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An update fansong from Trickster Jane’s POV for your listening enjoyment. Download at soundcloud source. :)
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Hello, my candy coated darling, it’s your vanilla baby
I’ve come to say I love you and I always have
I find it so amusing, I used to be confused and
afraid that you would never love me backBut now I see that we were always meant to be
you and me forever planting lots of family trees
counting out our children, half a zillion at least
we’ll name the boys for you and we will name the girls for meHello, the sour peach of my skin, the sweetest poison icing
so tasty it could rot your teeth and brain
The chaotic consumption, the diabetic gumption
to do a thing like make me go insaneand leave this plane of reality completely
float among the clouds of pink and blue cotton candy
let’s blast into space and race around like airplanes
spreading multicolored chem-trails, soda pop and acid rainFeels so neat! Never wanna be myself again, I just wanna be SW—E—ET!
Feels so fun! Never wanna come back down…Goodbye to heartbreak on my birthday, annoying boys who hurt me
with all the stupid things they do and say
I can’t even remember, what I was so upset for
Spun sugar melts in water anywaySo no more crying, dry those tears, I’ll end your pain
Soon you’ll feel the cherry syrup running through your veins
Heaven is a grinning face with not a trace of shame
Take a taste of every flavour, favour anything but plainFeels so neat! Never wanna be myself again, I just wanna be SW—E—ET!
Feels so fun! Never wanna come back down….~
Just so we’re clear if I say “shut up” and you say “make me” I am instantly thinking about making out with you
also just so we’re clear if you say “shut up” and i say “make me” that is most definitely an invitation to make out with me
((I got tired of waiting on people to respond back to my replies to them, so I’m just going to post this up. It’s a VERY LATE birthday fic for happyds who is incredible. I also based the ending bit on this picture because it’s one of my favorites. Happy Waaay Belated Birthday!))
Pairing: Trickster!Jake/Dirk
Warning: Trickster!Jake (that’s all the warning you need, really), and I’ll put a blanket dubcon warning on it, too (just in case)
You walk up to your front door carrying a bag of various metal scraps that you’re sure you can put to good use.
The bag—tripled up, so that the metal won’t tear the plastic and fall all over the ground— swings back and forth in your hand while you unlock the door. Before entering your home, you vaguely consider bragging to Jake about how much he missed out on, but you know he won’t care one way or the other, so you just open the door instead.
Honestly, you really wish you hadn’t.
Why is there very little utility to women’s clothing? Why don’t we get pockets which actually open? Why do we have to put up with the ‘false pockets’ that are frequently sewn onto women’s jackets and pants to give visual interest without ruining the ‘line’ of the garment? Why, when pockets are actually present, are they so rarely large, stable, or loose enough to accommodate a phone or a wallet? And why, given this is the case, do women go on to cop so much flack for carrying handbags around with them?
Oh wait. Is this one of those double standards which we feminists are always going on about; one of those innocuous little things which everybody just accepts because it is the norm?
Women carry handbags. It is known.
But why? I have watched my male friends get ready to go out. They slip their wallet into one pocket, their keys into another, their phone into a third pocket, and some of them even still have spare pockets large enough to carry a novel for the journey. Those of my friends who wear women’s clothes, though, face an entirely different situation. If they are wearing the right jeans or jacket, they may have up to two usable pockets (not at all guaranteed). However, in most cases they won’t have any pockets at all. Utility and style rarely meet in women’s fashion, so they grab a bag.
Contrary to all the jokes, most women don’t ‘have’ to leave the house with everything they pack in their day-to-day handbag. Most of the items in a woman’s everyday handbag are in there because, if she’s going to have to carry it anyway, she might as well make it worth her while. Excuse us for making use of the one useful item we find in our wardrobes.
”—Kara, “The Feminist and the Handbag” (via athenasaurus)
Oh lord, don’t get me started on this. This is a little thing that highlights a big equality problem between men and women. We need the same supplies as men to do the same job. When I stocked shelves it was impossible to find pants that would hold my wallet, my box knife, my badge, my keys, my gloves (I worked dairy/frozen) and my phone. I actually ended up not carrying my wallet or keys at all. Fuck if I’m carrying a purse *ever* but that certainly wouldn’t have helped on the job.
My husband? He holds all of that plus his insulin, packets of honey in case his blood sugar drops (or a vial of glucose tablets), glucometer, headphones, markers, and pencils. With plenty of room to spare. I’ve even seen him slip paperback books into empty pockets.
When we bought sweatpants together so we could start working out? I had zero pockets. He had four. Four. When we wanted some boots for added protection working around 1.5-ton pallets and slippery surfaces, he was able to go to the nearest store and buy steel-toed, non-shock, no-slip boots in his size, no problem. I had to look online to find mine. Because women don’t work dangerous jobs. I hate shopping for clothes in general, but when it has to be online it really sucks because you never know if they will actually fit or be decent quality. Especially because, guess what, women’s sizes are far less standardized than men’s.
I’m going to guess this is all some remnant from the “women should be in the kitchen, not out in the world doing practical things” days that has held over and made it harder for us to…you know, do practical things, even nowadays. If I ever end up working a job like that again, I’ll probably just buy men’s pants and hem them for my 5-foot-tall frame, because I deserve the same supplies for my job that men do. And no, I don’t care if the men’s jeans don’t highlight the curve of my ass superbly. Do they hold up under tough conditions? Do they carry what I need carried? Practicality and efficiency only in my wardrobe, please.
(via solluxisms)
I remember watching I think it was Project Runway and the contestants had to design a new uniform for female postal workers. The one designer put utilitarian pockets on her design, and the judges yelled at her for it. They said something about it not being flattering, because you know, the key part of any uniform is not that it works for the job, but that it shows off your body in the best light possible.
Dirk and Lil Hal (Pages 7538-7542)
I present to you my first Homestuck voice project (aside from being recruited by two promptly abandoned ask blogs).
Gasped at the ”The exact same dude”’ what a very nice detail among others.
Not to mention the background noises or the corruption of hal.
i’m hella sick of that whitehouse.gov petition to stop straight men from driving
for fuck’s fucking sake using that site in service of dumb jokes is exactly why they raised the signature limit so high that not one but two actually important trans rights issues didn’t hit their signature requirement
but no you stick it to those straight men by making it harder for small minorities to have their voice heard you’re doing feminism proud
