When I was in high school we did an english unit on Octavia Butler and the teacher told us hey btw. You should call her "Butler" in your essays. Sometimes students call female writers by their first names unconsciously, but that's not acceptable. If you wouldnt call them William or Ernest you shouldn't call her Octavia.

And I was like cool whatever I was gonna call her Butler anyways. But that moment has stuck with me for my whole life because once you start seeing ppl calling women by their first names where men would be called by their last names you literally never stop seeing it.

the outpouring of concern for this poor creature

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it seems that a lot of times people telling someone to “get therapy” envision the ideal outcome of this to be essentially like lobotomizing the person in question

oh ok forgot to mention but morena isn't featured prominently in this clip but trust me she's there! here are some stills upcoming

and bonus:

(can you tell how much i love drawing people in profile. can you tell.)

aaahh thank you so much @chainusser !!! yeah i was really going for "oh-god-we're-all-doomed-aren't-we" vibe. and rest assured, kurapika will definitely be there! he'll have his turn in the spotlight later on in the song :)

and thank you once again for your feedback!!!

new better call saul spin-off:  a demolition crew in albuquerque is destroying the ground of the old meth lab seeking the legendary heisenberg’s treasure. they find an old ornate coffin at the bottom of it, with the words ‘LALO’ engraved on it. noting that it’s locked from inside, they decide to open it as the sun is about to set…

we see a little kid in florida stealing a pie from a windowsill. a dramatic close-up reveals the legendary mcgill birthmark…

i think MORE characters should be rape survivors. i think more characters should be csa survivors. i think more characters should be dv survivors. i think strong and noble and attractive and charming and brilliant characters with indomitable spirits should be survivors. i think the most powerful characters in the world should be survivors. i think characters who are cultural icons should be survivors. i think victims and survivors should see ourselves in the most admirable and beloved characters around! i think we should be protagonists!!!

#‘it’s so unnecessary’ . okay . god yea this one drives me CRAZY. people will yap all day long about how it's "unnecessary" to make a character a survivor like do you think it was necessary for any of us to be abused or raped irl? was it narratively essential? did it teach the audience an important lesson? why do we, who have to justify our experiences and existences and reactions all the time in real life, also have to justify why we should exist in fiction? people act so repulsed by the thought of us. i've really fully and truly had enough of that. there is nothing so uniquely disgusting or repulsive or unspeakable about our victimhood or our survival that justifies this obsession with keeping the reality of our existence hidden

( She's not looking, Kris. Let's hack her computer for clues. )

Oh yeah, I said I was gonna turn this into a meme

"i would kill a pedophile to protect my child" ok but would you teach your child how to say no? even to adults? even to adults you like? would you teach your child the words "penis" and "vulva" and then use them? would you let them ask questions about their body? would you answer them honestly? would you learn how to cope with your feelings when you talk about human bodies, so they don't feel ashamed? would you set a positive example for how you talk about your body? would you tell your child they don't have to hug or kiss anyone? would you tell your family the same? would you stand by them when they refuse to hug someone? even someone you know has never done anything to hurt them? would you let your child avoid food they don't like? would you let you child avoid people they don't like? would you believe them? would you sit in the discomfort of not knowing all the answers and not take it out on them? would you love your child the same if someone did hurt them? would you make them feel valued just as they are? would you let them talk to doctors or nurses in private? would you let them express their feelings? would you show interest in their life? would you let your child say no to you? would you help your child feel safe coming to you when they make a mistake? would you apologize to your child? would you believe them? would you put aside your anger to focus on what would make your child feel safe and loved? would you put your ego aside for your child? would you take your child's concerns seriously? would you listen to your child? would you believe them?

*They put something in your hands

like what if that didnt work

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