grimesish:

killing of women for a man’s pain is so lazy though, like it’s the easiest “character development jump starter” out there.  it’s so formulaic.  the woman—a daughter, a sister, a lover—dies.  The man who loves her, be it her father or her brother or her husband or boyfriend, undergoes intense pain and radical change.  Boring.

Instead of killing women, let them live.  

Let Jennifer Blake survive Peter Hale and burn Beacon Hills down around them, forcing Derek to chose where his loyalties lie.  Let her grow even stronger among the magic in Beacon Hills and slaughter anyone who would dare take what’s hers.  

Let Andrea Harrison make it through Woodbury colder and harder and still stunningly compassionate; she won’t make the mistake of trusting a stranger again but she’ll also become a symbol, the woman who won a war with kindness and understanding rather than bullets.

Let Tara Knowles survive Gemma and fight again for her sons, and her husband, and her own life; force her husband to chose between his mother and the club that’s killed his fathers and his friends or his wife who will leave him and his sons.  Let Tara live and put her life back together; let her raise her boys right, to be good and proud and strong. 

Let Debra Parker outlive Joe Carroll and dismantle his cult by pieces; let her rescue the ones he’s taken and go out into the world and do it again and again and again.

Let Shmi Skywalker walk out of the desert unbroken; let her kindness save her son and spare the galaxy 25 years of darkness. 

Let Padme Amidala rise from the ashes of Mustafar; let her fight a war with as much strength and fervor as her fallen husband; let her raise her children to be good and just and true but to never forget where they came from; let her triumph over the Sith and see her Republic returned to her. 

Let Frigga slip past Malekith’s blade; let her see through Loki’s illusions and take her son in hand again; let her keep the nine realms safe and balanced through her wisdom and cleverness and magic.

Let Mary Winchester shove a magic knife through Azazel’s chest in their bedroom; let her drive away the hellhounds; let her raise her boys to normal, happy lives. 

Let all the women who are murdered for their crime-fighting husbands live; let them defeat their would-be killers and put their angsty husbands to same. 

Let all the superheroes’ girlfriends escape a villain’s revenge; let them dodge bullets and death rays and assassin’s knives; let them unmask those villains, let them talk those villains down, let them trample those villains to dust so they never, ever rise again. 

Stop cutting women into pieces for a man’s tears.  Stop hacking us apart to spur men into action.  Stop choking us, stop beating us, stop slitting our throats in our sleep. 

Be interesting.  Let the woman live.  Give her her own strengths and weaknesses and flaws and motivations instead of a knife in the back. 

Just think, how much more interesting is the story if the woman’s out on the battlefield instead of stuck inside the refrigerator?

fuckyouimawizardcop:

*looks at essay* Ah it seems i’ve written the same sentence in ten different ways

merchandice:

i just burnt my tongue on my food and it made me realise that sometimes the ones you love hurt you the most

zenis:

wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy