and i hope that is cited right

One day, one rhyme- Day 1266

You said that it would be alright,
That there’ll always be something light
To bridge the rift and soothe the slight.
There’s always a rhyme left to write;
Always a journal left to cite;
Another piece of cake to bite;
Another matador to fight;
Another breeze to lift the kite;
And one more doubter left to spite;
One more voyage, and one more flight;
But as I lay here in the night
And clouded thoughts obscure my sight
And in this darkness, well they might
For there’s no light could burn that bright
To let me see clear through this plight.
You said that dawn comes after night
And with the dawn, there comes respite-
I hope against hope you were right.

like, i rly dnt understand it wen ppl on here cite th “trans person has 1 in 12 chance to be murdered in a lifetime” statistic bc…im not trying to be mean, but do u understand why that cant possibly be true?

ignoring for now the fact that the 1 in 12 statistic has never actually been reliably sourced and is thought to have originated from a now-deleted article on the hrc america website;

 if u understand statistics, then thats an impossibly high rate of murder for any one group of people (and, before u point out ‘yes but this is what makes it shocking!’, its just…impossibly high.)

in USA, about 5.2 per 100000 people is estimated to be murdered. obviously, the rates go up depending on things like race, class, or indeed gender expression. but even for a group with proportionately one of the highest murder rates in the whole world, say, a black young man living in usa, the murder rate is estimated at around 19.4 per 100000. to express that as a fraction, it would be, uh, like around 1 in 5155. and thats only murders that were recorded as murders! the actual number is likely much worse. but anyway, for the recorded deaths, thats a really high number. much higher than pretty much any other group of people when u look at th stats in terms of race, age, sex, nationality etc.

According to the National Center for Transgender Equality, there are around 3,139,000 transgender individuals living in usa. so, applying the 1 in 12 rate to this, that would mean around 261583 murdered trans people in a lifetime. around 25 trans people per year are estimated to be murdered in the united states (but we can probably assume the actual number is much higher), so in a lifetime (lets say 85yrs just to be on the safe side) the total amount of deaths is estimated to be around 2125. thats an appallingly high amount, for sure, but nowhere near the 261583 that would be necessary for the 1-in-12 statistic to be possible. just for some context, the total amount of murders recorded in the usa in 2014, for ALL types of people, was estimated to be around 14,249. 

its not possible that trans people are on average murdered at a rate of 1 in 12 in usa. it isnt doing any favours for trans people to run around citing this totally made-up number when ur trying to argue with ppl abt transgender rights n stuff, bc anyone who has a basic understanding of statistics is going to immediately know that this number cannot possibly be accurate and wont take ur arguments seriously any more. the actual rates of transgender people murdered in hate crimes etc are (sadly) high enough, you dont need to cite made-up statistics to prove ur point, the evidence enough is here alrdy. 

no hate, and i hope this post was informative, pls correct me if i made any mistake + hav a nice day all

Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Ruki] part 2

- No (work that you would not like to receive by being a member of the Gazette)

Ruki: Unexpectedly, there are so many questions that confuse me (laughs). What could it be? There are too many things and it is difficult for me to choose, but I absolutely can’t stand it when I notice something like how they make fun of the band. Though it didn’t yet happen that I was invited to such places (laughs). I don’t like to go out with someone together, and also I don’t go out to places which I don’t know well. Or those where I could get attention or something like that … well, since I’m invited to such places, I appreciate it, of course, but if I decide not to go out, I do it without any hesitation. Still, I don’t have such feelings that I don’t like the fact that the fans see me. Since if I look at them myself, it wouldn’t be cool, right?  But that’s strange, when we’re on the radio, I feel quite normal. For example, the request to send numerous stories for us was favorably received.

- Obtain (recently acquired thing that increased the intensity of sensations)

Ruki: …… There is no such. There are also no such things that I want at this moment.

- Picture (photo of the times Dainippon itan geisha)

Ruki: This time on the interview page I chose photos from the times of “Gama”, but this hat, there was not even one time that I put it at any performance. Since at that time there were so many cosplayers (which cosplayed it). Probably, it wasn’t difficult to make that hat, right? In fact, I was not going to choose a hat of this shape. Although I hoped for a smaller hat, in the end it turned out to be so huge. In addition, when we have finished, its size was about 2 times larger than in this photo. But having remade it a little, somehow we got this size. By the way, Reita, when it comes to choosing past photos, from a long time, he always says “this is 舐 ~ zetsu”, doesn’t he? (laughs)

- Question (things you are skeptical of)

Ruki: If I have to cite just one example, then I think that probably it will be “why in the films set a certain framework.” This is my personal impression, but it seems to me that Japanese films have become not interesting. Realistic scenes of murder do not show at all, right? But, for example, if we talk about Korean films, the image is very realistic there, right? I wonder why there is such a difference. Strictly speaking, I have an indie mentality, so I think something like “I wonder why it happened that this or that has become to sale this way?” I mean, if to remove all useless things, there will be many things which are rather intricate. Now the dramas are also quite uninteresting. What about “Nigehaji”? I watched it, but only one episode (laughs). Then I turned it off immediately. Once it became a hot topic of discussion, I wanted to see superficially what it is like. I thought that it probably should be interesting. So I felt “this is the so-called way of mass media to extol everything” or something like “don’t you think it’s pretty suspicious?” Then, this doesn’t very apply to “Nigehaji”, but is there really no tendency now to create what any fool can understand?  If this continues, then the ability to think will quickly run out, right?

-  Resistance (not subject to discussion part)

Ruki: I have a lot of things that I don’t concede to others (laughs). And I do not concede even in one thing. I am completely unyielding, but compared to past times, I think I became more tolerant towards the fans. Earlier, when they told me something, I was, on the contrary, absolutely adamant. It also happened that I was viciously behaving. Now I think that, of course, there is something that I want to do by myself, but it is also our duty to make everything understandable to others, and bring it to them.

- Sexy (a favorite part of the female body and gestures that excite the feelings of men) 

Ruki: Before I used to prefer when they were pretty nude, but now I like it better when not naked (laughs). But nevertheless recently I didn’t feel something like “as for me, it’s sexy.”  Already quite a long time, looking at the actresses or something like that, I felt something like that, and it used to happen that I thought “well, she’s not bad.”

-  Treasure  (treasures that you really  appreciate)

Ruki: Well, it probably all comes down to the band. When the main feelings become in the style of “to sacrifice everything”, I think that’s how it is. 

- Under ( kohai, which you accept)

Ruki: Now there isn’t particularly anyone about whom I’d think something like “oh, they are cool!”.

- Violence (episodes when you were very angry)

Ruki: Was there something …? I was angry with the manager, who is no longer with us, if I really need to mention something, then let it be. Other members, I wonder what they will say? In my case, it seems like there was no such case when I would be angry until unconscious.

- Warning (what do you pay attention to in your daily life) 

Ruki: I am aware of the fact that whenever possible I have conversations with other personalities. When you do such kind of work, there are also times when you have to communicate very closely, so from a certain time, I tried not to communicate in this style. In any case, first of all I try to understand the feelings of my casual interlocutor. And even if I get angry, I do it exactly because I digest what they’ve said (laughs). It also happens that I can accept it. Next, what I try to follow is to stop expressing myself in such a way as to attract the anger of others (laughs). Also, every day I try to get up on time. I set the alarm on the phone to ring about 10 times for 1 hour before I need to get up, but I turn off all of them completely.  It was also that after answering “yeah” to the manager, who had already arrived and was waiting for me in front of the house, I immediately fell asleep again (laughs). Earlier, Aoi was also often late, but now me and Uruha are two main culprits.

- X-factor (what would you like to try to do in the future that you never did before)

Ruki: Surprisingly now there is no anything like this, because almost every time I want to do something, it turns out. However, something as I’d like to try a bungee jumping, I definitely haven’t such wishes.

-  Yesterday  (what did you do yesterday, from the moment when you woke up before you went to bed)  

Ruki: Yesterday I didn’t wake up in the morning. It happened at night. And then I watched a lot of films at home. There was South Korean film starring Bung-hun Lei, but this movie was boring and so I got angry (laughs). Ah, that question about what made me angry is just about that, isn’t it? In Korean movies I like to find something hard (violent), and I like films with high average score. In my list there are also action movies, in which there is a chase of something unusual, and in which they consider social problems, or films recommended to me by good people. I don’t watch something like science fiction and anime. Something like “Avatar” and his glowing eyes, this style is a little off to me (laughs). I watched “Batman”, but couldn’t “Spiderman”. Most of all I like things close to dark themes. In general, I watch a lot of movies, and since the beginning of this year I already watched about 6 films. [* interview was Jan, 06]

-  Zero (what you would like to get rid of)

Ruki: For example, unpleasant incidents, they quite strongly affect me. What I did myself doesn’t hurt me at all, but if someone does something to me, it hurts me a lot (laughs).  Therefore, there are many such things. When I think that I screwed up in the video, it offends me, because I want to do it well. Well, we have to do everything so that this won’t happen. And it was that I, altering everything, corrected the video I had already shot in the middle of the night. In this I was pursued by that “part of me that doesn’t concede to anyone”.

translated from japanese to russian by shimizu_ran.vk for the_gazette_quotes.vk

translated from russian to english by me

as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^

The number of people who think sharp metal objects (literally designed to shock or inflict pain) are good training equipment for dogs blows my mind.

“Oh, you don’t understand, it doesn’t hurt them…”

Are you a dog? Have you ever worn these with someone tugging on it randomly? I don’t understand how someone could make that claim that it doesn’t hurt. Oh, your dog’s not screeching in pain when you yank her collar? Must mean it feels totally comfy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Your dog will stop pulling ahead on their leash, but you’re creating the right conditions for them to develop behavioural disorders based on fear and aggression. And frankly, I hope they pee on all your best carpets, because you deserve it.

theoneandonly-jenxx  asked:

I hope this isn't too much to ask, but I need a huuuuge favor! I'm working on a Feysand Babies theory, and I need to cite the quote from chapter 55 or 56 of ACOMAF where Rhys tells Feyre about the sex frenzy that comes with a new mating bond, and that it has to do with ensuring reproduction, but I don't have access to a copy of ACOMAF right now. Can you cite this for me, please?

That fast, I was ready for him, aching for him, but—but we had to go. Queens. Cauldron. Jurian. War.

“About—pregnancy,” I said. And might as well have thrown a bucket of ice over both of us.

“We didn’t—I’m not taking a tonic. I haven’t been, I mean.” He set down his bread.

“Do you want to start taking it again?”

If I did, if I started today, it’d negate what we’d done last night, but … “If I am a High Lord’s mate, I’m expected to bear you offspring, aren’t I? So perhaps I shouldn’t.”

“You are not expected to bear me anything,” he snarled. “Children are rare, yes. So rare, and so precious. But I don’t want you to have them unless you want to—unless we both want to. And right now, with this war coming, with Hybern … I’ll admit that I’m terrified at the thought of my mate being pregnant with so many enemies around us. I’m terrified of what I might do if you’re pregnant and threatened. Or harmed.”

Something tight in my chest eased, even as a chill went down my back as I considered that power, that rage I’d seen at the Night Court, unleashed upon the earth. “Then I’ll start taking it today, once we get back.”

I rose from the table on shaky knees and headed for the bedroom. I had to bathe—I was covered in him, my mouth tasted of him, despite breakfast.

Rhys said softly from behind me, “I would be happy beyond reason, though, if you one day did honor me with children. To share that with you.”

I turned back to him. “I want to live first,” I said. “With you. I want to see things and have adventures. I want to learn what it is to be immortal, to be your mate, to be part of your family. I want to be … ready for them. And I selfishly want to have you all to myself for a while.”

His smile was gentle, sweet. “You take all the time you need. And if I get you all to myself for the rest of eternity, then I won’t mind that at all.” I made it to the edge of the bath before Rhys caught me, carried me into the water, and made love to me, slow and deep, amid the billowing steam.

Here you go. I’m mobile right now, so it’s probably pretty ugly.

anonymous asked:

Sorry. I realized now I wrote 17. I meant 38. (“Please talk to me”)

So, here is the second one (since the prompt cited is the same one as in your first ask), this has been agony to write. I hope it will be more pleasant to read it … Thank you for sending me this!


Letting go

She tried to act normal, and if he hadn’t known her as well as he did he would probably have fallen for it, he had to give her that. She was excellent at pretending - they had all witnessed her leading the entire town of Alexandria by their collective noses with her soccer mom act right up to the moment when she had dropped it to save the sheep from the Wolves.

But he did know her as well as he did, so for him, falling for it was never an option. She was putting up a perfect front, but he saw right through it, saw the pain and the self-loathing and the conviction that she was a despicable human being - when he knew, right down to his bones, that all she did was never for her own gain but only ever to save or protect others, even if it cost her dearly.

That after all that had happened, after all the world had thrown at her, she would still never raise a hand against anyone in anger but only in self-defense, or in defense of others.

That she was motivated by compassion above all things, and that this was what was tearing her apart right now - compassion, and being forced by it to kill human beings, didn’t go well together.

Two weeks had passed since she had returned for the first fight and moved back into the house of her family that same day, into the room next to his. He could hear her crying herself to sleep every night, could hear her sighing every morning upon waking up as if the weight of the world were settling back on her shoulders - when all she had done was fight by their side so her family would survive the war against Negan.

And there was, of course, that one thing that she still hadn’t talked to him about, that wound she was still hiding from him, the one she had carried ever since her time with Tyreese and the two girls.

He felt that all of these things - having to kill again, facing the graves of her family both here and at Hilltop, and whatever it was that had happened to her on the road between the fall of the prison and their reunion at Terminus - were conspiring against her once more, harming her, hurting her.

Every day since she had decided to stay at Alexandria instead of returning to the Kingdom after the fight, he had seen her cooking, baking, tending to the tomatoes and beans and whatever, always keeping herself busy, always making sure that everyone else had whatever they wanted or needed - but never taking care of herself, never taking time to reflect, to grieve, to heal.

And the burden she was carrying, he saw, wasn’t getting lighter just because she was, again, choosing to ignore it.

He cornered her when she was coming in with a handful of small potatoes, grown on the patch behind the house, soil under her fingernails from carefully digging them out with her bare hands so as to avoid cutting them with any tools she might have used instead. She was pushing the door closed behind herself with one elbow, and just at that moment he moved out of the hallway, careful not to physically crowd her - he didn’t want to stress or intimidate her, after all.

As Carol looked up and met his eyes, he saw the sorrow and, strangely, guilt before she put her mask in place again, trying to hide behind it, as if they weren’t able to all but read each other’s minds.

Daryl held out his cupped hands and she automatically handed over the potatoes. Side by side, they walked down the hallway and to the kitchen where she washed her hands and he began to rub the soil off the potatoes and got out a peeler.

They worked in silence for long moments, but it wasn’t as comfortable as it once would have been. He felt the tension radiating off her, saw her stiffening whenever he inched closer to her while working, heard her breath hitching when he brushed her back with his forearm once as he leaned around her to reach for the towel.

Twice, he noticed her pausing in her work, her hands stilling, resting on the countertop for a moment, before she drew in a deep breath and continued dicing the onion on the cutting board in front of her.

She couldn’t go on like this, he knew. She had been on the verge of breaking in that house at the Kingdom, after staying away from her family for more than a week, and fighting again, even against murderers and rapists, would have her in a bad place again, blaming herself for everything that happened, even stuff that in no way whatsoever could possibly be her fault.

Putting his potato cubes into the pot sitting between them, he checked his fingers for potato peel and then, after finding them clean, he slowly and carefully reached out for her shoulder, wary of spooking her by touching her too suddenly. Carol froze instantly, but he didn’t pull back his hand. Instead, he gently took the knife out of her stiff fingers and then guided her through a turn on one foot, almost as if they were dancing.

She didn’t look at him, keeping her head down as if still concentrating on her onion.

“I know you still don’t wanna talk about what happened, I get it.”

His voice sounded loud in the quiet house. It was gravelly with disuse - he wasn’t speaking much to anyone. He noticed her breath catching for a moment when he spoke, but then she pressed her lips together and tried to appear unfazed again.

“‘m not much of a talker myself, so I know where you’re comin’ from. There’s stuff you don’t wanna share, stuff you can’t share.”

The vast landscape of all they had gone through, both before and after the apocalypse, opened up between them, countless hours days weeks months years of fear and panic, untold nightmares, tears and screams both held in and shared with an uncaring world.

Carol felt again the solace of Daryl sitting silently on the counter of the RV after they had “found” Sophia in Hershel’s barn, the only one to never offer platitudes over this greatest and most painful loss of her life, the only one to never judge her for grieving the way she had, and still was. If anyone could understand …

“Please.” His voice was barely a whisper now, the words felt more than heard. “Talk to me. Let it out. I’ll listen, just listen, I won’t tell anyone.”

For a few heartbeats longer, she held it in, held herself together against the wave of pain that had been building and building inside her ever since she had heard that devastating sentence - “Nobody will want you back there.” -, hoping to postpone this just a little longer, to pretend for a few more hours or days, but the look in his eyes was like a lance that went straight to her heart.

The pain surged, the wave crested and broke, and she let go of it with a sob that tore itself free from the deepest, darkest place within her, the place where she was hiding the things she no longer wanted to talk about, hear about, think about. The place where a girl’s hand was dripping with the blood of her kid sister. The place where her own trembling hand aimed a gun at the girl’s head from behind and then pulled the trigger.

Outwardly, there was no buildup. One moment she stood there, seemingly unmoved by what he’d said, unwilling to take his offer. The next, tears welled in her eyes and her lips began to quiver as she supported herself against the countertop with one hand, gasping in a lungful of air as if against a crushing pain in her chest. Her free hand came up to cover her mouth, fingers trembling, and she stood there, drowning in sorrow, consumed by guilt, all alone.

Unthinkingly, his hand on her shoulder pulled her in and he held her, cradled her against him, one arm around her back, one hand caressing her arm, her shoulders, her hand hanging limply by her side, his thumb gently stroking away the tears running down her face as she told him about Lizzie killing her younger sister while she had been away with Tyreese for just five minutes, just five minutes that had cost a little girl her life, had cost two little girls their lives, and it was all her fault, she hadn’t been there when Mika had needed her most, when Lizzie had needed help and support, and she had failed not just them but also their father who had trusted her enough to ask her to take care of them on his deathbed.

Horror settled into Daryl’s stomach as he listened to her describing Lizzie’s blood stained hand, the knife dangling from her fingers, the girl’s empty eyes clashing with the elation on her face as she had predicted her sister’s return as a walker that would no longer have to live in fear of this world. His heart broke for Carol as he imagined her trying to banter with Lizzie as they were looking for flowers to give to Mika when she “woke up”, trying to keep the girl calm and unafraid during her final moments before raising the gun and firing it.

He couldn’t imagine the guilt she had been feeling over this, or how she had managed to live with it all this time without any support, without anyone telling her that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that she had had no way of helping Lizzie and therefore had no choice, or they would all have did as well, Tyreese, Judith, herself.

Because she had believed, all this time, that she didn’t deserve help, that she was an unfeeling, uncaring, heartless monster and didn’t deserve to be forgiven for what she had done. That she had to shoulder this guilt alone, for the rest of her life, without anyone helping her carry it.

She was trembling against him, silent now, all her energy spent, and he could feel her tensing up again, bracing herself for him to push her away from him in disgust - for what else could he possibly feel after this?

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice shaking. He tried to imagine having to shoot a mentally ill child that was a danger to herself and everyone around her, but his mind balked. The very idea was horrifying - and she’d had to do it, and live with it.

His shirt was wet where Carol was leaning into him, and he was surprised when he felt tears on his own face as well - he didn’t know when he’d started crying. He kept holding her, one hand stroking her back very gently so she would feel him being near her, and know that he was not going anywhere because of her confession.

“How could I … He trusted me to keep them safe!” Her voice hitched on the final word, and her shoulders began to shake again under his hands.

“Was nothin’ you coulda done, there’s no help for that kinda thing anymore.” Dinner forgotten, he led her to the kitchen table and helped her sit down. She was trembling like a leaf now, maybe expecting to be thrown out again, abandoned, told that nobody would want her here. Smoothing her sweaty hair back from her face, he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Did what you could, what you had to, to keep the rest of ya safe, keep Judith safe. You did nothin’ wrong.”

Tentatively, since he had never done anything like this before, his hand went down to pick up hers, resting in her lap, still wet with her tears, and pulled it up until he could breathe a kiss onto the hand that had held the gun and shot a little girl, both acknowledging what she had done and reaffirming his love for her despite what had happened.

“Ya saved three lives by takin’ one, and I’m glad you did.”

His kiss felt unreal to Carol, as did the sense of weightlessness growing inside her since she had told him about Lizzie - no, since she had decided to tell him when the pain of it all had overwhelmed her. Surely he couldn’t be serious - surely he believed that she had failed those two girls, just like she had failed her own?

But his hands were moving to her shoulders now, finding the knotted muscles there, and he carefully started to massage the tension of months of guilt and sorrow out of her, his body heat soaking into her clammy skin and her rock hard muscles, trying not to hurt her as his thumbs stroked out the kinks in her back and his hands found opportunities again and again to just caress her.

Every single touch, every movement was meant to reassure her, comfort her, and his unconditional love for her flooded the emptiness she had been carrying inside her all this time, filling her, giving back all the things she had believed she didn’t deserve anymore. Friendship, support, love.

After everything, Daryl still loved her.

She leaned back into him and closed her eyes, at peace.

#Caryl

#Caryl fan fiction

#Daryl Dixon

#Carol Peletier

#LD writes fan fiction

#❤️

general info

  • 8.5 x 11 inch paper (standard letter)
  • times new roman
  • 12 point font
  • double spaced
  • 1 inch margin on all sides
  • one space after each period
  • indent the first line of each paragraph one tab (or ½ inch)
  • a header should be at the top right corner of each page (cont. reading for more)

the first page

  • the upper left hand corner should contain the following:
    • your full name
    • your teacher’s name (first and last if they request, some just want their last name here)
    • the name of the class (write it out completely. example: advanced placement united states history vs. ap us history or apush)
    • the date the paper is due in day month year format (example 24 september 2017)
  • the title of your paper should be one “enter” down from the date line and aligned in the center. the titled should not be in bold, italics, or underlined
  • the beginning of your paper should begin one “enter” down from the title line and one “tab” indention

headers

  • not all teachers require them, some have specific instructions they want
    • for example: my ap united states history teacher did not want the header on our first page to have our last name in it, since he had just read our last name. however, he did want our last name on every other page (to do this, create a header and then click the box that says “different first page header” and then adjust the headers accordingly)
  • the header should contain
    • your last name
    • the page number
  • the header should continue the format of the paper (times new roman, 12 pt font)

in text citations

  • for when you know the author’s last name
    • (last name page number) no comma in between. this would be used for a book
    • (last name line number or paragraph number) no comma in between. this would be used for an essay 
  • for when you don’t know the author’s last name
    • (book title page number) no comma in between.
    • (article title page number) no comma in between.
  • always put the period after the closing parenthesis! example: Words about stuff and things from a book with paragraphs (author 17). NOT:  words about stuff and things from a book with paragraphs. (author 17)

what to italicize and quote

  • italics
    • book titles
    • play titles
  • quotation marks
    • poem titles
    • article titles
    • chapter titles 

works cited page

  • the works cited page begins one page after your last sentence. i usually will hit “enter” once after i finish the statement and then insert a page break
  • label the page works cited, at the top and have it centered. don’t bold, italicize, or underline
  • continue the double spacing into the works cited
  • indent the first line of each citation one “tab” (½) inch. this is called a handing indent. if the citation is longer than 2 lines then only the first line should be indented
  • alphabetize your sources

a post containing more information about works cited pages will be coming soon!

any questions? let me know here

i hope this helps! i always used to struggle getting all the aspects of mla right, i would usually forget one part or something like that.

anonymous asked:

what kind of problematic stuff has dan said in the past

TW: rape

Hey! Thanks for the ask :)

He used to make pretty casual rape jokes. And i was uncomfortable with the ‘gay chicken’ thing in a truth of dare video (i think?). Then there was the men vs women video with the wonderful Carrie (I wish they’d do another collab even though she’s super busy now, I just want one I can watch without it being problematic like the last one). And there are many other examples which I could find if I went through his older content. 

If we look at ‘hello internet’ he says the microphone on his laptop makes him ‘sound like a pedophile/tramp’ - both of which I find problematic throw-away remarks, especially put side by side and even mentioned at all.

Overall, there was just a lack of awareness of the power of language. He said things which may have been lol XD random. I can half remember him calling something ‘gay’ as a synonym for bad (i think). So yh, if you look through his older videos there are just some very jarring words, normally used as throw-away remarks yet are still highly problematic especially through our current perspective. 

Me and my friends (all of which are bi although we weren’t out when we were teenagers) used to call things gay (as a synonym for bad). We also used other words which were highly problematic which I wouldn’t dream of ever saying now, although back then they were just throwaway and (most upsettingly now) automatic insults. So I’m not having a huge go at Dan or saying that he’s a bad person, although as  @nihilist-toothpaste has written recently on her blog, I also wish he would outright address some of those things in early videos.

I understand that you may want me to provide more concrete evidence for such accusations which I am willing to do if you ask. Currently I’d rather not go through those old videos and re-live the cringe, however you are well within your right to demand from me to do so in order to back up my points, which I’m happy to do if you’re not satisfied with this response :) Let me know in another ask if you would prefer that, sorry for not being able to fully cite references now.

I hope you have a good day/have had a good day. Thanks for the ask <3

Honestly I hope we can kill debate culture one day. Being able to quote text and cite experts and write a thesis is dope or whatever, but it doesn’t automatically make you right. It especially doesn’t mean your argument is worth more than the experiences people who live the shit.

“White people are racist and Black people suffer the most from racism” facts

“Trans women are women and deserve access to the same rights and protections as everyone else” facts

“Sex workers have the right to make a living without being stigmatized or criminalized” facts

I don’t care how many degrees you got or how many books you read. These things are not up for debate

elrondsscribe  asked:

(Not for the Prince, please apologize to him for me!) Is there any textual reason for disregarding LACE as "Noldorin priggishness" (especially as there are sections in it that explicitly say they pertain to the Noldor)? People bitch about it a LOT.

Oh hi there! No problem. I haven’t actually answered my asks in about a month so it’s nothing personal that I haven’t gotten to your other stuff yet, just I haven’t had time to answer things yet.

First of all, I want to point out that LACE stands for Laws and Customs of the Eldar. ELVES ≠ ELDAR. Eldar refers only to elves who answered the summons of the Valar. In other words, elves like the Avari are not Eldar. The Noldor seem to also sometimes be of the opinion that the Sindar aren’t Eldar either. So this is where the divide you are noticing has come from. Even if LACE were canon (which is highly doubtful), it still would not apply to all elves.

There are tons of legitimate reasons for disregarding LACE. Most have to do with the fact that LACE just doesn’t stand up as a scholarly article and that it also is horribly inconsistent with and contradictory to Tolkien’s body of published work.

1. It was never intended for publication and was not published in Tolkien’s lifetime
2. LACE directly contradicts a lot of Tolkien’s published material
3. People try to retroactively apply LACE to Tolkien’s earlier works
4. The Catholic question ( aka - Catholicism isn’t what you think it is )
5. So why do some people cling so fiercely to LACE?
6. Final notes

1. It was never intended for publication and was not published in Tolkien’s lifetime

Now of course, the Silmarillion wasn’t published while Tolkien was alive either, however, Christopher Tolkien spent a considerable amount of time compiling the material for the Silmarillion and cross-referencing it with his father’s other material. In addition, much of the Silmarillion was in a somewhat publishable state. This is not the case with LACE, which is a collection of notes that were never meant to be published.

As someone who is a published author, writes professionally for a living, and is a fanfiction author, I would be horrified if someone ever published my notes and tried to justify them as canon. I think any author alive can speak to the fact that critical changes occur between the draft and final stage of a piece of writing. In terms of the things I write for work as well as the studies I have published, there are tons of massive mistakes in my drafts and notes, that’s why they’re drafts and not the finished product. In terms of fanfiction, my notes are often just places where I can develop my thoughts. The version in my notes almost always contradicts what I eventually end up writing. For my biggest fic, I have over 10 different versions that never made it to publication. If someone were to publish my notes they would contradict outright many of the events in my published version of the fic. And, as we’ll see in the next point I make about LACE, this is exactly the case.

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For those of you who haven’t heard of The Minkii yet, welcome back from that rock you’ve been living under! It’s a better world out here thanks to these four NYC boys. Alt-rock’s newest obsession burst onto the scene with last year’s smash hit single “Happy,” and they’ve only gone up from there. They’ve released their debut EP, penned (and released!) their stellar first album, and embarked on their very own headline tour all in the past 10 months. Lead singer and guitarist Farkle Minkus, 18, is as shocked at their success as anyone. “We really can’t believe this is all happening,” he says with a smile. “One day we were struggling to get anyone to hear our demo and now we’re halfway through our own tour. It’s crazy.” Lucas Friar, the group’s 19-year-old bass-playing Texan, seconds his band mate’s statement. “Zay threw out the idea of forming a band about a year ago, and we were a mess from the start. I never thought it’d go anywhere, but here we are.”

The “Zay” in question is 18-year-old keyboardist Isaiah “Zay” Babineaux. When asked how he thought up The Minkii, he keeps his reply simple: “It was our senior year of high school, and Farkle, Lucas, and I wanted something to bring us together before life sent us down different paths. We’re all passionate about music, so I figured, why not?” So how does drummer Josh Matthews, 21, fit into the equation? “I was visiting my niece, who is one of the guys’ best friends, and overheard them talking about starting up a band.“ He sends them a smirk, eyes alight with the memory. “They didn’t have a drummer yet, so I offered myself up, simple as that. I’m just happy they agreed.” Friar reaches over, clapping a hand on Matthews’ shoulder. These boys are a tight-knit group, that much is certain.

One of the reasons behind their seemingly overnight success is their originality. The band is as unique as their name. Their work breaks the boundaries of genre, pulling on alternative, indie, and punk influences, just to name a few. Every track on the album has been written by the boys, whether individually or as a unit. “What we write is what we feel,” says Minkus, who is behind the majority of the band’s hits. “Our music is our life, and our sound will change as our lives do.”

“We all write from experience and we all have different writing styles,” Babineaux continues. “I’ll walk outside and just watch people for a bit, see how they interact. Those are the days when I write some of my best stuff.” The group nods in assent, surely thinking of some Babineaux originals locked away in The Minkii vault. “Our muses call out to us at the most random of times; we can’t control how they sound.” Friar admits that he finds quite a bit of his inspiration in his friends outside of the band, while Matthews mentions the importance of his family. Each of the boys brings something new to the table, crafting a sound that is utterly unique. They have a charisma to them that is unrivaled by any other band on the market right now. Fans cite their clear and strong friendship as one of the many reasons why the band is a favorite. You just can’t find anyone like The Minkii. These boys are going to be big, folks. Buckle up for the ride.

click here to listen to The Minkii’s debut album, “Us & Them”

MBTI fictional character master list REVAMPED

MBTI MASTER LIST OR W/E (featuring characters from Gravity Falls, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall, Team Fortress 2, Bastion, and Transistor. Disclaimers apply, results may vary.)

GUARDIANS

ESFJ
Pacifica Northwest- “I lied to you just because I’m too scared to talk back to my stupid parents. You were right about me. I am just another link in the world’s worst chain.”
Mayor Dewey- “When you work for the government, you can’t control what happens in the world, but you can control how people *feel* about it.”
Sybil Reisz- “Finally finally finally we can be…”

ESTJ
Sokka- “You don’t know how much this means to me, Dad. I’ll make you proud and I’ll finally prove to you what a great warrior I am.”
Admiral Zhao- “You should have chosen to accept your failure; you’re a disgrace. Then, at least, you could have lived!”
Jasper- “I was there, you know, at the first war of this garbage planet. I fought against your armies, I respected your tactics, but this? This is SICK!”
Lars- “That’s not how these things work, Steven! The plan is to keep it cool and let them come to me.”
Ruby- “I AM AN ETERNAL FLAME, BABY!”
Beatrice- “The world is a miserable place, Greg. Life isn’t fun.”
Soldier- “If fighting is to result in victory then you must fight! Sun Tzu said that, and I think he knows a little more about fighting than you do, pal, because he invented it! And then he perfected it so that no living man could best him in the ring of honor!”
Redmond and Bluetarch Mann- “I propose a truce so that we can build a machine to make one of us pregnant.”

ISFJ
Princess Yue- “It gave me life. Maybe I can give it back.”
Suki- “I *am* a warrior… but I’m a girl too.”
Sadie- “When stuff gets hairy, I just keep my eyes forward, you know?”
Auntie Whispers- “Well, now that you’re cured, you won’t be needing old Auntie Whispers any more - to look after you.”
Lorna- “I’m sorry my turtles, but I must FEED!”
Asher Kendrell- “Perhaps our worst sin is that you will get no justice, for now we all share the same sentence.”

ISTJ
Peridot- “Jasper, they’re interfering with my WORK!”
Peedee Fryman- “Don’t patronize me, sir.”
The Woodsman- “Boy, you have it backwards! You are the elder child! You are responsible for you and your brother’s actions!”
Heavy- “I like. To shoot. This gun. Is all you need to know.”
Miss Pauling- “I only get one day off a year, and you wasted it on this. Goodbye.”
The Transistor- “I always thought it’s hard to make new friends. But making enemies… I guess that’s easy.”

ARTISANS

ESFP
Amethyst- “Listen Steven, you can’t let *anyone* make you feel like garbage.”
Jenny Pizza- “I don’t know why I have to spell it out that I’m the evil twin and she’s the good one! Don’t ask me to help you with your homework, I’m at some metal concert.”
Vidalia- “Hey, you don’t know what I’ve done in these shoes!”
Scout- “Are those Latin rythms? I LOVE Latin rythms!”
Bombinomicon- “Nice head, now it’s a bomb! I’M THE GREATEST!”

ESTP
Grunkle Stan- “Hmm. That seems like the sort of thing a responsible parent wouldn’t want you doing. Good thing I’m an uncle.”
Grenda- “What’s on your shirt? Ha ha ha, gullible! LOSER!”
Toph- “I am the greatest earthbender in the world! Don’t you two dunderheads ever forget it!”
Sugilite- “I forgot how great it feels to be ME.”
Demoman- “I’M A GRIM BLOODY FABLE WITH AN UNHAPPY BLOODY END!”
Saxton Hale- “Those were TRUTH WORDS, Mags. I will never stop punching panthers with you.”

ISFP
Ty Lee- “Nice speech, Azula. It was pretty and poetic, but also scary in a good way.”
Rose Quartz- “I need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you. Because you’re going to be something extraordinary. You’re going to be a human being.”
Buck Dewey- “It’s not rough. The lack of daddy kisses in my life made me who I am.”
Sour Cream- “We just wanted Steven to have some fun. I don’t know what’s going on with aliens trying to abduct him, and him being his own mom. But it sounds like he’s got a lot on his mind.”
Zia- “Any moment I’d want to live again… happened after the Calamity. Not before.”

ISTP
Wendy Corduroy- “Well, he took us into his home, tricked us, and tried to destroy us. I say we return the favor.”
Fiddleford McGucket- “Well, first I just hootynanied up a bio mechanical brain-wave generator, and then I learned how to operate a stick shift with my beard!”
Engineer- “I solve *practical* problems.”
Sniper- “At the end of the day, so long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone’s gonna want someone dead.”
Rucks- “We can’t go back no more. But I suppose we could go… wherever we please.”

IDEALISTS

ENFP
Mabel Pines- “But he’s suffering. How can I be happy if I know someone else is sad? It totally throws off my happiness chart.”
Aang- “He was one of the best friends I ever had, and he was from the Fire Nation, just like you. If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends, too?”
Ronaldo Fryman- “Truth is a feeling in your gut that you know is true! Truth is searching for anything that proves you’re right no matter how small, and holding on to that, no matter what.”
Greg (OTGW)- “Star, oh, star, up in the sky, guide my dreams with light that shines. Help me know just what to do to get Wirt home and also me, too. And if you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull down your underwear.”

INFP
Jesus “Soos” Ramirez- “BROS BEFORE DINOS!”
Candy Chiu- “Grenda is right. He’s a white whale. Hunting him will destroy us.”
Robbie Valentino- “Just eat me already, man. Aah! I was just being dramatic! Quit it! Ow! Ow! My face! Vulture!”
Jet- “Think about what the Fire Nation did to your mother. We can’t let them do that to anyone else, ever again.”
Prince Zuko- “I know my own destiny. Taking you down is the Avatar’s destiny.”
Steven Universe- “It’s just, I could get a donut, which would be tasty. But I always get donuts. Shouldn’t I be living life to the fullest and trying new things? So tonight, maybe I’m thinking… Spicy Pretzels?”
Lapis Lazuli- “I’m done being everyone’s prisoner. Now you’re MY prisoner, and I’m never letting you GO!”
Greg Universe- “I met some wild ladies too. They changed shape and appeared out of beams of light.”
Connie Maheswaran- “I bet since the books got so popular, the publisher put pressure on the author to water down the end for a larger audience appeal. Unlike art, the real world can’t always win against the iron chains of authority. That’s my theory, anyway.”
Wirt-  "Can we admit we’re lost for good? That this fog is deeper than we can ever understand? That we are but wayward leaves, scattered to the air by an indifferent wind? Can we just admit we’re never gonna get back home, Greg?“
Pyro- "Huddah huddah huh!”
Merasmus- “LO, I AM THE MOUTH OF THE BEAST, THE WRAITH IN DARKNESS, THE UNCLEAN THING! I AM THE… What are you- are you burning my body?”
Zulf- “I set my sail; fly, the wind it will take me back to my home, sweet home.”
Red- I’m going to find the thing that’s doing this and I’m going to break its heart.

ENFJ
Uncle Iroh- “I’m begging you, Prince Zuko! It’s time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: who are YOU, and what do YOU want?”
Grant Kendrell- Reasons cited: “Cloudbank, of course.”

INFJ
Katara- “No. I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me! I’m going down to that village, and I am gonna do whatever I can.”
Sapphire- “That doesn’t matter. We can’t stay mad at Pearl forever, and she can’t stay mad at me forever, and then she’ll come back and see that I’m right.”

RATIONALS

ENTP
King Bumi- “I hope you will think like a mad genius!”
Sardonyx- “Now the proper words to describe yours truly are… Specific! Intelligent! Accurate! Faultless! Elegant. Controlled, surgical, graceful, aaaaand POWERFUL! But yes, on occassion, I have been known to smash.”
Medic- “When the patient woke up, his skeleton was missing, and the doctor was never heard from again! Anyway, that’s how I lost my medical license.”

INTP
Dipper Pines- “Sometimes I use big words, and I don’t actually know what they mean. I mean, I’m supposed to be the smart guy. If I’m not the smart guy, who am I?”
Stanford Pines- “My work is far too dangerous for even a single living soul to spend even one second- wait! Is that a thirty-eight sided die from Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons?”
Mai- “I guess you just don’t know people as well as you think you do. You miscalculated. I love Zuko more than I fear you.”
Pearl- “I don’t understand your human relationships.”
Royce Bracket- “What we were doing was wrong. In the… traditional sense- in the contemporary sense.”

ENTJ
“Lil” Gideon Gleeful- “I CAN BUY AND SELL YOU, OLD MAN!”
Princess Azula- “I need you, Zuko. I’ve plotted every move of this day, this glorious day in Fire Nation history, and the only way we win is together. At the end of this day, you will have your honor back. You will have Father’s love. You will have everything you want.
Fire Lord Ozai- "You will obey me, or this defiant breath will be your last!”
The Administrator- “I won’t single any one of you out. I will just say that *some* of you have betrayed the trust of your employers, and because of that you must die. There rest of you are… satisfactory.”

INTJ
Bill Cypher- “Pain is hilarious! And two eyes? This thing is DELUXE!”
Long Feng- “There is no war in Ba Sing Se.”
Garnet- “It’s not easy being in control. I have weaknesses too. But I choose not to let them consume me. I struggle to stay strong because I know the impact I have on everyone.”
The Beast- “No. There is only me. There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.”
Spy- “Right behind you.”
Gray Mann- “Unlike you two pampered imbeciles, I built my empire. I have studied. I have plotted. I have waited.”

My sister said the other day, “I was at work and this lady all of a sudden flashed her boob and started breastfeeding her baby right in front of me—Ew! Gross, she should wait until she gets home to do that!”

When I heard that, I was deeply saddened. Saddened that society had wronged my sister and she didn’t even know it. Because one day, when my sister becomes a mother, I hope that she will not feel ashamed or embarrassed to breastfeed her baby in public. That depending on which state in the U.S. she lives in, she will not be cited for “indecent exposure” when a man walks scot-free bare chested down the street. This is why #freethenipple is important. This is why we need to instill in young girls the importance of owning our bodies instead of letting society stigmatize/sexualize our anatomy.
—  mgyang, #freethenipple

anonymous asked:

Rimi, i decided to reread trfl and the best way to describe how starting chapter one again was that it felt like coming home (I hope that makes sense)? your writing consistantly inspires me to strive to improve my own, and i hope one day i can write something that'll give someone else that same sense of ease(peace? Safety? It's hard to describe sorry). Have a wonderful day, and may all your tea be perfectly steeped!

aahhh thank you so much!!!!! this made me so happy to read oh my goodness <3 <3 <3 i wish you all the best in any and all of your writing endeavors anon!!!! <3

Secret Odin fanfic: The Chief’s New Clothes

My (belated) Secret Odin gift for @theladysilvre ! I deeply apologize that it is so late, I had some personal circumstances demanding my attention. I hope you like it! 

Summary:  It’s the first Snoggletog after Stoick’s death, and Astrid is looking for a way too cheer Hiccup up. One problem: her mother keeps her busy with tailoring and other household lessons, citing their upcoming marriage. Astrid is not easily stopped when she is on a mission, however, especially when it involves new holiday traditions.

Genres: Fluff, friendship, romance, nagging parents
Rating: K+
Length: 2780 words

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Astrid hated her mother.

Well, normally she loved her mother, but right now, she wished for the older woman to be eaten by a swarm of Terrible Terrors. She deserved it for the torment she was inflicting on Astrid.

“Mother, why is this necessary? I’m never going to do this ever again!” she finally shouted as she threw down her needles after pricking herself yet again. Her fingers were bloody, and while normally she welcomed pain, she preferred the pain to be worthwhile, as part of combat training or an intense flight.

Not freaking tailoring.

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On the other hand, hope: John Moore of San Francisco commented on one of my recent posts: Every time someone says things are hopeless, I cite my experience as a middle-aged gay man to prove them wrong. When I came out in the early 80s, no one seriously imagined that gay people would ever be permitted to marry or to serve openly in the military. At the time, even having sex with another man was a crime in many states. And then AIDS hit, and as we watched our friends die, we came to believe the disease would remain incurable and untreatable.

But we were wrong. The sustained activism of groups like ACT-UP and others brought progress that we hadn’t imagined possible. AIDS became treatable. The Supreme Court invalidated sodomy laws and prohibitions on same-sex marriage. American society’s view of LGBT people changed rapidly, faster than many of us anticipated.

He adds: People may say that these changes took a long time, and in a sense that’s true. They required decades of activism to bring about. To me, though, the changes still seem rapid, because in my relatively brief lifetime, we’ve traveled a distance I had never imagined was possible. We just kept “hoping in the dark,” and today it seems our hope was justified.

Thank you John. I would only add that as a young and then not-young woman in San Francisco witnessing this through the lives of friends and strangers and communities: it did not just happen. People made it happen with courage, brilliance, stubbornness, and solidarity. Heroes of our time. Some gone, some still with us. Today I’m hanging out with a lung doctor who was in the front lines of AIDS treatment in the early 1980s….

—  Rebecca Solnit