the term “edgelord” implies the existence of an entire hierarchical structure of edgenobility. there ought to be like, edgedukes and edgeviscounts running around. edgesquires. edgecomtessas.
I completely agree, though. The women who are in the play are wonderful, nuanced, fully realized female characters that are actually key players in the story rather than props for the men to use and be characterized by. It’s great. But, like…I still want to see women outside of the lover/wife/girlfriend/mistress roles. I want women who aren’t talked about by way of their relation to the protagonist. I want women who FIGHT and LEAD and DEBATE and CONQUER.
I want a female narrator in the musical who is never played for sexy laughs, who gets to be a force driving the story instead of just standing to the sides singing about it. I want a poor, immigrant, probably-queer woman to rise above her circumstances thanks to intelligence and determination and ambition that she isn’t ashamed of. I want a female president and a Queen that no one defines by their gender. I want young women who get to go out drinking and railing against the system. I want girls who pick up their guns and fight for their beliefs. I want a boy to be the one left helpless by love for once. And a boy to be floored and fall for a woman’s intelligence. I even kind of want a boy to be the temptation/home-wrecker/victim of bad marriage. These would be pleasant changes.
Give me Lady Hamilton or give me death, basically. Give me a woman who screams obscenities and gets too excited to keep her mouth shut. Give me another woman who has learned that the world will like her better if she talks less and smiles more. Give me the most powerful, respectable, rational, loved character being a woman that everyone looks up to and needs to impress – a female General in war at all! Give me a girl gang of revolutionaries who turn into the most iconic figures in our nation’s history.
I went to college on the G.I. bill and all it cost me was some P.T.S.D and a best friend who took his own life because he couldn’t handle his. I wouldn’t call that worth it.
Someone asked me how I draw the skelebros, so…here’s a guide showing my process :v I definitely spent WAY too much time on this ahhahaha x__x but like, I used to tutor kids and this reminded me how fun it is to teach people stuff so its all good
You are loved. You are loved by God, even if you don’t believe in the Christian God. This needs to be said, and I know that there’s someone out there that needs to hear this. God let his son die so that you could be safe. He let his pure, precious son who had done no wrong be beaten, harassed, humiliated, assaulted, and crucified so that you wouldn’t have to suffer, and Jesus was as accepting of this as possible. They both love you. God loves you if you’re gay, God loves you if you’re transgender, God loves you if you’re agender. God wouldn’t let his perfect son suffer such a horrible torment if he didn’t love you. I’m not trying to convert anyone to Christianity, I just want people to know that God and Jesus love you enough to be nailed to a cross, so that you could spend eternity in paradise. When Jesus was on that cross, he was thinking about you, and how you would be able to live a good, long life. So please remember, you are loved.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
I’m not crying you’re crying
Where was this when I needed it ? I really cried .
My heart is broken.
I’m at a loss for words right now
Wow. Literally crying. I hope everyone who needs this reads this.
Please, stop being hateful towards so many good people in the world.
Stop lumping entire genders, jobs, races, sexualities, and gender identities into one hateful group because think about it: You get angry when you are lumped together hatefully so why do you do it to others?
Treat others how you want to be treated.
Be the bigger person.
For the love of god, say it a little louder for the people in the back.
AngelMihe 