My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie. — Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via owldee)
Boys: *expects girls to be perfectly shaved and good smelling and dressed casually sexy but not slutty with good hair and makeup, yet natural looking*
Boys: *makes fun of girls for taking time to get ready*
Good lounging spot I guess
Tofik #1 (by Life In Overdrive)
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golbees said: b-b-breaking bad?
breaking bad writers room
"okay. no matter what we do, people seem to see walt as a good guy. what can we do to fix this"
"how about… walt threatens to eat a baby"
"and he does it…"
"at a chuck e. cheese"
"during a child’s birthday"
months later, on a breaking bad fan forum
centaurfan5501 said: “can’t believe skyler wouldn’t let walt eat that baby during a birthday at the chuck e. cheese”
mustardhomecrafter said: “yeah what the fuck is her problem”
"Anaconda" shifts the common narrative of a man conquering female bodies to Minaj’s own stories of sexcapades without apologies. Towards the end, the only man in the video appears: Drake, seated in the middle of an empty room with roaming spotlights and Minaj treating him to a lap dance. In the final seconds, he reaches to touch Minaj’s ass after she had been flaunting it in his face, and she immediately swats his hand and struts away. Her body belongs to her, and she can twerk it and work it however she pleases, and she doesn’t owe anything to anyone. — Nicki Minaj’s Unapologetic Sexuality is Not a Crisis | Bitch Media (via whitleygilbert)
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They wouldn’t say “Father of two meets world leaders today”
They’d say “President Obama meets world leaders today”.
They wouldn’t say “Father of three founds one of the most successful modern computer businesses.”
They’d say “Bill Gates founds one of the most successful modern computer businesses.”
Get your shit right and use women’s names, not the number of kids they have.
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Meanwhile, the presumed stockpile of penis photos taken by Hollywood actors remains curiously untouched — A line from an EW article questioning why it’s only women in Hollywood who have their privacy violated x (via pansycakeofwesteros)