good morning everyone!!! Guess what day it is

Today is a Jewish holiday! 

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

WHO BROUGHT THIS BACK IN JUNE

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!

It’s really not

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

IT IS JUNE

ITS HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN!!!!

ITS TIME

IT’S TIME!!!

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My tablet’s still busted, but I wanted to do somethin cute for Halloween

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in the year 2018, I can not believe

People in their 20s through 40s: I still have nightmares about school sometimes.

School System: This is normal. I see no problem here.

Two years. After graduation I would wake up with a panic attack if I heard loud vehicles like garbage trucks outside my window because I thought I overslept and missed the bus.

My younger sister enters high school and one time my mom asked my sister if she had her homework done. And I thought my mom was talking to me and I blurted out "HOLY SHIT I FORGOT." I was shaking for a good 20 minutes from the adrenaline. I hadn't had homework in three years.

Several years out of high school I get anxious going to the bathroom at my job thinking my manager or supervisor is going to stop me and give me shit for slacking off or not asking permission. I hold it for hours on end. I drink less water.

Four years after graduation I show up to work with a 104 degree fever. I'm pulling a pallet and pass out from exasution. It doesn't last long and I'm still okay.

To this day I hear people giggling and assume they're laughing at me. I assume everyone is going to treat me like a highschooler would. Or worse a teacher. When I'm pulled into an office I assume I'm getting into trouble. I'm terrified of people asssuming I'm stupid or lazy or a flake.

I graduated in 2014.

Now lets step back and think about how all of this serves the interests of capital. Our formative years are spent making us deathly terrified of lateness, and fulfilling basic human needs at the expense of productivity. It makes us cowardly and submissive in the face of authority. It drives us into work sick and gives a psyche that always pesters us with "why aren't you doing more"?

Schools are like THAT for a reason

so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.

This reminds me of something I observed in college while I was doing my honors thesis on women in modern horror films. I watched a LOT of horror during that time as part of my research, and sometimes that was done with my family around.

And my dad and brothers? Were deeply disturbed by the movie Jennifer’s Body. I was flabbergasted. It’s not scary! It’s not even that gory. But they were horrified by it. These men who grew up on 70s slashers were legitimately shook by 90 minutes of Megan Fox eating a few teenage boys, mostly off-screen.

Similarly, my all-male reading panel for my thesis? Were so disturbed by my synopsis of the film Teeth that they couldn’t even talk about it. One of them said he couldn’t look at his wife for a week after reading it.

Again, grown-ass men who study and teach media for a living. Who definitely watch and enjoy horror movies. One of whom was a huge Tarantino buff. We watched and read worse in his intro to mass media class! But one movie about a girl whose vag could bite was enough to haunt him.

Then of course you have things like the Gone Girl backlash–men yelling that Amy Dunne is evil and women clamoring to assure everyone that they know she is not someone to emulate–the backlash against Carol Danvers, and, more recently, the griping from MRAs against the upcoming film Hustlers, which is about strippers scamming their Wall Street clients.

My conclusion? Most men–at least most straight, cisgender men, who are both my sample population and most of the ones whining that Carol is a “villain”–are perfectly fine with, and desensitized to, media where men do violence to women (horror movies), or men do violence to men (horror and action movies). They’re even sort of fine when women do violence to women (“ooooo cat fight!”).

But they get intensely uncomfortable when women are depicted doing any kind of violence to men, especially in films that tilt the balance of power to the other side of the m/f gender binary beyond a single moment or scene.

So woman as flesh-eating monster with men as her preferred cuisine? Woman who responds to unwanted sexual contact by biting it off? Woman who frames her cheating husband for murder? Woman whose response to harassment–behavior that many of the loudest whiners know is both creepy and reflective of their own thoughts/actions–is to break something?

Too scary. Unacceptable. Disturbing. These men hate being presented with the idea, even in fiction, that their position of power is socially constructed, that it could easily be flipped the other way. It terrifies them.

In feeling that terror, they experience a tiny modicum of what living, existing, moving, being perceived as a woman in the world is like.

And they flinch every time.

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Huck

Time to Relax

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summery: Shore leave has started and you want to give your boyfriend a nice relaxing evening! requested by @littlecrazyfangirl-98

Word Count: 730

A/N: So this is just a short thing I wrote quickly, very self indulgent and honestly a little out of my comfort zone. I tend to write a lot more dialog but I am pretty proud of this! Feedback is very welcomed!

You were let out on shore leave a few hours before Leonard, which he grumbled about but you were planning a much needed nap. As soon as you entered the hotel room, you sighed happily, you needed this break more than you’d like to admit. As soon as you set down your bag you plopped onto the soft bed. You didn’t exactly mean to fall asleep right then but you found yourself waking up an hour and a half later. 

Stretching you decided to put your stuff away before Leonard got to the room, which wouldn’t be too long now, hopefully. Once all your clothes were neatly placed in the dresser, you headed to the bathroom. You almost squealed when you stepped into the bathroom. There was an overly large bathtub which was just calling your name. You then got a message from Len, ‘Looks like I will be stuck here for a little while longer, no one can do anything right.’ You could feel the annoyance through the message. 

Leonard was always stressed, he overworked himself but he would never change. Looking at the tub, you came up with a great plan. ‘Sorry babe, you’ll be here before you know it and we can just relax. Let me know when you’re on your way.’ You sent him a quick response before heading out of the bathroom to call down to the hotel lobby. They were super helpful and sent you up some candles, and everything you needed for a bubble bath. You spend the next bit setting up the bathroom, you dimmed the lights, placed the candles nicely and lit them You had a speaker with soft music you know relaxed Leonard playing. 

You then just waiting for a message telling you he was on his way. You stripped of your clothes opting to wait in a plush robe provided by the hotel. It wasn’t too much longer before you received a comm from Len telling you he was on his way. You went into the bathroom and started to draw the bath, adding a generous amount of bubbles. You smiled at the view in front of you when you heard the door open. Heavy footsteps make their way through the room. 

“In here.” You call out from the bathroom. 

“What do you have here?” Leonard smiled taking in the scene you have created. 

“Thought you and I could use a relaxing bath.” You said with a smile, reaching out lightly pulling him into the bathroom, closing the door. 

“A wonderful idea.” Leonard smiled at you, you could see how tired he looked. 

“I know,” You chuckled, before helping him out of his clothes. It wasn’t often that Leonard would let you coddle him. You smiled kissing his cheek, then shoulder softly before pulling back, and discarding the robe. 

You sink into the tub, sighing at the warmth of the water. “Come on now, the water won’t stay warm forever.” You chuckle at Leonard, but he does, carefully sitting down between your legs. You can feel him relax into you, his back pressed into your chest. You comfortably wrap your legs around him, your arms wrapping around his torso as well. 

“This is heavenly, darlin’” Leonard says his voice heavy. 

“I have to agree,” You pull your hands from his sides, running them through his hair, starting to give his scalp a massage. He lets out a content sigh, leaning into your touch. You continue the massage, moving down to his shoulders. 

The two of you stay like that until the water starts to turn cold. Leonard stands up first grabbing a towel you laid out, he wraps it around you when you step out. You hum as he takes his time to dry you off. You then put your robe back on and hand the other one to Len. You can’t help but chuckle at the look he gives you. 

“Len, this is literally the softest thing ever, it is like wearing a cloud!” You try to convince him. 

“If you say so.” Leonard rolls his eyes but takes the robe and puts it on. 

“Movie night?” You ask him as you head out of the bathroom.

“Sounds perfect” Leonard smiles. You two curl up on the comfortable bed together before deciding on a movie and spending the rest of your evening like that, relaxing in each other’s arms.

Tag List: @weresilver-in-space @startrekkingaroundasgard @wokeupinawalnut @thatfanficstuff @littlecrazyfangirl-98 @bunnygeneral @schatzi-89

This was adorable!

Vaako Redo Chapter 5- New Dame Vaako

Taglist: @cuddlememerrick @schatzi-89

Your plan was quite simple but extremely effective. You would wait in the balcony with Siberius. You had to be the one who made the kill, and it had to be witnessed by a Necromonger to be official. You would shoot her from where you stood and make a run for the stables. Riddick would be waiting with the horses and Draven, all ready to go. From there, you would escape to the city and make your way to the armada. Simple.

You dipped the tip of an arrow in a neurotoxin that had been weaponized. This refined neurotoxin was specifically designed to take effect, if directly introduced in the bloodstream, within minutes. Pair that with a handy arrow and you have a foolproof plan.

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I love this series! I feel like I need to watch Riddick again

Vaako Redo Chapter 4- Betrayals: Real or Otherwise

“What do you mean you can’t execute her? We were not married by your law, yet now you tell me she is protected by it?” Never had he hated his father more than he did right then.

“I’m sorry, but my hands are tied.” He wiped his hands to signal that that was the end of the discussion.

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That conniving bastard....

Vaako Redo Chapter 3- Escapist Mentality and Lessons in Defense

You must have fallen asleep in the hayloft because you woke to the sounds of horses carrying on. You crept to the edge so you could see without being seen; you saw Siberius inspecting the horses. When he got to his old horse, he stopped. His face was unreadable, but his horse had never looked so happy.

You saw the shovel as it fell, crashing to the ground below. The horses and Siberius looked up. Not seeing the source of the sound, he stopped looking, writing it off as someone not doing their job. You felt it a mere fraction of a second before it happened and there was no stopping it. You sneezed. It wasn’t monstrously loud, but there was no missing it. He zeroed in on you and there was no retreating or hiding. How pathetic, you had slept in the barn, you most likely looked like a disaster, and you had been caught.

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Vaako Redo Chapter 2- Memories of Old

You had a head start on him; there was no denying that you could be anywhere in the palace by then, but his feet carried him through corridors he had no known memory of as if it had been just yesterday that he had roamed them by your side. He paused outside what looked like a banquet hall, but the tables had been pushed aside. He could hear music playing and felt a weight in his arms and a feather’s touch on his shoulder. He saw the ghosts of two figures twirling and gliding through the room.

He continued on and found himself outside of a bedchamber. Echos of two bickering over water and wrestling came from behind the closed door. He scarcely recognized the voice as his own. Slightly further down the hall, another set of closed doors offered the sounds of harsh whispers. Again the voice was his own, but this time he heard the other voice, it was yours.

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Just rip my heart out why don't you! I don't need it! 😂

Vaako Redo- Masterlist

Summary: A twist of fate brings Siberius Vaako back to his forgotten homeworld and the love he forgot he had. What started as an execution mission turns into a fight of who he was and who he is.

Taglist: @cuddlememerrick @schatzi-89 @weresilver-in-space

A/N: This redo series was Beta’d by @weresilver-in-space!!!

Chapter 1- Anger, Rage, Fury

Chapter-2-memories-of-old

Chapter 3- Escapist Mentality and Lessons in Defense

Chapter 4- Betrayals: Real or Otherwise

Chapter 5- New Dame Vaako

I've only read the first one so far and I'm hooked!!!

Vaako Redo Chapter 1- Anger, Rage, Fury

“The Necromonger Fleet is inbound Ma’am.” They had lied.

“Man all stations, but hold fire until I give the signal.” Years of hoping they would come back washed away in an instant. The only feelings you still held close was the overwhelming need for revenge. You had long since stopped believing that Siberius was still alive. He was dead; even if he wasn’t actually dead.

You were angry. After everything they had taken from your world the first time they had come, they made one little promise, not to return, and here they were. If the army was anything like it had been, you would have already launched an attack. But since the attack, no one wanted to be in the military. Too many had needlessly died.

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And now I'm dead! Dammit!

Don’t agree with me, Spock, it makes me very uncomfortable.

Students: hey can we park in the parking lots on this campus we already pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to live on? Universities:

Ladies and gentlemen, please turn your attention to the track.