"It’s sad to see a man of generally good character in the dock for such a serious offence.
"I do not regard you as a classic rapist. I do not think you are a general danger to strangers. You are not the type who goes searching for a woman to rape.
"This was a case where you just lost control of normal restraint."
"It was almost out of the blue that two girls turned up late at night, very, very drunk, at your home.
"The victim was the worst for drink out of the two of them. She was completely out of it. I accept that evidence.
"She was a pretty girl who you fancied. You simply could not resist. You had sex with her."
Imagine the same type of apologetic statements being told by a judge to someone convicted of robbing people on the street…
"It was almost out of the blue that a wealthy couple turned up late at night, with expensive phones and full wallets, outside your home."
"I do not regard you as a classic robber. I do not think you are a general danger to strangers. You are not the type who goes searching for a person to rob."
"She was a wealthy woman whose handbag you wanted. You simply could not resist. You had to rob her."
Rape culture is the fact that no other crime is treated with such dismissiveness compared to the seriousness of the act.
This.. is the best cake EVER.
THAT’S A CAKE?
“Oh, this is a pretty cool statue - A CAKE? WHAT THE HELL?”
What evil person would want to eat this sort of cake though.
slow clap for the harry potter fandom
Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
But why the last one though
what am I not getting
I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years
Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)
After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.
One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description)
She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.
Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.
Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..
And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.
Kit Harington for Men’s Health UK, April 2014.
It is our fight. It will not end here. With every victory, this evil will grow. If your father has his way, we will do nothing. We will hide within our walls, live our lives away from the light, and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world? Tell me, mellon, when did we let evil become stronger than us?