#time'sup

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To A Very Talented & Elegant & Intriguing English Actress Of The UK 🇬🇧 Today After her stage debut in Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost at the Globe Theatre (2007), She made her feature film debut in the comedy St Trinian's (2007). She portrayed Bond Girl Strawberry Fields in the James Bond film Quantum of Solace (2008), a performance which won her an Empire Award for Best Newcomer. She has since appeared in a number of films, including The Disappearance of Alice Creed (2009), Tamara Drewe (2010), Clash of the Titans (2010), Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (2010), Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013), Their Finest (2016), The Escape (2017), and Vita and Virginia (2018). She received the Harper's Bazaar Woman of the Year Award for acting in and producing The Escape. Her theatrical highlights have included starring in The Duchess of Malfi (2014), Made in Dagenham (2014), Nell Gwynn (2016) and Saint Joan (2017). She was nominated for Olivier Awards for her work on both Nell Gwynn and Made in Dagenham, and she won the Evening Standard Theatre Award for the latter. Since 2016, She has run her own production company, Rebel Park Productions, which focuses on creating female-led content in front of and behind the camera. She has executive-produced four feature films and two short films. She is also on record as being a supporter of the Time's Up, ERA 50:50 and MeToo movements. She played an integral role in persuading actresses to wear black at the 2018 BAFTAs in support of Time'sUp, and has been involved with ERA 50:50, an equal pay campaign in the UK, since its inception. Please Wish This Very Intriguing Actress Of Grand Performances 🎭 A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 Ms. Gemma Arterton 🇬🇧  #GemmaArterton https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLhNS0vuYFizhUnZmqMDMkzfp5lIHIyD68nr80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[erikkamirs]

Why the fuck is Tumblr praising a movie by FAMED misogynist Martin Scorsese? The man worked with Harvey Weistein and DEFENDED Roman Polansky, an alleged child rapist. And I'm sure the apple DOES NOT fall far from the tree.

No matter how we try, we can't "Hatsume Miku made Goncharov (1973)" our way out of this. His grubby fingerprints are all over the film. And I thought we were feminists here on tumblr dot com. 😕 As such, I cannot watch Goncharov (1973) in good faith anymore.

#CancelGoncharov

#Time'sUp

[lilolilyr]

Letitia Wright in Drake - Nice For What (dir. Karena Evans)

[angelina-jolie-page]

Angelina Jolie and Chris Hemsworth Golden Globes Awards 2018 | January 7

[hobbyhermit]

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Just to warn everyone this gets a bit dark and adult, especially at the end. It is intended to make everyone think, discuss, and generally to give voice to those who may still not be able to even admit to that which happened.

Thank You

[filmniorcastiel]

Chapter One | Time’s up - Phanfiction

//Okay, so this is the new book that I’m currently working on, obviously, so yeah… What exactly do people say in these things? Um, hope you enjoy? I’ll  upload the next part as soon as possible and this was surprisingly fun to write, I like sassy Dan. Anyways, continue if you want and bye :)//

Genre: romance/ teen-fiction

Tw: drinking, death (very vague), Hell (is that a tw? I’ll put it anyways)

Disclaimer: this is not historically or religiously accurate in any way whatsoever. And the timelines for deaths and stuff might be slightly confusing. Sorry.

Summary: Dan’s the Grim Reaper and he has to save Phil’s soul from being lost to purgatory forever but even though he’s one of the most powerful gods in the hell he still has to fight his own demons.

Word Count: 2.3k

‘I am way too sober for this’, is the single thought that spins in my head as I walk into a crowded room full of posh, wealthy people who are currently getting wasted on red wine in gold lined cups.

An older man, apparently the host of the gathering, is the centre of attention, laughing loudly and surrounded by men and women in fancy dresses and suits. A couple of them yell and order around the maids. God, what is this? The 18th century? Actually, I would have preferred it to be, at least they had some taste in liquor instead of the twenty dollar bottles that have been sat on each table. I feel a tiny bit less guilty about taking one of these people’s life.

After a few minutes of mindless chatter about politics and standing invisibly in a corner, I heard a massive crash a man slips on a women’s overly long dress and hits his head on the edge of the piano. For a few seconds, only the maids come to his aid because it takes people that long to process what’s happened.

Finally.

Okay, so maybe I’ve lost a little bit of empathy doing this job for so long, but you have to give me some credit, at least I didn’t laugh at the groups flushed shocked faces which was pretty hilarious.

I walk over, now invisible to them, and grab the already dead man’s arm. The body stays on the ground but as I lift my hand a transparent copy of the man comes with it. Once he’s standing he comes to life, eyes opening and shouting suddenly even though I, unfortunately for me, am the only one who can hear him.

“You can stop scream at any point now, that is an option,” I deadpan from behind him making him spin around.

“Who are you? You weren’t invited here! Why do I see myself dead on the ground? What drugs have you givi-” I snap my fingers muting anything that comes at of his mouth. He continues for a fellow seconds before realising that his voicebox no longer exists.

“Well then, now that you’ve shut up,” I say, slightly glaring at him, “my name’s Grim Reaper, but you can call me Death for the next two minutes you’ll be knowing me, as I hope you’ve already concluded, you are indeed dead. Hope you had fun with you 56 years on earth, blah blah blah. Let’s go I’ve got other souls to reap,” I say, grabbing his arm as we ascend to room travelling to the ceiling before a bright flash of light happens and we’re walking through a tunnel with a big black door at the end of it. I snap my fingers again so he can talk now that he’s not annoying me as much.

“Wait, wait, wait. Don’t I get a say in this,” the man says trying to back away from the door. I roll my eyes.

“Don’t worry your wife loves you and will miss you dearly and your kid will grow up to go to college or whatever,” I say opening the door that leads to blackness.

“What? But I don’t have a kid-” I cut him off by shutting the door in his face. Good riddance.

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[nedsecondline]

Analysis: Democrats need something (or someone) to rally around. Joe Biden probably isn’t it well said ... like you Joe but your time is up! To beat Donald Trump, Democrats are going to have to face the reasons why he won in 2016 and good ol' Uncle Joe might not cut it, writes Zoe Daniel.

[mischas]

i'm not saying anything nefarious is up but i'm just scared that interview is probably gonna be used to discredit what mischa has said tbh

I can see that happening, but I wouldn't be surprised if we see more of Mischa talking about this stuff and more outlets wanting to give her a voice. In the wake of the FreeBritney movement and Time'sUp, more people are giving women the voice to come clean about shit they've experienced. I could be wrong, but I think this will blow back more on Rachel and Melinda proclaiming that the show was always sunshine and rainbows.

[haruka-clouz]

2 months and a half

I'm counting days or time until it's time. When you can see colors but asking is it real? When you are laughing but asking is it real? Questions after questions filling up where it no longer validate your experiences. You're holding up cause maybe somewhere out there you'll find a reason or maybe someone you'll answer all your questions but you know it. It was stupid to be hopeful for something that never cross your path at all. 'Til the time. Exact day where everything crumbled.

[groww-touchard-washington-blog]

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Concernant la viabilité du projet, nous envisageons de consolider des liens forts avec de nombreux partenaires tels que des laboratoires de cosmétique en s’assurant que la composante des produits soit respectueuse de l’environnement. Nous prévoyons également de nous associer à l’association des femmes aveugles (AFAM) ainsi que la fédération nationale de solidarité féminine. Enfin les influenceurs web (youtube et instagram) seront nos principaux moyens de communication sur les produits de notre gamme.

Thylda, Nahila, Ali, Younes

[rapeculturerealities]

I’m not a touchy-feely person. Like most humans, I appreciate having a say in whose fingers touch me, if I can help it. On New York City subways this seems almost impossible. But even when subways are crowded, it’s easy to notice people moving their bodies awkwardly to make sure they are not being touched

It’s because people like personal space. We have a right to claim our space and be guardians of our bodies.

One evening, I was on the train with my partner reeling over Avengers: Infinity War after having watched it the second time when I caught an older white woman’s hand hovering over the sleeve of my pink faux fur coat. If I did not catch her, she would have touched me without permission.

When we locked gazes, she asked if she could touch the fabric and, naturally, I told her “no.” Her face twisted into a look of bewilderment and she glanced up at my partner, her eyes urging him to keep me in check. The beep of the subway doors was my cue to break eye contact with her and continue our conversation.

As the woman exited the train car, she told me that she just wanted to feel my coat, and mockingly repeated that she wouldn’t touch me as she got off the train.

Her response to my refusal felt like a not-so-creative way to tell me that she did not agree with a Black woman having agency over her body, and I hopped on Twitter to voice my outrage. Her actions weren’t surprising, and it wasn’t out of character compared to other white people I had come across, but I wanted to know: how many Black women have had similar experiences and how often? So I asked.

This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. I attended a concert on New Year’s Eve and a drunk white woman decided it was her duty to fix my collar. No permission. She did not let me know that my collar was waving to everyone first. I remember feeling her fingers brush the back of my neck out of the blue, just because she thought she had the right to.

Racial harassment has been defined by the Civil Rights Act of 1964 as a form of employment discrimination. It is unwanted and unwelcome behavior because of your race or color. While racial harassment was coined to describe the ways in which this type of violence can occur in workspaces, it can also exist on trains, in clubs, and virtually anywhere.

Historically, with white women-led feminist movements in the US, the issues that affect Black women are intentionally carved out of national conversations in order to serve the interests of white women. This is why so many of us are skeptical even in our support of newly founded movements like #TimesUp. Topics like consent have pushed their way to the front of trending topics, but we also must address racial subtleties affecting Black women for these conversations to truly be feminist.

How race affects conversations surrounding consent isn’t just about fingers in our hair or incessant searches at TSA. In response to my tweet, many Black women shared that they have also been sexually assaulted by sober and drunk white women alike.

White womanhood is inherently doused in entitlement and maintained through victimhood and the gaslighting of Black womens’ experiences. This entitled notion is rooted in the racist myth birthed during slavery that Black women’s bodies do not belong to us. As activist and organizer Fannie Lou Hamer said, “A black woman’s body was never hers alone.”

The case of Recy Taylor, a Black woman who was abducted and raped by six white men in 1944, highlights the ways Black women were made “incapable” of violation as scholar Patricia A. Broussard proposes and reveals the lack of bodily integrity Black women are allowed to have. The quick dismissal of Recy’s case breathed life into future violence exercised against Black women by both white men and women because these racial assaults would continue not to be interrogated by the justice system.

When these racist myths are created and perpetuated, it frames our bodies to be subjects and toys for our oppressors. White women who touch our bodies without permission are subscribing to this white patriarchal idea that our bodies are not ours and that we have no say in who is allowed to touch us.

Last year, the New York Times published an intensive investigation of three Black women being sexually harassed in Chicago’s Ford plants, a story that was largely ignored by others in the mainstream media, despite the heightened #MeToo climate. We are intentionally silenced because of pre-existing racial prejudices that frame our existence, making it difficult and almost impossible for us to defend ourselves when we are violated. This is the very reason that the white woman on the train grew unpleasant with me when I denied her access to my body.

I wasn’t surprised when that white woman mocked me while exiting the train. White women are really good at ignoring issues that do not concern them so I knew why I did not want her to touch me would be beyond her. I’ve grown increasingly tired of feminist movements stepping over Black women or using us to further their opportunistic agendas. I join the chorus of Sojourner Truth, Ida B. Wells, Audre and so many Black women before me who have expressed their exhaustion of having our humanity disregarded to center white women. Time Should Be Up for them too.

[lostwolf29]

Come with me

Our time is fleeting, ever speeding on without us. So I ask you this.

Come with me. Follow me as I break these new trails. I dream of you even now, but at times my feet carry me away, and I must go, ere I be left wanting,

Wanting, but never finding, always a step behind,

As the end comes, as our time draws to a close and the Rose once again folds her wings and settles back into a common sparrow.

[angelina-jolie-page]

Angelina Jolie and Pax Jolie-Pitt, Golden Globes Awards 2018 | January 7

[theysoofunny]

Is Wanda Sykes' Netflix special worth watching?

Wanda Sykes Netflix special is "Not Normal"

Wanda Sykes isn't shy about what "Not Normal" is all about. Hardly three minutes into her first Netflix special she applies the expression to the disarray and subjective disharmony that's become known as the Donald Trump administration. She really pines on how he affects the whole of America, especially African Americans. "He has cracked Black" she notes, culling normalcy from the age-old adage, "Black don't crack."  In addition to her usual take on politics and world affairs, Wanda Sykes also talks about being hitched to a French lady, having two white youngsters, and managing the maniacal realities of menopause. Its vintage Wanda Sykes and its worth watching. You know what we mean when we say 'vintage' Wanda Sykes. Its the kind of funny that taps you on the shoulder and cracks you up. Like 'Biggie-Shorty' in "Pootie Tang" (such an under-rated flick), or Dr. Karl in "Bad Moms," you expect funny, but it still sneaks up on you and body-slams you with subtle-cleverness. 

A Comedy 'win' for female comics

While Netflix has served a few comedy specials from Black men, Sykes' "Not Normal" is the first from a Black woman. After Mo'Nique blasted Netflix for low-balling her, who uncovered a figure even lower than Mo'Nique. As a result, she took her 2016 uncommon to Epix, yet at a Variety occasion in April, Sykes said she completed a deal after Netflix offered pay commensurate to her worth. "They moved that comma" she jokingly notes. Now she's an executive producer for Tiffany Haddish's and her forthcoming Netflix series, aptly titled "They Ready." The show aims to highlight six entertainers handpicked by Haddish. It shows how far Netflix has come and how important Mo'Nique's verbal stance was for legions of female comics.  Sykes also delves into the pop-culture scene and attempts to unwind the psychological cacophony around shows like 'The Bachelor', which she says is inconsistent with '#MeToo' and '#Time'sUp.' "It makes women look moronic." 

Personal and Political Comedy

Wanda Sykes also shares the experiences of aging women; bulging guts, jaw hairs, and having hot flashes. "On the off chance that a man had two hot flashes, they would explode the sun," she jokes. While this portion was 'funny', age-based comedy has become status-quo for veteran comics these days and its getting old (see what we did there). 

Wanda Sykes is "Not Normal"

In "Not Normal" Sykes reminds us of her stage presence that makes viewers pivot and focus. When she gets past the Trump stuff, "Not Normal" truly exceeds expectations and becomes exactly what we expect from Wanda Sykes, comedic takes on life’s abnormalities. She makes us wonder why we've come to accept crazy realities, and mundane comedy. Wanda Sykes is "Not Normal," and we're happy about it. Watch "Not Normal," it’s funny as hell, and absolutely worth watching.  

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[duchessofostergotlands]

While I'm not much for Emma Watson, it would seem like she was the only one who missed the Memo on "Time's up on #Time'sUp and black dresses" She rocked up in black and even did a whole arm-doodle thing (for which she's now ridiculed b/c it said "Times Up" [sic!]). Oh well... Life, eh?

I haven’t seen it. But I guess that’s what happens when you drop your campaign randomly. Tiffany Haddish wearing an Eritrean inspired dress, Rita Moreno repeating her dress from when she won her Oscar in the 60s, women skipping the red carpet all together or deliberately missing out Ryan Seacrest, 3 of Harvey’s accusers standing on stage together and publicly stating the importance of a societal shift, Frances McDormand getting all the female nominees to stand up, a trans woman going up on stage to hand out awards, and several of the nominated films having complicated female characters: all of that made more of a statement than the dresses. Especially given the fact they drop them willy nilly.