IM A LITTLE BITTER NEGL dick grayson was doing the strong female character thing IN CANON way before anyone knew who clint barton was but WHATEVER FANDOM
WHATEVER
did I mention this isn’t fanart
really printed
ACTUAL POSE IN AN ACTUAL COMIC BOOK
tits and ASS
gratuitous and inhuman
losing clothes since 1980something
yet fandom still decides that CLINT BARTON is a better male Strong Female Character than this flawless prince smh
idg why or how that snub happened but I am protesting it
I have this habit of falling into seclusion from others, and it randomly slaps me in the face that I just. Don’t. Want. To. Talk.
I don’t want to talk, even when I feel like there’s something aching to get off/out/lifted from my chest. Even when it’s threatening to suffocate me and at night I end up staring into a blank space. In the mornings when the sunlight is seeping through the mask on top of my open eyelids.
Even when I’m in the car or on a train, an airplane, a boat and listening to the happiest of music.
I feel alone.
I rarely feel this sudden melancholy nowadays. I’m getting good at pushing the dread down my throat. But some other days I get weird, and this is what happens.
But seeing a certain Facebook post on catcalling has me recalling this unpleasant experience I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with this morning.
I guess I’m too young to be catcalled?
Generally, I’m very open to new experiences, so when my mom invited me out to go shopping in Divisoria, I was like... oh cool, why not??
I’m used to dressing to impress. When I am confident in my stride and in my aura, it usually has to do with my clothes. Whether I find myself shitting around in jogging pants in Aura or rocking this romper in Landmark, my outermost expression, like many others’, is my clothing.
So when my mom told me that we’d be roaming around in this shitty side of Manila, I figured, hey, I’ll wear jogging pants to school tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to change from my uniform before I went down the car. So eventually I went around with my phone tucked in my underwear and my eyes wide like shit if I get assaulted
It’s all good the first hour... and then I’m passing by these two men/guys/shits too skinny for their lives and they say something along the lines ‘hello, sexy,’ and almost immediately I shit myself because I felt threatened.
Being me, I had to look at it in a objective manner: why do I feel this way? Should I tell mom? I need to talk to someone, but saying it out loud makes me seem like a self-absorbed bitch with a head too big. Besides, the low lives couldn’t have been talking to me. Like, um, hello, I’m a sophomore and totally wearing this slacky outfit. Sure, my nose might be turned up and mom’s usual air screams ‘we’re not taga dito,’ but to accost a fifteen year-old would be a different level of low.
Then, to my distress and my mom’s obliviousness, we pass by the two shits again, and guess what? They catcall again.
I’d thought it over in my head again and again and again and I was cussing myself for being so maarte, but man I really hope no one else has to feel that way. It was when I was reeling from major panic attacks, and I was hyperventilating without anyone knowing. I’d known how to calm my breathing by then, but still, what happened made me so paranoid that I couldn’t even lift my head for fear of them seeing how scared I really was through my eyes.
Maybe they were catcalling my mom, maybe they were talking to a person right behind me - two different people the whole time. But that strays away from my point:
It’s not cool to catcall. It may seem harmless and maybe some people wouldn’t find it offensive coming from a ‘good-looking’ person, but believe me, not everyone can live with it. Admittedly, the thought of going through that hell again makes me uneasy. However slight it may be, however insignificant a few words may seem, it hits many people hard. Especially ones who get anxious easily, and that number is rising in population to date.
It’s been months since the incident, and it feels hella good to get it off my chest; I’m pretty sure I’ve learned quite a bit for it.
Do you guys all have that one character that you just love SO much in every sense of the word and if someone insults them you just get so defensive and offended and whenever you see them on your dash you just get so irrationally happy bc I do
He was a total dork and nobody liked him, but my mom thought he was pretty cool so she encouraged me to hang out with him and I did and we got along and had a lot of fun together. We were in Boy Scouts together and went to the same church and in the end, it turned out we had a lot in common and built up a little core group of friends that (of course) imploded upon our introduction to the social weirdness of High School (we went from a middle school with about 800 students to a high school with about 3000.)
But he and I got along.
It was clear to me that his family didn’t have much money. Their house was run down, their cars were ancient, they lived in a not-great part of town. This had no influence on how I felt about them. My family has always been well-off and my parents never wanted me to only hang out with kids that were like me. But it did strike me as weird that his dad had a cell phone.
This was the early 90s or late 80s, so a cell phone was a huge extravagance. Seeing a cell phone in his 70′s VW made no sense. It was like seeing a farmer with a Rolex. So I brought it up with my mom one day. I don’t know how it came up, but I told her the dad was stupid for wasting money on a cell phone when they didn’t have much money to go around for the family.
She gave me a Mom look. A fiery, terrifying, majestic Mom look that immediately terrified me.
“Why do you think he might have a phone?”
“For calling people and stuff.”
“He has a phone for work. His work pays for it, they need to get a hold of him quickly.”
She told me that his job was repairing broken stuff for movie theaters and restaurants which don’t want to wait around for next Tuesday before the refrigerator turns back on, so he was pretty much always driving around and always on call.
“Think about that next time you judge a person who has less than you. You never know everything about other people’s lives.”
It was really unpleasant. It was one of those moments when my mother could have decided to go easy on me and to be kind and understanding and think “Well, he didn’t know, so why make him feel bad.” Instead she was like, “You need to feel bad now. Feel bad, child, because otherwise why will you ever change?”
So thank you to my mom for always helping me be better…every day of my life so far.
TNT’s Upcoming TITANS Series Now Titled BLACKBIRDS
The show is now entitled “Blackbirds” and the shooting is expected to start in the summer, in Toronto. With the upfronts coming soon (TNT is on May 13th), more information should come out. Will Roy Harper/Speedy (Colton Haynes) be a part of it after leaving Arrow? It’s very likely…
The pilot will be shot more precisely this spring! Cast announcements will happen shortly.
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