Plaisir de Vous Rencontrer @ Isabella||Closed RP

Berlin was beautiful in the Fall. Unfortunately, it was also quite chilly. Hans never minded the cool air, in fact he preferred it. Being born in Vienna near the Alps had its perks, and resilience to the cold came in particular use in Europe. Hans pulled on his long trench coat over his uniform, and placed his Standartenführer’s cap over his head at an angle that was particularly attractive on his head. He wiped his fingers over his eyebrows to straighten them before leaving his home to head to the RSHA Building.

The RSHA was the official SS security headquarters in Berlin, and Hans spent a good deal of his time there. He walked down the street and watched all the different kinds of people who walked by. The detective was no mind reader, but he could read people as if they were open pages of a children’s book. They were all so simple, so plain. It was almost boring walking by people who were so predictable. 

Passing by one of the coffee houses that he enjoyed, he decided to stop to grab an espresso for his way to his office. He opened it and was greeted by a few soldiers sitting at a small table by the door. Hans acknowledged them with a nod of the head, and sat at a table beside them, though it was clear he intended to mind his own business. A waitress came by and took his order of espresso, and Hans took to glancing around at the people around. Again, all so predictable. The soldiers were, as it seemed, childish but excited. They were filled with a pride for their country they did not understand. 

But at a table beside him, he saw a young, beautiful woman reading the latest of the Berliner Zeitung. He took off his cap and set it down on the table, watching as the waitress approached the woman. The woman spoke fluently in German, but her French accent was blatant.

Dear Diary

Today was another good day of smashing Patriarchy by doing absolutely nothing but typing in capslock on tumblr.

I happened to be passing by when Logicd and Sjebooks snapped a shot of rape culture. Thank goddess they were there. Unfortunately, The Patriarchy can never let one live a whole day without oppression.

Before I knew it oppresorr was using his male privilege to post beautiful pictures of the world. While a normal person would see he was just posting things he was interested in, my powers of feminism showed me the true message behind his passive aggressive posts: “I have power+privilege and I will misogyny you in all of these locations.” I almost broke down in fear.

Every time I post I see these…hearts in the safespace I’ve created telling me…catcalling me. Informing me that someone LIKES me. As if I need their approval. I am a strong empowered womyn that don’t need no man and thisisavision will NOT seduce me into his oppression.

Chrono-dreamer and Hailthekings continue to harass me in the way that every tumblr user fears:REBLOGS. The most vile form of harassment after telling someone they are sexy. Luckily I found a comrade, Chubbyoutlet who was as insulted by being called attractive as well. We enjoyed our rants to fight the patriarchy.

As my day of fighting for equality came to a close, I saw the most insulting thing ever. An entitled MAN suggesting that men should delete womyn they find are not good friends. The misogyny never ends. He then proceeded to corner me in my askbox and threaten me, asking me if I was serious. I had never been so afraid in my life. If only I had a pancake to keep me warm and safe like Pizza had suggested. This is surely the way Modernpatriarch and Fuckingradfems intended for me to die.

Luckily I remembered I had the power to fight back with the power to blog. Lastdaysofleviathan is surely quaking in his privileged boots now. And here I am. I am sure It’s still a long way until womyn have equal rights, even though technically, we do have all the same rights if not more, but I have hammers. I will smash the patriarchy one day.

Thanks for listening diary. I’ll write again, unless you become some internalized misogyny dick-worshipping hand maiden of evil for the mras. Then I will burn you and get a tablet instead.

                                                                     Love without oppression,

                                                                                         FeministTactics

                                                            P.S. I checked my privilege today.                                                     I had -999,999,999. I am sure the most                                                  oppressed person on Tumblr. (◡‿◡✿)

10 facts about me as requested by a follower :)

1) Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked is my favourite ice cream.

2) I have this strange paranoia of toilets, but seeing as using the bathroom is a human necessity, there’s nothing I can do.

3) I’ve almost died 11 times.

4) I can’t tell people except for my brother that I love them or else I get incredibly flustered.

5) I can speak 4 languages.

6) I have a proportional body, which I find somewhat strange. Like it’s not perfect but it’s pretty proportional.

7) I can’t sit still.

8) I can’t pay attention to anything.

9) I daydream all the time; in fact, I’m almost never in the present, I’m always daydreaming about something.

10) I listen to music literally all day long, and I always fall asleep listening to it.

up-on-violet-hill said:

Word about the Muse. Emotional.

Give us a word or statement and Mun and Muse will discuss (or argue) about it.

Why is it that you women are all so emotional?” 

((What? Hey, don’t be stereotyping. I’m actually very reserved.))

"Hmph. I don’t suppose crying at movies and your little video games don’t count then, hm?” 

((Okay look… that’s different.))

"You sob like a child watching movies." 

((You know, let’s talk about you. You don’t show enough emotion. Couldn’t be because your shitty childhood, huh?))

"Let’s not talk about that…"

((I KNOW THINGS, HANS!))

"RUDE!"  

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