Quiet thoughts from a loud man

This will be a place where I put creative stuff, short stories, thoughts on characters, storylines and poems.




My lovely friends and I did a thing.

I also really want my idol, lacigreen to see this. 

THIS IS AMAZING AND SO ON POINT!!!  i’m so proud of u bb!!!  ❤❤

A co-worker closed the door to the staff room behind him.
It locked automatically
and I started planning what I could use as a weapon:
smash the glass beside the fridge into his eye.
pick up the fork next to me and sink it into his leg.
claw him across the face if I couldn’t get to anything in time.
As I calculated how hard it would be to shove his body weight off of me,
he finished making his lunch, said, “Sup,” and left,
the door automatically locking behind him.
I expect if I told him I was prepared to stab him with the corner of my staff ID if I had to,
he would say what I’ve heard too often, the one we all know
but are getting wearily suspicious of:
Not all men are like That.

When I was eleven, all the girls in my class got sent to self-defence
because they assumed we’d need it one day.
When I was twelve, there was a prostitute’s body dumped in the river next to my house
because someone thought she was disposable.
When I was thirteen, it happened again and this time the man went to jail
and people stood outside the courtroom and held up signs that he did the right thing.
When I was fourteen, my friend showed up to a sleepover late, chest heaving from sobbing
and from running four blocks after getting chased by a man that followed her off the bus.
When I was fifteen, my mother accused me of being a Man Hater
and I said, “No, but god, would you blame me if I was?”

I got catcalled and then got laughed at when I flipped them off.
they pulled up beside me and I clutched my bag tighter,
my hand going in for my keys and my mind going over how their noses would look
if I smashed them in with my elbow.
“What’s the big deal,” the guy at the steering wheel asked. “We’re just complimenting you. We’re not like That.”

Sorry, but I’m not going to trust you in case I end up on a poster labelled ‘MISSING.’
Even if you seem like the nicest guy, I’ll still have one hand holding my keys
as the only knife I’m allowed, because I don’t know how far you’re going to take it:
if you won’t back off when I tell you I don’t want to date you
if you’ll shout BITCH at me when I don’t respond well to your catcall
if you’ll expect my body as a reward for treating me like a human being
if you’ll try to take what you think you’re owed by being a man
if you’ll turn me into another statistic that people shudder away from.

I have been trained to assume that it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing
or face the consequences.
I don’t know if you’ll nod when I reject you
or pump me full of bullets.

Every single woman I’ve talked to has a story where they haven’t felt safe in their own body
because of what a man said or did.

Not all men are like That, but god, it’s enough.

—   'Welcome to Girlhood: None Of Us Are Safe,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle) this is what women have to deal with EVERYDAY! so don’t get upset when they react they way they do!

(via ginnabean)

The most impressive naval career of all the female sailors is that of William Brown, a black woman who spent at least twelve years on British warships, much of this time in the extremely demanding role of captain of the foretop. A good description of her appeared in London’s Annual Register in September 1815: “She is a smart, well-formed figure, about five feet four inches in height, possessed of considerable strength and great activity; her features are rather handsome for a black, and she appears to be about twenty-six years of age.” The article also noted that “in her manner she exhibits all the traits of a British tar and takes her grog with her late messmates with the greatest gaiety.”

Brown was a married woman and had joined the navy around 1804 following a quarrel with her husband. For several years she served on the Queen Charlotte, a three-decker with 104 guns and one of the largest ships in the Royal Navy. Brown must have had nerve, strength, and unusual ability to have been made captain of the foretop on such a ship….The captain of the foretop had to lead a team of seamen up the shrouds of the foremast, and then up the shrouds of the fore-topmast and out along the yards a hundred feet or more above the deck….

At some point in 1815, it was discovered that Brown was a woman and her story was published in the papers, but this does not seem to have affected her naval career….What is certain is that Brown returned to the Queen Charlotte and rejoined the crew.


David Cordingly, Seafaring Women (via queencardigan)

AWESOME. I need to make sure medievalpoc sees this. 

(via ardatli)


(via medievalpoc)

well done!

(via themarysue)


(Source: carswells, via ginnabean)


Always two there are, a master and an apprentice.

When your power eclipses mine I will become expendable. This is the Rule of Two: one Master and one apprentice. When you are ready to claim the mantle of Dark Lord as your own, you must do so by eliminating me.

In Tangier the Parade Bar is closed....


After some incredible achievements over the last year and a half, I am announcing my departure from Rev3 Games and Discovery Digital Networks. Sixteen years in front of the camera covering the videogame industry has brought me to a point where I am ready and desiring to explore new…

it is sad to see him go… but I can understand why, best of luck

They aren’t trying to judge you they are trying to save you

(Source: emt-monster, via lacigreen)

oh spiderbite’s version of “Black Betty” you are going to get arrested after a beating one day.  it came on Iphone  next thing I know I am doing 95 MPH on I-85… oops. one day I am going to see those blue lights and feel froggy and you see me on the six o’clock news and O lord if I am driving something with power… three words for then “Ball of Fire” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckPfk3Lu8PU


A Dumbing of Age “awwww shit" megapost

someone is going to die if she don’t keep her mouth shut

I must disagree (A poem)

I must disagree (a poem)

(in response to this youtube video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqJUxqkcnKA)

Ms. Sarkeesian I must

Respectfully disagree

With your request

For me to stop using

Women as my muses

I must ask you to understand

The place you put me

Because you see

You are asking me

To give up telling

The stories of women

That has inspire me

Women that has made me

A better person

That made the world

A better place

To live in

Women that have lived through

Abuse, assault, insults, and threats

And coming through it all

Stronger each with stories

To tell and tips to give

Taking names back like:

Bitch, Whore and Diva

And turning them

On their heads

With an embrace

Making them their own

Being in the work place

Being doctors and lawyers

Writers and musicians

Actors and dancers

Teachers and scientist

Mothers and in relationships

All with a voice

And things to say

I am in the trenches

As a reporter

Giving them a chance

When they may not

Get that chance

Or giving them

A nod to speak

Their own mind

As I give my own

View on their beauty tales

On the hardships they face

From the one and four assaults

To the day to day of

Keeping a loving relationship

Going when the odds are against them

To the fight against

Fighting addictions

And fighting to rises a family

In this economy

Each of these women

Are my muses

They have stories to show

To teach men

They should be listen to

To be treated as equals

If not as betters in some cases

Because they are our:

Friends, lovers, mothers, daughters,

Sisters, wives and born to share

This planet with us

So Ms. Sarkeesian

With all due respect

I must disagree

For I write about these women

Because I love them

Because I respect their

Struggles and strength

Because I believe in them

Because they are what

Make this world better

Their stories all

Need to be told

I hope by them

And I hope

By me trying to do it first

They will see me trying

And will take up the pen

Or camera

Or whatever form the choose

And do it better

So forgive me

Ms. Sarkeesian but in this case

I will have to disagree.