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captainsassymills:

If this scene didn’t break your heart you are dead inside or HYDRA

I JUST REALIZED

IN THE FOURTH GIF YOU CAN SEE STEVE LITERALLY CHOKING BACK TEARS AND HIDE ALL HIS SADNESS UNDER THAT SMILE

OH GOD, NO. I DIDN’T NOTICE THAT LAST GIF. WHERE HIS SMILE STARTS TO DIE. OH GOD. KILL ME WITH A SPOON. JESUS.

The last gif? “I’ve missed out on a life with you. I missed out.”

AUGHI’m so grumpy right now; today was my last day of regular classes and I got really sick last night–sore throat, stuffy nose, headache, stomach pains–AND TO TOP IT OFF, IT’S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH WITH AWFUL CRAMPS. So angry, I have finals next week, WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW!?

But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take defense classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.

from What Happened to Jennifer Lawrence Was Sexual Assault  (via catagator)