digital artists get so much shit for being cheaters or whatever from ppl who dont know anything abt digital OR traditional art. like honestly that shit happens even at a rly high level and just. no
Clint Barton:
[mind controlled by Loki to kill fellow SHIELD agents and help Loki wreck havoc death and destruction]
MCU stans:
its ok its not his fault!!
Bucky Barnes:
[brainwashed by HYDRA for decades to kill some of the most important influential figures who would be threats against HYDRA]
MCU stans:
its ok its not his fault!!
Jessica Jones:
[mind controlled by Killgrave, r*ped, influenced to kill an innocent woman]
MCU stans:
its ok its not her fault!!
Tony Stark:
[mindfucked by Wanda who triggers all of his mental illnesses ie anxiety, PTSD, and the absolute one thing tony fears the most ie all of his loved ones dying and the Earth defenseless against an insurmountable invasion into overdrive to make the worst decisions possible that he otherwise would not have taken if he were in a calm state of mind]
MCU stans:
........heres an essay on why tony stark is 100% responsible for ultron and all the deaths that result from it and reasons why tony deserves to Pay For His Crimes he's just a villain anyways anyone who says otherwise are stupid, oh and here, a single sentence about how this wendy chick is also responsible but more importantly tony stark the Villain, no better than HYDRA
Bruce Banner:
[mindfucked by wanda to become a mindless rage monster Hulk to cause as much destruction as possible in the most populated area nearby]
MCU Stans:
......aaaaand heres another essay on tony stark the villain, Back At It Again, Fighting the Hulk in a densely populated area instead of calming him down causing collateral damage and injuries, He is so reckless and irresponsible he doesnt give a shit about other ppls lives (despite the fact that tony DID try to calm him down but Hulk was under wandas spell & joss wheat thin established that nat was the only one who could do the stupid hulk lullaby anyways so tony was left trying to stop the HULK BY HIS FUCKING SELF AND SAVED LIVES WHILE BEING PUMMELED MERCILESSLY BY THE HULK WHO WAS DETERMINED TO NOT FOLLOW TONY NICELY OUT INTO A FUCKING DESERT SO TONY DELIBERATELY CHOSE THE NEXT BEST OPTION OF AN INCOMPLETE BUILDING WITH NO PEOPLE TO PUMMEL THE SENSE INTO HIS SCIENCE BRO AND THEN STRAIGHT UP PAID FOR ALL THE DAMAGES DONE IN SAID FIGHT OUT OF HIS OWN POCKET, A FIGHT DELIBERATELY STARTED BY WANDA)
A couple months ago, I was on a 7 hour bus ride when I was seated by a woman from hell. When I boarded the bus, I was told that it wasn’t fully booked so I assumed it would be alright if I left my backpack and personal items on the seat beside me so no one would sit with me. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I am someone who gets extremely motion sick (no amount of meds or other remedies seems to help) and since this bus ride was going through the mountains I thought I’d save someone the trouble of sitting next to a puking, feverish girl.
Anyways, I rode like this for about an hour and half the bus was empty so I thought it didn’t matter. Then, out of nowhere, a woman across from me starts looking back and me, sending me death glares over and over. At this point, we are slowly moving into the foothills of the mountains so I ignore her, trying to focus on relaxing and not letting the nausea overwhelm me.
After about 20 minutes she comes over and says “Excuse me I’m going to sit here”, pointing at the seat next to me. I give her a look of frustration but being the non-confrontational person I am, I moved my stuff off the seat and allowed her to sit there despite 30 empty seats around us. Intentionally, I scatter my stuff on the floor just enough so her feet don’t have quite as much room as they should, hoping this would persuade her to leave.
Nope. She begins kicking my things, hard. I ask her, very politely, not to kick my things. She looks at me with moral outrage. “Little girl, you don’t own this fucking bus. Give me my fucking space, I am 60 years old. You little Indian bitches seem to think you own this fucking country.” So, the realization sets in that this woman is a racist bitch who intentionally sat with me to bitch me out.
I am really a Canadian citizen, born and raised here, however I am brown because my mother is a Filipina. Anyways, I tell her there is no need to be so hostile and as she begins to snort rude remarks back to me, I put on my headphones and blast the loudest Radiohead songs I can find, just to bug her. At this point, the anger boiling up inside of me and the nausea are beginning to get to me so I decide it is best to ignore her.
But she won’t let that happen. She begins elbowing me, hard. Then, kicking my leg. I finally give in and take of my headphones. She demands that I turn down my music. I demand that she leaves me alone. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I see her opening her water bottle and pouring it all over my backpack and personal belongings. I push it out of her hands at which point she begins SCREAMING obscenities at me, telling me I am abusing a poor elderly woman with back problems, that I’m taking up too much space, that I am part of the “Indian problem” that is destroying our respectable nation.
At this point, the anxiety and the mountainous bus ride is just too much to bear. As she screams at me, I realize I need to throw up and although I could interrupt her to quickly run to the bathroom, I instead decide it was okay if I just let it go in her lap. I am terribly sick so I end up vomiting almost an entire sandwich onto her. She stops for a moment out of shock, and then begins to hit me as hard as she fucking can. I am a tiny little half Asian girl who weighs less than 95 lbs, and she’s huge. People around who have been hearing her bullshit finally, at this point, call for the bus driver who pulls the bus over in the town we are passing through.
The woman demands I be removed from the bus for elderly abuse. The other passengers back me up and defend me after witnessing the insanity. The police are called and the woman is escorted off the bus, literally kicking and screaming about how Indians should be banned from public transit. Last I see of her, she is being held by police on the side of the road, covered in vomit.. As much as I believe you shouldn’t vomit on people on purpose, I must admit that my motion sickness has never felt so good before.. Also, I ended up getting a coupon for a free ticket with the bus company as an apology for what happened, which was only an added bonus.
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.
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Had a guy who wouldn’t get off me at a bar and I made eye contact with a classmate I only knew in passing and in a fraction of a second she was hollering “MEG! I haven’t seen you in FOREVER!” And she literally shoved herself between the man and I and dragged me away. We’re now good friends, and I appreciate what she did.
finding out that my fists can be injured when punching things was a very jarring moment in my life. how can these weapons of destruction be destroyed themselves in their use? how can these hands… catch themselves…
As of Thursday morning, at least 834 people had been shot and killed by American police officers so far this year.
Six-year-old Jeremy David Mardis is the youngest among them.
The autistic first-grader was sitting in the front passenger seat of a car being driven by his father, Chris Few, in Marksville, La., when city marshals “allegedly” attempted to serve the man a warrant about 9:30 p.m. Tuesday night. But when checked with the County Clerks office, no warrant could be found in the database.
Police claim Few fled, eventually turning down a dead-end street. And that Few then attempted to back his vehicle out, striking officers’ cruisers, prompting an exchange of gunfire between the officers and driver that left him hospitalized and his son dead.
However, An official briefed on the shooting said that Few was unarmed when two officers opened fire, shooting between 13 and 18 bullets combined. Five of the officers’ bullets pierced Jeremy’s body, Mayeux said, with the two fatal shots hitting him in the head and chest. That official said it is unclear if the shooting was captured on camera.
After the officers names were released, It didn’t take long for local press to uncover extensive rap sheets for both officers:
Derrick Stafford, the officer indicted for rape, also has five pending civil suits against him for various complaints of excessive force, including breaking the arm of a 14-year-old girl on a school bus as well as assaulting and pepper-spraying a 15-year-old boy at a Fourth of July celebration.
Norris Greenhouse Jr., the other officer implicated in the murder of 6-year-old Jeremy Mardis, is named in several of the same suits for acting in tandem with Stafford.
Louisiana State Police announced on Wednesday that they had launched an investigation into the incident at the request of the Marksville Police Department.
