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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 8 of my Transmigrator!Binghe au! Open to chatting about it here
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
so bc no one follows this account (thank god) i have no qualms w promoting my content, esp when i'm particularly happy with it.
Essentially, this is just a bunch of vignettes (some I like more than others) about the lives of Geto and Gojo... but I like to think I did a lil somethin so let me know if it reads well
An excerpt:
So Satoru gets on the back of the bike. Awkwardly, he grips the bottom of Suguru’s seat, even though he really wanted to wrap his arms around Suguru’s waist, and then they’re off. The hill is steep, so they’re both leaning back, the last green leaves of summer rushing past them. Satoru lets out a panicked yelp when the ground dips again, and the smile Suguru flashes at him is enough to wipe the fear from his mind. The sun backs him and he just looks so warm and happy and Satoru is so fucked.
in much more interesting news, today at work I got to explore an abandoned 500-year-old castle, seized by the state because of the owner's massive tax evasion
we spent an hour and half going all over the grounds, I'd never felt so #urbex
just want to point out that we found this door at one point
WHY
seeing this door makes me feel like i have never truly contemplated the possibilities of doors as a concept, as though a new understanding of what it means to be a door has been forced upon me
yuji sketches :))
guys we’re not being cringe to keep out the twitter users. we’re being cringe to keep out the ALGORITHMS, the CAPITALISTS, the INFLUENCERS. twitter users are welcome as long as they agree this site is UNMARKETABLE
anyone can join the skeleton war but first you must shed the mortal flesh of marketability
looked up my symptoms on webmd and it turns out i have an ancient ancestral curse that has been passed down my bloodline for generations
Someone asked for my pronouns the other day, and nobody ever asks, so in a flustered moment of weakness I replied "Oh, I see you've sensed my queer energy", like some kind of dungeon warlock
the oldest women you’ve ever seen in your life will be at JoAnn Fabrics
that’s joann fabric herself
the fabled Cloth Mother
It’s time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Carol
Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s.
So. Here’s the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today’s worldview to the song, yes, you’re right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape anthem.
BUT! Let’s look closer!
“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol.
See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do — and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink — unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?” It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency.
Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposed to, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…” She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.
So it’s not actually a song about rape - in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.
Okay maybe explains why men don’t take no for an answer, still listening to their grandpa’s dating advice
im going insane thinking about this newborn alpaca fucking look at it
Newborn Alpacas be like:
I haven’t posted here in like four years but I’m back babey
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This bitch got ret-conned by endgame
listen nobody talks about how mentally and physically draining it is to commute before and after work. you’re tired by the time you get there and you’re exhausted when you leave but you still have an hour in traffic before you can get home and collapse
unions actually talk about this a lot
I just remembered that apes smile when hostile. This isn’t a happy scene. This monkey has full meter and a full screen projectile in it’s move list. This is an invitation to death.
Humans have this distress response too! If you watch the smaller of their young you will spot the occasional baring of teeth in upsetting situations. You can see this with adult humans as well, but it’s harder to catch because they have a fairly deep somatic vocabulary assigned to smiles; it is probably easiest to recognise after minor injury like stubbing a toe or receiving an injection.
It’s a lot of fun comparing how related species have related behaviours, and also neat to contrast how they have specialised them!
this is interesting but
If you watch the smaller of their young
why did you word it like that
Thanks for the question! My area of expertise is more generally avian than it is mammalian (or primate), so I don’t really know the technical nomenclature for the specific stage of human offspring development I mean to communicate.
With the vocabulary I have the closest I can get semantically is ‘mid-nestling to fledgling fresh-fallen from the nest’ but the concepts don’t quite map to how human offspring develop. Another way to phrase it is able to move around under their own power but still heavily dependent on parental intervention for survival.
Hope this helps clear things up! Have a nice day :)
You studied birds so long you forgot that the word toddler exists and I think that’s just delightful.
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this is simply the greatest video i have ever seen
I'm going to reblog this a million times so be it
#i love how they give up on the dumb gimmick and just make her do increasingly inane trick shots