Babe, you okay? you reblogged “and we were nice to each other” like 12 times again

"I like this morally grey character with villainous motives and intentions because they've suffered unspeakable tragedy as a young person and have witnessed bigotry and hatred firsthand and I relate to them because of it and even though they're not going about it the right way their heart's in the right place" and "I like this morally grey character with villainous motives and intentions because they're hot" are ideas that can coexist

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

Mine to care for. To protect. To cherish. To love. To talk to. To spend time with. To hold. To be there for. Mine but always mine to love and take care of instead of control

Let's summarize states, let's start off easy with Indiana:

Indiana is Corn and Casinos, nothing else is in Indiana

I'm already seeing guys complain about the Barbie movie end, how they wanted Kens to be equal in Barbieland but were only given a small part on the Cabinet.

That's the point.

“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

Certain People: THE BARBIE MOVIE IS ANTI-MEN

anyone who actually paid attention: the Barbie movie is about how both matriarchy and patriarchy are damaging to people and that no one will be happy as long as people feel unequal and you shouldn’t base your happiness on once person and you shouldn’t force your feelings on another person, especially if they’ve told you that they’re not interested in you. In this essay I will

Nanami Kento - First year student vs Grade 1: Jujutsu Sorcerer

A housewife takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work. Not aware that 9 year old son was hiding in the closet. Her husband came home unexpectedly, so she hid her lover in the closet. The boy now has company.

Boy: ‟Dark in here.” Man: ‟Yes it is.” Boy: ‟I have a baseball.” Man: ‟That’s nice.” Boy: ‟Want to buy it?” Man: ‟No, thanks.” Boy: ‟That’s my dad outside.” Man: ‟How much did you say the baseball was again?” Boy: ‟$250.”

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom’s lover are in the closet together.

Boy: ‟Dark in here.” Man: ‟Yes, it is..” Boy: ‟I have a baseball glove.” Man: ‟That’s nice.” Boy: ‟Want to buy it?” Man: ‟No, thanks.” Boy: ‟I think I just remembered something I needed to tell my dad.” Man: ‟How much did you say the glove was again?” Boy: ‟$750.” Man: ‟Fine.”

A few days later, the father says to the boy, ‟Grab your glove. Let’s go outside and toss the baseball!” The boy says, ‟I can’t. I sold them.” The father asks, ‟How much did you sell them for?” The son says, ‟$1,000.” The father says, ‟It’s terrible to over-charge your friends like that. That is way more than those two things cost. I’m going to take you to church and make you confess.”

They go to church and the father alerts the priest and makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and closes the door.

The boy says, ‟Dark in here.” The priest says, ‟Do not start that shit again.”

JEFF WE TALKED ABOUT THIS

I hate that so many authors reduce the “new adult” genre into “young adult but explicitly horny” NO!!!! I want characters of a similar age as me with much more depth into the themes and ethics and morals and a more engaging style of writing!

Also if I’m reading a fantasy I’m not there for intense smut. Sorry to people who like smutty fantasy but the main genre is fantasy and the secondary genre is the romance. They are not advancing the plot with their sex and the main woman getting eaten out all the time. Keep the plot moving. There is only so much sex they can have!

Mature writing ≠ young adult fiction + more explicit sex

Mature writing does not even require sex at all! Everyone is too focused on sexy time and not on having more advanced writing. All the recommendations I see online are like that and I get so turned off because they don’t actually help my enjoyment of reading

i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times

Gotta recirculate this post periodically just cuz

Just don't read the post too many times.

Oh god oh fuck

Anne Carson (2009)

Arthur S. Way (1898)

George Theodoridis (2010)

Ian C. Johnston (2010)

E.P. Coleridge (1910)

Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)

John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)

R. Potter (1906)

M. L. West (1987)

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Philip Vellacott (1972)

Michael Wodhull (1782)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

David Kovacs (2002)

Andrew Wilson (1993)

Euripides - Original (408 BCE)

i AM a tim energy drink truther btw. jolt. josta. red bull. rockstar. monster energy my friend monster energy. the trashy ones. the skater park ones. the ones you get at the convenience store and collect the tabs and put them in chains or on shoelaces. trust me when i say that the vibe of the completely innocuous and loser rebellion of drinking those things bc theyre 'unhealthy' fits him. the status of them amongst suburban white children. they do serve the purpose of keeping you awake whether you want to or not and personally break through my own caffeine tolerance.

like tim IS the kind of person to just run on fumes til he passes out and the coffee thing is fanon yadda yadda but i just. think that nothing is funnier than tim "canonically drove a car at 14 and has a skateboard" drake collecting drink can tabs. because he would. to me

Tim is canonically BIG into grape-flavored drinks (Dick also likes Zesti, though I do not remember if he has a flavorite flavour) called Zesti.

Zesti is one of the two big soda companies in DC canon (think their Pepsi to their Coca-Cola) with the competing, more popular drink being Soder.

Hilarious to me is that canonically (to before New52) Zesti was made with addictive well water and cola nuts from Santa Prisca (the island where they were doing the Venom experiments and Bane got pumped full of Venom to begin with) so like... literally addictive well water and potentially Venom-tainted cola nuts.

And then, apparently, the addictive water well got destroyed so they had to find a substitute amd we never even know what they chose XD

Tim is biiiig on Zesti.

It's his and Dick's favourite drink canonically for Pre New52!

Forget caffeine the boy is hopped up on Zesti and that's 100/10 fully in character for him.

Also I feel like he used to play that game where you move the tab up and down saying letters until it breaks off and then you keep it until you can string enough of them together to have a name, be it yours or your friend.

He definitely has can tabs mixed in with his possessions, just rattling in a drawer or at the bottom of his backpack / bag / belt pouch.

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you just RB this?

The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform

here lemme help

*ahem*

reblog this post to kiss the person you reblogged it from

hope that works :)

THANK YOU THIS IS MAKING MY BRAIN SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAA

THIS IS SO SATISFYING ITS LIKE A GROUP OF PLANKTON OR A RAILWAY CHART...

look how beautiful we all are

if i were a fantasy protagonist i would NOT be seduced by promises of power but i WOULD be seduced by an illusory life of peace and tranquility. an evil wizard would go like "give up on trying to kill me and you can chill in this beautiful magic meadow for the rest of eternity" and i'm already nodding yes. "IT'S NOT REAL!" my companions would scream, but i don't care. i'm in the wizard mind prison eating grapes, soaking up a sunbeam. someone else can fight a dragon. it's literally not my business anymore.

the story of the girl who doesn't recognize herself in the mirror is a story with which i am all too familiar. it's a story i've read many times, and lived more than once. i know the girl who won’t let anyone too close. who, right before she gets everything she wants, throws it all away. simply out of fear.

i am her.