Hunger Games has the 3rd biggest opening in movie history.
An action flick starring a girl.
Who isn’t an emaciated stick.
Who isn’t a princess.
Whose journey is motivated by her sister, not a man.
Who is not sexually used, abused, active or even objectified much.
3rd biggest opening in movie history. Spawning a franchise.
Let’s just… let’s just think about that.
Let’s just bask in the glow.
Taken today.
This woman, moments after her rape last year, had to scream and cry on a public street just so the police would actually take her to the precinct - they wouldn’t because they told her what happened wasn’t a crime.
This is the excerpt from her email she sent me, before we met up:
There was one female officer, a sergeant, who responded to my 911 call that night. I truly thought, She’s a woman, maybe I can get through to her, woman-to-woman. As the police tried to escape to their cars and leave me weeping pantyless on the sidewalk, I followed her, begging with her to listen to me. I said to her something like, “Please, please help me… Imagine as a woman what this must feel like for me…”
The quote on the poster is what the female sergeant replied.
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On a different note, this is going to be the last photo until the weekend is over. This project is tough to manage, but it’s probably also tough to read as well. I think it would be good for all of us to take a couple of days to just breathe. Okay? Okay. No clicking onto the site, either. Just take some time for yourself.
xo
Grace
CHESTERTON SCHOOL OF THE ARTS
GRADUATION DAY
TWO YEARS EARLIER
The passage of time had only made Lacey Thornfield’s intelligence and inner strength brighter.
MIDDLEMAN H.Q.
THREE AND A HALF SECONDS LATER
As The Doctor cut a high-spirited jog to the Middlevault, and Ida slumped at her desk - folding the final origami of this iteration of her existence, knowing that O2STK would immediately send down an identical model - a new Ida with an even more visually assaulting dress and all of her memories - and wondering how she got stuck with this rat-bastard bunch of panty waists for heroes - Wendy Watson quietly buttoned her boss at the mouth of the corridor leading out of the Main Hub.
MIDDLEMAN HEADQUARTERS
MERE MOMENTS LATER
The journey back to Middleman HQ took a mere flick of a fly’s wing, but that was enough time for Wendy - even in her groggy state - to exhaust every possible variation, innuendo and entendre - both double and single - about the “box being bigger on the inside.”
As The Middleman punched his way out through the front door of what was clearly a ship designed to travel through time and relative dimensions in space, all that was left were his ongoing protestations:
“Who are you? What have you done with him?”
so - according to a poll conducted by the kind folks over at “goshyesthemiddleman”, there seems to be some demand for middleman crossover fanfic…
…and while i have publicly stated that i am more or less done writing stories for the middleman and wendy… well… what the hey, it’s christmas, and i suppose that technically, this isn’t so much a middleman story as it is a fanfic for another character…
disclaimers - please forgive any runaway typos, as this was something of a lark, and any bizarre formatting resulting from the transfer of words from pages to tumblr’s cumbersome text editor…
this fanfic is rated PG for the wanton use of the expression “jump his bones.”
