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jedi-ninja-master:

chokokyoko:

kim-stoppable:

cat-eye-chic:

eventualprocrastination:

plasmas-king:

darnni:

THIS IS SERIOUSLY A SALAD DRESSING COMMERCIAL

WHAT ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO SELL

equal sexual representation between both genders on tv 

i will reblog this over and over until my fingers bleed from reblogging

Lets get zesty

IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE FOR MEN TO SEE COMMERCIALS ALL THE TIME?

I’M HONESTLY MOSTLY EXCITED BECAUSE HE IS COOKING

Let’s be real. I’m ok with this.

prokopetz:

I think my biggest “huh” moment with respect to gender roles is when it was pointed out to me that your typical “geek” is just as hypermasculine as your typical “jock” when you look at it from the right angle.

As male geeks, a great deal of our identity is built on the notion that male geeks are, in some sense, gender-nonconformant, insofar as we’re unwilling or unable to live up to certain physical ideals about what a man “should” be. Indeed, many of us take pride in how putatively unmanly we are.

Viewed from an historical perspective, however, the virtues of the ideal geek are essentially those of the ideal aristocrat: a cultured polymath with expertise in a vast array of subjects; rarefied or eccentric taste in food, clothing, music, etc.; identity politics that revolve around one’s hobbies or pastimes; open disdain for physical labour and those who perform it; a sense of natural entitlement to positions of authority (“you should be flipping my burgers!”); and so forth.

And the thing about that aristocratic ideal? It’s intensely masculine. It may seem more welcoming to women on the surface, but – as recent events will readily illustrate – this is a facade: we pretend to be egalitarian because it suits our refined self-image, but that affectation falls away in a heartbeat when challenged.

Basically, the whole “geeks versus jocks” thing that gets drilled into us by media and the educational system isn’t about degrees of masculinity at all. It’s just two different flavours of the same toxic bullshit: the ideal geek is the alpha-male-as-philosopher-king, as opposed to the ideal jock’s alpha-male-as-warrior-king. It’s still a big ego-measuring contest – we’re just using different rulers.

I’m so about Derek being all mushy and emotional around Stiles and it’s literally so cute but when Stiles tries to tell everyone how much of a lovey dovey dork Derek is they don’t believe him and Derek thinks it’s hilarious because he is evil okay

pale-silver-comb:

Okay, but this is pretty much how I see canon canon Sterek, alright? Derek is an asshole. He’s snarky and grouchy and yeah, he can be super sweet. He cares about people. He listens to them and buys them ice cream when they are sad because that’s what Laura used to do for him. But ultimately he’s Derek-frowny-eyebrows-Hale. 

It’s just…he has a really mushy centre, okay? He’s like one of those sweets you bite into and suddenly there is just goo everywhere and it’s delightful. Derek never shows this side of himself to anyone, didn’t even know he still had that side to himself really. When he was younger he was romantic and Laura always teased him for being a secret dork who thought mixed tapes and flowers were everything. But then Kate happened and he grew up.

Then along came Stiles and Derek suddenly found himself wanting to do those things again. He wanted to hold Stiles’ hand and take him on picnics and talk to him about the stars and old folklore stories about star crossed lovers from different wolf packs. And when they get together, sure, Stiles teases him, but it’s always with a massive grin or followed by kissing and Stiles’ racing heart and spiked scent of happiness so, you know, Derek doesn’t let himself feel embarrassed about any of it. 

The thing is, no-one ever believes Stiles when he says Derek made him a mixed tape. Or when he “complains” about Derek when he wraps his arms around him in public and nuzzles his neck. Or even about the time Derek bought him flowers even though Stiles had only invited him over to watch Star Wars.

Derek finds it absolutely hilarious. That is until the day Scott asks Stiles how he manages to change his heart beat to stop it from stuttering every time he lies. Because Stiles’ face just…well, it doesn’t fall exactly. He laughs, makes a joke as always, but Derek can see the hurt behind his eyes. He can see the way Stiles closes in on himself just that little bit at Scott’s totally genuine expression. 

And then Derek remembers. Remembers that night Stiles called him years ago, sobbing, sounding beyond broken, just asking Derek over and over to believe him. “Please, just say you trust me. Say you trust me. Say you trust me. Please, Derek. I can’t- Scott- I can’t- Scott- he-” Derek would have come home that night, if Stiles hadn’t asked him to stay away. Although, if he had known just what had been going on he would have come back no matter how many times Stiles said no.

And so he just starts…showing it. During pack movie nights he kisses Stiles on the cheek and wraps him up in a big old fluffy blanket and scents him with a big stupid grin on his face. He feeds Stiles food from his plate and tells him how there’s a song he heard the other day that reminded him of them and says I love you every chance he gets. He calls Stiles mate and not as a friendly, British endearment, alright? It’s freeing really, and even though Derek saves most of that side of himself for when they are in private, showing a little of it is totally worth it for the look on Stiles’ face when the pack turn to him, one by one, and say “wow, sorry for doubting you”.