What’s it like to work alongside so many other women of color?
What has caused you to hate men so much?
Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?
Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on.
And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it.
But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right?
"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up."
I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings.
Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.”
The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please.
I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today.
This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists.
if you get a boyfriend does that mean you have to spend less time on the internet because idk if im prepared for that
Hiccstrid Parallels (2/?)
omg I’ve always loved Astrid for this. She doesn’t just try and talk to him at a normal level, because she knows he avoids eye contact. He’s used of a life of people LITERALLY looking down at him, so he just escapes by glancing downward when he feels inadequate. But she won’t have it from him— she gets down ON HIS LEVEL and makes him look up. Makes him see what she sees: somebody worthwhile and worth looking straight in the eye.
Reblogging for that amazing comment.
Isn’t amazing how people don’t give a shit about misogyny until they can accuse muslims of it in order to justify their islamaphobia?
Natalie Dormer on Women and Body Image in Hollywood during SDCC 2014 (x)
What bothers me about Hogwart's paintings is that they're all realistc or medieval-ish and just makes me wonder what happens if a wizard paints some cubist nonsensical shit. Would it move? Would it talk? Would it ask you for the password, or would it tell you about the meanings of within? I guess we'll never know because Dumbledore is not a fan of modern art
this is a solid question
The Marvel cast is so ridiculously white tho. I know Samuel L. Jackson is a gentleman, scholar, and badass mofo, and he’s worth at least three of the cast members in terms of sheer awesomeness, but there really needs to be more PoC. Preferably women, because damn. #forevermourningwocmariahill
Cap: Shouldn’t be a problem.
What I really love is that the movie doesn’t even bother to show them getting the wings. Like, pfft, whatever, infiltrating high securty places to steal experimental government technology, what is it Tuesday already? Nobody needs to see that, we have more important things to do.
#OKAY BUT #I love how Sam knows EXACTLY Where it is #like he’s had his eye on it #like he checked up on his wings #he missed his babies #he had to know where they are #and maybe even how to get them #ps sam what the fuck is wrong with your lamp (via bluandorange)
Favorite things include: Sam tracking the movement of his wingpack as it moves through the rungs of bureaucracy, Steve wondering if there’s a hidden layer to Sam’s statement because that totally sounds easy, Natasha being like “you are all dumb, this will take ten minutes tops,” everybody deferring to Natasha for strategy and management and Natasha’s version of management being a very sassy shrug of indifference
But especially Sam knowing how thick the fucking walls are. You know he was at City Hall studying blueprints and shit. You know they took him on a courtesy tour of the facility and waited in embarrassment when he got out his measuring tape
The thing that I loved the best—they didn’t even show them getting it.
It was an action sequence that, while it was directly related to the plot (they had to get those wings or the plot couldn’t move forward), it wasn’t directly related to character development—so they left it out.
We wouldn’t have learned anything new about those characters during that action sequence, and their abilities and general kick-ass-itude had been so clearly established that we just accepted that of course they’d get it without serious consequences.
AND IT WAS HILARIOUS that they just, shrug, showed up with it.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Marvel makes movies that are everything that they should be and never more.
YESSS, I loved that too. Because we all know they’d get it fairly easily enough because it’s Natasha fucking Romanov. Totally believable so let’s not show it and get to the good stuff.