Marguerite Bennett's Blog, page 333
April 28, 2016
April 27, 2016
emir-dynamite:
kropotkitten:
dakalbert:
thelessercarpenter:
keltic-moon:
jellykitsch:
moonbloss...
Game idea: You play as a humble peasant who must fight off waves of adventurers who feel entitled to just waltz into your house and loot whatever they please.
LET GO OF MY CHEESE WHEEL YOU JERKFACE
Humble Peasant kills adventurers that enter their home
Humble Peasant keeps their weapons, magic items, and hold
Humble Peasant realizes that stronger and stronger adventurers are coming to claim their growing pile of loot
Humble Peasant builds traps and fortifications to keep them out
Humble Peasant procures exotic pets to help defend their home
Humble Peasant continues to amass more and more loot and attract stronger and stronger adventurers
Humble Peasant has to keep building up and fortifying their home, traps, and pets to keep the adventurers out
Humble Peasant suddenly realizes that they have accidentally built a dungeon. It’s a fucking dungeon now. It’s fortified and full of traps, monsters, and treasure, and the Humble Peasant is the boss.
Humble Peasant realizes that adventurers will never leave them alone now.
Humble Peasant hates adventurers.
Humble Peasant accidentally becomes major villain.
I’d play it
10/10 would play
I would totally play this
i mean, this is actually how a lot of kingdoms and early city-states/poleis began. A bunch of humble farmers and/or pastoralists kept getting raided by their nomadic neighbors so eventually they started a bronze age arms race, the peasants fortifying their villages into forts and building permanent, specialized armies and getting all the horrible shit that goes with that like rulers, the nomads capturing cities and becoming settled themselves and becoming less egalitarian among themselves until they both evolved into the horrible leviathans we now know today as states.
Look,if I’m a humble peasant I’m not gonna keep all that stuff for myself. What am I,an arrogant peasant?! I’m gonna buy Magda down the road a donkey so she doesn’t have to pull the cart herself. I’m gonna buy some grain for Tomas up the valley because I know they had a bad harvest this year. I’m gonna hire a gang of my fellow peasants to shore up my irrigation ditches and overpay them shockingly – I don’t need more than a few gold pieces, they only attract adventurers anyway. And maybe I can get some of these damn broadswords and cuirasses off my hands while I’m at it. Maybe we can get together and teach each other how to use them. Before you know it this entire valley will be adventurer-proof.
queeringfeministreality:
sandandglass:
Chelsea Peretti: One Of...
Chelsea Peretti: One Of The Greats
that was not where I was expecting it to go AND I LOVED IT
stitch-n-time:
awwdorables:
malformalady:
Lion paw compared...
Lion paw compared to a human hand
Photo credit: chiaratoshi
VERY BIG TOE BEANS
more potato sized.
toe-ta-toes
"There does come a point when you have to acknowledge you’re no longer postponing something and you..."
- Susan Sontag, from The Complete Rolling Stone Interview (via 4a0000)
thick-thighs-and-french-fries:
baawri:
Say no to stereotypes,...
thick-thighs-and-french-fries:
Say no to stereotypes, be happy everyday! [x]
Cant reblog this enough
melody-sillermoon:
scribbleowl:
vaspider:
My great-grandmother was pregnant for over a decade of...
My great-grandmother was pregnant for over a decade of her life.
She was pregnant at least fifteen times, had over a dozen children. Raised all of them in a big rambling farmhouse in central Pennsylvania.
And I thought about her this afternoon, lying in bed with my spouse after my lazy weekend nap, snuggling him and burying my nose in his hair, taking deep breaths of the scent of his skin. This man who is the center of my universe, my best friend, one of two reasons why I literally decided I had to live and kept fighting through the pain after surgery when I really wanted to just let go and die: I held him closer and I thought of her.
I thought of how family myth tells us that after a decade of being pregnant pretty much constantly, she kicked my great-grandfather out of their house. How she made him go live in his workshop, and he came to the house for meals and to check in.
But he slept in his workshop.
Not because she didn’t love him, but because she did.
She loved him, and if they slept in the same bed together, these two people who had crossed an ocean together, had built a life together after getting out of Poland together, they’d have sex. And because cheap, reliable, universal birth control wasn’t available then, and she was terribly fecund, apparently, she’d become pregnant again, inevitably.
My great-grandmother was TIRED of being pregnant.
So she kicked her love out of the house, and he went. He lived in his workshop, on their farm, and they stopped sleeping together, in every sense of the word. My father tells me he remembers as a child his grandfather sitting outside his workshop, leaning back on his chair, and looking up at the house in which he couldn’t sleep anymore, just… sad.
They missed each other desperately from across the yard.
I listen to @adhocavenger sleep, to the sound of his breathing, a sound that’s as familiar to me as my own heartbeat, and I can’t imagine having to sleep away from him for long. To have to separate myself from my spouse or to have to completely eschew having the kind of sex they obviously enjoyed having. To not have him close enough at night that I can curl up to him and breathe in the scent of his skin.
And that, I think, is the sort of thing that I think maybe I take for granted. That I know I can be secure in the knowledge that I can have sex with my spouse when I want to, and not have a baby.
The personal is political. I do not want our country to continue to slide backward on reproductive freedom. I do not want us to lose our freedom, threatened and small as it may be.
There are a thousand small tragedies that we talk about from the Olde Days. The unwanted baby of the unmarried lass, of course.
But my heart breaks tonight for the story I was told as a child, of the lovingly married couple who had to sleep apart because she was just damn tired of being pregnant.
Because she’d been pregnant for a DECADE of her life.
Thank you for sharing this. I had never considered that aspect of the birth control revolution.
My great-grandmother also had twelve children and I’ve been thinking about that a lot recently as I debate having a second. Because I have a choice. We have options. She didn’t.
April 26, 2016
aroskywalker:
gingersnapwolves:
bashfulbarnes:
HOW IT...
HOW IT SHOULD’VE WENT
this seemed so natural and correct to me that I had to read it three times before I realized what was wrong with it
Okay I know I just reblogged this, but I’m not done with it.
Has anyone else thought about how much more compelling this simple change would have been thematically? We lose nothing of Clint’s character development, because a sister can be just as important and share the same concerns as a wife. But instead of an awkwardly underdeveloped romantic relationship, suddenly there’s a sibling relationship to parallel the Maximoffs. But Clint has chosen to protect his family and keep them out of it, while Pietro and Wanda have chosen to fight side by side. Give Clint a conversation with Pietro about family, and protecting their family. Make them disapprove of each other’s methods. Pietro’s sacrifice to save Clint is instantly so much more heartbreaking. Give us Clint fighting to bring Pietro’s body back, because he knows he needs to bring him home to Wanda.
Literally so much improvement with less than five minutes of the actual film changed
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