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feministbatwoman:

huffingtonpost:

Columbia University Student Will Drag Her Mattress Around Campus Until Her Rapist Is Gone

"I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc," Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here. 

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowitz.

In her school hearing, Sulkowitz ” had to explain to the three administrators on the panel how anal rape worked. She told them she had been hit across the face, choked and pinned down, but, she said, one still seemed confused about how it was possible for someone to penetrate her there without lubricant. Sulkowicz said she had to draw them a diagram.”

"Her best friend was meant to be at the hearing; Sulkowicz had chosen her as her one “supporter.” But her friend was kicked out of that role for talking about the case, according to Sulkowicz, in violation of the university’s confidentiality policy. As punishment, her friend was also put on probation and made to write two reflection papers: one from the perspective of Sulkowicz and another from the accused."

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE
OF HER FRIEND’S RAPIST

- Two other women at Columbia have accused this guy of sexual assault/rape. But he’s been found not responsible in all instances, and is still on campus.

- When she went to the police, one officer said: “”You invited him into your room. That’s not the legal definition of rape.”

- Another officer told her friends, who came with her: ““For every single rape I’ve had, I’ve had 20 that are total bull——,” he added. “It’s also my type of job to get to the truth. If that means being harsh about it, that’s what I do.”

And that’s.
Why.
People.
Don’t.
REPORT.

I want to set literally everything on fire.

Also fucking bullshit that a goddamn police officer doesn’t know what the legal definition of rape is. It literally takes 0.31 seconds to look up the Department of Justice’s legal federal definition on Google.

The new definition of rape is: “The penetration, no matter how slight, of the vagina or anus with any body part or object, or oral penetration by a sex organ of another person, without the consent of the victim.”   The definition is used by the FBI to collect information from local law enforcement agencies about reported rapes.”

Nothing about inviting someone into your house/apartment/dorm. Nothing.

Just the mere fact that sexual penetration happened without consent.

But what is consent, officer?

The ability of the victim to give consent must be determined in accordance with state statute.

So what’s the state statute for Columbia University in New York? Again, it took less than 5 seconds to type that into Google and then pick the proper article section.

Where the offense charged is rape in the third degree as defined in subdivision three of section 130.25, or criminal sexual act in the third degree as defined in subdivision three of section 130.40, in addition to forcible compulsion, circumstances under which, at the time of the act of intercourse, oral sexual conduct or anal sexual conduct, the victim clearly expressed that he or she did not consent to engage in such act, and a reasonable person in the actor’s situation would have understood such person’s words and acts as an expression of lack of consent to such act under all the circumstances.

That is a “no means no" clause right there.

That doesn’t say “no doesn’t apply if you invited them into your residence”.

It says if she said no, and whoever decided to rape her anyways, THAT IS CONSIDERED RAPE - THERE IS LITERALLY NO DOUBT TO BE CAST.

[Said the non-law student toward the law enforcement officer who doesn’t even know how to do his job - and isn’t that a terrifying thought.]

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melanoradrood:

What do you mean this isn’t what happened?

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jedavu:

PROVOCATIVE STREET MESSAGES BY MOBSTER

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kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"
“WHAT NO”

This made me giggle far too much

kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"

WHAT NO

This made me giggle far too much

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hipster-trichster:

trainhardbestrong:

hannahroad:

hannahroad:

hannahroad:

Miley: “Dad I have something for Tanners bug collection”

my uncle: “that’s great”

Miley: “it’s a bird”

my uncle: “no its not”

-chirping noise-

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They let it go and it flew away just fine, so we’re wondering how she caught it.

update:

she caught another bird.

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update: she caught a squirrel today

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She is gonna rule the world one day with this power

goddamn snow white

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deleted-scenes:

Teen Wolf AU: So Stiles’ original plan of insinuating himself into every aspect of Derek’s life and making Derek fall in love with him - mostly by just being everywhere all the time - might not have worked as well as anticipated because Derek is a paranoid bastard, but from where Stiles is standing it looks like it all went okay anyway. 

Inspired by this post, except that it got sappier.

“’Okay’? I’m sorry, did you say ‘okay?’”

Derek sighs, pretending to be exasperated. “I did.” He takes a step closer to him, not sure if the racing heart he hears is Stiles’ or his own.

Stiles rubs a hand over his buzzed hair. Derek can’t wait to get his mouth on it, feel it bristle against his thighs. “Holy shit I can’t believe that worked. I didn’t think – “

“You mean you actually planned that speech? You came here to ask me out and that’s the speech you planned?” Derek loved the speech, has been waiting for Stiles to blurt out something ridiculous like that for awhile now, but he still can’t help but tease him for it. 

Stiles is especially adorable when he’s stuttering and trying to argue with him. “No, I didn’t plan…I just…I didn’t think you’d really even want to be my friend, let alone…the other stuff. To be honest, I don’t even remember exactly what I said.”

Derek can definitely hear the racing of Stiles’ pulse now, wonders if he’ll get to trace its sinuous path under his skin with his tongue, maybe rough up that pale, beauty-marked canvas with hickies and beard burn, mark his neck up so everyone knows he’s taken, mark up all kinds of other places only he’ll get to see, just for the two of them.

Derek takes another step closer so there’s hardly any space at all between them. They’ve been closer, a lot closer, in the pool, in the sheriff’s station, but it’s never felt like this.

Like the beginning of something that will never end.

“You said that you wanted to be my best friend who holds my hand and gives me orgasms and maybe puts a ring on it.”

He can’t help but smile at Stiles’ look of cringing horror. “Oh god, and you still said okay?”

“I must be crazy.” He runs a finger up Stiles’ arm, smiling as his skin rises in goosebumps in response to his touch. His knuckles dance over his collarbone, eyes locked on Stiles’ lower lip, red and pillowy from his nervous chewing, his oral fixation.

“Or you just have really low standards,” Stiles attempts to tease, slightly cracking voice giving him away even if his heartbeat hadn’t already.

Derek gently cups the back of Stiles’ neck, runs his thumb across his hairline, memorizing the flutter of his eyelashes when they flit up to meet his gaze. “Or, I also want to be your best friend who holds your hand and gives you orgasms and puts a ring on it.”

“Oh.” Stiles says, all soft and perplexed, scent thickening with sweet happiness and lust.

Derek’s got him in his grasp now, other arm hooked firmly around his narrow waist, pressing them close together. He takes a deep breath and finally gives in to two years of temptation, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into Stiles’ neck, inhaling his musky-sweet scent up close, so potent and pure right there behind his ear it makes him dizzy. Derek noses hard at his jaw, running his face along the hard-edged bone dusted in short, sharp stubble.

Stiles is making a noise, groaning and gasping, body going pliant, cock pressing against his, both of them hard and straining against the fabric between them. “Is, uh,” he pants, breath hot and wet against his cheek, “there a particular order you want to do those things?”

Derek smiles into his neck and reaches down to intertwine their fingers, clasping his hand firmly. “I’m a fan of trying everything at once,” he whispers before kissing him, finally.

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I’m a stydia shipper but THIS IS THE PERFECTION IN 40 SEC

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voldemo:

What do you mean this isnt how the scene went

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