"Have you ever heard the phrase cockblocking? You know, you’re at a bar, talking to a girl, and what happens? Her less attractive friend comes over and ruins everything. Cockblock. Well I have to tell you something guys: I have been the less attractive friend, and you were NOT cockblocked. I was following orders from my better-looking friend that she did not wanna fuck you. …Girls have two signals for their friends: ‘I’m gonna fuck him’ and ‘HELP.’"
The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own. (via madgastronomer)
I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.
BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST. (via eastberlin)
Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive. (via crystalzelda)
i feel like i’ve said this loads of times across dozens of different posts already but man, here goes: i honestly feel that john egbert is one of the few characters out there who sets the gold standard for male protags - posited as good guys - who are capable of being snarky and rude and honest to a fault and even mean at times WITHOUT undermining their intended lovability to both the audience and their in-canon friendgroup, because john is both genuinely adorable and made of the Good Stuff deep down when it comes core kindness and moral integrity and it shows in-text
I think we all need to acknowledge this for a second because Adam made a really good point about this the other day and I haven’t gotten around to bitching about it until now. Everyone has been going on for MONTHS about how ridiculous wrecking ball is. How Miley is nude and posed provocatively and singing a pop-y song. Now, Panic! At The Disco has released a music video of Brendon Urie basically naked, posed provocatively, singing a pop-y song. No one says a god damned thing. Everyone is all hot-and-bothered over Brendon, but pissed at Miley, calling her a slut. (don’t get me wrong, I loved the music video, too. However, I find Miley just as sexy.)
For those of you who don’t know, American Sign Language doesn’t have gendered pronouns. You point for everyone. Today, someone insisted that it was really transphobic of me to not fingerspell out “ze/zir/zimself” every time I mentioned them. Keep in mind they don’t sign at all, they just wanted to change and police MY language. Tell me again how this isn’t just a ploy to be the most special?
How to wear a knife strapped to your thigh with a garter like a fucking lady while managing not to slice yourself open because you were fool enough to carry an unsheathed weapon next to a squishy part of your body that moves when you walk.
Get a garter from somewhere; this one is a sock garter from Sock Dreams, which means it’s made to stay the fuck up there.
Get a fucking sheath for those sharp, pointy things and put them in the sheath. There’ll be a velcro loop at the top so that they won’t slide out if you hold the sheath upside down.
Put the garter through the loop at the top meant for whatever you’re using to attach it to yourself. Attach it to yourself, adjusting for ease of grabbing. You don’t want to put it on your inner thigh because that is awkward as hell to get out. The only way you’d be able to get it out in a timely manner is if you attached the sheath upside down, at which point you’d need two garters to keep the sheath from tilting inward toward your other thigh.
Oh no, now the sheath is hanging loosely and is going to make a weird pattern against your clothing. Tuck that shit into your stockings if you’re wearing them, or use another garter if you’re not.
Pull your pencil skirt back down over the knife sheath. Adjust accordingly due to tightness of skirt and shape of sheath. Make sure you can get at it as quick as you want.
People look at you really strangely if this is the knife you pull out when you want to cut your apple up.
Vital Information for your Everyday Life.
Reblogging this so I remember to show it to my wife.
Your name is ELSALA ARENDE - though you prefer to go by ELSA - and you have a DANGEROUS SECRET.
Despite your blood making you HEIRESS TO THE EMPIRE, you harbor a MUTATION that you must hide - in addition to the minor one which affects your hair’s pigmentation. Typically, highbloods are stronger and more durable at the expense of a lack of the powers lowbloods possess; however, you are WEAK AND FRAIL AS A LOWBLOOD and possess a power of your own: THE POWER TO CONTROL ICE AND COLD.
Perhaps your mutation might not be so bad were it not THE CAUSE FOR YOUR EVERYDAY FEAR AND PARANOIA. After all, as heiress to the EMPRESS’S THRONE, she could come to challenge you any day - and you know that you would not stand a chance against her. When you were younger, you had your LUSUS to protect you; but your lusus has been dead for a while now, so there is NOTHING LEFT TO ENSURE YOUR SAFETY.
Not even your MOIRAIL is aware of your powers - and you are fortunate that she is not. Two sweeps ago, you LOST CONTROL of them and hurt her, killing her lusus in the process, but she did not remember any of what had happened upon waking up, and you are content to leave things that way.
Your CRIPPLING FEAR of your powers becoming known has caused you to lead an altogether boring life in order to CONCEAL THEM, locking yourself away in your room and trying to teach yourself NOT TO FEEL. Thankfully, you have your HUSKTOP and can still maintain contact with the outside world so long as you DON’T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BETTER OF YOU. (You’ve ruined a husktop or two that way before.)
IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING BUT THIS HAPPENED AND YE
