listen to my voice! i’m an expert! i’m on t.v.! who cares what she says! just listen to me!

Part of me is like “Jean Valjean is the main character of Les Miserables and that’s very important and maybe the miniseries will remind people of that” and part of me is like “listen. I literally only care about Les Amis and would watch six hours just of Enjolras and Grantaire sitting in the same room doing nothing” so I’m a little conflicted

[What If] Jacob Frye Lower Class x Reader

A/N: Another ‘what if’ scenario—what if Jacob Frye was just a normal, everyday man and not an Assassin living in the Victorian Era. I guess one could tie this into his actions older and becoming a Master Templar and how he feels trivial things will get him and his lover what they want. ;)

The machines were loud, but as time went onward, Jacob Frye got used to their sound. The hours themselves were equally long—twelve a day from six in the morning till six at night—but London was cruel, and if he wanted to subject his wife and daughter to the streets or have his beautiful bride embrace the idea of prostitution, he would have to work long hours with only one day of the week off.

Every day, he couldn’t help but worry what may happen; so many of the machines were new and clunky. People found themselves under random metal plates that were falling apart and onto their bodies, either crippling them or worse given the size and weight of them… Steam so hot it could burn your skin if you were too close to certain engine types, it nearly happened to Jacob that day, but he was lucky to hear the warning signs in time as the pipes trembled and threatened to burst when he began to work on releasing the pressure. He grabbed his paperboy hat and blocked what he could when it hissed forth from its tight confines, only feeling his fingers burn a bit from the nasty bite of the hot air.

“Bloody hell!” Jacob grumbled, dropping his beloved hat, warn by time. Snatching it back up quickly, he looked to his fingers, now reddened by the mark of the steam.

“Might want to stick those fingers of yours into the water bucket, lad,” commented an older worker who was leaning on his broom he was using to sweep the floors and keep the workplace as ‘tidy’ as it could be. “Otherwise, they might burn and sting something fierce in the coming days.”

Jacob couldn’t allow that to happen. If his fingers on his dominate hand began to hurt, the work would become difficult, and he could lose his job. Hat back in place, he hurried over towards the nearby water bucket, but scrunched up his nose at the sight of the water.

It was dirty, hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, it seemed, and this was supposed to be the water they used to wash their hands. Ever since the Thames had been busied by boats, the water everywhere had gotten polluted, really. Even clean water from a pump was hard to find.

He relented. Jacob knelt down and put his hurt hand in the lukewarm water, flinching all the same from the attack it had on his injured fingers. “Hurts like hell!” he grumbled, moving his hand back up through the surface of the dirty water to look upon the injury once more in hopes it looked less worrying.

Still red and still a bit difficult to move for a bit.

“Keep moving them,” instructed the fellow worker, taking back to his task as he swept upon the floor. “It’ll hurt less if you at least keep those fingers active.” The man’s eyes shifted beyond Jacob to the woman heading their way. “Incoming trouble, lad,” he whispered between them. “Prepare yourself!”

“OI! You there!” shouted the female in Blighter’s clothing, gesturing angrily at where Jacob was just squatting.

Jacob turned to the angry voice, but not in time as the boot of the female found its mark upon his cheek and caused Jacob to fall from his stance and into the water bucket, which flipped over and soaked the man through from the act. He would have retaliated…fought back if he could…but his job and family life were on the line, so he resisted though clenched his teeth angrily at the outcome of this humiliation.

“Sitting there like a useless lump!” she scolded, hands on her hips at the sight. “The boss done told you to get to work on fixing the pressure in this engine! What are you doing!”

Her shouted words were unwelcomed, making Jacob grumble and roll his eyes out of sight of her. Fixing the bucket back into place and making sure his shilling necklace was still there and his hat was alright, he turned to the woman and raised a brow to her. “Doing as I was told, ma’am,” he said without fault, trying to bite back the sarcasm and annoyance in his tone as he spoke. “Machine hissed out some steam, and I was fixing my hand—.”

Before she could retaliate at what a bumbling idiot he was being, the whistle blew upon the chime of the clock to signal it was time to go home.

Jacob never felt such relief. The Blighters were relentless, and he wished, more than ever, that someone would stand up to them and take them down. For now, he couldn’t care to think on it. He could get a few hours with his family and a few moments of peace before work again.

Tearing off a bit of his off-white, untucked shirt, Jacob wrapped his hand for the time being after dipping the fabric in water he was able to retrieve from another mudded bucket in the factory before his leave.

It still burned like hell; however, his stomach was telling him that shouldn’t be his focus, and so his weary feet merely made him head back to his home back within Whitechapel in hopes there was enough food for dinner, as he hadn’t been paid enough coin to really buy even so much as a piece of bread.

Jacob smiled a weary smile at seeing the light of the candle in the front window, enticing him onward. His wife always lit it when he was at work in hopes to guide him back to her embrace long before their child was born. It was like a beacon of hope in some ways to her and a glowing comfort to him. Taking to the old wooden stairs that moaned under his weight, Jacob opened the door and let himself inside.

The home was quiet for now, but he could hear his wife in the kitchen cooking something, to which he felt relief of sorts as he wanted them to at least have something to fill their empty stomachs with. Breathing a sigh of content at being home again, Jacob removed his hat and tussled with his hair before plopping down exhaustedly on the old sofa they had.

As aged as the cushions were, Jacob felt comfortable and relaxed. If he could just close his eyes for a minute…

“Daddy!” cried out his little girl who was five-years-old. Her hair was kept back by a single headband, but her clothing…was the patched up shorts and overalls look for some reason—making Jacob wonder why she wasn’t in her dress like usual.

His weary, hazel eyes opening wider at that title, Jacob pressed a smile on his lips regardless of how tired he was. “Hey there, princess,” he chuckled, turning to grab onto her and hug her to his chest. Jacob was exhausted, yes, but the sight of his daughter made him forget the fact for the time being. Kissing her cheek, her giggling at the teasing of his beard against her skin, he held her close as she was one of the reasons he worked as hard as he did.

“I caught a frog today!” she expressed cheerfully at the innocent action.

Jacob’s chest shook with a stifled laugh. “Digging around in the mud again, are you? I am sure your mum appreciated that,” he commented lightheartedly, moving his palm to his eyes to try and rid them of the weary look and feel.

“She made me put him back,” the little girl pouted. “And she made me change my clothes again…”

“That explains what happened with the dress,” he comment, his eyebrows raising to add wrinkles to his forehead at the pieces fitting together now. “You’re not supposed to get all mudded up in nice clothes, love.”

“Jacob,” praised his wife as she came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands upon her apron before venturing over to kiss him on the other cheek and welcome him home. “It is good to see you!”

His wife was the other reason he continued to work so hard, making him move his arm about her to hug her tightly from where he was sitting as his legs just wanted to rest. “It is good to be home,” he admitted in a near whisper.

Noticing the bandaged hand, she motioned to their daughter. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go on and sit down for me in the dining room? Dinner will be ready in a minute.” With their daughter departing from the room, she tenderly touched his hand with a sigh to follow as she noticed he had torn at his shirt to make do for gauze. “Jacob…”

Her sigh was of disappointment, and Jacob noted it. Regardless of the fingers still being in pain, he moved them to hold her hand with a smile evident upon his features. “I am fine, love. Do not go fretting over me.”

“And you tore your shirt up…”

“It is nothing,” Jacob insisted, urging her closer to him as she had taken the seat beside him in time. His lips rested upon her forehead to try and still her worries. In that moment, he tried to redirect the conversation. “Dinner smells lovely.”

She flinched, toying with her apron a bit. “There’s not nearly enough,” she admitted between them, not wanting to alert their daughter to how hard times were. Seeing Jacob so tired and knowing he was hungry, she quickly leapt at the chance to get him some food. “I won’t eat tonight, Jacob,” she insisted.

“(Y/N),” he grumbled at the thought, not wanting her to starve.

“You’ve not eaten well in three days, Jacob!” she whispered in a scolding tone. “I’m worried about you!”

Jacob raised his hands to her concerns to silence them. “(Y/N), I am fine,” he murmured, though really, he was quite hungry. When it came to their lack of food, he always let his wife and daughter eat. He never wanted to take anything from them being the man of the house. He himself went to either stealing something from the streets or eating leftovers of things he found that butchers and bakers threw out.

It was the way he had to live, and if it meant he kept a house and his wife and daughter, then he would do it every day.

“I can give you some of my food,” she continued, knowing Jacob would probably not hear of it.

“I’ll be fine, love,” Jacob stressed upon every word. Kissing her once more, he motioned towards the dining room. “Come on. Let’s get dinner together, so you both get something in you. I’ll worry about myself tomorrow.”

After the small bit of bread, meat, and cheese was served between them, Jacob tucked in his daughter after kissing her goodnight with his wife and then headed to their own bedroom. He hardly had the energy to remove his clothes. Jacob pushed his boots off, at least, but then rested face first on the covers with his eyes already closed to try and find comfort in being able to unwind at near eight at night.

His wife’s hands upon his back, he hummed in content at feeling her touch upon his fatigued muscles. “I love you,” she whispered close to his ear, resting her cheek upon his messy and oily hair. “I love you and appreciate everything you do for us.”

Jacob’s eyes remained closed, but a smile spread across his lips at her words. “And that is what keeps me going, (Y/N), for I love you both dearly, and I would do anything for you…”

Okay but for real

can we talk about the amazing body positivity and diversity WWE is literally FULL of

i mean we have little tiny gals who are built AF

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and we have tall, curvy ladies who will mess you up and look amazing doing it

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and we have ladies with adorable kid-friendly aesthetics who are there to have a good time

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and then there’s the hardcore punk gals who are NOT messing around

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we have your conventionally pretty ladies

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and your impressive AF ladies 

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and even adorable-as-hell ladies you will never see coming

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and you will never ONCE hear an announcer (male OR female) say a word about these women’s bodies or appearance or rude euphemisms or anything even remotely of that nature

no–instead, the announcers can’t say enough about how amazingly talented these wonderful women are, their impressive athleticism, their heart, their fire, their drive. not what they find attractive about these gals or how much they like watching them or any number of other less complimentary things

they talk about the things that make these women athletes. what makes them the best of the best. what makes them FIGHTERS.

like i don’t even care what you think about WWE or if you think it’s silly or fake (which, duh, it is) or whatever else

if you don’t think this is refreshing as hell then i’m sorry but you’re wrong

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a lot of young girls dont consider the truly intricate association between a woman’s femininity (and expression of it) and her personhood. when you’re raised to perform elaborate methods to look presentable (makeup, skin care, shaving, waxing, etc) you see them as the norm and can very easily forget that your natural state is your ideal state. its easy to grow up hating your natural self and developing a dependency on make up, and often it does genuinely make you feel good to buy new makeup, try new products, try new looks because you’ve developed this relationship with looking a certain way and theres no quick way out of it. this “good feeling” doesnt stem from an innate need to put on concealer or feel terrible if you didnt have the time to and still have to leave the house. the need to have unnaturally clear skin, dark long lashes, blushing cheeks- it has eurocentric origins yes , but its also very much a reminder that our self esteem is very closely controlled by a select group of industries that heavily profit from our dependency. It’s more than that though. Men find ways to associate femininity with our respect. Punishments to misbehaviour always include threats of taking that away from us- when I was a child my father would threaten to shave my head, and I recently found out this isnt an uncommon occurrence. Shaving a womans head and parading her naked is something that was done by the French, the Spaniards, and probably all over the world. Men believe that this conformation to femininity is what makes us women- which is an extremely disrespectful theme that is being carried forward by mainstream liberal feminism. Womanhood is not defined by a set of beauty standards imposed on us by men to begin with, it is being born with a vagina and having that affect you every day of your life. It is all the unique experiences that negatively impact the quality of your life solely because you are a woman. There’s no need to defend the choice to wear makeup or be feminine. We need to step up for the butch women, the gnc women, the women brave enough to tell the world that they dont care who is watching or what anybody else wants. They have taken their personhood into their own hands. They are the ones who need our support and respect.

Sometimes I think JKR made Lily a ginger just so that Harry & Ginny could have the appropriate chromosomes to create red-haired children

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”

“lets make headcanons that ‘fix’ the sexism of the sixties" 

or lets not in case they get popular and people new to the fandom confuse your headcanon for irl canon, and instead lets openly talk about the sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, and all the other bigotry ingrained into the show because of the time period and environment it was written in, ya know, like adults.

like, stop fucking ignoring the problems and actively address them. Especially in a show that is ABOUT moving beyond and learning from our bigotry and prejudice, actively criticizing it can help future series or movies also learn from the problems and fix them.