#violence against women tw

[alicentcole]

girl my country is in the hands of fascists. actual moustache-twirling fascists. 700k dead in their belts fascists. GENOCIDAL FASCISTS. i don’t know how else to stress how desperately sad and tragic it is to be brazilian tonight. they won. they actually fucking won again. i mean. lula had the majority of votes, it was like over a 5 million difference, so there will be a second round for presidents, but they still won PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ELSE. please please pay attention to what’s going on in brazil for the next 28 days. we’re desperate. we’re dying. people are being brutally murdered because of bolsonaro’s fanatics. there are people who have been stabbed to death for over 70 times. a pregnant woman was assaulted and beaten in the middle of the fucking STREETS. it’s so ugly already and it’s only gonna get worse for us. please pray for brazil yall.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

"Anti-feminist blogger Jean-Claude Rochefort, who was convicted of fomenting hatred against women, has been sentenced to 12 months in jail.

The 74-year-old had been arrested in December 2019 in connection with posts and doctored images he had posted to his blog, in which he praised Marc Lépine, who murdered 14 women at Montreal's École Polytechnique on Dec. 6, 1989 in an anti-feminist attack.

Charged in 2010 for making death threats against women on his website, Rochefort was writing under a pseudonym. Montreal police's cyber investigation team nevertheless managed to find him and charge him again in December 2019.

He was found guilty of wilfully promoting hatred against women last August. 

In his ruling, Quebec Superior Court Justice Pierre Labrie rejected Rochefort's claims that his publications constituted satire, exaggeration or self-deprecation.

Noting the use of the word kill and the use of images of firearms and decapitated women in the accused's posts, the judge found that Rochefort could not have been unaware that he was deliberately promoting hatred against women."

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[mrdyketator]

my dad was talking abt some teenage boy killing his mum bc she wouldn't let him play games, and he joked that i might do the same if she told me to study too much and i just said ''yeah i would never, violence is so male coded''😭😭

[newsfromstolenland]

in light of that asshole being arrested, and the fact that he praised the École Polytechnique shooter, I want to talk about that shooting because so many of us weren't born or were too young to remember

on 6 December 1989, a man walked into a Montréal university, École Polytechnique, and massacred 14 women

he separated the men from the women, yelled << Vous êtes toutes des feministes! >> or "You're all feminists!" and opened fire on the women

the names of the women who were killed were Geneviève Bergeron, Hélène Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Haviernick, Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz, Maryse Laganière, Maryse Leclair, Anne-Marie Lemay, Sonia Pelletier, Michèle Richard, Annie St-Arneault, and Annie Turcotte

the shooter claimed to have been fighting feminism, and thought women should not be allowed to study engineering.

my mother was an engineering student nearby, so I can tell you for a fact that this had an impact on women's studies outside of the school. several of my mom's classmates dropped out after the shooting.

the recent news of a man supporting what is sometimes known as the Montréal Massacre is horrifying. but it isn't unexpected. this is where anti-feminist and misogynistic ideology leads, and the modern version of those ideologies retain the same violent hatred that the École Polytechnique shooter had.

I will not name the shooter, he deserves no such naming. he died, but his ideology lives on and can still be deadly.

sources: 1 and 2

[winterbonesthings]

Breathing Easy

So I wrote a story just now and actually posted it to Ao3! I’m super nervous about it so wish me luck!

Read on Ao3!

Or read here below!

Bucky hadn't remembered what it was like to breathe easy until now.

Everything was flashing.

The violence made him feel alive.

He was adrift, and it wasn't until a hand clamped on his arm that he returned to the place where every breath was pain. He left his face blank, now playing a role. One that he'd just been living in.

It wasn't the first time he had experienced a sale, even to someone as lascivious as Selby. She even disgusted what was left of the soldier in him. That didn't matter though, she was his handler for now.

Knowing he would be left there until Zemo and Sam came back for him, he let himself sink, hiding from the reality behind the dark mindset he’d had earlier. He couldn’t let himself think, or he’d jeopardize the mission.

He undressed on command.

Following orders was simple.

“Tsk, you’re hot, but Jesus, that face,” Selby snarked, and he turned eyes on her, purposefully empty. Disgust. He was familiar with that, even in this state. Her nail raked down the length of his cock, and she circled him like a shark. At a snap of her fingers, two men came forward, taking his body measurements. He stood still when needed, moved as instructed, ignoring his nudity with practiced ease.

When the men were finished, she grabbed his face and yanked on it, forcing his eyes to meet hers once again.

“Fuck, he looks so dead inside it’s like looking at a china doll. Sell him.” She said, turning away from Bucky, and waving a hand. His expression didn’t change, though he felt an involuntary twitch in his face that he struggled to still.

This was wrong, He wasn’t supposed to leave Selby’s until Sam and Zemo came back.

But did he want to go back to them?

Sam… Sam had given away the shield, and Zemo was a manipulator who had likely planned for this eventuality.

No. Bucky no longer cared.

Maybe Bucky cared, but the soldier didn’t, and it was time for Bucky to shut up.

When he passed a mirror after having been dressed in a leather O-ring chest harness and a cock sling with metal studs, he’d expected an auction, to be paraded across a stage and humiliated.

Instead, he was paraded directly through the streets. He kept his head up and eyes forward, and if people reached to touch him, sometimes the guards were fast enough to hit them with a baton before he could break their fingers. Selby was his handler until he was sold. No matter how he was dressed, he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch him without her permission.

They finally reached their destination, after sixteen broken fingers.

The door opened, and the pain hit him all at once as a familiar scent -sandalwood, leather, gunpowder- assailed him, but he tamped down the feeling as he was marched inside. He was the winter soldier. He was the Winter Soldier… He was.

He had to be, because there was no way Bucky could handle what was behind the door.

He heard a lighter flick, the peculiar specificity of a well-loved Zippo, and the inhale of breath, the tap tap tap of a cigarette on the edge of a glass ashtray, and knew, before he entered, that Rumlow was in this room.

It was like Bucky struggled inside of him, questions bubbling to the surface, but the soldier knew one thing unquestioningly.

Selby no longer mattered. Had she intended to sell him to the highest bidder or sell him to Rumlow directly, neither made a difference. Zemo wasn’t his handler. Zemo was a man who stole a tool from HYDRA.

Rumlow was his handler.

And as he stepped forward, Selby’s hand grabbed him.

“Where do you think-” He knew where he was going, and he backhanded her with his vibranium arm hard enough to knock her jaw clean off her face, and as he fought, he head gunshots that didn’t come from the men attacking him.

The violence was pure, raw, real.

Everything was flashing.

The violence made him feel alive.

And when it was over, he knelt on the floor next to his handler.

“Good boy.”

[whumpyourdamnpears]

What's your saddest scene?

It’s hard to pick one, honestly. I think most of them have to do with a relatively minor character of mine, Katie. I’ll put a cut for spoilers, but when I’m ready to release the story you probably won’t remember this post, so it might be unnecessary:

Katie is the mother of Sarah, one of my characters who starts off as somewhat of a side character, but an important side character none-the-less. For all of Sarah’s life, she’s been led to believe that her mother and father shared a loving, idealistic marriage, which came to a tragic end when she died in childbirth. The sad part is none of that is true. Katie and Sarah’s father weren’t “married,” he abducted Katie when she was eighteen and held her captive for the next 5-6 years. The two of them had Sarah, and then Katie ended up dying when Sarah was about four or five during a failed escape attempt.

Maybe I’ll pick Katie’s death scene as one of the saddest scenes I’ve conceptualized, because there’s so much going on with it that ends up layer onto layer on the sad cake. The fact that all her years of planning resulted in nothing. The fact that it was her young daughter that ended up giving her away because she didn’t know any better, she thought her and mommy were playing a game and that daddy would want to play it, too. That it’s left unclear whether or not her “husband” killed her in a fit of rage or if it was truly an accident. That while Katie’s dying she’s begging to see her daughter, which she’s not allowed to do, because it’d just scare her and she wouldn’t know what was going on. And then the fact that Sarah never remembers what it was like having a mother, or how much she fought to bring her home

I hate when characters who deserve happy endings don’t get them. It’s kind of a squick of mine. But in order for the story to even happen, she needed to die. It was unavoidable. Any part of her story or what her legacy leaves behind reduces me to tears, especially when her daughter finally gets to meet her family and Katie’s family are trying to navigate how to have a relationship with a woman who has never met them, but looks so much like the little girl they lost

[intersectionalpraxis]

Dozens of women were arrested from their homes and refugee centers, taken to Yarmouk Stadium in Gaza, their hijabs were removed from their heads, blindfolded, and they were searched. Many of them were subjected to sexual harassment, beatings and abuse. [@/mhdksafa on X. 12/28/23.]

I won't forgive ANYONE who calls themselves a feminist -for remaining silent about this genocide -you ARE complicit. During any and all instances of institutionalized and systematic violence, oppression, and abuse being executed by all imperial and colonial forces around the world -for you to say nothing -shame on ALL of you for cherry picking your 'issues.'

[intheholler]

the appalachian murder ballad <3 one of the most interesting elements of americana and american folk, imo!

my wife recently gave me A Look when i had one playing in the car and she was like, "why do all of these old folk songs talk about killing people lmao" and i realized i wanted to Talk About It at length.

nerd shit under the cut, and it's long. y'all been warned

so, as y'all probably know, a lot of appalachian folk music grew its roots in scottish folk (and then was heavily influenced by Black folks once it arrived here, but that's a post for another time).

they existed, as most folk music does, to deliver a narrative--to pass on a story orally, especially in communities where literacy was not widespread. their whole purpose was to get the news out there about current events, and everyone loves a good murder mystery!

as an aside, i saw someone liken the murder ballad to a ye olde true crime podcast and tbh, yeah lol.

the "original" murder ballads started back across the pond as news stories printed on broadsheets and penned in such a way that it was easy to put to melody.

they were meant to be passed on and keep the people informed about the goings-on in town. i imagine that because these songs were left up to their original orators to get them going, this would be why we have sooo many variations of old folk songs.

naturally then, almost always, they were based on real events, either sung from an outside perspective, from the killer's perspective and in some cases, from the victim's. of course, like most things from days of yore, they reek of social dogshit. the particular flavor of dogshit of the OG murder ballad was misogyny.

so, the murder ballad came over when the english and scots-irish settlers did. in fact, a lot of the current murder ballads are still telling stories from centuries ago, and, as is the way of folk, getting rewritten and given new names and melodies and evolving into the modern recordings we hear today.

305 such scottish and english ballads were noted and collected into what is famously known as the Child Ballads collected by a professor named francis james child in the 19th century. they have been reshaped and covered and recorded a million and one times, as is the folk way.

while newer ones continued to largely fit the formula of retelling real events and murder trials (such as one of my favorite ones, little sadie, about a murderer getting chased through the carolinas to have justice handed down), they also evolved into sometimes fictional, (often unfortunately misogynistic) cautionary tales.

perhaps the most famous examples of these are omie wise and pretty polly where the woman's death almost feels justified as if it's her fault (big shocker).

but i digress. in this way, the evolution of the murder ballad came to serve a similar purpose as the spooky legends of appalachia did/do now.

(why do we have those urban legends and oral traditions warning yall out of the woods? to keep babies from gettin lost n dying in them. i know it's a fun tiktok trend rn to tell tale of spooky scary woods like there's really more haints out here than there are anywhere else, but that's a rant for another time too ain't it)

so, the aforementioned little sadie (also known as "bad lee brown" in some cases) was first recorded in the 1920s. i'm also plugging my favorite female-vocaist cover of it there because it's superior when a woman does it, sorry.

it is a pretty straightforward murder ballad in its content--in the original version, the guy kills a woman, a stranger or his girlfriend sometimes depending on who is covering it.

but instead of it being a cautionary 'be careful and don't get pregnant or it's your fault' tale like omie wise and pretty polly, the guy doesn't get away with it, and he's not portrayed as sympathetic like the murderer is in so many ballads.

a few decades after, women started saying fuck you and writing their own murder ballads.

in the 40s, the femme fatale trope was in full swing with women flipping the script and killing their male lovers for slights against them instead.

men began to enter the "find out" phase in these songs and paid up for being abusive partners. women regained their agency and humanity by actually giving themselves an active voice instead of just being essentially 'fridged in the ballads of old.

her majesty dolly parton even covered plenty of old ballads herself but then went on to write the bridge, telling the pregnant-woman-in-the-murder-ballad's side of things for once. love her.

as a listener, i realized that i personally prefer these modern covers of appalachian murder ballads sung by women-led acts like dolly and gillian welch and even the super-recent crooked still especially, because there is a sense of reclamation, subverting its roots by giving it a woman's voice instead.

meaning that, like a lot else from the problematic past, the appalachian murder ballad is something to be enjoyed with critical ears. violence against women is an evergreen issue, of course, and you're going to encounter a lot of that in this branch of historical music.

but with folk songs, and especially the murder ballad, being such a foundational element of appalachian history and culture and fitting squarely into the appalachian gothic, i still find them important and so, so interesting

i do feel it's worth mentioning that there are "tamer" ones. with traditional and modern murder ballads alike, some of them are just for "fun," like a murder mystery novel is enjoyable to read; not all have a message or retell a historical trial.

(for instance, i'd even argue ultra-modern, popular americana songs like hell's comin' with me is a contemporary americana murder ballad--being sung by a male vocalist and having evolved from being at the expense of a woman to instead being directed at a harmful and corrupt church. that kind of thing)

in short: it continues to evolve, and i continue to eat that shit up.

anyway, to leave off, lemme share with yall my personal favorite murder ballad which fits squarely into murder mystery/horror novel territory imo.

it's the 10th child ballad and was originally known as "the twa sisters." it's been covered to hell n back and named and renamed.

but! if you listen to any flavor of americana, chances are high you already know it; popular names are "the dreadful wind and rain" and sometimes just "wind and rain."

in it, a jealous older sister pushes her other sister into a river (or stream, or sea, depending on who's covering it) over a dumbass man. the little sister's body floats away and a fiddle maker come upon her and took parts of her body to make a fiddle of his own. the only song the new fiddle plays is the tale about how it came to be, and it is the same song you have been listening to until then.

how's that for genuinely spooky-scary appalachia, y'all?

[viktoriaashleyyx]

A list of why I do not like Feyre and question her narrative:

I'm writing this while at work and from memory so it is not comprehensive, feel free to add onto this. Also, I only read up to a few chapters into ACOFAS before I dropped the whole series and got my money back.

First and foremost, the straw that broke the camels back, and the most important: She praised RhySAnd for the enactment of the blockade against Hewn City citizens in Velaris. The Hewn city is a City, not a prison, most of the people trapped there are only guilty of the crime of being born there. I don't blame you, Kier, I would've ignored her ass too for that stupid ass "you have all the comforts here" comment. It is difficult to continue to care that Tamlin locked her up when she shows no empathy towards the people she locks up. When she accepted the title of High Lady she accepted responsibility for the practices and procedures carried out by the Night Court. "I don't want those people ruining my perfect city" stfu.

False r@pe accusation to manipulate Tamlin and Lucien. It seemed like the moral of that scene was "don't trust everyone who tells you they've been r@ped, they could just be manipulating you." Fuck you SJM. These books are the fucking opposite of feminist.

Conjuring wings from a people she is not a part of when MOST of the women from that culture have their wings clipped. She never once thought of them. She never cared. And then proceeds to use them for her partners sexual pleasure. Definitely cultural appropriation.

She never cared or considered the people of the Spring court who she helped destroy. She's gallivanting around the Night court while the citizens of Spring have become refugees in other lands. Tamlin is at least suffering for his part in it.

Her nasty ass comments toward Tarquin who has never done anything to her except send her a damn ruby. Her attitude towards everyone who is not RhySAnd is disgusting and off putting. She's just an entitled brat.

Continues to treat Lucien like shit. He confessed to her about his incredibly tragic past and her response is "it still doesn't excuse how he treated me." Bitch he was rude to you because you killed his friend. No self awareness.

There will be more later, but this is the main shit.

[ek-ranjhaan]

Independence day? The very foundation of Independence is safety. What is the point of hoisting the tricolor when the white is stained with red.

There was a time when people believed of this profession as next to God's, people would fall into the feet of healthcare workers, join their hands to thank them. I think you guessed it already, medicine. And now?

"A female doctor resting in R.G. Kar hospital's seminal hall gets raped, brutalized, murdered."

"a doctor was tied to a tree, robbed and his wife and daughter gang-raped in Gaya district of Bihar"

"two resident doctors of Banaras Hindu University were beaten up by patient's attendants and goons"

"Two resident doctors of JJ Hospital, Mumbai were beaten up by patient's relatives"

"Two medical residents working at the Sassoon Medical College were brutally thrashed; a junior resident doctor suffered a skull fracture; a doctor suffered fractured ribs and broken bones"

"a junior lady doctor on night duty was stabbed to death by a patient"

And this has recently come to light. We have never even talked about our nursing staff and the amount of harassment they face. If doctors commit suicide from exploitation and extreme mental and physical breakdown, nurses commit suicide as result of extreme harassment and abuse, be it physical, sexual, mental. I hope everyone remembers Aruna Ramchandra Shanbaug.

The non-medic communities are not even willing to take a stand for us.

Everyone wants world-class but affordable treatment, even free treatment, free medicines and empathetic and responsible doctors, but no one has the bloody balls to take a stand and raise their voices for us.

This is not what our families sent us for. This not what we opted for. This is not what we're working are assess off for.

[greyssketches]

Her story....

I based her story off how women had been treated during the time black and white cartoons were airing. As well as how women in cosplay are treated. While Jax did not experience sexual abuse, she did get unwanted gross comments and looks.

Jax loved art. Loved making cartoons most of all. She loved how she even looked like a cartoon, and took pride in how many players called her "the cutest". This got her many eyerolls from the other bosses.

One day, Jax's room was invaded by a large group of male players, and was attacked. She screamed and begged them to stop, but they laughed at her. And she snapped.

As a result of this event she doesn't want anything to do with men. Out of pure rage for the most part. Because of her new appearance, can't even take being seen by anyone- she feels they took her beauty from her, something she had often took pride in. Without it, she can't bring herself to face anyone.

No one heard her. No one helped.

She got her chains some time after the event, which didn't help her appearance in her opinion.

[luminalunii97]

There have been reports after reports of gas poisoning at girls schools in mostly Qom, a religious city that is important to the regime. The weird thing is that the poisoning is only happening in girls schools (students are separated by gender at school). Many believe it might be intentional and the regime is trying to keep girls from coming to school by making it unsafe for them.

[beautiful-basque-country]

In the Spanish state, 1,245 women have been killed by their male partners in the last 20 years.

It's insane.

[rabiesofficial]

This kind of things keep happening :/

[neurotonic]

oh it's ok ma'am. girls just wanna have fun as they say

[intersectionalpraxis]

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