speak up if someone interrupts their friend, especially their girl friend
apologize if they hurt someone or think that they did, even if they didn’t
not talk about sex, porn, war, bombing etc if someone says they don’t want to hear about that kind of thing or keep it to a minimum
let girls be gamers or athletes or whatever instead of calling them “girl gamers” or “girl athletes” because they can be a gamer and be a girl if they want
JUST BE NICE TO GIRLS OK
BE NICE TO PEOPLE
i know this seems a bit offensive but like 90% of the cis boys at my school don’t do these things, especially the fifth one. they just run their mouths and not do anything when someone says they don’t want to hear about whatever they’re saying because it makes them uncomfortable
If you want to forget the boy who broke your heart, here are 10 things you should NOT do:
Number 1, if you wanted to forget about him, maybe you shouldn’t have told your friends that you have a sort of frustrating crush on the guy you’ve been talking to lately. If you did, it’ll be the last time you’ll ever know peace. Before you realize it, your whole class knows, your teachers know, your family knows, your neighbors know–the president himself is in the process of knowing. Every time he walks by, you will be stripped of your composure. Your life will become a romcom onlookers tune in to.
2, do not think about the last text he sent you just before you go to bed. It’ll haunt you in your sleep and you’ll dream of his eyes, of his voice, the way his nose crinkles when he laughs, and it’ll leave you with fantasies impossible to come true.
3, do not stalk his social media accounts. Just don’t. Don’t look at his posts or, god forbid, his pictures. And for the love of all that is good, do not message him. It will lead to several awkward conversations that will leave you both giddy and mortified and you will find out that he uses too many emoticons and not enough words which means you don’t really understand what he means, but that he is more adorable than you first thought he was.
4, if you want to forget him, don’t smile back. Oh, it will be tempting, I know. After all, how can you resist when he smiles at you as if the sun itself resides in his chest? When he smiles like it’s the first and last time he will ever be happy? How can you not smile back, when he reminds you just exactly what happiness feels like?
5, do not associate songs with him. When your favorite song comes on, do not think of slow dancing to it with him. Do not imagine the two of you sharing earphones and listening to a playlist on repeat. Do not devote the lyrics like an ode to his laughter, do not think of him when you sing. Melodies are not supposed to echo a name.
6. do not name him “What If”. Do not think of all the ways he can make you better. Do not name him “Maybe”. Do not come up with reasons why he can love you just as fiercely. Do not name him “Almost”. Do not hope for something you damn well know could never be.
7, do not get jealous of the girl he laughs with. Do not compare yourself to the way she looks, how she’s thinner, prettier, more breathtaking than you will ever be. Do not look at his smile–it is the same smile he gives you. It is the same smile you’ve fallen in love with, the same smile you thought was meant for your eyes only. Do not get jealous of her. He was never yours to keep in the first place.
8, if you want to forget about him, do not cry over him. He’ll disappoint you again and again and again and I know it’ll hurt, god, how it hurts–but do not cry over him on the car ride home. Do not let them see that he has broken you. Don’t let them know you care. Don’t let heartbreak paint your face with mascara tears, do not cry yourself to sleep.
9, do not tell him how you feel. Do not tell him that he saved you when you couldn’t save yourself, don’t tell him you cared. Do not rearrange your words over and over in hopes his feelings will change. Do not wait for his answer. Do not save his reply, do not hurt yourself this way. You do not need a constant reminder that he does not love you back.
10, if you want to forget the boy who broke your heart, do not write about him. Do not immortalize the way he stood, the curl of his lips, the shade of his eyes. Do not make permanent the memory of his last words as he said goodbye. If you want to forget, do not write him poetry. Do not surrender the beauty of your metaphors. Do not make symbolisms about his name, do not compare him to stars. He is just a boy, who felt like a miracle in what little time you had together. He is just a boy. Do not give him the power of your words.
If you want to forget him, do not commit these mistakes. If you want to forget him, don’t do what I did.
like… is co-captaincy not a thing? did none of them think of it ? also, can someone please tie rip to a chair or something? the boy has been back for five seconds and is already ready to die - ‘again’ - for the rest of his team.
things that came with isak and even getting their own place:
them sleeping in. like a lot. even though they have to get up for school really early, isak always ends up dragging even back in bed, where they lay for another hour or so, which results in them coming fifteen minutes late for class basically every morning. but when they’re laying there, just the two of them, it’s totally worth it.
before they moved, isak was really excited about not having to live with noora, who would constantly tell him to wash his dishes or to pick up his dirty socks from the floor; now that they lived alone there would be no one to tell him what to do! at least, that’s what he thought. in reality, even is much worse than noora. he always wants everything to look cleaned up and whenever isak leaves dirty laundry on the floor, even always makes him pick it up, rewarding him with a kiss.
if they’re not out with friends partying or something like that, the nights on weekends are always spent watching movies, since even is such a big fan of them. most movies are really dramatic ones that always makes isak cry, even though he would never admit it.
the last time isak tried to cook, he almost set the kitchen on fire. so from that day, even is always the one cooking for them. and he’s an amazing cook. the whole house always smells amazing when even is in the kitchen, but isak always chooses to sit on the kitchen counter, as close to even as possible. and whenever even has a second or two, isak always manages to steal a kiss, which mostly ends in even getting too into it and slightly burning the sauce.
after even decides to buy a bluetooth speaker, there’s always music playing. whether it’s magnus who came over and started to play that song he found a while ago, completely made out of female moans, or quality rap music that isak and even both know all the words to, there’s always music playing.
neither of them really knows which clothes belongs to who anymore. they’ve shared a closet ever since even started living at the kollektiv back in december, and when they moved out they couldn’t really find a reason good enough to stop. besides, isak doesn’t really mind if his shirt smells like even.
the walls being kinda thin, so they keep getting visits from the homophobic elderly couple living next door, who tells them to keep it down at night, and that “two boys should not be doing those kind of things”. even usually just slams the door in their faces, since he knows that these kinds of comments still makes isak very anxious.
even helping isak with his homework!! even though they’re both very aware of the fact that even doesn’t really have straight a’s, so to say, even is still the very first person isak turns to if he has a question. and some nights, when isak has been studying way too poorly and the test is in like two days, even makes sure to stay home the whole night to quiz isak. when he gets enough and starts to get grumpy, even throws the book away and starts kissing isak all over.
make out sessions. lots of them. the movie they’re watching starting to get boring? make out session. even cooking an amazing meal for isak? make out session. neither of them being able to sleep? make out session.
even didn’t bring a lot of things from his old apartment to their new one. the only trace of evens old room are som posters of rappers, some souvenirs from trips he’s made, and, of course, the guitar. he loves just sitting beside isak on the couch while he’s on his phone, serenading him with songs that are way too cliche, and also trying to impress isak with some of the rap songs he’s learnt.
even loves to draw, so he draws almost constantly. one of his favorite objects to draw is, obviously, isak. he loves do catch isak doing or saying something funny, and immediately making a drawing out of it. isak always complains about it being pieces of papers and drawings all over their place, but to be honest, he doesn’t mind at all.
…and also, if even can’t come up with something to draw, he loves to write isak little love notes(where he usually just writes stuff like *du er digg*, and then bombs the paper with hearts)on stickies that he puts where it’s most likely for isak to find them.
their apartment is rather small, so no matter where they chose to be, they’re basically always together. but despite this, they always somehow manages to be in the same room. they don’t necessarily have to do something together, they’re just always in the same room. if isak is doing his homework in the kitchen, even is on the chair next to his, watching youtube silently on his phone. if even is watching one of his favorite documentaries that isak absolutely can’t stand, isak is still laying there, with his head in evens lap, trying to solve a rubiks cube.
things boys should be able to do without being descriminated
wear skirts, wear makeup, have long hair, enjoy flowers, wear pink, be pastel-y, express emotions, wear dresses, cry, paint their nails, giggle !, do any actions considered feminine that could “break their masculinity”
Requested by Anon: Can you do a Dean x reader please? Maybe they have an
argument because dean doesn’t want the reader helping in the hunt because he’s
scared she’ll get hurt but she thinks it’s because he doesn’t believe in her.
She goes on the hunt and ends up taking a bullet/getting hurt to protect him?
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam
Word Count: ~1300
Warnings: Language, some angst, little violence, injured reader, fluff
A/N: Alright. This is my first time writing Dean. I struggled a bit but I’ll get better. Go easy on me. And to the anon that requested it, I hope it was good enough. Feedback is always welcome. I have a tag list now. Send me an ask if you want to be added. Also, big thanks for @amanda-teaches for reading this over for me and providing her Dean expertise.
You stood next to the Impala with your arms crossed over your chest, glaring at Dean. You’d gone with him and Sam on this hunt, but, the minute they realized the vampire’s M.O, Dean had benched you. “Y/N, for the last time, you’re staying here. Go back inside and wait for us in the room.” Dean said, his voice low and forceful. You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at him. He knew better than to talk to you like a child.
“Excuse me, Mr. Winchester, but I’ve been hunting for six years. I don’t need to be sidelined. I can handle this.” You shot back at him. Dean pushed a hand through his hair and looked away from you, clearly frustrated with this conversation. He stared at the blinking sign of the motel for a minute and then looked back at you with a sigh.
“Babe, just go back inside and do some research or something, okay? Please? It won’t kill you to sit this one out.” He was still clearly frustrated with you but he’d softened a bit. You still weren’t going to stand for it, but you could let him think he would have his way. You pushed away from the Impala and threw your hands in the air in surrender.
“You know what? Fine, Dean. I’ll stay here and sit on my ass. But if you get into trouble, don’t call me to come help.” You rolled your eyes at him and walked back into the motel room, slamming the door. Outside, Sam and Dean got into the car and drove off towards the nest. Once you were satisfied they were far enough down the road, you grabbed your machete from your duffel and left the motel. It took a while to get to the nest on foot but, thankfully, you’d been the one to find it in the first place, so you didn’t get lost and waste more time. You heard the sounds of fighting from within the abandoned farmhouse and crept up to peek in a window. Dean was taking on two vamps at once and the dumbass had lost his machete, so he was basically just stalling for time. Sam was too busy fighting his own pair of vamps to help his brother. Of-fucking-course, you thought to yourself.
Teach boys not to rape? Or teach feminists not to be unrealistic, entitled morons?
Rape is an outrage that cannot be and is not tolerated in civilized societies. This does not mean a woman can be excused from her responsibilities in this age of sexual freedom. Society is not responsible for the immature and half-baked thinking of people who have transferred their desire for ideology, from religion to feminism.
In the sixties, college feminists rebelled against the strict protection by the college administration. The administration felt they had the obligation to supervise, monitor and protect female students and keep them safe. They told these feminists that the world is dangerous and it’s their obligation to protect them against rape. The feminists wanted no part of it. They demanded for the administration to let them risk being raped. That is true freedom. That is what the sexual revolution gave to women.
They had their freedom and equality. They were empowered. And this is about where feminism fucked it all up. Feminism should have gone on to encourage women that now they are as sexually liberated as men, they must now protect themselves as a man would, they must now see the world with a realistic view as a man would, they must hold themselves accountable for their actions as a man would, they must be as defensive and hyper aware of their surroundings as a man would.
Instead, feminists turned to the process of demanding for protection and paternalism from both the government and the college administrations. They have drawn the parent figures feminists once liberated themselves from back into their everyday lives, they have locked themselves in safe spaces and today define rape as anything they don’t like. This is one of the most infantile faults of today’s feminism. There are great responsibilities that come with freedom and one of them is you must take responsibility for your own actions and self-defense, just as men do. This is what I call empowerment yet feminism avoids it at all costs.
A second issue with feminism’s lack of responsibility is sexual communication. Sexual communication is far more than just words. You communicate through your body, through the clothes you wear, it’s an obvious fact. This goes for both men and women. Women are of course entitled to wear whatever they want (unless you’re a Muslim woman, sorry ladies), so I encourage (most) women to wear as little and dress as flamboyantly as they desire. But you have to be ready to defend and be aware of the dangers of the world around you. You simply cannot do whatever you want and expect to be safe from harm just because you’re a woman, this is not how the world works, not now and not ever, it’s totally naive and narcissistic to hold such expectations.
If you’re going to wear practically nothing and walk home alone at night while being sickeningly intoxicated, the responsibility does not fall onto every man and society, the responsibility remains with you and your decision to be stupid enough to put yourself in such a vulnerable situation. We tell men not to be stupid and be prepared for the consequences of their actions, why is it wrong to tell women the same thing? It’s as if it’s wrong to tell a woman to be an adult.
If a white man walks around a black neighborhood at night, stumbling drunk, holding bags overflowing with a million dollars, wearing loads of expensive jewellery and say he gets robbed by a black person. Would we say it’s every black person’s job to make sure it never happens again to another white person? Should we tell black children not to grow up to be robbers and teach only black children in schools how to suppress their urges to steal from people? Because this is what feminists demand of men and boys. Or should we do the sensible thing and agree that it was a horrible crime, call for the perpetrator to be punished while at the same time telling people not to walk home drunk and alone at night while carrying huge sacks of cash around? Would we still call this victim blaming? Or would it be responsible advice?
For every thousand men there could be one psychotic who doesn’t live by Western laws and values and whether you like it or not, man or woman, you have to take accountability for your choices, you have to take safety and prevention into your own hands and you have to be prepared to defend yourself. You have to be prepared to defend yourself against not all men but that one psychotic, just as the poor chap in the story should be told to not defend himself against all blacks, just against the one psychotic who was willing to ignore the law and rob him.
Feminism has become pathetic and shameful for denying women should be held accountable for their actions and refusing for women to be held to the same standards and expectations as men. All of feminism’s energy instead goes into protecting the helpless upper middle class girls of all races attending prestigious universities and who expects the world to be as safe and comfortable as their bedroom, who expects the government to give everything to her for free, from birth control to tampons, her education and legal costs, all because feminism has made her believe it’s owed to her.
She’s been coddled by her parents, she’s coddled by her university and the government and she expects to go into the world with no accountability or awareness as she can’t even imagine a world where she has to fend for herself. She expects the entire world to be reduced to her own child-like, risk-averse puppet show where she must never be hurt or offended. What she doesn’t realize is her bourgeois expectations of the world are proof of her phenomenal privilege and entitlement and it’s this level of arrogance which leads her to feel so at home with feminism.
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or
clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll
always be his “Thee rak”.
Y/N: Here’s the new chapter, sorry if It’s a bit slow but I don’t want to
rush since I have to develop characters and relationships. Thanks so much to
all the people who read, liked or reblogged the first part! You’ve been really
sweet! ^^ As always, If someone wants to tell me its opinion you’re more than
welcome; for a writer, words of encouragement or how to improve are always
Hope you enjoy it!
P.S.: Give a lot of love to that small sweet bean of BamBam, he deserves it
so much ♥
Perfectly straight, parted on the left side and
a pretty little blondie tightened at his arm toyed with his earrings whispering
how much she loved that colour on him because “It perfectly describes your
soul, believe me!” –which meant she belonged to the literature class, poetry
course probably; or she thought that the only way to steal his heart was the
sweetness- whatever it was, you rolled your eyes and badly suffocated a laugh,
shaking your head before going back to your reading.
Honestly I love the McElroys specifically because they are proof that you don’t have to be a dickhole to be funny
People act like you do, and honestly offensive humor is just an easy out for people who don’t know how to be genuinely funny. It’s a shortcut for people who don’t know how to put in the work
But the McElroys are genuinely hilarious and work at being non-offensive. They’re not perfect but nobody is, and the main thing is that they genuinely try. After “Petals to the Metal” ended, I was disappointed in the use of the “bury your gays” trope, but continued to listen. Shortly thereafter, they introduced a canonical relationship between two important female characters, and I had a sneaking suspicion that it was to make up for the use of that trope.
Sure enough, sometime later, Griffin admitted to finding out about this trope later on and took responsibility. And while he didn’t outright say Killian/Carey was an apology for this (that I’ve seen), I think it was. He messed up and tried to make up for that.
I’m not like… Trying to over top top praise the boys for things everyone should be doing. But I do love the McElroys, and I love that they are living proof that you can be hilarious, successful, and genuinely try to do the right things.