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meganphntmgrl:

I’m starting to think that instead of vampires as a metaphor for oppressed people, we really need to start using vampirism as a metaphor for privilege.

Like, yes, you’re a vampire and you probably can’t help that, and sometimes people will freak the fuck out when you’re coming at them even if it’s just to ask if you can borrow a cup of sugar for your blood muffins or something, and you’re like, “Hey, don’t judge me just because I’m a vampire!”

And then a human’s like, “Um, well, historically, vampires tend to attack us humans and drink our blood.”

And sure, your first instinct is to go “Hey, I’m one of the good vampires! I have a subscription service at a blood bank and everything!”, but… that… doesn’t change the fact that historically, yeah, vampires have survived by eating humans. Any changing perception of vampires is going to have to start with vampires.

So instead of protesting your innocence, you have to start by going to find other vampires and being like “Hey guys, we have to stop eating humans.”

And unfortunately, a lot of vampires are gonna think they’re already doing everything they need to to be Good Vampires, and this needs to be combatted. Being a Good Vampire is a never-ending struggle, and it’s not very rewarding, but it’s what has to be done.

And some humans will never, ever stop being suspicious of you, and you’ll have to accept that. Humans don’t owe you their respect just because you’re doing them the basic service of not flapping into their bedrooms at night and biting their necks. That’s like, the bare minimum of not being an asshole vampire. And some humans will probably still make jokes about how vampires can’t go in the sun without burning up and how they have no reflections and how for some reason they think “Alucard” is actually a cute baby name, but you’ll just have to deal with that, because they’re coping with the fact that this is an entire population of things that historically have always eaten them.

But it’s not about you. It’s about making the world safer for humans, and combatting it every damn time you see another vampire planning out a good old-fashioned round of feasting on virgins in nightgowns, and saying “Okay, no, that’s really offensive” the next time one of your vampire buddies refers to a human as a bloodbag, and generally working overtime to present a pro-human standpoint.

Because really, what good does it do to make the monsters the oppressed ones?

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heathyr:

If you thought I couldn’t attribute just about every Daughter song to a character or pairing on Teen Wolf well I have something to tell you 

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stilinskisparkles:

do u ever just suddenly have a thought about stiles and derek and ure like

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what a good.

sometimes when i’m sad i like to think about derek shushing stiles after a nightmare and brushing his lips against stiles’ temple and whispering “i’m never going to leave” into the skin of stiles’ shoulder hoping for the day stiles finally believes him. AND I CRY

YES. share the thoughts.

today i thought about Stiles working in a coffee shop and Derek coming in with a loud group of friends that Stiles loathes because they tear up a million sugar papers and snap stirrers and leave them in their cups, but he lets it all slide because Derek always tries to clean up after them, and one time when it’s raining, Derek walks past when Stiles is trynna get the furniture in and STOPS TO HELP, and they both get soaked and then sit inside in the dark with their teeth chattering whilst Stiles tries to get the coffee machine going and pointedly avoids looking at Derek’s thin t-shirt plastered to his skin, and then Derek breathes in the coffee and he looks quietly pleased and says “you always make it the best” and then before Stiles knows it he’s leaping across the counter and they’re making out. then he has to clear up but it doesn’t matter cos Derek’s totally gonna come home with him. Stiles has a better coffee machine at home, oh my god, what were you thinking, he doesn’t put out before they’ve exchanged more than “venti americano, extra shot, with caramel, Derek, thanks,” and some heated stares. THEY’RE JUST GONNA DRINK MORE COFFEE. 

they’re not. they’re so not. Derek totally makes a move again and Stiles is helpless to resist. doesn’t even try and point out how expensive the ground beans he used to impress Derek were. he’s too busy trying to yank his shirt off. 

AND YEAH, thoughts and stuff and thangs.

mmm you know what i was thinking about this morning? about stiles and derek lying in the grass in their backyard on a warm summer evening, with a small fire crackling nearby for them to sit around and eat s’mores later, because stiles insisted on camping out tonight, there’s a meteor shower derek, the biggest one in three hundred years, don’t you watch the news, and the sun is slowly setting behind the huge, old trees and derek has his head pillowed on stiles’ arm, his own arm splayed over stiles’ waist, his thumb lazily rubbing stiles’ hipbone as he’s listening to him talk about “cool astronomy stuff”, and there’s this scent in the air, of burnt wood and hot coals and it should make derek cringe, it should make his stomach turn and make him feel weak and sick to his very core, like it used to before, but it doesn’t, because it’s mixed with another scent, a much stronger one; the scent of stiles, and it could never smell like anything else but joy and safeness and home, because stiles has made everything better, and even the worst memories don’t hurt that bad anymore, don’t claw at him and leave invisible, yet almost palpable scars in their wake. and derek lies there, doing the most cliché thing he’s ever heard of, and he doesn’t even mind, he just listens to stiles’ voice and watches the goddamn meteor shower and it actually makes him feel happy.

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goddamn look at that control

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Yes Wonder Woman… Hmm. Why are her boobs bigger than her head tho? …Brainwashing indeed. #Oxymoron

Why should her breasts (COMPLETELY COVERED by a CONSERVATIVE BUSINESS JACKET) have anything to do with her as a character—her intelligence, power or ability to be taken seriously when she speaks? #twat

I’m going to point out that the issue I always hear people have with Wonder Woman is her uniform. But Wonder Woman is a goddamn diplomat, an intelligent woman, and that doesn’t change no matter what she’s wearing. Most of the time, this is how she dresses anyway. You know, like the professional she is. But it’s dismissed. As if showing skin makes her a dumb, useless, blow up doll who can smash. 

And let’s fucking face it, if I looked half as good as her I’d wear shorts and tank-tops all year round and that wouldn’t affect my abilities as an engineer any more than her uniform affects her abilities to be everything she is in a business suit.

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And furthermore, let me explain something to you about female anatomy.

PEOPLE CAN HAVE BOOBS BIGGER THAN THEIR HEADS.

Does that make them brainwashed? No! That just means they probably have a hell of a harder time finding a bra than you tumblr user iturban.

Seriously, a woman’s intelligence is not determined by her breasts.

The organ that you’re thinking of is the brain.

I don’t even like superhero comics and cartoons and Wonder Woman is still one of the best role models

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do u ever play loud sad music and lie down on your bed and stare at the ceiling because life is fuckin hard man what’s up with that

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crochet great a’tuin is the best great a’tuin
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pyritewolf:

crochet great a’tuin is the best great a’tuin

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I WANT THIS SO MUCH

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