Or when you openly express doubt of victims, when you declare the problems of a marginalized group to not be real problems, when you dismiss or belittle them, when you hand-wave and pretend like victims of discrimination or assault or harassment are exaggerating, when you behave as though you believe people’s problems are some kind of a mass hallucination because you’ve never experienced them personally… at least one woman (or any person, possibly) you know and love has silently decided she cannot trust you.
I know that I am preaching to the converted here. But I like its succinctness
The Jesus and Meowy Chain - Psycho Catty
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
if you dont have a gay cousin then youre the gay cousin sorry to break it to you
If you have sex with me, you will definitely get married to the next girl you meet
Very Useful Valentine’s Cards To Give To Your Beloved This Year Vol. 2
heh, heh heh.. de-layed-gra-ti-fi-ca-tion?
saying “the bechdel test sets the bar too low” is dumb because that’s literally the point of the bechdel test, it’s a bar set at ankle height that hollywood is still refusing to step over
oh really are you really sure
wasn’t he possessed by a demon in that scene
Yup, that’s how Dean knew it wasn’t his dad
Oh my god.
I thought my fandom had father issues…
Um, this is John as he’s about to get his soul dragged into hell by Azazel having sold it for Dean’s life… (x)
John Winchester’s problem was never that he wasn’t proud. It was never that he didn’t care. His problem was the same problem both his sons got from him: They, all three of them, cared too much.
And lets not forget the fact that John was a Vietnam vet with a purple heart, which means he was wounded in battle, which means there’s a damn good chance that he lost friends in his unit.
And, y’know, this is before his wife got immolated by a demon. So his heart shriveled up and turned to stone, but that doesn’t mean it stopped being a heart, so he crawled inside a bottle and started wreaking havoc and vengeance, but also protection. Yeah, he made his kids grow up way to quick, but they grew up into gods, little machines made of violence so that what happened to his wife wouldn’t happen to his sons.
Was John a good father? Almost certainly not.
Was John a good man? That’s debatable.
Did John love his children? Irrefutably.