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why a sana season will be AMAZING

sana bakkoush was my first favourite character on the show, as it was the iconic first bus meeting in ep3 of s1 that really sold me on this show! this post is really just all my positive thoughts and feels about my girl sana possibly getting a season and it is waaay too long, but it turns out i love sana a lot ok?? ok:

  • probably most important: a muslim hijabi girl as a main character. 
    • amazing representation that young hijabi girls deserve. 
    • also in the current political climate in europe and the us, this is so important
    • the show is and should be targeted at norwegian teens, and muslim girls are a group of norwegian teens that are rarely represented in our media
    • i want to know more about sanas relationship with islam, what does it mean to her? we know a bit and i would love to know more
    • also related to that, how does islam fit into norwegian cultures and traditions and how sana interacts with that?
    • im a culture nerd, literally that is what i study atm, so: culture in our global multicultural society is ever-changing and closely related to our identities and how chose to take part in different communities. sana is a perfect character to explore this: 
      • obviously, she choses to wear the hijab which right away signals to others her faith
      • she doesnt want to drink or hook up, her faith is more important
      • but she actively wants to take part in a russebuss, a tradition very closely related to some of those things she isnt interested in
      • she also wears the traditional costume of norway, either bunad or festdrakt
      • basically, sana is representative of so many people in our society today, who challenge the outdated way many people think about culture as something static and clearly defined (looking directly at some right wing politicians in norway, who talk like they only know the 1960s definitions of culture)
    • the show smacking down on islamophobia - i am READY to see that on my screen and on the most popular show in norway atm
    • the lovely @imansmeskinis​ wrote a very good post about things she wants to see explored wrt sana and islam, if you haven’t: read it!!
  • and obviously: more sana - who is undeniably a Badass character who has had some of the best moments of this show tbh
    • when she took over that first bus meeting, with a “well-functioning plan”, leaving all the girls shook and very ????? and sana goes: “i think this well good..” with that knowing look. ICONIC SCENE imo
    • that time she apparently asked one of the penetrator guys if his nose was bigger than his dick!!???”!?
    • actually got at least vilde and eva to believe that her hijab was magical, that she was psychic and that she could see the ghost of kasper lol
    • getting the guys’ weed out of evas house while the police was there, then use it to blackmail isak into going to kosegruppa while still keeping 10% of the drugs, because it’s “good to have”
    • wrapping said 10% as a christmas gift for isak
    • what a legend!!
    • imagine a season where every clip has the potential for this level of greatness!

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Things that language learners should remember:

  • Don’t compare yourself to others, you learn in your own way.
  • Don’t expect things to be easier after a couple of days. 
  • Don’t give up even if it seems difficult now, it won’t be like this forever.
  • Change your study method, experiment. Maybe you will find something more useful.
  • Challenge yourself. 
  • It’s okay to take breaks once in a while.
  • It’s not okay to procrastinate and post about it several times a week. A joke is okay, but you might influence others and no one learns anything if they procrastinate because it seems “cool”.
  • Be optimistic. You’ll learn/master that grammatical concept/spelling.
  • Your notes don’t define how good you are. Do you learn? That’s all you need. You don’t need fancy notes just as you don’t need simple notes. You do them for yourself so addapt to your liking, not to a trend. 
  • You’ll lose your motivation at some point, it happens.
  • Appreciate your work. You don’t need to learn as much as others. You are you, they are they.
  • Be open minded. If a method didn’t work for you, it might work for someone else. 
  • It’s okay to ask for help. 
  • Mistakes happen, accept them because this is how you learn.
  • Everyone has an accent at the beginning, don’t feel bad about it.
  • Try not to judge others. They chose a certain language, method, resource for a reason. It works for them, leave them alone.
  • Can you help a fellow language learner? Then help. Don’t think “someone else will help”, what if no one will know the answer or see that post and you’re the only one?
  • Don’t expect others to know everything. People make mistakes and they aren’t perfect.
  • Ignore what you dislike. If people have a different opinion from yours, move on. Not everyone has to agree with each other; we are all different.
  • If someone says what they have done today or just practices their target language(s), take 5-10seconds to read. It means the world to them to know that someone appreciates what they are doing. 
  • Never expect others to change for you. 
  • Remember that productive can mean 60 new words but sometimes it just means 1 word and singing badly a Disney song.
  • There isn’t any secret to language learning (or we just didn’t discover it yet) so don’t look for shortcuts.
  • Be nice with each other. Someone is new in the community? It will take 3 seconds to say “hi, welcome” and an emoji. Someone is down? Send “don’t give up”. You don’t have to change their situation, you don’t have to do miracles but 1 kind word, sentence, act might change someone’s day.
  • Don’t be a mean piece of biscuit because you want to hurt someone, don’t agree with someone or you just don’t like someone. 

This is gonna be rambling and out of sorts but like. I want to put out my stance as a trans sga ace person and I’m sure there’s been plenty of people who have said this more eloquently than me but:

If you aren’t trans or sga you aren’t part of the LGBT community. Like, plain and simple as that.

I’m going to start by saying that when I was 14 I thought I was aroace and I came out to my mom and told her I probably wasnt ever going to want to have a relationship. She reacted bad. Like legit screaming fight and calling me a sinner bad. It was some of the most ridiculous bullshit I’d ever been exposed to. And it sucked and it hurt that she didn’t understand and even tho I’ve moved away from that identity, it still sucks to remember that moment. And this is serious shit that needs to be addressed, aroace people do have a lot of interpersonal stigma that needs to be talked about and remedied.

But see. That’s the key difference. Aroace issues are interpersonal, not societal. And the aroace community has very different goals from LGBT people as a result.

Aroace community initiatives are all about Visibility and Education. And those are noble goals, giving people access to this knowledge is great, but for LGBT people the kind of laser focus on Visibility isn’t great.

LGBT people are hypervisible. Trans women get mocked in media constantly, gay men and lesbians are stereotyped and demonized out the wazoo, everyone Knows we’re here. We don’t have a visibility issue.

We’re busy focusing on fighting the societal laws that literally restrict our freedoms. Because at the end of the day if you’re not an sga ace person, you’re not going to walk into an apartment complex with your spouse and be denied a home by a homophobic leasing agent. You’re not going to propose to the person you love and then have a baker refuse to make you a wedding cake because they believe you’re such an abomination that they think getting money from you is a sin. You’re not going to walk down the street holding your partner’s hand and have to fear for your life. You’re not going to tell your co-workers about your spouse and face social isolation, harassment, possibly being fired. You’re not going to be sent to conversion therapy specifically for your orientation and tortured until you’re too afraid to express your love anymore. You’re not going to be refused the right to donate blood.

If youre not a trans ace person, you’re not going to be stopped on your way to the bathroom and sexually harassed about your “real gender.” You’re not going to be denied work. You’re not going to be forced against your will to identify as a gender you are not.

There are no anti-ace laws. Theres no mandate to have sex or be in relationships. There are social pressures, YES, and I’m not denying that. And social pressures suck. But what you’re dealing with is fundamentally different from sga & trans experiences.

The thing about being ace is that it really is more of an interpersonal than professional disclosure. If someone irl asked me about my partners I’d have to talk about my boyfriends. I wouldn’t mention my level of sexual attraction or engagement because that’s not what was asked or what is socially appropriate to disclose. My boyfriends know I’m acespec because it’s relevant to our relationship, my boss would not.

Aromanticism is a mildly different story, because this is when you would reveal, “oh, I’m not in a relationship, I’m not really interested in them.” This could be met mostly with confusion, misunderstanding, disbelief, jokes, or “it’s a phase"s. Which all suck! They do and they’re issues that need to be addressed and dealt with, but once more they’re fundamentally different from the concerns sga people have to deal with when bringing their orientations into the professional realm.

Aro/ace people are perfectly valid, memeatic as that term has become. These are legitimate identities with definitely legitimate issues. But the facts are that the aroace community has vastly different priorities from the LGBT community and this is why they are fundamentally separate.

LGBT spaces and resources shouldn’t be expended in a direction that takes focus away from actual LGBT issues like the ones discussed above. Aroace people need to rally together and get their own resources in shape so they can create a more focused and targeted attempt to do what they want to accomplish. Because tugging at LGBT resources and insisting on including cishet aces, whose experiences are so fundamentally different from trans sga folks’, in LGBT spaces is detrimental to all of us in the long run.

And all the sitting around flinging insults at LGBT people and comparing them to bigots or their oppressors and being disgusted by LGBT people empowering themselves through displays of affection that they’re demonized for in every other circle just kinda proves the rift that exists between these communities and how much their priorities differ.

Anyways I’m done that was a lot of text

So, I got an idea.

I know everyone’s jumping on the idea of reapfist, and I’m the last one to say Jack is a healthy influence for Gabriel (even in my own headcanons and writing as a R76 shipper I tend to acknowledge that Jack has a lot of soul-searching, apologizing, and compromising to do before he’s earned back so much as a passing glance from Gabe after the shit he’s put up with). And I’d definitely say that without that effort from Jack, Gabe just plain deserves better than his flat pasty ass.

But look. Listen. Gabriel cares about people hardcore. We’ve seen it with everyone he’s ever been close to. He’s even said to respect and be a little proud of Sombra, according to the devs. He’s a fake-edgy hardass with a gooey halloween themed marshmallow center.

And Akande? Yeah no. He doesn’t care about much of anyone or anything. He’s got his “humanity will get stronger through conflict” deal which is probably talking about a long-term goal of escalation and encouraging various arms races, and that’s probably for the sake of preventing the kind of shit that went down during the omnic crisis the first time around, but to me that seems to be rooted in the trauma of losing his arm. Strength means no one else can beat him, and if he’s never beaten, he’s never left to be just another name etched into a memorial.

Gabriel doesn’t think this way. To him, every name on a memorial is another letter of condolence sent to a family. It’s a face he’ll never see in the mess hall, a dumb joke he won’t hear again, an echo of something that won’t ever come back. Even if Akande thinks he’s being pragmatic and realistic, seeing things as the world might see them, Gabriel can’t justify it. We’ve seen how he never kills more than he has to. We know he took in criminals and turned them into good people. His isn’t a policy of “might makes right”, it’s about justice.

Akande knows better than to step into an argument with that, and I doubt Gabriel’s point of view is about to change his mind anytime soon. It’s the wrong angle to approach it from. He’s too hardened and purposefully distant, cool and calm and strategic. What he needs isn’t someone who’ll agree to disagree because if they don’t it’ll get ugly, it’s someone a bit more…

Optimistic. Someone who can parry his cool boardroom debate skills with clear examples of the world simply not being as fucked and in need of escalation as he thinks it is. Someone who could be said to be as much of an outlaw terrorist as he is, from a certain point of view. Maybe even someone who’s creative, who’s… Musical.

My friends, I see your offer of reapfist and raise you: doomfrog.

simon disabling his comments is like when you’re younger and your sibling does some stupid shit and your mum punishes all of you

Some Perspective on Witchblr

While I’ve been on my hiatus, I’ve been examining the impact witchblr has had on me, and the differences between practicing while engaged in this community vs. practicing completely solo. I think witchblr is a unique community, and that has its ups and downs.

When you’re in a group, church, or coven, your group establishes a baseline for your practice that you all do together. You may all have distinct beliefs, but you have a similar practice since, after all, you may celebrate and do rituals together. Tumblr isn’t like that. Tumblr has a bunch of witches from different backgrounds, religions, practices, groups, traditions and histories. You may follow 10 people and receive 15 different approaches to witchcraft. On top of that, you’ll receive posts on your feed from people you don’t follow, who have a background and practice your unaware of beyond that post. 

Yes, this is a good thing. It provides multiple different perspectives and a ton of resources at your disposal. However, it has a less great result to it as well, which is what I’ve been mulling over.

Witchblr mostly contains guides, and these guide posts, coming from multiple different people with multiple different experiences, result in contradictions. Everyone has a different opinion on what the craft or a religion entails. I swear most of the posts I’ve seen on here include “do this,” “don’t do this,” “you shouldn’t do this,” “you can’t do this,” “witchcraft isn’t this” or “witchcraft IS this,” etc. And then there is the obvious contradiction of running across several posts that say, “You can do whatever you want in your craft!!”

I get why people make these posts. Beginners want these posts because they’re helpful starting points and food for thought. I’ve made several guide posts on worship etiquette and offerings and all that. But, I can only give that advice from my experiences, as a Wiccan, Hades devotee and death witch, solitary of ten years, Rromani-trained. There are a lot of people who disagree with my guide posts because they learned to do things differently in their practice. This is fine in itself, but it can confuse beginners, in the best case scenario. I’ll go over the worst (and more common) scenario in a bit.

The issue becomes more complicated when we’re considering asks. Half of my blog’s content is me answering asks, and 80% of my asks are from anons. Most of the time, I have no idea what background or religion these anons come from. Again, I can only give an answer based off of personal practice and experience. This can further confuse people if anons don’t take my background into account. For instance, if they’re Kemetic, I may not be the best person to ask about offerings, since I can only give Wiccan advice. It’s true that people ask me because they want my advice, and will ask other users if they want their advice. That is all fine, until you start viewing every practice and worship method as a rule and not an idea. This is where things get tense.

People take their craft very seriously. They can get enraged if people post the “wrong” thing, or a different practice, than they’re used to; people will also get very angry if other practitioners don’t hold the same religious morals as they do. Again, this is the internet. Unless you’ve been following the OP for a while, when you read their post, you don’t understand exactly where they’re coming from or where they’re pulling their information from. Hence, drama.

On a social platform this big, internet fights happen. I’m not super concerned about that. I’m more concerned about people who are using witchblr as their main study material, especially beginners. Imagine trying to figure out what you should do, or how to start your practice, and all you’re seeing is contradictions, fighting over minute practices, and also “do whatever you want!!” It’ll confuse you, at the very least. It can also make people overly self-conscious about beginning or exploring their practice. What if they’re doing something wrong? What’s the right way? How do you know? How do I not offend anyone? The last thing anyone wants is to begin a practice and then have somebody yell at them for doing something “wrong”. 

This impact affects experienced practitioners as well. If you’re actively posting your own craft, you can expect a good amount of responses telling you that what you do is wrong, usually in a condescending tone. This can help people expand their craft and gain new perspectives; however, too much of this can lead people to doubt themselves, their craft, and what originally felt so right. 

That’s what the craft is, really. It feels right to you, it helps you improve yourself and your circumstances. At its core, that’s what the craft is. On the internet, the craft is sociological, political, moral, a movement, a statement. Your craft isn’t just your craft; it’s critique material for everyone else.

I don’t have a main thesis or argument I’m trying to make in this post. These are just thoughts that I’ve been considering during my time off of witchblr.

My goal for coming back onto this site is to remember to take every post as an idea, and nothing else. Oftentimes, people on this site take others’ ideas too seriously. Everyone has their own personal views and ideas. You have yours, and I have mine. When you focus on your own ideas–and your own craft or religion–then you can get a lot more out of witchblr.

I’d like to hear any thoughts or perspectives on this as well. Feel free to chime in. Also, sorry for the long post.

Look at all of these trainees getting hate from Knetz because they’re becoming popular among us. It’s disgusting the things they are saying about some trainees like calling Jisung “Ugly” just because he ranked 3rd during the eliminations. Each trainee has received hate from different groups of people including popular trainees among Knetz like Daniel and Samuel. But some have it worse than others such as Daehwi. Daehwi has done nothing wrong but try his best on the show. Knetz started hating on him because he was ‘too arrogant’ for wanting to be noticed, when in reality he just wanted to show how talented he is. Hyunbin has also received a ton of hate because he wants to fulfil his dreams. Yes, okay he may not have the vocal ability of some of the other trainees but he is trying his hardest. Did no one see him basically broken in the last episode because of all the comments? This poor guy has come on the show (which must have took a lot of confidence having zero background in training) to give his all and potentially debut. But instead is being attacked for trying by Knetz. 

Knetz also commented saying that the 4 Nu’est members should leave now that their albums have climbed back up the charts. These boys are on this show because they feel like it’s their last chance. They’re probably not going to see the money from their album sales due to Pledis. Jonghyun has blamed himself for the band not doing as well as they hoped and has called himself the worst leader. 

No one should feel like they have let everyone down because they haven’t surpassed a certain level. This includes all the trainees that were eliminated in the first round as well. These trainees are all so hard working and they deserve to be loved by everyone.

These trainees are trying their hardest to live their dream and make their families proud, but are consistently being brought down the by unnecessary comments made by Knetz.  

anonymous asked:

It's not that I don't like the vlog but I die everytime a little bit when Lance is shown hitting on a girl or they emphasise that he still likes Allura that way because I still hope we will see klance at the end. But I can't relax until we have some evidence. (I have accidentally sent this kkiro bc I mixed up the posts on my dashboard, haha ups^^') y'know it feels like I am in love with klance's relationship and having a heartbreak because of no assurance, ut hurts like hell TT___TT

I’m sorry for that, anon^^’ I’m a multishipper myself so I can’t say I’d be upset with any canon vld ship as long as there is development. Lance flirting with people is just part of his personality and I doubt that it’s gonna stop soon - I mean, he literally told us that he isn’t “quite ready to settle down yet”. That and we saw how much attention from others (especially women) means to him. Which is completely valid tbh, should Lance canonically be bi I doubt that he has realized it yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Uh, I also doubt that anything else I can say is going to make you feel better. You see, shipping has never been that serious for me. I don’t ship anything because of it possibly becoming canon, that barely matters to me. I ship things because I see a dynamic between two people that I want to explore. Because I think they could be great together, because I love building stories around them. 

It’s just… shipping is not a competition for me. It’s fun. I fell in love with the characters and their relationship and the best part is that no one can take that from me. Them becoming canon or not is not going to stop me from liking their dynamic. It’s not going to make me stop shipping them. It would change absolutely nothing in my behavior, I have shipped people before that never had the chance to become canon simply because the show in question was already over by the time I started watching it.

I’m not saying that you have to become a multishipper to have a good time in fandom. But changing your view to see canon as just one possible way for the show to go and realizing that it’s just as fictional as any fanfiction is probably gonna help you a lot with reducing your heartbreak. 

The show was created for entertainment. So take the aspects you like and have fun with them, that’s literally what it’s for. Canon should not stop you from shipping something ♥

galactic-nonbinary  asked:

I saw you say on tbs page that as long as it stays in audio format the charecters looks won't be confirmed. Does this mean you're thinking about doing a visual format of the story? If the podcast was turned into a movie and you had control of production and stuff would you want the voice actors to play the same charecters in the movie? Or would you find new people?

I would love to bring this story and these characters into any kind of medium. Each medium - audio, TV, books, etc. - has its own unique challenges and benefits and it’d be so fun to explore all that. 

It should be said that, if the show ever moved out of the podcast space and into something else, I would have less control. I have an insane amount of creative control right now - I literally get to decide everything, a luxury that basically doesn’t occur in any other medium. But I also have extremely limited resources/budget, so my choices are fenced in in that regard. 

The moment more money and more people get involved, the less control the creator has. And this can be a great thing! New people means new brains means new ideas means better storytelling. But very few writers get large sway over casting, etc. and no one has 100% control. 

On top of all that, there are some actors that sadly couldn’t play their roles in a visual format. For example, I love them dearly, but Briggon and Alex aren’t actually teenagers anymore. That’s one of the beautiful things about the audio medium - I can cast the actors I admire and love working with and not worry about whether they are the right age or type or could actually be related to each other. 

In mainstream media, there’s a lot of considerations that go into casting, etc. because there is so much more at stake. My casting process for the podcast has been going up to my talented friends and saying, “Hey you, want to come hang out in my bedroom and talk into a microphone? I can’t pay you very much”. If it were up to me, I’d want to work with these actors for ever and I plan to - I have so many more characters in my brain that these amazing people have inspired. But it would also be really fun and interesting to see what different actors do with the same characters (yes, even Sam!). If I am ever fortunate enough to bring TBS to the screen, I’d really relish that chance to build a new version of the characters with different actors. 

anonymous asked:

So hey, there are some times when I'm worried that I'm a horrible boyfriend because I'm so attracted to certain people that aren't my 'partner' (this list of people includes you by the way) So am I really being a crap boyfriend if I'm 99% sure nothing will go down? For example, I've always had a crush on Johnny Depp, but I'll probably never even meet him. I'm just sorta worried my partner will get jealous and I don't want to hurt them.

(( OOC: Attraction doesn’t go away once you decide to become monogamous/committed. We’re humans with hormones and finding other humans physically appealing is part of life. 

“Looking” will happen… because we have eyes… but being a good, committed partner entails not acting on those fleeting attractions… 

If you have chosen to commit yourself to being with someone, and only being with them, then you need to openly discuss what you want from the other person and understand what they want/expect from you

Be considerate… everyone has different levels of comfort. Some people won’t want to hear that you find someone else attractive because it causes feelings of insecurity or discomfort, some won’t care… it all depends on the person. 

Also, keep this in mind… you’ve chosen your partner because you care about them on a number of different levels, not simply base, instinctual “attraction”… and if you are happy/healthy in your relationship, then you will consider their comfort and happiness as a top priority. ))  

Liv says: Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of this story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve learned from it <3 (I’ve never finished an AU before?!)

Read the fic here.

Our Story - The End

Despite all the years Jamie has been an author—his success turned moderate after a succession of similarly moderate novels—he has never become accustomed to seeing his own face in public. His 35-year old hair, fuller than it is now, on a book jacket. His 35-year old eyes, suggesting a wisdom he is gradually losing, on a poster. The ghost of him, always haunting.

It is a strange thing to see oneself in the hands of strangers—and stranger still to imagine the places in which one’s face has unknowingly been. A woman in Tallahassee carries What My Father Told Me in her beach bag. Two of Us Now is piled among the Strand’s $2 pickings. 

Right now, his current face is looking at his former face from across the aisle of a plane. The reader—a young woman, chipped nails, roughly 30—has failed to notice the resemblance between JAMES FRASER (emboldened, size 45 font, Times New Roman) and Jamie Fraser (human, 6’3”, approaching old age). For this, he cannot blame her. Even he finds the connection between himself and this shade, though only a few feet away, incredibly tenuous.

Over the intercom, the pilot announces their impending arrival with a lilt and un-American vowels—a voice that sounds like home. The young woman looks up from Jamie’s book and squints, as if, by narrowing her vision, the pilot’s words will write themselves into the air, more easily deciphered. Jamie laughs quietly to himself, suddenly proud of the physical (and unlikely) contact between his face, his words, and this person who is so very different from him.

(He has touched more people than he knows.)

Jamie looks out the plane window. Through the darkening light, he can almost spot the places he and Claire will visit in Scotland: Lallybroch, the university. The small studio where he had once made promises that, for the most part, he has managed to keep. He watches his wife, whose head rests just beneath his ear, and listens to her breathing—a whistle more constant than his own reflection. He turns to the reader, then back to window, the sky growing darker, darker. The tarmac coming closer, closer. And as the ground nears, he sees that familiar but foreign thing lying in the shadowed moors: His face, forever a part of this land, staring up at him.

Jamie has begun to write separate reflections, expanding the narrative of their story with brief asides. They are scrawled on napkins, on hotel stationary, on the coasters he has swiped from corner pubs. Jamie has slipped them between the pages of Claire’s notebook, their crumpled edges sticking out like so many erratic pathways, which mirror the aimless movements of his mind. 

In the hotel lobby, Claire reads them before she writes, though she has not mentioned this to Jamie. His honesty—stated so freely in these passages—could find no justice in spoken language. Out of respect, she has let his words sit between them, a significant but mute presence, for the past three days:

Today, I watched you kneel down to touch our daughter’s grave and say, “Hi sweetheart.” Today, I wondered when I’ll forget her. Today, your voice kept cracking and your eyes kept watering, and I thought, Turn away. And I thought, Give her privacy. And I thought, I should have been there, I should have been there, I should have been there. But I did not turn away, and I did not give you privacy—and no, I had not been there on that day in April. Instead, I crouched beside you today. I held your trembling hands today. After all these years I have learned to bear my pain, but still—I can never bear yours.

Today, we stumbled upon a small café and you told me it was planned, it was all on purpose. This was where I kissed you in front of our closest friends, the very first time, did I remember? I could see it meant something to you—my memory of that old gesture and that old kiss—and because you mean the world to me, I lied. “Yes,” I said. “I remember.” Today, you couldn’t stop taking pictures.

Today, you made bannocks with Jenny and sang lullabies in broken Gaelic. You knew exactly where the extra blankets were kept. Today, you did not ask Ian if he needed help carrying in the firewood. You knew it would hurt his pride. And when you passed the portrait of my mother, hanging in the upstairs hallway, I saw you incline your head, just so, as if you knew her too. Sometimes I worry that I have not said “I love you” enough.

Claire returns from the lobby to their room and crawls between the covers. Jamie’s honesty may be unspeakable, but she can acknowledge it with her body: flesh to flesh and mouths in the dark. Her hips, in sure but languid motion, are her own confession. The vulnerable way she shakes when she’s unraveled by his hands—the purest reciprocation she can offer.

A woman lets them into the apartment building on Fury Street. She grins when she sees Jamie and Claire, whose feet—now dancing a nervous shuffle—once walked this path every day. The woman’s mouth reveals crooked teeth, and the grip on her groceries shows the blue-green ropes of her veins. Claire is twenty years her senior, at least—and yet. Standing before the brick and mortar of her past, Claire feels so young, so prepared to beg for the approval of those yellowed teeth and those blue-green cords. She rushes to take a bag and open the door like coming here is a race she could lose. 

“I canna very well let James Fraser wait on me doorstep,” the woman says, once they’ve introduced themselves and their purpose for coming. “Welcome. I’m Fiona, by the way. Fiona Graham.”

It is surreal, climbing these stairs, surrounded by the ghosts of their 20-something selves. The band stickers, once pasted above the landing, have been scraped away. The section of banisters, which gaped like a broken smile, have been replaced. The door does not stick when a man, dressed in an Argyle sweater, swings it open and says, “Well, what have we here?”

“Oh, these people used to live here, Mr. Wakefield. Before the expansion, aye?”

“My, is that so?”

There is also no sign of their former neighbors—a couple whose screams had matched the music of their faulty plumbing. And when Mr. Wakefield shows Jamie and Claire their old studio, having so graciously invited them inside, they can only walk in circles. One thing, at least, has been preserved: the weak floorboards near the entrance. (A fleeting fancy: Claire wants to yell, Babe, I’m home, just to see what it’d sound like again.)

“They tore down the walls to make a bigger place, you see,” the Reverend says. “Hardly enough room for one person, much less two. Don’t know how you folks managed.”

Claire nods, yes, though her eyes are fixed elsewhere, on a certain window just ahead.

This had been their window—the one whose lancing evening light had lit up their bodies in the dark. It was by this window that Claire had learned Jamie’s secrets: the triangular birthmark on his chest, the scar on his thigh, the slight curve of his lips when he slept. It was this window that had given her a view of a world she’d thought was permanent.

To be kind, Jamie says, “It’s verra nice, sir,” though his eyes are fixed upon his wife, whose eyes are still fixed upon the window. This is the window, he vaguely realizes, from which he saw a group of carolers sing and the glare of a golden light, sparkling in the snow. He had paced before this window, a lump in his throat, before packing a bag of clothes—the tiniest clothes—inside a garbage bag. Long ago, he had spoken out of this window and wondered if she could hear him. These memories emerge and bring a hot wetness to his eyes.

“And how long have you lived here, Mr. Wakefield?” Claire asks.

“Oh, about fifteen years now.”

After all this time, Jamie is able to derive the meaning from his wife’s pleasantries and the false bravado of her chin. There is a sadness in the way she is looking at that window, trying to summon the past back through it. 

Jamie steps forward to take the crook of her arm and ignores the Reverend’s endless rambling. He points to the ceiling and says, “Look.”

They had both been secretly hoping it was there—and it is. Like a solar eclipse, a speck of marigold still shines in the northernmost corner.

Claire smiles.

Years later, the Reverend will remember the couple who seemed more at home in his place than himself. He will remark—perhaps to Alice—about the way they moved, as if in orbit. A sort of cosmic revolution that required a certain degree of closeness and a certain degree of separation, for their own balance.

In passing, the Reverend and Alice will say things like, “I’m so glad they came by,” and,  “They were a lovely couple.” On the surface, these will seem like complimentary remarks, but they will mean something else entirely.

What they will mean: I haven’t forgotten.

What they have not forgotten: the way this brief entrance has reverberated throughout their lives. Like two stars, which have long since smoldered, but whose light can still be seen from the distance of a thousand years.

And it will be the same for others as well. A nurse in 1968 can still feel the trickle down her brow, precipitated by the birth of red-haired child. A priest who said a funeral in 1992 still holds the sound of the mother’s remorseful keening. And a writer named Mary McNab still recalls a night of half-hearted passion. She can feel the magnitude of an invisible sorrow, her own willing surrender, and her own gentle possession inside a lonely mountain cabin.

All of them will think of Jamie and Claire Fraser, two strangers who became a part of their own story and changed it—even if just for a moment.

People’s stories are so malleable. One decision causes a ripple and then, however infinitesimally, changes their trajectories. A look, a touch, a conversation—what if the nurse had not delivered the baby into his mother’s dying arms? What if the priest had not said the service? How much of their stories would be different? And for that matter, how much of their stories have been edited by the stories of others?

Jamie and Claire live on in such memories—the small legacies they have carved for themselves in different lives. Pieces of them will remain, thriving, even when it seems they have been forgotten. They are two points, forever at the origin of a stranger’s long-ago decision: to say “push,” to oversee the funeral, to knock on the door at midnight. In this way, Jamie and Claire are immortal. In this way, the universe remembers them.

In the end, we are all echoes carried in the bones of things.

Today, you wore the bracelet I gave you when Brianna was born. Today, I didn’t realize you meant to kiss me, and so you found my cheek like a teenage lover. The charms moved, tinkling, when you held my hand. Have I told you that I always think of this? Those little tokens of your life, calling out as you reach for me. I felt the baby rattle, the stethoscope. The small penguin, with its jewel encrusted eye, pressed its wing into my skin. Here’s the thing, Claire: it has always been forever.

They are at Arthur’s Seat. The wind blows them sideways, and it threatens to sweep them into the city below. Claire’s earring falls from her lobe, and Jamie catches it. Jamie’s scarf unwinds from his neck, and Claire snatches its tasseled ends before it flies towards the sea. Their feet are imbalanced on the uneven terrain, and they duck haphazardly out of tourists’ photos.

Claire, seeing Jamie hoist up a struggling climber, thinks of how recklessly, how wholly she has loved him. And Jamie, seeing Claire let down her hair, marvels at their easy tumble—how effortlessly they have become a staple of his life.

Eventually, the darkening horizon predicts a storm, and the clouds roll in. Jamie and Claire are one of the few still on the peak, most visitors already picking their way down the hillside, hidden beneath plastic ponchos.

“There,” Claire says. She points to something in the distance: a dark-brick building, just on the edges of Edinburgh. “Where we first met,” she clarifies.

“Does it look the same, d’ye think?”

“Yes,” Claire says. Looking down, she laces her fingers through his, as if to give him the understanding of its sameness. “Yes, I suppose it does.”

They both support each other against the wind, thinking of the opening words in their now-shared notebook. Like a dream—to see the place where Claire had once fixed her lipstick, where Jamie had once loosened his shirt collar, where they had once walked together through a crowded room and realized how easy it was to fall in love.

They both laugh when two little girls stick out their tongues to catch the rain.

“So here were are,” Claire says.

“Here we are,” Jamie replies. And he kisses her.


And if you’re bored and would like an Our Story playlist—here are the songs that gave me feels while writing.

Grand Blues 826 Admiring Yggy

[Lumacie Archipelago]
Elsam: “Haa…. Yggy…”
Nezahualpilli: “…what’s this? You’ve taken an interest in that girl?”

Ne: “Well, isn’t she a cutie!”
Ne: “If you like her, why not take her as your wife?”
El: “Wife!?
El: “N… no…. I mean, Yggy’s a Primal Beast and all…”

Ne: “…is that a problem?”
Ne: “She’s cute so it’s fine!”
El: “Ehhhhhhhh!?

El: “B… but a girlfriend that huge!?”
El: “She lives in a completely different world from people…!”

Ne: “Ha ha ha!!
Ne: “That just means you’ll have some real healthy babies!
El: You serious….!? Like, respect, Wing King…!


Small Tales from the Borderlands/Doctor Who crossover! :D

Basically… Yeah, I got inspired by Wikipedia xD

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Ship Fights

I usually don’t get into ship fights, because everyone  is allowed to like what/who they want and no one has anything to do with it, but the minimum required is respect. Respect especially when we talk about real people.

Whenever I go to twitter or facebook and search for Jikook, I always see fights between Vkook and Jikook shippers. But what shocked me the most was when I read certain comments that offended, humiliated and denigrated Jimin, so much that I felt the need to write this.

1st: We are talking about real people. This is not a book in which some like the main character to end with x or y, this is not fantasy. Jimin, Jungkook, and V are real people;

2nd: Everyone ships whoever they want with who they want. I like Jikook for several reasons, but that is not a reason to go on social media and write hateful comments towards V, or speak ill of the relationship that exists between him and Jungkook. I love V, I love Jungkook, and above all I love BTS. To have respect and manners is the least some people should have.

3rd: It’s horrible to see people calling themselves fans, and trying to create little groups to boo the part where Jimin and Jungkook sing together in the 21st century girl, in example:

This is in Portuguese and it came on my Jikook search in twitter… This comment was written by someone who ships Vkook. Nothing against it.
However what this person wrote was basically that in the concert that BTS will have in Brazil, when Jungkook and Jimin sing their part together in the 21st century girl they will boo them, yes you read well, boo them, and you ask why? 

Because they just don’t like them together. This, aside from being sad that it came from a “fan” is horrible to BTS as a group. Can’t these people imagine how BTS would feel to being booed over by something they probably don’t even have a clue about?! In addition, this person also says that if Jikook fans take boards with sayings about JiKook to the concert, they will destroy them … surreal ….

4th: But what shocked me the most was the hatred that runs through the human being. When we talk about BTS, we are talking about 7 young people fighting for recognition, fighting for their music, fighting to be heard. Friends, brothers, united family … one for all and all for one. 

So what I read, that I’m going to leave the screens snaps for you to see, shocked me so much.
All of us, within a group, have our Bias, we all have more preference for one or another member, but to expel free hate just because people have opinions different from ours, it has to end. In what society do we live? A society that does not respect itself, that does not respect the opinions of others? This society, every day shocks me more ….

The person is saying that BTS is only Taehyung, the others don’t matter. Don’t really understand how someone can call herself “fan” and say this…

And now, the real hate starts…

Basically, someone said that Jimin was the most handsome of the group … this person says that, that is insane and that would never be possible and that there is a reason for the members to always put Jimin at last in the ranks of beauty, in other words, she is saying that Jimin is ugly.

I don’t know if people reading this post, know how to read Portuguese, but even for me (that I speak Portuguese) it hurts to translate this …. because it is just disgusting.

This person, because I do not consider her a fan, asks if anyone would mind if she made a poster with the body of a pig and Jimin’s face …
Then she asks if the fans think it makes any difference to stand up for Jimin …

This is wrong in so many ways. Who really knows BTS, knows how much Jimin fights daily, how much he strives to improve the few, that in his eyes are many, imperfections he makes. Who knows BTS knows the complicated path he walked to this day, and who doesn’t know at least listen to his solo, and will probably understand him a bit more.

But we’re not over yet… no, there’s more ….

Basically, she says no one can force her to love Jimin, and that to her, he is ugly and irrelevant …. that to her, Jimin is as if he desn’t even exist in BTS.

I write this today, to show how hate exists. How people are mean.
No one is obliged to like the same things, but at least respect people.
BTS is a group that we all love, and if we really are fans, we like all members independently of the ships.
They are real people, they have their own lives. And we as fans, should support them, and be on their side. The hate needs to stop!

ARMY, that’s who we are. An army that protects. ARMY is a family, a family that does not let anyone hurt what we protect.
I am an ARMY and I will never get tired of writing how BTS is wonderful, and I will never stop defending my group when I see one of the members being insulted without being able to defend himself.

Share love. Share peace. Fight against hatred. Because of wars, the world is full.

BTS is union. BTS is friendship. Don’t ruin that with hate.

Why we changed our name to People Against Prisons Aotearoa

On the 1st of September 2017, No Pride in Prisons (NPIP) changed its name to People Against Prisons Aotearoa (PAPA). We made this decision to better reflect the fundamental purpose of the organisation. It marks the next step in our commitment to building the prison abolitionist movement in Aotearoa.

No Pride in Prisons started organising in 2015, when it was announced that Auckland Pride had invited uniformed Police and Corrections Officers to march in the Pride Parade. Several of our founding members decided to protest this decision by interrupting the parade. We could not allow the Auckland Pride Board to turn a blind eye to the fact that police and prisons are deeply violent, inhumane institutions. Our aim was to contest the claims by the New Zealand and Department of Corrections that they were now “queer-friendly.” We showed that they can never be “queer-friendly.”

Our original name, No Pride in Prisons, reflected our initial focus on combatting pinkwashing, which we defined as “the promotion of mainstream ‘gay rights’ by corporate or political entities as a veil to excuse or hide unethical practices, particularly where those practices ignore basic human and workers’ rights.” Our protest at Pride forced open a conversation about how queer and trans people were being treated by organisations that outwardly claimed to support them.

We also brought attention to the way pinkwashing weakens the left. The appropriation of queer and trans struggles by oppressive institutions and corporations sends the message that queer and trans people are okay with their exploitative practices. This can undermine the bonds of solidarity between queer and trans people and people fighting these exploitative practices.

In 2016, three hundred people brought the Pride Parade to a halt for an hour and a half. They were voicing their anger at the Police and the Department of Corrections using Pride as a PR stunt for the second year in a row. This action demonstrated the power of collective action, forcing the queer community to reevaluate our relation to these violent institutions. Forcing the Police and Corrections out of the Pride parade publicly reasserted the humanity of prisoners.

Although we were, at first, most known for our protests at Pride Parades, we do much more as an organisation. In 2016, we began to run social programmes and advocate for prisoners on a day to day basis. We also began to put direct pressure on Corrections when they were not meeting prisoners’ basic needs. In November last year, four No Pride in Prisons organisers were arrested for occupying a Corrections office to demand that a trans prisoner be moved out of solitary confinement.

Our day-to-day work was always grounded in the understanding that the best way to support prisoners is to free them from the system that causes their suffering in the first place. We understand that prisons are inherently violent, degrading, and racist institutions. As long as prisons continue to exist in Aotearoa, there will always be more people to help and more cases of abuse.

However, it became increasingly clear to us that, in order to achieve our long term goal of abolishing prisons entirely, it no longer made sense to focus just on queer and trans prisoners. Although queer and trans people certainly experience some of the worst excesses of the prison system’s violence, such violence is also experienced by people from many other walks of life. The queer and trans community cannot abolish prisons just by ourselves or just for ourselves. We came to the conclusion that the prison abolitionist movement we want to see in Aotearoa must include as many people as possible. In particular, it is essential that this movement involves as many currently and formerly incarcerated people as possible, most of whom are not queer or trans.

In February 2017, we opened up our membership to anyone who agreed with our kaupapa, and began to consciously reorient ourselves towards working for all prisoners. This began with our 10,000 Too Many march to Mt Eden Prison, in response to the news that New Zealand’s prison population had just reached 10,000 people for the first time. This record represents a new era in New Zealand’s epidemic of mass incarceration.

The march received huge support from people of many different backgrounds, confirming to us that everyone has a reason to oppose the violence of prisons. Further, it confirmed that there was an urgent need for a mass-based organisation to fight it.

As an organisation no longer exclusive to queer and trans members, and with pinkwashing no longer an emphasis in our organising, the name No Pride in Prisons became increasingly confusing and inappropriate. Many of the previously and currently incarcerated people we reached out to, who were not queer or trans, were hesitant about our name. Removed from its original context, the “Pride” reference does not hold, and the name is (understandably) often taken to mean something like “prisoners should be ashamed.” That the people we recognise as absolutely essential to our movement were sometimes put off by our name was a sign that it was becoming an obstacle to our organising. In the interests of clarity, and of better reflecting our new direction, we began discussing a name change. We arrived at People Against Prisons Aotearoa (PAPA).

As an acronym, PAPA serves as a reminder of this organisation’s commitment to the struggle for mana motuhake. The prison system in Aotearoa has been used to enforce and maintain the racist oppression of Māori. Papatūānuku, the most ancient ancestress of all humans, is a guarding and nurturing force in all our lives. We bear her in mind while we go about the revolutionary task of dismantling the prison system.

Our new name, People Against Prisons Aotearoa, better reflects our ultimate goal of seeing the unqualified abolition of prisons in Aotearoa. We are people against prisons, and we are people for each and every prisoner. We are more committed to this now than ever before.

Underrated Games: Why You Should Play The World Ends With You

The World Ends With You takes place in a fictional version of Shibuya, Tokyo and follows the story of Neku Sakuraba, a fifteen year old who has been raised in Shibuya his whole life who feels no need to interact with society, and keeps to himself. However one day he finds himself in the middle of the city with no memory about himself aside that of his name and when he wakes up, he finds a strange pin that allows him to read the minds of others and receives a cryptic text reading: “Reach 104. You have 60 minutes. Fail and face erasure.”

He suddenly finds a timer on his hand and is attacked by monsters called Noise.

Neku has entered the Reaper’s Game. A game where those who have died may fight for a chance at life again by completing various missions for a one entire week. Along the way, Neku meets a girl name Shiki Misaki and they forge a pact, now having to team up and complete the various tasks thrown at them for the week. Some circumstances occur in the game, lead to Neku having to play the Game more than once, and gives the player the opportunity to partner up with two other characters.

TWEWY is a ds game that came out in 2007 from the company of Square Enix (or as sometimes like to call them, Sqeenix) and the company Jupiter. It’s a Jrpg game, has made a cameo appearance in the series Kingdom Hearts, and a rarity in terms of finding it in any store aside from Amazon, however, this game is a diamond in the rough and rightfully a game you should play at least once for the following reasons:

1. The Lessons on Interpersonal Relationships and Skills

There is very much an introvert in the character of Neku, especially in comparison to some of the more extroverted partners he receives throughout the weeks he spends in the Reapers’ Game. And due to that being where a lot of Neku’s character development comes in, the lesson on interpersonal skills, such as trust and putting your differences aside, are a big part of the game.

In the Reapers’ Game, there is only one other person you can rely to help keep yourself alive: your partner. If you need help and can’t think of a way to complete the mission you guys have been given, you go to your partner. If your partner dies, you will be dying shortly afterwards as well. “Trust your partner.” They’re the only ones who have your back and if you both can’t manage to work out any differences you have and come to some kind of truce, you might as well give up.

This is very much a real skill people need in life. Everyone is different from you, has their own dreams, and everyone has their own values and things that are important to them, even if you think otherwise. TWEWY does a very good job in displaying this fact as Neku encounters the different things that matter to particular characters from Shiki’s insecurities about herself to the reason why the Reaper’s do what they do. Especially with the Players, the deceased individuals you meet throughout the game because in the Reapers’ Game, not only is your right to exist on the line, but so is your most important thing which can be intangible, like memories or dreams, or tangible, like relatives or a physical characteristic you have.

There’s more to some people than it may seem and sometimes it may actually take getting out of your comfort zone to realize that. To see what they think in order to come to some kind of mutual understanding.

2. Relatable Characters

There is a very diverse cast in TWEWY from quirky to downright standoffish, but the realism put into the characters as a whole really puts things into perspective to the person playing, whomever that may be and really pulls you into the story going so far as to even make you feel the things the characters may feel.

For instance, as an introvert myself, I was quite annoyed with Shiki for the first several in-game days as she constantly attempted to get the more standoffish Neku out his bubble. I, as Neku, personally felt as if she were prying into my life and was pretty urked every time Neku’s inner train of thought was interrupted due to Shiki trying to get Neku to stop living inside his head to talk to her in order to know what he was thinking.

However, I realized, coming from Shiki’s point of view, any extroverted person playing the game would probably find extreme annoyance in Neku’s lack in wanting to talk. After all, in a game where there’s only one person you can count on, it must be extremely annoying and worrying when that very person won’t even give you the time of day.

And it doesn’t stop there. 

There are plenty of other characters that you can relate to as well like Rhyme and how she is concerned with the fact she has no real goal or dream for her future.

Outgoing introvert Joshua and his fickle ways of pushing people away from him by not hiding and emphasizing his flaws.

And even some of the minor characters and their relationships with each other, for instance, best friends Mina and Ai having a strain in their relationship when Ai thinks Mina is trying to go on a date with the boy she likes.

A very real problem that has even completely severed friendships in real life.

The cast overall is very quirky and interesting, and give an interesting twist on personalities and how they may and or may not clash with one another.

3. The Soudtrack

If there is one thing you will hear any TWEWY fan gush about aside from Joshua or Sho Minamimoto, it is more than likely going to be the music you hear through out the game. TWEWY is renown for having an amazing soundtrack. There is a large assortment of songs that play throughout the game.

While most games just choose one theme for each battle and area, TWEWY instead randomly chooses a song from its soundtrack ensuring that you probably won’t get bored of the song since it is forever changing in every battle and each area you explore in the game. 

If Give Me All Your Love played in the last battle you were in, then you might be listening to Twister  or Calling next time.

The soundtrack covers a number of different genres and you just might even find yourself listening to the songs for fun.

4. The Underlying Message of Hope

While I won’t be delving into the story line and circumstances that Neku is often tossed to in the game, one thing that will be eventually realized by the end of your experience with TWEWY is the message of hope. Or to be more accurate, the hope that some people might change one day, preferably for the better.

In the beginning of the game, Neku is an extreme introvert who finds no need for friends and is to the point where even if it’s just a person offering help, he’d just be downright rude to them. His issues with trusting people are very prominent and the way his headphones symbolize blocking people out from his life really speaks out. However, by the end of it all, Neku is a lot different. An introvert still at the end of the day, but he’s changed.

He’s learned a lot. That there’s more to people than he initially thought, that there’s more than just ‘the world Neku lives in’. Learning to trust people and even having that trust broken. That within the small place he lives in, there are much more things going on. That maybe, some things are little harder to forgive.

And when you realize the overall message, that, if the worst person in Shibuya can go from hating the world and everything in it

 to a guy who learned that life isn’t all that bad, 

it really speaks to you.

 That maybe even you can get some happiness in your life if everything just feels very, nice. It’s a warm feeling and one definitely guaranteed when you play this game.

TWEWY is an overall amazing game, much more deserving of the popularity it seems to lack due to marketing. It has an interesting game mechanic, a great soundtrack, and an even greater message with its spectacular cast of characters that will put you through quite the roller coaster as you see them laugh, cry, and work together for the second chance of life they are all striving for.

So, if you ever get the opportunity to play this game, take it and maybe even show the goodness of it to other people.