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BARBARA I GONGINI

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by Christian Gendron

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T H E C R Y I N G W I N D

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“And remember: you block with the outside of your arm, just like this.”

Bucky pats Steve’s forearm to show him the right spot and Steve can’t help looking up at him sceptically. The last time he tried to block anything he sprained his wrist. Again.

“It might hurt, but it’ll work, I promise. Even wea- guys with little strength can do it.” He pretends not to notice the slip in Bucky’s words and instead focuses on the warmth of Bucky’s hand. “Trust me.”

And there it is: that playful little smile just for Steve and Steve alone. He smiles back tentatively. “I do.”

“Remember: you block and then you get the hell away from there. Leave the rest to me. Getting beat up is one thing, but a knife fight …”

The grip on his arm becomes urgent. Bucky’s brows are furrowed, his lips move quietly, his smile is just a little pleading, just a little desperate.

“Can you do this for me, Steve?” he aks, huffing out a quiet laugh, because they both know how this conversation will end. And he says it anyway, says it even though he knows Steve will never do that, no matter the cost: “run.”

(“Run,” the Soldier hisses, the knife missing Steve’s face by a hair’s breadth. There is nothing even remotely friendly or amused about it and his eyes are coldcoldcold. “Run or you’re going to regret getting in my way. Run.”)

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Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome. Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are creepy predators. Most are somewhere in between, and guess what? I don’t know you, I don’t know your life, and I have no idea if you’re going to leave it at “Hey, you look good in that dress!” or follow it up with “But you’d look better without it! Har har! C’mon, where’re you going? I know you heard me! Fucking cunt, nobody wants your fat ass anyway, bitch.” When you compliment a random woman who doesn’t know you, no matter how nice you are about it, there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out internally because for all she knows, you could be that latter type. And I get that it’s really unfair that women would just assume that about you. I get that it sucks that sometimes, expressing totally reasonable opinions like “hey you’re hot” will make women terrified of you or furious at you. That’s not fair. But if you’re going to lay the blame for that somewhere, for fuck’s sake, don’t blame the woman. Blame all the guys who have called her a bitch and a cunt for ignoring their advances. Blame all the guys who may have harassed, abused, or assaulted her in the past. Blame all the people who may never do such a thing themselves, but who were quick to blame her and tell her to just get over it. Blame the fact that if she stops and talks to you and then something bad happens, people will blame her for stopping and talking to you.

Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via etherale)