I Hate Hate Hate That Being A Virgin These Days Are Embarrassing Not Because It's Your Practice,not Because

it feels burning red to like men.no,not in the sense that as a woman I have to eventually fulfill some twisted sexism trope(that's a still a fear). no I mean as in I feel like I betray my fellow community.yes ofc I know this man wasn't the one that hurted my best friend a year ago, yes I know this isn't the male celebrity I liked for my while life who gets accused with sexual assault but my subconscious doesn't act like it knows, it's just recognizes the thread pattern.

lets look at the recent example I read Red white and royal blue I watched the movie a day after and I've been consuming media about it for a week now.at first it was all well.yk quotes from the books, movie scenes, some song referances but as the time went on the parasocial relationship effect kicked in and people started posting personal things from the actors like old Instagram ss,singing videos,interviews that got nothing to do with red white and royal blue.that's where my discomfort started,where I questioned how people could trust a man that easily -especially after what we've seen for years with many, many public bknz.johny depp-figures saying things like my pokie boo or started getting aggressive to people who didn't like them. idk I just know when I'm gonna like a photo of the actor taylor zakhar pèrez smiling or nicholas galitzine doing a good recipe video my fingers quiver and i ask myself if am I doing something wrong(patriarchy irrecevablely broke me and I'm never gonna recover me thinks)

it’s crazy to me that radfems can pull up multiple statistics and testimonies showing that 98% of all prostituted women want to leave but have no choice, but that all gets ignored because one or two libfems say “well I think it’s empowering and sex work is the same as being a cashier sooo maybe you should listen to sex workers you swerf”

reblog for a larger sample size because I’m so curious

the Breakbones blood showing in our little brat Lucerys is all I've ever wanted from this world

My lord Strong 🥰

Luke con la armadura de Daemon y su peinado de guerra como Targaryen que es.

not interested in getting involved in the rest of this discussion, for the most part, but to me this is a GREAT piece of advice that many people these days don't seem to be getting or understanding.

not everyone you meet or interact with is your friend, the requirements and expectations for respectful behaviour between friends is not the same as between strangers.

Was just diagnosed with “need to bite you” disorder. Yeah sorry it’s terminal. The only cure is biting you. C’mere.

One of the most beautiful parts of Fleabag to me is that we have no concrete knowledge of Fleabag’s mom. Her mother is never once shown in the show because she dies before it starts, but she is brought up constantly. A large reason why Fleabag behaves the way she does is because she does not have her mom around anymore. But we don’t know if she is a good mom or a bad mom. We have no knowledge on how their relationship was, except for the fact that without her mom Fleabag does not understand how to navigate the world. And I love it because it raises the question does it matter?

I think regardless of our relationship, I’d also feel completely lost and out of place in the world without my mom. I also think the majority of people who have any sort of relationship with their mom would feel this way. Regardless if it’s bad or good.

So yeah it doesn’t matter how Fleabag and her mom’s relationship was. It could have been amazing. It could have been terrible. But at the end of the day, there is a part of Fleabag which is gone now that her mother is gone. I think the majority of us would feel the same in her shoes too.

thinking about Aeron Bracken and Davos Blackwood's story being a tragedy in every route you take with a backstory. They laid together just to take out frustration at first and never made anything concrete bcz they were afraid? Perfectly devastating angst. They were lovers and fully knew the other is like a god for them but also know their place in this damned kingdom? crying on the bathroom floor. Two boys always finding each others eyes across a festive at the Harrenhall yet never having the courage to take one small step that would be considered treason by their families? gut wrenching potential wasting.