hello ladies cute feminist boy here
i am into consensual sex, i bathe, and i have gone four months without taking a human life
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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hello ladies cute feminist boy here
i am into consensual sex, i bathe, and i have gone four months without taking a human life
― Henrik Ibsen, A Doll's House
Written in 1879, at a time when larger than life protagonists with their idealistic struggles took the centre stage following in Shakespeare's footsteps, Ibsen took a different approach, putting equal importance in the realistic endeavours of the individual whose voice was rarely heard: the woman. This time, the woman wasn't just a character meant to compliment, support, or develop her male counterpart,– she was the protagonist of her own story. When she comes to understand the reality of her doll-like existence, Nora chooses to reject the roles so easily pushed onto her by society: of a dutiful mother, a subservient wife, a compliant woman, and instead sets out to find something much more important: herself. The resultant "slam of the door" as she walks out plunges the theatre in darkness, signalling an end to her partaking in this age-old play women had been forced into for centuries.
Some scholars take the symbolism further, claiming that Torvald himself is a doll on his own right - a puppet of patriarchy, living in a made-up artificial stage, created specifically to cater to him, but which is ultimately hollow and lifeless, just as he has become in his refusal and inability to understand or accept human connection, idealising societal norms instead. As such, both him and his Doll House are fragile things at risk of collapse under the threat of something real– Nora's departure puts an end to the charade, leaving Torvald with nothing but to face himself.
griffsca in the latest chapter..... everyone discuss.
We haven't heard anything about the rats in forever, did they leave you like everyone else?
A wedding! Darling, how delightful~! ^-^ why limit yourself to one avenue, dearest? One venue is too small for the dream, is it not? Multiple locations, I say! In the heart of the city. Invite the scribes from the archive of our own! All should be witness to such a joyous occasion 💓💓💓
I have no clue what you are talking about darling dearest🩶
Who the fuck is sending you notifications in Falconia about my new push-up... I mean lightly-lined bra?
The particles of matter traveling through time amid the endless abyss have arranged themselves in such patterns that the slight bounce of thine bosom vibrates at a frequency that only my otic nerves are designed to pick up on. It has been this way ever since we were unicellular organisms traveling through the ocean's dark floor, as we matured into green vegetation under the sun's warmth, and as we travel as complex creatures between the shadows and light.
It is fate Guts, and we cannot escape it.
Set them free. It is time.
Ain't got a single clue what half that meant, but fuck it. Prepare yourselves.
Turn around bright eyes~
no griffith hater will ever be as excited about him suffering as a true griffith fan
Okay, beyond the messing around, if I can be completely honest for a moment the latest chapter and the way how it rewrites the relationship between Griffith and the GodHand has left me with this dreadful feeling, which I truly hope I am wrong about. The way how it calls out all his savior antics and world building and his kingdom as just a front he is hiding behind- which, to be fair, is just confirmation of what we already know- but this revelation being done in the form of taunting by the GodHand, coupled with his unusual reaction... has me fearing that this entire time the reality of Griffith's situation has been this:
The only difference now being:
He no longer has somebody to drag him out of there.
In this grand chase of his that was spurred on by both guilt and ambition, for every single sacrifice to be worth something he chose power believing that he wouldn't have to need anybody else if he was strong enough.
And he got exactly what he wanted.
This time around he is completely and utterly alone.
all done
This is positively gorgeous, OP! The attention to detail, the pose, the concept! You have outdone yourself!
"Too late, I've already depicted myself as the majestic Chadffith and you as the loser GodVirgins, so..."
A warm welcome back to the dungeons for Griffith Berserk! It's almost like he never left!
Who the fuck is sending you notifications in Falconia about my new push-up... I mean lightly-lined bra?
The particles of matter traveling through time amid the endless abyss have arranged themselves in such patterns that the slight bounce of thine bosom vibrates at a frequency that only my otic nerves are designed to pick up on. It has been this way ever since we were unicellular organisms traveling through the ocean's dark floor, as we matured into green vegetation under the sun's warmth, and as we travel as complex creatures between the shadows and light.
It is fate Guts, and we cannot escape it.
Set them free. It is time.
Griffith doesn't give a shit about Casca it's the Moonlight Boy who's protecting his mother. btw Casca is terrified of seeing her rapist and is still trying to escape Falconia to find Guts. STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!
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A little boy went out to play. When he opened his door, he saw the world. As he passed through the doorway, he caused a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born, and followed the boy.... An old tale, and a variation: A little girl went out to play. Lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the marketplace-you see that don't you?- but through the alley behind the marketplace. This is the way to the palace.
But it isn't something you remember.
-David Lynch, Inland Empire.
I like my twinks tortured, my cage gilded, and myself destroyed and betrayed for nothing, god bless Falconia!
So you have come to realise it... Guts!
Do you guys think they will be married inside the Falconian Partheonon or inside the Falconian Colloseum😍?
So you have come to realise it... Guts!