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          “Things have really gone to hell...”

          A single phrase, spoken quietly, but with conviction. Rebecca stared out over the ruined Main Street, a sad expression replacing the usual cheer that permeated her being. Roaming the streets was admittedly not the wisest maneuver, but, hell...they were low on supplies at the station. Down almost to nothing. There were shops in the area, places with supplies, she could’ve stood to gain some extra bullets or medical supplies at the least. But, seeing the horde of undead monsters on Main Street, she felt her resolve shatter instantly. The city was doomed. There was no saving it. No hope. It would only be a matter of time before the outside world got wind of what was going on, and strike teams were sent in to purge the city. And that, she thought, was the best case scenario.

          But what if the rest of the world was like this too? What if it was spreading?

          She had to rid herself of these thoughts; she’d been noticed. Taking off back in the direction of the Police Station at a run, Rebecca started dashing through back alleys, dodging the undead and mutated monsters along the way. She didn’t have enough ammo to fight. The best she could do was flee, and hope she was fast enough. Finally, as if a beacon of hope shone in her path, the Raccoon City Police Department’s front gate came into view. She picked up the pace, slamming into the gate, only to realize...

          It’d been barred from the other side.

          Beginning to panic, she acted out of desperation. Running to the right, she jumped the fence, dodged the dead outside, and made her way into the station’s second floor hallway. Just as she shoved open the door to the 2nd floor waiting room, she froze in her tracks. Hands raised in a flash, as Rebecca greatly preferred not getting shot. This motion was accompanied by a panicked cry, a voice full of desperation.

          “No! Don’t shoot - I’m not one of them!”

(I don’t mean this in a malicious way, but make your own post for other minorities thanks)

Why is still acceptable for cis men to put on a wig and a whiny voice and call that a female character? Is that all a woman is to you? I know it’s supposed to be a comedic character. But do you see what’s wrong with that if you think exploiting a woman is comedy? Youtube has a lot of respectable creators, but I had to scroll past a bunch of men making fun of stereotypes of women. It’s not harmless. You’re the problem if you continue to make fun of women for doing ‘basic’ things. It’s not hurting you, mind your business.

“Well, women imitate boys all the time!”

Compared to men? No, they don’t. Next.

(Do NOT think the things men do to affect women are harmless. Women have been oppressed for centuries. And young girls are still being manipulated and taught they’re less than today. If you can’t have some sort of sympathy or respect for that like you do for race, leave. Unlearn some things. Breathe a bit.)

Think about how images like that affect young transgender girls or transgender women in general. Seeing a “masculine” appearing person with “feminine” clothes on is supposed to be funny? This is the same for gender non-conforming people. Cancelled.

Also, reconsider the way you use the word ‘bitch’ and how you think about the men who use it. No, I don’t care if you’re gay. Think about where that word came from. To degrade women. Bitch.

If you can’t find anything funnier to replace this kind of content, maybe you’re just that irrelevant. Kidding. Maybe this is your time to come up with something original that turns out to actually be really funny.

Tldr; Give women a break so they can continue to undo and unlearn all the bs men put them through and more! Like create wifi and ish.

Touch Starved Meme. || @letherlive​.

👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair

            big, blue eyes peered up at the woman before her with a mix of awe and fear. her head ducked a little under the hand that reached up to ruffle her hair. calming words were uttered to her, telling her not to be afraid. Lily wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she could trust this woman. that this woman would keep her safe. at least until Lily got back to her dad.            wherever he was, if he was even here.            the thought made her frown, worry beginning to surface in her stomach, making it turn and flip uncomfortably. where was her dad? would she ever see him again? what was she supposed to do? she was lost and she was scared and all she had was someone she didn’t know telling her not to be afraid.