Read a Wired article, “Rape Scenes Aren’t Just Awful. They’re Lazy Writing,” and all I can say is, “Good.” This is something that needs to be said. I’ve probably read a variation of this article a dozen times in the past year, and it needs to be written again and again and again until movie and television creators get it through their thick skulls.

Rape is not titillating. It is not romantic. It’s not a plot point that needs to be pursued via a step-by-step scene progression that’s slowed down to -10 speed so every agonizing emotion can be read and cataloged.

Rape is an act of aggression committed by depraved individuals that need to spend a significant amount of their life locked up in a small box having their brains reconditioned.

At the very least, rapists need to be made aware that what they’re doing is WRONG. Like seriously, dude, if you don’t know that holding someone down and ignoring them saying “No, stop, no” is rape, then you should not be having sex with ANYONE, not even yourself, until you’ve taken some kind of class.

And I will opine that a lot of the confusion people feel about what constitutes as rape is due to popular culture. Movies, television, books, music, comic books — creators think they’re being clever or blurring the lines by introducing “conflict” in the form of a “traumatic past.” It’s too hard to just say that someone was physically assaulted; there needs to be a horribly drawn out flashback scene detailing every moment of degradation and fear. Because, you know, that’s what society needs. Realism or something.

From the Wired article:

But do we really? Although the recent Mad Max: Fury Road movie featured a number of central female characters who had

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I’ve never played the game or read the fanfic. I literally know dick all about Borderlands 2. Yet he’s asking me these questions and I’m seeing these things, and it’s really getting my imagination going.

A. Is the corrosive – acid? plasma? electricity? – held together with an electrostatic charge of some kind? The discharge would continue onward until it hits something and dissipates, releasing the corrosive in a destructive splash.

A1. Bioengineered capsaicin for a non-lethal deterrent.

Hits the victim like a bursting cloud of paralyzing awful.

Riot cops carry Pepper Blast ammo in their pouches. They also pack more lethal ammunition for their various weapons. Including the so-called Annihilator rounds that hit the victim with a monomolecular acid.

A2. People begin wearing body armor at all times. It’s not enough to completely protect the wearer, but it can block a single blast.

Energy Armor becomes a regular thing, though it’s very expensive. The wearer has solid armor to protect against physical attack, as well as a grid sewn throughout to emit a repulsion field. When an electrostatic ball is fired at the wearer, the Energy Armor sends it rebounding in another direction.

B1. A future where people can have themselves biologically reprinted. They are reconstructed inside projection machines and step out to continue the fight.

B2. People are reconstructed as themselves. They wake up and keep on going without a single stumble or second thought.

B2-1. The mc realizes that he’s a clone. “I’m not me. I’m the memory of someone that died. And when I bite it there will be someone that looks like me to pick up my life where I left it, but that person won’t be me.”

B2-2. People prearrange the dispensation of their genetic memory and the brain scans they leave behind.

B2-2a. … Read the rest “The Kid asked, “How do they shoot that corrosive?” in Borderlands 2 [nsfw]”

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This movie was super good. I don’t even have the words right now[1].

Julianne Moore played the role of Evelyn Ryan so good. And I loved the idea of Tuff having been there for every single moment in the movie. Like, she was the first one to say “Dude, you’re drinking too much. Stop spending all the money” to her dad. Everyone else was just lurking around, constantly feeling like something bad was going to happen.

That’s fucking powerful, man. It’s like all the emotions in the world.

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1. I am really fucking peebled. Plus I’ve got a serious mix of hormones happening at the moment. It makes my higher brain functions collapse in on themselves even as it raises my creative processes.

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She always carries a thick blanket everywhere shes goes. Folded in half, it makes a great mattress when she’s staying somewhere.

Couch surfing has kept her from sleeping in a gutter, and one of the keys to being invited back is good guest behavior.

She washed her blanket several times a week at the coin wash laundry. She’d found a place that had a 24-hour attendant and wi-fi. She wasn’t allowed to sleep there, but she could use it as a base of operations.

The place had heat, a bathroom, snack machines, and even a small bank of game machines (tablets with their cases bolted to a stand to prevent theft. At her suggestion, the laundromat attendant had even made some podiums so players could stand when they played. And somehow there were gray sensor mats rolled out on the floor … Read the rest “Here it is on Amazon; a collection of events. [“The Prize Winner of Defiance, Oh” w/Julianne Moore]”

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Title: Black Friday
Author: Harper Kingsley
Setting: Universe B
Framework: Heroes & Villains
Characters: Vereint Georges, Sandra Georges, Patrick Georges
Genre: superhero, sci-fi

There were times when young Vereint Georges thought his family was weird. Thanksgiving was one of those times.

They bundled up in their winter coats and climbed into the station wagon at ten in the morning and headed to Willsbury, the next town over. Shining Star Grove wasn’t big enough for its own movie theater, so they had to make the 45 minute drive in the snow to make the 11:15 matinee showing of Mr. Garbello’s Balloon.

Vereint wasn’t very enthused about the academy Award nominated movie, but he was happy to be out of the house. Plus they were going to Chang’s Chinese Buffet afterward, which was always a treat. His mom didn’t believe in wasting money on restaurants and always said things tasted better when they were made at home. Except her version of egg rolls had been really terrible–he’d seen her scrape most of them into the garbage and wished she’d done that before making him eat one.

Dad switched on the radio as soon as they were in the car. He was the driver and he had control of what they listened to. Considering the radio only caught four stations and one was religious and two others were country western, it wasn’t like there was much to choose from. They always listened to the tinny sounding rock and roll station, and Mom would sing along and she sounded better than the people on the radio.

Vereint sat or laid in the backseat shivering until the car heated up. The orangey-brown vinyl always took forever to warm up in the winter and his bare legs stuck to it in the summer. Dad said … Read the rest “Black Friday [Vereint Georges, pre-Darkstar]”

Haunted by the ghost of you,
the things you said,
and made me do;
the darkness that called out to me,
pulled me in,
set me free.
I lie here in my bed at night,
dream of you,
our Maybe Life,
regret the choices that we made,
the love you took into the grave.