this woman is my heroine

Imma rant a little bit here, sorry in advance.

I took my cousin to see Wonder Woman tonight. Having grown up a fan of DC, and of Wonder Woman in particular, and having already seen the movie earlier in the week, I was more excited to see my girl’s reaction to the movie. And it was everything I’d ever hoped for. She loves it as much as I do, which is great, because she deserves a kickass hero. What wasn’t so great? The man she overheard coming out of the theater claiming that Wonder Woman was terrible, and why was it directed towards girls. I watched her slump and felt so pissed off over the whole thing. And my good sir, I finally got my thoughts together, so here you are. Here is why Wonder Woman needed to happen.

I grew up seeing my body sexualized by directors, by artists, by the mass media. I grew up in a boys playground. My heroes had massive boobs (I’m looking at you Power Girl), and perfect butts, and never, not once looked like any woman I knew.

It starts with Leia. It starts with a wonderful and strong woman that is mostly portrayed wearing the gold bikini. Not in a large portion of the movies, but certainly by the media.

It starts with Uhura. It starts with her miniskirt, it starts with the way she is seen, skirt hiked up in art, half naked in the movie.

It starts with Rey, who is the main character, who has no merchandise.

It starts with Buffy, who looks demure while holding a fucking stake.

It starts with Black Widow’s major character development being that she can’t have babies.

It starts with every Bond girl, with every movie that tells girls that they need a man to be happy, with every story where the woman is always secondary, never the hero.

It starts with female characters being written by men, men who take them, men who make them into their fantasies. Men who claim that this is equality.

It starts with a little girl whose heroes are never the main character, whose heroes are sexualized for men’s pleasure.

It ends with Wonder Woman. It ends with a movie where we no longer have shots of our hero for men’s pleasure. It ends where we have a hero who isn’t secondary, who isn’t scantily clad, and who absolutely kicks ass.

It ends here. With Diana of Themyscira leading the way, showing us all what Woman can be, who is so strong, whose thighs jiggle, who reminded us that men are unnecessary for pleasure.

It ends here. And this is where everything begins.

you whats a good trope i want more of?

cute boy who does the right thing (normally) like saving damsels and making the sacrifice play and all that jazz. he is really just a big sweetie. full of good morals. he’s smart and resourceful and a natural leader. he is gorgeous and well mannered. he can usually win in a fight. he is Very Good at His Job which is something painfully heroic like a soldier or a knight or some shit. basically would totally be the protagonist in literally ANY story but the one they’re in 

except their girlfriend is just so goddamn amazing and brings all of this plot with her that they never stood a chance of being the main character 

at all

so essentially it’s a character who has all the traits of the classic hero but instead fulfills the literary role of damsel in distress. 

they have to be saved. a lot. but they love their heroine gf so it’s cool


Remembering Gene Tierney on her birthday.

(November 19th 1920 — November 6th 1991)

There are many ways to fail. Some reject success, and others do not recognise it when success comes.”

Heroine from the future (part I)

[Hi guys!! First of all, I have to say that this is my first fanfic that I EVER wrote so I’m not so good at it, but I had this idea in my head for a long time so….I decided to do this anyway!! Hope you’ll like it!!

P.S. I’m not an English native speaker, so I apologize in advance for my mistakes here!!]

Fandom: BnHA, Pairing: Izuocha

Words: 1157

Rate: T

Pitch black.

Everything was pitch black. Like when you are in a small room, with door and window both shutted down, so that not even a flebile ray of light can be filtered in there. Even that pressure, the one that you would instinctively feel when you find yourself completely surrounded by the darkness, was there. She could clearly feel it, but she could not understand why.

She began to ask herself if she was sleeping after all, so that she could explain to herself that all the darkness she saw was there because she simply had her eyes closed, nothing less; so she obviously tried to open her eyes, but it seemed that just this basic action would cost her a lot of energy and she again could not understand why so. But she knew that her answer would be found once she could open her own eyes, she just knew it. Like that pressure feeling that she was still feeling even now.

So, with a lot of struggle, she finally managed to open her eyes.

Her vision was very blurry at first, so she was not able to focus very well on her surroundings. She blinked a few times and, little by little, she began to see more clearly. She felt a bit of an headache, like when you’ve not had enough sleep and so, with one hand rubbing her head, slowly with the help of the other hand, she put herself on a sitting position, so that she could better understand what was really happening in there.

She found herself sitting on a bed, covered with white sheets in a room that she didn’t recognize as hers.

-”…Wait…..If this is not my room, then where I am now?….”-

She was just starting to panic with this thought when suddenly the door opened, to which she impulsively reacted with covering herself with the sheets, even tough she instantly noticed she was luckily wearing clothes (still not hers though); a middle-aged woman came into view and, as soon as she saw her awake, she lighted up, smiling to her;

-”Ooh finally you woke up sweetie! I was beginning to think that you were feeling much more worse than I thought, but now I think that your face has definitely a much better colour than before! How do you feel?”-

The girl listened to her without saying a word, too much confused by this situation, she didn’t even know who this woman was!!

The middle-aged woman saw her dstrustful look and quickly added:

-”You must be very scared now finding yourself in a room that isn’t yours and seeing a person that you don’t know talking to you so suddenly like this, but don’t worry my dear, I don’ t mean any harm to you. I know that in this situation someone like me could be easily seen as suspicious, but please believe me!”- she finished, looking at her very worriedly.

Nervously, the girl intensely stared at the woman, pondering if she could really believe in her, an utter stranger who was claiming that she didn’t want to do any harm to her, when rationally speaking it would be the very first though someone would definitely have had in a situation like this, but…..Her expression seemed really concerned and her kindness genuine and so, internally, she decided to believe in her.

-”……I believe in you, ma’am. Honestly I can’t remember anything of how I ended up here in your home like this, so….Could you explain to me what’s happened?”-

Reassured, the middle-aged woman begin to explain: -“Of course, sweetie. I was just about to leave my home to do some shopping, when I found you almost uncoscious near my fence, so I rushed to you but you collapsed just in time when I caught you before falling down. You were a bit beat-up, as you’ve just escaped from an incident, your clothes were a lot messed up and wrecked, so I changed you with some of my daughter’s clothes - who’s just about your age - trying not to wake you up and put you sleeping on the bed……I was beginning to worry because you’ve been uncoscious for the last two hours, but just when I was about to check, I’ve found you awake and in a better shape than before! What a relief, really!!”- she concluded, very relieved now that the girl was really ok now.

Now the girl was desperately trying to remember why and how she ended up like that, she had the feeling she was forgetting something really important.

- ”Really, thank you for everything ma’am, you probabily just saved me here, even tough I still can’t remember well what’s happened to me…..For istance, was I able to say something to you before I could collapse? Maybe it would help me to remember something….”- said the girl, hoping frantically that it would be really the case.

The kind woman closed her eyes, in an attempt to concentrate on thinking over again when she had caught her just in time, when suddenly she said -:”…Now that I think about it, there’s something that you said just before you fainted, but….I’m not sure if I heard that well….”- she appered honestly confused.

Frantically, the girl pleaded -:”  Please ma’am, tell me anything you remember I’ve said, it could be really important now for me!!”-

The middle-aged woman looked at her, still carrying a confused expression on her face -:”….I’m not sure about this, but you seemed like you were desperately asking for help to someone… some “Deku” or something like this, I don’t know…”-

All at once, every single missing piece of the puzzle in the girl’s head went to the right place. Just listening to that name, she now was able to recollect exactly every particular of what has really happened to her.

A sudden attack.

A very strong villain.

Lots of injured people.

Pro-heroes in deep struggling.

Quirk that could warp spacetime.


Without any warning, she stood up, scaring the poor woman: -” Thank you ma’am, really. You’ve helped me a lot more than you could ever think, but now I absolutely have to go, I need to hurry!”- she urgely begin to direct herself towards the door, a panicked look on her face. Then she suddenly stopped and asked: -” I’m so sorry for all of this, I can’t really explain now to you what’s going on, but I have to ask you my last favours; if you could give me back my ruined clothes and also tell me exactly where we are now, please.”-

The kind woman, still recovering from the girl sudden reaction, nodded and hectically leaved the room, going to recollect the requested things. She came back really soon -: “Currently you are near the Shizuoka prefecture. Can you directionate yourself well, my dear?”- she asked, giving a little package to the girl, a very worried look on her face.

-”….Yes ma’am, don’t worry. Someone I know very well lived in this area before so I think I won’t have any problems.”- The name she heared just a moment before echoed in her head. Strangely.

The middle-aged woman stared intently at the girl, like she was pondering on something in her mind.

-”….My dear, I was just guessing……Are you a pro-heroine by chance?”-

A bit surprised, the girl replied: “Yes ma’am, but how….?”-

-”Just an intuition, my dear….”- she genuinely smiled to her- “And also your clothes, though they were very ruined, they just looked like a hero costume. I won’t pry any further on your own circumstances, but are you sure you’re really fine now? You were in a very pretty bad shape when I found you….”-

The girl, very touched by her kindness, tried to smile convincingly: “Yes ma’am, I’m fine now, really. I sincerly apologize for all the trouble and I’m really grateful to you. I don’t know what to say anymore to thank you enough for everything you did for me so far. But now….”-

-”…You have to go.”- the kind woman interrupted- “ I understand, sweetie. You can go now. Please, be safe.”-

-”You too ma’am. Goodbye and thank you!!- The girl lastly smiled and, once she exited from that house, she begin to run as fast as she could.

-”…….Really….How a lovely girl like you, who thanked me so many times, could not be a heroine, my dear?” the kind woman said smiling to no one in particular, still staring outside her fence.


Panting very hard, the heroine still continued to run at full speed, attracting quite a number of stares, but she couldn’t care less now about something like this, she needed to hurry, and very fast.

She needed to ask for help, the situation was very bad and she knew that alone she could not be able to solve anything.

She could only think to one place where she could really be sure to find the right help she needed.

She just needed to go to U.A.

>>[Part II]

Also on now!!


Sorrow of a day

knocked on our door

since the early morning

in a second you opened your eyes

And you knew

this won’t be easy

with three children

one still on your arm

But you made it through the day

And another and another

There’s just so much I want to say

Cause you deserve it, deserve it

You are clearly the bravest woman I’ve ever known

You are the rainbow rising after the heaviest storm

A star shining way up high to light the winding road

You are the bravest woman I am lucky to know

Tragedy of a night

came in suddenly

from all the baddest news

this one was the most heart-breaking to hear

But you hide it safe

locked for all these years

not to see your kids hurting

hurting like you did

And so you made it through the night

And another and another

There’s just so much I want to shout

Cause you’re my heroine, true heroine

You are clearly the bravest woman I’ve ever known

You are burning flames of fire when the night gets cold

A blooming flower growing strong down the road

You are the bravest woman I am lucky to know


Remembering Gene Eliza Tierney on her birthday.

(November 19th 1920November 6th 1991)

Life is not a movie. But I do not make that point in a sad or regretful way. I can only wonder, if my life had been a movie, would a director have cast Gene Tierney to play the part? The bitter with the sweet makes for a better part.

anonymous asked:

How does it feel to be a transphobic piece of shit? If you did any research you would see the LGBT community has gotten to where it is on the backs of trans women. We owe so much to them, and you're going to disrespect and undermine them like this? That's so heartbreaking

Gay people have been fighting before Stonewall as well. The Stonewall Riots started because of a wonderful lesbian called Storme DeLarverie.

I owe them nothing. I owe nothing to homophobes who tell me I am a vagina fetishist.

Newsflash for your white western centered mind but I am not from the US either. I did not get my rights because a trans woman decided to sleep off her heroin high on a bench. Oops, was that too shady, Sylvia?