Men are so annoying with the whole girls fuck over nice guys like do you know how many guys fuck over nice girls? Girls that will do ANYTHING for them? Girls who want them exclusively and cherish them and try to put up with them while the man cheats and treats her like shit? Like bye with that I don’t feel sorry for y'all. Everyone is capable of being shitty but you don’t hear us girls crying about nice girls finishing last shut the fuck up.
If there are a lot of witnesses they can’t do anything ‘accidentally’ If you ever spot poc pulled over by cops, pull over too and just watch. If they tell you to leave, say it’s your right to be there. Protect our siblings ✊
• It’s annoying. • It gives an imperfect metric for how many followers you have. (I would estimate about 25% of my “followers” are porn blogs run by bots). • It makes pulling up your activity page iffy even if you use Tumblr strictly for SFW content. • It’s problematic for individuals who have struggled with sex and/or pornography addictions, especially since many of the blog names are not obviously porn names, causing you to preview the blog. • It exposes minors to illegal and harmful content.
And to many of us: • It’s disgusting. • it’s degrading to human beings, especially women. • It makes Tumblr a less classy, less reputable place.
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I already reblogged a thing about Mad Max: Fury Road and Avengers: Age of Ultron and the contrast between how they deal with motherhood, infertility and what it means to be a woman.
It’s surreal to think that these two movies came out just two weeks apart from one another in the US. In a way I feel a little bit sorry for AoU, because it would have looked like a perfectly okay summer blockbuster if Fury Road hadn’t come barreling down right on its tail and smashed all our pathetic lowball expectations to flaming shards in the sand.
When AoU came out, I had a lot of discussions with people about Natasha’s plotline. Because my gut reaction was certainly a massive eyeroll that the one female Avenger’s deep, dark secret is that she can’t have babies. But also, it’s not like a story about a woman who underwent forced sterilization is something we shouldn’t care about. (And in the US, this is a particular form of restriction of reproductive rights that’s disproportionately affected poor women of color.) And if she internalized the line that was fed to her, that she couldn’t be both a killer and a mother, that certainly doesn’t make it her fault.
But it still frustrated me, and my frustrations were really, really well articulated by this article. You should go and read the whole thing, because it’s excellent. But this is the relevant quote:
There’s nothing wrong with stories about women who are housewives or stories about women who struggle because they were forcibly prevented from having kids as a condition of whatever mission they chose to undertake. The problem is that with so few women in superhero movies, each of these portrayals stands not only for the choices Whedon made, but for all the choices he and many others didn’t and don’t make. The portrayals of Natasha and Laura rankle at some level, for me, not because they are stories about a woman traumatized by not having children and a woman waiting for her husband to come home, but because it’s another story about those two women rather than any of the other bazillion women who could exist in this universe and don’t. If you had five butt-kicking women in this movie, it would seem perfectly logical that one of them might have a story related to getting pregnant or not. Why wouldn’t she?
These, for me, are scarcity problems. They are problems because there are so few opportunities to show women in action blockbusters that I tend to crave something very much capable of moving discussions of what those portrayals can be like forward.
…Scarcity will always drive us back to these same conversations about how every woman carries the obligation to represent What This Director Thinks Women Are For, and absolutely no answer to that question will ever be a good answer.
I think this is an interesting discussion in the context of Fury Road, because, intentionally or not, the movie takes on the scarcity problem in a couple of different ways.
On the most basic level, it gives us lots of women. In a context where studies have found that even background crowds in movies are on average only 17% women, Fury Road is FULL of women. Young women. Old women. Women who are disabled. Women who are physically strong and as skilled with weapons and vehicles as any of the men in their world. Women who are not physically strong but fight anyway. 80-year-old women who ride motorbikes and talk about all the kill shots they’ve made.
Look at the shot at the top of this post. Twelve women on screen at once! That’s more women in a single frame that some movies have speaking parts for.
Max may have his name on the title card, but he spends the movie surrounded by women. Team War Rig starts out as one man and six women; later it’s two men and five women; then it gets supplemented by a bunch more women in the third act. It’s almost an exact flip of the 20% rule of thumb, where one woman for every four men seems normal.
But Fury Road deals with the scarcity problem in another way, too, one that I think is particularly important given the film’s content. It gives us six women all reacting to the same circumstances of slavery and sexual violence, and allows them to have different, individualized, and sometimes contradictory reactions, all of which are presented as valid.
So we have Toast, who counts bullets and loads weapons, who hacks off her hair to spite Joe, who grabs his gun at a key moment and gets pistol-whipped for it, who spits on his corpse when he’s dead. Angharad, who self-injures, who uses her status as Joe’s favorite against him, who can be fearless, or reckless, with her own body, but also clings to nonviolence even when that tactic has limitations in a violent world, who stops Furiosa from killing Nux, but then pushes him out of a moving vehicle seconds later. Capable, who holds onto kindness, understanding and compassion, despite all the violence around her, who trusts Nux when Furiosa is pointing a gun at him and growling, “Get out,” and proves to be correct in her instincts. Dag, who retreats into her own head, but is often the first to sense danger, who hurls insults at her abuser, and also at Max while he’s pointing a gun at them. Cheedo, who gets scared and tries to run back to the person who hurt her, but then later uses her perceived fragility as a weapon. And Furiosa, who holds on to her rage even as she fights her way up the ranks to become Joe’s trusted lieutenant, and finally uses it to end him.
And none of these reactions are treated as better or worse or right or wrong or the correct way to be a survivor of violence. It’s okay to be angry; it’s okay to be kind; it’s okay to be scared. Because there are so many women in the movie, each one of them gets to be a unique character instead of an avatar of What This Director Thinks Women Are For.
Extend that to all of filmmaking, and to all the many kinds of identities that are underrepresented on screen today. That’s how you deal with the scarcity problem.
also guys i think it’s time to start spelling ‘small’ right again,, it’s been long enough
see the thing is, at this point, smol isn’t even a “mispelling” of small anymore; it has its own connotations. while small is a regular adjective, smol acts more like a diminutive marker, which English has been lacking
in essence, a smol dog will always be a small dog, but not all small dogs are smol.
I would be the one recommending violence. Have I ever told the story of the time I walked up to @twistedangelsays , said “You should probably stop me,” and then immediately picked a fight with a dude who had a foot of height on us?
She can’t even help herself. I only wish she would give me a millisecond more to stop her. That particular time I actually went to grab her by the collar when she spun around and ran off. My fingertips brushed the edge of her collar and she got away and managed to verbally tear the guy to pieces. Thankfully, I was standing right there doing damage control so it could have been MUCH worse.
Well then. … i have this mental image of you dragging starlight off the stage by her collar/scruff while she’s cussing and flailing up a storm. This is even more hilarious, when i add that mental image of Starlight has become a tiny Griffin that looks a lot like her icon. And she’s getting dragged off by an exasperated looking angel.
Literally not even twelve hours before that particular incident, she hauled me out of a room by my collar. I have impeccable emotional control 99% of the time, but that 1% of the time is what tends to make an impression.
Canon: Grantaire is a boxer, fencer, and dancer. I know these are common knowledge, but I feel like there are some really glorious opportunities afforded there. He’s also evidently well-studied, just…in really random stuff, which speaks to me.
Headcanon: Even supposing he’d lived through June 6th, Grantaire wouldn’t have survived long without his friends. He’d have faded away, been found dead in the street within a month.
Heartcanon: This is, what, what I think should have happened? I don’t know, might’ve been nice if someone lived?
Soulcanon: I might have liked a little more description of the death scene, Vic! Would’ve been nice! But my firm belief is that Enjolras probably died pretty much on impact, whereas Grantaire took a minute or two to bleed out. He didn’t mind, because he fell looking at Enjolras’ face, angled so that the other man looked alive and merely pensive, and he’d say there are worst last sights. He kept his grip on Enjolras’ hand until he was finally too weak to force his muscles to cooperate.
Crotchcanon: Sooooo the night before the barricades rose Enjolras probably decided…well, eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die. ‘Be merry’ here accompanied by an intense eyebrow wriggle. Fight me. Grantaire figured that at least this way he would know that Enjolras’ skin tasted like before they died. If I ever wrote fic for this ‘and then there was wildly improbable sex’ incident, it would be intense angst.
Rey, my own sunshine daughter
Canon: Rey is flawless. Rey built her speeder and taught herself quarterstaff fighting. I hear she refused to trade a droid even though she was offered sixty portions. I hear she managed to fly the Millennium Falcon through an old star destroyer on her first try. She met Han Solo and he offered her a job. One time she lightsabered Kylo Ren in the face. It was awesome.
Headcanon: Rey has definitely…done what needed to be done. By which I mean she’s definitely killed a dude, and possibly eaten them, depending on how strapped she was for sustenance at the time.
Heartcanon: I appreciate why Rey didn’t kill Kylo at the end of the movie. Nonetheless, that hunting-wolf prowl with her teeth bared and the light of a dying star on her skin really did it for me, and I might have liked to see them deal with the fact that even Jedi kill, sometimes. And Rey’s NOT a Jedi, is the thing, so–yeah. Basically the summary here is that I want to see Rey kill a dude with a lightsaber. Kylo would be ideal, but not at all mandatory. I also really want to see her talk to a Force ghost, and I really, really want that Force ghost to be Anakin Skywalker. I am only interested in the Rey Skywalker thing insofar as it makes her Anakin’s granddaughter, not Luke’s kid (I’d love it if she was Leia’s kid, Rey Organa is also a plot I’m into, but that seems a little less likely), although I feel like Rey as the savior of the Force Mark III is really excellent.
Soulcanon: Okay but as long as we’re playing defiance-of-all-reason, what I really want is for Rey to be a midichlorian pregnancy. The Force decides that the last go-round of a Chosen One went horribly awry (although I have some thoughts on whether that…is strictly speaking true, in the Force’s eyes), so this time, the Force is like “I’m gonna do it again, and it’s going to be another angry sand orphan, but instead of an ex-slave who immediately gets indoctrinated into a powerfully repressive and increasingly rickety ancient Order, it’s going to be a scavenger with a moral backbone like soldered titanium and a quarterstaff, and she’s just gonna fucking wreck people with both.” And the Force drags Rey kicking and screaming into her destiny and drops her in Luke’s lap like “Be nice to your auntie, bye-bye now” and Luke is like “Um…I don’t deserve this.” Luke, you fucked off into exile for fifteen years and left your sister to run another rebellion, this time against her son. You deserve to have your Force-auntie fucking wreck you with her stick and her moral backbone.
Crotchcanon: Um…the OT3 is a thing and y’all can fight me. The Damerons. Poe struggles for a little while with the fact that he seems to have two (young) heroes trying to actively seduce him, in their awkward ways. Rey’s version of ‘seduction’ is just to press various foodstuffs into his hands and watch with an eager smile as he eats them, Finn’s is a little more like actual flirting, but not a lot. Finally he just comes back to his quarters (he has a private room by virtue of being a squad leader) and finds Rey literally sitting naked on his bed, legs crossed and calm as when she’s polishing BB-8′s optical sensor. Finn apologizes, hovering anxiously near the wall, and says that they’ve been trying to convince him to date them but he doesn’t seem to get the message, so Rey got impatient. Poe gives in to the inevitable. And then there’s sex. Lots of sex. Poe gets the shock of the decade when ever-so-serious General Organa reaches up to clap him on the shoulder in approval, once the others let him out of his quarters again.
So I’m watching Hellboy.
And I just??? Have a lot of feelings about Professor Bruttenholm as a father??? Like, Hellboy is difficult as shit, that’s evident, but even so, at the end of the day, the Professor still claims Hellboy–who is clearly a demon–as his son and has faith in him to…not end the world, I guess, and Hellboy loves him so much. I am always so upset about this movie.
