Just Because I'm Best Boy Doesn't Mean I Can't Also Be Best Girl.

the image is from an article on skin color measurement in regards to oximetry readings, it was the best I could find as far as having a decent range but a small enough number to fit in a poll

me and the homies on the way to euthanize a demigod (this is the most hype moment of our lives):

The Radahn Festival is such a bizarre way of handling that situation. Claim glory! Celebration of War! Whooo!

My guy, you've gathered a bunch of badasses together to try and euthanise a demigod. Nothing about this is celebratory.

do I like g/t content bc I have a desperate need to be fawned and doted on, or do I have a desperate need to be fawned and doted on bc I like g/t?

Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

Romans 3:23

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Serious Rant

Sorry I have to rant real quick because this bothers me so much, not to mention it makes me sick.

TW// Topics of abuse, swearing

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Why is it that male domestic abuse victims don’t nearly get as much attention as female?!

Seriously, did you know that about 40% or more of domestic violence victims are men? I bet you didn’t, because it’s constantly overshadowed by the 60% of female victims. I know 40% doesn’t sound like a lot, but god it pisses me off how much male victims are brushed off in favor for females.

Lemme make something clear: every victim, no matter their gender, race or religion, is valid. This blatant ignorance of this has to stop.

Oh, and to the uneducated ones who say it’s victim blaming to blame the female perpetrators? Please… open. Your f*cking. Eyes! If someone is abused, the gender should not be the first priority. It should be the situation and trying to find a solution to help the victim!

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that this sort of mentality is not only kind of misandrist, but also really damaging. This sort of thinking can make male victims feel like they don’t matter, which is a load of bullsh*t! Male victims are victims too, and telling them “you’re a man” and to “suck it up” is not helpful. It’s just pushing the narrative that they don’t matter. They are no less of men than they were before. And if anything, the mere act of speaking up about their experience is incredibly brave..

My point still stands that this sort of thing should be addressed. Male victims are just as important as female victims. Please remember this. And to all the male domestic violence victims out there, who are too scared to speak out…

You are not alone. There will always be someone who will listen to you. Please… just hold on…

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit off brand for me, but I had to get this off my chest because it makes me sad and angry at the same time.

it wild to me that there are people out there who aren't interested in history

like wdym you don't think about the fact that women would tell stories as they made butter in the same way we listen to podcasts today? wdym you don't think about that one Chinese poet who wrote about how much he loved his cats hundreds of years ago? wdym you don't think about the fact that we found a gravesite of a young child surrounded by flowers from THOUSANDS of years ago? wdym you don't think about how people wrote "i was here" into the walls in Pompeii? wdym you don't think about the little egyptian boy who drew little doodles at the top of his school works more then a thousand years ago?

wdym you don't think about the fact that people, no matter the place, time, social status, are fundamentally no different from you. that they loved the same as you, enjoyed the same things you did, dreamed about a better life the same way you did. that despite how seemingly detached you are from these people, in time, place, and culture, the things you do and the thing u are, are so undeniably human that it transcends time and space

me who reads pride and prejudice like a realer man

i don't care about bridgerton i watch pride & prejudice like a real man

“In the end, it is ideas for which people kill each other”

— Think: a compelling introduction to philosophy by Simon Blackburn

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course