Howdy! I'm Tea (pronounced like the drink). Welcome to my blog of random stuff. Mostly hockey, feminism, equal rights, lgbtqa+, cute things, and other stuff I find interesting (mostly fem slash ships).
The 1971 Gene Wilder film is objectively the best Charlie and the Chocolate Factory adaptation because all subsequent media has tried to make Willy Wonka relatable, or at least warped in a fun and sympathetic sort of way, but Gene Wilder stared the source material in the face and said: “No, there’s something deeply and dangerously wrong with this man. I’ll have done my job correctly if you look up at the screen and see nothing human behind those eyes.”
the normalization of jealousy as an indicator of love
the idea that a sufficiently intense love is enough to overcome any practical incompatibilities
the idea that you should meet your partner’s every need, and if you don’t, you’re either inadequate or they’re too needy
the idea that a sufficiently intense love should cause you to cease to be attracted to anyone else
the idea that commitment is synonymous with exclusivity
the idea that marriage and children are the only valid teleological justifications for being committed to a relationship
the idea that your insecurities are always your partner’s responsibility to tip-toe around and never your responsibility to work on
the idea that your value to a partner is directly proportional to the amount of time and energy they spend on you, and it is in zero-sum competition with everything else they value in life
the idea that being of value to a partner should always make up a large chunk of how you value yourself
This is excellent
I’m literally gonna reblog this on every single tumblr I have
I feel like quarantine has de-acclimated me to human society and if this ever ends I’m gonna need to go into some kind of wildlife rehabilitation program but for people or I’m gonna start scuttling through the grocery store like a weasel or perhaps a pine marten
As a grocery store employee, I will tell you that I feel much more comfortable around the scuttling weasels than I do around the people who pretend like nothing happened.
I appreciate that because I’m pretty sure that at this point I’m never going to be normal about anything ever again
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
The spiritual successor to Miette
Might I also add
May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit
Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children
I am so incredibly glad we finally moved on from “i can has”. Cats are clearly smart enough for advanced sentence structure and dumb enough to draw entirely incorrect conclusions about what they’re talking about.
My cat, banging the cabnet door over and over and over: bang bang bang
Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.
My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang
Me: ksst!
My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she’s been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!
Me: ok
My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang