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happy sunday here’s the usual
Is it probable that skaaiat and seivarden just bonded over breq while she was unconscious? yeah. does part of me think they hooked up? also yeah.
If you and your partner practice frequent, non-sexual consent, your relationship will be healthier and easier.
“Are you comfortable with me ranting about my day for a few minutes?”
“Oh, this is your poetry? Would it be okay if I read it?”
“Do you mind if I use your phone for a few minutes?”
“Wow, your meal looks awesome. Could I try some?”
It will save a lot of grief, especially in a developing relationship. Eventually, with consistent “yes’s” and “no’s” you can figure out more permanent boundaries and guidelines.
“I need to ask before ranting about my day or taking their food, but my partner is okay with me using their phone whenever. However, my partner does not like me reading their poetry unless they offer first.”
And this goes for friendships too! Even just stuff like “do you mind if I leave this door open?”
…I never fully realized it before but this is a big part of why my relationship with my husband is so conflict-free. Both because him doing this all the time made it easy to trust him, back when we were a new item, and because it helped ME break out of the toxic idea that you should never ask about a partner’s preferences because if you Really Loved Them you should be able to intuit what they want, all the time, about anything.
my one son is autistic so I ask ‘hug or no hug?’ I always knock and wait to be acknowledged before opening my sons’ bedroom doors (not just because I respect their privacy but because they’re teenagers and I don’t want to walk in on any personal activities) I don’t go into their rooms without asking I don’t touch their phones without asking (I’ll pick one up to take to them if I find it in another room but I won’t go through it) yesterday, my younger son walked into my room, stopped, said sorry and walked out to the hall and knocked on my door ‘because if I have to knock on his door, he has to knock on mine’ because their trust is important and I want them to know I respect their privacy
Consent is not just for sex. Consent is not just for sex. Consent is not just for sex.
This is called “Manners” and “Etiquette”, something your parents should have taught all of you and if they didn’t, there are social courses where you can learn both. Manners and Etiquette aren’t just table manners, its also social manners and relationship manners.
Etiquette isn’t some old-fashioned nonsense. It’s important and vital if you interact with other people in any capacity.
I love my disaster children
One of the notes to the theater owners in Phantom of the Opera says “My salary has not been paid”. Why is the Phantom asking for a salary. What is he gonna do with it? How much is he asking for? Is he paying for a tuner for his organ down in the underground lake? Does he walk out with his mask and big ass cloak to buy more candles from the corner store down the street? Is there some poor clerk who just has to sell groceries to a weird guy in a half-mask who makes vague death threats at him and then leaves once a month? These are questions that need satisfactory answers
Okay but there are answers and they’re probably more absurd than you think. He asks for 20,000 francs per month which is, I believe, about 136,000 dollars in US currency today. So that’s what he wanted every month from the managers. In the book, he actually does make trips shopping in Paris, but the mask described for shopping seems like a sort of false nose situation- think Groucho Marx glasses. His deformity is different in the book- one of the main focuses of it is that he has no nose, which makes him look like a skull/corpse. So he is extorting money, and spending at least some of it, but I have no idea what he spends SO MUCH money on. In the book, he has a pretty regular house in the cellars, other than his bedroom, which is an angst cave with a coffin as a bed. My theory is that he just enjoys being a massive inconvenience, and really only spends a fraction of what he demands. It’s not clear in ALW’s version how he gets out and goes shopping, but the salary thing is definitely taken from the original novel. Basically, the Phantom is the embodiment of the “for $8000 a month I will Stop” meme, except it’s $20k.
I’M DONE.
that scene in matilda where miss honey finally snaps and yells “because shes a spectacularly wonderful child and i love her!” > all of quentin tarantino’s filmography
not to be a horny simpleton on main but I really do hope Tessa Thompson and Chris Hemsworth insist on continuing to work together. please keep churning out fun movies where Chris plays loveable dumbass eye candy and Tessa is a bisexual icon with swords and suits and increasingly unsubtle visual reminders of her big dick energy
sorry but which way are u transgender?
i tend to transgend slightly to the northeast
fellas is it gay to go on a cross-country winter camping trip with an alien who gradually deconstructs your notions of gender and sexuality
ok but the concept of a rivalry is just so funny. it’s like “i’m literally obsessed with you. you’re the only motherfucker on the planet worth my undivided time and attention. i spend hours planning in detail exactly what i’m going to say and do the next time that we meet. but, like, i fucking hate you.”
I want you by my side.
*it starts raining*
me: yes
*lighting appears*
me: yES
*thunders explode*
me: YES
*raining intensifies*
me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS
Hugh Grant by Gregory Heisler
Audrey Hepburn and her record collection, 1950s.