serpentinetigerlily

serpentinetigerlily:

aethracaelis:

adreamerofimpossibledreams:

WAKE UP WORLD #YesAllWomen

That steak analogy is my favorite,

The thing about false accusations is that even if/when they happen (which is rare), the burden of proof is still on the accuser. This is why people are so reluctant to report at all, because they assume they will not be believed. And even if you are falsely accused, it will very likely not ever go to trial. And don’t give me bullshit about how the false accusation ruins a person’s life. False accusations hurt other victims/survivors FAR more, as well as hurting an innocent person who hasn’t done anything wrong. But the last thing on earth you should do is say “Well, because of false accusations, we should hurt the thousands upon thousands of victims even more. That’ll teach ‘em.”

I hear rape culture apologists at work all the time, men and women, young and old. It frightens me that I have to explain to people twice my age that people can only be “asking for it” by giving informed consent, which can be withdrawn at any time.

Too often I have to enter Fillion Mode at the shit that comes out of there mouths.

queenofallthenerds
whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said  “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

If all kids were like this kid, in this moment, I wouldn’t hate them.

OK, that’s probably a lie…

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

If all kids were like this kid, in this moment, I wouldn’t hate them.

OK, that’s probably a lie…