#Questioning patriarchy

[recsspecs]

‘It is difficult to bear with women who talk like me, Sita. It becomes easier if I accept that I have made a mistake. Then there is atonement for every sin. If I argue that I have not made any mistake, they will take pity on me. They will take my side, seeing me as the victim of an unjust allegation. But if I say, “Right or wrong, it’s my business; what has it to do with you? Who gave you the right or authority to judge?”, then nobody will be able to tolerate it’.

THE LIBERATION OF SITA volga Translated from the Telugu by T. VIJAY KUMAR & C. VIJAYASREE

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[princetore]

vox and velvette are dangerous in part because of how desperatedly they want to conform to certain social norms and valentino is dangerous im part because of how little he cares to

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Robin never really got boys talk.

When Sarah turned 14 she invited all the girls in band for a sleepover. It started out fun. After her parents went to bed they put on a creepy horror movie and watched it in a huge cuddle pile. They braided each other's hair and did each other's nails and squeezed each other during tense scenes and muffled their shrieks after a sudden jumpscare.

After that they watched another one. This time Sarah sneaked her mother's makeup kit down to the living room, and so lipstick and eyeshadow joined the mess of nail polish, hair clips and snacks already on the floor.

The second movie was different. In the first one, the blood was obviously fake and the acting wasn't the best (to say the least). But the second one was tense through and through. The cries of pain were so visceral that Robin shuddered, and in the end everyone was terrified. It was silently and unanimously agreed upon that everyone had had enough TV for the night. It was already 3 in the morning, but tomorrow was the weekend and right now Robin wouldn't be able to sleep even if she wanted to, and thus began Robin's first real boys talk.

It was funny at first. Sarah pretended to die of heartbreak when "the blond hot one" was unfortunately the second to die. Heather said the nerdy one with glasses and abs was cuter, which started a very heated discussion of whether blond or brown is the more attractive hair color. Robin had to defend her correct "redheads" opinion all by herself.

(When the others got into a stalemate Sarah turned to Robin. "C'mon", she pleaded, "you know that the blond one was hotter. Just tell us which one you found prettier! And don't forget that this is my birthday party."

Robin laughed at the ribbing, played a bit hard to get, until she finally admitted. "I actually found the first one who died the prettiest." Sarah was already halfway through her victory dance, when Robin corrected her. "No, I don't mean the dude. I mean the first one. The girl with the pink purse."

Everything was silent for a moment.

Then Emma laughed. "You don't have to be jealous Robin", she consoled, "you are also very pretty."

"Yeah, especially after our makeover!"

Robin laughed and agreed and continued on as if her world just hadn't been turned on its axis. Because she knew that the stirring in her gut and the beating of her heart had nothing to do with jealousy. She didn't find the blond one hot or the brunet one cute. That was the first time she really knew it. She liked the girl.)

It was a bit funny the first time, even though she couldn't really join. It got less funny the more it went on. Suddenly boys was the only thing everyone wanted to talk about. And worse: it wasn't just unreachable famous boys like singers or actors anymore. Suddenly it was all "oh, Steve Harrington is sooooo cute" or "oh my god, Tommy Hagan had suuuuuuch a glowup" and "I want to lick the sweat of his body after basketball practice" (this last one was applicable to multiple different people, including Steve and Tommy. It was not applicable for Chrissy when she exited cheerleading practice or Beth after football.)

She thought it would get better when Emma finally confessed to her crush and they actually got together, but no. It somehow got worse. Because "normal boy talk" turned into "experienced boy talk", and Robin wasn't allowed to admit that the only thing that got wet when she thought of Billy Hargrove was her mouth, because he made her want to throw up.

At first she'd say that she didn't have crushes. After a while of people refusing to believe her (even if she was telling the truth! Sometimes.) she started pretending to be into Steve Harrington. Every girl had a crush on Steve, so it made sense that she'd been embarrassed to admit that she was just like everybody else. He was way too far above her league for her friends to force her to "confess" and she could stare without fear when he passed by in the halls with the beautiful Tammy Thompson in his arms. Truly, it was a brilliant plan. It didn't stop the boys talk, though.

So she became a tomboy. She joined football and she hung out with boys and she cut her long hair into a bob. She lost a bit of touch with Emma and Sarah and the others, but she tried not to think about it too much. Instead she threw herself into sports and started hanging out more and more with Matt, the second trumpet in band.

And that was that. Sometimes she missed wearing dresses, but it was a relief not to have her mother insisting she "do something about that hair" anymore. She and Matt became best friends. She even considered telling him for a while. Until he sat her down and confessed his feelings.

She tried to let him down as gently as possible, and they never talked again. The cycle would repeat for multiple times.

Someone out there is laughing their ass off because who would have thought that the dude she pretended to have a crush on would turn out to be the missing half of her soul?

It started out like always. She teased him, he laughed. They suffered through customer service together. He was funny and surprisingly in touch with his emotions and apparently babysat a bunch of middle schoolers, which was equally hilarious and adorable to watch. They both enjoy sports and they both hate Billy Hargrove with a passion and Robin is heartbroken because she knows she can't get attached. She has already been through this too many times to allow it to happen again. She gets close with a guy, they become best friends, he confesses, she can't reciprocate, they never talk again.

This is what is going to happen. She should already be used to it, but it still hurts. It's better for her to keep her distance. To encourage him to flirt with other girls, even if she can see that he mostly does it to amuse her.

And then they uncover an actual real life Russian spy network right beneath their place of work like some fucking blockbuster. And then they are pumped up with drugs and the next thing she knows is that they are both throwing up in a cinema bathroom.

And then it happens. Of course it happens.

He starts his little speech and her heart is already breaking. She surprises herself when she realizes how much she started enjoying Steve's company. He is a dingus, but she is also a dingus and they just fit.

She is already preparing her apology in her head (oh fuck work is going to be so awkward), but what comes out instead is what she wishes she could've said every time this happened. What she wished she could have said every time she got close to another person, every time her parents questioned if she finally found a boyfriend. Something she really tried not to feel ashamed of, but it was so fucking hard when you had to keep it hidden all the time.

(She remembers when she used to train in front of the mirror. She would stare at herself and repeat again and again "I am Robin Buckley and I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian. I am-")

She doesn't breathe as she waits for what she knows what comes next. What has to come next. There is a reason she never told anyone, always kept it hidden and to herself even if she wanted to scream it into the world. He will mock her and he will out her and he will be disgusted and-

"Tammy Thompson?!"

Instead they have girls talk. And Robin finally gets it.

[liquidstar]

maybe im overthinking, but do you ever think abt how in episode 1, utena justifies wearing the boys uniform by saying its not against the rules? while this was clearly a "gotcha" moment against that stuffy teacher, i feel like it also shows how shes still functioning within the parameters of the ohtori system. like, yeah, shes being rebellious, but its a form of rebellion that isnt actually revolutionary- shes still following the rules propagating the structure built around the patriarchal prince, shes just doing it in the "opposite" way of whats expected, but shes not actually fighting it. though, of course, even this much deviance still tries to get corrected... its still not against the rules. i feel like from the beginning we're told aspiring to princedom isn't a noble goal, and that utena is still part of the system as long as she pursues it

[lilbrattythoughts]

[recsspecs]

‘I can’t stay without him even for a day. Neither can he without me. He is unlike other men,’ Sita said shyly. ‘All men are the same, Sita. Especially in the matter of their wives.’ ‘My husband is not such a person. He will enquire into truth and untruth.’ ‘But he does enquire, doesn’t he?’ Ahalya said sarcastically. ‘Meaning?’ ‘Meaning … What does conducting an enquiry imply, Sita? Distrust, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be better, instead, to believe in either your innocence or guilt?’

THE LIBERATION OF SITA volga Translated from the Telugu by T. VIJAY KUMAR & C. VIJAYASREE

[kitten-anika]

I’m so curious, how do dominant men feel about each other?

please tell me🥺

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ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔞

ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔪

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰

𝔄 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔬; 𝔄 𝔠𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔬 𝔲𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪

𝔄 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔢𝔪; 𝔄 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬

𝔄 𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢; 𝔄 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔦𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔦

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦 𝔭𝔞𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲

ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔪

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔧𝔲𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦; 𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔢; 𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢

𝔊𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞

ℌ𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔥𝔦, 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦; ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔞

ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔲𝔰; ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔲𝔰

ℑ𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞; ℑ𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔞 𝔳𝔬𝔠𝔢

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔬𝔰; ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔰

ℑ𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔞; ℑ𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔬

ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔪

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫‘ 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔧𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔰, 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰, 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔞𝔦𝔫’𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫‘

ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔪

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰

ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪; ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔪

𝔇𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰

(𝔈𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫)

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔞

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱; 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢; 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡; 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔩; 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔢

𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢; 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰

𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱; 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢; 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔬𝔡’𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭; 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯; 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰

𝔗𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲; 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢

𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪��𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫; 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰; 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰

ℑ𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡; ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫‘ 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔧𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔏𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔰, 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰, 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫‘, 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔞𝔦𝔫’𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫‘

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔰𝔢𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱

The Initiation by Mykki Blanco ❤️‍🔥

@invincible-selfxmade-punk @wayward-cat @bethanythestrange @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo @necro69mancer

[lost-my-sanity1]

i don't know if some (i mean most) women will ever realise how misogynistic and patriarchal they are. and it really pains me to see my friends, family members, neighbours defend men like their life depends on it.

[nyan-bynary]

I think it says a lot about how every man that's the best at what they do in jjk (toji, gojo,sukuna to some extent) seem to be genuinely uninterested and unenthusiastic about life outside of jujutsu to the point of not even bothering to try to have a life even remotely separate from it (gojo's "good at everything" but he doesn't have hobbies and the author themselves can't even imagine him happy. said he'd rather be a freeloader if he lived in a world without CE, toji started freeloading off women and gambling his life away the moment things got hard after leaving the zenin clan, sukuna's... whole entire everything... especially in the last chapter) these men are overworked, dehumanized AND REALLY FUCKING DEPRESSED to the point where the thrill of almost dying everyday fighting curses and sorcerers is the only thing keeping them going...

[catch-needed-hobbies]

Part 2 of the All Elite Wrestling X Pokémon pairings | Part 1

Adam Copeland & Haxorus

Christian Cage & Pyroar (female)

Mariah May & Milotic

Thunder Rosa & Ampharos

Deonna Purrazzo & Absol

Hangman Adam Page & Mudsdale

Eddie Kingston & Nidoking

Danhausen & Impidimp

Riho & Tinkaton

Skye Blue & Midnight Lycanroc (shiny ver.) (Suggested by @newbreedrainbowfish)

[lured-into-wonderland]

What does Nunnaly look for in a lover.?

A lover? Let’s see. I think that Nunnally has mutually excluding expectations for a lover (or for any romantic-leaning relationship she might develop). She’s looking for a man, who will be respectful and accepting for her need for freedom. She had always considered herself 'a bird in a gilded cage', so she is really looking for someone, who would be willing to open this cage for her. Let her fly alone, make her own decisions, and learn from her own mistakes.

But Nunnally has never had a healthy relationship in her life. She doesn’t know what it means to be in one. She has not had a chance to observe it as well. Her parents' marriage was an abusive one. Her father made sure she could not form any meaningful connection, and that he was the only person she could consider close.

So, as a result she misunderstands 'abuse' with 'affection'. One has to earn to be loved. As much as she dreams about unconditional love, she doesn't believe it exists. And she considers someone, who is open and straightforward, as rude and ill-mannered. That is why she tends to ignore red flags (she says she likes red).

Nunnally wants freedom, but she is also afraid of it. She wants to know that the door of the cage will always remain open, and whenever she is in trouble there will be someone else who would deal with the mess she made. She wants a man who will be there for her and only her. A strong one. And powerful enough so that she can continue to have a luxurious life she has.

And as much as Nunnally wants a change, she is not ready for a change, and was made believed she would not survive the change.

So, she needs a man who is manipulative enough to give her the illusion of getting all she wants…

…or a man that is patient enough to let her grow and accept that would be painfully slow process.

@swordduels

[limononada]

I am, frankly, disturbed by the amount of misogyny I see everyday not only from men, conservatives or incels but from people who claim to be "leftist" and "progressive" and I feel like I am freaking out because it really feels like women are truly alone in this world and the only ones fighting for ourselves and our rights. And I am truly scared for the future of women and girls.

[anxietyfrappuccino]

it just occurred to me that telling my faded cousin i'm aroace might out me to queerphobes, but at the same time, i love to make people uncomfortable and confused with my mere existence

[x-heesy]

Vɪᴇʀɴᴇs sᴀɴᴛᴏ. Bᴇʀᴄɪᴀɴᴏs ᴅᴇ Aʟɪsᴛᴇ, 1971. Pʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ Rᴀғᴀᴇʟ Sᴀɴᴢ Lᴏʙᴀᴛᴏ.

Nᴏᴡ Yᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ Gᴏᴛ Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Dɪᴇ Fᴏʀ ʙʏ Lᴀᴍʙ ᴏғ Gᴏᴅ