I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
FAKE GEEK GUYS: A MESSAGE TO MEN ABOUT SEXUAL HARASSMENT
By Andy Khouri
“I think this woman is wrong about something on the Internet. Clearly my best course of action is to threaten her with rape.”
That’s crazy talk, right? So why does it happen all the time?
Honest question, dudes.
That women are harassed online is not news. That women in comics and the broader fandom cultures are harassed online is not news. That these women are routinely transmitted anonymous messages describing graphic sexual violence perpetrated upon them for transgressions as grave as not liking a thing… that is actually news to me, and it’s probably news to a lot of you guys reading this.
So what do we do about it?
Sexual harassment isn’t an occupational hazard. It’s not a glitch in the complex matrix of modern life. It’s not something that just “happens.” It’s something men do. It’s a choice men make. It’s a problem men enable. It’s sometimes a crime men commit. And it is not in the power nor the responsibility of women to wage war on this crime.
It’s on us.
I swear to god, if I read one more “but I’ve never seen it!” in the comments of this very article, I’m going to fucking scream.
Also from the linked article:
It is wholly and rightfully and crucially up to men in this society and especially in this subculture to speak out and watch out. To end the cycle of bullying, harassment and violence. To recognize the grotesque irony of degrading women over matters of heroic fictions whose lessons about fairness and decency we’ve supposedly been studying since we were just little boys, and to start putting those ideas into practice as grown-ass men.
One question, gents: What Would Steve Rogers Do?
Number 23 calls him ‘Cas’, and the angel blade clatters to the ground from numb fingers. You have to kill that one yourself, and it takes three other angels to hold Castiel back.
Number 108 kisses him, hard and rough and possessive, and Castiel disappears. You find him two hours later, hiding in a corner of the warehouse and muttering quantum physics laws under his breath.
Number 332 kisses him, soft and gentle and pleading, and Castiel stabs him in the heart, hisses, “Not Dean.” You’ll accept it as a small victory.
Number 491 calls him ‘brother.’ Cas cuts him down with a sob and cries over his corpse for forty-seven minutes.
Number 665 lets Castiel sink the blade into his left lung with a sadistic smile, steps into the puncturing pressure and whispers into Castiel’s ear. ”You were always a weapon.” You have to call the other angels back to stop Castiel from sinking his blade into his own heart after that.
Number 804 grins around a mouthful of blood and chokes, “I never cared about you.”
Number 887 spits, “You don’t even have a soul.”
Number 901 snarls, “Angels aren’t capable of real love.”
Number 983 breaks him. He looks up at Cas with cold, beautiful green eyes and whispers, “I wish you’d left me in Hell.” After that, you’re almost certain that these are mercy killings, but it gets the job done.
Number 984 is cut down in a vicious and sloppy melee.
Number 987 cries out, but Castiel doesn’t bat an eyelash.
Number 993 doesn’t even see Castiel approach.
Number 998 begs, but Castiel moves with ruthless precision and speed.
Number 1000 is dead before he hits the ground.
Number 1002 crumples against the linoleum and you hit the lights. Castiel is now fully operational. He’s the deadliest weapon in Heaven’s arsenal, once again.
i need fic that is entirely mickey dealing poorly with ian losing most of his face freckles.
…I am into this…