Shikhandi and Other Stories They Don’t Tell You

Patriarchy asserts men are superior to women, Feminism clarifies women and men are equal, Queerness questions what constitutes male and female.

In his latest book, “Shikhandi and Other Tales They Don’t Tell You”, mythologist Devdutt Pattanaik explores the various stories revolving around queer topics that were a part of ancient Indian history but are seemingly and conveniently forgotten in the current society. 
Contrasting the popular belief in present day Indian society, that queerness and the LGBT+ community should be condemned and denounced as they go against the culture, traditions and history of India and are nothing but a Western corruption, Devdutt Pattanaik draws upon various Hindu oral myths as well as sacred texts which narrate tales of homosexual relationships, trans and intersex identities and other MOGII groups amongst not only humans, demigods and spirits but also Gods and Goddesses who constantly challenge the normative stances on gender roles and identities.

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A touching video by the ASPCA tells the story of a family who made a difference in a neglected dog’s life and in return had their lives changed forever.

My Wish For You || Benny & Blaise

-packs up the picnic basket and gift bag into Claire’s car because there’s not enough room for all of the stuff on his motorcycle then heads over to the park around the time he said he’d be there and picks a picnic table and sets out all the stuff and waits for Blaise-

Hoy en el metro me pasó algo muy interesante, hice el intercambio de línea en la Estación Baquedano aquí en Santiago, iba con mi familia y todos llevábamos valijas de viaje, en un momento me descuidé y tropecé con la valija de mi primo que estaba delante mío, la valija se cayó causando un gran estruendo; los dos la miramos por unos segundos y ninguno tuvo la iniciativa de recogerla (No pensé que fuera mi culpa y él es hombre debía recogerla por educación), de repente un niño de 7 años se acercó a nosotros, la recogió y me la pasó para que la cogiera con mis manos y se fue corriendo. No supe que pensar en ese momento, no tuve tiempo de agradecerle tampoco; mi primo lo siguió con la mirada pero entonces llegó el metro y tuvimos que ingresar. No sé, estás cosas así de simples y bonitas sacan grandes sonrisas y te enseñan que aún hay Minicaballeros en este mundo lleno de gente basura, con esta clase de inocencia y sin la espera de recibir algo a cambio es como deberíamos actuar todos alrededor de nuestra vida.
I’m obsessed with collecting and telling stories. It’s what I do — it’s why I do a zine, why I write fiction, why I write songs. I think people have a tendency to let other people’s stories speak for them. Rather than writing down their own stories, they read zines or listen to records and say, ‘I don’t need to write my stories down because these people did it for me.’ But you can’t depend on other people to tell your stories for you. No matter how closely you relate to someone else’s words, no one can ever tell your story for you. And so I tell my stories and those of my friends over and over, whether anyone wants to hear them or not.
—  Rust Belt Jessie, Like Burned Out Bulbs on a Ferris WheelReckless Chants 20: A Field Guide to Vanished Things
If each one of us were no more than a single human being, if the world really could completely be rid of us with a single bullet, then there would be no sense in telling stories anymore. But every person is more than himself: he is also the unique, entirely particular, and in every case meaningful and remarkable point of intersection where the phenomena of the world overlap, only once and never again in just this way. That is why everyone’s story is important, eternal, and godlike—why everyone, as long as and in whatever fashion he lives and fulfills the will of Nature, is wonderful and worthy of all our attention. Everyone is the spirit made flesh; in everyone, creation takes form and suffers; in everyone, a Redeemer dies on the cross.
—  Hermann Hesse (Demian) — Preach bro. 
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas


Title: Throne of Glass

Author: Sarah J. Maas
Date of publication:
August 7th, 2012

Rating: 5/5


Celaena Sardothien is the most renown assassin of the kingdom, Endovier.  Only problem: one year ago she was unlucky enough to be arrested and as a sentence she has been a slave in the salt mines of Endovier for the past year.  Until the Crown Prince comes get her so she can be his champion in a tournament  the king has organized to have his very own assassin at his service.  If Celaena wins the tournament she would only have to work for four years with the king and then she would have her freedom back.  That’s a really good reason to have a reason to win against her other components…

            This book really is amazing.  I loved it from the beginning to the end and it is really action packed so you don’t have time to get bored.  I also love Celaena so much.  She is such a strong and independent character.  And very badass since she is able to kill everyone in like three seconds. I though the world building was a little confusing a first, but that’s always the thing when I read fantasy.  I got used to it after a while and I realized it was actually very interesting.  There’s also the presence of love triangle but it is not overwhelming in the story and it is well organized which is great because I’ve read a lot of books where the love triangle was taking over the plot of the story and I didn’t like it much. 

            In conclusion, I recommend this to everyone who likes fantasy and badass female characters. :) 

I have a fantastic plot for a Halloween, Rumbelle one-shot. It might have two parts, not sure yet. 

Basically, the story starts off with the Evil Queen telling Rumplestiltskin that Belle is dead. He didn’t want to believe the news the queen had told him, because he knew her manipulative games too well since he was the one to teach her them. It wasn’t until Miss Belle’s ghost appears one winter evening terrifying every nerve in Rumplestiltskin’s body that he finally believed the queen. Each time Belle’s spirit appears to him their encounters lasted longer, and in time he found himself impatiently waiting for her return. Rumplestiltskin slowly realizes that he’s fallen in love with a woman that no longer exists. Little does he know that Belle can be brought back to life by the pure want from another’s soul.

Who would read it? Where should I post it? On here or fanfic.net?

Lemme tell you a story fucklets.

So y’all know I am Albanian, right? Well here in Albania we go hard as fuck with pretty much everything. We are the most metal of the countries. Fucking three year olds drink beer and eat roasted calf ribs here. Albania is pretty much ‘Merica’s partner in crime: we worship eagles and freedom, our educational systems are fucked up, fast food is sacred, everybody wants to legalize marijuana, racism and homophobia are everywhere and there’s also the infamous healthcare. 

I was nine or ten at the time and it was the hottest fucking summer I remember. Temperatures of 40 C are usual here in fucking Tirana but that shit was 46 C hot and despite having unfuckable Albanian blood surging through my veins I was about to collapse and cry and become one with nënë Shqipëri’s soil. So it was the first day of my tennis course and my dad was forcefully making me attend it and I have never been in shape at all either. After two hours of physical and mental torture in the boiling heat of mother Albania’s summer my dad finally came to pick me up and I was so fucking thirsty man (well who wouldn’t be). Now, here in Albania dads and grandpas always keep colorless alcoholic beverages in water bottles just to fuck with us. Or not to fuck with us. Whatever. So what I did as long as I got home is obvious: there was a small water bottle filled with vodka in the counter and I was evaporating so before my grandma was able to yell IRINA NO I chugged like 1/4 of it and threw up a month’s worth of meals later. Needless to say my dad bought glass bottles with labels to store his precious vodka and rakija later on. He still stores wine in Coke bottles though. I like wine so that’s not a problem for me.