Words On Wordss

My books sitting unread on my bookshelf:

Lazy days are the best days ❤️

Have you ever stopped to think about the contradictions society has placed in the minds of young girls and women? “Your body is a temple” “Allowing a man intimate access to your body is a privilege for him. He has to earn it” “You are worth so much” “Your love is valuable” and then there’s, “Are you sure he raped you?” “We’re you drunk?” “Did you give or imply consent even once?” “Just because you regret it doesn’t mean you can say it’s rape. Stop lying.” “Well you consented eventually/at first so it’s not rape.”

You know what? I hate you. I hate every single person who has ever questioned a scared female who claims she was raped. You are no better than the man that raped her. Because you know what? That’s not your call. You weren’t there. She was. She had to lay there while someone took advantage of the thing she was told over and over again was precious and special and hers to give and hers alone. It is no ones to take! It doesn’t matter if you’ve been going at it for a good bit of time. The second she says stop or no you stop. I don’t care about your “blue balls” or that she “gave consent at first”. You’re a low life piece of shit. And I don’t care that it could “ruin your life”. If you ever think that it’s okay for even a moment to force yourself on a girl you deserve to have your life ruined. Because you ruined hers. At least for awhile.

You took away so much more than you realize. You took away her ability to trust, her willingness to love, her self confidence, her happiness, her ability to feel safe. You turned her into a self loathing, depressed, scared, untrusting girl. You took away our piece of mind. You took away the small strength that comes from knowing you own yourself and your body and your mind. Because we don’t own our minds anymore. And we won’t for a long time. You do. You not only violated us physically but emotionally. You planted a seed in our hearts and our brains. A seed of darkness that strangles us at night when we try to sleep but we can’t because we dream of your body pushing itself into places you were not allowed to go. Darkness that pushes our minds into a panic attack at a social event or if found alone with any man even for a moment.

We will never be the same. We will never be whole again. And that’s not fair. It’s not fair that something we were not responsible for takes away a piece of us. A piece that will never grow back. Will never be filled. A little void. That just sits and from time to time it festers and we are pushed back to that moment and we can’t breathe and we are scared all over again. And we feel worthless all over again.

And we justify it. God, we try so hard to justify it. To make it anything in our heads than what it truly was. Whether in that moment or after the fact. You know what my thought was when I said no and you didn’t listen for the 4th time? “Don’t be that girl.” And I shut up and waited for it to be over with. How wrong is that? “Don’t be that girl.” “Well it wasn’t rape because eventually I consented by not fighting back and saying no anymore, right?” “That’s not what happened to me.” “I WAS NOT RAPED” Yes, I was. Maybe not in the typical way you will read in a book, or an article, or see on TV. But any sexual intercourse that is not consented to from beginning to end is rape.

Yes, we will be okay. We will pull ourselves up out of the darkness and the depression and the self loathing. We will learn to move forward with our lives. Forever altered but stronger than we were before. But just because we live through it does not make it okay.

everyone who reblogs this by–let’s say–July 31st will get a character based off their blog!

i’m gonna do it

AND THEY’RE NOT JUST BEARS

it is never explicitly stated that Janna is a black woman but repeated references are made to her ‘rich brown skin’ and ‘tight curls’ and ‘plump lips’ and also the words sassy, strong, and independent are used excessively

the bear thing is pretty much just an excuse to have really huge buff dudes who fall in love at first sight. there is no bear sex. i was totally waiting for the kinky bear sex and it never happened. they weren’t even that hairy. bear bros are pretty vanilla, it turns out.

bear bros are into fat women because they’re the only one that can handle their huge bear dicks and huge bear cubs:

the reason the chubby protaganist is so sturdy is that she actually a secret princess bear:

bear bros know what to do when you accidentally make a girl think you’re fucking crazy by running around the woods naked:

THE BEARMEN CAN FUCKING TALK WHEN THEY ARE IN BEAR FORM I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WAS IN TEARS OH MY FUCKING GOD

In conclusion: