“She pins you to hotel doors—
not a goddess anymore,
but she still looks like religion in high heels.
She kisses you godless. Whispers,We dress like princesses to go out and kill kings.”—Ashe Vernon, from “Old World Gods,” Wrong Side of a Fistfight (via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
So Steve finally manages to track Bucky down and brings him back to the Tower. Things are understandably tense between everyone and Bucky.
Meanwhile Darcy and Jane have both been brought into the Tower as well.
Most of the Avengers are out saving the world, leaving only Bucky in the Tower when H.Y.D.R.A decide they want their asset back. Bucky is pinned down and Steve is desperate to get back to him,
When he does, Darcy and her trusty taser is standing there with a stunned Bucky and numerous unconscious H.Y.D.R.A agents.
And that is the story of how Darcy Lewis gained a H.Y.D.R.A profile that only states; WARNING. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. FLEE ON SIGHT.
How could you be against free college. Like if I think about student loans for more than a few minutes I think about jumping off a cliff have some pity damn
Because hundreds of thousands of people have already paid for their tuition. Should they be reimbursed? It’s not fair to the people who have already paid/ are paying for college. That’s why.
Yeah I love thinking how my kids are gonna cry and have panic attacks because of the heavy student loans they’re gonna have just because they want to go to a good school. Yeah I really want them to suffer just like I did bc yknow I paid why should they have it any easier than me?? I don’t want America to be better than I found it. Fuck future generations.
i dont think we should use cars because it’s not fair to the people who had to travel via horseback. should they be resurrected with necromancy and allowed to apply for a drivers license? think logically here
Speaking of linguistics, there’s one particular linguistic tick that I think clearly separates Baby Boomers from Millennials: how we reply when someone says “thank you.”
You almost never hear a Millennial say “you’re welcome.” At least not when someone thanks them. It just isn’t done. Not because Millenials are ingrates lacking all manners, but because the polite response is “No problem.” Millennials only use “you’re welcome” sarcastically when they haven’t been thanked or when something has been taken from/done to them without their consent. It’s a phrase that’s used to point out someone else’s rudeness. A Millenial would typically be fairly uncomfortable saying “you’re welcome” as an acknowledgement of genuine thanks because the phrase is only ever used disengenuously.
Baby Boomers, however, get really miffed if someone says “no problem” in response to being thanked. From their perspective, saying “no problem” means that whatever they’re thanking someone for was in fact a problem, but the other person did it anyway as a personal favor. To them “You’re welcome” is the standard polite response.
“You’re welcome” means to Millennials what “no problem” means to Baby Boomers, and vice versa.The two phrases have converse meanings to the different age sets. I’m not sure exactly where this line gets drawn, but it’s somewhere in the middle of Gen X. This is a real pain in the ass if you work in customer service because everyone thinks that everyone else is being rude when they’re really being polite in their own language.
Gryffindors don’t give a shit about rules. The most hardline of them don’t even care about people. They care about justice. Right or wrong, black or white, there are no shades of grey. If it’s just, it’s always just; if it’s unjust, it’s always wrong. Hermione’s ruthlessness makes her a Gryffindor. She is absolutely sure that she is on the side of justice in everything that she does, and it’s such a Gryffindor trait.
Because Slytherins are ruthless, but they care about rules. Their own rules, usually, but rules nonetheless. They will impose parameters and limitations on themselves just so they have a framework to operate within. If doing something means violating their own internal code, then they’re not gonna do it. Even fucking Voldemort is like that. He broke every single fucking rule the Wizarding World ever put in place, but damn if he’d break his own.
This is actually remarkably true, at least as far as the Gryffindor one goes. The people I’ve just met kind of blink at me when i tell them I’m a Gryffindor and go “You would literally murder someone in cold blood if you thought they were going to hurt your people.” And for some reason this baffles them. Nerve and chivalry are well and good, but it’s the vicious, all-consuming determination to follow honor at the cost of all else that makes a Gryffindor, as far as I’m concerned.
I picked my niece up from school today because she got suspended and I asked the principle what happened and he said “she was talking about something she shouldn’t even know about and it’s wrong for her to know it. You should be ashamed of yourself for teacher her” he didn’t say what she was talking about.
So When I dropped her off at home I asked her what happened and said “My friend was being bullied so I stood up in front of the school and said something. I can’t remember it but you would of been proud!”
After she said that I went back up to the school and asked one of the teachers what she said and she replied back with “This is what my aunty told me. If you look at it properly, hangman teaches you that by saying the wrong things you could end someone’s life. If you say the wrong letters in hangman the man is hung which means game over. That’s the same in real life. Some hang themselves, shoot themselves, overdose, cut too deep and even jump off high places. The majority of suicide victims are bully victims. Suicide means killing yourself by the way. When you bully someone your words stick to them like glue. Each word, every day. Soon they start to believe the words and they can’t take it anymore so they end their lives. And that is why you should never fucking bully someone Jason. I hope you piss your bed tonight!”
If they are old enough to understand death then they are old enough to understand this.
Your niece was suspended for standing up against bullying? For talking about suicide? And the principal told YOU that you should be ashamed to have taught her that?
to be honest, i am never going to not love fury road. and i am never going to not love fury road for the exact same reason that i am never going to not love pacific rim: because they are movies that focus uncompromisingly on women and on the stories of women and do not pick at them or highlight their flaws or put them in conflict with other women so that the dudebros in the corner can yell “catfight!” and whistle.
pacific rim doesn’t pass the bechdel test of course, but it is still a movie where i can very readily believe that guillermo del toro asked somebody “do we really need a mildly attractive white boy who isn’t portayed as a sack of shit for the majority of the movie as a protagonist?” and some stuffy hollywood exec informed him that he had to have at least one so he sighed and picked charlie hunnam out of a lineup and informed him that his job was to stand there and look pretty with his shirt off and smile adoringly at rinko kikuchi whenever she was onscreen, which he did fantastically. also idris elba and a narrative centered around a found family featuring a black father and a japanese daughter that culminates in the kind of love so profound that the last words she says to him don’t even need to be translated for a non-japanese-speaking audience.
fury road is a movie that was edited by a woman because george miller literally did not fucking trust a man to do it justice, and even our beloved sad puppy protaganist still has his moment where we all yell at him to just let furiosa and the girls in the truck you miserable bastard you all want the same thing and then they turn an MRA into a feminist willing to die for the cause, and they put naked women on the screen without making me want to curl up inside and die, and killed women to show us how that made other women feel, and brought literal fucking hellfire down on the patriarchy to grind them into rubble. also, ALSO, the only reason this ridiculous fucking plan even worked in the end was because LITERAL CHILDREN and enslaved women lowered the platform and opened the floodgates to water, which is essentially the same as salvation when you live in a post-nuclear desert hellscape run by god-kings who waste thousands of gallons of gasoline just to track down their escaped sex slaves. also actual polynesian actresses in a movie set in australia. also a complete lack of rape scene or discussion of sex, crude or otherwise. also the person who everybody knows is the protag of fury road in the same way everyone knows mako is the protag of pacific rim even though the trailers will do their best to convince the MRAs otherwise is an amputee driven by the same immense boiler of screaming fury that i, as an abuse victim and as a feminist and as someone who has had friends go through way worse shit than i did, feel on a regular basis, and we don’t need to know the full story of what happened; we know that she was kidnapped, we know her mother is dead, we know that it’s probably been twenty years of literal hell for her, and we know that she is not above dying to save four girls who yell at her when she tries to kill someone that has been sent to bring them back to immortan joe.
this is not the wink wink nudge nudge feminism of joss “i quit twitter bc feminists were harassing me” whedon. these are movies that make me feel like they are opening floodgates to stories where megan fox can show up onscreen and be taken seriously instead of objectified, and lucy liu can play any damn character she wants in reboots of stories that used to just be about arrogant white boys, and laverne cox doesn’t have to be asked what her fucking crotch looks like before people can hold a conversation with her.
pacific rim and fury road, as colorful (literally, there is an entire post on this site about modern hollywood and it’s shitty, drained-of-color-to-feel-”gritty” movies) narratives about hope and love, actually make me, a decrepit, sarcastic husk of a human being, 1) cry about two people nodding at each other and touching foreheads, and 2) actually believe that our cinema will one day stop being such a white sausagefest.
1. Take the binder off. I don’t care how dysphoric you are, I don’t care how bad you feel, I don’t care who is around. DO NOT PUT IT BACK ON.
2. Go to the doctor. Or to a nurse. When I broke my ribs, I went to the nurse at my school because that was free and that worked fine.
3. Accept that there isn’t anything you can do to heal faster. The most likely thing that doc is going to tell you is that you have some bruised ribs, and you need to let them heal. Sometimes broken ribs can break lungs, which is potentially fatal, so no matter what, you still need to do step two, but that’s probably not going to be the case.
4. Treat yo’self. Get some icecream, and settle down with your favorite tv show. This is gonna be rough on your mental health.
5. Tell people that you are injured (make up a bull-riding/bungee-jumping story if you don’t wanna tell em why). This will garner you some sympathy points, and people will go easier on you. Maybe your boss will let you wear a hoodie to work.
6. Don’t reflect too hard on it. The first thing you are going to think is not “oh I have an injury so I better take care of myself” it’s going to be “this is the physical manifestation of my dysphoria and why does being trans always ruin my life”. Try to refrain from that particular thought. You have an injury. Treat it like any other injury or illness you could get.
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What not to do.
1. Put that damn binder back on. Don’t. I see you tempted. Don’t.
2. I SAID DON’T.
3. You could end up with a warped ribcage if you don’t allow yourself to heal. Don’t put it back on.
4. Really. Don’t.
Here’s the original, for anyone who wanted it.
Good advice from someone who isn’t an asshole who changes people’s important trans posts.
Straight up nobody hugged Harry Potter from the ages of 2-11 can we discuss this
Nobody hugged Severus Snape from the ages of 0 to 38, just saying.
Nobody hugged Severus Snape probably because if someone shows Severus Snape kindness he becomes insanely obsessed with them and refuses to leave them alone and calls them racial slurs when they express that they want to be left alone and will one day walk over their husband’s dead body and cradle their lifeless form in his arms while the baby screams
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok
do other girls actually go to bed with their bras on or is that just in movies because i would never wear a bra to bed its like going to bed with tape on your mouth
Him:
This is the vehicle by which they will force feminism down my throat. This is the Trojan Horse Hollywood leftists will use to insist on the idea that women are equal to men in all things, including physique, strength, and logic. And this is the subterfuge they will use to blur the lines between masculinity and femininity, further ruining women for men, and men for wo -
Me, turning to the waitress, screaming:
hi excuse me could you please WITNESS ME????????????
Me:
[hurling every single breadstick on the table at him as if they're projectile weapons]
Waitress, while handing me more breadsticks:
WITNESS!!!!!!!!!!!
Since I know there’s probably a fair amount of you out there who haven’t seen the first three Mad Max movies, I’m here to tell you a li’l secret about them:
All the people complaining about how Max “isn’t the main character” in Fury Road are big ol’ Fake Fanboys cause Max’s primary character trait in literally every movie is “I hate this, why is it happening, please leave me alone to brood in the desert in peace”.
He’s much more the central focus of the plot in the first movie but in Road Warrior and Thunder Dome he basically just gets kidnapped or beat up by wankers in weird bondage outfits and spends the rest of the movie trying to leave as soon as possible while other people are like “please solve our absurd post-apocalyptic problems”. There is not one single point where Max actively seeks out being a hero until it is forced upon him. He ACTIVELY TELLS PEOPLE WHO ASK HIM FOR HELP to take a hike.
Mad Max himself would like nothing better than to never, ever, ever be the main character.
He would also like for people to stop stealing his fucking car.
#he legit does not take his eyes off her for the rest of the movie tho#like from the time cheedo says she’s hurt real bad#his entire goal is to get to her#look at his eyelines on the doof wagon#he is staring at her the whole time#everyone he fights#is just in the way#stopping him from getting to her#im telling you this was the most intimate movie i have ever seen#and im not even talking romantically intimate#like#dont touch me right now
intimate - that’s exactly the right word isn’t it. wow. I’m just gonna sit with that for a while…
…intimacy is what makes this movie tick, but what cultural references do we have for intimacy that aren’t actually just code for ‘romantic attraction’? But…intimacy isn’t that at all.
Max & Furiosa have chemistry from the first time they see each other, it goes sparks-to-tinder during the fight, and is fully underway by, “Does it matter?” They recognize something in each other.
Meeting someone who gets you, and who you totally get, is an overwhelmingly intimate experience. It doesn’t mater what your eventual relationship will be, intimacy will be profound and the devotion proportional. It’s the kind of rare and indefinable connection that movies are always trying to sell us - but they almost never deliver. Trying to convince us that romance or great sex or [insert trope here] are the proof of that connection doesn’t work - it’s not the real deal, and we can tell the difference.
In Max and Furiosa we have intimacy stripped of all else - and it’s almost outside our cultural ability to discern, isn’t it. But we all know it when we see it. And we’re fiercely protective of it.
“but what cultural references do we have for intimacy that aren’t actually just code for ‘romantic attraction’?”
I’m just going to point out that this is probably one of the reasons why slash fanfiction is so popular.
I mean the origins of the name comes from K/S, kirk-slash-spock, and is from their fully developed relationship and just learning each other. And you have acres of episodes where they learn to recognize each other.
This is the classic picture of what slash is, in one image (via Henry Jenkins):
When I try to explain slash to non-fans, I often reference that moment in Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan where Spock is dying and Kirk stands there, a wall of glass separating the two longtime buddies.
Both of them are reaching out towards each other, their hands pressed hard against the glass, trying to establish physical contact. They both have so much they want to say and so little time to say it. Spock calls Kirk his friend, the fullest expression of their feelings anywhere in the series. Almost everyone who watches the scene feels the passion the two men share, the hunger for something more than what they are allowed. And, I tell my nonfan listeners, slash is what happens when you take away the glass.
What is interesting in the case of Fury Road however is that it puts the glass back in between.
I’m laughing with delight here - step it UP, yes! Well explained! That’s the core of ‘why slash’ - intimacy well acted and well written is compelling and we cannot help but imagine more about it. At the same time, we (as slash fans/writers) are stillenactinga cultural myth that says ‘true intimacy is romantic in nature,’ - which is not true at all. Yes, there’s non-romantic slash out there, but it’s the exception.
Ah! Okay - I think I finally have an answer for you for ‘why I don’t ship them…yet’ - it’s this issue. In Fury Road the on-screen romantic potential is there - but what makes the relationship so poignant is that they don’t need it in order to have more intimacy than we can almost stand to see.
For me, acting on that potential for romance undermines the the idea that intimacy, real and profound, can exist independent of romance. And that’s important to me personally - my own quirk and no judgement on anyone else.
Yes, just yes to all of this. I think that’s why, even though I’ve read and enjoyed and squeed at fic where they’re romntically/physically intimate, I still hesitate to outright ship them. For me they already (as redshoesnblueskies said) experience this profound sense of intimacy, and while the idea of romance/physical intimacy is fun, in the end for me it doesn’t add anything to their relationship that isn’t already there in spades. It doesn’t detract from it either, of course, and goes without saying that this is all IMO.
As someone who ‘ships Max/Furiosa but is fine with the relationship as platonic, I would only add this: When I want to see Max/Furiosa shown as romantic, I don’t want to change *anything* about the way they interact. What I want is for THIS to be the way romance is portrayed – as an act of profound intimacy and trust between two equal partners with their own individual motivations. I would be hungrier for more platonic male/female friendships of such depth were I not even more hungry for romantic relationships (of any stripe) shown with the complexity TV and films usually reserve for male friendship.
An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures
The show is called ‘All or Nothing’
Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.
All sorts of tools have been found in pre-Christian women’s graves. The only major craft which seems to have been restricted to men only was Blacksmithing. […]
Here are a few examples of jobs done by women in the medieval period: brewer, laundress, barrel and crate maker, soap boiler, candle maker, book binder, doll painter, butcher, keeper of town keys, tax collector, shepherd, musician, rope maker, banker, money lender, inn keeper, spice seller, pie seller, woad trader, wine merchant, steel merchant, copper importer, currency exchanger, pawn shop owner, lake and river fisherwoman, baker, oil presser, builder, mason, plasterer, cartwright, wood turner, clay and lime worker, glazier, ore miner, silver miner, book illuminator, scribe, teacher, office manager, clerk, court assessor, customs officer, porter, tower guard, prison caretaker, surgeon and midwife. […]
There are records of women traders in 1205 in Genoa, Italy. In fact, 21% of people involved in trade contracts there in the 13th Century were women. Women also provided 14% of capital in seafaring ventures at the time. Even earlier, in the 12th Century, there are records of women traders in Georgia, Eastern Europe. Paris tax registers for 1292, 1300, 1313 list lots of craftswomen, many of whom were in different trades to their husbands. […]
Girls might be educated at home, with private tutor, or at a Convent. There were also schools within towns. In some cases girls were excluded from these, or only allowed to enter elementary schools. In other cases they were allowed to enter secondary schools and obtain a much broader education, including Latin and other languages. Some schools were mixed, others were single sex. Town Councils and the Church had some control over schools and over the appointment of teachers. In 1388, a Jewish woman, Sarah of Gorlitz, donated a property to be used as a school for Jewish children.
Outside of the Guilds, women might be employed as unskilled labourers in vineyards, on building sites and so on. Many more women than men were employed because they could be paid less for doing the same work. In Wurzburg, 1428-1449, for example, there are records of 323 female building site workers, paid 7.7 pfennings a day, and 13 male building site workers, paid 11.6 pfennings a day. In general, it seems that a wide range of professions were open to medieval women, although they were also subject to a variety of restrictions.
