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A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
This is why we need feminism.”
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
To all of my writer friends. This is so fucking true. <3
“jealousy is so disgusting” “anger is so toxic” did u know? these are emotions every human has
I’ve always been a fan of an analogy I heard once. Your emotions are like one of the lights on your car’s dash. When one of them turns on, it means you need to check under the hood and fix them. It’s not bad that the light turned on, per se, and it doesn’t always mean something is broken. But what IS toxic, dangerous, and likely to break something, is when you let that light stay on, pretending it’s normal, until that braking fluid finally fails and you crash into someone, or your engine fails completely.
Feel jealous. Feel anger.
Just don’t let it fester. You need to look inside of yourself, find out why you’re feeling the way you are, and bring yourself to a satisfied, stable state of mind. You can look at philosophy, meditation/introspection, religion, or actual therapy, or at least talking to someone about it. You’ll find you’re much more content and happy when you do something about those feelings, and come to some sort of conclusion or resolution.
That is a wonderful way of looking at it, thankyou. Makes me feel better about myself when I DO feel that way.
If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.
This is my new favorite post
“— Dovah Queen (via markruffalo)
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”—Libby Anne ”
European accents (and in general white people accents) are commonly perceived as attractive and endearing, while accents from basically any other part of the world are considered to be signs of laziness and disrespect and get routinely made fun of.
My whole family is Korean. My sister and I have grown up in the US so we can pretty much speak English. However, our parents speak very broken English. It makes me mad though because my mother has taken ESL classes at our local university and my father graduated from the University of Washington with a PhD in mechanical engineering, yet I constantly see them being made fun of by their coworkers or other people in general because “they’re too lazy to try to understand English.” My mom has spent countless nights crying whilst taking her classes because of the stress wishing she could speak half as fluently as I can. If you don’t know what it’s like trying to learn English as a second language, then you have no room to talk.
NEVER MAKE FUN OF SOMEONE WHO SPEAKS BROKEN ENGLISH. IT MEANS THEY SPEAK ONE MORE LANGUAGE THAN YOU DO.
As someone who’s been trained to teach English to non-English speakers, allow me to inform you that English is an eldritch Frankenstein-esque abomination of borrowed words and mismatched grammatical rules.
Structurally, English is as convoluted and obtuse as any aspect of governmental bureaucracy, and it’s similarly societally entrenched in a way that makes people believe, and even insist, that’s just “the way of things.”
Here’s the facts: English is fucking hard. English doesn’t make logical sense. English is weird and horrible and inconsistent and makes common use of unusual phonemes that most adult speakers of other languages have to be mechanically taught to differentiate from similar sounds that are distinct in the English language. Without mechanical introduction and proper instruction, a lot of people cannot actually hear the difference in sounds you are mocking them for.
In some languages, [p] and [b] are indistinguishable. This is why you heard that gentleman say he would like a “can of Coke or Bebsi” with his order. It has nothing to do with laziness.
In some languages, [l] and [r] are indistinguishable. This is why you’re an asshole for going “me rikey” like the substitution is somehow comical. You’re a dick, and also most likely racist.
In the vast majority of languages, [θ] and [ð], known to English speakers as the voiceless (thing) and voiced (there) versions of the th sound, respectively, straight up does not even exist. This is why she says “teef” or “toofbrush,” why he keeps saying “ze” or “de” in place of “the,” and why they said “sank you very much” when you held open the door for them.
There are sounds in English that a hell of a lot of speakers of other languages cannot teach themselves to recognize and recreate without assistance.
And, y’know, even if you get the screwy grammar and troublesome pronounciation down, English is a language in which very slight changes in intonation and word stress can completely change the meaning of a sentence.
But how are you doing? (Flamboyant pleasure to see someone, eagerness to catch up.)
But how are you doing? (Deflection from inquiries about self, moving conversation in a new direction.)
But how are you doing? (Concern, request for further or more accurate information.)
These are all totally different statements.
It’s incredibly easy to come across in a way you did not want or intend to when you’re not familiar with the particular ways in which saying something can change what it means to other people.
Don’t you ever give people shit for not achieving or approaching fluency in English.
Repeat after me: English is a terrible fucking language and speaking it does not make me tangibly superior to anyone else in literally any way.
Here’s the rule about telling someone about something wrong with their appearance:
If a person can fix it in 5 minutes or less, tell them
If they can’t…
That’s actually a really good way of putting it.
This is a good rule. Spinach in their teeth? A flyaway hair? Stain on their shirt? Yeah, tell ‘em.
You think they’re overweight? You don’t like their hair color? You think they’re wearing too much makeup? Shut up.
(My girlfriend wanted a post with bunnies.) To be clear: it’s also fine not to have sex, and compulsory sexuality is a problem too, but this post is a response to slut-shaming. For more like this, follow sexedplus or visit sexedplus.com.
This piece is about prude-shaming and compulsory sexuality. It’s sort of a companion to this other piece, which is about slut-shaming and how wanting to have lots of casual, unconventional sex doesn’t make you a bad person. Follow SexEdPlus or check out SexEdPlus.Com for more stuff like this!
Love this!!! Everyone whose felt any of the above you are not alone
Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales.
Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares
Someone got defensive today because I called Adventure Time a children’s cartoon. I assume there must be some confusion, so I want to walk you through these facts to make sure everything is clear.
Adventure Time is a children’s cartoon.
My Little Pony is a children’s cartoon.
Steven Universe is a children’s cartoon.
Regular Show is a children’s cartoon.
Over the Garden Wall is a children’s cartoon.
There is nothing wrong with these indisputable, undeniable facts about these shows. The fact you are watching a children’s cartoon as an adult is not a reflection on your character and maturity level; your unbearable defensiveness and asinine denial of reality is far more telling.
“ I was bullied, but I fought back— (via choosekind)
Bullying seems to be part of growing up. It only gets bad when the bullied are not empowered enough and there aren’t any supporters like parents, teachers to show him/her the way. I felt the way to get out of a bullying scenario was to stand up to them. Take the power out of the bully by not feeling bullied. I got to this point because I was just so tired of waiting for something magical to happen. I had to look out for myself and fight for myself. The bullying stopped when I didn’t let it happen to me. But kids need support: they need to know it’s not okay to be bullied. Parents, love your kids and tell them to stand up for themselves. ”
aphelion - the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is farthest from the Sun.
astral - relating to or resembling the stars.
caldera - a large volcanic crater, especially one formed by a major eruption leading to the collapse of the mouth of the volcano.
celestial - positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy.
constellation - a group of stars forming a recognizable pattern.
cosmos - the universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
equinox - the time or date at which the sun crosses the celestial equator, when day and night are of equal length.
faculae - bright patches that are visible on the Sun’s surface.
lunation - the interval of a complete lunar cycle, between one new Moon and the next.
interstellar - occurring or situated between stars.
nebula - a cloud of gas and dust in outer space, visible in the night sky either as an indistinct bright patch or as a dark silhouette against other luminous matter.
perihelion - the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is closest to the Sun.
synodic - relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets, or other celestial objects.
“ If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them. ”—
One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.
simplewallflowerthoughts: I love this because it acknowledges that Robin Williams knew that he wasn’t mentally well, and he did fight it. I do not pass judgment on him for doing what he did. I don’t pass judgment on anyone who decides to stop fighting. Sometimes a life of depression and mental illness is just too much to take. Don’t get me wrong. I’m heartbroken actually. But it also isn’t my place to decide if life was bearable, or even good, for him, after fighting so long. I will be lucky to make it to 63. I applaud him for making it as far as he did and for inspiring so many along the way.
I still think that it is a noble effort to try and encourage people to seek help, though, for those who haven’t or are struggling. Sometimes people haven’t sought help and should; we don’t know everyone else’s situations. Sometimes people seek help but aren’t helped. Sometimes, though, people don’t seek help, and it’s too late. That’s what people are saying when they say “seek help”. They’re trying to help the people who haven’t yet asked for a hand. That’s what it is, really, and that’s all it ever should be; encouragement to seek a hand if you haven’t, or aren’t.
63 was more of a miracle, I think, than some of us know for Robin Williams. We should be remembering him and the good that he was, not judging him for how he died, because it just isn’t anyone’s place to pass that judgment. “Don’t be like him” - I would love to be like him. Funny, witty, talented, insightful, gentle, kind… yes, he did not make it all the way to the end. But he made it as far as he could. Shouldn’t that be worth so much? We shouldn’t have to justify liking him after it happened. I don’t plan to. “Don’t be like him” should be changed to “People care about you, we know you’re depressed, but we are begging you to seek help instead of turning to suicide. We are inspired by how much you’ve done, who you are, and the fact that you’ve been fighting. We want to help you fight this battle, but it is your choice, in the end, if you do or do not.” And I sincerely hope that you do fight. I know I fight every day. I know lots of people who fight every day. These people are my hope and inspiration for something better. Deep down, I understand why a person would say, “I cannot.” But I still fight the part of myself that tells me this, and this is a noble thing. Robin Williams fought, and I don’t care that he lost. I care that he fought. He’s inspiration to me because he fought. He’s a hero to me because he fought.
None of us actually knew the depths of his situation, here in the public. No one knows what he was thinking. None of us can say why, but we are touched by it. It is tragic because we lost a human life, not because he did not fight for his life. He was a fighter. He was a survivor. He fought.
If you put blue and red together it makes purple.
Purple is not referred to as half red half blue though because it is on its own a color.
The same applies to bisexuality.
and some shades are much more blue or much more red, but they’re still called purple
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