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Did you honk your hallo-ween?

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what--the-helliot
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socio-logic
“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”

— Ruth Hubbard, “The Political Nature of ‘Human Nature’“ (via gothhabiba)

Yes.

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crazy-pages

Here, have a study (x) showing that mothers underestimate their daughter’s physical capacity from as young as 11 months old (though in reality it’s identical to that of their son’s at the same age). And if you think that parents acting on those expectations won’t alter their children’s development, then I have a sloped bridge to sell you.

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approximateknowledge

#people always massively underestimate just how good even very young children are at reading social expectations#long before any kind of intellectual understanding has the chance to develop#and so a lot of “oh but you were so normal as a child”-nonsense is like#yeah i was “normal” because i could tell what you expected of me even if i didn’t know why#even small children learn what’s “taboo” for them really fucking early on#but people keep pretending like it’s all nature#but it’s not#there’s so many things i wanted to do as child i never did because i knew on some basal level *weren’t allowed for me*#i never even asked#i knew it wasn’t allowed#something something “playing seal” for those who get the reference#expectations have real physical effects#bias has its own gravity#and most people have a choice between orbiting or crashing#because it’s very hard to leave it altogether

screw it im not leaving this as tags after all

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castiellesbian

society if meg was alive during the divorce arc

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castiellesbian

she would have been the opposite of rowena's couples counseling. she would have offered to murder dean for cas

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cosmicoceanfic

“No,” Castiel says, a little amused in spite of himself. “But thank you.”

Meg pops the French fry she doesn’t need to eat in her mouth. “Listen, you should consider it an act of good faith that I’m asking first.”

Castiel feels his gaze get a little steely. “If you kill Dean, we will be having words.”

“If I did, no one would miss him.”

“I would.”

“Why?” Meg dips a fry in ketchup. “I bet he uses five in one soap.”

Dean doesn’t. Since he moved into the Bunker, he’s started using something woodsy. Every once in a while he leans over near Castiel and he gets a whiff, and he is hit by a profound sense of being at home.

Less so, these days.

“He is the father of my child,” Castiel says instead.

“So’s the big one. I don’t get to kill him, either?”

Castiel gives her a reproachful look. “Sam has done nothing wrong.” Meg snorts. “Not about this, anyway.”

“Feathers, Dean treats you like shit. He always has. How many more times are you gonna bleed for the Winchesters?”

Castiel looks down.

“Meg, he’s the father of my child,” he says again, softer this time.

Meg’s quiet.

“Castiel,” she says finally. “Being around him is not going to bring Jack back.”

“I know that.”

“I don’t know that you do.”

They lapse into silence.

“Come on an adventure with me,” Meg finally says. “This chick I used to see is Queen of Hell now. She’d be happy to see us. I won’t even kill anybody who doesn’t deserve it.”

Castiel smiles. “Your metric of who deserves it is a severely sliding scale.”

“Isn’t everybody’s?”

Castiel looks down. “My place is with the Winchesters. I just… wanted to see you first.”

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you wanted me to try and talk you out of it. I think you needed to hear it.”

“I...” Castiel sighs. “Believe that is what friends are for, sometimes.”

“Is that what we are?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Hm.” Meg looks out the window. “I think you need better ones than the Wonder Twins.”

“Well. Perhaps that is what I have you for.”

“Perhaps,” Meg mimics. She snags another fry. “I’d even do it quick and quiet, if you wanted. He wouldn’t even feel it.”

Castiel chuckles softly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Hm. Well.” Meg pushes the basket towards him. “Take one of these.”

“They taste like molecules.”

“I don’t care. I’m not eating alone.”

Castiel takes a fry and takes a bite. He tries food, every once in a while. Just to see. It remains a discordant symphony, by and large. Too many things happening.

But now, watching Meg watch him keenly while she pretends she isn’t, it tastes a little like belonging.

“Thank you, Meg,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah, well.” Meg puts her sunglasses on. “I’ve always wanted to pummel that freak, so call me if you change your mind.”

“I will,” Castiel answers, and he hasn’t felt content in a long time, not since he watched his son collapse to the ground that final time, but right now, he feels something close.

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jessaerys

we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....

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jessaerys

back in the day you could write about the most sickeningly vile atrocious war crimes happening to your blorbo and everyone was like. kyaaaaaaaa >w<. they just got it. they understood

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daringdarlingdt

AI defenders will make it seem as if art is this gatekept pastime that only the most elite can partake in and they’re making it possible for the “normies” to create meanwhile one of the most memorable pieces of recent art I’ve ever seen is “My son’s drawing of safe”

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what--the-helliot

yeah man i think u might be right lol

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