elevator men


Today I received yet again another unwanted dick pic along with the inappropriate message that usually goes with it. I was speaking with a friend about it and he said to me that guys like that make all men look bad.
Then it it hit me….. It’s actually quite the opposite. So on that note………
Heres a great big SHOUT OUT to all you ASSHOLES who think that this is acceptable behavior. Why am I thank ing you???? Well…… Because of your rudeness and the way you treat women you are unknowingly elevating the REAL men on here. You know ……
The ones who behave like a gentleman and not a caveman. The ones who are respectful and kind and considerate of our feelings. NEWS FLASH ASSHOLES…. These are the men we notice. These are the dicks we appreciate and may even want to see. So please carry on ….continue to act like an uncouth heathen with no manners. ..For every ASSHOLE i will be reminded of how awesome the real men on here are. Take note….. Real men don’t need to send unwanted dick pics and inappropriate texts to prove their manliness. Real women notice
and appreciate these men and their fantastic dicks!
SHOUT OUT to the Gentlemen on tumblr. The REAL men!!! You guys Rock. We notice you and we appreciate you!


You and I both know that there are men on both sides of this war whose identities are so enmeshed in this conflict that they are more afraid of ending it that they are of losing it. And I believe that you are about to elevate one of those men into a position of significant power.

Quite The Impression

A/N: An anon request where Spencer tells Morgan about this woman he met at his library, and Morgan doesn’t actually think she exists, but as they’re talking, a woman walks into the BAU, and it’s the woman they were talking about. @coveofmemories 


“Not so fast, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said as his kid brother walked into the BAU with a cup of coffee and a giant smile. “It looks like someone had a good night.”

Spencer smiled, understanding what Morgan meant. After years of working together, he had picked up the way he spoke, although that wasn’t how his own mind worked. “Not that kind of good night,” he replied, sitting down and taking a large sip of his coffee. “I did have a nice night last night, but not the kind of late one you’re implying.”

“Okay, so spill it, Pretty Ricky,” he laughed. Morgan figured it was about damn time that the kid found some happiness in his life. They both loved their jobs, but to be the sole focus on one’s life wasn’t healthy - and neither had been able to find someone who could understand the balance necessary to work for the BAU and carry on a successful relationship. “I can only assume by the smile on your face that you met a pretty honey yesterday.”

As Spencer finished taking another sip of his coffee, he smiled, remembering the forwardness with which the librarian asked him out yesterday. “I did,” he smiled. “I had to return a book to the library and the librarian is new. Just out of a master’s degree in the field and extremely beautiful.”

Of course he would meet a woman at the library, Morgan thought to himself. Most people picked up dates in bars and through work, but Spencer found his companions through libraries and chess tournaments like a true nerd. “So tell me about her. Describe her to me.” Morgan formed an immediate picture of what she might look like - exactly the kind of woman that Spencer would be into, but once he’d started describing her, Morgan couldn’t reconcile the differing images.

“Where do I start?” Spencer wondered aloud without actually wanting an answer. “When I walked into the library she looked kind of out of place. Societal expectations tell us that the typical librarian is supposed to be nerdy and not typically ‘beautiful.’” He hated that kind of thinking, because he fell victim to it also. Someone that looked like him wasn’t supposed to be an FBI agent either. What had that one man from the militia called him? That’s right, he called him ‘a pipe cleaner with eyes.’ “Anyway, she’s on the short side. Long, wavy Y/H/C hair that goes past her shoulder blades. She looks gorgeous in red, which was what she was wearing yesterday. Her eyes are…and her smile…” Spencer started floating off into a daydream thinking about Y/N. “And when I went to return my book, she just asked me out, very straight-forward. I was really thrown off.”

Morgan practically choked on the drink he’d just taken a sip of. That did not sound like the kind of woman that normally went for Spencer. This woman sounded extremely confident, which was at odds with the kinds of women that tended to go for Boy Wonder. “She just asked you out on a date out of nowhere?” he asked incredulously. Even Morgan didn’t have a ton of women just asking him out with no lead up; that was a kind of confidence he admired.

“Yea,” Spencer said disbelievingly. “I asked her for her name first, because we didn’t even know each other’s names, but then I handed her my card and told her I’d love it if she called. I haven’t heard from her yet though and I didn’t get her number. I was so thrown off and nervous, I just walked out with my book.

That Morgan could picture. In his experience, whenever someone made a move on the genius, he tended to stumble over his words, blush like a madman and then awkwardly walk away. “Well how am I supposed to know if this woman even exists, kid?” Morgan teased, smacking him on the shoulder as they both went to grab something to eat. He knew Spencer wasn’t the type to make something like that up, but as the proverbial big brother, he felt it was his lot in life to make fun of him regularly.

“Of course, she’s real, Morgan,” he said defensively. However, upon seeing Morgan laugh, he realized he was only teasing. “Why would I lie about that? I mean she was beautiful. I really hope she calls. I can’t believe I didn’t get her phone number. I’m such an idiot.” After grabbing a candy bar from the vending machine, because as a genius, the smartest move ever was to eat a candy bar with his coffee for breakfast, he and Morgan made their way back to their desks. Today was going to be a heavy paperwork day. 

As soon as they approached their desks, Anderson ran toward Spencer, claiming that someone was there to see him. Morgan hadn’t sat down yet, so he joined Spencer in his walk toward the elevators. 

“Hi, Spencer!” Y/N said, feeling a little bit off in such a foreign environment. “I’m so, so sorry to come to your work place, but I meant to call you last night when I went home and when I reached into my pocket for your card, it wasn’t there. Last thing I wanted was for you to think I blew you off and I remember you saying you worked here.”

Morgan looked between the two in stunned silence as he gave her his phone number verbally so she could program it into her phone. “Just texted you, so now you have mine too,” she said, turning towards Morgan. “You work together?”

“Yea, nice to meet you,” Morgan said, extending his hand toward Y/N. “I’m Derek Morgan. Spencer was actually just telling me all about you.”

Her hand still clasping Morgan’s, she turned her head toward Spencer. “Oh really? Good things, I hope.”

“Only good things. Frankly, I was wondering whether or not you actually existed the way he was going on about you.” Spencer’s face curled up into an embarrassed smile, the blush rising to his cheeks quicker than a thermometer on a hot day. Hopefully, Morgan’s endless teasing of him wouldn’t drive Y/N off. 

Thankfully, it only served to make her smile wider. “Well then,” she said, “I’m glad I made an impression. I don’t want to keep you from work, I just wanted to make sure that I got into contact with you, so you didn’t think I blew you off. I’ll text you and maybe we can get together this weekend.”

“That s-sounds great,” Spencer stammered. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” she said, turning toward the elevator and giving both men a small wave. “Oh and Spencer.” A big, dumb smile still plastered on his face, he spun around to look at her. “Just so you know, you made quite the impression too.”

As the elevator doors closed behind her, Spencer let out a nervous giggle. “Oh man,” Morgan exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder even harder than he had before. “She is something else. And you are smitten. You should text her now.”

“You don’t think it’s too soon?” Spencer asked. He had always been under the impression that there was a timeline for these types of things.

“Y/N doesn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush. She asked for your number and she came her to get it again when she lost it,” Morgan replied. “Screw the rules. Screw what’s expected. Just go for it.”

stop degrading men to elevate women

equality isn’t tearing one group down while praising the other. it’s recognizing and understanding and correcting the vices of both and celebrating the virtues of both.

tumblr has made it trendy™ to say crap about men, and anyone who disagrees or calls them out on it is a misogynist. i’m sick of it.

anonymous asked:

do you think Wuthering Heights explores feminism in any ways?

Again, I’m not comfortable with using ideology and strategy terms on works produced before said ideologies were pinned down, and saying that Wuthering Heights explores feminism would be completely anachronical. Feminism was not even a concept; Emily could not have been aware of any of its implications.

What I do think is that Wuthering Heights explores female agency and in many ways, is a groundbreaking work of feminine characterisation in the literary canon. Through the lens of contemporary feminist criticism, it is an interesting, precursory book. 

Women control the narrative: Cathy and Catherine actively, as they control their fate and consciously make choices that end up defining the plot—Cathy marrying Edgar, Cathy insisting on Heathcliff staying when he returns, Cathy potentially haunting Heathcliff until death bring them together; Catherine choosing to sacrifice herself for Linton and her father, but holding her own against Heathcliff; Cathy damning Heathcliff, Catherine saving Hareton. Nelly controls the narrative as well, passively, as the narrator of the story, twisting and turning as she wishes, instilling her subjectivity in the tale that will eventually survive everybody else.

Characterisation of these women is primordial: contrarily to the pious, subdued female protagonists we encounter in literature at that time, Cathy, Catherine, but also Nelly and Isabelle give free rein to their emotions, impulses, and voice their strength time and time again. Cathy runs the show: passionate, loud, rash, she repeatedly dominates the men in her life and, until the end, remains free. Catherine doesn’t shy away from her own anger, and screams, bites, slaps to defend herself; although a prisoner, she wraps herself in fury and disdain, and conquers her enemies by the end of the novel. Nelly is outspoken and domineering, especially for a servant, and her influence spreads over several estates; and Isabelle, the princess-like, dignified Linton girl, acts on her passionate love and sexual desire in marrying Heathcliff against all odds.

The metaphors used by Emily are metaphors of liberation, of freedom, of instinct. Doors are knocked down, bolts are broken, souls burn, shriek, overflow; humans are not reduced to their gender, but to antisocial animals with bite-like kisses and clawed hitting, equal in their debasement and their passion for one another. Nevertheless, where women are elevated through impetus, men are defiled by their own sins, or else immobilised by weakness; there is no control for them. They are slaves to the women in their lives, their mistresses; only those women can absolve them, and free them again.

So, yeah, I think that Emily Brontë produced an exceptional account of female strength, intimacy and agency, a feat even more admirable considering it went against the very culture she was surrounded by and feeding on.

Before I knew @laynemorgan personally, I knew she was member of and advocate for the LGBTQ community in entertainment. I’ve always appreciated and respected her work in that regard. I know it’s hard, as any minority in entertainment will tell you.

Now that I know her personally, I know how much truer that is than any of you realize. I know some small bit of how often she’s your advocate in rooms where it is not glamorous to be your advocate. I know a tiny fraction of how heavy she carries the responsibility of being a queer woman in entertainment (while also trying to let all the bullshit she gets for it roll off of her), even with the relatively little power within the industry to make change she has at this stage of her career. I know how much time she spends fighting in losing battle after losing battle, not where you see it online, but in the long slow, slogging work of being a minority in entertainment. Always seeking after the small wins, the moments she can explain to someone why fandom matters, that they’re not some screaming mob of hate, but real people with real faces seeking reflections of themselves, experiencing real pain or struggle. That the stories matter. Or the chance to try one more time to shift the tide of cisstraightwhite establishment even just a little. Consistent, day in and day out, looking for the small moments where being in the right room or at the right table or in the right company at the right moment opens up a chance to make some small change. 

I’ll never understand movements that prioritize politics over people, especially people who are advocating for you. I’ll never understand how it is acceptable to elevate straight men and women over our own community members. I’ll never understand people’s silence in the face of their community desperate to tear down one of their own. 

I’ll never understand why LGBTQ people so often don’t seem to have the backs of their own community members. Layne, among others, is on the front lines in this war. You don’t have to like her or her methods or her speeches or who she fights with or against but for god SAKE stop starting battles with her when she’s in our CAMP. Give the woman a damn break. 

It’s not “insane” to hypothesise that homosexuality might have been hated before women were. Gender serves both to separate the sexes into a “natural” complementary dichotomy (by magnifying the biological differences between them and creating artificial ones), and to enshrine and justify male supremacy. Gender has both a “male / female = yin / yang” side and a “male / female = dominant / submissive” side. Gay men are oppressed by the first one (because the natural complementary yin / yang aspect posits homosexuality as inferior, less natural, less fitting, making less sense) and privileged by the second one, which posits their sex as superior. Bi/het women are oppressed by the second one (the dominant / submissive side) and privileged by the first one, which posits their sexuality as superior. Lesbians are oppressed by both.

Radfems believe that the two have always been intrinsically linked, that the only purpose of that first aspect is to justify and solidify the second aspect (i.e. the more separate and different the two sexes are, the easier it is to claim that one is superior to the other), or that the first aspect exists only because of the second one (i.e. the artificial differences between the two sexes exist because men avoid doing “women things” because they hate women). In other words, they downplay the aspect that privileges them by defining it as a mere auxiliary to the one that oppresses them. By that logic, anything that reinforces that first aspect only reinforces their oppression, not their privilege. It’s a particularly useful logic when they do or say things that reinforce it.
But, although it’s difficult today to separate the two as they have become so entangled and synergistic - it’s possible that they weren’t originally linked, that the complementary yin / yang aspect was conceived first (as e-h said, in the context of the early hetero creation myths, for example) and that the dominant / submissive aspect was added to it later. It’s possible that the concept of the male / female pairing as natural & superior, vs. male / male or female / female = unnatural & inferior, existed before “male = superior vs. female = inferior”.

After all, you don’t need to believe that men are superior to women in order to believe that heterosexuality is superior to homosexuality. Homophobic radfems keep proving it. Deep down, a lot of bihet radfems believe that homosexuality is less natural than heterosexuality. You see this mentality on tumblr constantly (”how dare you suggest bi/het women stop dating men” vs. “being in a lesbian relationship is a luxury” = how can you expect me to resist the overpowering urges of my deep-rooted natural hetero attraction vs. homosexuality is a shallow bourgeois indulgence) but also in those “feminist utopia” books written by 2nd-wavers in which lesbianism no longer has any reason to exist now that women are liberated from male domination.

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a lot of trans activists suggest that women are more privileged over trans women, because women are lucky enough to be recognized as their gender at first glance- i.e. we don’t have to deal with being misgendered all the time. ignoring the fact that this isn’t even true for all women (ask your friendly neighborhood butch woman how many times she’s been called “sir”), it is like, so not a privilege to be recognized as a woman in society. 

women are more likely to be raped or sexually assaulted. women face discrimination in the workplace. women get yelled at in the street. we all know that women don’t get treated as well as men do in society. 

so when trans women suggest that women are at some advantage for being recognizable as women, i have to almost laugh. people thinking that a trans woman is a man puts them at an elevated status- people treat men with respect. people knowing i’m a woman makes me a target- i am unsafe because people know i am a woman. 

don’t ever suggest that “cis women” are privileged because people can tell right away that they should treat us like dirt.

me, a lesbian: makes a post where i frustratedly tell cis men to shut up

literally the next post down on my blog: offers some context to that smaller post where i talk about my frustrations in academia and tendencies i have observed in discussion spaces where cis men forcefully dominate discussion and how that frustrates me as someone who is woman-aligned, and just generally how irritating it is to be talked over and not seen as having as valuable a voice, because these are insidious societal tendencies that are emblematic of wider social problems and it is one small manifestation of how spirit crushing it can be to exist in this world when i present femininely, and i don’t really get how people don’t already?? get this???? have you ever been around men in an academic space, even the “good” ones have been trained to see the world like this because our society elevates men and degrades women in every facet of life, it pervades EVERYTHING i do and it is so exhausting, and this isn’t even getting into race, i’m fairly lucky that i’m white, if i wasn’t i can’t imagine how much more frustrating this all would be, and in any case (because this paragraph is far too long and i dont have the energy to fully explain this in full detail right now) i’m allowed to be frustrated with a group of people that oppress me and to express frustration with the microaggression i encountered (yet again) this afternoon

some fuckin person in the notes:

Flashback 2

Pairing: Rogers Family, The Avengers, Avenger Children x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Teen pregnancy, angry mother.

A/N: I began this before I started deleted scenes for The Blue Stick and apparently forgot about it till I found it last night. This is basically 16 years after that, when Sarah one of your twins comes to you with a shocking news, that only seems to spiral even farther out of control.

So if you enjoyed The Blue Stick give it a read, let me know what you think of course!

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Originally posted by straightouttacomics

“Ma’am, they have arrived.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voices comes in around the room.

 Pepper is all but pulling her hair out glaring at Howie, who is sitting looking more calm than Jr, who looks as if his mother might pull him apart at any second, Wanda and Sam having a quiet argument off to one side; Nathaniel is fidgeting in his place next to James and Sarah who look as if they both might throw up at any moment, watching the elevator doors. 

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lilbunnylover  asked:

Sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you dislike about SA? Is there anything you recommend using instead to find POTs?

SA gives men an elevated sense of importance that they don’t enjoy away from their computer screen. It forces women to compete for men they don’t necessarily want and begin to feel unattractive based on things like their race, height, age, or size and like they can’t sugar when in fact all they have to do is get out there in the real world. Also, like most dating sites, the best men aren’t on SA. They’re sitting in bars, lounges, at sporting events, in restaurants, waiting for you to show up. They’ve been doing the sugar thing for years but never and will never call themselves SDs despite the fact that they’ll happily pay all of your bills and expenses. Go find them. They’re the men you want. 


It’s about walking in a men’s world and being true to yourself. Scully and Stella are all those women confined in elevators surround by men like Clarice Starling. Scully was not the condescending believer, she never tried to please Mulder, she kept him honest. She rewrote Eisntein. Stella has the same honesty with herself. Not adapting, and instead making everyone following her heels. She is the light that attracts all sorts of creatures in darkness.