one woman's story

I feel like people tend to imagine achilles as being big and hairy and muscle-bound but I just want to remind y’all that he apparently spent quite a long time disguised as a girl and nobody could fucking tell?? including Odysseus, who had to trick him into revealing himself, but was apparently not smart enough to figure out which of the beautiful women in front of him was a man in a dress???

so like please consider: petite fine-boned achilles. achilles with killer cheekbones and big dark eyes w long eyelashes. ppl meeting achilles and being all “you’re the one who’s supposed to be a scary warrior?” and then later he he picks up trojans twice his size and flings them across the battlefield and they’re like ‘oh’. achilles being significantly shorter than hector and needing to tilt his head back to yell at him. patroclus being able to sling achilles over his shoulder. patroclus giving achilles piggyback rides. achilles needing patroclus to reach stuff down for him sometimes. achilles being the little spoon. tiny pretty achilles okay

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

i swear every single time i make or reblog a post about sexism in academia/science someone feels the need to reblog it with a comment to the affect of ‘well i have never encountered unsupportive men’ and like, good for you Susan, I’m glad you’ve had a good experience and aren’t observant enough to notice what’s happening to your female peers, but not everything’s about you

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Perfect Wife x Woman of Dignity parallels

My ECCC Experience

Warning – This turned into a book. I will put the bulk under a cut.

 Well, what a weekend that was. I see many people have shared their experiences & I wasn’t going to cause I didn’t want to be repetitive (plus I hate writing), but what the hell – here we go.

 It all started on Thursday night when my husband & I checked in at the Sheraton & then headed over to The Whisky Bar to meet up w/ about 25 other fans for whisky tasting & general mayhem. It was such a blast to meet other fans in the flesh & everyone was so lovely.

 Friday was very long & tiring, but also quite exhilarating. It started with waiting 3 ½ hours in line for the panel in VERY tight & warm conditions, but a good number of people had to wait in the cold rain, so I won’t complain. We ended up in the 8th row on the center aisle. We had a perfect view of the stage, but a bit far for any great pics from my camera phone, but I’ll share a couple here anyway.

 Since everyone saw the panel already, I won’t get into that except to say it was absolutely marvelous. Sam & Cait were glorious live & the energy in the room was palpable. Everything they said is pretty much a blur & I still need to rewatch it to make it all real.

 We went straight to the autographs after the panel, but they were already capped off, so we hung out for a bit & then headed to our dual photo-op w/ Sam & Cait. The organization was a complete shit-show and they had no idea what they were doing. We were moved all over the place & then smooshed all together against the wall to wait again while they figure it out. After about an hour, they got it together & we were on our way to stand in line.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just saw the Wonder Woman film for the second time and even though this is a very good movie something bothered me each time. My concern refers to the degree of Diana's naivety. She doesn't know what is a watch, an ice cream and snow. Ok, that's cute. But her approach of the war, of the human nature and Ares... I mean, I know this is an initiation story but she is really young and ingenuous, especially next to the male characters, which is definitely sexist. (1/2)

I’m a WonderTrev fan for a long time now and I don’t like see Steve more experienced than Diana. He is impeccable (thanks, Chris Pine!) but they made her too innocent compared to him in my opinion. And what is really sad is that now we’ll never see the mature Diana in interaction with her warrior puppy… What do you think about it? (2/2)

Hi, thanks for the question! I’m actually glad you brought this up because my answer is kind of personal. Also, ⚡️SPOILERS! WONDER WOMAN MOVIE SPOILERS! SCROLL PAST THIS QUICKLY IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!⚡️Diana’s arc in this movie reminds me of my mom’s story. My mom wasn’t raised on Paradise Island, but by two people who were children when the Partition happened. As a result my grandparents were terrified to let their own kids out of their sight. My mom, who is whip-smart and intuitive and lively, was kind of a handful for her parents (Li’l Diana basically). When she would ask them big scary questions (#AndtheGodkiller?), her parents would tell her that it was complicated and that she would understand someday (#Hippolyta). It was with this boundless potential and curiosity and black-and-white worldview (the complexity of which was never fostered) that my mom came to America when she married my dad (#Diana). My dad, older and wiser and weary (#Steve-ish), would also answer her questions also with a simple, “It’s more complicated than that,” leaving my mom to basically figure things out on her own. She did and now she’s Wonder Woman, but it took time.

Back to the movie: to be honest, I didn’t find Diana’s naivety sexist. Yes, she was ingenuous compared to Steve and the Oddfellows, but she was even more out of her element on Themyscira. Hippolyta and the other Amazons always kept things hushed around her (and it came from a genuine place of love), so how could Diana possibly know that Ares’ plan and humankind were a lot more complex than what she thought? And when she came to Man’s World, Steve didn’t elucidate further (again, his inaction came from a place of concern and compassion too). If the people Diana trusted the most didn’t trust her enough to nurture her intellectual growth, then where can she possibly turn? She’s naive because, despite her vehement protests, she was sheltered. It’s a testament to how inherently resilient and driven and curious she is that she learned as much as she did. Homegirl grew up on an island with *no men* but read Clio’s treatises including the volume on heterosexuality. Per the novelization, she had read about snow and quickly put two and two together when she saw it for the first time. She is so so so smart! Yes, her world view was black-and-white, but we actively see the maturation of her thought process and the shifting of her paradigm when she’s on that battlefield with Ares. 

[I saw the movie again recently too, and it occurred to me that this is why No Man’s Land is the most resonant scene in the movie for women: Women are constantly “protected” and “shielded” from “reality” (for whatever patriarchal reason, take your pick on a spectrum from nice to mean), but reality sees no gender and hits everyone just the same. To watch Diana forge her own path with absolutely no guidance from others… it hit me right in the gut, hard. It’s what my mom did. It’s what we as women do, to varying degrees depending on our sociocultural contexts.]

So yes, movie!WW wasn’t as wordly and wise as Marston!WW; conversely she wasn’t as deer-in-the-headlights as Perez!WW. As sheltered as she was, she was still trailblazer whose confidence and sense of purpose carried her through. Honestly I felt so proud of this version for how she handled herself when she left Themyscira. Thanks again for the question!

I submit...

… Superman. He’s still Superman. Still Clark Kent. Still boy next door, still the every-man fighting the good fight trying to repair the world… he just has a Jack Harkness kind of attitude about who he’s attracted to and it doesn’t other him even a little bit.

Like, he never MENTIONS it, but he’s been all over the galaxy and has just accepted that the light beings from Aquarius-3 are super sexy, so are the lizard people from that one quasar system, and so is Lois Lane. It’s fine. People do not ask Superman who he is banging because that’s rude. If he actually told them who he bangs they might be SHOOK.

Unintentional Chapter One: The Other Woman

Story summary: Your friendship with Jensen is put on the line when you have to film a few, suggestive scenes with him. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, except that Jensen is happily married. And there was definitely chemistry between the two of you. 

Request: Hi! Could I request a Jensen X Reader with angst please? I´m pretty much a sucker for angst. you can always add some fluff in it if you want :)

A/N: This request made me birth a series. Also, this story is not meant to disrespect Daneel in anyway. This is all for the purpose of fiction. :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Sort of, but not quite yet)

Warnings: Smutty-ish (no actual sex, just on screen stuff for the show), masturbation, fantasizing. 

Word Count: 1.8k

MASTERLIST

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When Jensen’s tongue slid into your mouth, you melted into him. One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, and the other tangled itself in your hair, pulling slightly. He pressed his body into yours, pinning you against the wall even harder. That’s when you felt his arousal, and that’s when you knew that you weren’t just imagining things. You ached for him in ways you’d never ached before, not with anyone else; you needed him. Just as you were getting ready to hike your leg up around his waist, the director yelled cut.

Jensen pulled away from you quickly, avoiding eye contact with you before subtly trying to adjust himself. That scene wasn’t supposed to get so steamy, and it was a good thing the director liked it; because you didn’t think that either of you could handle doing it again. You brought your hand to your mouth, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You looked up at Jensen, making brief eye contact with him before bolting for your trailer.

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CHAPTER TEN NOT NINE, I FUCKED UP.

I did it, I made it through the worst of it. I felt like shit. Complete and utter shit.

“I can’t believe what you’re saying to me right now.” Harry outraged, his finger knotting in his hair in frustration.

I shrugged, “They’ve just never been my thing.” He turned to me with wide eyes, “You don’t know what you’re saying.” he sighed, his head shaking as he paced back and forth in front of me.

My body was laying across his bed, my pajama clad body resting where it had woken up at. “Some people don’t like romantic movies, Harry.” I laughed, my eyes following him from side to side. He stopped dead in his tracks, glaring down to me in genuine offense.

“How can you say that when the Notebook exists?” he questioned, his tone sharp. I sighed, knowing my answer was going to upset him. He stared at me, his face twisting as I looked at him confused.

His eyebrows raised, something seeming to click in his head. “You’ve never seen it!” he shouted, pointing at me. “Have too!” I defending, knowing that I hadn’t seen it.

“What are the main characters names?” he asked, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned on one foot. I panicked, trying to rake my brain of literally any girl and boy name I could think of.

“Harry, this is ridiculous..” I stalled, sitting up to get a better view of him. He held his hand out to me, “What are their names, Brooklyn?” he reiterated, his tone more aggressive as he pushed me for an answer.

“Okay! I’ve never seen it!” I confessed, flinging myself back onto the mattress. “I KNEW IT!” he screamed, jumping onto the bed beside me. “We have to watch it!” he demanded, his arms caging me underneath his frame.

“Harry, I don’t like..” I started before he placed his hand over my mouth. “You can’t say you don’t like romantic movies unless you’ve watched the best one.” he argued. I licked his palm, “You may think that’ll gross me out, but it won’t. We’re watching this movie.” he said before hopping off the bed and making his way towards the television.

“You’re being selfish.” I joked, leaning up onto my elbows to watch him browse through his DVDs. His eyes squinted as he turned to me, “And you don’t listen.” he retorted, “You need to watch it before you judge the whole genre.”

“Fine, put on your cheesy movie.” I sighed, adjusting the pillow behind me to lay against the headrest.

“Woman, I swear to God. I will not have you bash the Notebook, not in this house.” he warned, taking the remote into his hands before he made his way back to the bed.

“Did you just call me ‘woman’?” I shocked, my face breaking into a smile.

He sat beside me, throwing his arm around the back of my shoulders before bringing me into his torso. “Yeah, but you’re my woman so it’s okay.” he laughed before clicking the film on.

He was right, I was wrong to judge the entire genre before seeing the Notebook. I ended up loving the Notebook. It ended up being something that we quoted throughout the rest of our relationship.

The thought of him watching a romantic movie with anyone else sickened me. I hadn’t even heard the song start and I already felt sick after one line. This wasn’t going to be good.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yelled, tossing my phone from my position in Miles’s apartment. He spun around, eyes wide with shock at my sudden outburst. “What?!” he screamed back.

I pointed to my phone, not being able to form words in my shocked and angered state. He picked it up from the floor, squinting at the screen before turning back to face me. “He blocked you?”

I shrugged, my eyes feeling as if they were bulging out of my head as I just frantically pointing back at my phone. “Why?” he asked, moving over to sit by me on his couch.

I snatched my phone from him, “I DON’T KNOW!” I squealed, looking back at Harry’s twitter page.

Well, lack of twitter page. Since he had blocked me.

People had been texting me, asking if him and I were okay. When I told them what had happened between us, how we were no longer together, I got messages back saying that it makes sense now on why unfollowed me. When I went to check if their statements were true, I noticed his page wouldn’t show up on my phone.

Miles pulled out his own phone, typing in Harry’s twitter handle before his eyebrows scrunched together. “That’s weird, he didn’t block me.” he stated, scrolling down into Harry’s feed. “What was that last thing you posted?” he questioned, moving his head to face me with his eyes still connected to his phone.

“I think the photo of us at lunch today, why?” I pushed, leaning my back into the couch before locking my phone with a sigh.

It was a simple photo, just one of us sitting side by side at some diner in town. Miles had his arm around my shoulders as I leaned my head against his neck with a smile. It wasn’t anything scandalous or more than friendly. It was just a simple photo. He nodded, “Makes sense.”

“What does?” He said nothing, just tilted his phone in my direction. A tweet pulled up, posted only seconds before;

“I don’t ever want to see you with him.”

I was thinking too much into this, I had thought every single song of this album apart from two were about me. There was no possible way that nearly every single song was about me.

I was the one being selfish.

I brushed my fingers into the fronts of my hair, pushing back anything that had been resting on my face. The mixture of my hair and alcohol making my cheeks heated.

He didn’t want me anymore, why would he? I understand that songs are written about personal experience, but an entire album dedicated to one specific one? That didn’t make sense. I was over thinking.

I was always over thinking, that’s what had got me in this mess in the first place. If my stupid brain didn’t think that Harry would be better off without me, I would probably still be with him today and this album would be a little more upbeat.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my hand finding Harry’s thigh as I gave it a light squeeze. His face was contorted as he stared down at the table. Not having said much this entire day.

He shook his head, his eyebrows lowered as I stared at him. “You guys okay?” Miles asked, his hand finding my shoulder as he leaned down to be level with our faces.

“We’re fine, thank you.” Harry remarked, but I could tell from his tone we were not fine. I didn’t want to push it, knowing that if he had something to say he would. I would just have to ask him again later. Miles nodded, a small smile on his face as he turned back to where Lily was sat.

Miles had just started working at my job a couple weeks ago, but we had become very close. He always could make me laugh without trying and he fit into my friend group almost immediately. When I told him I was meeting Harry and Lily for dinner, he practically begged to join. He said he wanted to meet the man I always raved about.

Harry seemed fine at the beginning of this meal, not bothered at all by the sudden addition. He shook his hand and introduced himself as he typically would, even cracked a few jokes with him, like they were proper friends.

However, as the night went on, he got more shut off and secluded. Only really speaking when spoken too. It wasn’t like him, and I could notice it right away.

Thankfully, the meal was coming to an end soon so I could pry a little further into his erratic behavior. We were just waiting on the waitress to bring back Harry’s card that he practically threw at her after Miles had offered to pay.

Miles placed his arm around my shoulders, and I heard Harry audibly groan as he took a sudden intake of sharp breath. “You got a good man, B. Usually I have to sleep with someone in order to get a free meal.” he joked, his head falling against my shoulder closest to him. “He is a good man, isn’t he?” I smiled, looking over to Harry whose eyes were glued onto Miles.

I tilted my head at him, confused on what was going on in his head. I was about to ask if he was okay but the waitress slapped the bill back onto the table with a smile. Harry nodded to her, taking his card before standing. “C'mon baby, let’s get out of here.” he said, his hand extending to me.

“Wait, before we go, could you take a picture for us? This night was amazing and I don’t wanna’ forget it.” Miles asked the shaking waitress, who I assumed was calculating exactly how many inches Harry was standing from her frame.

She nodded, reaching out an unsteady hand to grab Miles’s phone from him. Harry sighed, moving to my side as we all stood from the table.

His arm wrapped tightly around my waist as soon as Miles attempted to pull me into him by my shoulders. I squinted to Harry, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. Never the less, we still all smiled as the camera clicked before us.

Miles took his phone back while I watched the waitress quickly scurry from the table. He looked at the photo with a smile, turning his attention back to Harry, “You look a little tense, bro. You sure you’re alright?” he questioned before Harry spat back, “’m fine, C'mon, babe.”

He took my hand, pulling me from my two friends before marching off towards the door. “Bye?” Lily called after me in a confused tone as I did my best to wave back at her before I was pulled onto the street.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked Harry as we made our way back to the car.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with your friend?” he hissed, anger laced in his words. I knew they weren’t pointed towards me but I still didn’t like hearing him like this.

“My..” I started before my brain caught up to what was going on. “Are you jealous of Miles?” I asked, a smile forming on my features. He was ridiculous. His body swung back to face mine, “Jealous? No. Are you out of your mind?” he gawked, opening my door once we had made it back to the car.

I stared at him, still amused, “You are!” He rolled his eyes, leaving my door open as he walked to the driver’s seat.

My body flopped into the passenger’s side, a laugh rolling from the pit of my stomach. “It’s not funny and I’m not jealous!” he fought, turning the keys in the ignition with more force than I had ever seen him use.

I crossed my arms, staring at him with raised brows and a smile. He glanced over to me, turning forward before slamming his hands on the steering wheel, “He was all over you! It’s as if he would’ve fucked you in front of me if you said it was okay!”

The laughter fell from my lips, since I hadn’t had the strength to hold it in any longer. “Brooklyn!” he warned, shooting me a very pointed look. “I’m sorry!” I said between laughter, the entire situation being hilarious to me.

“We’re just friends, Harry.” I shook my head, bringing my fingers to wipe at the bottom of my eyes. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna’ fuck you.” he groaned, his hand in his hair, running through it in frustration. “I do not, and will not ever, think of him in that way.” I defended, my hand reaching over to grip at his leg.

“If I wasn’t there, he would’ve made a move.” he sighed, head resting onto the back of his seat. “He wouldn’t have, but okay, whatever you’re thinking in that pretty, little, delusional mind of yours.” I joked, rubbing my thumb against the side of his thigh.

“He would’ve but, thankfully, I’ll always be there.” he said, stopping the car at the red light we were approaching. “Think you can just keep me to yourself?” I mocked, knowing that I had no problem with Harry always being with me. “It’s selfish, I know, but yes.” he grinned, moving across the center console to kiss my cheek.

“Well what about my work shifts? You gonna’ sit at my job for eight hours a day if I work with him?” I asked, shaking my head. He stared at me, his face straight, “Yes.” he said in the most serious tone I had ever heard him use.

“But then how will Miles and I ever continue our secret love affair if you’re always watching?” I joked, a smile ripping across my face as his head snapped to me, “Woman!” he yelled before playfully pushing at my shoulder.

I laughed harder than I ever had before, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, your face was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” He exhales sharply out of his nose, his head shaking.

My laughter died down, and I moved to rest my head against his bicep. “I promise you, I will never be with Miles.” I whispered, my voice coated in a serious tone. I wouldn’t be with Miles, I wouldn’t be with anyone other than him. The only reason that the situation was so hilarious to me, was because every other man paled in comparison to the one sitting beside me. It blew my mind that someone stealing me from him crossed his.

“Promise you’ll always be mine. That you’ll always be my woman.” he asked, his tone desperate as he stared down at me. “I promise.”

He was gone. I was no longer his woman. I had broken my promise to him.

I needed to talk to him. “One more song.” I said, “One more song, and I’ll call him.” I decided, nodding as I waited for the final chords of this song to end.

“Should I call him?” I hesitated immediately. My hands slapping against my face, covering my eyes. “I should do him one last favor, and leave him alone.”

“What am I doing?” I frowned, “I can’t call him.” If I had learned anything from this album, it’s that I had hurt him. I had upset him and he didn’t deserve the pain I put him through.

I was such an idiot. Such a selfish idiot.

I picked up my phone, going into my contacts before pulling up his name for the third time tonight. My fingers scrolled down to the bottom of it, hovering over the “delete contact”. I should just get rid of the temptation.

I contemplated what would happen if I did it, if I had just completed our separation and deleted his number. It would be for the best.

There’s that phrase again, “for the best”. I laughed, “Because thinking that way definitely worked for me before.” I sighed.

Maybe it was for the best, maybe I should just end this all.

However, no matter how much of a good idea it seemed, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t finish it. I couldn’t take the final step to closing this relationship. I couldn’t call him, but I also couldn’t completely shut him from my life any longer.

“One more song left.” I repeated, my head swimming as different ideas flowed back and forth. “One more song and I’ll decide.” I agreed with myself. The last song would make it or break it, either this night will end with me attempting to reach out to Harry or deleting his number and finally fully trying to move on with my life.

“Just one more song.”

ONE MORE CHAPTER!! lemme know if you like it! xx

Just want to remind everyone that Wonder Woman is set in World War I

Some clues:
-Trench warfare with the Brits in Doughboy helmets
-Germans using horses
-All the fashions in London, including Steve’s starched, high collar
-Airplanes look like flimsy prop planes
-Talking about the Kaiser, not about the Führer
-The British generals all have ridiculous moustaches

So finally binged The Defenders. It was so great to see Matt and Jess again, I’d missed them, they’re awesome. Luke is cool. Stick is fun. I’m still in love with Elektra Natchios.

Danny is boring and not very bright, and the actor lacks the charisma to make up for the awkward writing. I honestly think his character brings down the show’s quality. He’s definitely the weak point of the Defenders afa I’m concerned. I couldn’t even finish Iron Fist though so that wasn’t a shock.

Matt/Elektra does things to me. This is my ship aesthetics people. Everything about it makes me happy. The dark/light theme, the way they fight together, the way they fight against one another, the things they do for and to each other, what they bring out in one another, their different skin tones, how broken they both are, the unequal balance in their relationship (how she hurts him and he still wants to save her), the red, the happiness, the tragedy. Just everything about this ship could have been written just to appeal to me, in both Daredevil and Defenders.

Does she scare you a little? Good. She should make you fear her love, so that when she lets you be apart of it, you won’t take it lightly. She should remind you of the power that beauty brings, that storms reside in her veins, and that she still wants you in the middle of it all. Do not take this soul for granted, for she is fierce, and she can take you places that you never thought you could go; but she is still loving in the midst of it all, like the calm rain after a storm, she can bring life. Learn her, and cherish her, respect her, and love her; for she is so much more than a pretty face, she is a soul on fire.
—  T.B. LaBerge

I write a short story in which three out of the four primary characters are ladies. The primary male-coded character happens to be a spaceship rather than human. Men are indeed referenced as existing in relation to female human characters.

So far so good?

My professor snarked me for creating a planet entirely composed of women.