//This is a serious post, based on posts I just saw on my dash. 

If you think that Loki and Kilgrave are anywhere near on the same level of moral corruption (either equally evil or equally redeemable), then you do not belong on this blog, and I would like you to unfollow me immediately.  There are things Kilgrave represents in real life that are unpardonable as well as unjustifiable by childhood trauma.  Keep rape culture away from my dashboard. 

//Don’t tell me that when Kilgrave buys Jessica Jones’s childhood home and runs his filthy goddamn hands over the walls inside, and peels back the wallpaper like a labia to see her age chart drawn on the wall, that it’s not a powerful metaphor for molesting someone’s innocence and leaving a mark on it forever.  

You know, I’ve heard he gets off easy at the end. And i think that’s because we’re not meant to feel safe or comfortable when this season is over. We’re meant to contemplate, disturbed, that men like this really exist, and leave a trail of wrecked lives in their wake. 

Even Birch Street and Higgins Drive are unsafe. Do you see the profundity of this violation? It’s her coping mechanism for getting over him, and he’s trying to revoke even that. 

Destroy the Kilgraves of this world. Destroy them.  Rape culture is not a myth. It’s a reality. 

icyxmischief:

//So not only is he a serial rapist who attempts to exact power over her by harming all those circumstantially linked to her, he also appropriates the media form at which she’s most adept in her new life attempting to heal from the trauma he induced, photography, and he’s doing so in order to monitor her and violate her privacy. He has a whole room of photos of her dedicated to this violently dominating purpose, which he led her to. This is what we call the Male Gaze, a theory that’s been deconstructed many times since Laura Mulvey’s essay “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema.”  

Honestly this show is SO important to uncovering rape culture and the violent possessiveness of male privilege. I am finding it a deeply challenging thing to watch, and highly personally triggering, but anyone with the stomach for this needs to see it in order to increase our cultural accountability for monsters like Kilgrave. 

//See it’s really important because in hyper-monitoring her, he’s revoking her agency, her right to exist in any visual or physical space without the control of his gaze, his perceptions, his desires, exerted over her. It’s as powerful a method of control as the pheromones. It’s an extensive method of gaslighting.  I can’t over emphasize how insidious this man is, and he EXISTS in our society, minus the super powers, he EXISTS. Never forget he exists, and never let him win.  

//So not only is he a serial rapist who attempts to exact power over her by harming all those circumstantially linked to her, he also appropriates the media form at which she’s most adept in her new life attempting to heal from the trauma he induced, photography, and he’s doing so in order to monitor her and violate her privacy. He has a whole room of photos of her dedicated to this violently dominating purpose, which he led her to. This is what we call the Male Gaze, a theory that’s been deconstructed many times since Laura Mulvey’s essay “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema.”  

Honestly this show is SO important to uncovering rape culture and the violent possessiveness of male privilege. I am finding it a deeply challenging thing to watch, and highly personally triggering, but anyone with the stomach for this needs to see it in order to increase our cultural accountability for monsters like Kilgrave. 

saltheria:

i didn’t even watch jessica jones yet but i
i don’t quite understand why david was cast as the purple man
like
him playing horrible antagonists works only halfway because while he’s a brilliant actor and pulls off the irredeemable asshole well, there’s also the fact that he’s very well liked and found attractive by many (with good reason, he’s charming even if not conventionally handsome)
so like
why did they go with him
they didn’t need to make purple man good looking at all
pheromones should make that obsolete?? ?
you KNOW if they cast someone traditionally unattractive, the fact that he’s gross as hell would be more spoken about 
but since it’s david, it’s?? kind of overlooked i guess

overall, i think that’s a huge mistake they’ve done
but what can you do

//I get what you’re saying totally, and GOD does it freak me out too, but I think it was a good decision, because as brutal as it is to watch David Tennant playing a bad person, it speaks more of rape culture in real society.  So often good looking and charming men are almost unconsciously pardoned for the allegation of rape because of the institutionalized systems that support their privilege and the dehumanization of victims (both women and persons of color). “Boys will be boys,” and all that bullshit.  Aside the pheromone control Kilgrave has, which does stand in metaphorically for sexual and emotional coercion, his  charm and physical appeal give us a more literal manifestation of the system of rape culture and victim blaming.  I think the casting was both risky and brilliant because fans WILL BE CAUGHT IN THEIR OWN PROCESS OF INTERNALIZED RAPE CULTURE when they look at David and say “oh, that face could never commit such crimes,” and then are faced with the horrifying reality that oh, yes, it could and serially does, just because it CAN.  

I guess I feel like it’s important that this point be doubly driven home by David’s casting.  Because Jessica is a marvelous and masterfully written example of PTSD so we need an equally marvelous and masterfully portrayed perpetrator who is as realistic as his victim is, in all the most terrifying and repulsive of ways.  

//On the other hand if you rp Jessica?

Come to me, you play my hero and I’d be honored. 

Followers: if you have PTSD, or if you have ever been sexually assaulted, or both, please be CAREFUL of this show. 

// “I wet the bed.”

Die. Die. I want this fucker to die more than I have ever wanted a character to die. Die. 

How dare you use your abilities to revoke a woman all consent. 

I’m going to formally request that no Kilgrave rpers approach me to rp because both my muse and I would not be able to play against him without ripping him to bloody rancid pieces.  

//I don’t care that Tennant plays him I already want him to die I want him to DIE. 

I can’t believe serial rapists exist in this fandom and people still think Loki is the most evil character in MCU lmao what. WHAT. 

She moved in /slowly,/ but kept herself away by a few, generous feet. Close proximity and sudden movements could turn a flashback from bad to worse – she ought to know. They weren’t close, but the thought of doing nothing brewed acid in her stomach. “Loki, it’s Brunnie.” She kept her voice steady, her heart thundering in her chest. “You’re having a flashback. Wherever you are, you’re not there. You’re on Midgard. You’re with a friend, and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. You’re safe.”

My muse is suffering from war flashbacks. Send me “You’re safe here.” for my muse’s reaction.

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An incredulous wheeze of bitter mirth. Loki’s serenely
crafty face is now transported with agitated grief.
            
               “You can’t stop them. They’ve raped and murdered the women
              and children already. Neither of us can do a thing to save them.
              Nothing, of our own volition, will make a DAMNED BIT of difference.”

{ Freedom is life’s great lie, Thanos said. }

Inside the mangled cockles of his mind, Loki hangs back behind
a bluff overlooking a battlefield in which a thick morass of mud
and blood and broken bodies mingle.  It is RAINING torrentially,
and Loki thinks on his brother, and laughs with airless lungs at
the thought that his former hero might come and save him now.
The Chitauri ship from which he and the mealy-faced bionic
foot soldiers were deployed hums indifferently in the near distance,
cloaked partially by the moist air.  Down below Kree renegades 
heartlessly mince the young denizens of one of the small 
unknown planet’s villages.   They fall in droves, screaming in
their mother tongue.

This is the three hundred eighty-sixth stop the Chitauri have made,
dragging Loki with them as a fieldmarshal trainee,
to loot some celestial body that another warring culture has 
already devastated.  

 Loki clings to the gunky viscous earth 
of the cliff wall, pale as a drowned child fished from the river
the next day, and slowly loses his faith in every single construct
built to evince living, loving bonds between people.  They are
merely illusions, lies of the most skillful fabricating, over the
essential truth that all interpersonal conduct is an exchange of
POWER and nothing more. 

{You were made to be ruled, Thanos said.} 

           “We can’t stop them. All we can do is SURVIVE.”  

His hands are so cold.