if you don’t see how the scene between jaime and cersei on tonight’s episode of game of thrones is problematic please unfollow me now. i don’t have the problem with the fact that they had altar sex because that’s what happened in the book but to me the scene on the show was rape, not consensual sex.


just because a show runner or writer doesn’t intend for a sexual encounter to be seen interpreted as a rape by their audience doesn’t mean that it is not, in fact, a rape. there seems to be some accepted rhetoric in film making that if a woman concedes to sex after repeatedly protesting then it is Definitely Not Rape. this sort of delusion and endemic misogyny is not okay and shouldn’t be excused. 

even if the source material lacked “enthusiastic consent” i’m frankly galled and disappointed that some of you are defending the choices d&d made with the direction they went with in tonight’s GoT episode as being true to the books and the very nature of the characters.

if nothing about tonight’s episode made you take pause, or you think i’m making a mountain out of a molehill— don’t let the door hit you on your way out.

Rest in Peace Jaime Lannisters character development.

Q: Why do you hate the john green thing? Just curious.


because fuck john green

  • he’s creepy as fuck. he does this weird thing where he fetishizes nerdy girls and shit. and it’s very fucking creepy to characterize young women when you’re, like, 40. and misogynistic. all the girls in the books are supposed to be these cutesy ass bookworm bitches that are lowkey sexy and probably wanna do shit like ride dick to a white-washed blues song. i’m not with it. and there’s nothing wrong with that, but when you look down on other women, or female-identifying people, you’re a piece of shit.
  • all of his characters are pretentious as fuck. what fucking teenager with cancer takes a cigarette out and walks around with it in between his lips without smoking it? like, if you’re going to go through this whole spiel about metaphors and shit, you can cancel that, because you literally just paid for… nevermind. nawl. fuck it.
  • all his books seem like a damn (500) days of summer, perks of being a wallflower, twilight ass mashup. anyone can predict what the fuck is going to happen by looking at the damn cover. some whiny ass white boy living in a boring world finds a white girl with the Emma Watson haircut reading a book or some shit and she has something unique about her (i don’t know, something that’s wild ableist and insensitive to write in a book, say, cancer), and he falls in love with her, instantly puttin her on a pedestal. they listen to the smiths and scoff at people who play Migos, call themselves misanthropes, run through the city and eat deli sandwiches in the park, then kiss in an alleyway. somewhere in the book, green will trash the girl (maybe she moves, or she dies, or something), and then the boy moves on with wispy eyes and a hard stare with a cigarette tucked behind his ear that he never lights.
  • he’s one of those pseudo-intellectual assholes that thinks that people with a certain kind of smarts are better than those who aren’t seen as conventionally smart (conventionally smart meaning the “white” kind of smart: perfectly enunciated words, coiled up, reading a book while pushing a pair of glasses up their nose, and containing a lot of angst about the world around them because everyone is “devolving into an idiot”)
  • plus, he’s just a ugly nerdass and i don’t care for him or any of his damn work to be on my dashboard. go read something better. fuck that christmas lights in your bedroom ass nigga.


she is why i only wear dark colors.

Favorite Ilana Wexler outfits


I’m at that point in a semester where if a car hit me, I’d probably say thank you to the kind stranger



There are times when I can’t stop speaking. When a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds. A million words that mean nothing. But when I want to find some words that mean everything; Like I miss you, like I love you, like my world is falling apart and I need you by my side. I can’t.