how to treat girls

When I started with Utena and knew exactly zero about it, I kinda expected it to end with Anthy becoming an ultimate badass duelist, using the sword she’d pull out of herself to kick ass of everyone who used to be engaged to her. I thought she was the Rose Bride because she was actually married to Dios. I assumed he died and put all his power and “ghost” into Anthy and she would win the duel to save herself from other duelists with his help, for she was his only. Oh how wrong I was.

Still wanted to draw duelist/prince Anthy because that idea still got stuck in my mind.

He Thought He Could Intimidate Me Into Sacrificing a Stranger

I’d been bar-hopping with several friends, and they’d headed home, leaving me in the last bar. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a guy come in and make his way through the bar, just surveying the scene. There had been a table of college girls toward the back, and I realized that all of them had left except for one girl who was obviously intoxicated. I was in my mid-twenties at the time, and the guy was probably the same or a little older, but the drunk girl was obviously a second year student, maybe even underaged. While I watched, the guy sat down at her table and attempted to talk to her. She was so drunk she could hardly interact with him. I went over to the bartender and asked if he knew where the girl’s friends had gone, and he shrugged, saying that they’d left earlier. While I was standing there talking to him, the strange man got the college girl on her feet, half carrying her, and started toward the door.

Me being me, I intercepted the guy, and asked him if he knew the girl. He insisted that he did, but refused to tell me her name. Then he produced a first name but no last name. Her purse was hanging on her outside arm, just a wristlet around her wrist and I snatched it off her arm, and pulled out her college ID and it was a totally different name than the one the guy had given me. Now that I had the girl’s purse, he started to get angry, but he couldn’t tell me where she lived, or anything else about her. He kept insisting that he was just going to give her a ride home, and I kept refusing to let them leave. The entire time, the bartender just watched, like he didn’t know what to do.

Finally, the guy let go of the girl and kind of shoved her toward me (she could barely stand on her own) and then he starts telling me that I should mind my own business, and that I’ve got some nerve insinuating that he was anything but a good samaritan trying to make sure a drunk girl got home safely. I informed him that I was going to call a cab for the girl, and he asked me if I was going to call one for myself, because it was late, and “not very safe for single girls with bad attitudes to walk anywhere alone” I have never been easily intimidated by anyone, and I’ve grown up working on farms and training horses, so physically I’m very fit and strong even though I’m only 5'5. I told him I’d never met anyone I couldn’t handle yet, but that he was welcome to step up and try me. He blew me off and left the bar in a huff.

I called a cab. The bartender asked who was paying for it, and I told him I would if the bar wouldn’t, and then wondered what it would do for their reputation if people found out this was how they treated college girls in a college town. After that, the bartender offered to pay for the cab. I called numbers in the girl’s phone (she just sat there in a drunk stupor) until I got ahold of her roommate (who hadn’t gone out that night) and explained what had happened. The roommate gave me their address and told me that she was going to go out front and wait for the cab. When the cab got to the bar, I told the driver where to go, and that I had his cab number, and the girl’s roommate was waiting for him, and that if anything went wrong, it was going to be his ass. He was dubious, but left with the girl, and within 15 minutes the girl’s roommate texted me on my phone and told me that she’d gotten her friend and everything was fine.

Then I started to walk to my car, which was a few blocks away. And there was the guy from the bar, actually waiting around to try and scare me. He honestly thought, after all of that, and even after I made it clear that I wasn’t afraid of him, that he could intimidate me. He started to cross the street my way, saying that I should have taken him seriously when he warned me about how it wasn’t safe to walk  alone and that I’d better be prepared to make up for getting in his way earlier. I thought he might attack me, but instead of backing off, I headed right for him, reiterating that I’d be happy to take him on if he wasn’t afraid of getting his ass kicked by a woman. I was honestly ready to fight him, but he abruptly backpedaled calling me a “crazy bitch” and saying that I “needed to learn how to take a joke” and then he left, yelling back over his shoulder that “There aren’t nosy bitches in every bar, but there are plenty of drunk ones in this town.” I’ve never seen him in the decade since, but I never go out that I don’t think about that asshole, and wonder how many girls he’s carted off from bars and raped or assaulted.

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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this ones gonna be a little less popular of an opinion

but. People need to acknowledge that not all trans people face the same oppression and hardships. There is a massive difference between how people view and treat trans girls irl compared to, say, how somebody who is dfab nb but still presents in a feminine way is treated. 

For the most part, nobody will know for the second person, and even if they do it’s normally just stupid “attack helicopter” jokes, but trans girls, if they even try and present in a feminine way will get slurs thrown at them, or even violently attacked.

Even when it comes to trans boys vs trans girls, while there is still a lot of gross misgendering and transphobia thrown at the boys, with the way gross cis people see them, as just “confused girls” which is really gross, it still lessens the severity of how people treat them, because for the most part, girls wearing guy clothes is more normalized.

With trans girls, though, we’re pretty much always seen as “gross, disgusting, perverted men”, who just dress that way to sneak into girls spaces, so people have a much more violent reaction towards us than they do other trans people.

Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

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anonymous asked:

doesn't mod s call herself a feminist? she can't be muslim and a feminist, islam is a male dominated religion, women have to be constantly oppressed. it's disgusting how muslim women are treated

Well, first of all, I’m use they/them, but thanks so much for misgendering me!

You wanna talk about how Muslim women and and woman-aligned people are treated? Fine, we can talk about that.

We can talk about how the Quran was revealed in 632 AD, saying how women are equal to men. (“And their Lord responded to them: ’…be you male or female - you are equal to one another.’” [Quran 3:195])

We can talk about how in the 16th century, western men were still debating if women had souls.

We can talk about how in 632, the 1st century, Muslim women had the rights to choose who to marry, to divorce, to work, to educate and be educated, to have their won inheritance, to their own land and property, to have their own businesses, to participate in combat, to half their husband’s wealth, to have their own opinions, to have custody of their children, and on and on and on.

We can talk about Muslim women’s right to have a voice in government. Tell me, when did the USA give (white) women “equal participation in the political process,” or voting? 1920. Muslim women have had that since 632.

We can talk about how Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers. How 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female. How in the lovely USA, we haven’t even had a women vice-president yet.

We can talk about the hijab, niqab, abaya, and burqa, how they’re mainly worn to protect women from leering men, and to allow women to interact freely in public without people being able to judge their bodies or looks and only having their minds and personalities to make judgements off of.

We can talk a out how the Western world has twisted our clothing into “women have to cover up because they’re indecent!” and women and feminine-presenting people get attacked and have their coverings yanked off, either because of Islamophobic hatred or misguided attempts at saving us.

We can talk about how I’ve had my hijab ripped off twice, both times by white men, once outside my community’s masjid (the Muslim place of worship.) And oddly enough, my clothing didn’t stop me from breaking one of those men’s noses when he went after my sister. Just like it’s never stopped me from going to school, or playing sports, or doing anything a white woman or woman aligned person could do.

We can talk about how outside of the masjid, where men and women are required to cover their heads, I’ve never once been made to wear a hijab.

We can talk about how the only people who have lectured me about dressing modestly were non-Muslim teachers and other educators.

We can talk about how people want to preach about how Muslims think women are indecent, when western schools freak out when a girl shows her shoulders.

We can talk about my cousin who once made a joke about women belonging in the kitchen and how out of thirty people in the room, the only person who laughed was his white friend. How his father immediately corrected him.

We can talk about how the first university ever, the University of al-Qarawiyyin, was founded in 858 by Fatima al-Fihri, a Muslim woman. How despite that, the summer I was thirteen and taking extra courses at the community college, an instructor praised me for joining even though “I know Muslim parents don’t let girls have higher education.” I had to look her in the eyes and ask who she thought was paying for my classes.

We can talk about the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.a.w.) who denounced all forms of enslavement of women, and assisted women in issuing their rights to exist freely.

We can talk about people who rush to condemn Muslim men for hurting the “defenseless” girls, then turning around and making jokes about raping and hitting women.

We can talk about the “saviors of Muslim women,” talking about how they’re so oppressed, they don’t get to make their own choices.

We can talk about how these people completely ignore anyone who says they’re wrong and call them brainwashed. Because of course millions of women have been coerced into believing in a tradition that views them as subservient, what other explanation is there?

We can talk about how patronizing and infantalizing this is, how it denies Muslim women and woman aligned people agency and puts our “saviors” on a pedestal. “We need to be their heroes! Because obviously they can’t fix their problems without the aid of white people!”

We can talk about how it’s true that Muslim women suffer from misogyny. How there are Muslim men who think of women as lesser, how some Muslim women are forced to cover themselves and marry. Because guess what? There is no culture that is exempt from misogyny and sexism, gender discrimination is a problem everywhere. But you cannot call an entire culture and religion inherently misogynistic, that is in no way true. 

We can talk about how somehow there’s this incredibly untrue idea that Western cultures have “progressed forward, and sexism doesn’t exist here, only in other countries and cultures.”

We can talk about how if people want to help Muslim women, all that is needed is for them to listen to us and follow our lead.

We can talk about how Muslim women and woman aligned people do not need white people to save them. We have always been capable of helping ourselves.

There are a lot of conversations to be had about the treatment of Muslim women, if it’s something you want to discuss.

But the thing is? People who talk about how oppressed Muslim women are generally don’t.

You want a deflection from your misogyny, “You think I’m bad! You should see how Muslim girls are treated.” You want an excuse for your Islamophobia, “We need to criticize Islam, they treat women awfully!” You want justification for western imperialism, “These wars are necessary! We need to save the poor girls!”

You don’t care about Muslim women and women aligned people.

Stop pretending like you do.

- Mod S

You could’ve chosen the girl with green eyes and long hair, who loves going out on dates and likes to cook for you, who always takes long baths and listens to music while doing her homework, who loves coffee and peppermint tea, who smiles at strangers and is crazy about sunsets,


you could’ve chosen the girl who laughs like a princess and loves her parents, who reads poems and does yoga, who doesn’t eat meat and smells of vanilla, who is obsessed by sudoku and animes, who would play the piano for you and would adore your big brown eyes,


you could’ve chosen the girl who teaches you how to treat a woman, who doesn’t get angry at you and isn’t jealous at all, who is passionate about photography and music, who laughs at your silly jokes and knows how to get what she wants,


you could’ve chosen the girl who likes roses and “The walking dead”, who knows her worth and likes to play videogames, who would love to dance, especially for you and would love to watch with you movies about super heroes, 


but you chose me and I’m still wondering why.

— 

http://writies.tumblr.com/

I’m still wondering why.

Just witnessed excellent parenting

The gf and I are in walmart shopping

Little girl: points at gf “Mommy she’s pretty! I want pretty friends like her!”

Girl’s mom: “You shouldn’t make friends based on how people look. It’s what’s inside and how they treat you that counts.”

Little girl: “Oh, okay. So we should be nice to everyone?”

Girl’s mom: “Right. Good job!”

gf kisses me on the cheek and leans her head on my shoulder because she’s a sap

Little girl: “Mommy! They just kissed! Girl’s can’t kiss each other!”

Girl’s mom: “Yes they absolutely can. Girl’s and boys can love each other, just like your daddy and I love each other.”

Little girl: Thinks for a moment “Will it be alright if I love a girl one day too?”

Girl’s mom: “When the time comes, you can and will love whoever you love. It won’t be a choice, it will just happen.”

Me: tries not to fucking bawl in goddamn Walmart.

im so frustrated with how leia was portrayed in the movies. im so frustrated with how leia gets treated in the fandom. blatant misogyny is seen as progressive or empowering, and like, step back for a moment! i know star wars is everyone’s favorite thing, we’ve loved it since we were kids, but even if you love hanleia, even if you love that leia killed jabba, can we admit that han pressuring leia was awful and not romantic? that her repeatedly being ignored when she said she was not interested is not a great quality? that leia being a fucking /sex slave/ is not somehow empowering, that the bikini is a disgusting symbol for how writers felt it was appropriate to treat her? leia was treated pretty awfully in the movies and that’s just the obvious stuff, not even touching on how her perspective is rarely given unless she gets to be “sassy”, when she has many of the same problems and complications that luke has, when she lost her entire planet and was never given time to show her grief? when she found out the man who had tortured her, always opposed her, was present and complicit in the destruction of her planet, was her birth father? leia is a strong character, to be sure, and that’s a good thing, but far too often she’s just pushed to the side, or made into a caricature of whatever is needed for han or luke or anyone to bounce off of rather than her own person. leia organa deserved better and we need to do better and actively be critical of how she was treated.

When the team learned that Pidge is a girl and Keith said that he already assumed so, does that mean he knew right off the bat? AND IF SO that means that when he said “PIDGE stop thinking of your girlfriend!!!” in training, he legitimately thought Pidge was a lesbian and idk it’s just makes me feel good for some reason.

Baby, Just Dance

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Characters: Steve, the reader, Billy, randos at a party
Warnings: swearing, drugs, alcohol, Billy’s an ass, protective!Steve
Summary: At Tina’s halloween party, the reader has a run in with Billy- after a few too many drinks. 
A/N: currently OBSESSED with stranger things, and (no surprise) Steve Harrington!

Tina’s halloween parties had always been the best. Seriously, ever since freshman year, she’d have the biggest kegs, the wildest music, and absolutely no parental supervision. It was at one of Tina’s halloween parties where you’d lost your virginity, gotten drunk for the first time, and learned how to tap a keg. 

They’d always been completely wild, and this year’s was no exception. So, when you’d gotten the invite, you’d immediately picked out a costume and gotten excited for the weekend’s events.  

Upon arriving, you’d already been pretty drunk. You and your boyfriend, Steve, had gotten ready together- sneaking his parent’s liquor until both of you were buzzed and giggly (you definitely more so than he was.) So, when you’d strutted into the party, everything had that special layer of haze that only too much alcohol could produce. 

The two of you had walked in together, arm in arm, past the new kid Billy doing a keg stand. Honestly, you’d never been impressed by him. Not only did he seem like a real jack ass, but you’d seen the way he looked at you throughout the halls too. Almost predatory-like. Every time you passed him, his eyes roamed up and down, it had gotten to the point that even Steve was noticing it. 

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