hungrylikethewolfie:

Oh for …

Okay, let’s break this scene down for those following along at home, shall we?

Carol and Jim enter the shuttle.  We are going to ignore their conversation because that’s an entirely different problem, but the point is that they enter the shuttle to prepare for this mission where she and Bones are going to take one of the torpedoes off-ship to try to open it.  To be clear here: this is a mission that she and Bones will be undertaking, and they need to change into appropriate clothing.  So far so good.

Bones, at this point, is presumably still in sickbay.  Bones still needs to get changed.  Carol has plenty of time to find a room where she can change; possibly next to the one that Bones, presumably, is using!

Instead, she finds a suit there in the shuttle (why there are suits in the shuttle, and why there happens to be one that fits her is, again, another conversation) and tells Jim to turn his back before she starts to change.

I repeat: she tells Jim to turn his back.  She says it more than once.

Halfway through this completely unnecessary scene of her changing her clothing in a random shuttle, Jim catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye and turns back around to find Carol stripped down to her underwear.  He ignores her clearly communicated wishes that he not look, and makes it clear that his desire to look at her trumps her right to change her clothes without being ogled.  And because the camera moves forward so that Jim is no longer in the shot, we as the audience then embody the position of this person who has violated a woman’s explicitly stated desires, violated her consent, for an entirely unnecessary sight of her in her underwear.

This is the embodiment of rape culture, and it is completely fucking disgusting.

*Made rebloggable by request

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fuckingrecipes:

SHUT THE HELL UP AND STOP PUTTING ICE CUBES IN YOUR LEMONADE. YOU WANT FIX YOUR WATERY LEMONADE? ADMITTING THERE’S A PROBLEM IS THE FIRST STEP TO STOP BEING A PUSSY, AND MOVING ON TO BEING A MAJESTIC MOTHERFUCKER. 

GET SOME FRUIT.

BLUEBERRIES, STRAWBERRIES, PEACHES, LEMONS, LIMES, FUCK I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE PAPAYA OR MANGO! GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE AND PUNCH SOME BUSHES UNTIL IT CRIES FOR MERCY AND HANDS YOU YOUR GODDAMN FRUIT. 

BERRIES YOU CAN JUST SHOVE INTO THE ICEBOX AND GO CONQUER A COUNTRY WHILE YOU WAIT A DAY FOR IT TO FREEZE.

PEACHES AND NECTARINES, FUCK, YOU CAN EAT THE DAMN SKIN ON THOSE! TAKE OUT THAT MACHETE YOU KEEP IN YOUR BACK POCKET, BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHEN A DINOSAUR COULD COME KNOCKING AND MOTHERFUCKERS NEED TO BE PREPARED, THEN HACK THAT DELICIOUS MOTHERFUCKER INTO SLICES. 

NOW PUT THOSE BEAUTIFUL FUCKERS IN YOUR FREEZER. 

YOU’RE A CITRUS KINDA ASSHOLE? 

TAKE THE SKIN OFF YOUR CITRUS AND RECYCLE THAT SHIT! SAVE THE WHALES, YOU HARCORE MOTHERFUCKER. 

I BET YOU CAN SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING, WITH THE FREEZER. 

FUCK. 

WHEN YOUR FRUIT IS FROZEN, USE THEM INSTEAD OF ICE CUBES TO KEEP YOUR DRINK AS COLD AS A SNOWMAN’S FROSTY DICK, AND MAKE ALL YOUR FRIENDS OR MAYBE ONLY YOUR PETS SAY ‘WOW WHAT A CLASSY MOTHERFUCKER’

IF YOU’RE AN ALCOHOLIC TYPE OF SHITHEAD, YOU CAN PUT YOUR FROZEN-ASS FRUIT INTO RUM OR VODKA OR SOME SHIT. 

NOT ONLY ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE A COLD, FLAVORED DRINK, BUT YOU’LL GET YOUR DAILY SERVINGS OF FRUIT. YOU SNEAKY LITTLE HEALTH-CONSCIOUS ASSHOLE. 

TASTES LIKE GODDAMN VICTORY, THAT’S WHAT.

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barksysofetch:

BEST SASS FROM THE BBMA’S THIS YEAR!!!!

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scienceheroextraordinaire:

0ver-doze:

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guaranteed to make your friends shit themselves

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Doctor Who AU: Soon after leaving Mars, a brilliant woman enters the Doctor’s life, saving the Time Lord Victorious from himself

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