Feminist fantasy is funny sometimes in how much it wants to shit on femininity for no goddamned reason. Like the whole “skirts are tools of the patriarchy made to cripple women into immobility, breeches are much better” thing.
(Let’s get it straight: Most societies over history have defaulted to skirts for everyone because you don’t have to take anything off to relieve yourself, you just have to squat down or lift your skirts and go. The main advantage of bifurcated garments is they make it easier to ride horses. But Western men wear pants so women wearing pants has become ~the universal symbol of gender equality~)
The book I’m reading literally just had its medievalesque heroine declare that peasant women wear breeches to work in the field because “You can’t swing a scythe in a skirt!”
Hm yes story checks out
peasant women definitely never did farm labour in skirts
skirts definitely mean you’re weak and fragile and can’t accomplish anything
skirts are definitely bad and will keep you from truly living life
no skirts for anyone, that’s definitely the moral of the story here
No Greater Love.
So when was anyone gonna tell me that BBC Ghosts has become another international remake format, and this time an Aussie version!?
does anyone have that unsettling oil painting of a dark window with a sheet leading out into the darkness? it did the rounds on tumblr a while ago and i need itttt
Auch that probably hurt.
It is the year of our gays 2023 and I am still feral about Power Rangers (2017)
He’s a warrior, a child of Hades, Ambassador of Pluto, the Ghost King, one of the most powerful demigods in the camps. He’s known war and darkness. He’s known withering away, surviving on pomegranate seeds. He’s seen Hell, literally. He grew up in a time where his feelings for another boy would be called disgusting. He only had his sister and then he lost her too. He has known Death.
On the other hand, he’s a 15 year old boy with a little sister and an annoying step-mother and a pet dog. He gets flustered around the handsome medic with golden hair and blue eyes. He plays in two-legged races and carries around a ticket dispenser so people can punch a long lost friend in the arm. He gets jealous when his boyfriend looks at someone else and reassures people that they are needed, right here and right now.
Because despite all he’s been through and all he’s done, Nico di Angelo is still just a teenager. A boy. A demigod.
i don’t know if they don’t teach internet safety in schools nowadays or if kids just don’t take it seriously, but if you are a kid or teen, please:
don’t give out your socials to random people. i was just in an among us room with a 14 year old giving out her instagram and asking others for theirs. DO NOT DO THIS.
if someone makes you even the TINIEST bit uncomfortable, block them! don’t feel bad about it. don’t worry that your reason for doing so isn’t “good enough”. just block them.
don’t post any sort of identifying information about yourself. anything beyond like, your first name and the state/country you live in, should be kept to yourself. this goes double for dms with people you don’t know irl.
if anyone asks for your “asl” block them and do not answer. these people are always creeps. i block them as an adult! (asl refers to “age sex location” and the vast majority of people asking this are looking for someone to hit on)
if anyone has any more tips, feel free to add on!