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clois + supercat parallels: falling elevator rescue

Just a little jealous.

Since I missed writing good old Dean smut, I started this oneshot and then I got carried away a bit and it got longer than my usual work, but I think it is worth reading because there´s some semi-serious plot to this and also I love jealous!Dean.

Summary: After reading the supernatural books and finding out with just how many woman your boyfriend Dean has been before you, you decide to make him jealous in a bar. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Length: 2100 ish 

Warnings: jealous!Dean, jealous!reader, angry sex, kind of public sex, rough sex i guess, language 

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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When you put aside the last edition of the supernatural books, you didn´t know what to think.
You course you already knew most of the stories that had happened before you´d met the Winchesters, but what you didn´t know, was that your boyfriend, Dean, had slept with basically every woman on the planet.
Some kind of weird irritation settled down in your stomach and you knew that it was jealousy.
Even though you knew it was probably not justified because it all happened before you even knew Dean, it was there, suddenly consuming you with an unwelcome intensity.


When you sat down at the kitchen counter for dinner, your immediate anger had faded a little but you were still in a pretty bad mood.
Sam sat down beside you, obviously not aware of your state of mind, and smiled: “Hey (Y/N), do you wanna go out with us later? We´re heading to the local bar.”
Usually you would have shrugged and agreed, but today you frowned: “So that I can see a thousand skanks flirting with Dean while you beat me in pool? No, thank you.”
A surprised look spread over Sam´s face: “Alright then, I guess.”
He seemed like he was about to ask something but then Dean entered the room: “I´ve got some veggie crap for Sammy, french fries and chicken nuggets for (Y/N) and for myself a chilly cheeseburger with fries.
And thanks to the awfully nice waitress, I´ve got ketchup for all of us for free.”
You looked down at your food, the anger welling up in you again: “So did you sleep with her too?”, you asked bitterly and knew that it was probably childish but you didn´t care.
Another look at Sam and Dean´s confused faces and your appetite was gone: “I´m not hungry”, you said and quickly hurried out of the room.

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Multiple people asked for it, so here it is! Soulren Marks part 2!

3 months later—-

I strolled down the street, a wide grin spread across my face. I was going to meet with my four new favorite people, to discuss ‘Soulren Marks’ and who they may be.

I still found their clueless thoughts quite amusing, seeing as they all were extremely intelligent. I was going to wait for the perfect moment to tell them who I am. But, I was scared honestly. Women weren’t exactly expected to be writers. They want us to all be submissive wife’s who clean their house and bear their children.

I intend on being successful, which is why I haven’t let any man court me yet. I need to make my path clear as Soulren Marks. I am just grateful that one of my best friends’s husband is the owner of the largest newspaper in New York. He respects me and publishes my writings under my pen name. 

I saw the boys sitting outside of the tea shop soon enough, and I waved softly.

Alexander waved me over swiftly, holding up one of my newest articles. The rest of the boys just watched me, warm smiles on their faces.

I took a step forward, only to feel a strong hand catch around my wrist. I turned my head slightly to see a member of the English army, red coat and all, clasping my wrist. I stood up straight, making my body seem as large as possible, even though this man was maybe five inches taller than me.

The four boys I had grown close too stiffened, and Lafayette rose to his feet slowly.

“Um, can I help you sir?”

“You can help me by coming to spend some time with me.”

“I’m afraid that is not necessary sir. Could you please leave me alone?”

“I see no ring on your finger. And to not be married at your age, I presume early 20′s, you must be a prostitute.”

This man did not just call me a prostitute. He may be a member of that damned king’s army, but he must at least have some morals.

“Let go of my arm right now you Lobster Back.” I sneered, keeping my face forward. Suddenly, the British soldier had my face in one of his hands, and turned my head sharply to look at him.

“You are a woman. You have no right to speak to me that way.”

“I have all the rights in heaven and hell to speak to you that way you bastard.” I snarled back, yanking my head away from his grasp.

A hand connected with my face, the impact throwing me onto the ground. My satchel flew to my right, and my soft grey dress fanned out underneath me.

In an instant, Alexander, Hercules, John, and Lafayette were at my side. John and Lafayette helped me to my feet, while Alexander and Hercules screamed in the soldiers face. 

All eyes were on us, as we were in the middle of the street, starting this argument. I stood in between John and Lafayette, rubbing my cheek and watching as Alexander backed the soldier into a wall.

They yelled back and forth, until one sentence caught me off guard.

“So she is a prostitute! That is the only way she can have so many men rush to her aid! Stupid whore!”

That was it. I had enough.

“If you knew who I truly was, you would be trembling in your boots along with the rest of your ignorant battalion!” I shouted, stepping forward. 

I was enraged by what this man was saying. He was a disrespect to any soldier of any army, and was just a scum of mankind.

“Stop speaking like Soulren Marks you whore! You’re stupid revolutionary writer is not going to back some prostitute!” He yelled back, rising to his feet and pushing Alexander to the ground. 

“What if I told you I was Soulren Marks! Would you believe me, or call me a stupid woman like you have been for the past few minutes?” I shouted, catching the attention of everyone on the street with the name of my writer persona.

“Y-You’re Soulren Marks?” A man asked, taking a step towards the commotion. 

I nodded, my eyes connecting with the mans. I watched his eyes dilate, realization striking through him. He stormed forward, grabbing the soldier by the collar.

“How dare you disrespect Soulren Marks!” He shouted, causing the street to erupt into a roar. People stormed out of the shops, getting closer.

“How can you believe this woman? Women don’t write! Women are inferior!”

“Lies! (Y/N) is an honestly girl. The entirety of New York knows this! We believe her!” A lawyer who operated down the street from my house shouted, throwing a smile my way.

The four of my friends pulled me away from the commotion, allowing the townspeople to handle the soldier.

“Is it true Mon Ami? Are you really Soulren Marks?” Lafayette asked, staring down at me.

I nodded softly, looking up to meet for pairs of excited eyes. Alexander suddenly pulled me into a hug, babbling about how he adored my writing.

John pulled me away from Alexander’s grasp, taking one of my hands in his own.

“I’m-We’re sorry for not stepping in sooner (Y/N). I mean, we know you can handle yourself, but that was a British soldier. What if more showed up? It was Hercules who finally decided when it was time to step in.” John said, looking down.

I squeezed his hand softly, smiling up at him.

“You boys couldn’t have come at a better time. Thank you all so much.” I beamed, leaning up to kiss each boys cheek. They obviously enjoyed it, cause a blush dusted each of their faces soon afterwards

“So, should we go sit down? You have a lot to explain (Y/N).” Hercules said, holding out his arm. I took it gingerly, allowing him to lead me over to a table.

———————-

Due to an incident that occurs a few days ago, my true identity has come to light. 

My name is not Soulren Marks, but is actually (Y/N) (L/N). 

Yes, I am a woman. 

No, that doesn’t mean you need to stop this strong uprising for the revolution. I will still be one of your catalysts. Woman or man, Soulren Marks is a collective mind, not just one of my own. Marks’s name is tied to each and every man and woman who understand how important this revolution is.

I will continue to write my articles long into the revolution, and I strongly encourage men to sign up for the Continental Army. Our nation needs the largest and strongest army as possible to win this war.

Keeps your heads high, and your hearts strong dearests, for the revolution has begun, and may we show England what consequences it has to disrupt our lives. 

“Carol is a cold-hearted bitch!” aka Are You Watching With Your Eyes Closed?!

It’s a sad fact that it’s somehow become a sport to trash Carol, mostly for the simple reason that she’s…well, Carol. A lot of people - when being called out on their constant bashing - try to explain their hatred towards this character by claiming she turned into someone who’s cold, hard and doesn’t give a shit.  
But sorry folks, if that’s how you perceive her behaviour then we are clearly not watching the same show, and the Pete confrontation in 5x14 is the best (latest) example for that.


The first shot alone, when she’s knocking on their door, shows how much Carol doesn’t want to be there:

What some need to remember (because they apparently just love to ignore/forget) is that Carol has been a victim of physical and psychological abuse and violence for years. It might seem at times that this part of her life doesn’t have any control over her anymore, but abuse results in psychological damage that is both severe and long-term, and includes symptoms of PTSD such as panic, anxiety and negative self-perception. There’s no way to just ‘get over it’; especially not in the freaking zombie apocalypse, where the luxury of time to heal simply doesn’t exist and you’re also facing and doing horrible things on a daily basis to add to the damage already done.

So yes, Carol is definitely still affected by what was done to her by Ed, but she is not ignoring the Pete/Jessie/Sam situation; instead she faces her own past, her own personal demons, by talking to the guy who might be practicing the same kind of systematic oppression as her own husband, and it’s a huge deal! Victims of domestic abuse and violence try to avoid triggers they associate with it, so it’s disgustingly ignorant to think it was easy for Carol to knock on that door.

She is confronting herself with a situation she couldn’t escape for so long and how this makes her feel is also made clear in how this scene is shot:

Carol’s perspective has us looking up at Pete, he’s towering over her, to emphasize how small, how inferior she feels in that moment and how much power and dominance she attributes to him.

Switching to Pete’s pov, Carol almost looks…cornered. She is so out of her ‘comfort zone’, she must feel terribly trapped having to deal with what might be going on between Pete and his family and by putting herself right in the middle of it.

Carol might have been able to keep up her facade of cheery and undisturbed housewife so far, but in this moment, where she’s faced with the possibility of Ed 2.0, even she can no longer pretend. It’s too much.


So no, Carol is not cold or hard, and she most definitely does give a shit (a lot of shits actually). So much so that she feels like she has to do something about what Sam hinted at, even though it means exposing herself to triggering circumstances she didn’t want to be confronted with ever again.
No matter how the abuse storyline turns out, what Carol did there was fucking brave.

For all my Muslim sisters who are “reclaiming the bindi”

I was curious as to the cultural implications of the bindi/ tika since so many Desi Muslims have become offended at white women (and only white women) who appropriate the bindi/ tika and are seeking to “reclaim” it. So I searched through different fataawa from scholars in the Indian subcontinent and found some interesting opinions.

Zakir Naik answers some questions from Hindu’s:

BINDI AND MANGALSUTRA

Why do the Muslim married women not put  bindi or tika on the forehead and wear Mangalsutra, like Hindu married women?

Bindi or tika
 
Bindi is derived from  the sanskrit word bindu, which means a ‘dot’. It is usually a red  dot made with vermilion powder and is worn by the Hindu women between their  eyebrows on their forehead.

Bindi is considered a  symbol of ‘Parvati’ and signifies female energy which is believed by Hindus  to protect women and their husbands. It is traditionally a symbol of marriage  and is worn by the Hindu married women. It is also called as tika.

Bindi has become a fashion
 
Nowadays, wearing bindi has  become a fashion and is even worn by unmarried girls and women. The shape of  the bindi is no longer restricted to a dot and is available  in various shapes, including oval, star, heart shaped, etc. It is even  available in different bright colours like blue, green, yellow, orange, etc.  The material of the bindi is no longer restricted to  vermilion powder, but is made of coloured felt and other material. It is also  available in a variety of designs in combination with coloured glass,  glitter, etc.

Mangalsutra
 Mangalsutra means a thread of good-will. It is a necklace worn specially by  Hindu married women as a symbol of their marriage. It consists of two strings  of black beads with a pendant usually of gold. The black beads are believed  to act as a protection against evil. It is believed to protect the women’s  marriage and the life of her husband. In southern India, mangalsutra is  called tali, which is a small gold ornament string on a cotton cord or a gold  chain.

Hindu Married women are never supposed to remove their mangalsutra.  It is only cut off when a Hindu lady becomes a widow.

Allah Is the Protector
 Allah (swt), our Creator, is the best to protect human beings. We do not  require any red dot or black thread to protect us from evil. It is mentioned  in the Glorius Qur’an in Surah Anam Chapter 6 verse 14

“Say: Shall I take for my protector any other than Allah,  the Maker of the heavens and the earth?”
                                    [Al-Qur’an 6:14]

It is mentioned in several places in the Glorius Qur’an  including
 Surah Ali Imran Chapter 3 Verse 150 and Surah Alhajj Chapter 22 Verse 78

“Allah is your Protector, and He is the best of  helpers.”

Wearing a bindi or mangalsutra signifies  a lack of faith in Almighty God, our Creator, who is the best to protect.

Against the Islamic Dress Code
 
Wearing a bindi or mangalsutra is  a sign of Hindu women. The Islamic dress code does not permit a Muslim to  wear any sign, symbol or mark which is specially significant of a non-Muslim.

In Islam, Both Married and Unmarried women should not be Teased
 Once, a Hindu friend of mine, while mentioning the benefits of mangalsutra said  that it easily identifies a married women, and thus prevents them from being  teased and molested. According to Islam, each and every woman, whether  married or unmarried, Muslim or Non-Muslim, should neither be teased nor  molested.

Faraz Rabbani issued this fatwa in response to a question:

I would like to know if it is permissible for women to wear a bindi/tikka or those little decorations on their head when getting married? I have seen many Muslim women wearing this however, I have been told by my older relatives (who are very cultural making it hard to believe them) that this is not allowed in Islam as it is imitating Hindu culture. However, Hindus only use it as it plays a significance in their religious traditions whereas the Muslim women I know who use it, only use it for the purpose of decoration and making themselves look beautiful but not to offend anyone or Islam.

Answer:

Walaikum assalam,

Given the religious connotations of such a practice, one is expected to avoid it.

As for other people, one should correct them in a positive, wise, and gentle manner that keeps in mind priorities and promotes the good rather than turning them away from the good and from the guidance of the Shariah.

See:

How to Command the Good and Forbid the Wrong

And Allah alone gives success.

Wassalam,

Faraz Rabbani.


Mufti Abu bakr Karolia answered a similar question

In the name of Allah the All-Knowing

1) The bindi also known as the ?holy dot" is seen in Hinduism as a symbol of Uma or Parvati, which are names of a Hindu deity who is a consort of Shiva (which is another idol of the Hindu faith). A bindi is believed by Hindus to protect women and their husbands through these idols. None of these Hindu notions have a place in Islamic doctrine.

Even though the bindi has now become a decorative item of jewellery in other continents such as Europe and America. For a Muslim Female, whether young or old to deliberately impersonate or resemble other religions is extremely sinful and Haram.

Rasulullah Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalam has said,
?Whosoever impersonates a nation will be from them (on the day of Reckoning)?.(Mishkaat)

A Muslim male or female does not adorn him or herself with symbols of idols and deities other than Allah.


Scholars of Deoband issued this fatwa:

Assalaamu ‘alaikum Is it permissible for a woman to wear a tika or mathaputi (forehead jewellery)? Do these have any religious connotations for hindus? JazakAllah khairan.

Answer

(Fatwa: 633/628=M)

Tika (forehead jewellery) is a Hindu custom. Muslim women should refrain from using it. The Hadth says: من تشبہ بقوم فھو منھم

Allah (Subhana Wa Ta’ala) knows Best

Darul Ifta,
Darul Uloom Deoband


I thought these were interesting and could help the Muslims out a lot. These are all Desi scholars so I’m sure they are well aware of the culture and as we all know culture does not come before deen.

@somebodylost-chan prompt was: Empress Sakura is now being pressed to produce an heir, but she only has eyes for her faithful guard, Itachi.

‘No problem!’ I say to myself as I write an unnecessarily complicated and needlessly long response  _(:| 」∠)_

Please enjoy! Also, I might cave and make a ff.net account and post this on there since it turned into a fully-developed one-shot.


A thunderous sound shook the Kingdom of Hidden Leaf. While most others would liken the noise to enemies attempting to batter down the entrance gates, these particular residents knew better.

“Is that-” one servant started.

“She’s supposed to be on the field, what is she doing back here?” another handmaiden hissed.

“She doesn’t seem too happy.”

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waratmind  asked:

Hi! I'm new in feminism and new in radical feminism. Lately I've seen many radfem blogs talking about/against liberal feminists, but, I've found no blogs dedicated to spread libfem ideals/thought. Why is that? What is libfem then? Thanks!

Okay! So this is a really good question, because I don’t often see it explained. Liberal feminism doesn’t usually have the qualifier “liberal” attached unless it’s being differentiated from radical feminism, because it’s basically what people are talking about when they say “mainstream feminism” or “popular feminism”. So the blogs that are “dedicated to spreading libfem ideals” aren’t calling themselves libfems - they’re just going to call themselves feminists. This is perfectly fine, but that’s the reason why you can’t find any “libfem” blogs.

So what is liberal feminism? The amazing shamelesslyunladylike defines it very well:  

The main difference [between liberal feminism and radical feminism] is that liberal feminism tries to work within the system to get women to achieve positions of power in it. Radical feminism wants to take the system down and rebuild it from scratch. 

Libfems try to find power within patriarchy (makeup is empowering! porn is empowering! gender is empowering and fun to play with! etc.) while radfems want to destroy the patriarchal system entirely (gender abolitionism is part of this idea). Liberal feminism is very individualistic - individual choices rule and criticizing what women “choose” to do (like wearing makeup for example) is tantamount to a personal attack against each and every woman who “chooses” to do that thing (while completely ignoring the effects of sex-based socialization and how some “choices” aren’t really within our control). Radical feminism is a lot more collectivist - our interests lie in women as an oppressed class, which is why having a definition of “woman” that isn’t reliant on circular reasoning is very important to us.

Honestly there is so much more to say, but I could never fit it all into one blog post!  So here is that complete post from shamelesslyunladylike that I quoted earlier, and here is a great article from Trouble & Strife (it’s more about gender, but the ‘old’ gender / ‘new’ gender chart explains another difference between radical feminism and liberal feminism). I hope I’ve helped you and I wish you luck as you journey into radical feminism! :) - mod rfp

FIC: Face to Face

Summary: Thor and Loki find themselves attending the same masked feast. Not at all by chance. 

A/N: Well, this fic is basically 10k of words of me trying to prove myself I can write smut. I cannot. Also something I have wanted to write for almost year and a half. As far as warnings go: emotional abuse, manipulation. You know: Loki, basically.

also on ao3.

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@sophiagribbs results using my #BBG program !! 😍😍☺️☺️ what an absolutely amazing result. I was scrolling through some of the community transformations earlier, and they’re so phenomenal it makes me emotional in a good way haha 😅😭 I still don’t understand how these amazing stories ever attract any negativity at all. BUT what is amazing, is that For each rude comment that says “she looked better before” or “she’s too skinny” etc there’s over 1,000 positive ones lifting each and every woman up.
I’m so proud of all my #bbgcommunity for really being the most positive group of women in the world. For pushing each other in 2015! This year has been so incredible for some of you ladies! Your stories and memories from this year are unforgettable!! Well done to ALL of you for wanting to be healthy, happy and strong 💪💪 Let’s keep that positivity going and give Sophia a nice comment below. 😍😘 www.kaylaitsines.com/app

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She said upon a time – the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart – that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined, – which, as I say, to vex her I will execute in the clothes that she so praised, – to the court I’ll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I’ll be merry in my revenge.
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Cloten, Cymbeline, III.v

This speech is from the early 1600s, but reflects the terribly misguided attitudes alive and well today. Cloten, an idiot and a villain, ends up sans head at the end of the play.

How Mike Woke Me Up

It’s difficult for me to recall life before Mike Brown. Life before #BlackLivesMatter became a reflex. Before the pot boiled over.

I remember Trayvon and the case against George Zimmerman shaking me out of deep slumber; I remember the burning anger that started deep in my core when Zimmerman walked free. I remember all of that but I think I was still dreaming a little, I still didn’t feel quite as invested. I was young and dominos were tipping; I started noticing when black men and women were killed but a short prayer for their families and a quick read of the article, and I went back to sleep.

Then Eric Garner happened right where I was. New York City, my home, became tense and the blue of NYPD became stained with blood as I learned the history I was never taught. I tossed, I turned, I fought against waking up because I didn’t want to find out what being awake would bring me. I was afraid.

And just after that, just when I was squeezing my eyes closed and willing myself to fall back to sleep, Mike Brown was killed. He was so young, like they often are. He was excited to have finished high school. He should’ve been starting college. It felt like ice water to the face and in a way, it was. It was the icy reality of racism, pain, and the deceit that allowed me to be comfortable enough to sleep. I remember how much I cried, how painful it was to accept this truth.

Mike Brown woke me up in time to take in the world for what it is. I’m not sleepy anymore but that doesn’t mean I’m not tired. When I see his name, when I see those hashtags, I mourn for those I’ve never met; I miss them. I wish I didn’t have to learn their names in this way. But I have to. And I will continue to. Because this isn’t over. And today, August 9th, 2015, on the first anniversary of Mike’s death, I say a special prayer of comfort, healing, and protection for his family and friends. A prayer for those on the front lines marching, and those of us doing what we can to educate people. I say a prayer for each and every black man, woman and child. May we be protected as we go through our every day lives.

Remember Mike. Remember Ferguson. Remember that no matter how they try to fight against us that Black Lives Matter.

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This Is What Zoe Saldana Taught Us at Alfre Woodard's Pre-Oscars Dinner

No exhaustive Google search is necessary to find tales of women being cruel to other women, in Hollywood or elsewhere.

But it’s the female in-fighting in Tinseltown — especially among actresses and other entertainers — that often reaches levels of infamy that only serve to pad the tabloids and provide entertainment for the masses (Hello, Bravo).

No backstabbing, rude remarks, catty comments or anything of the sort happened on Wednesday night at the Beverly Wilshire during Alfre Woodard’s annual pre-Oscars dinner — properly titled as the Oscar’s Sistahs Soiree — celebrating black women in entertainment. The event, in its sixth year, is all about support and sisterhood among Hollywood’s top actresses of color — like an exclusive sorority party, only much more hip and fashionable.

Woodard broke her own rule of not allowing anyone but thespians into the event (select journalists are invited only for a cocktail hour which precedes a stilettos-off dinner party where the entree is “real talk,“ says Rosario Dawson) by inviting the breakout director of Selma, Ava DuVernay, to the fete, sponsored this year by Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamond Lustre (sales of which benefit the Elizabeth Taylor AIDS Foundation) and Piper-Heidseick with transportation by Audi. The helmer and Gugu Mbatha-Raw, who also had a banner year with stunning turns in Belle and Beyond the Lights, were both singled out for their entertainment contributions in 2014.

So what does sisterhood feel like inside a posh Beverly Hills hotel? First of all, you can actually feel it — the energy in the Royal Suite on the eighth floor was like a warm hug from your favorite girlfriend. And you can hear it. DuVernay received a standing ovation when she approached a corner of the penthouse that contained Viola Davis, Dawson and others like Loretta Devine and Regina Taylor.

But also worth listening to are the words from the actresses themselves on why Woodard’s bash is so special and so important in a town not known for authentic embraces, especially during a time when the challenges of being a woman in Hollywood have been so thoroughly examined — not to mention the challenges of being a woman of color in this town.

Alfre Woodard: “I’ve been in this town 40 years. Nobody has ever said, ‘I think we need to have more black women and brown women this year on TV and in feature films.’ Nobody has said that. We are here because we are brilliant at what we do and we are persistent and we don’t go away. If you locked these women in a trunk at the bottom of the ocean, they would find a way to make their presence known. … To know that the women who do what you do and have the experience you have are lifting each other up. They’re behind you, they’re supporting you. By having this event, I want them to know when they have that swag going down the carpet that there is this sisterhood behind their step.”

Kerry Washington: “[This party] is about all of the things awards season is supposed to be about — celebrating excellence — but it also has a sense of immense sisterhood and sincerity and authenticity. You don’t always get that throughout the awards season — or even in life. This is a room full of nothing but love.”

Rosario Dawson: “I have been acting for 20 years and there are so few people you can share that experience with in a very real way that doesn’t sound insane or over the top, and these people all get it. This is an amazing night. None of us ever get to see each other or spend any time together, we’re always working separately. We’re all done up, this looks like a normal, chichi event with top actors and blah blah blah, but the second all of you guys leave, the shoes are off and everyone gets super-intimate and we have those real conversations, it’s real talk. It’s invaluable. Last year was my first time and I’ve looked forward to this night all year. I will be here every year, hell or high water, because this is invaluable and so special.”

Angela Bassett: “We inspire each other. Every woman in this room is an inspiration and we look about and we gain inspiration. That’s what is really wonderful about it because it’s an opportunity to come together, which so rarely happens throughout the year. Every woman in this room is fierce and every woman in this room is working.“

Zoe Saldana: “There’s nothing we can’t do. I will never have any other attitude than that one. I was raised that way. That’s how I’ve gotten where I’ve gotten. If I thought every morning about all the reasons I should stay home then I would not be here. We will all have reasons that the world will be against us. We have to ignore those and focus on the ones that are for us.”

Gugu Mbatha-Raw: “Sometimes you are out there on your own as an actress for months on end on location and you don’t have the camaraderie of other actresses. This is really, really special. Events like this are a reminder to support each other. That’s how things move forward.“

Carmen Ejogo: “We’re in this together and there are women here who get your journey and want to see the best for you. To know that there’s a space where you can say what you want and be heard and not be judged for it. There’s a level of understanding that is innate with all the women in this room.”

Ava DuVernay: “This is usually a safe place for actresses to get together and commiserate, talk, network, cry, celebrate, do whatever they’re going to do and they’ve never allowed a filmmaker in — this is the first year — so I feel very honored. All of these sisters are extremely special and important to the black cinematic image for the way black women are seen around the world. They have a lot to carry on their shoulders. They do it beautifully. To be invited in and honored is very emotional for me.“

Viola Davis: “Here’s the thing about being a woman of color and an actor of color: You get it. You understand that it’s going to be challenging so you find a way to navigate your way in this business and become an actor and the artist you are with what you’ve been given. But the challenge is that we’re not included in the narrative that lets us shine. That’s the only problem. If you’re the third girl from the left or the bus driver, and you’ve been in the business for 30 years, you know you can blow it out of the box. You’re just as good as anybody else, [but] you can’t show your talent being the bus driver in two scenes. That’s what we’ve been relegated as. We very rarely drive the narrative; that’s the challenge. So, it’s very important to get it out. It’s important to be in a safe place and let it out and to share.”