Nothing-is-Not-Something

Ladies, ladies, I get the kneejerk response of just saying “google it” to people coming at you unsolicited asking for information, but when it’s some young and confused trans gal trying to get her shit sorted, that response is so profoundly coldhearted and tacky, and yet I see more and more older trans women using it as time goes on.

I don’t know what Google y’all are using, but remembering back to my early days Google was at best a confusing mess of contradictory information, and at worst a pit of fucking vipers, for young trans girls trying to figure out the very terrifying reality of being trans, and if they’re coming to you, that means they trust YOU, and you can pretend you have nothing to do with that, but something you put out there has made the next generation look up to you, so the least you can do is point these girls in a helpful direction instead of this ice queen “lol, try Google” shit, like…

just--a-pervert-guy  asked:

i want a crossover Akira with a P3 reader, you can decide if the reader will be older (like a teacher) or someone from their school (which is possible if we think about ken but i prefer as older thou, he can be instead of kawakami the one who give him free time during school), like the reader still have their evoker and stuff, imagine if the reader is already dating akira (if its the teacher its Keepted in secret), better the reader coments with akira like (1/3)

“urg i have this strange app that doesnt go out of my phone is it a virus or something” to akira, akira get anxious about it saying like is nothing or something after one day he over hears(ryuji ofc) talking with akira about key words and stuff about the palace they are raiding, imagine that the reader end up at the palace, the reader would be basically high level(he would have fight nix remember with the p3 protag) (2/3)         

imagine akira Seeing his lover shooting themselfs in the head!(but everything is fine because there is a persona) and wiping the floor with their persona? a little extra, imagine the reader talking about the events of persona 3 like, the persona who attacked themselfs, or the fight with nix, or even better, the why they awaken to their persona(acceptance of the death vs rebellious intent) sorry is it too big?(3/3)            

aldfalsdf ;; Regretfully, I couldn’t include everything you wanted (as mentioned, I’m super uncomfortable with teacher/student relationships  + I feel the amount of neat detail here would better suit a short collection instead of a quick scenario!) but hopefully this is okay regardless! :’D


“You know, lately this weird app has been automatically installing itself on my phone.”

Those were the words that had started this whole thing. Although recognition had immediately flashed in his eyes at S/O’s words, Akira had forced himself to appear nonchalant when he uttered a short “oh?” in response. After all, for all he knew, it could have just been a classic case of a virus rather than anything otherworldly.

Except, as he found out once S/O showed him their phone, it wasn’t.

Akira had found himself uncertain how to proceed at that point. He knew very well that those with the Metaverse app had the potential and would likely awaken to their Persona at some point, but at the same time, the thought of them being forced into the same dangers that he and the others made him uneasy. When he had expressed his doubts to Morgana, the feline had encouraged him to speak to his S/O, stating that it was better to at least prepare them rather than let them be launched into danger on their own one day.

Akira, agreeing with the logic, had decided that he would pull them aside within the next few days and speak to them about this whole Metaverse thing…only the opportunity to do so had never arose, as when he and the other Phantom Thieves infiltrated the palace of their latest target a few days later, they had found a very familiar face among the chaos within.

That led them to their current predicament: S/O was being swarmed by shadows, and Akira was pounding his fist against the glass that separated them. To say that he was desperate to get to them would have been an understatement; despite everyone’s best attempts to break though, the transparent barrier between the Phantom Thieves and S/O seemed to be impenetrable.  

The shadows began to surge closer to S/O, and Joker called out their name, only to freeze upon seeing them withdraw something from within their coat—something, he realized, that looked distinctly like a gun. Around him, his friends also fell quiet from surprise, and that silence suddenly grew stunned as they watched S/O lift the gun to their temple. Akira could have sworn that his heart had stopped, and he lunged for the glass once more when the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the hall, punctuated by a loud cry.

The cry, he soon realized, must have been the name of the Persona that now hovered behind S/O, its light filling the dim room with an intensity that shook him. The terror that had clutched him moments ago had shifted instead into disbelief as he watched the Persona send a sweeping attack out in front of itself. The shadows that had been bearing down on S/O, perhaps having sensed the imminent danger, had begun to flee but were not quick enough; within an instant, all of the enemies had been dissipated in the attack.

The eerie cries of the shadows had disappeared with them, plunging the group into complete silence as they gaped openly at the scene before them.

A second later, with the shadow who had been responsible for conjuring it up now dead, the glass that had separated them shattered. Despite having desired nothing more than to run to S/O a few minutes ago, Akira now stood in place, as if his feet had been glued to the ground. Beside him, he could hear Futaba speaking quickly to the others, and though he was not fully focused on their conversation, he could tell that it had something to do with S/O. Not only had they been unusually calm in that scenario, but the gun they had pulled out coupled with the sheer power that they had displayed made it obvious to everyone present that they somehow had experience with fighting…and a lot of it too.

Since no one else seemed presently able to shake themselves out of their stupor to do it, S/O approached them and offered the group a sheepish smile. Before they could speak, however, Akira lifted a hand and pointed directly at them.

“You,” he said, “have a lot of explaining to do.”

S/O’s smile shifted into a grin, and they reached out to grab his outstretched hand to lace their fingers with his. “I’ll explain what I can,” they promised, moving closer to kiss him on the cheek, “But only if you all explain what those ridiculous costumes are about first. No one told me that rookie Persona users nowadays got uniforms to go with the job, but I’m jealous and want one.”

Flash Fic: Return the Favor

If I were still living in Berlin, it would be Saturday right now. So in the vein of “it’s 5 o’clock somewhere” I begin your Scoundress Saturday. Shout out to Europe!


Leia came awake in an instant. She scrambled to her feet and snagged the blaster she kept on the night table, ready to train it on whatever danger had awoken her so abruptly. Quarters on Home One, the safety and security of the Officer’s deck, and the comfort of familiar surroundings had done nothing to dull her reflexes. If something was coming for her here, she was more than ready to put up a fight
But it was scarcely a moment before she realized that she’d overreacted. Her vigilance was unnecessary.
The blaster was unnecessary.
The readiness to do battle was unnecessary.
The person who had woken her hadn’t meant to. He probably hadn’t even known he was screaming.
Leia set her blaster down and slipped back beneath the covers, her eyes locked on the man beside her. His arms seemed pinned to the mattress, and his head was thrashing back and forth on his pillow. His voice was coming out in a single, long cry of anguish, and the look on his face was absolutely heartbreaking. Leia slid across the bed and took him by the shoulders.
“Han,” she said firmly, “Han, wake up.” She shook him lightly and called his name again. “Han!” she said louder. His eyes came open and he gasped audibly. He sat suddenly upright then, knocking her backwards in the process. Leia scrambled back up onto her knees and reached out to him again.
He looked terrified. His chest was heaving with panting breaths, and he’d broken out into a cold sweat, visible on his face and chest as the blanket fell away into his lap.
“Leia,” he gasped as she saw the spark of recognition come into his eyes. His voice sounded exactly the same as it had when he’d just been freed from the carbonite; in that moment she knew what the dream had been about. In that moment she knew the nature of his terror.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked him the first question he’d always asked her when he’d woken her from a nightmare. She remembered the nights on board the Falcon when it had taken her a minute or more to come around, when it had taken every word of comfort Han had to offer to convince her that she was where she was and no longer in detention aboard the Death Star. If he knew where he was, that would go a long way towards making this better.
Han nodded his head as his eyes darted about the darkened room. He did know where he was. This was Leia’s cabin, on board Home One, where he’d spent the past four nights with her by his side. Jabba didn’t have him. He was free from the carbonite, had been for a week.
“Yeah,” he answered, taking a deep breath and trying to get himself under control. Leia scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his legs. Han took one more deep breath and then looked down at her. “That was…” he said, trying to wrap his mind around what he was now coming to realize had been a dream. He’d been back in the carbonite. Paralyzed, but aware. Unable to move, unable to cry out, unable to do anything but suffer.
Leia just nodded. She didn’t need to hear about it unless he wanted to share. She knew what it was like to have her own mind assault her in her sleep. She knew what it was like to wake up in terror that it had all been real…again – that it had all been still happening and that every feeling of safety since had been an illusion.
“I know,” she said. Because she did know. Her nightmares had plagued her for years. The first several months after she’d escaped the Death Star she’d scarcely had a full night’s sleep thanks to her terrible dreams. The dreams had had an unexpected resurgence on the trip to Bespin, and Han had become well aware of the extent of her night terrors. She understood this better than most, and she knew Han knew that.
“I never had one like that before,” he shared.
“It’s rough in the beginning, especially,” she said. “Sometimes they get easier, less vivid. And even if they don’t you’ll get better at coping – at knowing what to do to calm yourself down and get back to sleep. For me it took a while,” she confessed, “but I learned to manage. Or maybe,” she posed, “maybe this will be an anomaly. There’s a chance that it won’t happen again – that your mind will get used to being safe and away from harm, and this kind of thing won’t happen again.” Han shook his head slowly and looked up at the princess beside him.
She was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, coming out of the braid she wore to sleep in several places. The wide neck of her nightshirt had slipped off her left shoulder, exposing her collarbone, and a tiny red mark Han had left there by accident. There were creases in her face from her pillow; there was sleep crusted in her eyes.
And she’d never looked more beautiful.
As bad as this dream had been, her wisdom as to how it could be handled had shaken him further. If this was the kind of nightmare she’d been having all these years… he could only imagine what that could be like.
“This is,” he said, shaking his head and reaching for her hands, “this is what it was like for you,” he commented. “I don’t think I ever knew how bad this was.” Leia nodded. She leaned forward and kissed his clammy forehead.
“It can be bad sometimes,” she allowed. “But then sometimes,” she continued, moving her right hand to stroke softly at the patches of hair that were stuck to his face, “I had a handsome scoundrel beside me, who’d take me in his arms and hold me and remind me that I wasn’t in that awful place anymore.” Han allowed a smile in her direction. “If you’ll let me,” she said to him, “I’m glad to return the favor.”

I kind of hate that the recent influx of period dramas with a faux-feminist angle (and here I’m going to count fantastical shows with roots in European history like Game of Thrones) has led people who don’t know anything about history to believe that medieval/renaissance-era women were all secret Cersei Lannisters who hated being KEPT DOWN BY THE MAN!!! and secretly ruled the world through their vagina dentatas

Not only is it not true (and this isn’t to say that certain women didn’t yield soft and rarely even hard power, but it seems to me that the further north you got in Europe the less common these women became) but it seems to me that this sweeps aside the true extent to which men did shape history in a BAD way.  It fails to acknowledge how hard life was for women, and it glosses over why women acted the way they did.  Some women seem to have been content with very little power–and they would have been raised to expect nothing more, and that’s something to take into account on a scholarly level.  For that matter, you end up blaming women for things they weren’t responsible for.

I just honestly hate the idea that all women were secretly silk hiding steel types or SUFFERRRRING because they lacked power.  Let’s be real, if you were married to a powerful man in Europe and had a reasonably content marriage, you were doing a lot better than most women of the age, whether or not you had any power.

Endless List of Favorite Characters: Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows Duology)

“What about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothing, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyways”

I hate repeating myself. So much so, that I really just want to stop communicating when I have to…I start shutting down. It feels like torture for me tbh. Part of me wants to break things. Some wishes to cry. Yet another would love nothing more than setting something on fire. It’s bad. It feels like a piece of me dies every time. I’m sure that isn’t normal.

anonymous asked:

I know that every excuse he makes is just a lie, but why can't I help but pretend it's nothing? I get prepared to say something but then he kisses me and I just forgive him over and over again. It's honestly one of the most exhausting emotional thing I've been through.

i saw this tumblr post that really hit me, it says: a long lasting relationship demands a lot of forgiveness or something like that. 

i don’t know what he excuses for, and you know best if he deserves your forgivness. but do say something, even though he kisses you. say it after. do say something, and then forgive him. 

i remember my husband said: if we always keep forgiving each other we are gonna last forever. and i never forget that. 

To Be Microreviewed:

1. Pick a book you own but haven’t read yet: Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett

2. How did you come by it? Given by a friend? Bought from a recommendation? Compelled by the cover?: This was a birthday gift from my sister in May 2016. We’re both Pratchett fans. I introduced her to DiscWorld by reading Making Money aloud to her (I like doing funny voices, she indulges me), so the Moist von Lipwig series is special to both of us.

3. Quote the first sentence(s): It is hard to understand nothing, but the multiverse is full of it. Nothing travels everywhere, always ahead of something, and in the great cloud of unknowing nothing yearns to become something, to break out, to move, to feel, to change, to dance and to experience–in short, to be something.“

4. Realistically, will you ever read it?: Yes, though I am going to put it off a bit more. I have an abhorrence of endings–I’ve yet to read or watch the last case of Hercule Poirot–and this is the very last installment of Moist. I will absolutely read this book, but I’m waiting for it to feel right before I start it.

Tagging: @the-forest-library, @howlsmovinglibrary, @addictedtobookss, @bibliophilecats, @thelibraryofmars, and @theinkstainsblog

Edit: Thanks for the submission, @typewritermcgoverns! We’re still figuring out how this works, but remember you don’t have to submit here. If you make your own post we can find it with the #microreview tag. Of course, if you’d rather do it here that’s totally fine, too! - Melanie

Soulmate AU where:

When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’

If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.

If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.

You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because 'oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’

You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.

When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’

One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.

One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’

You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’

You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.

After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’

You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.

You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.

They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’

Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.

Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’

And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.

Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’

Something like that.

The signs when they have nothing to do

Finds something to do: Leo, Virgo, Sagittarius

Re-watches their favourite shows: Aquarius, Cancer, Gemini

Eats: Taurus, Aries, Pisces

Just lays there/sleeps: Scorpio, Libra, Capricorn

anonymous asked:

what's your thoughts on people who lose that spark in their relationship?

Ok so someone once sent this to me and it makes sense to me, pretty much explains it:

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and a spontaneous experience. You didn’t have to DO anything. That’s why it’s called “falling” in love.

People in love sometimes say, “I was swept of my feet.” Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It’s a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, “Am I with the right person?” And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown.

The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the person you found.

People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.
Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.
I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):
The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the Person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.
Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.

Love is therefore a “decision”. Not just a feeling.

  • Vintage!Castiel: *To Dean* I´m not here to perch on your shoulder. You should show me some respect. I dragged you from hell and I can throw you back in
  • Present!Castiel: *To Dean* Are you hurt? I'll just watch over you while you sleep so nothing happens. Would you like something to eat? I made this for you and grew all of the ingredients. I'll go with you. I love you. You are a strong handsome virile man, you ooze masculinity and power and-
  • Dean: Cas STOP!
  • Present!Castiel: Okay
  • Dean: ....nooo...don't stop :(
SKAM S04E08 Clip 6 - Happy Birthday to you

ADAM: We’re fasting. We’re not having hotdogs.

ESKILD: Is that Fedon Lindberg, or who is it?

LINN: I’ve probably had chlamydia like thirteen times, it’s like.. Just take some antibiotics and it’s gone.

VILDE: Yeah.

LINN: But in the eye? I haven’t heard that one before.

EVEN: You can just do it from your side. Should I do it now? Bad hit!

ELIAS: Awesome! Look what he did now.

EVEN: Hey, guys!

MAGNUS: Hey! Hey. I’m Magnus.

ELIAS: I’m Elias.

MAGNUS: You know my girlfriend.

ELIAS: Oh.. The blonde one?

MAGNUS: Yeah.

ELIAS: Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah. She has talked lots about you.

MAGNUS: She did?

ELIAS: Yeah, she talked about you a lot.

MAGNUS: What does she say about me?

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