stop calling young looking characters shotas oh my god shota is literal child porn and youre using it as an endearing term
Shotacon is short for Shotaro complex. shotaro complex means an attraction to young boys. shotacon refers to people attracted to shotaro-type boys.
Shotaro by itself is a name associated with young boys and is particularly associated with a character called Shotaro from this one anime, who was very serious and responsible despite being childish and some people thought it was cute. he was in a kids show. there was nothing sexual about him in the show.
the complex, or to put it this way, the ‘con' part of Shotacon, is what means that it’s a sexual thing.
Shotaro or shota by itself just means the serious-young-boy character. without the complex/-con, there’s no connotation of attraction
some people might use shota to mean an attractive boy being they think shotacon and lolicon are the same. those people are dumb, and also wrong. Lolita and Shotaro have very different meanings, as character archetypes.
there glad we’ve cleared this up now can people please stop trying to act like Shota is a sex thing when they don’t even know fckin etymology and can we please stop having this same argument every fckin week.
love it when privileged folks screech “HOW ABOUT WE JUST BE NICE TO EVERYONE???”
as if we haven’t tried “nice”
as if we haven’t spent our entire lives bowing our heads, stepping out of the way, biting our tongues
as if we haven’t laughed at jokes that bit at us like sharp edges bc we didn’t want anyone there to stop liking us, because we wanted to be agreeable and pleasant and fun and nice
as if we haven’t taken hundreds of blows with our lips pressed together because to speak up, to say “you’re hurting me, please stop,” wouldn’t be polite or reasonable
as if we haven’t fucking tried nice
Men’s Rights Activists.
Like when women hate men it’s frustrating at worst, maybe it hurts someone’s feelings, but when men hate women they are shamed, abused, patronized, demeaned, objectified, raped, and murdered, ya feel me, so even if I WAS a raging misandrist like worst case scenario I’d be a bummer at parties, meanwhile a girl somewhere literally can’t leave her house because it’s dark outside.
thank u have a nice day let me know if i fucked up
Where were my women who were forced to learn that with great power comes great responsibility? Where were my awkward school girls who were just trying to graduate high school when they found they didn’t need their glasses anymore, but could lift a school bus one-handed? Where were the funny best buddies? It’s not as though we can all be Lara Croft. Yet for a long time, she was all we had: if you were a woman, you had your place, on one end of the spectrum or the other. Why, I still ask every single time the movie is on TV, is it Kick-Ass and not Hit Girl?
Then the recent Marvel films arrived. Pepper Potts came along in her business-wear and skyscraper Louboutins and was unstoppable in her rise to CEO of Stark Industries. Black Widow slunk onto the scene and showed us that we don’t need to choose between sexy and dangerous. Jane Foster, the astrophysicist genius, still blushed when confronted with Thor’s overwhelming good looks, just the way the rest of us would, while Darcy Lewis was as concerned about her iPod as she was about the faceless government organisation behind its theft.
Maria Hill reached the very top of the male-dominated SHIELD organisation, Sif is a fully-fledged goddess of war, and Peggy Carter was a sharp-shooting, red lipstick-wearing female officer at the frontline of WW2. These aren’t the cardboard cut-out women of action movies gone by. They’re more than the girlfriends or relatives or unobtainable dream girls, more than pawns for a hero’s man-pain. They’re definitely more than a gorgeous yet robot-like tomb raider with a penchant for dressing in clothes that are so often inappropriate for the weather.
They’re you, me. The boss you want to be someday, the academic your friend aspires to. The student who just wants to listen to music and have fun. The women who can do battle, run Fortune 500 companies, wield tasers and drive questionably. Girls who can show fear but fight against the bad guys anyway, who flirt just for fun. The brainwashed Russian superspy assassin. (OK, so maybe not that last one. Then again, we do all have that one friend we wonder about.)
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
|— Megan Emanuel (via mjwatson)|