#GirlsCan: Women Empowerment | COVERGIRL: Girls can’t? Yes, they can. Rap, be funny, be off-the-wall, rock, be strong, run the show, make the world a little more easy, breezy and beautiful. (x)
“I’m here today because I am gay. And because maybe I can make a difference. To help others have an easier and more hopeful time. Regardless, for me, I feel a personal obligation and a social responsibility. I also do it selﬁshly, because I am tired of hiding and I am tired of lying by omission. I suffered for years because I was scared to be out. My spirit suffered, my mental health suffered and my relationships suffered.”
Ellen Page comes out (x)
I’m going away for about 2 weeks, I’m off to Verbier and Chamonix with my lovely host family^^
Have a wonderful day!
Vocally political and liberal Steve Rogers
Fox News has no idea how to handle it because he’s Captain America and he’s literally from the 40’s like how do that handle that
He refuses to go on half of the news shows because they lie
Mostly ends up on the Daily Show, the Colbert Report, and the Young Turks
Starts charities that focus on kids and the poor
Donations to veterans charities go through the roof
Treatment for PTSD in veterans suddenly gets addressed after he admits to being diagnosised with it
Steve Rogers starting a twitter specifically for linking people to horrible news stories and calling news stations out on their lies and scare tactics
Using his twitter to complain about the state of public news and how it should be a space of change and value and honesty for the American public, and how he’s so ashamed of it all
He accidentally becomes like public face for the new generation of politically savvy people
They make of shirts like WWCD “what would Cap do?”
Tony is thrilled and proud and hires of team of lawyers exclusively to handle the news stations screaming about Steve
Fox news gets slapped with so many libel fines and law suits
No, but really. This is a Steve characterization that actually makes sense.
Steve who finds himself 70 years later surrounded by so many of the same politicals fights he remembers from his youth, Steve who finds that the country has lost ground in terms of progressive policies from the days of the WPA, who finds that the SSA is weaker, who finds labor unions that have been rendered toothless or are themselves stumbling blocks to worker’s rights, who — well, Steven Atwell covered Steve’s progressivism p well a while ago. He’s not gonna be some caricature of mid-20th C. “my country is always right/my country right or wrong” patriotism. He’s gonna be from the Sen. Schurz school of thought: “Our country: when right to be kept right; when wrong to be put right.”
#working-class kid from nyc who grew up during the depression studied fine art at a public university and volunteered to fight at a time when#the war was still v much percieved as about politics — as a fight between liberty [the right of people to determine their own destinies] and#tryanny — breeds of socialism that were about top-down control and conformity; facism#steve who brokes rules left and right#steve who lives the best ideals of his country#of course he’d be at odds with conservative jingoistic patriotism and its politics
I need to talk about this scene, because it’s the one (though there were many to choose from, let’s be honest) that really, really almost broke me. Because the sheriff and Stiles both know what’s coming, what the MRI is going to tell them—Stiles is going to die. It’s the second time in his life Sheriff Stilinski is going through this, and he knows how scared and freaked out Stiles must be right now. This look between them is so complex, but it’s also, I think, the first time they acknowledge it to each other.
The sheriff offers Stiles a brave, pained smile, but still Stiles is the one who reaches out to comfort him, lays a reassuring hand on his dad’s shoulder.
Because more than being concerned for his own well-being, Stiles, at the end of the day, sees it as his job to look after his dad and be his protector, his rock. So rather than ask for comfort and reassurance himself, even though he is a scared, freaked-out kid who is about to learn his own fate, he’s the one trying to give his dad strength, who wordlessly says, “It’s okay,” because he knows whatever they find will hurt his dad far more than it hurts him. Stiles already feels responsible for his mother’s death, and he’d rather die than see his dad hurt and grieving again like he did over Claudia.
And that, friends, is why if Stiles survives being possessed by the nogitsune, he’s going to accept the bite from Scott. This moment right there. Because as much as he’d die for his dad, Stiles would also live for him, whatever the cost.
I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT.
If he does have the illness, then yes - he would take the bite for his father, no question. I’m just kind of hoping that was an illusion/manipulation of the MRI by whatever possessed him and he won’t actually be sick. Although apparently he will always live with the fear that he could develop the disease (I don’t know the genetics of it, but it was implied there’s a strong genetic component).
He doesn’t want the bite for himself, but he won’t let his father lose anyone else either. Yet he runs around with werewolves, etc which isn’t your safest way of spending the day… Then again I guess it’s about loyalties - he runs around with the werewolves for Scott, but he wants to stay alive for his father.
I’m really hoping the MRI is wrong on account of the nogitsune, too. I saw a post yesterday that pointed out that a supernatural creature whose primary power is associated with energy would almost certainly fuck with the MRI technology, which is my best-case scenario right now.
I’m on the fence about whether I want Stiles to become a werewolf or stay human, because I see pros and cons to both, but for me Stiles’s humanness is what makes him special, and I’d hate to see the show lose that component.
The way your phrased that made me realize how Stiles having to navigate these loyalties is such a true-to-life aspect of growing up. Learning that his choices don’t only affect him—even as we saw how Stiles’s decision to go looking for Laura’s body forever changed both his and Scott’s lives—seems to be a lesson Stiles has learned the hard way over the course of the show. I don’t think he ever wanted to put his dad in this kind of position, but watching them both try to deal with the constant danger Stiles is in, supernatural or otherwise, has been one of the most compelling parts of their relationship.
This is the way the Olympics should be! Fantastic that at least some people have the right attitude towards the games!!
When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”
I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.
She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”
“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”
He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”
Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”
When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”
Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”
Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.
He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.
Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.
Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.
One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.
I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”
Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.
It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.
It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.
It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.
There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.
I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend."
By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
EVERYBODY READ THIS. RIGHT NOW.
Don’t forget the fear. Anger is easier than fear.
Literally reblogging this for my boyfriend.
literally reblogging this as a public service
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Click here to watch Jon Stewart discuss the reactions to Michael Sam’s revelation that the NFL prospect is gay.
"You’re gonna need a pep talk sometimes. That’s okay. For now, remember this: You’re awake. You’re awesome. Live like it.”
so not only did stiles watch his mother die
he watched her go insane
lil stiles trying to convince his mother that her hallucinations are real
I WAS TYPING TOO FAST AND MEANT “AREN’T REAL” AND NOW I’M LIKE “WHAT DID I JUST DO.”
NO BUT LIKE WHAT IF HE DID IN A WAY? not maliciously obvs, but what if he didn’t want her to think she was crazy, so he said he believed her. would move away from a corner or close a window if she got anxious about the darkness she said was hovering near him. what if he kept salt packets in his pockets because sometimes his mom muttered things about demons when she was too far gone and he read somewhere that that’s what kept the really bad things away.
…I CAN’T TELL IF I MADE IT BETTER OR WORSE. SORRY!
That’s why Stiles feels guilty about his mom dying, see: he helped the process along. His dad had just been elected Sheriff so he was out of the house a lot and it was just the two of them, really.
She’d clasp his hand in hers and stare at him fixedly. “You believe me, don’t you, kiddo?”
And he’d say yes every time, yes, Mom, there really is something outside, I shouldn’t go to school today. It’s okay, Mom, I looked it up online, some people are just more sensitive to energies, in old times they were shamans! You could have been a shaman.