I’m ALSO very tired of seeing Hufflepuffs written off as airy-fairy
SO
Give me Hufflepuffs that read every single page of the biggest Transfiguration book in the library, and learn the ins and outs of it because “ok, think about it…a dragon pig. We can transfigure a pig into a pig with dragon like features”.
Give me Hufflepuffs that are the best at cheering up nervous first years, because it’s a natural extension of their inherent welcoming and inclusive natures.
Give me Hufflepuffs who leave their Common Room unlocked, and it’s just an unspoken thing where if you’re not at all bothered to answer your own Common Room’s “bloody insufferable mumbo-jumbo” riddle at this “ungodly hour” you can just head on over to Hufflepuff and chill there until morning.
Give me Hufflepuffs that are tough as nails but still incredibly kind and welcoming.
Give me Hufflepuffs who lowkey run a blackmarket in Hogwarts where they just sell random things that are in demand (pens. Muggle pens are ALWAYS in demand) and LITERALLY NEVER GET CAUGHT BECAUSE NO ONE SUSPECTS IT.
Give me Hufflepuffs who will kick your ass, your cow’s ass and Suzanne’s ass, all before breakfast, but still have the warmest smile on their face when they visit you in the hospital wing with a little pig dragon.
Hufflepuffs are not airy-fairy pushovers. In the right circumstances, they WILL punch you in the face.
I started thinking absently about Steve Rogers’ jogging route during my run today and then i couldn’t STOP thinking about it because there’s literally NO WAY it makes sense unless you accept that he is specifically fucking up his entire morning routine to get another look at the cute boy he clocked on his run. I got home and started to make a post about it but it was like
so you’re just going to have to trust me
Enough people asked me to Get Into This that, you know what, fine. Let’s get into it. Under the cut please enjoy my doctoral dissertation, There Is No Carol In HR, or Captain America Is a Big Ol’ Creep and I Can Prove It with Maps.
The red-whispered bulbul is one of the Birds of my Childhood and I can confirm these are birds who give precisely zero fucks.
unsuspecting catholic: is this a mortal sin or just a venial sin? Is it a mortal sin to be okay with doing a venial sin? what if I die tomorrow?
Martin Luther, stepping out from the shadows: it’s all mortal sin
catholic: all bad deeds are mortal sins?
Martin Luther: bad deeds, good deeds
catholic: good deeds are mortal sins??
Martin Luther: no time to explain. it’s not safe here. I–
John Calvin: descends shrieking from the ceiling
They had not been seen together in the museum galleries for quite a while. Monet’s “Women with Umbrellas” are once again side by side in the Impressionist gallery.
AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END!!!!
ok every time this post comes by i resist geeking out on it but NO LONGER so these women are probably the same woman and that woman is monet’s wife camille doncieux. he painted her a LOT. but fun fact: monet had this asshole friend named ernest hochede, and ernest racked up some debts, and like an asshole he basically just fled the country, leaving his wife alice and their six kiddos behind. monet immediately got alice and kids to move in with him, camille, and their two kids. at this point, monet, alice, and camille became my favorite probably historic poly threesome. they lived together, taking care of the kids. they were so poor that alice and camille took turns wearing the nice dress so they could go out with monet. when camille got uterine cancer and began dying, alice helped monet cope and took care of things while he painted camille over and over. when camille died, alice is the reason monet was able to survive. when ernest finally died, monet and alice married, and remained married until alice died. at that point, blanche, the oldest daughter, took care of monet until he died. anyway, the point is, the umbrella ladies are probably the same ladies, but as far as i’m concerned, there WAS a historically queer poly family in that household and they were wonderful.
hello, welcome to wlwoc! this is a blog focused on creating a safe space for wlw (women-loving women) who are not (fully) white. our goal is to foster community + safety, and help change the idea that all wlw are white cis girls.
we’ll contain positivity, wlwoc in media, and various other things that relate! we track the tag #wlwoc and you can @ us if you think there’s a post we may be interested in.
****no men or terfs allowed****
note: we are currently seeking more diversity among our mods (especially non-whitepassing and/or transfeminine people) so send a message if you’re interested!
any lgbt people can reblog this to help get the word out, white or not!!
In Spanish it’s machoplantear which is a combination of macho “male” and plantear(se) “to lay out (an idea) / to consider”
We could have had hombrexplicar [hombre “man” + explicar “to explain”] and I’m not sure why we didn’t? Some peopple disagree over which is better.
The noun form is el machoplanteamiento “mansplaining”
My guess is“hombrexplicar” doesn’t capture the critique of “machismo” in quite as pointed a way; that is, “machoplantear” points directly at the problem/the term already generally used to discuss problems of masculinity.
Anyway, I’m delighted by all of this.
You make a very good point
in hebrew it’s הסגברה / hasgvara – basically a mashup of hasbara (explaining, but also carries the implication of ‘propaganda’) and gever = man
Kimchi and Justice 