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searchingforknowledge: Fifteen rape victims have formed...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:41:29 +0200

searchingforknowledge:

Fifteen rape victims have formed martial arts movement and are prepared to confront abusers if no one listens to their complaints…

A GROUP of women are fighting back against the sickening culture of rape which they say infects India. Fifteen determined females – all victims themselves – have trained in martial arts and are prepared to hand out rough justice if no one listens to their complaints. And the movement, called the Red Brigade, is growing rapidly following the gang rape and murder of medical student Jyoti Singh Pandey that horrified the world.

In a nation where a woman is reportedly raped every 20 minutes, the group’s leader Usha Vishwakarma said: “We are fighting back – and the boot is now on the other foot.” Member Sufia Hashmi, 17, said: “We’ve caught a lot of men recently. I joined because men always used to pass comments on me and touch my body but now we beat them and they run.”

Like the other members in the northern city of Lucknow, 25-year-old Usha has first-hand experience of the daily dangers women face in the huge nation – a teacher tried to rape her when she was 18. She said: “He grabbed me and tried to open my trousers. I kicked him in the crotch and ran.” Usha complained to staff but they told her to forget it and allowed her attacker to carry on teaching. She said: “Many parents tell girls to quit school so there will be no sexual violence. But we said no – this has to stop. We decided to form a group to fight for ourselves, not just complain.” MORE

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Tue, 21 May 2013 08:29:50 +0200

jetgirl78: Lisa: I really want this, me and you. I’ve never...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:27:13 +0200

jetgirl78:

Lisa: I really want this, me and you. I’ve never felt like this before! Let’s tell everyone!
— Nina’s Heavenly Delights (2006)

ladysnarkbite: Thanks a whole hell of a lot, Pete!

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:08:33 +0200

ladysnarkbite:

Thanks a whole hell of a lot, Pete!

"What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:12:01 +0200

“What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?”

- For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl (via oitheresawargoingonhere)

Realist shit you’ll ever read.

(via avocadh0e)

I’m usually not all feminist on my blog but real talk.

(via economichitwoman)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:12:30 +0200

"Laurie Penny’s Saudade There are more of us than you think, kicking off our high-heeled shoes to..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:13:55 +0200

“

Laurie Penny’s Saudade

There are more of us than you think, kicking off our high-heeled shoes to run and being told not so fast

The best minds of my generation consumed by craving, furious half naked starving-

Who ripped tights and dripping make up smoked alone in bedsits bare mattresses waiting for transfiguration.

Who ran half dressed out of department stores yelling that we didn’t want to be good and beautiful

Who glowing high and hopeful were the last to leave the gig our skin crackling with lust and sweat and pure music

Who wrote poetry on each other’s arms and cared more about fucking than being fuckable

Who worked until our backs stiffened and our limbs sang with the memory of misbehaviour that was what it was to be a woman

Who dared to dance until dawn and were drugged and raped by men in clean T-shirts and woke up scared and sore to be told it was our fault

Who swallowed bosses’ patronizing side-eyes stole away from violent broken boys in the middle of the night and vowed never again to try to fix the world one man at a time

Who slammed down the tray of drinks and tore off our aprons and aching smiles and went scowling out into the streets looking for change

Who stripped in dark rooms for strangers’ anodyne dollars because we wanted education and were told we were traitors

Who sat faces upturned to the glow of the network searching searching for strangers who would call us pretty

Who bared our breasts to hidden cameras and fought and fought and fought to be human

Who waited in grim hallways with synth-pop crackling over the speaker system for the doctor to call us clutching fistfuls of pamphlets calling us sluts whores murderers

Who crossed continents alone with knapsacks full of books bare limbs clear-eyed vision running running from the homes that held our mothers down

Who filled notebooks with gibberish philosophy and scraps of stories and cameras to prove we were there keeping our novels and the name of out children close to our hearts

Who were told all our lives that we were too loud too tisky too fat too ugly too scruffy too selfish too much too and refused to take up less space refused to be still refused refused refused to be tame

Who would never be still. Who would never shut up. Who were punished for it and spat and snarled and they shook the bars of our cages until they snapped and they called us wild and crazy and we laughed with mouths open hearts open hands open and would never not ever be tame.

Sara, I’m with you in hospital, in the narroe rooms where you have put off your veil to count your ribs through your T-shirt, short hair and secrets and quiet defiance crying together that we don’t know how to be perfect-

Lara, I’m with you in mandatory art therapy, where we draw pictures of weeping cocks and are told we are not making progress-

Lila, I’m with you in a north London bathdroom, watchhing unreal maggots crawl in the cuts in your arms and listening to your girlfriend drunk and raging through the wall-

Andy, I’m with you in Bethnal Green where you love ambitious angry women with heart brain pen fingers tongue and you have a line from Nietzche tattooed over your cunt-

Adele, I’m with you in the student occupation, with your lipstick and cloche hat and teenage lisp drawling that there’s not enough fucking in this revolution and we must take action-

Kay, I’m with you on the night bus, half drunk and high dragging bright-eyed boys home to our bed, where we watch them worn out sleeping and whisper that we will never be married-

Katie, I’m with you in Zuccotti Park, where a broken heart is less important than a broken laptop is less important than a broken future and we watch the cops beating kids bloody on the pavement for daring to ask for more-

Tara, I’m with you in Islington where you have thrown all your pretty dresses out of the window and flushed your medication so you can write and write-

Alex, I’m with you and a bottle of Scotch at two in the morning when you tell me that no man will make us live for ever and we must seduce the city the country the world-

We are always hungry.

There are more of us than you think.

”

- Laurie Penny’s Saudade, from Fifty Shades of Feminism (via mollycrabapple)

So good.

(via neil-gaiman)

Kanjis are killing my brain. Send help or I shall perish before I even take this exam.

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:28:16 +0200

Kanjis are killing my brain.

Send help or I shall perish before I even take this exam.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 13:43:21 +0200

Two days before the Japanese exam. Today is Kanji day. I need a miracle. Or coffee.

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:29:25 +0200

Two days before the Japanese exam.

Today is Kanji day.

I need a miracle. Or coffee.

admiralwithoutships: Fancast meme: Firefly → 1 of 8 alternate...

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:53:56 +0200

admiralwithoutships:

Fancast meme: Firefly → 1 of 8 alternate universe premises

1920s - “So, what are we doing?” “Crime!”

After fighting in the trenches of the Great War, Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne open a restaurant in Manhattan. Serenity’s a bit dingy and a lot disreputable-looking, but it is a front for a speakeasy and other not-so-legal enterprises. Jayne Cobb’s intimidatin’ person makes public relations a breeze, and no one on the East Coast is half the getaway driver Hoban “Wash” Washburne is. Kaylee Frye’s young, but she’s a genius when comes to keeping Serenity running. Good thing too, no one else has a clue how restaurants and speakeasies work. Inara Serra lends the operation some respectability. Can’t be too bad a place if you’ve got a talented jazz singer, right? Things get a little complicated when the Tam siblings come crashing through with the Bureau of Investigation hot on their heels. Simon gave up a glittering surgical career to break River out of a fancy government-funded boarding school upstate. He says they were messing with her mind. Whether or not that’s true, she’s definitely a bit in the way of Zelda Fitzgerald. It’s a heap of trouble, but the crew doesn’t have to explain gunshot wounds to nosy nurses anymore. For some reason, Derrial Book’s hanging around, and he knows an awful lot about shady folk and their ways for a pastor. Not much they can do about that: the guy’s a real help. Still, it ain’t easy. Plans never go smooth and it’s a bit too easy to catch a bullet between the eyes, especially when everyone in town thinks you’re a man of honor in a den of thieves. But at the end of the day, after they’ve outrun cops and outgunned competition, they still got Serenity. It ain’t much, but it’s enough.

You guys, I just realised something

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:48:02 +0200

joanne-kellys-ass:

kendralynora:

If Bering and Wells becomes cannon in this final season, that means that the show won’t have time to write HG leaving both the Warehouse and Myka to work in Africa, Myka flying through a car window, almost dying, straight after she proposes to HG, HG losing a limb in the same plane crash that kills Pete, and finally, HG cheating on Myka because she’s sad about her amputation!

Faces of jealousy

angrynerdyblogger: do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything...

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:49:43 +0200

angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

Why did I even start to study Japanese anyway? WHY???

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:48:05 +0200

Why did I even start to study Japanese anyway?

WHY???

alrighttwoweeks: Nerdsbian? Nerdsbian! I just made a new word.

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:42:45 +0200

alrighttwoweeks:

Nerdsbian? Nerdsbian! I just made a new word.

takudazai: Irisa’s throwing knives from the show Defiance. CNC...

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:32:18 +0200

takudazai:

Irisa’s throwing knives from the show Defiance. CNC aluminum, hand finished.

Free Tee Friday!

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:28:05 +0200

threadless:

This week’s Free Tee Friday is brought to you by the great city of Monstropolis!

Reblog this post for a chance to win any of our new Monsters Inc. tees in your size. Don’t worry, we told Roz there wouldn’t be any paperwork involved!

Reblog this if you'll still be active in the Warehouse 13 fandom after the last episode airs

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:30:27 +0200

absedarian:

fuckyeahpikacha:

I’ll more than likely be a wreck of apples and chess pieces and manip the rest of my life away

I’ll be here … well, after a short recovery period. We’ll manip and write our own WH13 universe until WE say it’s over …

scagnetism: racethewind10: themysteryvanishing: how do you say goodbye to a show, a fandom that...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:39:42 +0200

scagnetism:

racethewind10:

themysteryvanishing:

how do you say goodbye to a show, a fandom that knows you better than anyone else?

i wish i knew.

REALLY ROSA????

#IT’S LIKE BURNING DOWN A WAREHOUSE WITH A SHIP TRAPPED INSIDE

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Thu, 16 May 2013 18:40:46 +0200