Dear cis people,
Check your motherfucking privilege.
This is disgusting AND rape. EVERYONE HAS THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SEX. Man, woman, male, female, gay, straight, trans, cis. Are you fucking kidding me???
Sexual orientation usually is based on SEX, not GENDER. I don’t care if a transwoman is a woman, as a lesbian I DO NOT WANT A DICK IN ME. And I have EVERY RIGHT to refuse sex with someone even if it’s just because they have a dick.
Forcing a man to be attracted to you and have sex with you because you identify as a woman is rape and wrong.
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Up until 5 months ago, I had this tabby cat. I got her when she was just a year and a half old, and I was in 5th grade. When we first got her, I mistook her shyness for dislike, and feared I would never get along with her, but as she got used to our house, she took interest in me (likely because I was quiet, while my sister was anything but), and started to spend more and more time with me. By the time I started high school, this cat and I were inseparable. She was my baby, the creature to whom I was most important, and at times, it felt like she was my sole reason for living (my sister has many problems with anger, which ended up causing me many problems). I loved her so much that during high school, my biggest fear about going to college was leaving her behind. And I often felt that she loved me just as much. Six months ago, my perfect, eleven year old baby was diagnosed with kitty leukemia, and given an estimated month to live. We honestly didn’t think she would make it that long, which scared me, because the end of that month was my fall break, and likely the only chance I’d have to go home and be there for her. Thankfully, she did make it to fall break, she always seemed to perk up a bit when she heard my voice. She seemed like she was in so much pain though, spending most of her time hiding in the basement where it was cool and dark, rather than following me around like normal. The only time she left the basement was at night, when she somehow found the energy to drag herself up to my room to sleep on my bed. Finally, October 8, the end of my winter break, it was decided that we would take her to the vet and have her put to sleep. We knew we would miss her terribly, but she was in pain, and it wasn’t fair to make her suffer. The reason I’m writing all this, is because this weekend is the five-month anniversary of her death. It might seem like an odd time-set to pick to freak out over, but keep in mind that I’m in college. Prior to this year, the longest I ever thought I’d have to go without seeing her was five months, the length of the average semester. Even if I couldn’t go home for fall break or spring break, I would definitely be going home for winter or summer break, and get to see my baby then. But five months has passed, and I still haven’t seen her. And even though next week is spring break, I’m still not going to get to see her. In fact, I will never get to see her on this plane of existence ever again, because she’s dead. I’ve lost the one creature in existence who thought me more important than any other, and I feel a tad lost without her semi-constant presence. When she first died, it was recommended to me that I write about how I was feeling, in order to help me through the grieving process. I didn’t do it then, because I had exams, and didn’t have time to be sad. I’ve got nothing to do now, though, and it’s leaving me too much time to think, so I decided to take the advice. Normally I would try to keep myself busy with homework or friends, but despite my lack of homework, my friends are both busy. One of them has been so stressed this entire semester, she constantly seems one bad phrase from bursting into tears. The other is having family problems, which are obviously worse than what I’m facing. Plus, his childhood dog died right around the same time as my cat, so he might be feeling the same way. I don’t think he’d want to talk about it with me though. He’s not the type to do so. And of course, I’m the type of person who can’t share her problems with people when they are stressed with their own problems. I don’t want to add to their burden, they have enough to worry about. Which leaves me with the few members of tumblr who might actually read this in its entirety. I don’t know what to do with my grief, it’s been five months. I know it’s normal to still be sad, to an extent, but I need to cheer myself up. Anyone have any ideas for a girl with few friends and too much time on her hands?
THE 20 STEPS TO SURVIVAL IN SUPERNATURAL
THERES SO MANY BEYOND PERFECT THINGS ABOUT THIS POST BUT
TAKE NOTE THICKE
21. If you absolutely cannot stay away become part of the Ghostfacers22. King of hell works too but prepare for mild torture. (Still, better than being dead.)
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
Things that should exist:
Things that shouldn’t exist:
It is inspiring to know that over 1,000 people believe in the same ideology.
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I case someone want to experiment what real terror is go here it’s in english.
WHY WOULD YOU SOURCE THAT.
BECAUSE IM AN EVIL ASSHAT WIZARD THATS WHY
NOPE NOPE NO NO NO NONONONONONONON BYE
ONE TIME I WANTED TO SHOW THIS TO A FRIEND SO I JUST SEARCHED “THAT FUCKING KOREAN COMIC”
AND IT WAS THE FIRST RESULT
iM NOT IN THIS FANDOM BUT fUCK THE AUDIO THE AUDIO
I will never fucking get over this audio post
*giggles like a dumbfuck*
ARE WE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THE GIF????????
I HAVE THIS ON REPEAT ON ITUNES RN
god i can just imagine jensen or misha finding this and giving jared a ton of shit omfg
i actually bought this song