ahhhh I don't know what pairings you like but maybe a college or high school AU??? for anyone. :D
[Based off this post.]
The fire alarm goes off halfway through sixth period gym class, forcing everyone out into the cold in just their uniform sweats, and Carey’s willing to bet lunch money he no longer has that one or both Gallys were involved.
"If Gallys were involved, you know it means Prusty really did it,” PK says, shoving his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt, bouncing on the balls of his feet to stay warm. “They’re not dumb enough to do it on their own, you know he had to give’em a little inspiration, that little push, you know?”
PK leans over and nudges Carey with one shoulder to emphasize his point; Carey hunches down further into his own sweatshirt and scowls. ”I’m gonna kill Prusty if he did, we were less than half an hour from going home.”
agentpantybunches: #also prusty maybe implied that alex was too chicken to pull the fire alarm#after brendon said he’d do it he’d totally do it he’s totally even done it before at his old school really really#alex thinks this is stupid but he’s not going to be called a chicken#because he is also stupid
i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
You know what else it costs to write about and talk about consent? I’m going to be super real with y’all. It has cost me the vast majority of my relationships with men. Not all at once, but eventually, over time, one by one. It was one sexist joke too many, it was one boundary-crossing-creep-defender over the line. It was the constant microaggressions or the combination of being privileged and defensive about it and unable or unwilling to do any better. Most grew weary of arguing about feminist issues, or about the fact that I wouldn’t let them just win those arguments, even though they usually had no idea what they were talking about. They couldn’t deal with the fact that I won’t allow anyone to say disparaging shit to and about me and mine. Or they won’t or can’t do better after I explain how to do better many many times and finally I have to peace out on them for my own safety. I have at present a tiny handful of guy friends. One I get into arguments with nearly every time we talk. I fear that relationship may go the way of most of my past relationships with subtly sexist men—away, that is to say. Which is really too fucking bad. Because the truth is, I don’t hate men—I hate male privilege. I really like men, shit, I love them actually, some of them. I miss having men friends, but not enough to let the mild misogyny slide. I have got to take care of me and mine. That’s where we clash, because I refuse to just smooth things over, to just let things go. They’re accustomed to deference and I’ve taught myself to drop that habit as best I can.
why does dora’s parents allow their 6 year old daughter to run around the forest in a crop top and play with wild animals
Deathless is a retelling of Persephone being stolen away by Hades, condemned to stay once she had eaten his food…of Adam and Eve and the snake (where Ivan is Adam and Eve is actually better off for eating her forbidden fruit)…it is absolutely a retelling of Psyche and Cupid (where Baba Yaga is Venus sending her daughter-in-law on quests to prove herself)…of Alice in Wonderland…of Peter Pan where Marya is Wendy and Tinker Bell and the hero all at once…and of course it is a retelling of Russia’s history itself where Marya is Russia struggling to truly understand and know her identity under the systematic oppression of man after man who believes he knows what is right for her. Marya is and probably always will be my favorite female characters in any medium of storytelling. […]
Koschei teaches Marya [that] you must embrace what you are as you are. The dark in you is what makes you wonderful. You are everything you fear and everything you love, stop running from that. Revel in it. Embrace your desires, do not run from them. Only then will life open up to you.
And this is really my favorite thing about Deathless, even though there are thousands of things I could go on and on about: It is Marya’s story, and her one true love is her own life (for Koschei is of course symbolic of the force of life itself). She loves Ivan but he is undependable and weak and he will never be enough because he is a human, mortal man. And she is constantly trying to balance both of those things, to figure out how to belong both to her own life and to her lover. And in the end, it is not her lover that wins. In the end, we finally send the right message to young women, that they cannot rely on and dedicate themselves completely to a man. That they are allowed to be vulnerable and innocent and jaded and clever and confused and strong and broken and angry and cruel and dark and proud and dirty and vain and humiliated and powerful (after a million and one moves and stories and shows depicting any woman in power as evil) and masculine and feminine and still have worth. That their own lives and identities are of chief importance, their stories are whole and perfect and beautiful and are worth telling all on their own without romance being necessary or the primary focus of their identities.