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now i’m thinking about how men are like “hmm. i don’t get it” in regards to Barbie and how women spend their whole lives listening to men’s stories and learning how to relate to them abstractly because they’re not made for them. now the roles are reversed and instead of men being willing to find themselves in a story about women and motherhood and daughterhood, they shut down because they’re not forced to empathize the way women are.

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this interview with greta gerwig made me want to sob-throw-up

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“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.

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the body and its inhabitants

(aka ur fav local obsessive psychopathic cannibal-core)

Han Kang, The Vegetarian // I.B. Vayache, “Loved via Purpose” // Venetta Octavia, “I set in Stone” // Haruki Murakami, "Sputnik Sweetheart" // Margaret Atwood // Anne Sexton, “A Self Portrait in Letters” // Fortesa Latifi // Anne Sexton, "A Self Portrait in Letters" //

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the fact that this man's ETHEREAL breasts have been DEFILED with the name of that groomy predator hangnail of a woman pains me to no end

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"tan. we are not fucking in a public passenger car."

he had no idea why you were there. you had only just boarded at the last stop, with the strict and confidential incentive to find out where the prince was and subsequently shoot her between the eyes. you told yourself it was the professional thing to do; a good handler would never leave two grown men to face a teenage girl alone.

"it kinda looks like we are."

he's fast closing in on your spot at the end of the aisle. usually you tried to mind your business as much as the job allowed. tangerine and lemon were 'big boys' who could 'fend for themselves just fine, thanks pet.' but this time, rather than see them obliterated and rather than bruising their fragile Man egos™, you had chosen to discreetly take matters into your own hands.

"that's an interesting perspective. I thought we were working."

he breathes a laugh, chest heaving as he closes the distance between the rows of empty seats and where you stand. he'd be incredibly miffed if he figured out your scheme. positively petulant. but taking in his ragged appearance, his wild eyes and his determined huffs as he speeds into your space, you think he might be too happy to see you to care why you've come.

"sorry, lovie-"

he's not sorry at all, cheshire grin curling into your neck as he distracts your teasing with hot kisses to your pulsepoint.

"-you're just too fuckable."

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what time is it? oh yeah time for me to cry about aaron johnson being gr**med

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james "i love you" potter and sirius "it'll pass" black

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“i want something casual” cool well i want someone who will burn cities and start wars just to see my true smile

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TW: grooming

ok folx just watched bullet train which rekindled my love for atj which led me to find out THIS POOR MAN WAS GROOMED WTF.😭😭 Here are my initial angry thoughts bc I need to express them somewhere:

1. There is a difference b/t age gap relationships and grooming. I'll be the first to admit to the common connection between the two, but in a situation where everyone is actually a functioning adult (which is rare at 18-early twenties let's just say it) and everything is consensual, age gap relationships can be healthy. NOT SAYING THEY ALL ARE JUST SAYING ITS POSSIBLE

2. Aaron saying it's chill doesn't make it chill. Abusive situations alter a survivor's perspective AND we know nothing about the power dynamic b/t the two or how sam has effected his view of the situation.

3. using the fact that he pursued her first as a justification is so gross. WHAT NASTY ASS 40+ PERSON TAKES THE FLIRTING OF A TEENAGER AS A GREENLIGHT FOR A RELATIONSHIP

4. There is a difference between being a legal adult and a functioning adult. Assuming legal adults are ready and able to make all the safe and healthy choices that someone who has experienced/practiced independence and the grown world would is so problematic and nonsensical

5. SHE WAS HIS FUCKING BOSS WTF

I really am just so disturbed and I don't know what to do w myself

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james potter is a celine dion stan

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Perfect

Dad!Silco×Mom!Reader×Baby!Jinx

Pure tooth rotting fluff. SFW. Reader lactates and was pregnant with Jinx so pretty heteronormative? Tried not to use pronouns for reader and will do my best to be gender neutral in the future.

This is my first lil fic/drabble/imagine literally ever so pls pls pls be nice:)) ♡

Silco had always found you breathtaking in any light, from any angle. To his shame, that was the first thing he noticed about you. You were painfully attractive to him, as if you had sunk your dresden claws into his chest and dug out his beating heart as soon as the two of you had locked eyes. He had not expected your wit and intellect, your charm and perseverance to crush that heart to a quivering pulp. Even less did he expect your intense kindness and bewildering mutual adoration for him to mend it all together, until his heart was back in his chest, beating away happily, polished and shining with a finish it had never possessed before.

All this being said, there was something particularly devastating about the way you looked now, holding the precious infant the two of you shared to your breast. She suckled happily, lazily gazing up at you on the verge of sleep. You were in the corner, sitting in an armchair angled towards the large window behind his desk, just right of where he sat now, notes and paperwork completely forgotten. The soft green light emanating from that circular pane drenched you in an almost ethereal glow as you stared through the window before you, absentmindedly watching the bustling streets below and occasionally looking down to caress the cheek of your little one.

The sight made Silco want to cry.

You and that sweet little girl, whose powder blue hair remained a mystery to the both of you, were the reason he was still fighting. Still scratching and clawing and biting his way towards the free nation of Zaun. He would give anything and everything for the two of you to feel the sun on your faces, to see the streams of sunlight currently reserved for the blood soaked tops of Piltover finally light up your eyes.

Your hair curled gently around the nape of your neck as you shifted to peer down at baby Jinx, who with a full belly and a conscious so clear it could only be a child's, had drifted off to sleep in your loving arms.

He did not want to keep you shut away in the dark. Silco's love and their only child deserved to shine with the brilliance he knew the two of you had. Zaun was well on it's way to coming into it's own, but he knew the sins of his past lurked at every corner. The free city he had given his very soul to build would not remain loyal, would not remember him kindly. Silco had long ago accepted that he was the villain of this story, that the sacrifices he had made in order to see his people liberated in this lifetime were not all his to make.

He just hoped he would never be asked to choose between you and Zaun.

The nation would never survive his abandonment.

You must've felt his gaze on you as you adjusted your top to cover yourself. Your mouth curved into a gentle smile, as full of love as it was of mirth.

"Silco, my love. You know its impolite to stare."

Silco let out a breathy chuckle, rising slowly from his desk and rounding it to stand behind your chair. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your front and tucking his chin into your neck. He looked down at Jinx sound asleep in your embrace as you leaned your cheek into his.

"I love you."

Yours had not been an easy pregnancy, at least not by the third trimester. Jinx, light of his life that she was, had been a bit of a hellion inside you, kicking and squirming to her little heart's content. Although neither of you could exactly blame her for this, she had you in an almost constant state of discomfort on the best of days. On the worst, you could hardly hold yourself upright, cradling your swollen belly and trying hard not to groan at the pain.

There was a day when Silco walked into his office to find you bracing yourself on the windowpane, head curled down with your lip between your teeth, tears streaming silently down your face. You had less than a month to go at that point, and Silco had rushed to you with fear jolting through his veins like ice. Asking you what was wrong, rambling about sending for Singed, turning you to him and cupping your face in his hand while smoothing your hair with the other.

"She just won't stop kicking." You had whimpered quietly, "she's hitting my ribs and it's just really uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

Silco could've laughed had you not been in pain. Leave it to you to apologize for your own misery.

"You needn't apologize, sweetness." He cooed, "let me see if I can help."

Swiftly, he pulled your back flush to his chest, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your hands around his forearms as he rubbed your stomach a few times before sliding them down to the underside of your bump. He interlaced his fingers to cradle the bottom of your belly. He could feel Jinx wriggling around and made a note to give her grief for it when she was older.

"Lean into me." He had whispered.

You immediately did, ever pliant to his will and trusting of his intentions. He lifted gently as to take some of the weight off of your aching muscles. You sighed with relief as the strain of your daughter's body was lifted slightly off of your legs. After a moment, you gasped and Silco could feel the tension melt out of your shoulders. Jinx had settled, no longer drumming against your ribcage with her tiny feet.

"Better?"

You had turned to kiss his cheek and your hand went back into his hair. Silco's heart bloomed.

"Completely."

Five months later and there you sat, curled up in the chair he had bought for you, looking at him like he had hung the moon. You hummed at his confession and tucked Jinx a bit tighter into her blanket. She was perfect. You were perfect.

"Oh Silco, I'm sure I love you more."

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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Current Mood: In love with Doc Holliday

Tombstone (1993)

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September Love (Daft Punk x Earth Wind & Fire)

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