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Pinning this because I have cried many a tear for Punch and need to always remember he’s not alone anymore.
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Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.
so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.
This reminds me of something I observed in college while I was doing my honors thesis on women in modern horror films. I watched a LOT of horror during that time as part of my research, and sometimes that was done with my family around.
And my dad and brothers? Were deeply disturbed by the movie Jennifer’s Body. I was flabbergasted. It’s not scary! It’s not even that gory. But they were horrified by it. These men who grew up on 70s slashers were legitimately shook by 90 minutes of Megan Fox eating a few teenage boys, mostly off-screen.
Similarly, my all-male reading panel for my thesis? Were so disturbed by my synopsis of the film Teeth that they couldn’t even talk about it. One of them said he couldn’t look at his wife for a week after reading it.
Again, grown-ass men who study and teach media for a living. Who definitely watch and enjoy horror movies. One of whom was a huge Tarantino buff. We watched and read worse in his intro to mass media class! But one movie about a girl whose vag could bite was enough to haunt him.
Then of course you have things like the Gone Girl backlash–men yelling that Amy Dunne is evil and women clamoring to assure everyone that they know she is not someone to emulate–the backlash against Carol Danvers, and, more recently, the griping from MRAs against the upcoming film Hustlers, which is about strippers scamming their Wall Street clients.
My conclusion? Most men–at least most straight, cisgender men, who are both my sample population and most of the ones whining that Carol is a “villain”–are perfectly fine with, and desensitized to, media where men do violence to women (horror movies), or men do violence to men (horror and action movies). They’re even sort of fine when women do violence to women (“ooooo cat fight!”).
But they get intensely uncomfortable when women are depicted doing any kind of violence to men, especially in films that tilt the balance of power to the other side of the m/f gender binary beyond a single moment or scene.
So woman as flesh-eating monster with men as her preferred cuisine? Woman who responds to unwanted sexual contact by biting it off? Woman who frames her cheating husband for murder? Woman whose response to harassment–behavior that many of the loudest whiners know is both creepy and reflective of their own thoughts/actions–is to break something?
Too scary. Unacceptable. Disturbing. These men hate being presented with the idea, even in fiction, that their position of power is socially constructed, that it could easily be flipped the other way. It terrifies them.
In feeling that terror, they experience a tiny modicum of what living, existing, moving, being perceived as a woman in the world is like.
And they flinch every time.
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▪︎ Album of seaweed specimens, in scallop shell binding.
Place of origin: Great Britain
Date: mid-19th century
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Babe Heffrron x reader
Genre: Romance, Comedy?
Warnings: Swearing
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Ever since the Germans surrender everything became normal. Still have the orders but no longer strict like before. Which explains why Babe was always seen with you, wether you're on order or just your free time. Well he's always with you even when everything was exploding. You find yourself seeking him every now and then which he seems like he doesn't mind.
Others, like Luz and Perco, seems to notice it. Somewhere in there, they might have already made their bets on how long you two would realize you like each other. Perco who bets on you to take the first move and Luz who believes on Babe. So they wait and wait until the conversation comes on.
You're sitting on the grass, staring put at the mountain and so does Babe— occasionally at you. His gaze would eventually back at the mountains, like a coward. Silence fills in. Unusual when you're with Luz.
The radioman lleaned forward, waiting for something he hopes to happen. Perco on the other hand folded his arms, also wating for something to happen. Neither of you two know that these two made a bet on who is to confess first.
“This place is beautiful,” You said at the view. “If it wasn't for war, Austria is good for honeymoon.“
Babe blinked and turned to you. Perco also looked at you hoping this would go anywhere. Luz slowly turned to you, “Honeymoon?“
“Yeah.“ You shrugged casually. “Can't imagine a better place. Better than Paris I would say.“
“Oh?“ George straightened. “You plannin' on getting married?“
You looked completely unbothered. “One day.“
His grin widened. “With who?"
“My man.“
Perco's brows crunched for how vague your answers are.
“There it is! You hear that, babe?“ Luz elbowed Babe.
“Yeah.“ Luz waited. Perco waited. “Now, what?“
Perco choked— actually choked and started laughing while trying to hide it. Luz on the other hand looks like he's experiencing a really bad physical pain. The man can't believe how oblivious the two of you. “Jesus Christ.“ He wiped his face.
“What?“ Babe asked.
Luz is speechless and doesn't know what to do anymore. Perco couldn't even answer too busy wheezing. You're confused. Babe is also confused. The two of you exchanged glances. Niether understanding why Frank is losing his shit.
Eventually he recovered and lets out a final breath of laugh, “Alright. 'Got one.“ He cleared his throat and pointed at you. “Got anyone back home?“
You shaked your head immediately. “No.“
“No sweetheart waiting?“
“Nope.“
Perco turned to Babe. “Same.“ Added by Babe.
“If I did though. I would marry a sweetheart like Babe.“ You claimed mindlessly and Babe nodded.
“Thats nice.“ Babe agreed.
“Right?“ Both of you nodded in agreement.
Now, it's Perco's turn to be speechless. He then turned turned to Luz giving a look like saying, 'Are they for real?' The radioman's eyes widened and met Perco's eyes before he snorted against his smoke. Maybe he already gave up that either of you might realize something.
You said it like it's an order from an officer to be passed. Like it shouldn't mean something but it did. Only thing was that the two men was aware of something you and Babe refuse to acknowledge. Both idiots and oblivious.
“Oh wait. I forgot I promised Roe something.“ You stood up and Babe immediately went into his feet as he helped you dust off some grass on your pants.
“I'll walk with you.“ He offered.
“Okay.“
Then the two of you excused yoruselves and wandered off, side by side. It's close enough that your shoulders bump into each other occasionally but neither of you mind it.
Luz and Perco who was left sitting on the grass watched as you two walked down the path. The silence settled for a few secons before Perco spoke first after a sigh left him. “Well, there goes my ten bucks.“ Started by Perco and looked back at the mountains at the front.
“I think we both lost.“ Claimed by Luz.
“No kidding.“
Perconte then completely laid on the grass and put his arms beneath his head as pillow. “She basically said she will marry Babe.“
“And Babe agreed.“ Luz added after puffing a smoke.
“And somehow neither of them caught it.“
“The Germans surrendered before the two became a thing.“ Pointed by Luz Perco lets out a laugh once again. The radioman puffed the last hit of the smoke before tossing it aside. “They're unbelievable.“
“Sure they are.“ Frank agreed with a nod.
The path was through the hills. For once, the was no yelling. No officers shouting orders, explosions from artillery and no bullets flying to take anyones life. It's just you and Babe walking this road with blue clear sky, comforting silence and birds flying. As if the place wasn't occupied by Germans a month before.
“This place is beautiful.“
Babe laughed. “You said that already.“
“Because it is.“
Babe nodded. “I know.“
You looked around again and the mountain seems endless, direction going into another cit or maybe close enough to another country. Everything felt peaceful as if it wasn't touched by war through these years.
“I think this might be the prettiest place I've ever scene.“
“There you go again.“ Babe continued to walk beside you.
“I mean it!“ You turned around and face him while walking ahead. “Would also be a good place for honeymoon.“ You added and turned around still walking ahead of him.
You continued walking but Babe froze on his feet and yet you haven't he's not besuide you anymore. Until you did. You turned around once again and found him standing in the middle of the path, staring at absolutely nothing. “…Babe?“
The man didn't answer quickly because unfortunately everything caught into him. His brain decided to replay the entire conversation from earlier where he mindlessly agreed to you.
“One day with my man.“
“I would marry a sweetheart like Babe.“
“Like Babe..“
His stomach dropped because for the first time— For the fucking first time— He actually thought of what you said. Not as a joke. Not as casual conversation or something the other men could've laught at. Were you serious? You sound too casual to be serious but you said it. That counts as an unsaid thoughts, right?
You said you'd marry someone like him. A sweetheart and your immediate person to think of is him. Out of all the men you could think of— it was him you chose.
Spending all these time trying not to lose it when you avoided danger or got hit. Spending all these nights and he somehow include you in his prayers, asking God for your safety. Spending all these time liking you without saying a word. Spending all these time not thinking of the possibility you might like him too.
That's when the realization hits him— oh…
“Babe?“ You called again and he finally looked at you, seeing the cunched brows with confusion written on your face.
Unfortunately, words left his muouth before his brain decides to say it or not. “You'd marry somebody like me?“
You stared. “What?“
“You said it earlier,” He trailed off as his ears were turning red. “You said if you would marry somebody. You'd marry a sweetheart like me.“
Your face immediately felt warm all of the sudden. “Oh…”
“Or…” He started carefully, his eyes finding yours. “Me?“
Silence. Complete silence filled the distance between you and him. You stared at him and he stared at you. Neither of you moving or breathing normally. Everything suddenly felt different. The wind becoming chiller the second it blows after you heard those words from him and your heart hammered against your ribs.
“You mean…” You couldn't even finish your sentence because Babe looked away for a second, trying to gather himself before forcing himself to look at you in the eyes again.
His voice dropped, “Do you mean someone like me… or me?“ He repeated. That was not helping because you completely understand what he means and repeated it doesn't help you at all.
You laughed nervously, “ A sweetheart as my husbnad sounds wonderful.“
Heffron blinked and slowly, he pointed at himself. “I'm wonderful?“
The question was ridiculous it almost made you laugh. Almost because in this one, he looked genuinely uncertain but hopeful you'd say yes. Genuinely hopeful like he needed to hear the answer right now and then.
The wind kept blowing through the hills and the grass dances back and forth. The mountains you continuously compliment stood where it is and all of the sudden, you realize, this very same place you kept calling beautiful would be the witness of this moment. And for a moment, it didn't felt like you're in a war where time shouldn't be taken for granted.
You looked at him— through him and there he is, Babe Heffrron stood. The same man who checked you were waarm enough. The same man who always walked beside you whenever he could. The same man whose smile could somehow make a terrible day lighter. The man you probably imagine a life with after war.
When did it happen? Jesus did you even realize you like him? He's a friend— he was. Because the day wouldn't end without him promoting that status into another.
You softly bit the inside of your cheek, fighting back a cheeky almost flushed smile. “…Yes.“
His breath caught. “Yeah…”
Until you couldn't stop and your lips formed into a soft smile softened. “I think you're wonderful.“
And there it is, another silence that followed that was somehow worse. Both of you immediately looked away, flushed and then laughed awkward at the same time. In this moment, there's an acknowledgement you now both share. And it wouldn't go unnoticed or try to conceal it.
“Oh my God.“ You covered your face and very much a blushing mess from it. Babe ran a hand over his face with the same flushed smile. “That came out weird."
“I know.“
You both started chuckling as you try to compose yourself. Neither knowing what to do next. Neither knowing where to look. Neither knowing what to do with your hands.
Then, Babe stopped laughing first and when uncovered your face then looked up, he's already looking at you. Not smiling—he is happy but he wanted to look serious for what he is about to say. He ain't joking. He just looking at you and the realization hit all at once.
You felt your smile fade into something else, something softer. “Babe…”
He took a step forward, “I think I've liked you for a while.“
Your heart nearly stopped beating, “A while? Since when?“
He laughed quietly. “Since before France.“
Your eyes widened. “WHat?“
“Yeah…” He scratch his head.
“You're kidding.“
“'m not.“ He immediately shaked his head. Then, his grin returned. “I figured everybody knew.“
You immediately burst out laughing. “Babe, I didn't even know!“
“Unfortunately, neither did I.“
That made you both laugh once again as you sahked yours head. “I ilike you too.“ The words felt surprisingly easy as it left your lips. Not heavy but light like it's been waiting to be said for years. “'Think I have for a while. Just haven't realized yet.“ You added.
Babe's grin widened, the kind that reached his eyes. The kind that could make your stomach flip. “Yeah?“
“Yeah.“ You confirmed.
Neither of you moved but you're both smiling like an idiots now, feeling the ache on your cheeks and jaw because of the smiles you both share and from this situation you're both in. Neither of you are complaining.
He wasn't nervous — no longer nervous. He then held out his hand. He wasn't sure but it just felt right. Slowly, you slipped your hand into his and his fingers are quick to lock with yours; warm, steady and certain.
For a second, none of you said anything. Lost at the moment. Then you felt him squeeze your hand, “You know,”
“Hm?“
“If Luz finds out he was right. We're never hearing the end of it.“ He continued which makes you groan just from thinking of it.
“He's going to be unbearable shit.“
Then he stepped a little closer, close enough to make your heart acting stupid again. Close enough that his smile softened. And this time, he leaned in and neither of you hesitate to close the gap. Your lips collide like it was meant for each other. It was gentle, nothing dramatic and rushed. Just warm and overlong due of affections between you two that should've take place long ago.
Your other hand rests on his chest then took the initiative and the kiss became deeper as if the softness was now put aside. Babe ain't complaining because his handss now rests on your waist letting you kiss the day out of him.
When you pulled apart, both of you are smiling again, still holding hands and standing under a beautiful austrian hillside. There might be still a war but in that exact moment you know tomorrow is uncertain and time is limited. Somehow, both of you knew who you'll be spending your life with after all of this.
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Love how their method of locomotion on land is trundling while also oozing over the terrain
Boy, they took to that like …
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i've been thinking about how it's so easy to get lost on tumblr with the mindset of like "everyone in the fandom has friends and it's only me who feels lonely" because you see all these friend groups around you and it feels very isolating sometimes. i want everyone to know that a LOT of people feel this way on tumblr (including me). i have days where i go online and i just feel very lonely like everyone doesn't want to talk to me and i'm being ignored. basically i'm making this post because i want y'all to know that it's not just you and i want to give all of you a big big hug
Sometimes Darcy gets accused of not actually being in love with Elizabeth at the time of his first proposal, that he just proposed out of lust, and like yeah lust was definitely a part of it, but I believe him that he truly loved Elizabeth.
Marriage was a big deal. He'd never really be able to divorce her. This was gonna be it for life—and while Elizabeth for life might be wonderful, he's also getting the Bennets for life.
I don't know how much he knew about the Bennets' financial situation beyond the entail, but he had to have known there was a strong chance Mrs. Bennet would end up living with him after Mr. Bennet died. He could afford to set her up in her own house, but they'd still have to spend a lot of time together. And it wasn't just Mrs. Bennet—he'd be saddling himself with the lifelong care of potentially multiple of Elizabeth’s relatives, which is bad enough when you actually like the people, but these are people who he can't stand, and rightfully so! I'd despise living with any of them except Elizabeth and Jane, and maybe Kitty. He's not being a snob when he criticizes them—they legitimately suck. (Well, he is being a snob and dumbass by saying it out loud, but Elizabeth herself knows the criticism is justified.)
On top of all that, he knows marrying Elizabeth is gonna piss off his own family, and potentially jeopardize his friendship with his bestie Charles.
And you're telling me that Darcy was willing to take on all of that shit just for sex?? Sex is easy to get. Hell, even sex with a pretty, kind, smart wife would be easy for Darcy to get. Elizabeth is not his only good option.
I know people's genitals make them do all sorts of wildly stupid things, but I don't think even Darcy's penis is powerful enough (and I've read fanfic, I know how powerful Darcy's penis is) to make him propose to Elizabeth Bennet if he didn't truly love her.
Darcy gets way more shade than Elizabeth, even though she's the greedy gold digger in the story. Can we talk about how she only developed feelings for him AFTER SHE SAW PEMBERLEY. LIKE????
Oh no no no. No. She is not a gold digger. Pemberley is his character reference. The things she learns there tells her he's not your stereotypical rich dude: lazy, irresponsible, reckless, extravagent, etc. Before Pemberley, she already knew Darcy and Collins were rich and turned them both down. She didn't need to see Pemberley to know Darcy was the equivalent of a mega-millionaire, like, stupid stupid rich. She already knew this! But she does need to see Pemberley to know:
He respects and takes excellent care of the people he's responsible for, including his sister, servants, and tenants, even though they're beneath him socially
He respects his parents—he still displays the miniature of Mr. Wickham even though he hates him because his father loved Wickham and he honors and loves his father
He can treat strangers like the Gardiners with respect and kindness
He favors quiet, contemplative pursuits like trout fishing
He appreciates nature and its beauty
He practices sustainable land management—he has a coppice-wood, which is better for the ecosystem of his land, rather than cutting down big beautiful old trees to make way for pointless decoration, like John and Fanny Dashwood in S&S
He doesn't flaunt his wealth—he has good taste rather than being gaudy, ostentatious, or stuffy, like his aunt Lady Catherine
Please read these articles by @bethanydelleman:
Pemberley in the 1995 adaptation of Pride & Prejudice It’s funny how often I read people online treating this line from Elizabeth seriously,
Pemberley as imagined by Pride & Prejudice 2005 Elizabeth is not mercenary, the tour at Pemberley did not sway her in regards to wealth, but
And this Tumblr thread about Darcy's sustainable land management
This ☝️ person gets it!!!