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onemillionspiders:

acesapphic:

Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex? 

Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!”  Alas, I always can. And I’m  sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.

 Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.

I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.

I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure. 

But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.

 But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa. 

I love this

The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!

This needs to be on my blog.

This is it exactly oh my god.

would also like to add – maybe you don’t even dislike coffee. but…you don’t like it either. you’ll drink it, you think it’s okay, sometimes even good, but you’ll never go out of your way to have some. you pass the aisle at the grocery store. you hang out at coffee shops for the atmosphere and you definitely get why people like it, can see the allure, but it’s just something you can live without. 

Maybe you were raised thinking that all coffee was absolutely evil and then you found out later that it’s actually not and oh. 

finnglas:

dangerwaffle:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

masquerading-as-a-genius:

sage-of-rocknroll-oromis:

the-deaf-mermaid:

giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

What song is this talking about?

‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’

Otherwise known as the original ‘Blurred Lines’

HEY FRIENDS HISTORICAL REMINDER: ‘WHAT’S IN THIS DRINK’ ISN’T TALKING ABOUT DRUGS, HE IS NOT TRYING TO ROOFIE HER

THE SONG IS TALKING ABOUT ALCOHOL

but still a pushy song

historical reminder that the reason pina coladas and pink squirrels are known as “girly drinks” is because they mask the taste of alcohol and men were know to give women these drinks without informing them that they were alcoholic. It takes a couple of drinks to realize you’ve been consuming alcohol and by then you’re more susceptible to suggestion, making it easier for him to convince you to stick around and have a third drink. When this song was written in 1944 most women didn’t drink regularly, meaning they had a low tolerance and it would only take 2-3 drinks to get her drunk enough that she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight. This was the 1940s version of being roofied

No no no it was not.

“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol

See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do – and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.“ But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink – unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?“ It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency.

Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because unlike in Blurred Lines, the woman actually has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposedto, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…" She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.

So it’s not actually a song about rape – in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.

Reblogging for that last bit because this is what I rant about to Kellie every time this discourse happens on my blog but I’m too lazy to type it out. SO thank you to @dangerwaffle for not being as lazy as me. This song has a cultural context, and a historical context, and it’s worth talking about how fucked up that context is, but you have to get WHICH context it is right first.

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Y’know how I like to draw animals and yuri on ice? You can bet on me having a bunch of things going in that doodle zine, too! <3 

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gabapple:

Finally, a preview of my piece for the @yoihorrorzine! There’s danger in the woods, and you’d think Yuuri would know better after all of Viktor’s constant talk of wolves, but nooOoOoo…
Pre-orders will open really soon, so watch out!!! 😀

Here’s a text version for easier translating: 

“Uh-huh.” One of the reasons they were in Russia was to improve Viktor’s relationships with his family, and forcing Yakov to be at his beck and call for every little thing seems like the exact opposite of what they want. “Not just because you don’t want to drive?”

“At least I know how!”

“With the public transportation system in Japan, I don’t have to!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have left, then.”

Silence. Then more wind. The snap of a branch. Yuuri sniffs and rights his glasses as he gets to his feet.

“Wait— Yuuka, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”

“Hey Coach. Why don’t you get the tent set up while I get the firewood.”

“Yuuka…” Viktor’s helpless, staring up at him. Good. “You heard what Yakov said… we’re supposed to stay together!”

“You’re supposed to be the coach, now. You make the rules.” Yuuri waits long enough for the reply to sink in, grabs his flashlight, and heads for the trail.

It’s already dark to begin with, but the gradual corkscrew of the dirt path leads Yuuri down to deeper darks, where every surface seems to mold with spongy moss or lush fern and berry patch.The sun probably doesn’t ever touch some places here, and Yuuri’s sure this is where Viktor’s fairytales come from. The big trees stretch up and up, disappearing into swaths of black canopy, then drop back down with skinny trees that hang from emptiness like rope or skeletons in the beams of his flashlight.

He’s able to find plenty of options for kindling in only a few minutes, but he takes his time. They don’t fight often, but time to cool down always helps, and letting Viktor stew over his mistakes does, too. So Yuuri wanders, picking up bits of branch and bark strip, winding through the spruce and birch, mountain ash and pine. The fuller his arms become, the less useful his flashlight is, wedged between a spray of dried pine needles and linden leaves. He depends on the trail directly in front of him, cutting in and out of the foliage.

But nightfall has changed the forest. And Yuuri is lost.

Pre-orders are now open!

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Oh, I guess I never mentioned that I did both the writing and illustrations for this piece, so there’s that, too!

WIP Title Meme

I’m falling asleep. Let’s do this real quick. Tagged by @smolkristen

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!  

I’ll stick to YOI ones, since adding my novel stuff would make for an ultra gigantic list.

  • Never Look Away
  • Vitya Diaries 
  • A Blueprint for Soulmates
  • A Lovely Day for Murder
  • Candy Saga
  • Hearts of Stone and Glass
  • Sad Christophes
  • Satin Sheets
  • Steampunk Fairytale
  • This Little Piggy (it’s actually DONE but not posted)
  • The Underdogs
  • + all of the things for zines and secret NLA stuff that I can’t talk about

Tagging: @mamodewberry, @anyahatesbunnies, @swiftgirl01