Favorite MCR Photos: Gerard and Ray on Stage
It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.
Not all men.
I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.
Not all men.
Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.
Not all men.
Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.
Not all men.
Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:
“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…
Not all men.
Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:
-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger
I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?
Not all men.
It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.
I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.
Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.
this is amazing
erik you douche
tbh this legit annoyed me seeing as Xavier had like a massively abusive childhood in the comics
James D’Arcy (“Broadchurch,” “Let’s Be Cops”) will play Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark’s butler and an unexpected ally to Peggy Carter, joining the previously announced Chad Michael Murray as SSR Agent Jack Thompson and Enver Gjokaj as Agent Daniel Sousa as they help Peggy (Hayley Atwell) navigate her way through what may be her most dangerous mission yet! (x)
SO MANY WHITE BOYS
AND WHITE BOYS WHO ARE NOT EVEN PAUL BETTANY
WHY NOT PAUL BETTANY
There’s something really interesting to me about the construction of Alexander Pierce in Cap 2. I know that a lot of people are pointing to the sort of, “oh it was Nazis all along of course” thing but I think the construction of Pierce really proves that all Hydra really needs is the right regime to grow under and it could grow anywhere, that its values have no nationalistic root but rather a common evil that can crawl under any skin.
Because see, they could have just had Pierce say “oh my father was in the war,” but no, they had him say, “my father was in the 101st.” I don’t believe that was unintentional, not even a little bit. Outside of Basilone and General goddamn Patton, you don’t get much more legendary American heroes than the Screaming Eagles, that’s a name that a lot of people will recognize when they hear it. Alexander Pierce is a man who, if he grew up hearing stories, those stories would’ve been about the greatest generation, would’ve grown up hearing stories about the atrocities and the brutal losses and the cold nights spent shivering in the dirt, the siege at Bastogne, the whistle of artillery never far behind.
The idea of someone taking all of that and internalizing it and deciding the methods of Hydra suit him just fine, that they were the best way to accomplish his ends — "my enemies are your enemies…disorder, war…" —were the best way to what, to keep that from happening ever again?
It’s meant to hit close to home. That’s the whole point.
Band of Brothers. He means Band of Brothers.
A lot of people like to talk about ‘young Pierce’ looking a lot like Steve (mostly for Bucky angst reasons) and how scary it is that he was an evil Hydra agent from the beginning.
I don’t think he was. I think it’s far, far more terrifying if that young man who Fury trusted, who declined the Nobel Peace Prize on principle alone, was actually honest and idealistic and trustworthy and dedicated to his work. The idea that someone like that can turn - someone with a patriotic lineage like Easy Company and the 101st - after half a lifetime of dedicated service is the most horrifying idea of all. Because then - who is uncorruptable? Who can you trust?
I’m rewatching Band of Brothers right now, in fact, imagining one of these guys raising a son who would one day help head what is basically an offshoot Nazi organization, and it’s awful.
But most awful is the idea that twisted ideals and lust for power and goodness knows what else can turn nearly anyone from their original path in life.
(Except for Steve Rogers and his bffs, mainly.)
A few minutes ago my coworker said “The sexual position formerly known as 69 will now be referred to as 96. Due to the economy, the price of eating out has gone up.”
My boss is still crying.
"On September 11th 1973, US-backed General Pinochet overthrew the democratically elected leader of Chile, Salvadore Allende. Pinochet ordered an air strike on the Presidential Palace, labor activists and famous folk guitarists were rounded up for torture, disappeared, and killed. Pinochet converted the national football stadium into a detention facility like Guantanamo Bay. Chile’s economy was turned into a plantation for the 1%, as inequality and poverty skyrocketed under the imposed Milton Friedman-style economic model.
Over 40,000 Chileans became victims of Pinochet’s terror. In response, the Nixon administration committed more money, more training, more torture equipment.
The world didn’t begin on September 11th, 2001. Rather, for the first time in modern history, Americans were visited by the same violence the US has imposed since its creation. In Chile, the US murdered tens of thousands and impoverished millions. This wasn’t America’s first foray in international terrorism, nor would it be the last. The United States security state is a terrorist and a plague on the people of the world.”— US Uncut
FCKH8 is best known for selling T-shirts with slogans such as “Straight Against Hate,” but recently, the company branched out into what it describes as “anti-racism gear.”The new FCKH8 T-shirts read, “Racism isn’t over. But I’m over racism.” Although FCKH8 is a for-profit company, $5 from each product will be donated to organizations such as the NAACP and the Mike Brown Memorial Fund.However, this campaign has already run into some pushback from the very organizations it was intending to promote. Race Forward, one of the charities originally listed on FCKH8’s anti-racism apparel page, quickly announced that they would not accept any donations from FCKH8. Colorlines, a news and commentary site published by Race Forward, then posted an article under the headline, “This is the company making money off of Ferguson.”FCKH8 responded in a lengthy post on their website, saying that Colorlines and Race Forward were using “Click-baiting, Race-baiting, Homophobia, Minimizing Ferguson Residents, Trivializing Breast Cancer Awareness Efforts & Distorting Facts to Get Views & Donations.”
"But some secrets are too delicious not to share."
Okay so I was remembering all the early fandom nonsense criticizing Ginny for breaking up with boys for what they saw as silly reasons (they were not, and anyone has the right to end a relationship if it’s not working for them) and it occurred to me how Ginny refuses to put up with anyone giving her shit or not respecting her wishes or condescending to her can be directly traced back to her experiences with Tom Riddle.
He was, in many ways, Ginny’s first relationship. He looked down on her- there is no doubt about that since he openly mocked her to Harry. He was the only one in control in the relationship and he used that control to abuse, manipulate and possess her. Ginny was so lonely and felt so hopeless that she completely gave this much older guy she didn’t even know anything about everything he needed to exploit and control her. There were no boundaries in this relationship because Ginny was too young to feel the need for them. She gave and he took. She was treated in a way she did not in the least bit deserve. It was the very definition of an abusive relationship.
So is it really a surprise that after this horrific experience, Ginny developed very clear boundaries? That the instant a guy doesn’t respect her wishes, or treats her in a way she doesn’t deserve, she shuts him down completely or ends that relationship? That is more than just Ginny being strong willed (which is great), it’s also self-preservation developed from her desire not to end up in an abusive relationship again.
Look at Ginny’s three relationships: