honey i’m not your  h o n e y  p i e | my reign as queen bitch from hell begins {listen}

Posted July 23, 2014 @ 18:24 VIA - SOURCE


day four | favorite ship: erik x charles

"Where’s your telepath friend?"
"Gone. Left a bit of a gap in my life, if I’m to be honest."


Posted July 23, 2014 @ 13:48 VIA - SOURCE


imagine steve rogers finding out people were saying that girls and women shouldn’t wear captain america merchandise and uploading a youtube video of him that consists of like seven minutes of him reading the stupid comments out loud in silly voices and laughing

Posted July 23, 2014 @ 13:39 VIA - SOURCE


dogs are probably the most important thing in the world to me okay don’t fuck with dogs they’re furry and warm and they just want to love you and be loved they sit on your chest and lick your face and cuddle you when you’re sad do not fuck with dogs i will descend upon you with the fury of a thousand wolves

Posted July 23, 2014 @ 09:12 VIA


The Chronicle of Higher Education is falling all over itself to satire the idea of college courses requiring trigger warnings, all the while failing to actually recognise what a trigger warning is.  It’s all, “Catholics and Wiccans shouldn’t come to class on the day we deal with the Salem Witch Trials because lol, religious violence, you’ll be so offended.”

The amount of my colleagues and soon-to-be colleagues who think that academia should be a harsh, unforgiving space for students in order to prepare them for “the real world,” who seem to derive most of their pedagological stance from the power of shocking students and silencing students who have life experience that is not white, middle-class, male normative, and who believe that the proper response to calls for awareness and sensitivity is mockery astounds me.  Having sat through classes where professors graphically described rape in literature and history, who allowed young men to wax philosophic about why the woman in question deserved it, and who rejected heartily the idea that discussion guidelines might be merited for helping students respectfully engage with graphic and disturbing topics, I wonder at the state of the profession.  As if there aren’t enough road blocks for people to get an education in this country.  As if students aren’t already vulnerable.  As if we need more reasons to purge students who are not from safe, comfortable backgrounds with enough privilege to counter-act violence in their lives from the academy.  We need to make it harder, apparently.  Because higher education is already such a cakewalk if you’re the “diversity” candidate.

If, as statistics suggest, 25% of women will be victims of sexual violence in their lifetime, and if a large percentage of those violent acts happen on college campuses, and if we presume a 50/50 split of any given lecture section, then 1/8th of any given classroom could be victims of sexual violence.  And that does not include statistics on male rape, or child sexual abuse.  Consider as well the amount of veterans going to college, who could be seriously triggered by unexpected graphic violence, and the amount of students who come to the academy from places near and far where brutal violence is part of their life to date.  Are we really endorsing a pedagological method that potentially alienates 1/8th of a classroom, if not more, just so that a professor doesn’t have to “show their cards” and warn that the topic at hand might be graphic and difficult?

As I’ve said elsewhere, maybe I’m just a bleeding heart liberal.  Maybe I’m an overly sensitive survivor of sexual assault.  Maybe I’ve had enough classes in African-American history with professors who thought the kind, sensitive thing to do was to warn the day before they showed graphic photographs of lynchings.  Maybe I’m too influenced by my WWII history professor who had a break before showing us graphic footage of concentration camps and told everyone who needed to not see that stuff should go get a coffee and come back in 20 minutes.  Maybe I value students too much as individuals with life experiences at which I cannot guess, and I feel strongly that they need to make decisions about what they can and cannot handle on a given day — adult decisions.  Maybe I’m too influenced by the coddling of film, television, and music ratings, warning when things are going to be of a graphic violent or sexual nature.  Maybe I’m too wrapped up in the cotton wool of screening materials so as to be the most germane to the topic and the least graphic.  Maybe that’s all true. 

Or maybe, just maybe, I think that if one can’t warn students in one’s syllabus on the first day that the class is going to deal with topics of rape, sexual violence, physical violence, genocide, or other disturbing topics that one is not really interested in getting students to understand one’s content.  The only aim is to shock them, and feel like that’s done something powerful.  And if that’s the only methodology of instruction one has as a professor, then one’s training and fitness to be in a position of authority over students ought to perhaps be interrogated.

Posted July 23, 2014 @ 04:36 VIA - SOURCE

today’s theme has been: crying about fictional characters. tomorrow’s theme will also probably be: crying about fictional characters.

i’m goin to bed will try to be more productive tomorrow

Posted July 22, 2014 @ 23:04


 (via marvelobsessions)

That’s why I love it so much though.  Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child.  He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died.  And to him, that was maybe ten days ago.  Just — ten days ago, he died.  Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault.  Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio.  Ten days ago, he was still in 1945.  He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him.  And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.

Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on.  The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him?  Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then.  All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again.  Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos.  Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky.  Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall.  Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.

He’s only twenty-six.

I just made myself sad.

Posted July 22, 2014 @ 22:55 VIA - SOURCE


veliseraptor I hope you are still awake to see seal cafe

I actually have no idea if that means cafe seal but I saw this place and thought of you

Posted July 22, 2014 @ 22:52 VIA


never go in a cave with dr-erland. she (a) is spiders georg and (b) will lead you to your death at the hands of lovecraftian humanoid monsters.

Posted July 22, 2014 @ 22:51 VIA - SOURCE

that black widow hoodie is totally something that I could put a donate button on my blog for right

Posted July 22, 2014 @ 22:51