DO YOU EVER JUST GET UNREASONABLY EMOTIONAL OVER LORD OF THE RINGS MUSIC
DO YOU EVER JUST GET UNREASONABLY EMOTIONAL OVER LORD OF THE RINGS MUSIC
Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn’t the story?
saying you shouldn’t be sad because other people are sadder is like saying you shouldn’t be happy because other people are happier. i.e; ridiculous
proof-reads ask about 5,000 times before sending
proof-reads school essay about 0 times before sending
of all the dumb stuff i did when i was younger at least i can proudly say i was never a fan of annoying orange
Recent studies confirm that reading books and drinking tea doesn’t make you better than anyone else
Though it is a lovely way to spend an afternoon.
‘I want this fic, but I do not want to write it: An Opera in three acts’
sometimes i think i’m arrogant but then i remember that julius caesar was kidnapped by cicilian pirates and when they demanded a ransom of 620 kgs of silver he got mad because he thought he was worth more than that and made them raise it to 1550 kg
- the meaning behind my url: the great game bitches go watch it
- weakness: good art i mean damn (also puns)
- why i love my best friend: because she is awesome.
- last time i cried and why: reading every day. *sobs*
- piercings i have: only my ears.
- favourite band/s: the lumineers, regina spektor, mumford and sons, etc.
- biggest turn off: i hate it when people look over my shoulder when i’m on the computer.
- tattoos i want: idek if i want tattoos but probs a swallow silhouette or something
- biggest turn on: a good personality
- age: 17
- ideas of a perfect date: music, road trips to the beach, bike riding, good food.
- life goal(s): i really want to finish my novel and have people like it, that would be nice.
- piercings i want: none, really.
- relationship status: single
- favourite movie: up. and perks. and probably TFIOS when it comes out.
- phobia: none. i mean i’m afraid of stuff but not phobic.
- middle name: louise. i kinda like it more than my first name, tbh. but i hate it when people pronounce it “loueeze”.
if you ever want to unfollow me
for literally any reason
you can do that
i want you to have a nice dash
i want you to have the freedom to create the space here that you want to have
if you don’t want to unfollow, but want something tagged, just send an ask
i have anon on for a reason
that’s all sweet honeychildren
why am i not a banana
Because your genetic code dictates that you are human. However, it should please you to know that you share 50 - 60% of your DNA with a banana.
are you telling me that some people are 10% more banana than other people
[CW: discussion of rape culture and violence]
This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them.
I think that says a lot.
Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us.
I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. Something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. You can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you.
The scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?
I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.
I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.
“Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”
“But she doesn’t KNOW that. She can’t assume that. Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”
And that stuck with me for a hot minute. The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.
I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(
I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.
This is an incredible thread of responses. I’ve seen this quote before, but not the dialogue that built up around it. The part about loud=violent hits home particularly hard for me. I am terrified of getting into irl arguments with men, especially when they get loud. It’s always going to sit in the pit of my stomach.
That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”
I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.
To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.
Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.
I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.
I too am reblogging this for the amazing commentary.
When supposed feminist ally men deny this very basic, simple truth - that’s how you know they are an ally to no one.
This all gets taught to women at a very young age, how dangerous the world is when you’re in it being a woman. I’ve been struggling to write about something that happened with my daughter a few weeks ago, how to form the words, but this is possibly the best context.
We were in the wine shop, in line to pay, and she was so excited to get her lollipop (in the time honored tradition of wine stores everywhere). A man two people ahead of us started fighting with the woman behind the counter about how much money he’d given her. As I was moving her behind my body, my daughter froze, and when I say froze, I mean wasn’t moving a muscle except to shake.
It sorted itself out pretty quickly. We paid and left.
Once we got back into the car, she started crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, “Mama, I was so scared. When men get angry they shoot people.”
That’s a direct quote. When men get angry, they shoot people.
I asked her, “Baby, why do you think that?” She replied, “on NPR, that’s what happens. When men get really mad they kill people. That guy was really mad, what if he had a gun? What would you do?”
The talk we had afterwards was difficult; no one said parenting was easy. But this is the life we live as women. If my 9 year old understands it, then men of the world, alleged feminist allies, Nice Guys, random douches on the street, and even actual non-dangerous men: so can you.
I’ve reblogged this quote before, I think. But reblogging now for the amazing commentary.
I was having a discussion with my father and brother the other day. We were talking about receiving threats of rape or violence via the internet. Their whole argument was “just ignore it and walk away from your computer”. Amazing solution. Can’t believe I never thought of that. It’s so clever because we all know that when you leave your keyboard the threat of violence disappears.
I argue with my brother a lot and one of my biggest fears when that happens is that he’s going to kill me. Because he does throw things at me and one time he chased me around the kitchen with a knife, we were younger then and he didn’t know better, but that’s what happened. And I’m the younger sibling so whenever we start yelling at each other my parents scream at me to leave him alone. But one of the reasons I’m so scared of my brother when he gets angry is because he will scream ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you, you little bitch’ and all this other shit and I don’t know how to respond to that, because a lot of the time that happens it’s just us two home alone. I should know that he won’t hurt me because he’s my big brother and he’s always looked out for me and defended me but I don’t know that, I can’t know that when my mother has had to resort to setting my dad on him to get him to do things, because she’s scared he’s going to hit her too. My brother didn’t used to be this way, but the friends he’s gained since College haven’t been the best, they got him in trouble with the law once, and they’re very disrespectful to woman, I know that’s no excuse for him acting that way but it explains a lot. My parents scoff when I mention anything like that, mum because she doesn’t know that I know she’s scared of him, and dad because my brother shares a lot of my dad’s personality, their tempers are much the same, except where my dad will slam things and storm out of the house, hop in his car and drive until he’s calmed down, my brother will slam things and threaten and just escalate things, and no one can see that. People tell me I’m silly for being scared of my brother, because they see him when he’s in a good mood, but they don’t know, and he doesn’t realize either, and that’s the most scary thing, he doesn’t realize what he does, he doesn’t realize how scary he gets and that’s the worst thing. I’m afraid he’s going to kill me one of these days and it will be an accident and I don’t know what to do with that…
This is so true, all of it. As much as I’m pretty comfortable with most guys I know, I find it so hard to articulate to them why I get nervous around strange men and the ‘ultra masculine’ types. It’s not that I don’t know what I’m trying to say, it’s just I find it so hard to say it and not make them angry anyway. It’s like a catch-22. But this pretty much sums it up.