transgression

i love this thing that’s happening now where everyone my age and a little younger is like… completely outraged at the revelation that they have to work to earn a living and they’re like shaking their fists at the sky like FUCK… CAPITALISM… like lmao ok honey propose to me your alternative society where nobody has to have a job

and certainly for people who have disabilities or other reasons why they can’t enter the workforce that outrage is valid but god like… the rest of y’all… get a job it’s not really a big deal

like… asking you to participate in a society which will then give back to you is not some kind of moral transgression and i know this is just kind of a phase that most young people go through but i get so bored listening to everybody rail at the establishment

Rant

You know, for the majority of my life, I was bullied. I was the fat, weird, ugly girl that everyone sneered at. I was the girl that guys would ask out, and then completely laugh in your face when you believed them. My life was a living hell because of bullies, and I had absolutely no one to confide in. I was so depressed I couldn’t move some days. I mean, you’re supposed to have God, but He didn’t help me back then.

I’m 17 years old, and I’m pretty now, I guess. I lost a lot of weight, and I basically stopped caring about how others treated me. I have an amazing boyfriend who loves me a lot. I still struggle with my past transgressions, and I often relapse. My relationship with God has changed, and the relationship I had with Him has diminished even more so.

I am not someone people walk all over anymore. I don’t take crap from people anymore, nor do I let their significant height over me cause me to become petrified. That being said, I have a fucking problem with people who think it’s okay to send others to deal with their problems with me. I am not a scary person, nor do I get Freshmen to do my dirty work. You’ve got a problem with me? You talk to me about it.

Today, for the first time in a very, very long time, someone tried to start a fight with me. And I don’t even know this person, but she’s friends with my boyfriend’s ex (there’s still drama going on with that, don’t even ask, it’s so stupid). And I understand that I’m not going to be liked because I “stole” another girl’s boyfriend, but to instigate a fight? When I don’t even know what I did, besides walk away from her and her stupid, catty group of friends when they were bothering both my boyfriend and I? Yeah, I’m sure that’s called for.

I’m not dealing with it. That’s not what I’m here for. I have better things to do besides worry about whether someone likes me or not. Please provide a better use of your time and energy, because, trust me, I’m just not worth it.

​I wish I didn’t pick this form of creation for my expressions and confessions so my obsessions would have died in depression and not soared to aggression creating oppression of my passion, who dismisses no transgression, but rather successions the suppression of my compassion to form this possession of what can only be called my profession.

Who is a God like you,

pardoning iniquity

and passing over transgression for the remnant of His inheritance?

He does not retain His anger forever, because He delights in steadfast

love.

He will again have compassion on us;

He will tread our iniquities underfoot.

He will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.

—  Micah 7:18-19 [ESV]

you know what makes me irrationally angry? When I see bad representation for the signs. Like there is no way virgos and capricorns are more bitter than scorpios and aries and geminis. Also Scorpios don’t have a problem with holding onto people after they’ve hurt them, in fact scorpios are likely to drop kick a person out of their life if they feel like a big enough transgression has occurred and they will never look back. And in what world to scorpios and capricorns get along as a romantic couple i’m just… someone stop these people. 

win-gar-di-um asked:

I think with the 100 thing, I'm less worried about them killing off Clarke (the lovely bisexual character) since she's the main character and more worried that they'll kill off Lexa (the girl she was kissing) and just give her a bunch of male love interests and never acknowledge her sexuality again.

Yeah, if they kill off her female love interest, it’d basically be the trope of punishing them for their transgressions against heteronormativity, which is pretty common in mainstream media. Same-gender relationships are often coded as painful, whereas different-gender relationships are coded as healing/”right”/the end-all-be-all.

Then she’d go to a man for a shoulder to cry on, and fall in love with him, and forget all about Lexa. Ugh.

Just FYI, this is not to say that a character’s bi identity is invalid whenever they end up with someone of another gender. However, this is a very tired trope. The writers/showrunners say “Hey, look, we gave you visible representation for a hot minute, and now we’re never going to talk about that character’s queer identity again! Give us brownie points!” It’s an easy out for them.

If they end up breaking up Clarke and Lexa or killing off Lexa, it would be my hope that they wouldn’t use that as a reason to pretend that Clarke was “really straight all along” or something like that. By all means, give her all the love interests. It makes for entertaining television. But make them love interests of different genders.

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Frodo + character traits

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[...] There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother and a mistress and a friend,
A phoenix, captain and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; [...]

~ William Shakespeare

On Schooling A Bitch

The same goes for IML, Hustlaball, and every other epic, organized fuck-fest.  If you’re a closet case living in a little town in a square state somewhere and the Black Party is the only time you get to have sex all year, I can understand being excited and planning ahead.  Fine.

But seriously, if you live in Manhattan and you’re this excited about seeing two men piss on each other, you’re obviously not taking advantage of all that city life offers.  Making this big of a production about kinky sex isn’t an affirmation of your radical desire.  In fact, planning your weekend around a sex party - not to mention spending 140 fucking dollars on a ticket, not to mention flying to New York especially for this party and taking days off work - affirms nothing so much as your willingness to subordinate your sexuality to the economic circuits and rhythms of bourgeois normativity.

Wear those ass-less chaps to work on Monday, then I might be impressed.