Anonymous said: What is 50 shades of grey about? And what's so bad about it?
50 Shades of Grey was originally fanfiction based on the Twilight series, which was then published as a novel (along with 2 subsequent books). It sold over 100 million copies around the world and topped best-seller lists everywhere. It’s about to be adapted into a film, set to come out early next year.
It follows a college student named Ana Steele, who enters a relationship with a man named Christian Grey and is then introduced to a bastardised and abusive parody of BDSM culture.
While the book is paraded as erotica, the relationship between Ana and Christian is far from healthy. The core mantra of the BDSM community is “safe, sane and consensual”, and 50 Shades is anything but. None of the rules of BDSM practices (which are put in place to protect those involved) are actually upheld. Christian is controlling, manipulative, abusive, takes complete advantage of Ana, ignores safe-words, ignores consent, keeps her uneducated about the sexual practices they’re taking part in, and a multitude of other terrible things. Their relationship is completely sickening and unhealthy.
Basically, “the book is a glaring glamorisation of violence against women,” as Amy Bonomi so perfectly put it.
It’s terrible enough that a book like this has been absorbed by people worldwide. Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture.
Boycott this fucking movie, for the love of god. These kinds of ideas are dangerous and set us back as a society
Basically this is what we were talking about yesterday, Addri
Give your fear a voice, that way it’s easier to tell it to fuck off….
my new favorite saying….
okay so my folks had picked out my name pretty early into finding out I was on the way. A few hours after I was born my dad left the hospital to go get my grandmas so they could meet me for the first time. My dad gets in his car, turns on the radio, and the station in NYC says that the band Boston is actually recording their newest album a few floors below them and they just got done with a song and wanted to let the station debut it as a way of saying thanks to station & all the fans for the support…that song was “Amanda”. And every year for my birthday my daddy plays it for me.
I’ve been having a pretty crappy week stressing about money for school and life in general. My Daddy just called me with the song playing in the background of his work truck to let me know he was thinking of me, how proud of me he is, that he loves me…..
Nights like this are when it really REALLY sucks to live 4 states away from him and my mom…
In response to a prompt i saw on here a while ago.
“She was taken almost two weeks ago, Colonel. I think she at least deserves for us to try,” Steve argued with Phillips. He’s already dressed in the suit, only missing the helmet and his shield.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to go with Rogers on this one, Colonel. Agent Carter is both a liable asset and a dear friend on my behalf. We wouldn’t want a repeat of the Captain’s first rescue, now would we, Colonel?” Howard piped up.
“We don’t have the time or resources to figure out which of those bloody facilities HYDRA took Agent Carter to,” Phillips replied, and then lowered his voice, “Listen, Peggy’s disappearance affects me too. I appreciate her toughness and iron grip as a woman. Heck, if she were my daughter I would be the proudest father on Earth. But there’s nothing we can do. The war waits for no one.”
“A touching conversation, gentlemen, but I’m afraid it’s entirely unnecessary: you’re late.”
Three pairs of eyes spin to take a look at the figure in the doorway, wondering if they had imagined the familiar voice.
But no, Peggy Carter stands there, a little worse for wear, but alive all the same. She’s wearing stolen army fatigues, minus the shirt. Instead, she’s wearing a grungy white wifebeater. Her hair is tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging limply in her face. She dumps a machine gun on the floor of the office and steps inside, closing the door behind her.
Now able to actually move and talk, the younger two men swarm her, asking questions as they each take in how pale she looks, or the cut on her cheekbone, or her swollen bottom lip. The scratches on both elbows. The gritty dust that coats her skin.
She sighs and looks at the Colonel as they swamp her with questions, but the older man merely shoots her an amused look.
“Stark, Captain- I’m fine. I’m alive and that’s all you are required to know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the showers until tomorrow morning,” Peggy tells them crisply, shoving both of them back a few steps. Well, shoving Howard. Steve didn’t budge.
She turns to leave, before she stops.
“Before I forget-,” she murmurs, and goes over to the map on the Colonel’s desk of all the HYDRA facilities. She locates one and in a single smooth move, plucks the little building off. “Won’t be needing that anymore.”
With that, she breezes out the room, leaving two pairs of shocked eyes staring after her, and one pair that crinkled in a way that spoke of amusement.
sorry not sorry but I just had to draw this because yess this ficlet just hits so many of my soft spots. Badass beat up dirty but still fabulous Peggy Carter mmmmmm
so in iron man 2
a little boy in an iron man helmet tries to shoot one of the rampaging suits with his lil toy flight stabilizers
in spider-man 2
a little boy puts on his spiderman suit and stands up against the rhino
that’s great for all the little boys in the theater, but you know what I want?
i want a little girl to help the heroes
i want a six-year old redhead to kick nat’s gun to her
i want a twelve-year old with braces and a lisp to shake cap back to consciousness
i want a nine-year old latina girl to take clint by the hand and walk him down unfamiliar streets back to the main fight
i want a sixteen-year old black girl to kick an enemy in the back of the knees to save sam wilson
because girls are sitting in that audience too
and they deserve to see that
markruffalo I know you can only do so much…but this needs to be seen by the right people….