#for people who love Gabriel

[monarchberrysblog]

Thinking about Dionysus! Gabriel...

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Dionysus! Gabriel who praises the very ground you walk on the moment he sees you. This man is so distraught by seeing your very existence as he refuses to believe that you were left behind by a man-- a man you fell in love with after helping him kill the minotaur.

Left behind on an island called Naxos, he abandoned you, leaving you behind and sailing away, only seeing you as a liability more than anything as he pursued you to get closer to your sister...

The sight of you on the grainy sand with fear in your eyes felt like he just saw a puppy getting kicked to the side while fending for their life. The look of fear is legible, enough for any sane man to feel sympathy, especially for Gabriel.

Dionysus! Gabriel who literally fell in love with your beauty the moment he saw you sleeping on the sand, seeing how soft and warm you are.

Your soft figure is the first thing he takes in like wine, seeing your full, chubby figure. The toga did your figure justice, seeing your soft thighs peeking and seeing your soft, pudgy tummy against your toga.

After poking you awake with a stick, he looks into your warm, inviting eyes after you open them. He knew he had to take you in when your eyes landed on his.

Dionysus! Gabriel who takes you in, inviting you to his home, not wanting to see the look of fear in your eyes. Nowhere else to go (since you were hungry and thirsty), you oblige.

This 'home' in question was his 'cult,' and its members, such as women, slaves, and non-citizens, always enjoyed each other's company and drank wine—lots and lots of wine. The space immediately became your home, taking care of you and allowing his individuals, specifically letting the women play with your hair. (They love to play with your hair and braid it.)

Dionysus! Gabriel who feeds you grapes from his vineyards. Your eyes always shined in excitement when you tasted the sweet fruit. The sweet juices were a burst of flavor for you, along with the other fruits he offered.

Gifts slowly came in like a low tide at night, always offering you the first bite before he took a bite after you. But the final straw for the man was seeing you devour a peach he cut in half.

Seeing you eating a peach, juices rolling down your chin, the sticky juices on the tip of your nose, and you want to add honey to the already sweet fruit, the man swore he got a stroke at the adorable sight.

Dionysus! Gabriel who would do anything for you, even giving you a custom-made crown just for you after agreeing with his proposal. The crown became a sensation, to the point the women in your homeland wore them.

Then Gabriel (a hopeless romantic) takes your crown and shows it to the sky as a constellation, showing his undying love for you, forever showing mortals that he loves you and would do anything. And I mean anything...

Dionysus! Gabriel has beef with the demi-god, not knowing that the man would come after his beloved, killing you and sending your soul down to the underworld. After hearing this, he goes to the underworld to retrieve your soul and brings you to Mount Olympus, officially making you a goddess.

Dionysus! Gabriel and you will argue, but nothing too serious to break your love for one another. An instance of killing a spider comes to mind as you plead for the intimidating god to kill the spider, only for him to join you on the tree, not wanting to deal with the teeny spider that scared you.

"Why won't you kill it?"

"It has eight eyes!"

"You literally turned pirates into dolphins a while ago..."

"That's different!"

"Maybe if we don't move, it'll go away..."

"Gabriel..."

Dionysus! Gabriel who will be black-out drunk with you in the most hilarious way possible. While intoxicated, the man says that he's the most charismatic while drunk. What he meant is literally him getting on his knees for you and begging repeatedly. Non-stop, not taking a moment to breathe.

But most nights after partying in the morning felt like a trip of THC as you would wake up on Gabriel drooling on his chest while having a blanket half-assed on y'all nude bodies. But every time the two of you woke up in each other's arms, the man could barely recall how the two of you ended up on the same bed (Not that he minded or anything).

"Morning, Gabriel..."

"How did we end up here?"

"I have no idea..."

"Let's not think about it, love..."

Dionysus! Gabriel, who would give you the most intimate love sessions with you, not being harsh but rather sweet and slow. The way you mew under him, feeling his cock fill you, it was enough to fill him with euphoria. "There we go, you're doing so good..."

The soft praises were always replied with soft mews and moans, while the smooth, passionate strokes always left you clawing on his bicep. "How are we feeling? Is it too much?" He croons before a soft moan fills the area. Your hands reach up and comb through his hair, feeling your fingers intertwine with the wild vines that decorate his hair. "No, it's good..." You whine from underneath him, turning your attention to him once again.

The look in your eyes makes the man into a frenzy. "You're gonna look so good as a mama with your belly swelling with my baby."

The man gave you a fruitful of cute, chubby babies ever since...

This will get low activity, but since I have some mutuals who love Gabriel, here you go! 🩷

[robo-boy]

if cal and andre were to play roblox cal would play the stupid shit. like "guess the logo" and dress to impress

i think andre would play arsenal and horror games. he has a deep hatred for the dumb, cheesy games cal likes

eventually cal would convince andre to play some fuckass game like "scary cart-ride 3" and he would secretly enjoy it

on the other hand cal would fail miserably at playing any of the games andre likes. he is NOT a gamer

[scribblepleb]

Basically the end of Act II

[drowningparty]

Thinking so hard about Gabrielle in Seeds of Faith. I always love the scenes where Gabrielle and Ares are alone and he tries to tempt her with power. Obviously she never falls for it, she's too smart for that, but I like how much Ares respects her abilities & how much she's grown. Ares sees her potential to be a great warrior, even giving her a taste of godhood b/c he knows part of her does want the power to change the world and make it a better, kinder, safer place, and she's already spent all of S4 learning sometimes words aren't enough.

No one else is willing to see that side of her b/c no one else wants to believe sweet Gabrielle would choose violence, even though she's destined to eventually take Xena's place and succeed her as a warrior who fights to defend those who cannot defend themselves. Even Xena refuses to see it, reprimands her for getting too 'dagger-happy' b/c she still wants to think of Gabrielle as the peace-loving bard, even though she's not that woman anymore. Ares sees it, he's been paying attention. He thinks she could be a god. She could be anything.

[ivyinforests]

”That’s why I— that’s why you’re you” and “You don’t know how much I love— that” is my favorite category of lines.

[sloyla]

We, the real Felix lovers who loved him since the Felix episode, really need to have the most weird looking party ever. Like imagine...

The party room is filled with red lights and instead of a disco ball we have the Red Moon on top of us. There are feathers everywhere like confetties. We are all wearing either suits, Argos themed hoodies or magican costumes. Everyone is dancing (or crying) to the songs from a Felix Fathom Graham de Vanily playlist that we made. And if you don't want to dance you can just play chess with people or read books that Felix would love to read.

Go on and watch something about horses and magic tricks or Miraculous episodes that has Felix in it. Have a tea time that you can talk about your own or favorite fanarts and fan fictions. If you want exchange sonething, discuss some topics etc.

Also there is a notebook in the corner that you can write your favorite Felix lines. On the walls, there are posters of Amilie Kagami and Adrien that you can draw hearts on and target boards that have Gabriel and Colt's picture that you can throw knives at.

After the party, you can take a rabbit plushie with you as a present to always keep somewhere in your room or moon lamps to put near your bed.

[speaking-from-the-abyss]

Guys I know we're all losing our minds and are heartbroken over the finale with Crowley and Aziraphale, but can we talk about Gabriel and Beelzebub? Can we?

Can we talk about how their relationship and the way it progresses is so fucking cute? Can we talk about how they're what Crowley wanted for him and Aziraphale and it was only after seeing somebody else doing it he allowed himself to hope for the same? Can we talk about how the only reason they work out as a couple is cause both of them decided they are the most important thing to each other, and how it didn't work the same for Crowley and Aziraphale because the last one unconsciously decided that no, actually, there are more important things than Crowley like making the world a better place? Can we tak about how Gabriel –the ARCHANGEL FUCKING GABRIEL– could accept Beel as a demon and a lover but Aziraphale couldn't do the same, thus not allowing himself to love him romantically as he is, and how much realizing and seeing that must have hurt Crowley? Can we talk about how Aziraphale is always looking for the best in Crowley and only thinks about what he could be (aka an angel again) but in the process ignores and dismisses what Crowley is or wants to be, and how not even FUCKING GABRIEL did that for Beel, but instead saw them for who they are and accepted them, while also falling in love with them as they were and accepting his own feelings without asking Beel to change, and how Beel did the same for him? Can we talk about how they change for each other not because they're asked to, but because they want to? CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'RE SO IN LOVE AND SYNC WITH EACH OTHER THAT IT ONLY TAKES THEM A FEW MOMENTS TO DECIDE YEAH WHATEVER FUCK THIS AND LEAVE TOGETHER???

Listen I have feelings about Gabriel and Beel okay. I've had this ship for less than a day but if anything happened to them I'd scream.

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[st4rry4pples]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

BIG DAY FOR ME!!!!

[heytheredeann]

These are my words That I've never said before So Far Away by Staind

The bad times were the good times.

[fernsnouveau]

What if we suggested that if you can't defend the Miraculous S5 ending without sounding like Mother Gothel, don't do it at all?

[thisdreamsalive]

I've been waiting for the Umbrella Academy since I was 15 because it's literally been in development (was originally supposed to be a movie) for that long and I feel like I just wasted the past 13 years of my life being invested in it for them to fuck it up spectacularly at the final hurdle

[fizzydreamz]

The War

A/N: Gabriel Lore is being dropped RIGHT NOW! I hope you all like it!

Word Count: 2.7k (It's a lot but it goes by so fast.)

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Gabriel also has a mild panic attack (If I missed something let me know so I can update it-)

Betrayal. 

“Violation of a person’s trust or confidence, of a moral standard” (Merriam Webster). 

It was a quiet morning in the Heavenly Realm of Paradisus Collei. The streets were mildly busy with angels hurrying off to finish off tasks set by the gods. Morning doves cooed softly while basking in the golden rays of the sunlight, and Gabriel was kneeled down in the Chamber of Lady Neptune, catching about the possible future for archangels concerning the Earthly Realm. His hands were folded neatly onto his lap before he softly spoke out. 

“You want us to establish a church down in Sandoria? But why?”

“It seems that there has been quite a bit of trouble between humans in these past few months. We need guardians to protect the young children that are in dire need. If you and the others were to take some of the lower angels that would be a great service to humanity.”

Gabriel’s lips pressed into a tight, thin line. He never dealt with humans nor went down to the Earthly Realm. His mind swarmed with different kinds of thoughts and situations that could happen while he was there. 

“What if the humans do not want to be saved?” Gabriel asked, his hands gripping the white silk of his robes. “Will all our time and effort be for nothing?”

“Only save those who want to be saved, Young Gabriel.” Neptune said with a small smile. Her large pale hand gently lowered to softly pat his head. “The reason you are doing this is to only help those in need, not help those who could care less. Do not be discouraged by those who push you away.”

“Yes, you’re right. My apologies for my doubt, My Lady.” Gabriel bent down and pressed his face to the ground, his eyes glaring holes into it while he continued to process the instructions of his possible future. Slowly, he sat up and pushed his short golden curls out of his face. He took a few deep breaths before opening his mouth to speak. “..Lady Neptune, if I may, can I ask you a question-”.

SLAM.

The doors to the chamber suddenly burst open and two Seraphim rushed in with long spears in hand. One of them in which Gabriel recognized. He had thick ebony hair, pulled into a low ponytail, brown skin, seven sharp golden eyes and silver armor. It was Silas, his mentor and one of the lucky ones who stood next to the All Mighty One’s throne. 

“Permission to speak, My Lady!” Silas spoke up, a clear and sharp indication of urgency.

“Permission granted, please speak.” Neptune stood up fully. Her long pink hair flowing gracefully behind her as she walked past Gabriel and towards the two guardians.

“There’s been an attack in the main streets of the city! Other angels are declaring war on the gods and even themselves, ma’am!”

Gabriel’s eyes widened at the sudden news and suddenly the air filled with a sense of dread and discomfort. 

“The gods demand that all strong angels come and assist in this manner. We’ve come to collect Prince Gabriel as he is capable of fighting. Please release him to us so that we can get him fully armored. Prince Micheal is already waiting for him in the Chamber of The Mighty.”

Lady Neptune looked over her shoulder and silently nodded. She could see the look of fear that washed over the young angel but had no choice. “Alright, I release him to you. Do what you must.”

“Thank you, My Lady!” Silas said while beckoning over Gabriel. He then turned to the blonde and leaned forward, his eyes scanning him closely. “Come with us. We must get you ready.” 

Nothing else was said while Gabriel was escorted out of the water goddess’s sea-blue chamber by the ocean and up the path to the main city. The closer they got to the gates the louder Gabriel could hear it. The screams of angels which filled the heavy air. Blood-curdling. Horrifying. His head buzzed with white noise and his heart started pounding viciously against his ribcage. He didn’t want to continue forward. However, he knew the two guards in front of him would prevent him from standing still. So, instead, he drifted back even farther than he already was, taking long drawn out steps. 

Silas glanced over his shoulder and noticed his slow pace before completely halting. A deep sigh left him before fully turning around as he looked Gabriel in the eyes. “I hear it too.” He said quietly. “I know this is sudden, but we cannot keep the others waiting.” 

Gabriel didn’t respond. His pupils were dilated and his throat tightened. It felt constricted as if someone was wrapping their hands around it and squeezing until there was no air. He didn’t realize at first but when he lifted his left hand to place it over his chest it was shaking, his whole body was. Silas noticed immediately and carefully grabbed his hand.

 It was cold to the touch. 

“Gabriel. Gabriel, listen to me.” Silas’s voice was still quiet, like a hushed whisper but still held its firm tone. “Breathe. In and out.”

The archangels' breathing was rapid and shallow. He swallowed thickly before attempting to calm himself down. Once his shaking settled down, Silas let go of him. “We need to keep moving. Stay close to us.” 

A silent nod is all Gabriel could muster up before they continued on their way. When they entered through the gates, a strong smell of sickly sweet iron rushed like a wave to his nostrils. It made him gag. He wanted to throw up. But he proceeded anyway. Loud commanding shouts were heard from above as Gabriel glanced up to see who it was. He saw other high ranked angels in the sky above several buildings, taking orders from another Seraphim to “protect whoever they could and kill whoever stood in their way”.

“Gabriel.” Silas called out to him, snapping him out of his staring daze.

“Sorry..” He meekly apologized, not realizing how long he was spacing out for and looked forward. 

~

Eventually, they arrived at the large white temple of the All Mighty. Every ranked angel was rushing in and out the doors, fully equipped and armed. Silas mumbled silent apologies while pushing through the crowd. Down the long hallway and a sharp turn to the left they then entered the occupied armory. There stood Micheal next to all the different kinds of weaponry, fully covered in his own plate of silver armor and equipped with a large sheathed sword hanging from the hip of his garter belt. His golden eyes scouted the room until they fell upon Silas, his posture straightening as they approached. “Silas. Whenever you are ready, so am I.” He said with a salute.

“Good.” Silas replied and stepped to the side to let Gabriel step forward. “Micheal is going to be your partner. You two will stick together at all times. Do not lose sight of each other.”

“Understood.” Both archangels say in unison. 

 “And you.” Silas turned to the other seraphim who had been traveling with them. “Go ahead and help with instructing the others. The more help the better.” 

“Of course, sir.” He replied and sprinted off. 

After a moment of silence, Micheal guided Gabriel over to the armor stands. “Pick whichever one you’d like.” Gabriel’s stomach tightened as he examined the different armor classes. Silently, his hands reached out for the set of golden colored armor. Micheal nodded and assisted him in putting it on along with adding his own garter belt and sword sheath.  It was quite heavy and felt like he was carrying a boulder on the back of his shoulders. Nevertheless, he stood tall and walked over to the weapon stands reaching for a sword. Picking it up, Gabriel examined the writing engraved on the blade.

 Strength comes not from a weapon but from the heart. 

That made his confidence crawl forward just by an inch. He decided this was the weapon of his choice and slowly put the sword away. 

“Are you ready?” Silas asked as both men turned to him. 

“Yes.” Micheal answered, shortly. But Gabriel still continued to not say anything. He just looked up at Silas with a tight frown. His gray-blue eyes swirling with uncertainty and anxiety. 

“Alright then, let us go. We are heading to the east side of the city. Before coming to retrieve you, Gabriel, there was a need for backup.” 

All three of them exited the chamber and fled to the east. More wails and cries were heard while many lower angels fled to get somewhere safer. It was a morbid slaughterhouse. Some had their wings torn and ripped, clothes tattered, faces bloodied. Others were lying on the sides of the road crying out for mercy, coughing up blood or passing out from blood loss. The scene once again made Gabriel nauseous as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment while he muttered a small prayer to himself. 

‘Lady Neptune, please hear my prayer. I need your strength and guidance during this awful time. My heart is filled with dread and worry but I know through all things you will calm my heart. Your humble servant, Gabriel.’ 

One deep inhale through his nose, his eyes snapped back open to focus on the task ahead. Rounding the corner of a building to the right, Silas stopped dead in his tracks, making Micheal and Gabriel do the same. There was a loud cry for help ahead of them as a young guardian angel was slowly backing away from another. The other’s face was filled with malice. A sick, twisted grin spread across her face as she stepped closer, holding a sharp sickle in her hands. Before either of them could speak, Silas looked at the both of them and said in a hushed whisper. “This is a reminder to you both. Do not spare a single one. If you see any angel being harassed by any danger, kill the perpetrator.” 

Then, in an instant, Silas rushed towards the two angels and quickly plunged his spear into the back of the hostile one. She wheezed aggressively and tumbled forward but Silas kept shoving the spear deeper before twisting it harshly and pulling out. She collapsed to the ground face first and her weapon slid out her hands only a few centimeters from her. The other stood there speechless. His face white with fear as his body shook intensely. 

“Be not afraid, my child.” Silas said calmly, wiping the blood from his spear with his gloves.“Take that weapon and be prepared to defend yourself. And please get somewhere safe.”

Doing what he was told, the angel grabbed the weapon and ran away. Gabriel and Micheal soon ran over to the side of Silas and looked down at the deceased angel that laid down motionless on the cobblestone grounds. 

“Heavens.” Micheal looked away while Gabriel covered his mouth in sickness. 

“Come along, we still have more of this side to patrol.” Silas turned away and began to walk down the path they were originally supposed to go. 

“T-this can’t be real.” Gabriel stammered and swallowed thickly, following Silas. “Killing our own kind? This is insanity. I mean, just a few days ago everything was fine.”

“Whoever is responsible for this will get what is coming to them.” Micheal replied. “Who in their right mind would ever think to declare war on their own kind?”

Gabriel couldn’t pinpoint a correct answer. His brain sorted through every possible person until it landed on one specific individual. Someone that had been acting strange for weeks now. Someone who hadn’t been seen for days.

“..It couldn’t be.” He breathed. 

“Who?” Micheal questioned. 

There was the sound of  two familiar voices that rang through one of the coming up alleyways. One of them sounded calm and the other sounded like they were in a frenzied state. It made Gabriel freeze in an instant. Micheal also heard as well.

 It sounded a lot like..

Immediately, both of them ran ahead of Silas and up to the conversation. Silas took a double take before shouting for them to come back. But it was too late, they swung around the corner and there they found Lucifer Morningstar standing above Uriel with a dagger in hand. Uriel was battered and discolored with bruises, whimpering pleas to stop while tears rolled down his face.

Gabriel’s eyes widened as he stepped closer and shouted. “Lucifer?! What are you doing?!” 

The orange haired angel flinched, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the two archangels fully geared. A small laugh of inconvenience left his lips. “Seems the cat is out of the bag, what a shame.” Clank was the sound of his weapon being dropped. Lucifer fully turned around and greeted them both with a smile. “Gabe, Mikey! Good to see you both. Sorry that we have to meet under such awkward circumstances.” 

“Awkward circumstances?” Gabriel repeated with a look of disbelief. “You were about to kill Uriel! What is wrong with you? Most importantly where have you been?!”

“Oh, you know here and there.” Lucifer avoided the question, his eyes darting around while he casually placed his hand on his hip. “Planning things, waiting for this moment to arise.”

“So, it was you. You started this whole deal?” He pressed him further, stepping closer again with a hand on the hilt of his sword. 

Lucifer clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his eyes glanced down at Gabriel’s hand. “Are you really going to use that weapon against me?” He snorted. “Gabriel, I know you don’t have the guts to actually attempt to hurt me. You could barely hurt a fly if it pestered you.”

“Answer my question.” Gabriel stood his ground. “You were the one who started this entire thing? This war?”

Micheal watched Lucifer, as he lazily shrugged his shoulders, his fist tightened into a ball. 

“It wasn’t just me.” He said casually. “You really think a small angel like me could really execute such a major plan like this?” Lucifer shook his head. “No, never! But thanks to the help of many other angels we will finally be able to take what’s ours.”

“And what is that?” Micheal finally asked.

“Freedom, of course!” 

Disbelief washed over Micheal’s face at that statement. “Come now, don’t look so shocked, dear brother.” Lucifer chuckled. “I’ve rambled about these things many times before. However, it was quite idiotic to ignore it. But, it’s not too late, you’ll change your mind!”

“What do you mean?” Gabriel questioned, hand still hovering against his sword. 

“What I mean is.” Lucifer walked towards him, his hand gently grazing against his before holding it lightly. “You could come with me! Join us!”

“Join you? In this bloodbath? Killing our own kind goes against everything we were made for, Lucifer!” Gabriel yelled, yanking his hand away from him. “We were made to serve the gods! We can’t be above them. That’s not how it was meant to be!”

“But it could be. You have to trust me.” His eyes flicked to Micheal. “Both of you have to trust me. We could be our own kings, our own gods.”

“You’re spitting nonsense.” Micheal argued. “Call this off and we might consider settling this a different way.” 

Lucifer let out a spiteful laugh while backing away. “Call this off? It’s a bit too late for that, isn’t it?” 

Footsteps could be heard as Silas’s voice reached all three of their ears. “Gabriel! Micheal! What’s going on?!”

Lucifer muttered something under his breath before spreading his wings and flying up into the air. Gabriel looked up at him, his face full of desperation. “Lucifer! There’s still a chance! Please come with us and make this right!”

Lucifer just sneered, his smile filled with an immoral wickedness. “Seems like my judgment was wrong. You don’t understand.” 

Gabriel’s heart dropped to his stomach hearing that sentence. But Lucifer continued anyway. “Maybe the only way to get you both to see will be through action. You both still have time before this whole thing is over. Think about it, will you?” Before either Gabriel or Micheal could say anything more Lucifer flew off with ease, leaving Uriel curled up on the ground. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t follow you both sooner.” Silas ran into the alleyway. “There was someone else who needed help and I-” He stopped and observed the scene in front of him. 

Gabriel looked back at Silas with watery, teared up eyes. His mouth dry and voice unable to raise above a whisper as he spoke. 

“Lucifer… he betrayed us.”

~

✨Moot Tags✨: @captain-liminal @casp1an-sea @xevcrowe @naptuning

[basim-ibnishaq]

Miguel and Gabriel should just hug idk

[milimeters-morales]

(NOT ATSV) my ideal miguel and miles friendship (bordering on enemies) dynamic is where Miles is sort of a Mean Girls figure where he’ll say the worst things to Miguel, who actually has no problems dishing that shit right back out, is usually too fed up or somewhere else mentally to reply. They fight a lot, more physically than verbally, usually in a slapstick comedy type of way. Miles is banned from Nueva York once a month and got a restraining order against Miguel in his own dimension. His parents fucking hate him and Miguel hates them right back. Rio has tried and failed to poison him via food and Jeff is considering hiring a hitman. Gabriel is beloved by them. Miles takes Miguel’s money at least twice a week to go spend it just because he can. Miguel has tried (and succeeded once) to get Miles sick with a future illness because he figured out the lesbian bar Miguel liked to perform at in drag. Miles has cried at least once in every room of Miguel’s apartment and Miguel has been confused on what to do each time besides an awkward hug and pat on the back. People are rightfully worried for Miles’s safety at least 80% of the time but when they aren’t they’re shaking their heads at the two’s antics. They need to be separated until they have a healthy “this is a grown ass man / this is stupid little girl i don’t like at work” relationship and it’ll take an act of god for either of them to realize their current one isn’t healthy at all and has extremely negative impacts on their mental state.

[theprinceandthewitch]

No, no I don't think I will "get over" this shows poorly veiled misogyny lol.