I was gonna say that the only way they could have made Steve’s shield more noticeable would be to paint a fucking target on it
But then I realised
That’s the point of a shield though… you want them to hit the middle of the shield not you.
Dear invisible men,
Who tweet women endless threats of rape,
Who are you?
Are you married fathers of two?
Are you their work colleagues?
Are you teens crowded round a friend’s phone in a canteen or KFC?
Are you pausing between texting your first love,
To go on Twitter, become an egg,
And post fresh hate?
Where are you as you type this?
Is your girlfriend asleep in your arms,
As you peer over her shoulder at your phone?
How did this become your sport?
You’re not proud of what you do;
If you were, you would not care who knew.
This is strange:
You proudly announce pride in your prejudice
But your anonymity suggests your shame.
There is such an anger in you
That it cannot be clothed with your banter, your jokes.
I pity the mirror that has to reflect your misery,
Because it must see so much.
Because the women are everywhere now,
They weren’t just content in your beds, or in your lads’ magazines,
Or in your clubs,
Or even in the eyes and hearts of other men;
The women are top of your classrooms, in your boardrooms and your DJ booths,
Not needing you to improve.
Swiftly, they are sweeping you from every entitled stage,
And the only place you feel safe
Is in one-hundred and forty characters of rage.
I wonder, if you tweet abuse, you will ever pause
To think that, while you promise terror,
The greatest fear is yours.
(Source: , via stranger-on-the-road)—
What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love. But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.
Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.
The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water.