Another trope I forgot to mention that I love are traumatized characters experiencing love for the first time and not knowing how to cope with it. I just eat that shit up
especially when they’re like edgy, scary and mean. that moment where they get a tender hug, or a gentle rub or just someone complimenting them and their entire world view is changed. thats so good. i need more of it
“i want a word for the almost-home. that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline that you never loved until you left it behind. what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted? i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway. give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own. i want a word for the moment you know you’re almost home.”
Men like to believe theyd be great in apocalypse scenarios but they dont even know how to sew
Some male friends of mine were once talking about how useful they’d be in an apocalypse, and I pointed out that as a weaver and sewer and maker of stuff, I’d be pretty damn useful and they tried to tell me they could just loot clothes from WalMart and they’d be fine. As if WalMart has endless supplies without weekly deliveries.
So just last night a friend of mine was talking about who he’d round up in the event of a zombie apocalypse and how I’m his go-to farmer on account of I know how to keep an entire homestead up and running and we’re talking about what kind of resources I’d need to keep a colony of about 50-ish people alive and i bring up what all goes into processing wool for clothing and such and he just kind of stops me like ‘wait, wait, we don’t need to do all of that because we can scavenge for clothes we don’t need to be able to make them’ and i’m just like, ‘dude, that works in the short-term maybe but if this community is going to be sustainable you’ve gotta have people whose job it is to make clothes and blankets and shit’
also cloth rots pretty quickly when left exposed to the elements and after the first few years or so anything we manage to scavenge isn’t going to be wearable anymore and anywho we’ve got to teach the kids everything or they’re not gonna know what to do some decades down the line when everything’s too rusted or rotted out to be of any practical use anymore, etc etc, and he’s reckoning that things like woodworking and smithing and ranching are more important than say, cleaning or cooking or dairying and meanwhile i’m just smh may all the gods have mercy on this poor fool
He also balked when i brought up how to run a laundry and what all was needed to make everyday shit like soap and toothpaste – like dude, you think this is going to be all about hunting and scavenging and being neato manly-man drifters like in the walking dead let me teach you a thing about keeping a village alive and healthy for more than a week man most of it is shit you keep thinking is non-essential on account of it being “women’s work” or “simple chores” that’re actually pretty labor-intensive and take time, training, knowledge, and practice to do successfully, let alone well, and are 100% absolutely necessary work in order for you to have any reasonably good quality of life after the world ends
Men in post apocalyptic worlds: Immortan Joe
Women in post apocalyptic worlds: the Vuvalini
I remember reading an account of one of them many “tune in, turn on, drop out” communes that sprang up during the 60s. All these middle class suburban college kids, ditching society to go live in the wild in their perfect utopias. And how they all failed usually within the first year. Because they didn’t know how to do anything. Like how far away or deep you need to dig a latrine so it doesn’t pollute your water supply. So they were constantly getting sick. And that women constantly pregnant or breast feeding is not actually a good thing for a tiny commune. Because now instead of doing the break breaking labour of sustenance farming the women are all tied up with child care or recovering. And then winter would hit, and they’d have no food because they’d grown stupid things like tomatoes or fruit instead of grains or potatoes.
I get sooooo mad at these post apocalyptic societies that grow fucking lettuce! What the fuck are you doing? That’s not food! It takes so much water to grow! Is highly perishable and cannot be preserved! Rye! Winter wheat! Any type of fucking legume! That’ll get you through a famine!! Fucking lettuce? Imorten Joe, seriously, lettuce? There’s no nutrition there!
ok we joke and we jape but like. shrek 1 is th only animated/childrens movie i can think of that has th message that its ok to be an ugly woman n 4 that reason i hav a lot of genuine respect for it as a piece of art
i love how much everyone cries in lotr like aragorn just had his boromir weep and we cut to frodo and he’s sobbing under the weight of his now entirely solitary task like yeah as an audience i need that cathartic placeholder!! well done i’m empathizing and processing my pain!! with big blockbusters today most of the time i come out of the cinema constipated and wondering if the men in them are even supposed to have human feelings
they better fucking weep tho that shit is canonical! you can’t read a page of lotr without a man crying! i was reading rotk a month ago and pointing out this exact thing, just look at all these men with actual emotions!
Éomer, to an army of crying men: Do not cry! We have work to do!
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