I’ve got a couple asks in my inbox of folks being real irritated about the whole climbstudio-white!Scourge-attribution thing. I really appreciate the concern you guys have about ideas being credited to the right people, but let’s Bob Ross it, yeah?
I’m not offended that people are attributing the idea to climbstudio. It certainly isn’t climb’s fault, so don’t take it out on them or on the people who make art and @ climb in it. If you feel you must do something, then the most I want to see out of this is a few calm and polite corrections. It’s not a big deal at all, I promise.
My followers are a phenomenally kind and polite group (so far as I’ve seen). I don’t want your or my reputation to be tarnished because of a mistake as simple as this.
Why I Stopped Posting Pictures of my Top Surgery Results
On December 14th 2015, after many years of waiting, I had top surgery. Like many people in the years leading up to my surgery I scoured the internet for photos for people who had had surgery with my surgeon. Being in Canada and mostly only operating in one province I wasn’t surprised to not find a whole lot.
I also looked for results from other people of colour, other South Asian people, and people with body types similar to mine. Unfortunately, I didn’t find much. I found that the spaces dedicated to surgery results weremainly dominated by white, slim, and muscular folks.
I was frustrated because I knew that that my results would look drastically different than theirs. Despite my best efforts I found myself feeling frustrated with other POC. I knew that slim, muscular white people would be celebrated and get more traction than POC but there was so little out there. I didn’t need the posts or Youtube videos to be popular I just needed them to exist. I thought I understood why those results weren’t as out there, and partially I did, but now I really get it.
When I first saw my post-op chest eight days after surgery I was elated. My partner took a couple pictures of that moment and I happily posted them on the internet (even if I felt a little self-conscious). In the days and weeks following my reveal I kept posting updated pictures though I was more and more hesitant to do so each time. Every time I did I got negative feedback about my results, weight,and body shape; reblogs, messages from anonymous people on Tumblr, and comments on Facebook posts (almost exclusively from other trans folks) left me feeling shitty bout my body and results.
Before those comments I felt good about my results and while I had issues with my hips and stomach and lack of muscles I was working to feel better about myself and my body. So I stopped posting about my results. When one type of body is the only type celebrated in a community anyone who looks different is going to feel excluded and self-conscious - when they are then met with negative comments it’s no wonder they stop posting. It’s not a coincidence that it is hard to find top surgery results from non-thin, muscular, white people.
Does posting these pictures mean that I am over my body image problems: hell no. In fact, I have been feeling pretty self-conscious for the last little while (thanks grad school for meaning I’m too busy and poor to work out or always eat right) but I want to share my results. I want other people who look like me to know that there are other people like them in this community. I want to fight the dominance of white people in these spaces by being present.
I know that I’m opening myself up to those comments again but I hope that people reading this will realize this it is not okay to make negative comments about others people bodies - even when those people aren’t thin, muscular and white.
human youtube comment section Milo Yiannopoulos outs himself as a pedophile and surprises absolutely no one who has been paying attention because it’s just one more disgusting thing to stack on top of his disgusting stack of disgusting beliefs.
by overwhelming demand, here is the “kylo ren eating garlic bread for two hours in his command shuttle” as inspired by pablo hidalgo. this is crack taken seriously, by the way, and fetishizing as hell of binge eating disorder. abandon all hope ye who enter here.
This is where I analyze things as objectively as I can in between screaming about my beautiful daughter. :)
The troll minion is named Gemini. That means he very likely has a twin. (Edit: @accountmadejusttotellsomeonetoge pointed out it’s a pun on gem-in-eye, which I didn’t notice, so maybe that’s all there is to it).
I LOVED Gift Of The Card, but I remember some people being unhappy, the reason being that they really liked Rasticore and felt like having him die so soon was a waste of his potential. I didn’t much mind, but it was a valid complaint. Well… looks like this episode has lots of pleasant surprises!
One joke I really like is how despite being obviously evil and dangerous, Miss Heinous was able to easily convince the Diazes she was just a sweet old lady. It’s funny because it’s absurd, but at the same time, it’s true; the people enforcing gender roles and punishing kids for being themselves often are so dangerous because they can convince people that they mean well and are being unfairly attacked by people claiming to be oppressed (even though they literally are oppressed).
Like, it’s important that sometimes fighting for your rights can look rude, & that’s used as an excuse to punish people for it & make them look bad when they really had no obligation to be polite.
Also it shows that the Diaz’s unquestioning acceptance of everything and everybody isn’t always a good thing.
It shows the absurdity of sitting and debating peacefully about things that are completely unacceptable like murdering children: “I leave if you let me rip out Princess Marco’s spine and wear it as a fancy scarf.” “Um–okay, that seems a little extreme.” “Honey, we really don’t have time for this; the Morrisons are going to be here soon and we haven’t even picked out the placemats!”
Also notice how this is “bargaining” is used to get the Diazes to agree to more and more punishments for Marco–minor ones, sure, but all unjust when Marco never did anything wrong to begin with. And it was never enough for these people. That’s why you don’t cut deals with fascists, an important lesson in itself.
I’d been wondering what would happen when someone referred to Marco as “he” in front of Miss Heinous. Turns out, nothing. Well, that’s interesting.
I really hope Miss Heinous just didn’t notice the sarcasm in Marco’s apology. From what we’ve seen of her, that’s completely plausible, but I can also imagine she could have some kind of plan and only show certain parts of the tape to the public, so that’s a worry of mine.
Again, Marco is forced to wear the dress, but again, even though so many frustrating things are happening, she doesn’t want the experience of wearing the dress & being seen as a princess to end. She asks if she can stay in the dress for family game night, and we know she is actually continuing to give the wayward princesses messages of support as Princess Marco (has been this entire time).
She is choosing to keep up this alter-ego. She is getting paid for that, sure, but I think the idea of a boy getting into Saint Olga’s and starting a revolution is pretty marketable too. I’d say it’s pretty close to canon at this point that Marco is a trans girl and/or nonbinary (e.g. genderfluid). And it isn’t made into a joke!
Miss Heinous is definitely coming back.
Also, Miss Heinous has completely given up on getting rid of her own individuality and is now just hiding it with makeup. That’s interesting.
Hey, it’s actually a nice contrast how Marco was wearing makeup as an expression of individuality while Miss Heinous wore it to hide hers.
And how did I miss Mitch's eating disorder?! I want Mitch to save them from the bad guys, but it'd be a nice ass way for Dean to redeem himself. Just as long as he does it for THEM and not for his ego. But I doubt it. And stop being scared! You're making me scared! Hold me!
HEHEHEH I’M JUST ALWAYS SCARED ABT LONG EXPOSURE
And Yeah, Mitch is going through a Time, I’m very interested by him…. And I’m not too sure about Dean having a redemption, it’d be a surprise!!! But HEY no one knows what could happen…….
Smile for the Stars- Though he’s been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn’t sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company. The universe is cruel.
I’m sure this will come as a great surprise to no one, but this fic. I know others have too but none as much as this freakin’ fic. This fic destroyed me
;; ;; i need more ATh is sweet to Apo please, Muffin need more love from Toothpaste prince ; ;
After many interactions between himself and
Arme, Apostasia made the conclusion that Arme despised him.
you no shame, letting yourself be defiled and having your goddess see
you like this?” Arme once stated.
sure she has made attempts to blind herself from the sight.”
was what Apostasia had once replied with.
And he was not
surprised in the slightest. He was the fallen one, the one who
trailed far from the path the Goddess assigned him, and into the
unknown. Arme however, stuck to the trail, even managing to purify
the corrupted power that had stuck on all 3 of Ishmael’s agents. He
was pure, quite literally. Purer than both Mochi and himself
To say he admired the arrogant Arme was not a
complete lie, even now.
However, he can’t say he admired
Arme’s constant bickering and the disdainful looks he gave to
Apostasia. Even though Arme lectured both Mochi and himself, his
mouth always seemed to give a more… disgusted curl when Arme was
referring to him.
Today seemed no different. Arme’s icy gaze
locked onto Apostasia’s.
“You’re looking more filthy than
before.” Arme stated, looking over the corrupted being with
Wounds have become part of his norm very recently,
Apostasia noted. Cuts and and bruises seemed to decorate his body
more than ever. Not that he cared, anyway. Perhaps it was to signify
the end of his body? He looked at his tainted hands, fingers
twitching at the sight of his blood tricking down from a large cut.
“…Maybe. I’ll treat them in battle-”
Arme quickly cut Apostasia off. “You should rest today.”
had been a long time since Apostasia felt surprised. Arme, who hated
him, was giving him a break? He tilted his head in bewilderment.
“…Not that you have to. But I recommend it. You may have
disappointed in me… and the Goddess, but you are still an agent to
her.” Arme explained, facing his body away from him. “You are
still… important to her.” There was an awkward moment of silence as the
angel whispered out the last statement. Apostasia swore the agent was
slightly blushing, had he not turned his face away from him.
Apostasia opened his mouth to
speak, but Arme once again, cut him off.
“Save your thanks
to the Goddess. Though I doubt she’ll respond in your condition.”
Arme scoffed, walking away. “…And clean yourself up. Please.”
Arme muttered out.
A/N: No hate to Vicky, I love her. Keep that in mind - @casbabydontgoineedyou you told me to tag you in my work, so here I am :)
Misha Collins. Wasn’t he a sight? You watched as he messed around with Jared and Jensen up on stage. You have been dating Misha for almost four years now. The two of you met in a grocery store.
You had been buying detergent since you ran out, when you went to pick it up, you dropped it by accident causing the blue liquid to go everywhere. You were so embarrassed, that’s when Misha came rushing over next to you. he gently pushed you aside and took the blame when a worker came by. “I don’t know what happened, it just slipped out of my hands.” He made a confused face. A smile tugged at your lips as the worker started cleaning it up. Misha walked up to you and gave you a quirky smile, making your heart race. “I’m Misha, Misha Collins.” He said sticking his hand out. “Y/N. Y/L/N.”
Soon after that, you both exchanged numbers, you then realized that you were going to fall in love with him.
Now here you were, sitting in the front row at Comic-Con admiring your boyfriend. He looked so happy with the boys, it made your heart flutter. They were talking about God knows what, you weren’t exactly paying attention.
“Every now and then my wife will say, ‘Okay, Dean.’” Jensen said making you giggle.
“Jensen often forgets he’s not Dean.” Misha said in his Castiel voice that always made you weak at the knees.
“It’s a little creepy.” Misha added.
“Really? Cause, why are you speaking like Castiel?” Jensen asked making you giggle.
“Y/N, my girlfriend, often calls me Cas, she thinks it’s hot. She’s into the whole roleplay thing. If you know what I mean.” Misha winked causing your cheeks to redden.
“Oh shut up, you twat!” You yelled out jokingly.
Misha’s gaze focused on you as a smirk appeared on his lips.
“Oh look! There she is, my wonderful, gorgeous girlfriend.” He said pointing at you making everyone look at you.
You rolled your eyes jokingly and blew him a kiss. He winked before going on with his conversation. You took this time to look at him. He was a literal angel. You were so lucky to have him. You watched as he laughed at something Jared said. His little wrinkles made you smile. His blue eyes were a treat to look at. My boyfriend, soon to be husband was absolutely amazing. He ran his own charity. He’s a published poet, he’s broken Guinness World Records, he preaches kindness and compassion and global unity. He taught you and his fans that if you set your mind to something, you can accomplish it. You couldn’t be more proud.
He made you feel so incredible, every single second of every day.
“Let’s do questions!” Jared yelled into his microphone causing the fans around you to go crazy.
“Okay let’s start with…. You! In the green shirt, towards the back.” Jared said pointing to a random girl.
“Okay, this is a question for all of you. What is your favorite thing about your wife or girlfriend?” She asked.
Your ears perked at this question, curious to hear Misha’s answer. Jensen decided to go first.
“Danneel has a beautiful personality. She always stays positive. I admire that about her.”
“Gen always has a way to make me smile. Doesn’t matter how sad I am, she always manages to make me smile.”
Finally, Misha, you crossed your legs watching as he thought about his answer.
“Y/N is truly magnificent. She always puts me and others before herself. It’s pretty admirable most of the time. But my favorite thing about her is the fact that she has stayed with me after all this time. Can you believe it’s been five years?” He started looking at you.
You smiled and shook your head. “Y/N, come up here.” Jensen said patting the empty seat in the middle of the stage. You looked at them confused before standing up, the cheers making you smile, and walking up on stage. You quickly pulled down your dress before sitting down.
“Now, I will continue. Y/N, she is smart. She is courageous. She is thoughtful, caring, kind, collected, creative, beautiful, knowledgeable, cute, fascinating, and so much more. There is not a word in any language that expresses my love for her correctly.” He spoke softly into the mic. Most of the fans were filming, but you didn’t focus on that, you focused on the love of your life.
He walked around you collecting his thoughts.
“I remember the day we met. I was out at the grocery store getting some peanut butter since I ate all of mine. I was walking down one of the aisles, and there she was. She was hovering over a puddle of spilt detergent clearly shocked and embarrassed. So you know what I did? I went over there and took the blame. And on that day, I knew that that girl who almost cried over a puddle of soap would be my wife.”
Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee in front of you. He pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
“So here I am. Proposing to my girlfriend in front of you all. Okay so, Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of being your husband?” He finished pulling the ring out of its confinement.
Tears brimmed your eyes as your hand flew over your mouth. The tears fell down your cheeks quickly.
“Yes!” You cried.
He smiled widely, standing up. You quickly followed and wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you close, squeezing you tightly. He pulled away after a couple minutes and slipped the beautiful ring on your ring finger.
He smiled wide and wiped under your eyes.
“I love you so much.” You whispered bringing his lips down to yours.
He grinned and pumped his fist in the air before wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. He spun you around cheering.
You heard Jared and Jensen call out the whole cast and soon enough you were being squished in a group hug with everyone. All the fans were cheering, pictures and videos being taken. But you didn’t care. As long as you had Misha.
I was rewatching T6T and something caught my attention…
This ep is - like my dear @s-mess9717 said - an introduction to everything will happen in the 4th season. There are a lot of posts about the meaning of Sumatra (The lost special - the train carriage in TEH) and so I won’t explain this here (so many people did this before and surely better than me), but pay attention to this:
The TFP’s finale is Samarra (= they freeze in what they’ve always been, in what ACD stuck them), but Mycroft says that Sherlock rewrote this finale because he didn’t like it. He wrote an alternative finale, set in Sumatra (what we expect as The Lost Special).
This theory is increased by the fact that in T6T there are so many other alternative finales. Actually, we see the same scene twice with different finales:
-The one about Charlie’s surprise
-John’s scene on the bus
-John’s scene in the bed
And have I to remember what Mark Gatiss said one day during the shooting? “Maybe there will be more than one finale…”. Well, for now we’ve seen just one, we’re still waiting for the second.