love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.
love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.
love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.
love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.
maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.
recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.
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7. Starved
Angst, [poor] medical treatment of minor injuries, referenced torture, implied starvation, implied past noncon, implied military setting
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Harrison should have at least been a little worried about being handed food by the man who had tortured him and his friends. But the sight of a prepackaged, slightly battered sleeve of saltines was like manna in the desert, and he was nothing but grateful.
The Wolf sat opposite of him, back against the door to what Harrison assumed was his own room (his personal hell from what Harrison had seen). Between his gluttonous mouthfuls of sawdust salt and tacky bread, Harrison eyed the Wolf as he tended to his own injuries.
Tended might have been too strong a word.
He slathered antiseptic over his burned shoulder, used butterfly stitches to roughly align a jagged slash across his ribs, and while he took out the gauze, he only regarded it for a few moments before returning it. The cuts raking over his arms, his legs, his back - the Wolf was leaving most of his wounds untreated.
“You should really wrap that.” Harrison was almost embarrassed to speak with his mouth full. Almost. He swallowed before continuing. “Your arm - it's still bleeding quite a bit.”
The Wolf looked at him for a moment, brow pinched in thought. Like the suggestion was a test he could fail.
“I’ll need the gauze more later.” He finally settled on, words measured and slow. Harrison felt a bit guilty for speaking exclusively in English - but he hadn’t asked the Wolf follow in suit, so he didn’t feel that guilty. Plus, the language was clearly more comfortable in his mouth than his perfect but stilted Arabic.
Right. The whole, facade problem Harrison had left in the supply closet behind himself.
“Thanks for the food.” He wasn’t sure how to open an interrogation, despite how many he had partaken in recently. “Now, what the fuck is going on here?”
The Wolf wasn’t phased, not that he let Harrison see, but he did drop his eyes to the medkit as he closed it.
“I don’t know. I'm - my handler would know.”
“Your handler?” For a guy so insistent that he worked alone, the Wolf’s confirming nod was a surprise. “Who is he? Is he - do you know where we are?”
“He’s my handler. You’ve met him - gold tooth.” Harrison involuntarily shuddered at the memory of that particular torturer. He had worked on the last three for weeks before the Wolf showed up. He had kept Harrison isolated in the Box while he tortured Merrick and Elias. “We’re underground, in a desert. I, they don’t - I haven’t gone up in a long time.”
The Wolf’s voice grew tight, fidgeting fingers clasping and unclasping the medkit.
“Is your handler American?” It felt like a betrayal to have the same home as Goldtooth - as that lecherous, blood thirsty son of a bitch. Maybe it was a betrayal, Harrison’s teeth bared as the Wolf nodded slowly.
American. American brands in the supply closet. American mass produced clothes on his back. Probably American sand above it head.
(Had they even ever left Nevada?)
The laugh that barked from his lips was laced with hysteria, choked down with rage as tears slipped from his eyes. The Wolf had gone still and tense - afraid of the half starved, half hysterical man across from him.
Harrison managed to quell his outburst as the Wolf stood, wincing as his legs pushed him off the concrete floor. The distant, surrealness of the revelation was brought into painfully clear focus as the Wolf opened the door to his room. He rummaged in the desk for a moment, and Harrison expected him to leave with the same stiff terror he had when retrieving the food and medkit.
He didn’t expect the Wolf to look back at the mess of blood and bed sheets, swaying on unsteady feet with his back to the open door. Harrison wasn’t sure why he cared enough to call out.
“Wolf? Are you - hey, Wolf.” Harrison scrambled to his feet, equally unsteady in his own right as he licked salt and crumbs from his fingers. He nearly crossed the hallway before the Wolf spun around abruptly, marching to the supply closet - his expression painfully blank.
“Hey - what, slow down - what are you doing?” Harrison felt a tremor of fear rattle in his chest as he blocked the doorway, not letting the Wolf pass with his armfuls of bleach and peroxide.
“Cleaning.” There was a cold detachment from the word as he spoke it, something mechanical. Like he had said it the same way a hundred times before.
“Why? Let’s just go - " Harrison stepped aside, too afraid to continue impeding the Wolf’s mission. The Wolf didn’t respond, dropping harshly to his knees and setting out the supplies in neatly organized rows.
Harrison felt a sigh shudder through him, disgusted by the aching pity still clawing up his throat. He could just leave without him - he didn’t owe the Wolf anything (not anything pleasant).
Then why couldn’t he force his legs to step away, up those infinite stairs to heaven, to freedom?
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
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"I really must respectfully protest, Your Reverence," said the acolyte. "We have practiced for just such an emergency as--"
"Yeah, I know all about practicing procedures for emergencies," said Lu-Tze. "And there's always something missing."
"Ridiculous! We take great pains to--"
"You always leave out the damn emergency."
Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time
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