“If You Know Someone Who Doesn’t Believe Sexism Exists, Show Them This”
Link here: [x]guys please reblog this so it spreads.
I’ve been sexually harassed by men ever since I was 12. My worst memories aside from a lot of verbal remarks are:
- sitting on the bus with my school bag over my knees when i was 13 and having a middle aged man slowly slide his hand on my thigh. I didnt notice until it was right on my leg and lifted my bag and he took it off immediately and pretended nothing happened and I was too afraid to do or say anything because the bus was full of people and I didnt want to make a scene
- I was running up a hill to catch up with my friend when I was about 14 and this guy took his penis out right in front of me and started violently masturbating while muttering vulgar things at me. I got so scared I started crying and ran for my life. My friend was literally meters away from me at the time but then ended up laughing about it like it wasn’t a big deal. I still judge her a lot for not taking it more seriously.
- I’ve had my ass grabbed and spanked, my thighs touched and I’ve had guys pressing up against my boobs or deliberately brushing against them, all in broad daylight in public places.
- Just yesterday while I was walking home I had a guy shout ‘I like your boobs’ to me across the street and although I shouted ‘go fuck yourself’ I still felt degraded and like my body was being sexualised for no reason.
It sickens me that men can’t control and discipline their sexual thoughts and find it acceptable to degrade women openly in our todays society. And I find it even more sickening that a lot of women accept this as ‘the norm’. Stop saying this is ok. Stop giving excuses that girls ‘ask for it’. STOP blaming the victims of this disgusting sexual harassment for what is clearly a gender particular issue. If you see anyone being sexually harassed CONFRONT THEM about it if it’s safe for you to do so. Don’t just walk away. LADIES SPEAK THE FUCK UP.
Read a post recently on the difference between poster art and DVD cover art. In that light, I thought I’d share some of my favorite movie posters from Disney Animated Canon. When the piece you use to represent an artistic achievement is a work of art in its’ own right, you have something truly special on your hands.
[LOUD, WISTFUL SIGH]
BEING IN A LOT OF FANDOMS IS REALLY CONFUSING BECAUSE IF YOU SAY ‘aww, john’ YOU COULD BE TALKING ABOUT JOHN WATSON OR JOHN WINCHESTER MAYBE EVEN JOHN EGBERT AND DONT FORGET JOHN BARROWMAN
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Don’t forget John snowthe struggle is real guys
there are way too many johns
But it’s spelled Jon Snow so the Game of Thrones fandom is good
STOP SCROLLING
You get a hug for being you.
CONTINUE SCROLLING
WAITWAITWAIT
Sorry, I got sad thinking you were going away.
BUT I’M OKAY NOW YOU CAN GO
you know how people always go to bars to watch football games wouldn’t it be nifty is there were bars where we could watch spn and they served really gr8 burgers and pie and the place was decorated to look really sketchy
fandom bars are the wave of the future my friends.

He can’t help it. He tells himself the TARDIS is taking him there on it’s own, but deep down inside, he knows he’s the one steering it to that lone, empty stretch of beach. At first he just stands there, looking out at the endless white sand, listening to the crash of the waves on the shore. Even though the beach is empty he swears he can still hear it, the faint echo of her voice, her sad, painful cries. When the TARDIS conjures up an image of her, recorded from that day so long ago, at first it seems like a good idea… just to see her again; that pink skin flushed from the sun, that yellow hair blowing in the wind… but it’s not her. He knows it’s not her, and it’s not just because the recorded sound of her voice sounds slightly tinny. He knows it’s not her because it hurts too much remembering why it can’t be her. So he twists his sonic screwdriver and she fades away, just like he did all those months (years?) ago, and he goes back into the TARDIS and flies away again.
The next time it happens, he only half tries to convince himself it was the fault of the TARDIS. By the third time, and the fourth, and the fifth, he doesn’t even try anymore.
He just wants to see her one more time. There’s nothing wrong with that… right?