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Heya! My commissions are open again for the remainder of the summer. if you like how I draw, feel free to shoot me a dm or an email!
faq and prices are listed in the link in bio and down below!
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Projection glitch on Notre-Dame, 2021
i couldn't possibly tell you
Me & twin❤🩹
deltarune this week
“Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time. In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows: “The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.” In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.”
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PBS: Language as Prejudice - Myth #6: Women Talk Too Much (via misandry-mermaid)
Every EVERY women’s studies class I’ve been in has had this problem and failed to address it.
(via iamayoungfeminist)
Loved the part where he said it’s iron time and lung’ed all over.
not all cages have bars.
gaming
Yes clark maybe you were the problem
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Part 1
Backrooms (2026) - Kane Parsons, A24
Backrooms art because I genuinely can’t wait for the movie anymore.
Just fyi, the title is a quote by James Baldwin, but the poem is by Nikita Gill.
I shared the source of Baldwin's quote here. It's from an essay that he started writing after Kwame Ture, then still known as Stokely Carmichael, had his passport confiscated by the US government in 1967.
I also share the poem there. Nikita Gill wrote it in 2024. You can find her on Tumblr as well, @meanwhilepoetry
Here's a transcription (copied from my previous post):
"Every bombed village is my hometown" - James Baldwin And every dead child is my child. Every grieving mother is my mother. Every crying father is my father. Every home turned to rubble is the home I grew up in. Every brother carrying the remains of his brother across borders is my brother. Every sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. Every one of these people are ours, Juist like we are theirs. We belong to them and they belong to us.
Back in the day- *jingle, jingle, jingle*.