miraculous sideblog

people will go onnn about how a man’s flaws makes him so nuanced and interesting and then act genuinely confused when u feel the same way about a woman…

my buddy says the craziest stuff when i make him plead for his life

to be honest i think there’s a large number of people who conflate the very real and widespread phenomenon that women tend to be written off as just mothers or love interests in order to diminish their importance in a given story with the fact that a huge reason they’re sent to narrative purgatory in this way is BECAUSE the labels of “mother” and “girlfriend/wife” are systematically devalued and seen as inherently inferior because they’re terms that have been associated with ownership and/or control over women. like the amount of people who’ve told me that a certain female character is uninteresting or badly written because she happened to have a kid or be a man’s girlfriend or sister just to find out she was actually fleshed out very well and carried significant narrative importance frustrates me soo bad. there’s a huge problem with how those roles (specifically “wife” and “mother”) are systematically devalued and yet also perpetuated as the only viable options for women to achieve their societal roles in the patriarchy but acknowledging the devaluation of those labels to begin with is an important discussion in itself.

mr. lahiffe . cease sending my son incomprehensible “images” over “discord” at once

lila rossi is being paid in neopoints and robux

one calendar year of literally never leaving the stale recycled air of my minimalist kim kardashian mansion has sadly left my immune system waifish and fragile. but the knowledge that every minute i stay alive causes agony for the entire nation keeps me going. my constant hysteria also helps

on occasion i will play back archived interview footage of adrien and myself that i illegally torrent through my forty-seven VPNs. and i will think, yes, i was so normal here. there was an adequate amount of eye contact made, and i spoke in perfectly rehearsed socially acceptable sentences, and i only threatened four infants. my son looked just pitiful and confused enough to be marketable. i even pat him on the shoulder for three entire seconds afterwards. what a flawlessly executed event that was, and i was so normal. so normal

can jagged stone get divorced again or conceive another child out of wedlock or something. that was such a good week