Different

“You’re…different. I’ve never met a girl like you.”

She stares at him, hands stilling over her sword. “What?”

“All the girls in my village are so boring,” he says. “So focused on finding husbands that they don’t bother learning about the world.”

“Girls in your village aren’t allowed to own property or vote,” she says, somewhat incredulous.

He winces at her tone. Need she be so harsh? “Well…it’s not like they’ve ever needed to, we’re a very progressive village and I always vote in favor of their needs. You’re not like that though, you fight for your rights yourself.”

“They are fighting for their rights,” she says. She sets down her sharpening stone, a frown stretching across her face. “No voting, no property, no wages of their own to purchase necessities. Besides finding a kind husband, what else do you think they can do to find a good future?”

“Th-they could leave,” he says. He did not expect the conversation to go this way. He expected her to blush like she had when he complimented her sword skills. He finds himself oddly defensive. “The men in my village aren’t slavers. The girls can leave any time.”

She snorts. “On foot? Your village is a hard, three day ride from the nearest city and that’s by horseback. And, even if they made it, what skills do they have? What references? The risk is too high for any woman to leave, that’s as good as trapping them. The fact that it takes me holding a sword for your opinion of women to change just shows how small-minded you are.”

 He bristles, unable to refute her. “Look, I was just trying to pay you a compliment! There’s no need to attack me.”

“Trust me,” she says, standing when he moves to loom over her. They’re of near equal height and, if he was trying to intimidate her, he fails. “You’ll know it when I’m attacking you. This isn’t it.”

He doesn’t seem to hear her, flustered to be seeing her eye-to-eye. “Furthermore, I think I’d know what sort of girls I grew up with! They’re timid and lack a desire to explore the world.”

“The world you created for them doesn’t take long to explore,” she says. Her sword is bare in her hand. “Marry or descend into poverty. Bear an heir or be cast into poverty. Behave or be thrown into poverty. I was there for a week and figured it out. But,” she continues, looking him up and down, “maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. After all, you’ve lived there your whole life and you still haven’t figured it out.”

He splutters. “That’s not–there are other options–”

“When the revolution is done,” she says, coldly, “and your people are forced to give women rights, see how many stay and how many leave. See how many suddenly discover their wander-lust. See how many end up like me.”

She leaves him there and stalks off to the edge of camp. She leaves him there with his mouth opening and closing, and heart pounding in his chest.

She leaves him there with the unsettling realization that he doesn’t want the women in his village to end up being like her, so different and strong. Because, if they did, where would he be? Where would his home be?

It’s an upsetting realization to have, mid-revolution. No chance to back out now.

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Watch Sex Education on Netflix

why? straight-gay best friends being the main focus of the show… it’s what we deserve

even though the show is set in the present day, they’ve decided to go with the 70s aesthetic vibe which looks just astonishing + the soundtrack slaps

from iconic scenes

through powerful scenes

through random moments that end up being touching

to… well

[jennifer lawrence voice] gay rights!

the reason behind the father being hesitant and (at first) not really supportive of his gay son using make-up and dressing up is that he’s genuinely scared and worried something will happen to him outside because he loves him… truly a father-gay son dynamic we needed to see

Jackson Marchetti. Feminist icon. Abs. Excellence. Does his best. Lesbian moms. Charming. What’s there not to love? Let him breathe, Netflix.

“I love her!” be more specific

the hero of the show actually being an awkward guy and a very likeable character

this non-problematic legend being out there, loving math and making sure his partner is genuinely sexually pleased

the only two openly gay guys at school are not friends but gay solidarity still exists

Mean Girls 2.0 being really mean but we still stan these vegan icons

literally no one giving a fuck that the gay guy is in the boys changing room… looks like it’s finally 2019

and I mean… Gillian Anderson… hello

Brooklyn 99 Star Trek!AU where Holt and Kevin are a human x vulcan couple but the running gag is that no one knows who is the human and who is the vulcan.

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i once heard a scientist in a documentary about evolution refer to the human spine as an “architectural nightmare” and then procede to explain why every back is a bad back. it was so validating.

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So as a division officer to nearly 60 sailors over 3 years. I asked every single one. “What made you join the Navy?” Here is the breakdown. 80% - To pay for college 10% - To get out of a bad family situation 5% - Family Tradition 5% - Because of 9/11.

“Would poor people literally risk their lives to win access to things that the rich take for granted if that weren’t set up as the only way to get them?”