From my experience what these people actually want is confirmation that their experiences were normal and correct and that it’s the world that has gone wrong. That’s why confronting them with the fact that actually how they were treated was literally abuse makes them so upset, they don’t want to acknowledge that they were (and often still are) victims of people and systems outside their control. They were raised with the mindset that to admit something hurt you was a weakness. They were raised to believe that suffering through hardship silently is a sign of good character and strength. They want to be praised for being so strong, not sympathised with for being so hurt, they just don’t know what to do with that massive shift in perspective
Turning the brightness all the way down on my phone so the businesswomen on my 7am train can’t see me suck shit at sudoku
do you all remember in the early 2010s where people were talking about freeing the nipple and that mixed-gender sports should become a thing and the removal of period tax and all of that and then some people realised that would mean trans people too ans they instantly decided to revert to bioessentialism 101 and now i have to see grating sentences like Well maybe jeopardy should be gender-segregated because males have a biological advantage in pressing a button
Wine is exactly like omegaverse fanfiction
I was GOING to say. That when you read a wine menu and see something like “notes of leather and wet stone” you think “did an insane person write this its grapes” but after youve read about wine and growing regions and the effect of oak barrels on aging and tasted a bunch of stuff and given it some thought you find yourself taking a sip of french syrah and thinking “mmm little bit of leather on the finish there” and all of a sudden that shits not crazy anymore. Youve been cooked in the soup. Youve been living in the monkey house.
With omegaverse fanfic. You -
You get the idea. Do the work for me. Please
Sorry tanuki fucker 91. I will be clearer. You get coated in the slick
i am jiggling a credit card in the door crack. life is a rich tapestry come take my hand we will weave it together.




















