girl drop it to the floor
I have deep concerns for the human race
Sherlock - Series 3 - Behind The Scenes 3/3
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
Kevin’s mom wants him to clean his room. There are multiple things wrong with this chore. First of all, this isn’t even his room. It a motel room he and his mom have been staying in for the past week. Two, he doesn’t even use the room because he is dead and ghosts don’t need anything except happy memories and heaven. All Kevin has is a controlling mother.
He is happy that is mom is alive. He had been worrying over that since Crowley hinted to it weeks prior in the bunker that he may or may not have killed her. Apparently, he wanted her alive as a bargaining chip but forgot all about her and two other prisoners, leaving them to the torture of a wannabe demon. His mom stabbed him, sending out of existence, with the demon knife. Kevin wishes he were there to witness the look on the demon’s face.
While Kevin’s mom is out looking for some supernatural job, since she has nothing better to do, Kevin tries to improve is ghost skills. Move the dirty mom clothes off the floor, make the bed, wipe down the tables – the simple things.
Moving a lamp is a lot harder than the clothing. Making broken glass will be easier to move.
Mrs. Tran finds a haunting close to the town they are currently staying in. Since her son was now a ghost, she is sure it will be a piece of cake to get rid of it. However, her plans for the attack go out the window when she returns to the motel in flames. For a moment, she panics because her son is inside. And then she remembers her son is a ghost, and can’t die again.
Unless the ring gets destroyed – the ring that was his father’s that his spirit is holding onto. What then? Mrs. Tran quickly pulls the car over and hurries out, running across the street and into the parking lot where several other motel residence and fire trucks are stationed. She wanders around the parking lot in desperation, hoping that her motel room was untouched by the fire. Instead she discovers it is the source of the fire.
An hour later, after a hopeless search for a lone ring outside of the motel and in the car, she must have to enter the singed and damp room to find the ring. It may have survived. After being questioned by authorities, because the motel owners want to put the blame on the renter than their faulty electrical equipment, she begins to dig through the rumble for any salvageable belongings. The laptop is metal and fused into one piece; her hairbrush is a glob of black plastic; her clothing is simply ash.
Another hour passes and this is no ring. There is no sign of her son after desperate calling out. She didn’t want him to leave her, not until she dies. A mother should not out live her son.
“I am so sorry Kevin. I’ve failed you.” Mrs. Tran sniffles, wiping her face with her dirty hands. “I was a horrible mother.”
A flicker of the flashlight and a gust of wind through the room reveal Kevin in the corner, holding his father’s ring.
“You didn’t fail me, mom.”
Mrs. Tran gasps and runs to her son in an attempt to hug and kiss him, but instead goes straight through him. She coughs and pulls away to look at her son’s face.
“What the hell did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“You almost killed yourself a second time along with several other people! You can go to jail!”
“Mom, I’m dead! If anyone is going to jail, it would be you. And who says it was my fault the fire started?”
“It started in here. Were you cleaning the room like I asked, or playing around with your newfound powers?”
Mrs. Tran sighs and grabs the items that she was able to salvage, before taking the ring out of her son’s hand and slipping it into her purse.
“How were you able to protect the ring?”
“If I concentrate, I can grab things for a certain amount of time. When the fire started, on accident by the way, I grabbed the ring and went outside of the motel room.”
“How did the accident start?”
“I may or may not have tried to move the television and then dropped it while it was still plugged in. A short happened and, well…”
Mrs. Tran shakes her head and walks out of the motel room and to her car across the street. She quickly gets in and starts the car, wiping her hands on the towel in the seat next to her and dabbing her face. Kevin appears in the backseat, looking worried.
“I don’t plan on leaving you mom. I love you.”
Mrs. Tran smiles. “I love you too.”
She feels a hand on her shoulder and smiles into the rearview mirror, her son smiling back.
“Next time you start a fire, I’m grounding you to the trunk of the car.”
Misha and West today in Los Angeles
Benedict Cumberbatch photobombing U2.
BEST PHOTO EVER!
I don’t know about Mama Tran, but my mom totally would be like this.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)
Gayest and most beautiful moment in all of Supernatural
I honestly don’t know what this scene was trying to say other than confirm that Cas in fact has been in Dean’s ass
I like the fact that in the last gif Cas purposely looks at Dean’s ass.
I still have no idea what actually happened in this moment but I cannot stop laughing
bobby’s face in the last gif