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this guy pulled out his dick in front of like 5 billion feminist protestors holy shit
Some context for the idiots claiming the women are overreacting:
This occurred at a Slut Walk. For those not familiar with it, the Slut Walk is basically a peaceful protest seeking to eliminate the rape apologism so prevalent in society. The basis is that no woman is “asking for it,” with “it” being rape. It’s not a feminist protest; it’s a human rights protest.
Many of the protesters, as you can probably imagine, have dealt with sexual harassment or rape in their own lives. Many of them have structured their daily activities to avoid being raped. The gathering is supposed to be a place for them to feel empowered and able to recover in the company of those who understand what they’ve been through or who will not blame them.
Nobody at a Slut Walk will tell a survivor that it’s her fault. They will not ask what she was wearing to provoke her attacker. Nobody will say she had too much to drink. Nobody will tell the men in the group that they are inherently rapists themselves, and nobody will tell a male survivor that his experience “wasn’t really rape.”
Then, this fellow comes along. He sees this gathering of survivors and their supporters, and to him, it’s a joke. He sees feminazis. He sees girls who are taking “a bit of fun” too seriously. And what does he do? He exposes himself to this group of survivors and supporters - some of whom are, in fact, underage.
He sexually harasses literally hundreds of women in one act. Aside from public indecency, there was cruel intent in his actions. He wanted to make them uncomfortable. He wanted to “put them in their place.” Other photos from this event show him flipping the protesters off and laughing at their anger.
And there are still people defending his actions. There are those who still feel like these women were asking for it and that they deserved to be harassed for trying to claim they weren’t. There are those who feel that women should be taught a lesson this way, and they applaud this man’s actions.
So no, he didn’t pull out his dick in front of feminist protesters. He harassed dozens - if not hundreds - of rape survivors. The reaction to his actions alone outline the purpose of the Slut Walk.
For those of you still doubting whether what he did was wrong (and I do wonder if there’s something wrong with you, if you have doubts), let me give you an analogous situation. Imagine a gathering of black civil rights activists. Imagine Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and all their colleagues gathered together to demonstrate that being black did not make them lesser people. That being black and living in the South did not mean they were “asking” to be the target of hate crimes.
And at this gathering, a white man decides he should teach them a lesson by pointedly hanging a noose from the nearest tree and laughing at their anger. And other white men, laughing along with him, commend him for taking these activists down a peg.
That’s what happened here. It’s not an “OMG, I can’t believe he did that!” moment. It’s an “OMG, there are people who think this is okay” moment. And the fact is, it’s not. It never will be. And that’s the take home message of this ridiculous rant I’ve written up.
And this is why we still need feminism.
What got me was not only this commentary, but the freaky-ass look on this guy’s face…Wow!
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drabble: aftermath (one last farewell)
The ground beneath our feet seems to be still; that is until some inhuman force carelessly disrupts the entire earth, and you’re sent flying through thin air, not even sure how you fell in the first place.
He was in orbit. No attachments, no gravity; only cold, airless space.
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Madara left the village.
Tobirama did not dwell on the “what if’s”. Too many times, careless thoughts like that had gotten him into situations he dared not think of any more. He had to be realistic, for the sake of the village, for the sake of his own sanity. He could not allow himself to be swayed by vague emotions and murky desires.
So he adapted.
He got by.
He moved on.
But once our hearts are touched, we are forever tainted. And when in the heat of battle, Tobirama often found himself at ease, quirking his lips in a shadowed imitation of the wide grin Madara wore in combat. He always felt a sliver of guilt afterwards but chalked it up to stress or lack of sleep.
Madara’s memory would not affect him, he often told himself. But he was only human and even he could not escape the shards of resentment that he let fall on the Uchiha clan.
Occasionally he’d wake up from some nightmare he swore he could not recall, in a cold sweat that had absolutely nothing to do with the red that haunted him when his eyes shut, and a wetness on his cheeks that must have been water dripping from the ceiling even though it was a drought.
He never did realize. Perhaps he possessed some bodily defense to protect him from the truths of unrequited love. But in the end, no one can hide from the burning reality. You can go out with fire in your eyes, or you can shut out the world and wait to burn alive.
But at the end, it’s all the same; and to ashes we return.
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note from the mun: Things change and it's sad; friends grow apart and you cry. But not all change is bad and not all separation is permanent. For now though, consider this a more lasting goodbye for this blog. A lot has happened, and for now, I'm not sure if I can bring myself to RP solo. You all have been amazing; this has been so much fun, and it really does mean a lot to me.
If people have questions, I ask them to be directed at my main blog, senju-swag, because I doubt I will be checking up here very often anymore.
Quick doodle to announce a temporary hiatus for this blog.
Both of us have a lot going on in our lives, personal things and school things, and we just need a bit of a break it seems.
It breaks my heart to do this because I love RPing with all y'all and answering your asks, but it has to be done for now. I can't emphasize enough that this is temporary. We are by no means going to stop role playing or leave our threads unfinished. Once things settle down a bit, we will pick up where we left off.
((if Madara's mun wants to add anything to this, please feel free))
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((Tobi's mun here--sorry for another sorta inactive day. I got wrapped up in a bunch of art things, and now somehow I got talked into drawing a shirtless Izuna?? So, it's been a strange day, but I'll be back to answers asks tomorrow~))
You always threaten Madara as if you could actually do something. Face it, he is on a completely different level than you. Even with the small chance that you could carry out those threats, how would Hashirama react? I highly doubt he would take you killing or hurting his best friend lightly.
Tobirama growled and ran his fingers through his hair. His thoughts were a confused mess; his usual habits were beginning to slip into a disorganized jumble. What is happening to me?
He paused and sat down with a heavy thud. “I—I don’t know,” he murmured vaguely. “I don’t want to hurt my brother…” but haven’t I already?
Tobirama stared at the ground, eyes glazing over. When did I get so out of control?
Say he doesn't listen; say he tells hashirama everything and exposes you--as well as himself-- for everything that has happened? Or perhaps he only tells half of the story, making you out to be nothing more than a jealous obstacle in between the two of them. What would you do then? Could you face hashirama after that?
"If he ever dared to do such a thing, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him," Tobirama's glare hardened mercilessly. "And of course I would deny the entire affair if my brother asked. After all, who would believe it anyway? It all sounds so ridiculous when you try to say it out loud..."
Would it still be necrophilia if you revive Izuna with Edo Tensei? Then you could have even more of that Uchiha cock, which I'm sure you would just love.
"I’m not even going to dignify that with a response," Tobirama’s nostrils flared. "You’re just lucky you didn’t direct such a perverse question at him because he wouldn’t hesitate to decapitate you for such a suggestion.”
And you expect Madara to actually listen to you? Besides, you obviously have feelings for him.
"If he wants to keep his limbs intact, he will listen to me," Tobirama huffed. "And the only feeling I have for that lawless, sorry excuse for a man is disdain," the words sounded forced, even in his own ears, the weight of his own denial beginning to smother him completely.
Tobiraaaammaa. Lets play would you rather. And you have to pick one or really bad things will start happening to you. Would you rather dress up in knee highs or fishnets? Would you rather ride a horse or ride a dolphin? Would you rather eat hashirama's smelly sock or madaras underwear? Would you rather shave your hair off or grow it down to your waist? Would you rather have sex with izuna or madara? Would you rather lick peanut butter off of madara or have him lick it off of you? DO IT OR ELSE.
"…Like hell I’m answering those questions"
((Too bad, I’m making you answer them. Suck it up and deal with it 0u0))
"Hmph, fine," Tobirama massaged his temples, cursing under his breath. "Fishnets, they could pass for mesh under my clothes. Horse, obviously, it could be useful in battle."
Sighing deeply, Tobirama gritted his teeth. “Hashirama’s sock, let’s leave it at that. I’d grow my hair long, but unlike my brother I’d tie it back. I really don’t see how he fights with his hair flying everywhere.”
"I—" Tobirama stopped, throwing a baleful glance towards his questioner. "I’d rather it be him again, but only because I happen to look down on necrophilia.”
Chewing thoughtfully on his lip, Tobirama glared at the ground and shook his head. “I’d have him lick it off me, and then pray he was deathly allergic.”
So Tobirama, are you jealous of Hashirama's relationship with Madara?
A soft growl escaped his lips as he folded his arms over his chest. “What relationship?” Tobirama spat. “I’ve made it obvious to him that he can not go near my brother again.”
Shifting his eyes to the side, he ground his teeth, trying to push down the bubble of hurt that was growing inside his chest.
"And for the last time, I am not jealous,” Tobirama spluttered, suddenly alarmed when he could almost feel the weight of his lie bearing down on him.