ok but consider this
- natasha and clint spending christmas together on clint’s farm
- natasha and clint going to a tree farm together
- natasha all bundled up on thick scarves and a knit hat standing back and sipping her hot peppermint mocha while clint chops down…
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brainfreeze is my favorite pain response because it’s literally your body telling you to stop eating fucking snow, you stupid jackass, what is wrong with you
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I PUT THE HOUSECAT OUTSIDE FOR TWO GODDAMN MINUTES AS A JOKE AND HE COMES RUNNING IN WITH A SNAKE IN HIS MOUTH
OH SHIT THE SNAKE IS STILL ALIVE
THE SNAKE HAS GONE INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM AND IM ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS
SNAKE HAS BEEN RELEASED IN THE NEIGHBORS YARD IN A PANICKED, THROWING MOTION
“Fucking put me outside again, bitch. See what happens.” -My Asshole Cat
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do you ever pretend like you didn’t see something so the other person doesn’t feel embarrassed
750,324 people whose mama taught them right
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Something like this happened to me. Not life-threatening, but it was still one of the most awful experiences of my life. Two boys asked me out every day for half of eighth grade and most of ninth grade–both of them, together, at the same time. They weren’t huge guys, but they were a lot bigger than me and they were athletes and they thought it was funny to call me a tease and tell the whole school I was playing hard to get. The fact that they had girlfriends? Yeah, that didn’t help people’s perspective of me either. I didn’t beat around the bush, I didn’t suggest that I thought it was cute or flattering, I flat-out said no every single day.
There were times when they would walk up and sit on my desk or play with my hair without my permission, and I had a track record of violence (although I never got nailed for anything by the administration), so I would have been blamed if I reacted. Unless I wanted to get suspended, I had to sit there and take it. And I did. For over a year. I got increasingly aggressive with my rejections–one of them tried to grab me and hug me, and I threatened to kick him in the crotch. And they continued, even after that. Until finally, while the teacher for one of my classes was out of the room, one of them tried to grab me one time too many. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into a table and said, very seriously, that I would break his hand the next time he laid one finger me (I have enough martial arts training and anatomical knowledge that it wasn’t remotely a bluff).
He believed me, and the two of them finally left me alone (and I wasn’t reported to any teachers), but I was told repeatedly by a lot of people that I shouldn’t have gotten violent because they were complimenting me. That I should have been flattered because they were popular and I wasn’t. That it wouldn’t have gone so far if I had just said yes. That I SHOULD have said yes because I didn’t have a boyfriend and God knows my life should revolve around the dream of the Disney fairytale.
You know what? Fuck that. I have the right to turn down any date I want, and I shouldn’t have to put up with harassment because of it. I have the right to say ‘do not touch me’ and be acknowledged without threatening to break bones. I have the right to say 'hey, I don’t need a boyfriend to be a fully constructed human being’ without being judged. And the worst part is that my situation? No matter how unpleasant and violating it felt? IT WAS MINOR. GIRLS DIE BECAUSE OF THIS.
Don’t teach girls how to break fingers and deviate septums. Teach boys how to respect us as human beings, not toys for their amusement.
[reading fic]
[cute thing happens between otp]
[covers face]
[grins]
[slides down in chair and pulls legs up]
[long high pitched whine]
[straightens self out and continues reading]
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“When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no.
One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”
She refused again, but right after class she went to the principal’s office and told them what happened. They searched his locker and there was a gun in his backpack.
When he was arrested, some of my sister’s friends (some female, even) told her that she was selfish for saying no so many times. That because of her, the entire school was in jeopardy. That it wouldn’t have killed her to say yes and give it a try, but because she was so mean to him, he lost his temper. Many of her male friends said it was “girls like her” that made all women seem like cockteases.
Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up?
Years later, when I was a senior, I was the only girl in my Criminal Justice class. The teacher, who used to be a sergeant in the police force, told us a story of something that had happened to a girl he knew when she was in high school. There was a guy who obviously had a crush on her and he made her uncomfortable. One day he finally gathered up the courage to ask her out, and she said no.
The next day, during an assembly, he pulled a gun on her in front of everyone and threatened to kill her if she didn’t date him.
He was tackled to the ground and the gun was taken from him. When my teacher asked the class who was at fault for the crime, I was the only person who said the boy was. All the other kids in the class (who were all boys) said that the girl was, that if she had said yes he would’ve never lost it and brought a gun and tried to kill her. When my teacher said that they were wrong and that this is what is wrong with society, that whenever a white boy commits a crime it’s someone else’s fault (music, television, video games, the victim) one boy raised his hand and literally said; “But if someone were to punch me and I punched him back, who is at fault for the fight? He is, not me. It’s self-defence. She started it, so anything that happens to her is in reaction to her actions .It’s simple cause and effect.”
Even though he spent the rest of the calss period ripping into the boys and saying that you are always responsible for your own actions, and that women are allowed to say no and do not have to date them, they left class laughing about how idiotic he was and that he clearly had no idea how much it hurt to be rejected.
So now we have a new school shooting, based solely on the fact some guy couldn’t get laid, and I see men, boys, applaudin him, or if they’re not applauding him, they’re laying blame on women as a whole. Just like my sister’s friends did. Just like the boys in my Criminal Justice class did.
This isn’t something that’s rare. This isn’t something that never happens, or that a select group of men feel as if they are so entitled to women that saying no is not only the worst possible thing a woman can do, but is considered a form of “defence” when they commit a crime upon them (whether it be rape or murder-as-a-reaction-towards-rejection).
Girls are being killed for saying no to prom invites. Girls are being killed for saying no to men. They are creating an atmosphere where women are too scared to say no, and the worst part is? They are doing it intentionally. They want society to be that way, they want women to say yes entirely out of fear. Even the boys and men who aren’t showing up to schools with guns are saying; “Well, you know, I wouldn’t do that, but you have to admit that if she had just said yes …”
If you are a man and you defend this guys’ actions or try to find an excuse for it, or you denounce what really happened, or in any way lay blame on women, every girl you know, every woman you love, has just now thought to themselves that you might lose your shit and kill them someday for saying no. You have just lost their trust. And you know what? You deserve to lose it.”
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“Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up?” -vampmissedith.tumblr.com
THIS IS MANDATORY READING!
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EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS.
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My lesbian aunt is moving to my hometown and I was telling my mom about how I’m gonna hangout with her and stuff and my mom looked upset and she was like “We need to have a talk.” and we sat down and she said “Your aunt lives a certain lifestyle that I don’t want you to adapt from her” and I was internally screaming but then she finished with “so whatever you do don’t let her talk you into smoking pot” i’m crying my aunt is 52
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