I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.
{ Indie & SelectiveLydia Martin }
“Yeah, that would have been pretty weird. Can you imagine trying to fit into those tiny desk now? My legs would go to the other end of the table in those little chairs I’d get serious leg cramps.”
{ Stiles was going to respond to that and pray she was joking. The fact he was still way excited about making Latkes by himself before dad came home. }
“Bubbe always said that wine was the best side dish you could have for latkes! Happy Chanukah to me. Do you want any? Like wine or latkes? Cause I’ve definitely got a lot of both.”
{ She breathes a laugh, shaking her head slowly. Stiles is all limbs–gangly and awkward–so the thought of him scrambling as he topples over the tiny chair beneath him and getting tangled up in the legs of the table is an amusing one. }
"Well. Can’t argue with Bubbe, can I?“
{Sighs. }
”—-As long as you promise to resist…temptation… I guess I can stay for that. Sure.“
“Well…Uh… They’re delicious and I don’t wanna say that I do what I want because you and Scott are like most of my impulse control.
That’s because there were no hungry Jewish teenagers in kindergarten who finally found the best recipe for latkes in the world.”
“Mmm, no–…but if you had wound up being a hungry jewish teenager that was still in Kindergarten, I wouldn’t have been surprised.”
{ It sounds harsh, but she’s definitely joking, a small and tight-lipped smile punctuating the end of her pointed words; cushioning them and protecting his speckled flesh from their barbs. }
“Drinking this early? Clearly, you’ve been spending too much time with my mother this holiday season."
Post it: In Taming of the shrew, Katerina isn't complacent at the end. She figured a way to manipulate him into doing whatever she wants.
Post it memory loss thing
“——the source material still makes me uncomfortable as hell, because even if you interpret it in a less misogynistic way? At the end of the day, it was still written by a man in a time period where it was considered commonplace for women to be complacent and subservient to men. And he’s no longer with us to confirm or deny what he meant. 10 Things I Hate About You is probably my favorite adaptation of that story because Kat never has to abandon her values to love or be loved by Patrick. Not that it’s without its flaws, of course.
Because I cannot stand Kat and Bianca’s father and the way that the film perpetuates the idea that it is the father’s job to be the gate keeper of his daughter’s virginity, and that he must ‘save the flighty and lustful girl from herself’ or whatever. And I feel like someone with Kat’s forward thinking and clearly feminist views should probably have protested that more. Even if she was uninterested in dating—which is perfectly fine—it should have bothered her more that she and her sister were being robbed of their autonomy. And again when these boys manipulate her into dating, which she doesn’t want to do, just so one of them can date her sister.
Which brings us to the biggest, most fatal flaw in that story: that what made her the ‘Shrew’ in the first place was the fact that she was a feminist, as if women should be scorned and considered unlovable because they believe strongly in being autonomous, free-thinking human beings with rights and respect. Gee, it’s almost like the world is systematically stacked against the success and intelligence of women and that Kat is absolutely right to try and negate that or something. Whodathunk?”
“Sorry, your dad said I should wait up here cause he didn’t know when you’d be back. I brought Mountain Dew.”
The group’s token human had been drifting in and out of sleep in Lyland’s bed. Prada had curled up by her feet, understanding as dogs that she was upset.
"No, it’s…it’s fine.“
{ He’s annoyed. Hurt. But she looks broken. He can’t turn her away, even if he wanted to. So he takes a seat on the edge of the bed instead, leaning his elbows forward on his knees with a heavy sigh. She was never supposed to be anything but hyperactive and dorky and sarcastic and maybe kind of an asshole. Mossy green eyes find her when he turns his head in her direction. }
”…Take a nap if you need to. I don’t mind. Soda and movies can wait.“
