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anonymous asked:

Hi! As an avid fic reader, there is something that has always bothered me about a lot of fan-fiction I have read in the Stucky fandom or the marvel fandom in general. There is almost always a level of casual sexism against the female characters, for example, in many fics the female characters are referred to as "girls" despite being grown fucking women also is it necessary to talk about how beautiful Natasha or Peggy are in every single fic? Aren't we reducing them to their beauty?

This is actually an incredibly complicated issue. Yes, there definitely is a fair amount of casual sexism in stucky fanfic and in fanfic in general. But on the other hand, compared to general fiction and the world at large, there is significantly less sexism. I’d also point out that the majority of transformative fandom is female identifying, queer, or both, this makes fanfics relationship with sexism a lot more complicated. Internalized misogyny is incredibly hard to sort out and be aware of, because it’s your own internal monologue and in the case of many fanfic authors, your own internal monologue as a woman and (in most cases) a feminist. 

The specific examples you pulled are tricky ones, cause on one hand, yeah theres certainly an element of sexism in there, but on the other hand there also isn’t necessarily a bad wicked thing. In most stucky fics, the narration is third person pov through either steve or bucky, and in the case of two men born in the 1910′s calling grown women girls would absolutely be a part of their vernacular. It’s absolutely sexist, but I’d argue that it’s a strongly internalized attitude and language pattern both of them would absolutely have problems recognizing and or getting rid of. So even if it’s not a carefully thought out choice from the author, it serves as interesting characterization. Also since the majority of fic authors are women, the relationship with using girls isn’t as simple, for one thing it is a part of common english to use women and girls interchangeably and it’s not something that’s closely examined by all women all the time. Also, I think theres as aspect of it’s usage that is reclaiming it in a way. I mean girls isn’t a slur by any means but it’s not free of negative meaning, and by referring to wonderful characters as girls it in some ways seeks to remove those negative connotations- by presenting to the reader a group of people who the reader admires and saying some of them are girls and thats great, it does something meaningful for a woman reading. Using the word girl/s isn’t always something bad, especially when women are using it.

As for calling them beautiful all the time, I’d argue that 9/10 times theres absolutely nothing inherently sexist about mentioning their beauty. I mean it is objectively true, mcu’s female characters are beautiful. Now the reason behind all of them being gorgeous is pretty sinister, hollywood has an insanely toxic and sexist beauty standard and the fact that female characters in movies have to be beautiful in the same way is a whole other barrel of fish and we’re talking about fanfic, we’re dealing with characters who have a appearance and personality not 100% set by the author of a fic. Honestly, I’ve read thousands of Stucky fics and I think I’ve read a handful where women were actively reduced to their beauty. I mean when was the last time you read a novel by a cishet man? It’s absolutely horrifying, the way they treat women is disgusting, and fic is so much better. 

Most of the time in fic, beauty is just one aspect of their character, for example Peggy’s strength and steely determination usually follow any mention of her beauty and Natasha’s dry humour and keen intelligence usually follow any mention of hers. On the other hand yeah, you get a lot of Bucky dancing with a beautiful nameless woman who only appears as an object of desire and jealousy and yeah, thats a problem. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all to mention a woman’s beauty provided shes being not shown as important only because she’s beautiful. 

I’d also argue that the vast majority of sexism in fanfic isn’t calling female characters girls or referring to their beauty, its demonizing or ignoring female characters who are “in the way” of a m/m ship. I see this happen a LOT with Sharon in particular, but also Peggy and Natasha. You don’t see the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a controlling, violently jealous, homophobic monster plotline often anymore, but it does still come up. More common is the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a endlessly pure, patient, supportive and unconditionally understanding prop who exists only to step graciously out of the way of the m/m pairing. I see that all the damn time and it bothers me. 

Female characters tend to not be as developed in canon and because of that often also remain underdeveloped in fanfic and also tend in both canon and fic to be there only to support the male characters not existing outside that context. That or the fact that f/f ships are incredibly neglected. I mean theres like one f/f fic for every like seven m/m fics. Part of that is the fact that there are so many less women than men in fiction. Part of that is on us for just not writing wlw and favouring mlm or m/f ships. I have really complicated feelings about this as a queer woman, I mean I‘m running a ship blog about two men. I could be putting my time into natsharon, cartinelli or claire temple/misty knight, but I’m here instead. I worked through lots of internalized homophobia, biphobia, transphobia and aphobia while reading m/m fics, not f/f and I spend so much more time and energy on m/m ships. I mean here I am, a wlw and here I am investing almost all my leisure time on men. I mean I love it in this fandom and it’s absolutely my choice to be here but part of me wonders what it would be like if I had gone through that process with a f/f ship instead and what it would be like to invest this time on women. I wonder what it would be like to be in mcu fandom if our source material treated it’s female characters better and had more of them.

You also see barely any not white, disabled, unattractive or poor women in fic, but once again part of that is a distinct lack of diversity within the source material. But you know what, I do not see many fics with Helen Cho or Claire Temple in them at all, let alone as developed characters.

Anyways sexism in fandom is a lot more complicated than it initially appears. Nothing is ideologically pure, even fanfic, but due to the nature of fanfic being written by people who you can easily contact in the sometimes caustic forum of tumblr I think it’s incredibly important to be gentle with authors who violate what you individually see as correct. Much of tumblr’s atmosphere of callout culture has a very black and white view of what justice is and what is correct, when in reality theres a lot of layers to this, it’s not a simple black and white dichotomy. People are at different places in their journeys, theres a lot of reasons why authors write things the way they do that you might not be aware of, broad sweeping statements saying x is always bad are a real dicey area to step into (and yes, I see the irony in saying that)

So while fandom certainly needs to take a closer look at our own internalized misogyny (and racism and ableism and audism and so on), I think theres much more to be gained from larger conversations, self reflection and making an active effort to be kinder to women than there is from things like carefully abstaining from words like girls.

anonymous asked:

I just feel like in 2017 justin would be back to being a kickass protest artist because of trump and brian would secretly (or not secretly) make or finance snarky and witty and thought provoking ads against him. Idk this just makes me smile a little during this gloomy political landscape we are in

HELL YES HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD BE!!!! Seriously, everything Justin did to take down Stockwell would seem like child’s play compared to him in 2017. Justin would be very publicly protesting, but then also roping Brian into some stealth action from within. (Because, yes, Brian would probably still be apathetic at first, but when push comes to shove, he would be ALL IN taking the bastards down.) And since they’d both be even more powerful and influential than they were during the show, you know they’d be able to do it.

Sigh.

Why can’t they be real?

Mr. Mittens agrees with Mary… she’d die for her sons…

He also called Cas’s reaction to Dean calling the angel killing bullets awesome, “Angel shade.”

And he agrees, according to Crowley, Crowley’s always been the answer to everyone’s problems.

After Crowley::  “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED”

After Cas: Is Cas really dead here? I’m confused.

He did get that Mary trapped Lucifer in Bizarro World…

His summary: Wow, next season is gonna be very interesting.

Also, that the nephilim will probably resurrect Cas within 4 seconds of 13.01.

“I don’t buy it that Cas is dead-dead. I just don’t buy it.”

Which was in response to me saying, “You can see why people are rage-quitting.”

He really honestly doesn’t get why folks are rage-quitting.

anonymous asked:

“I don’t like when they touch you.” with Haldir!

Shaking hands with diplomats and faking smiles was not how you wanted to spend your night. In fact, you sneak a glance at Haldir, you had wished to spend your night in other ways. You quietly huff before returning your attention to the Rivendell diplomatist in front of you.

Even since The Ring had left Rivendell, tension had been high among elven folk. Debates raged on about whether the correct choice had been made, and where elven people would go now. In order to ease hostility, the Lords and Ladies of your realm, forced their people to associate. Hosting large celebrations to signify friendship and peace. Boring. 

The diplomats hand rests on your forearm. She’s speaking in a gentle tone, reassuring you that Rivendell holds no ill will for Lothlorien. Apologizing for the misunderstanding between your realms. You smile, taking her hand in yours. “Please, refrain from apologies. Your people have done nothing wrong. You have made the best choice in light of a terrible decision.” She smiles fondly, and starts talking again. But your attention has been drawn away. Standing just behind her, only a few feet away, is Haldir. His eyes are dark and he stares at your joined hands with envy. Before you can politely excuse yourself, he takes long strides over to you. Muttering something to the diplomat about needing your help with something, he places a hand on your waist and leads you into the hall. 

Once far enough away from the party, you’re hastily shoved against the wall. Held still by Haldir’s body pressed to yours, his mouth hovering dangerously close to your ear.

“I don’t like it when they touch you.” He whispered, warm breath fanning over your ear. You shiver slightly, but regain your composure in moments.

“Well, perhaps we should have stayed home then,” You respond, voice dripping with tease. You flash a devilish smile before continuing. “And then, it could have just been you.”

His eyes widen, staring at you unblinkingly. Though when his confusion melts, his eyes darken dramatically and he takes a rough hold on your wrist. You wish to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. His eyes are scanning you over, and the gears in his head are whirring at top speed. Glancing you over you one last time, he makes his decision. Haldir turns and drags you down the hall, towards your room. 

 You grin widely. Boring gathering averted. 

Written by @thebattleunderthestars

Eleven very English / British habits

Brekky, Full English (above)
“Double egg, bacon, sausage, beans – and do you want toast with that, love?” Is anything more loin-girdingly British than a morning fry-up? So good is it that it isn’t even restricted to mornings, since the promise of all-day breakfast is a mark of a great British caff. Bubble & squeak counts as a gourmand bonus.  

Talking class
Within 10 seconds of any British person opening their mouth to speak to another British person, each mentally deduces the following about the other: likely address (to within a mile); schooling; income; politics; dining habits; reading habits. Often with considerable accuracy.

Understatement
Brits have made understatement an art-form. Desperate situations other nationals would call a life-threatening crisis are softened into just “a bit of a pickle”. As his limbs are lopped off, the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail dismisses each blow as “only a scratch”. And no matter how bad their life really is, a true Brit will respond to well-being queries with “Mustn’t grumble”.

Psycho-geography
All over Britain, locals take umbrage if you confuse their locale with a neighbouring spot that to untutored eyes seems indistinguishable. In the capital, “Sarf London” devotees face condescending sneers about “south of the river”. Brightonians mock neighbours who insist they live in “Hove, actually”. Rage rains on folk who conflate “English” with “British”. And never call anyone outside Tyneside a Geordie.

Weird sports
Forget the Olympics. Put the Brits in charge and they’d replace boring old sports with Great British traditional alternatives. We offer the 200m downhill cheese chase, 400m egg & spoon race, tin bath rowing and 100m bog snorkelling for starters.

Imperial units
Metric shmetric. Old-school Britons prefer measures based on far more interesting numbers than 10. Weight? That’ll be stones, each of 14 lbs. Height in feet plus inches. Horse races are run over furlongs of 220 yards - equal to 40 rods, of course. And weren’t £s more fun divided into 12 shillings or 240 old pence?

Sorry!
Do the British really blurt out apologies far more than anyone else? Afraid so. Sorry. A recent survey found the average Briton says sorry an average of eight times a day – and some up to 20 times. And in a social anthropological experiment, researchers deliberately bumped into hundreds of people across the country, and found 80 per cent of people barged into apologised.  

Illogical much-loved phrases
In Britain, a “damp squib” is a disappointment - but if something is “the bee’s knees”, that means you think it’s excellent. Sick parrots are invoked when a football game goes the wrong way. And when a Briton “pegs out” they also “kick the bucket”. Simple really….

Drinking
Some people wring their hands over the orgiastic Bacchanalia that hits many British town centres every weekend, but it’s just a part of the deep-seated British passion for boozing that goes back centuries. Beer festivals let connoisseurs of fine ale get pleasantly plastered, while posher folk quietly knock back a bottle of nice wine every night. Cheers!

Glorious failure
Other nations love winners, but Britons often show their greatest appreciation for plucky losers. Terrible ski-jumper Eddie the Eagle is now being celebrated in film, while the papers regularly highlight local football teams that have just lost their 112th game in a row while conceding their 1,000th goal of the season.  

Comic smut
Double entendres are as British as double-barrelled surnames, with sex wrapped in the sort of diaphanous cloak of euphemism that kept the Carry On films going for years. Who can forget Bernard Cutting’s classic response to Matron’s pleas: “Doctor, please, I want to be wooed!” “You can be as wude as you like with me”?

Courtesy of The Telegraph

All of this is really just an excuse to post a pic of my favourite meal

Raw and rage filled folk music that deals explicitly with being trans and the struggles of existing as such in our society with full throated screams worthy of early Laura Jane Grace. Her melodies are strong and catchy and the lyrics are wonderfully straightforward, and memorable. She/Her/Hers music is really powerful and affirming and I’m really glad this artist just arrived in Portland! 

Alright so I usually don’t get bothered by tumblr’s idiotic posts but there have been a few over the past day that have been bothering me.

Everyone preaches for equality. Good on them! Yet I’m constantly seeing posts like (the following examples are fictional):

  • How dare that person wear red lipstick! That’s something only Latinos do. They invented it.
  • Wow, wearing 2 inch heels with striped socks is cultural appropriation.
  • Look at that girl, trying to be Irish with her pleated skirt. Who does she think she’s kidding?

And my personal (10,000 + note) favorite:

  • “Did the real Kylie Jenner challenge. Imitating the features of other races is fun. I see why it’s all the rage amongst white folk.”

In case you didn’t know, the Kylie Jenner challenge is plumping your lips to make them look as full as possible. That’s it.

Apparently, plump lips are something ‘white folk’ are not allowed to have. You are only ‘allowed’ to have plump lips if you were born with them. But if you’re white with plump lips, well, you’d better get ‘em reduced, because you’re going to have a mob of angry tumblr preachers yelling about how you’re pretending to be black. And you better be careful about fuller lashes, too. I heard that’s also ‘owned’ by a particular race.

Wake up. Races don’t ‘own’ features. They don’t ‘own’ hair colors. They don’t ‘own’ the degree to which certain areas of your face are large or small. If anything, we should be promoting the mixing of racial features, blending cultures together and creating a higher acceptance and community. This apparent ‘ownership’ people preach is actually segmenting races and just strengthening any separation between them. It’s taking a step backwards, not forwards.

The wearing of religious, traditional, or ceremonial clothing particular to a certain culture is very different. Wearing these things in a way they were not intended for, in attempt to ‘look’ like a certain racial stereotype, is disrespectful and cultural appropriation. Examples include the Indian headdress (which you probably saw a lot of talk about around Halloween) or the burka. But telling someone they can’t eat sushi or have dreadlocks because it ‘belongs’ to a particular culture is utter and complete horseshit.

Stop promoting hate. Preaching equality while bashing another race is shameful. Grow up.

Road Rage

NSFW language, folks. 


Maybe it was because his ebony coffee was watered down. Maybe it was because he got less sleep than he already did.

Whatever the case was, Ignis was not happy while he was driving.

The Regalia was purring at a stoplight, waiting patiently for the light to turn green. The four were on a trip to the countryside, and wanted to get an early start so they could spend the day. They sat in their usual seats: Ignis driving, Prompto as shotgun, Gladio behind the passenger side, and Noctis behind the driver’s side. It was a typical trip, really.

Then, the light turned green.

And the car in front of them wasn’t moving.

Two seconds went by. Three. Four. Five.

After six seconds, Ignis was seething. His sigh was loud and heavy. His fingers tapped impatiently against the wheel. His jaw clenched. Eventually, after eight seconds, a small curse quietly left his mouth.

“What was that?” Prompto asked.

Nine seconds passed. Ignis snapped, “I said, this is bullshit. Pardon me, Highness.” He quickly amended himself, glancing in the rearview mirror. Noctis glanced up from his phone, shrugged, then glanced back down. He didn’t hear what Ignis had said.

“I mean, yeah, this is kind of ridiculous. H-hey! The light turned yellow!” Prompto huffed and slumped back against his seat.

It took all of Ignis’ will to not lay on the horn, as he didn’t quite want to go to that extent in front of the prince. Instead, he mirrored Prompto, leaning back in his seat and waited for the light to turn green. Again.

Once the light did just that, the car in front began to move right away.
That blew a fuse.

Ignis fumed, “And just what was that? Why would you stay completely still for one light, then move for the second as though you had only been sitting there for a moment? That’s fucking bullshit! Pay attention to the lights, it’s really not that difficult! Shit!

The car was, as expected, silent. For about a minute, no one quite knew what to say, not even the man himself. He knew he should be apologizing profusely for his uncouth, inappropriate language (that, quite frankly, surprised him more than it surprised them). Yet, words just wouldn’t leave his mouth as he continued driving.

Finally, Gladio decided it was time to speak. “Road rage is bad, Iggy.”


“Ace, what makes Ignis break out of his calm, cool, collected behavior?” Shitty drivers. ~Mod Ace

We’ve come a long way. We’ve come a lot further than Peggy in 1946, but we’ve still got a long way to go. In terms of equality in the workplace, equal pay for women, we’re still struggling in the Western world. We’re still struggling for women, not to mention globally. With the tremendous insight we’ve had over the past few years, the actual brutal suffering of women all over the world, there’s an actual need for women’s education, and women’s rights.
—  Hayley Freakin’ Atwell (aka Peggy Freakin’ Carter)