Playing around with making GIFs from the Avengers Assemble comic series. I have no idea what the fuck FRAKABOOM is, but DAMN!
An Atlantic Monthly article saying what I’ve been saying for a long time: unpaid internships are terrible and should be illegal. There is no reason businesses should expect unpaid labor from anyone.
Full disclosure: I worked an unpaid internship at a major newspaper in college. I was very lucky that I still had time to go to class and work a part-time (paid) job waiting tables at Chili’s. And that my parents paid my rent, bills, tuition and books.
That internship has given me a leg up in my career ever since. And you know what? That’s unfair. It’s not that I didn’t work hard at it or deserve the internship. It’s that I was privileged enough to be able to afford to take it. Only students who could afford to work for free could take an internship like that. It was a gigantic newspaper and could have easily, easily afforded to pay us minimum wage. But they didn’t, because they didn’t have to.
The most galling is when internships are offered in exchange for college credit. At many universities, students pay per unit. So in order to take an unpaid internship, they have to pay more in tuition. Essentially, they’re paying to work. At least my school only charged a flat tuition rate per quarter.
But there is a silver lining to my tale of privilege. At every job I’ve had since then, whenever someone mentions hiring interns, I personally insist we pay them. On three separate occasions I’ve made paid internships available to people when my bosses wanted them to work for free. If you have ANY chance to do the same, please do. Businesses, if you can’t afford to pay your employees, you don’t get to have employees.
I’m not saying interns should get a salary and benefits or anything. But minimum wage and a modicum of decency should be standards for all workers in America, no matter what level they’re at.
-Jess
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Can’t decide if I ship Clint/Black Widow more than these two adorable people…
Hard to decide.
(Source: phytochemical, via suchcharminglives)
Don’t you dare suggest I am saying that woman (or men) are worth less than an animal, or equal to an animal.I think you’re a bit confused; this did not originally come from me. (For one thing I would never, even jokingly, advocate violence.) All the woman I know will comment on men or woman that they think are attractive.I’ll deconstruct justdon’t say “cute” at a woman walking in in her neighborhood at 1:00 in the morning.
- it’s creepy as fuck
- it’s disrespectful
- I will punch you in the face
Simply because I am walking on a street does not mean that I want, deserve, or demand comments on…
twothree things, because this human being is just Not Getting It.
I agree that your body is not public property, but
That’s big of you. Really. You’re a big person for agreeing to that very basic tenet! Good on you. Also, do you know what? (x) I’m pretty sure that’s true in this case, too.
…in commenting on your appearance he was in no way violating your self-ownership. I can remark on the sky? Does that imply that I own the sky? Of course not. I can comment on a car. Should my comment be interpreted as staking claim to the car? Also, no. Commenting on the aesthetic of something is not an ownership claim, and I see no reason why people would be exempt from that rule of thumb.
So, women are like cars, or like the sky. Things. That you feel you can comment on. To their faces. You know, the sky doesn’t have a face. Cars don’t have faces. People have faces, though. And I would never, ever, ever tell some random woman “~cute” to her face at 1am. It’s obviously a douche-move that carries behind it all the power and implications of rape culture.
Icing on the cake, though? This:
but your comedic overreaction to the situation makes you entirely unsympathetic.
oh, tone arguments are so 2006.I’m sorry, what? So, what about men that you comment on? All the woman I know will comment on men or woman that they think are attractive. That is how we find partners. We compliment them and charm them.
Sure, he was creepy, that probably just means he is socially awkward. You called him an asshole, he fucked off. Great. He knows you aren’t interested, and exhibited the correct response to that.Men can comment on woman, as woman can comment on men. (and men on men, woman on woman, genderqueer on anybody, anybody on genderqueer, Iono) It’s when you say you aren’t interested and they keep on bugging you that the problem arises.
Genuinely, I felt you overreacted originally, but I understood how you felt. This is a bit insane. Also, animals have faces. you tell animals cute to their face. I tell my rat he is cute all the fucking time. Am I objectifying him? No, no I am not. He is not an object. He has a face and I tell him he is cute. If I see a cute dog in the park, I will ask the owner if I am allowed to pet him/her, and then pet said dog, and call them cute and so on.
I just.. argh. People have every right to comment on other people. You commented on that creepy guy. You called him an asshole. I just called him creepy. It’s what we do, as people.
I’m not saying you can’t comment on people — I comment on hot actors and actresses I’ll never meet all the time. I tell my friends they’re cute, the hot shit, adnasuem. That’s a mile away from commenting on an unknown person to their face — especially at 2am while alone. This simply can’t be taken out of its context: a male-dominated society.
To make this clearer: I would never go up to a random man in the middle of the street in broad daylight and say “hey hottie.” Friend, sure. Now, even if I did do that, it probably wouldn’t be taken as aggressive or invasive by the majority of men — I’m short and never lifted a weight a day in my life. I still wouldn’t do it though, because I don’t know him and don’t want to be a fucking douche. So I cannot see how you fail to understand that the unfortunate societal difference in social status and difference in physical ability make this sort of thing fucking creepy as hell, and something assholes to do reassure themselves they can say and do anything they want to women.
….that was me being nice. Then I read the rest of what you had to say.
I tell my rat he is cute all the fucking time. Am I objectifying him? No, no I am not. He is not an object.
I’m glad you realize that women aren’t objects like the sky, and instead are like your rat. Really. So glad. Ladies, we’re moving on up!Yeah, sorry about that. I thought you were the OP.
Um, okay, the rat thing wasn’t fully thought out, and rather sleep deprived-ly written.
First things first though; I am a woman. Don’t you dare suggest I am saying that woman (or men) are worth less than an animal, or equal to an animal. They may be worth more on a personal level (eg, somebody who I don’t like is worth less to me than my pet rat, no matter their gender), but humans are, in general, worth kind of more than other animals.
The argument Iw as trying to make was that having a face isn’t special, and that commenting on something with a face is not objectifying. Saying “my god, you’re cute!” is not objectifying, whether you say it to a woman, man, rat, dog, fish, whatever (unless it is said in such a way that it is, like in a derogatory way, but yknow.)
I’m still kind of not understanding why you thought I am a man. Maybe it’s the whole nerd-ness and being in the process of obtaining a computer science degree, and not agreeing 100% with all feminists who ever existed. I’ll try and be more womanly, yeah? Do an arts degree, go and work in a flower shop :D
Dude, tell yourself that. I was saying you said that because that’s what you suggested. Also, I don’t give two nickels that you’re a woman, or that you have more nerd-cred than me — you still happen to be wrong. Caitlin is more magnanimous than I, so please go read something interesting by her. I don’t think it’s showing up in the reblogs. Anyway, ciao.
This is perfection.WHAT IN GOD’S NAME AM I LOOKING AT
CANNOT UNSEE
WHERE IS TONY WITH THE SINGLES?!
I can just picture a pole coming up like in tony’s jet in Iron Man
S T R I P P E R L O K I
NO.
Wh
Yes.
(Source: olyashe, via socially-awkward-castiel)
The last time North Carolina amended their constitution on marriage, it was to ban interracial marriage.
YES. Also, while we’re at it, everyone go fill out this filesharing questionnare; it was linked on TPB.via Reddit
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I think you’re a bit confused; this did not originally come from me. (For one thing I would never, even jokingly, advocate violence.) All the woman I know will comment on men or woman that they think are attractive.I’ll deconstruct justdon’t say “cute” at a woman walking in in her neighborhood at 1:00 in the morning.
- it’s creepy as fuck
- it’s disrespectful
- I will punch you in the face
Simply because I am walking on a street does not mean that I want, deserve, or demand comments on…
twothree things, because this human being is just Not Getting It.
I agree that your body is not public property, but
That’s big of you. Really. You’re a big person for agreeing to that very basic tenet! Good on you. Also, do you know what? (x) I’m pretty sure that’s true in this case, too.
…in commenting on your appearance he was in no way violating your self-ownership. I can remark on the sky? Does that imply that I own the sky? Of course not. I can comment on a car. Should my comment be interpreted as staking claim to the car? Also, no. Commenting on the aesthetic of something is not an ownership claim, and I see no reason why people would be exempt from that rule of thumb.
So, women are like cars, or like the sky. Things. That you feel you can comment on. To their faces. You know, the sky doesn’t have a face. Cars don’t have faces. People have faces, though. And I would never, ever, ever tell some random woman “~cute” to her face at 1am. It’s obviously a douche-move that carries behind it all the power and implications of rape culture.
Icing on the cake, though? This:
but your comedic overreaction to the situation makes you entirely unsympathetic.
oh, tone arguments are so 2006.I’m sorry, what? So, what about men that you comment on? All the woman I know will comment on men or woman that they think are attractive. That is how we find partners. We compliment them and charm them.
Sure, he was creepy, that probably just means he is socially awkward. You called him an asshole, he fucked off. Great. He knows you aren’t interested, and exhibited the correct response to that.Men can comment on woman, as woman can comment on men. (and men on men, woman on woman, genderqueer on anybody, anybody on genderqueer, Iono) It’s when you say you aren’t interested and they keep on bugging you that the problem arises.
Genuinely, I felt you overreacted originally, but I understood how you felt. This is a bit insane. Also, animals have faces. you tell animals cute to their face. I tell my rat he is cute all the fucking time. Am I objectifying him? No, no I am not. He is not an object. He has a face and I tell him he is cute. If I see a cute dog in the park, I will ask the owner if I am allowed to pet him/her, and then pet said dog, and call them cute and so on.
I just.. argh. People have every right to comment on other people. You commented on that creepy guy. You called him an asshole. I just called him creepy. It’s what we do, as people.
I’m not saying you can’t comment on people — I comment on hot actors and actresses I’ll never meet all the time. I tell my friends they’re cute, the hot shit, adnasuem. That’s a mile away from commenting on an unknown person to their face — especially at 2am while alone. This simply can’t be taken out of its context: a male-dominated society.
To make this clearer: I would never go up to a random man in the middle of the street in broad daylight and say “hey hottie.” Friend, sure. Now, even if I did do that, it probably wouldn’t be taken as aggressive or invasive by the majority of men — I’m short and never lifted a weight a day in my life. I still wouldn’t do it though, because I don’t know him and don’t want to be a fucking douche. So I cannot see how you fail to understand that the unfortunate societal difference in social status and difference in physical ability make this sort of thing fucking creepy as hell, and something assholes to do reassure themselves they can say and do anything they want to women.
….that was me being nice. Then I read the rest of what you had to say.
I tell my rat he is cute all the fucking time. Am I objectifying him? No, no I am not. He is not an object.
I’m glad you realize that women aren’t objects like the sky, and instead are like your rat. Really. So glad. Ladies, we’re moving on up!
Clint/Loki
Loki takes over Clint’s mind. Clint’s body will follow.
note: 2am writing snippet. the Rose Revolution happened in Georgia (…the country).
Clint opens his eyes to the freezing bite of blue ice covering his face. Blistering pain rides his veins to stream over the curl of his chin, float up his cheeks, and settle deep into his eyes.
Clint has long excised panic from his life. Panic gets you hurt. Panic gets you killed. The last time Clint panicked, he ended up in central Europe with a putrid wound eating away at his calf as he ducked through alleyways and sewers for a week, avoiding unsavories. It isn’t an experience he ever wishes to repeat.
Yet as the blue ice reaches for him, curling tendrils of cold at his consciousness like roots on a quick-growing weed, panic blooms in his mind. He has no strength to stamp it out, only the hope that with the panic he will find the ability to fight this man, this being in front of him.
For a moment it seems a possibility, Clint breathing deep as his spine straightens, his fingers tingling. Despite the cold, his chest burns, a hole there sending searing pain along his nerves, making his muscles clench with aching tension. He tells his body to go, go forward — but it doesn’t.
Like a bridge overtaxed by pedestrians and cars, Clint’s mind buckles under the weight of panic and ice, his life crunching to gravel and shredding whatever meager support is left it.
He falls into the abyss.
Clint has been cold before. He’s sat for hours on top of highrises, flexing his fingers to keep the blood flowing as he tracks his target from four blocks down, watching the bob of a single blonde-haired head like a tackle in an ocean of black suits. The wind reaches into your bones that high in the sky, cutting through flesh to wrap its fingers around muscle and sinew, making Clint brace himself against it every few moments.
The freeze he lives with now puts that to shame. It boxes him in at all sides, the worst of it the blue hovering over his eyes, a veil that cuts him off from the world.
His body moves, but he does not move it.
Clint knows he should fear that. He should be hiding in the darkest, most remote corner of his mind to avoid this overwhelming presence that pulls at his limbs with the ease of a child playing at dolls. Instead, he flings himself towards freedom everyday, battering himself onto the jagged, freezing rocks that keep him from sight.
Once, twice he believes he hears something through the ice, but like a shadow at the edge of vision, the sounds are wispy and unpromising.
Clint gathers what little of himself remains, and dashes it against the rocks once more.
Wow. Who the fuck is running their twitter?So this happened.
A ThinkProgress trailer showing what the REAL Hunger Games looks like.
That’s right. The Hunger Games hits the capital this week with the House of Representatives voting on a package that threatens more than $33 billion of nutritional assistance for the elderly, disabled, children and working poor.
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bwahahahahaha
| Loki: | I have an army. |
| Tony: | We have a Hulk. |
| Loki: | My army is made of Tumblr fangirls. |
| Tony: | |
| Loki: | |
| Tony: | |
| Loki: | |
| Tony: | ...shit. |
| Steve: | No problem. |
| Tony: | Why are you undressing me? |
| Steve: | Trust me. |
things I have to do right now:
- finish this steve/tony fic I’m reading
- read batman and robin 7 and 8
- um
- study for my italian final
- write a history paper
priorities, priorities.
(Source: starkstiles)