Gemma Correll, on Tumblr
I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.
I want all of the advertising to be for the hero and none of the marketing to even allude to this death.
imagine all the male tears
hey kids, i am still doing these color pals., and i have a lot to do i’m really excited about , but my computer is going to be out of commission for a few days so i can’t do any digital work on it. in the mean time, here’s a collection of the ones finished.
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like.
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that t h e y w e a r i t w e l l.
I’m sorry, marshal I lied to you, when I said I did not remember your daddy. I do remember him. Truth is, I remember every shot I gave him, the way his blood felt on my hands, the crying sound he made when I was laying in on him, and just when the sound was about to stop, he was on his way out… I was gonna finish him off… and looked up and saw you looking… Eyes big as dollar coins. You was about to pee down your little pants leg.
'What?' Ron bellowed furiously. 'Four? You lousy biased scumbag, you gave Krum ten!'
But Harry didn’t care, he wouldn’t have cared if Karkaroff had given him zero; Ron’s indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.