CHRIS PINE’S TERRIBAD WHITE FRAT BOY DANCING: A PHOTOSET
it’s actually five billion times better if you watch this gif set with this open in a separate tab
Since I can’t really post any more snippets from Cleaving right now, here’s a mood board for the chapter I’m currently writing
ancient greek word of the day:
αἰγίλιψ, “devoid of goats; hence, incredibly steep, to the point that not even goats can climb it”
goatforsaken
A relationship with no gender roles. We both hustle, we both cook, we both clean, we both pay, we both spoil each other.
literally gay ppl been doing this for years lol being straight sounds exhausting
okay true but making fun of a woman for wanting less demanding and exhausting relationships for herself where she doesn’t have to do all the domestic, emotional, and sexual labor is maybe not the best way to point this out….
I’m het and this is my marriage too. With the right partner, equality isn’t an issue. My commute is longer, so he shops and cooks. I clean up. His job is less flexible, so when the kids need things during the day, it’s on me. Not because I’m a woman, but because I don’t have 150 students waiting on me and can dash out of a meeting with a few apologies and it’s okay.
But you’ve got to negotiate what you need. That’s true in everything, but especially a marriage where it’s easy to fall into habit and not check back in that the division of labor works.
Moar on monday??
I’m basically in the Braindump stage of this, typing up anything and everything that comes out. Also holy freaking research batman, thank the lord for Memory Alpha. I should know better than to create monsters, but I do it anyway.
Uhura takes over, bringing up the audio. “The distress signal we received is severely degraded, I’m not sure why. As far as I can tell, the first part of the message is some mixture of Portuguese and Esperanto, the rest is Standard. They talk about a virus that is killing people in a matter of days, bleeding, not having the resources… and something about the darkness and fury… I have no idea what that’s in reference to. I’m sorry, Captain, that’s all I can make out.”
A collective pause silences the room, until Dr. McCoy breaks it.
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