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I miss when the national weather service was staffed and funded. Now the weather alerts are like “There is a slight chance of a massive thunderstorm with hail and 60 mile per hour winds capable of knocking out the power grid. Slight. Might happen, might not. We’re not God, we don’t know.”
SEVERANCE 2.04 | Woe's Hollow
Erin Hanson
Ocotillos and Blooms, 2019
Oil on canvas, 46 x 36 in
thinking about the first tunnel scene. the sheer reverence of it. “but i just got here.” the gentleness with which rocky taps the wall after grace’s initial scare. the way he keeps repeating the puppet message even as grace backs away. “i’ll see you later” repeated in the way he stays until grace is fully back inside. the Score. the score…. they’ve both only just met but are already so hesitant to leave each other. the desperate hope of connection
thinking about the first tunnel scene. the sheer reverence of it. “but i just got here.” the gentleness with which rocky taps the wall after grace’s initial scare. the way he keeps repeating the puppet message even as grace backs away. “i’ll see you later” repeated in the way he stays until grace is fully back inside. the Score. the score…. they’ve both only just met but are already so hesitant to leave each other. the desperate hope of connection
thinking about the first tunnel scene. the sheer reverence of it. “but i just got here.” the gentleness with which rocky taps the wall after grace’s initial scare. the way he keeps repeating the puppet message even as grace backs away. “i’ll see you later” repeated in the way he stays until grace is fully back inside. the Score. the score…. they’ve both only just met but are already so hesitant to leave each other. the desperate hope of connection
incredible margaret line. even though she's complaining that she never gets to see donald, i think it's exactly why she picked him as a husband. he ticked all the right boxes (rich, high ranking, decent looking) but best of all, he's barely around. she has all the security and status of being a married woman, but she doesn't have to deal with the actual marriage. except for the few times they get r&r and then it's time for her to dress up as a model heterosexual woman and play pretend with her toy soldier. we know from stars and stripes how quickly she tires of playing this part - all it takes is the mere prospect of making two omelettes and she's out. so it would have been a relief for her to be able to say goodbye to donald after a few days and go back to her life at the 4077 as essentially a free woman.
she always seems more concerned about playing her role as a wife than she is about donald - when he has his hernia operation she wants to be with him because she feels a wife should be there looking after her husband. she's a nurse, she knows that it isn't anything serious but she hates that she isn't doing her duty. then in comrades in arms when she finds out donald's cheating on her with another woman, what hurts the most isn't the affair, but the way he refers to her as "sturdy" and uses romantic language that he never does with her. she feels like she's failed in her role as a wife, which is why she goes so overboard with hawkeye the next day trying to force them both into fulfilling their respective gender roles.
scariest thing is when you're a kid in a huge family run by women and then you go over to a house that's deeply patriarchal & misogynistic. i remember when i was 8 years old and i got invited over to my friend's house for a big birthday party with her entire extended family. after the enormous lunch that served over 30 people, i got called into the kitchen to do literally hundreds of dishes, alongside all the other little girls and women. not only were the boys our age all excused from the meal to go play, but all the grown men went to the living room to watch sports together and drink. i couldn't believe it. i asked why some of the grownups were watching TV but the girls had to clean up and all the women just laughed and laughed at me.
as a teenager when i learned the word "sexist" and used it the older women balked at it and tried to convince me this arrangement was a good thing actually because women need space from men, and cleaning in the kitchen after parties is a sacred domain of safety. and i was like actually i think needing private safety from your own husbands, sons, and brothers sounds even worse. like do you understand you somehow made this even more troubling than it already was
like i think it's fine if a bunch of sister-in-laws/wives want time together without their husbands & brothers to talk together in camaraderie. i'm not judging that. obviously. but dare i ask why the women's meetup could only take place while doing manual labor for a nearby room full of men
it's also interesting how this ingrained rigid social structures in children bc i was mostly friends with boys at that age and in fact was at the birthday party of a friend who was a boy so i remember complaining to him at school that it was weird all the girls had to help clean up because i didn't know any of the other little girls so i felt really left out that i didn't get to hang out with my own friends for a chunk of the party and he and the other little boys were like "that's just the rules."
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one of the consequences of re-experiencing mp100 as a real grown up is that it's making me crazy. but in a different way than it did six years ago
He means a little squeeze bottle with brine shrimp inside but… bottle feeding the loblings…
I'm sorry this was too good of a mental image I had to draw it
adulthood notes:
The Rodeo Rule: you only have to do it for the first time once.
The Rohan Rule: if you are at a social function full of new people and you want to be liked, find someone doing important work like setup or food prep and offer to help.
The Tutorial Mode Rule: to navigate an unfamiliar situation where you fear you will mess up an interaction, preface the interaction by mentioning that you've never done this before, and let them know if you have a specific concern or question.
The Rocket Science Rule: most new things you want to try seem very complicated but are simple when taken step by step.
The [X] Will Remember That Rule: if you need to make small talk with the same person on a regular basis, try to save one fact or current event in their life from a given conversation and bring it up next time you talk.
The Cool Binder Rule: by wearing clothes and accessories that are to your taste instead of trying to blend in, people will be more likely to compliment you and show interest in you as a person.
i hope every straight woman on the planet realizes she doesnt have to date shitty guys or guys at all for that matter seriously being single is better than whatever this is
The popular idea that women are *allowed* to express more emotion than men because they're stereotyped as overly emotional is so fucking stupid when you actually think about it for 2 seconds. It's like saying poc are allowed to be angry. Dude
Toxic masculinity's emotional repression has a slightly different flavor to it but can we be so fucking honest. Every man I've known will throw a hissy fit at a moment's notice they just don't like having emotionally vulnerable friendships with each other because they're scared of looking gay. Which is their own fault for being homophobic. Damn I wish men weren't allowed to talk about their feelings stfu
Skeletor has forever destroyed our ability to come up with voices for skeleton characters.
this is like saying NASA has forever destroyed our ability to wonder what it's like on the moon. like we can still use our powers of imagination if we want to but the question's pretty much fucking settled.
