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society6 here
Taylor cheering for Emma Stone at the 2024 Golden Globes (x)
just once, i'd like to see a "tradwife" blog where the wife in question looks 10 years older than she really is. i'd like to see the prematurely white hairs, the dried and wrinkled hands, the cracked and dull nails from constantly cleaning and washing dishes, the dark circles and eye bags. i want to see the trad wives who gained weight during pregnancy and never managed to lose it, the ones who have nowhere to complain that their knees and backs ache from scrubbing bathroom floors, the ones dead tired from spending all day on their feet sweeping and cooking.
i want to see the trad wives who look messy and disheveled because they had no time to wash their hair this week, whose faces hurt from falling asleep with their makeup on every night from sheer exhaustion. i want to see the trad wives who haven't bought a new dress in years, whose prettiest clothes don't fit them anymore, who only have one bra at this point and it's five years old and the underwire's starting to come out. i want to see the trad wives who are ashamed of their appearance, of the way their bodies changed, the baby weight they never shed. the ones who look longingly and jealously at wealthier women their age who look 10 years younger, those who have the time and money to invest in their looks and hobbies.
i want to see the trad wives whose children take them for granted. those whose children think the beds make themselves, the meals cook themselves, the house cleans itself. those whose children never help out around the house because "that's mom's job". i want to see the trad wives whose sons take after their fathers and never lift a finger to help because "that's women's work", and whose daughters are forced to become mini mothers and housekeepers from a young age because "that's women's work". i want to see the trad wives whose sons never grow up and whose daughters never get to be kids, because that's what they're taught.
i want to see the trad wives whose children are disabled. those whose toddlers aren't beautiful and docile little angels, but who have behavioural issues, developmental issues, health issues of all kinds. children who are crippled, paralyzed, on the spectrum, with down syndrome, deaf, blind, nonverbal. those whose children will require permanent care or even hopitalization throughout most of their lives, who require therapy or medication, who struggle with chronic pain or emotional regulation, for whom every day is a fight.
i want to see the trad wives whose husbands struggle to make ends meet. i want to see trad wives faced with a near-empty pantry, trying to figure out what to feed their children with. i want to see trad wives whose husbands are breaking down under financial strain, constantly irritable and withdrawn because they don't know how they'll afford the mortgage this month. i want to see the trad wives who have no idea how to help pay the bills because men are the ones who handle finances. i want to see trad wives struggling to hold back tears when their children complain about eating spaghetti and tuna for the second week in a row, or when they ask for a christmas gift they can't afford.
i want to see the trad wives who can't remember their own hobbies. i want to see trad wives whose eyesight's so far gone that by the time they have time, they can no longer read, or paint, or sew. i want to see the trad wives who gave up on their self-care routines long ago because there wasn't time nor money, the ones who haven't bought a candle or a new novel or a colored pencil set in years because their kids' dental surgery or college tuition was more important. i want to see the trad wives who say "i used to be a wonderful dancer once" or "i really loved pottery once" or "i was very good at math once, doubt i remember any of it now" with a sad, faraway look in their eyes.
i want to see the trad wives who are real. these pastel moodboards full of flowers and shining kitchens and blonde babies and thin young women with perfect skin are an illusion. they don't exist. to be a traditional housewife is to accept a life full of sacrifice. it means you're willing to waste away, to shrink in on yourself until there's almost nothing left, just for the sake of your family.
even if you do everything right, if you marry a good man who provides for you and doesn't abandon you, or cheat on you, or abuse you in any way (which is already like finding a needle in a haystack), you will still be faced with exhaustion and suffering. your children will not be perfectly angelic and lovely. your house will not be clean and flawless at all times. your husband will not be loving and doting forever. you will have to work yourself to the bone; you will have to sacrifice your looks, your health, your hobbies, your emotional needs, your physical and mental well-being. nothing about you will be a priority anymore.
if that kind of sacrifice is worth it to you, then i commend you; you are far braver and more noble than i. but if you are not willing to sacrifice everything about yourself for the sake of your family, then you should take a long, hard look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you've fallen in love with a fantasy. because i can promise you, the reality is so, so much uglier than you ever could've imagined.
Might I petition the fandom to make start and donate to a go fund me to buy an Oscar for Nicola’s supporting actress’s 🍈🍈 (we should purchase two huh)
all that penelope wanted was all that she got 🥹
Women I need some advice:
I’ve been having frequent headaches and some pain in my arms and legs more recently despite not working out. I’ve also felt incredibly fatigued even when going to bed earlier and sleeping in to get proper hours of sleep. I have a blood test soon though I’m not sure if that will catch any irregularities.
Does anybody recognize any possible health problems that I’m not aware of?
Women I need some advice:
I’ve been having frequent headaches and some pain in my arms and legs more recently despite not working out. I’ve also felt incredibly fatigued even when going to bed earlier and sleeping in to get proper hours of sleep. I have a blood test soon though I’m not sure if that will catch any irregularities.
Does anybody recognize any possible health problems that I’m not aware of?
Women I need some advice:
I’ve been having frequent headaches and some pain in my arms and legs more recently despite not working out. I’ve also felt incredibly fatigued even when going to bed earlier and sleeping in to get proper hours of sleep. I have a blood test soon though I’m not sure if that will catch any irregularities.
Does anybody recognize any possible health problems that I’m not aware of?
What is a woman if not a smile in the face of a storm
What is a woman if not the storm
If not the crechendoing tempest and
The ethereal melody that somehow never loops back again
Unpredictable familiar rhythm
If not lilting music box laughter
A cacophony of karma
What is a woman if not an expanse of endless possibly
If not a universe in static motion
If not the duality of an ocean
In all her calm lethality
Her peaceful wild
In all her vastness and instiabilty and depths never to be discovered
What is a woman if not a warning to be careful what you wish for
If not a walking contradiction
A winding metaphor
An invitation to drown yourself amongst her depths
All sin and
Salvation and
Sacrifice
All risk and
Reward and
Redemption
If not the remembering and the revenging
What is a woman if not salacious second chances
If not doubting into oblivion only to be resurrected over and over
And Over Again
If not myth and martyr and miracle
If not warrior and wish and whim
What is a woman if not ravaged battlefield and a bullet wound just clotting
A freshly dug grave that still smells like flowers and earth and possibility
If not stitches pulled taunt and the soft skin of a scar
If not delicately crafted battle wound
If not the art of unbreaking
What is a woman if not a champagne toast and red wine stain
If not shattered glass and shards that will lodge themselves under your fingernails
What is a woman of not midnight blaze and forest fire and funeral pyre
What is a woman if not
burning
burning
burning
What is a woman if not waist curved like a flame
What is a woman if not
Anything she wishes to be.
It’s National Women’s Month! ❤️ and I’m one of the biggest women lovers out here 👀
Heaven Sent Pt.4
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Previous parts: pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1. (Words: 1.8)
not proofread, oop.
des: A continuation of the on-going Cyno x femreader brothel au.
warnings: brief mentions of vomiting and motion sickness.
It's not as gross as it sounds, I swear--
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Screaming fills the room. Just unadulterated screaming with your brain going ape and throwing anything you can get your hands on at the new intruder.
“H-hey, Miss! Calm down—“ the hooded figure shared your panic as they hopped off from the windowsill and onto the floor near you.
“I’m with Cyno! I mean, the general or whatever,” from the moonlight showering in, you watch as the stranger frantically pulls down their hood to reveal piercing blue eyes, and glistening tan skin. She then lifts her hands on each side of her head as a way to surrender any threat she could possibly pose to you. Once she did, her stance was stiff as she peered at you, waiting for you to calm down.
This woman in front of you was neither heard of or seen by you so naturally, you hesitated. Years of being trapped there had taught you to act so, but if she knew about Cyno and his true purpose there, then…surely, you can for a moment…believe that this strange woman is on his side.
You loosen your grip on the powder pouch you were about to whisk her way. Cautiously, you stood up from your enclosed position on the floor’s corner, and yet somehow, she still towers over you. You gulped, still anxious but willing to hear her out.
She notices and exhales, gladdened to see your steady cooperation. A cheeky smile making its way on her features as she explains, “…I didn’t mean to scare you back there…”
She lets her arms down, “I’m actually the backup.” She says as she unveils her hair.
“The plan didn’t go exactly as planned.”
“How so?” you asked meekly, your reserves still held.
“Things escalated more than intended and..that’s why there was a scene down there,” she glanced at the closed door of the room, likely referring to the main hall where the madam threw a fit minutes ago.
“Yeah, that had to be solved so I stepped in, yadda-yadda and arrived here just when you finished that bastard up.” she dusted her hands off and gazed at your stunned form.
“Hm, you’re definitely stronger than you look.” You tilted your head, visibly questioning what she meant by that. She chuckles, a glint of something unreadable in her eyes.
“I don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a rare thing to see something as strong and equally stunning as yourself.” Something like wonder and admiration sparks at her glance towards you. Having been genuinely complimented, your face felt a little warm, “Thank you,”
She nods at you and shifts towards the window, letting her dark hair with streaks of yellow blow with the wind.
“It’s so stuffy in here…I don’t know how you guys do it,” she pops her head out the window for a quick view of the surrounding area before turning to you, asking with a no-good grin on her face, “Shall we go?”
Her hand reaches out to you and in a heartbeat, you would’ve taken it without sparing your mind the time to weigh the consequences. Keyword, would’ve.
“…I can’t.” You replied in reluctance. Your eyes that held new found spirit lost it as soon as it came, dropping down to the floor below when you can’t forget what place you’re in. Who holds you here. With that, even your will can’t tear down this prison. Still powerless, four walls of a room is enough to keep you.
“If she finds out I’m gone, with the room left like this–”
“It’ll be quick, so don’t worry about it.” she clasps at your hand, tugging at you slightly, “We’ll be late if we stay any longer.”
“Late to what–” Not allowing you to finish, she pulls you in and holds you at the waist flush against her body, then leaps off from your window to another roof with you securely wrapped to her.
“You’ll have to come to find out, Miss” her smirk concerns you as she hops from building to building, your yelps accompanied by it. As an attempt to shut yourself up, and from fear, you bury your face into the corner where her neck and shoulder meet.
How embarrassing…
To salvage some dignity, you try to distance yourself. But with a quick glimpse from over her shoulder of the ground far down, you decided your dignity wasn’t worth the risk of a heart attack. Then proceed to shut your eyes and hold onto her tighter. Ah, your poor heart can’t handle this much stress in a night.
She, on the other hand, resisted to tease you. Consider it mercy or pity, she still had manners.
“Ah, shucks.” She utters, having seemed to remember them. A bashful expression taking over that proud face she has, as her smirk is replaced with an apologetic and awkward line of a smile. “Sorry that I didn’t tell you my name yet,” you frowned into her neck, “The name’s Dehya. A pleasure to meet ya,”
That would’ve been more appreciated several rooftops ago.
“Likewise.” You had to whisper to her ear. The loud and rushing wind that passed you both, competed with your voice so there was no other way to respond, at least that’s what you tell yourself at your precarious position.
“And yours, Miss?” she queried, after your less expressed response.
“Find out when we get there,” you shot right back at her. She laughed into the air, and you had to admit, it was nice to hear something so friendly and without intent. It was refreshing as the nightly breeze, finally away from the brothel for what felt like decades of caged there.
Her movement came to a stop, which was good for you because you were starting to feel sick. You don't need to add throwing up on someone you just met to a very tall tower of things to be embarrassed about. She loosens her hold on you as you try to find balance in your dizzy stupor. Others noticed your arrival and a certain voice rushed to you,
“Y/n!” Surely, it was the one you trusted most in this world. A certain silver haired man came into view, “Dehya, is she hurt anywhere?”
“From what I can tell, she isn’t injured. But you should definitely have her checked by your doctor friend.” Dehya held you by your shoulder as you slowly regained your balance but that would be quickly snatched away too.
“I’ll take her then,” Cyno hooks an arm under your knees and lifts you with a hand holding your back, carrying you bridal style, which grants you just about enough embarrassment for a lifetime. Dehya merely stood there, taken-aback by his shift in demeanor. Watching as you were carried by the usually unmoved general and mused at the sight.
“General, I’m fine…you can put me down,” you spoke quietly, your voice only heard by the man himself. Though you doubted that fact as he gave no response.
“General?” you called out, and he finally comes back from his thoughts.
“It’s better to be sure, so…” he felt tense around you and yet, “…please.” he pleaded, his voice the softest you’ve ever heard of him. He doesn’t want to appear harsh, not right now, not to you. Especially not to you.
Sensing this concern, you had to oblige. Even though there was no need to go through the trouble, it would grant him peace of mind. When you look at him now, holding you this close, he looks just as sleepless as yourself.
“Alright then.” you gave in and allowed yourself to be carried in his arms. “I’ll take the check-up,”
There really is no need, though…you thought as the foreign feeling in your stomach appeared and had no sign of going away.
To distract yourself, you take a well-deserved look at the environment around you. It’s a village with a rustic appearance that hones the traditional structure often seen in the desert. Given the time, there weren’t any locals lingering amongst the well-lit streets at this hour.
Save for a lady with blue hair in the hue of the midnight sky. She noticed your company in eyes of two different colors; one is a blue shade akin to the sky at late dawn, and the other yellow like the setting sun. As she approached you, her demeanor held the same air that this place had impressed on you, which was nothing short of warmth and hospitality.
“Good evening, I humbly welcome you to Aaru Village.” She greeted you with her smile oddly bringing you a sense of comfort.
“Candace, where’s Tighnari?” He asked straightforwardly, with a name you hadn’t heard before.
“He’s residing at the chief’s house,” She answers promptly, her eyes never leaving your form as worry becomes her. “Oh my, you look exhausted."
Her brows knit as she thought of the most natural course of action, “I’ll run you a bath.” The lady named Candace curtly excuses herself before you could oppose it, presumably to carry out what she said.
“General, I can’t possibly stay here for that long,” you said, watching the lady go off to do the task in vain, a feeling of remorse coming onto you for not trying to stop her.
“That will be taken care of.” He responded instantly, for if he were more honest, said fact for your concern almost slipped his mind. The aids that came back after Dehya entered your room reported the incident to him. Which left no room for anything else in his mind but ever-growing guilt.
“Then what about–”
“I’ve already seen to it. He’s safe.” A shaky breath leaves your chest.
"Rest assured, you've…done enough."
All of a sudden, as if gravity itself was lifted from you, a burden you hadn't noticed on you had been taken away. Giving you a relief you never knew was being held from you.
"It's been so long since I've seen the night sky from outside there." You spoke from a depth that only came out with the moon. A thousand nights of gazing at the same sky from the window, longing for a better life, and now–
You are breathing in it. Basking in freedom, it feels strange but does wonders to your heart, scarred with hardship.
"This certainly won’t be the last…” He utters, almost like a declaration. Maybe he hadn’t intended it for you, but it made your heart twist in an unexpected way. A mark to a promising beginning.
Thoughtlessly, you smiled and rested your head on his chest. Tired from the previous stress and emotional labor you had undergone. You finally allowed yourself this slice of peace, taking the time to appreciate the cool caress of the night breeze.
Thank you –was what you wanted to say but you could no longer fight the fatigue and felt your eyes grow heavier. Your consciousness eventually sinks into this natural and inviting warmth.
The warmth in question, Cyno, – could only move ever so swiftly because one, you had passed out on him, please don't wake up because of him. Two, oh archons no, you passed out on him, you need help! Does this mean you’ll die? Was he going to die? Possibly, at least his racing heart had that much to say about it.
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A/N: The plot's getting a BBL, by which I mean the plot thickens, which also means potentially longer chaps. :>
As always, thank u for ur patience. <3
(It srsly helps with my current character development era, we love to see it).
Till again :)
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5 Ways To Relax Your Nervous System:
▪ Vagus Nerve Activation Exercises
▪ Humming & EFT
▪ Somatic Experiencing
▪ Self Hug & Loving Words Of Affirmation
▪ Breathwork Healing
This is life changing and you deserve to live a relaxed life.
♧
Remember your wholeness within,
Love - Palalika
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if you see this reblog it. doesn’t matter if it doesn’t suit your theme or you believe it “won’t ever happen to me” because it CAN and it DOES. it’s a shame we have to encourage women to look out for each other because men apparently didn’t get the memo to stop being fucking creepers but safety in numbers ladies. and if you’re a man and don’t understand why following a woman is so wrong, chances are YOU’RE part of the problem
Today is Women's Equality Day in the US, celebrating the passage of the 19th Amendment (101 years ago).
Let's be proud of how far we've come in terms of gender equality and be conscious of how far we still have to go, both in the US and across the globe.
Let's make sure we celebrate all women - including women of color, queer women, trans women, disabled women, and women of other marginalized groups.
With much forgiveness, anyone can go from foe to friend.
Frustrated tears cooled the warm face of the young girl seated by herself outside in the warm summer afternoon. No matter what, this day felt especially bad and her thoughts wouldn’t stop for anything no matter what she did to halt them.
However, the world would have it where she could have no privacy and was soon approached by someone else.
“Cassie?”
She rubbed her face quickly and turned to look at the voice that called her. “Jessica? Why are you here?”
Her eyes looked off. “You’re annoying ass brother wouldn’t leave me alone. He didn’t know where you were so I… figured you’d be here.”
Cassie’s head shook. “How did you know I would be here?”
“Because, dummy, this is where you and… him would hang out isn’t it?”
Thankful she hadn’t mentioned the name, Cassie still felt a twinge in her chest and turned her head away. “I guess so…”
The pair remained in a stiff silence and Jessica made no effort to say anything. Cassie didn’t move and remained sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her face. Eventually, Jessica sat down beside her and let out a sigh.
“Can I ask, why you’re out here?”
Cassie just shrugged. “I wanted to be alone.”
“Because?”
“Just because.”
Jessica rolled her eyes knowing they weren’t going to get anywhere. She didn’t know if things were right for her to say considering their relationship up to this point, but she felt a bit like she could say one thing.
Now, it was a matter of if she wanted to say it or not.
Jessica sat on that thought for a while and eventually Cassie shifted to stand up.
“I’m sorry Ren bothered you. I think I’m just gonna head home now.”
Jessica said nothing as Cassie started to walked off. She didn’t get very far before Jessica got to her feet as well and caught Cassie by her arm.
“Hey just… you don’t have to leave.”
Cassie didn’t look back.
“Just, let me say something okay?” Jessica’s grip only tightened and soon she let out a slight groan before speaking. “Were you crying over Aki?” Feeling her arm tense, Jessica assumed she was right.
“I wasn’t crying,” Cassie said with her head turned away.
“Come on already, I know you were crying and I know it had to be because of him.”
Cassie continued to shake her head and she started to yank her arm trying to break away from Jessica.
“Look, I miss him too, and it wasn’t like I had any reason to; but you can’t sit here and cry about him. It’s over and time to move on.”
More violently this time, Cassie pulled her arm and used her free hand to pull as well. “Let go of me!”
“No, just… if you don’t have anyone to talk to, then you can talk to me.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why can’t you? What’s the issue with just telling me something I already know?”
Cassie, with a frustrated tone, said, “because you’ve always acted like you know everything! Even when you would bully me because of some boy.” Jessica’s grip loosened and Cassie was able to pull her arm back to her side.
Trying to ignore the first part, Jessica moved on. “So, he was just some boy to you?”
Cassie sighed. “No, he wasn’t just some boy and you fucking know that.” Cassie ran a hand through her hair. “I just used to think it was so ridiculous that you were actually bullying me because of a crush you had on a guy who was dating someone else.”
Jessica wrapped her arms around her waist. “Yeah, I know it was stupid.” She paused. “But, you can’t blame me. I had no other choice, especially when… I had no chance.”
“So you were aware Aki would never like you, yet you still bullied me to no end?” Cassie scoffed. “I’m not sure how I should feel about that. This whole conversation is making me feel that way."
Jessica kept her eyes away from Cassie’s figure and as the silence fell over them, she could only hear her thoughts trying to answer that exact question. Eventually, Jessica managed to find some words and looked back at Cassie who was scowling at this point.
“I know I should say something like sorry to you, but that would be a lie. I don’t feel sorry for what happened, I feel like I should make it up to you instead.”
“Huh?”
“Like, I know what I did to you. Saying sorry isn’t going to make up for the years I made fun of you, the rumors I spread about you, or even the spiteful things I did to break up you and Aki. So, I feel like maybe I should make it up instead of saying sorry.”
Cassie stared at the girl in front of her. Without very many words, Cassie felt a little off about what she was saying. Not because she didn’t want to hear it, but because it didn’t make sense where this was coming from.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Cassie said, “why would you even want to do that? Why not just leave me be?”
Jessica let out a small breath. “Because, I think you and me are the only two people in the world who knows how the other feels.”
“I’m… not getting it.”
“Come on, you and I are both too smart to play dumb here. You were crying, no matter if you say otherwise or not, and I know exactly how you feel because I also liked Aki.”
Cassie bit her lip listening to Jessica’s words. “Even if that was true, what happened between me and Aki isn’t something I’ll remember forever. I’ll move on because no one cares about just a stupid relationship anyways.”
“I know you don’t feel that way. I don’t know what kind of shit you went through to think that no one would care, but only an asshole would say that to your face.” Jessica paused. “Someone who really cared about you would feel every little sliver of pain you feel no matter how dumb you think it is.”
That seemed to strike a cord in Cassie and her breath caught in her throat. “Wha-what are you saying that for?”
“Because Aki is an extremely nice person who—believe it or not—comforted me as well. I know he said those things to you because he used to say them to me. The only difference being that he was just sympathetic to me.” Jessica’s head dropped. “I can admit now that, yes, I was jealous of what you and him had. So, to see that you lost what I was trying so desperately to get… I know how you’re feeling, Cassie.”
“Like I haven’t heard that a million times. Listen, I don’t need any comforting. Like I said, I’ll move on eventually.”
“And I’m sure you will, but I need you to understand that you don’t have to be by yourself right now. I told you—I know exactly what you’re feeling.” Jessica’s head came up and there, Cassie saw something she never thought she would.
Streaming down her face, were tears that appeared just as cooling as Cassie’s did. Jessica started to choke over her words, but she spoke through it. Through her sobs and coughs, she managed to keep talking.
“I know it hurts… I know you feel like Aki was the only good thing to ever happen to you… I know you want to hug him again, you just want him to tell you everything will be alright.” Her hands went to her face. “Because he always made it seem like things really would be okay.”
Hearing that and seeing Jessica’s strong outburst, Cassie felt the tears she tried to hide come back. Her head dropped into her hands and once again, she started to cry. Jessica moved closer to Cassie and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The girls held each other as if letting go would kill them and, in this moment, it felt like it would.
It felt like their hearts were both hurting and this hug was the beginning to mending them. Their hearts that fought for so long to maintain an image that hurt them more than protected them was starting to melt away. This embrace felt like something they both had been missing in the months their hearts were given back to them.
Jessica managed to calm herself and leaned over to see Cassie’s face. She was still crying, but was obviously holding it back by her frame shaking in Jessica’s grasp. Thinking not to bring it up, Jessica spoke about something else instead.
“By the way, Ren didn’t tell me you were here.”
“H-he didn’t?”
“No. I got worried about you when you left school today. I figured something might have been bothering you since you never really opened up about it.” Jessica paused and allowed the quiet to wash over them. “So, are you really okay?”
For a while, Cassie didn’t say anything or even move. Eventually, she said, “no…” Her voice was broken.
“Is there anything that’d help?”
Cassie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before.” Her voice was becoming shallow.
“Okay, that’s fine.” Jessica paused. “I wouldn’t know what to do either, but how about we take it slow? You can talk to me if you want and if not, we’ll spend the summer doing whatever you want.”
Cassie said nothing to this, but it was obvious she was grateful as her shaking calmed significantly. She then gave a slow nod.
“Okay…”
Jessica felt relieved at those words. “Alright, but I really think you should at least let your brother know about this. He can be with you much more than I can.”
Cassie barely got out any of her words, but she finally mustered out a whisper of, “thank you…”
Jessica smiled. “You’re welcome.”
