Men are always talking about what’s “natural” but in nature it’s always the males of the species that have to be pretty or work really hard to get the females.
I want to see more men dressing up and wearing makeup. Dance for me. Build me a fucking house. Impress me, you mediocre fucks.
My mother had three pregnancies, and two children. She had a miscarriage, between my brother and I, in that four year span between our births, there was another pregnancy, another child desperately wanted, who didn’t live to term.
My mother had her pre-natal care, and her post-miscarriage care, at Planned Parenthood.
Because it was the best place for her. Because at the time, she had a two year old child and a bike and they were living just around that nice little sweet spot between ‘desperately poor’ and ‘almost have enough to consider a savings account.’ And when you are poor, and female, and need health services, Planned Parenthood is there.
And my mother walked past the protesters, walked past the people who screamed at her about not killing her baby, about how she was a whore, and she was going to hell. My mother, in mourning for a child that she had lost, blaming herself, hating herself for failing at this most feminine of things, walked through that, to care for herself, to get the medical care she needed. So that someday, two years later, she could have me.
I cannot speak to the courage that must have taken. But that path is walked by thousands of women. Every single day.
She donated to Planned Parenthood until her death. And she said to me, that the people who screamed at her saw her only as a vessel for a baby. They didn’t care about her, they didn’t care about her baby, either. They were pro-birth, not pro-life, because none of them would be there after her baby was born, to offer help and support and care.
The protesters didn’t care about her. And the medical professionals inside did. It is the right of every woman to have access to safe, affordable, quality health care, no matter where she comes from, what her income is, or what choices she makes with her life. And that is what these kind of bills are attempting to take away.
harry potter is one of those fandoms i always think i’ve gradually moved on from… but then i’ll hear someone say “you know, i think snape was a great guy” or “all slytherins are evil” and i’ll literally vault over three tables and a small elephant to debate them face-to-face
you know this feeling when you watch any harry potter movie and hedwig’s theme begins to play or you read any of the books and you read the first sentence and you just get this harry potter feeling like you’re finally coming home and everything around you just melts away and you get lost in the most comforting way
cygnaut asked: If Max Rockatansky was your boyfriend, he would never ask if the symbolic black scarf you gifted him is a male imperator scarf or a female one.
Look at the 2nd gif and tell me that doesn’t seem like part of some desperate wasteland wedding ceremony (also enjoy Toast, Cheedo, and Capable as the world’s most appalled flower girls.)
I’m just over here, dragging hands slowly down my face and giving up on any sort of pretense of objectivity.
I never noticed that he put his hand on the back of the metal one in that second gif, until you pointed it out. What. Even.
…true talk tho, the only way that arranged marriage fic might happen to these two is if there’s literal guns pointed at literal heads, and there’d need to be hostages involved, possibly multiple, and perhaps (given this universe) cannibalism, maybe some electrocutions.
And at least three explosions.
And a pint of blood.
Forced-Marriage-Vows Boy, bleeding gently: “By your command, shiny and chrome Immortan, we told Furiosa and the feral of your plans to force them into marriage and breeding.”
Immortan Joe, glaring: “AND?”
Forced-Marriage-Vows Boy, swaying due to blood loss: “The good news is, casualties were minimal and the pair did appear to be bonding as they stole a vehicle and fled into the desert.”
Immortan Joe, glowering: “THE BAD NEWS?”
Forced-Marriage-Vows Boy, curling into a fetal ball in a pool of his own blood: “There’s fire everywhere.”
do you ever want to gently float up to someone and whisper “this isn’t a debate; i am actually educated on the subject and i’m telling you you’re wrong”
