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I AM MOVING BLOGS

I’m not going to use this blog any more for various reasons. So... you can find my new blog at @spellboundnora ! It is still going to be a fandom blog like this one, I’ll still write and post about Sanders Sides and Mark, Jack, and Ethan, but this blog will include stuff about witchcraft (because that’s a thing I do now!) and two new fandoms: Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill. In fact, if you like my writing, I have a new piece up there now, a DEH fic that’s angst with a happy ending.

#moving accounts #moving blogs

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One hundred and twenty two men.

That’s how many prominent politicians, writers, musicians, filmmakers, and public figures have been publicly accused of sexual harassment and sexual assault since Harvey Weinstein left the Weinstein Company.

 In the last week alone, Junot Diaz joined that growing list, as did New York Attorney General Eric Schneiderman, and the Nobel Prize scandal highlighted the experiences of women working with one of the world’s most prestigious literary organizations. So I suppose that brings our list to 123.Clearly, we are far from ending this epidemic. But finally, for once, institutions are beginning to name the behavior of the men who make unwanted remarks and unwelcome ultimatums, who expose themselves, who demand our bodies.

 For once, we’re learning to believe women.The women coming forward are undeniably courageous: young and old, rich and poor, famous and unknown. And overwhelmingly, they’re thin.But 67% of American women are plus size. So where are the fat women?

I was 15 years old, and a size 18, the first time a man told me he’d fantasized about raping me.He told me that he longed to pin my hands behind my head, yearned to hear me tell him no. You’ll fight me off, but you’ll love every minute of it.

I was shaken, confused, disoriented. As he spoke, every breath drained from my waiting lungs, siphoned by his certainty that I’d be grateful for his violence. You’ll love every minute of it. The life in my veins seeped from my body into the ground I wished would swallow me whole.

Over time, men’s fantasies became part of the fabric of my experience. In the years that followed, more and more men would disclose their desire to assault me. When I told one to stop, in my mid-twenties, he was taken aback. I thought you were liberated. You should be grateful.

The menacing ghost of gratitude followed me everywhere. I was queer, which meant I was expected to be sexually flexible, unfettered by boundaries and unlikely to say no, available to be posed in any scene or position needed for men’s gratification. And I was fat, which meant I should be grateful for what I got. Even if it was violent. Even if I didn’t consent.

When I finally disclosed this pattern to thinner friends, I anticipated some knowing commiseration, some tools for survival. After all, we’d spent plenty of time developing shared strategies for creepy coworkers and lecherous neighbors. But to many of them, this ravenous violence was a foreign interaction, a reason to call police, run away, tell every woman I knew, do something drastic. Desperate measures.

For my thin friends, rape fantasies were an exception, the provenance of a particularly depraved kind of man. For me, they were the rule: so commonplace as to be routine. Around fat women, seemingly any man could be that particularly depraved kind.

More troubling were the reactions from thin acquaintances. A family friend and self-proclaimed feminist, upon hearing about this onslaught of fantasies, congratulated me. Isn’t it great to be wanted? And, more troublingly, there’s a lid for every pot. As if I had been disheartened about the selection of men who would take me. As if their violence were a sign of hope. As if it were just a misguided expression of attraction.

One friend asked why I hadn’t told anyone sooner. I was surprised by her question when the answer felt so plain. Like many women before me, when I share stories of harassment, catcalling, unwelcome advances, and violence, I am met with pushback. Unlike other women, that resistance comes as a question:

Who would want to rape you?

While thin women were free to talk about sexual assault as being somehow divorced from desire — rape is about power, not sex — I didn’t have that luxury. As a fat woman, my body was seen as inherently undesirable. Any sexual attention fat women receive is treated as a windfall worthy of congratulations, an erroneous impossibility, or an out-and-out lie. Fat women are expected to be grateful for any expressions that could be mistaken for want, including assault and harassment. We are exposed to an unvarnished kind of desire, its most violent self, because we are expected to hold and nurture whatever scraps of it we’re offered.

Sometimes, our harassment takes a more menacing turn, relying on reinforcing our rejection, rather than our assumed gratitude. A fat acquaintance recently told me that, at her workplace, men openly discussed who they would and wouldn’t sleep with. She often heard her own body used as a punchline — colossally undesirable, comically unwanted. “I just wanted to work,” she said. Even when we’re unwanted, harassment still finds us.

When fat women do muster the courage to come forward about our experiences with sexual assault, we’re significantly less likely to be believed about our experiences than our thinner counterparts. While thin women face dismal rates of prosecution and conviction for their sexual assaults, fat women are often dismissed out of hand — making it open season on our bodies. The cultural belief that fat women are unlovable, that fat bodies are undesirable, offers a warm Petri dish, a hospitable home for men’s bacterial desires to grow.

It took me years to disclose my own experiences. Because, like any woman, I knew that stepping forward would mean standard denials, scrutiny, dismissals. But for all our talk about sexual assault being an act of power, not desire, as a fat woman, I knew that those statements always came with caveats, asterisks, footnotes. I knew that my body was reliably withheld, an obvious exception to the rule.

After all, who would want to rape us? We should be grateful.

Our national conversation about sexual assault and harassment has become an important flashpoint. Notably, it has been largely led by Hollywood actresses — the Jessica Albas, Salma Hayeks, and Rose McGowans known for their legendary beauty.

But in order to flourish, that conversation will have to hold space for women whose leadership we struggle to respect, whose bodies we struggle to embrace. Even those who, in our heart of hearts, we still expect to be grateful. Because if our feminism fails to acknowledge the humanity of 67% of us, who will that victory serve?

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I think its a nice forehead :v

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When a customer says some Weird Shit in the middle of check-out,

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okay but why the fuck do you black out when all you pokemon faint?

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😍😍😍

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Okay, but… hear me out: Blind Patton

Patton who lives life to the fullest despite it. He finds beauty in everything. He describes sounds and smells in fun, goofy ways. He makes people laugh with joke about “reading” signs and menus.

Patton who pampers his seeing-eye dog even though he’s not supposed to. This has led to more than a few accidents, but none have left Patton seriously injured.

Patton feels so much, and he almost breaks down when people say the words “I wish you could see it…”

No one but Patton’s younger brother, Virgil, has ever seen Patton cry.

Patton lives for the moment he can reach out and touch a friend’s face for the first time. He makes them smile so he can feel the crinkle by their eyes and the warmth in their cheeks.

Patton who plays the piano at a local coffee shop to pass the time. (he has a habit of playing whatever melody is in his head)

Patton who is best friends with the coffee shop’s owner, Roman.

The local bookstore manager, Logan, is more than willing to order new braille books for Patton’s reading enjoyment.

This offer leads to Patton visiting Logan nearly everyday. He likes to hear Logan laugh. He likes to hear Logans voice. It’s all wonderful. Patton thinks it’s beautiful, even though he’s not quite sure what beauty is.

And Logan… Logan thinks Patton is beautiful, too. In his own special Patton way.

Just… blind Patton. Food for thought.

#this is amazing!

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Your fav characters crying in fan art.

Your fav characters crying in canon.

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My content gets shittier every day.

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This brave Black woman was injured in the attack and needs help - as she’s also left the job after being traumatized by the incident. Help her and her family out here: ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️ CLICK HERE

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Drop the act!

Important! Don’t read this theory if you’re uncomfortable with the community being blamed for stuff. Read at own risk.

@nocturneglitched , @thelighthousewatcher, @glaceonstar-blog and I talked and we came up with this theory:

If the egos are taking over Jack’s channel as long as he’s in a coma, why are they making a secret out of it? We as the community know that Jack got pretty badly hurt in Kill Jacksepticeye. Hell we thought he was dead. But they act like they’re him. We only know it’s the egos because Chase accidentally dropped the act. But remember the stream where we saw Marvin’s mask. As soon as we noticed, it disappeared. We are not supposed to know. But why?

Because we are Antis eyes. His ears. Even his mouth when we quote him. We are always watching. The egos would be in danger as soon as Anti notices that they’re working together to protect Jack, to keep him alive. They have to act like Jack so neither Anti nor we notice that something is weird. If Jack is slowly waiting up, Anti can’t notice. They are running the channel but if Anti finds out who, they might be in danger for helping.

But if we notice, he knows too. And we are doing a great work in figuring out the little hints. Theorizing and quoting.

Remember the video title “You weren’t suppose to see that”? The egos were talking to us. They’re trying to scare us off, deter us from looking any further. But Anti said “You stopped paying attention”. He is reminding us to always have an eye and an ear open to the video. We have to notice everything. Because he has to know everything.

We are his puppets, if we want to, or not. We are his eyes and ears, always looking for the smallest hint of an ego.

But we are trying to save them.

more tags! @oi-fischfuck, @septilover2 because they helped too! (yay JDC discord!)

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#purple crank boy

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Since Mark is exiled

Someone should make a Reading Your Comments video 😂

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I made this post

I want to add to this list by saying

7. Us, loosing the egos and Seán…

@chase-brody-protection-squad @treblejess @fear-is-nameless @no-strings-puppet @aquilacalvitium @katielovesyoutubers35 @viostormcaller @hufflepufftrax @septicuniverse @kasper-the-ghost @septicdragongirl @psycho-septic

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Phil was the worst person that has ever played this game in the entire world.

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help me transition!

hey hi whats up im tyler and recently my dysphoria has been SO FUCKING BAD and im finally trying to do something about it before it becomes too much for me to handle

as of right now i am unemployed and none of the 7 places in my area ive applied to have gotten back to me. which is very discouraging like lmao cmon mcdonalds just hire me. so, that being said, i have no source of income anymore and ill tell u this right now:

my parents WILL NOT spend a dime on me if it goes towards my transition. im already out to them and everything but lol they didnt take it too well at. all.

i just need help saving up money so i can 1. start my transition. talking with gender therapists and paying for hormone therapy etc. 2. move out of my transphobic/homophobic household so they stop delaying my life

i do art!!! if you want to commission me, heres the info for that!

if you just wanna help out, here is the email for my paypal: [email protected]

if you cant donate, then please reblog this to get the word around! it all means so much to me.

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-When I told the army doctor that sometimes my period pains make me unable to function for days, he didn’t even write that down. -When I told my dad “don’t touch me, I’m in pain” he backed down for a moment until my mom told him “she’s on her period”. Then he just laughed. -When I told my teacher before a big test that I was unable to do it because I was in extreme pain and could barely move at all, she said I was making up excuses and that it wasn’t a real reason not to do the test.  -Wenever I tell someone about how different I feel during my period emotionally they say I’m just “making up drama”.  We need to start treating people on their periods like actual human beings in pain. 

-The fact that it occurs monthly doesn’t make the pain less real. It should be treated seriously and with respect. -The fact that the hormones effect the emotions doesn’t make your sadness less painful or the anger less valid or that terrible feeling of being lost less terrifying. Guess what? Hormones affect everyone. Feelings aren’t always rational. It should be also treated seriously and with respect.

Please stop mocking people with periods. Please stop dismissing us. Please stop violating our boundries. Please respect people with periods.