holy shit you just keep making these tougher. UM. LET ME SEE.
everything from “tall helms with plumes of red” to fingolfin trying to make a clean exit and fëanor following him because he isn’t done yelling
fëanor dies
finrod throwing his crown on the ground
turin like, leading mim at spearpoint DIRECTLY into the room where mim’s son is dying, it turns out
when maeglin makes dire insinuations at hurin & huor about the security of gondolin, and hurin’s like, “The King’s grace is great indeed; but if our
word is not enough, then we will swear oaths to you.” and huor’s like “im 14”
OR IS IT MAEGLIN FALLING OFF DRAMATIC IRONY PARAPET. to be honest. i cannot decide.
Honestly get vaginas and ovaries out of feminist art, like??? Not everybody is a cis girl, tiffany the terf, go back 2 making wooden vaginas on etsy
Okay honestly OP of this post is young enough to be forgiven a little ignorance, but the fact that I’m seeing this reblogged by people who I know should know better is making my eye twitch.
Vaginas are a heavily stigmatised body part in and of themselves. The fact that vaginas have historically been believed to belong exclusively to women is obviously the driving force behind the stigma, but that stigma has well and truly gotten strong enough to detach itself from gender – people who would swear they love and respect women as people still find vaginas viscerally icky.
This is a problem. It is a problem that kids in school are being given woefully incomplete, inadequate, unsafe sex ed because no one in the education system wants to mention the V-word. It is a problem that the field of gynaecology still lags so far behind other medical professions. It is a problem that sexually active adults around the world would rather risk ovarian cancer than face the humiliation of exposing their genitals to a doctor. It is a feminist problem, a major player in the ‘women’s bodies are gross and dirty and inadequate’ field, although clearly cis women and trans men and trans women and nonbinary AFAB folks are all impacted differently by it.
There is absolutely, 100% a problem in the world at large, and in the feminist movement specifically, with people eliding genitals with gender identity. There is absolutely a shitty TERFy push to lock trans women out of our communities and that’s something we should all as feminists be on guard against. But the solution to the problem is not ‘stop drawing icky vaginas’, like fuck, what is this, the monthly shareholder meeting of Conservatives ‘R Us?
For as long as vaginas are held to be an inherently shocking and gross and taboo feature of human anatomy, representing them in art will be a valuable feminist act. It’s not about who does or doesn’t have a vagina – it’s about the fact that those of us who do have vaginas are suffering for it and would like that to stop.
Fucking Christ, feminists, keep drawing vaginas. Draw vaginas until your wrists ache. Draw vaginas until we have obliterated the last person in the world who thinks that vaginas are dirty and shameful and should be kept private. Print out this post and draw a vagina on it and send it back to me, I don’t give a fuck. Just keep drawing vaginas, because apparently the world still finds them so disgusting that credible self-identified progressives are now joining the fight to keep them under lock and key.
if cisgender vaginas bother you so much, go draw some trans vaginas! men can be feminist AND have feminist vaginas. problem solved.
you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.
you thought you needed a pentagram, five black candles, and a liter of chicken blood, but all you had to do was hop in the bathroom and jill off a couple times