and i want to be absolutely certain about this

here’s the thing, I’m okay with people unstaning, I’m okay with people taking their time, in okay with people who doesn’t want to be part of something anymore. what bothers me about a certain group of people here is that they trash Louis but they wont leave him alone, they claim they care about him but then proceed to do absolutely nothing to support when it matters. u honestly think he cares about their 7k PSA about his personal life?????? but watch them gloating about how much they DID and HELPED and how important they’re to the fandom when we achieve something with BTY

Keep this in mind the next time you are about to repeat a rumor or spread gossip.

In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied, “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?” asked the acquaintance.

“That’s right,” Socrates continued, “Before you talk to me about Diogenes let’s take a moment to filter what you’re going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “Actually, I just heard about it.”

“All right,” said Socrates, “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about Diogenes something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” Socrates continued, “You want to tell me something about Diogenes that may be bad, even though you’re not certain it’s true?”

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, “You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about Diogenes going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really.”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?”

The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.

It also explains why Socrates never found out that Diogenes was banging his wife.

AO3 Filtering and You!

So I’ve seen a couple people talking about hating to see certain pairings and characters when searching on AO3, and I thought I’d take a moment to teach everyone A Thing I Love To Do. You can absolutely and very very easily filter out pairings and characters when you search for fics!

Step one: Find the tag for the character/pairing you want to filter out.

You’re gonna have to click on it (I’M SORRY I KNOW BUT ONLY FOR A SECOND).

Step two: After clicking on that tag you hate, find the RSS Feed button up on top and click that.

This is gonna bring up a screen full of gibberish. But it’s okay! This is good gibberish.

Step three: In the address bar, find the numbers that appear after tags/

That’s the numerical code that AO3 has attached to that tag.

Step four: Copy that number, then paste it in the search bar with a - in front of it

Step five: Success! Pressing search will remove that tag from the search results.

For best results, save all the tags you hate in a document and copy/paste when needed. You can totally stack these filters as much as you want, just make sure there’s a - in front of each tag code.

But Lady, you ask, how does this work? Well, the AO3 search engine, like every single search engine you will ever use, uses something called boolean searching. Putting that - in front of what you don’t want will tell the search engine “show me everything that fits this criteria, EXCEPT NOT this other criteria”.

The problem with AO3 is, if you search “-Character1/Character2″, it will fail to filter out stories tagged with “Character2/Character1″, or any stories where the tag uses a character’s nickname. But thanks to something that AO3 calls tag wrangling, both of those options will be stored within the same numerical code, so that a search for one will also bring up the other. You can use that in your filtering to ensure that all iterations of that pairing you hate will be removed.

WARNING: this currently only applies to character and pairing tags, and only the tags that have gotten enough fics to have been “wrangled” by AO3 and given a tag code. It also won’t work on stories where the tag has been misspelled.

Things I’m Happy About
  • Lucy won a prestigious literature award at the age of 19.
  • The main character in her book is called Iris; Iris was the name of the Greek goddess of the rainbow; a rainbow usually symbolizes following our hearts and dreams.
  • This girl has fulfilled one of her dreams at the age of 19. I am proud of her.
  • People older than her acknowledge her talent and even refer to her as “Lucy-sensei”.
  • Fairy Tail is as loud as ever. I hope that never changes.
  • Gajeel eating an iron mug. I’ll never get enough of Gajeel eating iron anything tbh. :D
  • Jet and Droy being genuinely happy for Lucy.
  • Happy having his paws healed. Happy not having to worry about his best friend dying or turning into a demon or anything of the sort. Happy just being happy.
  • Natsu possibly making a promise to clean after the party.
  • Natsu and Gray ready to fight over the smallest of things.
  • Erza being there to stop them, just like old times.
  • Anna being a part of Lucy’s life. However small it might be.
  • Blushing Gajeel.
  • Wendy and Chelia’s friendship.
  • Lyon being supportive of his pink-haired guildmate.
  • The difference between the amount of food Rogue and Sting had at the eating contest.
  • Freed and Bickslow being genuinely happy for their close friend Evergreen.
  • Freed with a ponytail.
  • Laxus still having trouble believing the Lisanna in front of him is the real one.
  • Erza saying she’s proud of Lucy.
  • Lucy being happy that she’s acknowledged by someone she’s always looked up to.
  • King Fiore finding happiness in something small (pumpkin business?) and leaving the country in his daughter’s hands.
  • The Alvarez Empire actually being mentioned in the final chapter.
  • Meredy’s beautiful dress.
  • Erza brushing her scarlet hair day after day. /This is the part where I started sobbing./
  • Mest taking care of Makarov.
  • Second chances. Forgiveness.
  • Lucy’s “Everything’s making me happy. I feel like I’m wrapped up in something really warm.”
  • Romeo being absolutely certain that he doesn’t want to end up like Macao and Wakaba.
  • Reedus drawing the stunning Bisca and her elegant husband Alzack.
  • Natsu taking care of drunk Lucy.
  • Natsu and Happy actually staying over at her place for the night to make sure she’s alright.
  • The flashbacks to what they’ve been through.
  • Happy being concerned about Lucy. Stomach aches are not to be taken lightly!
  • “If I hadn’t met you, I would have never lived any of this” which also applies to us, fans of Fairy Tail.
  • Their hug.
  • “We’ll be together forever from now on” implying that they have all the time in the world to say (and do) the interesting things Lucy hinted at.
  • Both Natsu and Lucy staying as much in character as possible.
  • Natsu packed Lucy’s bag while she was sleeping.
  • Gray, Erza, Wendy and Carla waiting for them and for the start of their new adventure.
  • Team Natsu going on a quest very few mages have ever attempted to undertake, which speaks volumes of how much they’ve grown and how powerful they’ve become.
  • The open ending. The adventure that continues forever.
  • “Do fairies have tails? Do they not? Do fairies even exist? Do they not? The eternal mystery will continue as an eternal adventure.”

okay, so like there’s all this stuff about humans and the way we befriend all sorts of animals. but like, think about the way we interact with our pets. what if it’s not just the fact that we made friends with predators but that theses predators made friends with us back. the fact that there is a really clear bond between a dog or a cat and their owners and it’s reciprocal. the absolute love and devotion these companion animals show for us and us for them. think about the way you play with your pet and how an alien species might view it. or the fact that there’s a kind of rudimentary communication between species. the fact that I can tell the difference between my cat’s distressed meows vs. his i’m hungry meows. the fact that he prods me with a paw to get my attention, because he knows it works. that I can tell at a glance that my cat wants me to lay down a certain way so he can sleep on me. or the little greeting ritual me and my cat do when I come home for work – he meows really loud to be picked up… I sweep him into my arms and pet him, cooing goofy nonsense while he makes weird contented cat noises. think how absolutely flabbergasted an alien might be by the relationship between a human and their pet.

How to Successfully Adopt a Lifestyle Change

Not a diet. Diet implies temporary, and what we need to do is form a set of new, sustainable habits for the rest of our life.

A lot of you probably have a daydream of taking a black, billowy trash bag and planning a SWAT-style assault on your fridge and cupboards and then setting fire to the dumpster you hurl it into. Naturally, you’ll dash over to the grocery store and purchase a ton of strange-looking foods you don’t regularly eat, or never eat! Then you’ll slap on a pair of shiny new shoes and go run a 5K. This works for–some people. Honestly, few people.

The reality for many people; however, is they get off their foray after a few weeks. Why is that?

Think about it. How long did it take you to really get into the groove of your current habits? Months? Years? If you’re trying to simultaneously kiss soda and chip’s ass good-bye, change every bite of food you eat, and start a fitness routine. Guess what? Stress, stress, stress! Your stomach was used to those portion sizes (whether too large or too small) and some of your favorite snacks, your brain is literally addicted to it. A lot of people will reach nuclear meltdown levels trying to transition to a healthy lifestyle this way.

Just like it took you time to form your current habits, it’s going to take some time to form your new habits. I truly do empathize with the feelings of wanting everything to be different right now, but realistically we can only handle a certain amount of stressors and change at one time.

Start With Nutrition Habits: While I really would recommend finding a few cheeky ways to get more active, you’ve probably heard some variant of “can’t outrun your fork,” or “it’s 80% nutrition.” Well, it really is true. Being more active is absolutely crucial to improving overall health in the “endgame,”  but we’re still playing the “tutorial” and the dietary aspects of our lifestyle change are the bulk of the impact. It goes beyond that, though. I’ve written more about it here, but being a beginner can be genuinely hard at times!  It takes a lot of time and effort to get oneself to a point where they can physically and mentally handle what entails “regular, moderate exercise.” One part of making that transition easier will be better nutrition and hydration.

Start With an Easy Target: I always tell people if they drink a lot of soda, juice, or sweetened tea/coffee to start here. Sugar provides us pretty much no nutrition and removing the pulp from fruit makes juice not that great for us, either. Drinking more water is not negotiable and replacing these beverages with water will do a surprising amount of good for how you feel–all by itself. I recognize how hard this one can be to kick, but sweetened beverages really do load many people’s lifestyles with a lot of bad juju.

If you don’t have a beverage problem, maybe you do have a condiment/dressing problem and can reduce the quantities and find alternatives. Maybe you party-hardy a little too much and need to cut down on alcohol. While I said “easy target,” no one said it would be that easy, but you probably have an idea where most of these so called “empty” nutrients are coming from.

Transition Bad Habits a Few at a Time: The opening of this probably already made it clear, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. You probably have an idea of what some of your most problematic habits are, so choose one; maybe two, and see how you adjust over a week or two before considering the next step.

Small Swaps: Start switching out various items in your pantries, fridges, and lunchboxes with simple alternatives. Change white breads, rices, and pastas to brown. Take the bag of chips from your lunch and turn it into a few servings of seasonal fruit and vegetables. Pick out a leaner cut of meat and use a little less dairy, if you eat them. Little changes can have massive results.

Learn Moderation: Remember that whole sustainable part at the very beginning? Our lifestyles do need to reflect our real lives. Well, my real life has a love of chocolates, pastries, and candies. So, it’s not realistic for me to say “no chocolate, pastries, or candies.” Food molarity can be a pretty toxic outlook on eating and life in general. Instead of labeling foods as “bad,” just learn and respect the limits. There are times where you have to say, “enough, is enough,” but living in a constant state of “no” is not realistic or mentally healthy for most people. It’s OK to love indulgent food. Think about how long your life is going to be. So, now think about how dinky an occasional treat will be in retrospect.

Depending on Your Struggles, Consider Therapy: As we know, many aspects of unhealthy eating habits are actually unhealthy mental habits. Depending on the severity and exact nature of those problems, never be embarrassed to seek professional help. I struggled with stress eating and even binge eating for most of my adolescence, and finally getting help for my anxiety disorder played a pretty crucial role in improving both my physical and mental health. If it’s not a possibility at this time, consider journaling.

Walk Before Your Run: Literally and figuratively. I’m going to recommend this previous post I recently wrote again, but when you’ve gotten a few habits cracked and feel like you’re ready to start amping up your activity, start with low impact and low equipment exercises. If it has been years, or if you’ve never exercised, it takes some easing into it. I recommend walking to all beginners because we already know how to do it, have what we need to do it, and probably won’t hurt ourselves.

So, there you have it. Tackle small challenges and get your body acclimated to them before you consider some of the overarching and holistic goals you have for your lifestyle. That said, we’re all different. If you still want to try and do that 180-flip, I can’t stop you and some people are successful that way. No two people or personality types have the exact same problems or strategy for overcoming them. However, if you’ve gotten frustrated and thrown in the towel a time or two, consider the scope of change and how to realistically implement it over a period of time.  We didn’t form our old habits overnight.

I Knew It! Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1,019 

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Soulmate AU 

Featuring: Peter Parker and you :), mentions Ned Leeds

Summary: You’re convinced that your best friend is your soulmate. Your timer says otherwise. On the day your timer is supposed to go off, Spider-Man shows up at your window. 

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first one-shot ever, so if it sucks that’s why. I wrote this a bit ago and finally got the courage to post it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy.

Originally posted by hardyness

You always wondered if your timer worked. Everyone else’s seemed to. They always found their soulmate and was content, at least to your knowledge. 



But your experience was different. You felt like you already met your soulmate, but the timer didn’t go off when you met him. You were absolutely certain the sweet, dorky, science-loving, cute nerd that was your best friend was it. He understood you, helped you out, comforted you, and (most importantly, in your opinion) helped you out with homework. Of course, with this thinking, you obviously had a huge crush on him. I mean, come on, who doesn’t have a crush on Peter Parker?


Today was the day your timer was supposed to go off. Not wanting to face the truth that your soulmate wasn’t Peter, you stay inside your room after school. As soon as you get home, you forget about homework and go straight to pictures of him, hoping that would work.


As you keep looking at pictures, you can’t help but sigh. “Ugh, Peter! If you’re not my soulmate, then who is? They’d have to be even more perfect than you and that’s not possible!”


You look down at your wrist to see how much time was left.


0000d 00h 05m 00s


5 minutes.



You keep looking at photos, praying it’ll work.


Suddenly, a knock on your window diverts your attention. You turn around, only to see an actual person and not a bird or anything one would expect.  And not any person, but a superhero.


Spider-Man.


’Oh my gosh is my soulmate Spider-Man?’ you think. ’I don’t even know who Spider-Man is!’ You quickly open the window, and he climbs through, almost collapsing on you. Turns out, he’s heavily injured.


“H-hey. I-I need help,” he stammers.


You help him sit on your bed, mentally freaking out, manage to get out “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” and run off to the bathroom.


Maybe if you did this fast enough, you could still look at pictures of Peter, you reason. No, there’s no way that’ll work out, the voice in the back of your head states.

 
Rushing back to him, you begin to ask him what’s wrong and how you can help.  He gives responses with a hoarse voice, but you can’t help thinking you know that voice. You can’t place it, but you definitely recognize it. Maybe you’d be able to place the voice to a face after he’s gone.


Deciding it would be best to actually help him out, you ask him about his mask. “Do you have any cuts on your face that need attention? Y-you don’t have to if you don’t w-want to. I understand if you want t-to keep your identity a secret.” You blush, embarrassed with how much you stammered around your favorite hero.


He thinks for a moment before saying, “Go ahead. I’d have to tell you sooner or later.”


Sooner or later? You personally know Spider-Man? No freaking way! You could hardly believe it. Shock changes to anger in an instant when you realize it meant someone’s been keeping this secret for months. But who?


Not waiting any longer, you carefully pull off his mask, trying not to disturb any possible cuts. You gasp in shock when you saw who it was.


Peter fudging Parker.


Your best friend.


“H-hey [N-name].” He gives you a sheepish smile.


“You’re Spider-Man?!” You whisper-shout. No need to notify your parents that Peter aka SPIDER-MAN was in your house. A loud voice wasn’t necessary to lecture your best friend. “Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re Spider-Man!? What on Earth?” Well, now you knew why he chose your house.


He gives a nervous laugh and says, “Ah, yeah …” You give him your best ’Explain. Now.’ look. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he opens his mouth but is cut off by 2 beeps.


You look down at your wrist, realizing it went off. A wave of emotions crashes down on you. Relief. Admiration. Confusion. Slight betrayal. Anger, as well as other emotions you couldn’t place.


You couldn’t believe it. After all your wishing that Peter was your soulmate, you have a hard time not dismissing this as a dream. At the same time, anger courses through you. Peter had lied to you! He made so many excuses to cancel your hangouts these past few months and it was starting to hurt your friendship a bit. But it turns out he was fighting crime the whole time. Did he not trust you enough to tell you? If he didn’t trust you as a best friend, then how would he trust you as his soulmate?

While your head tells you to be mad at him for lying and causing problems, your heart tells you to rejoice over the fact that your wish finally came true. After a few overwhelming moments of a tug-of-war between the 2, your heart ultimately wins. All the while, Peter sits there, waiting for a response, uncomfortable.


Tackling him into a hug, you start crying tears of joy. “I knew it! That’s why it didn’t go off the first time we met! I had to find out that you were Spider-Man!”


Peter lets out an “oof,” reminding you he is still injured. You loosen your hold, and he hugs you back, getting over the shock of you not angry with him. After a while, he pulls back and put his hands on your cheeks. With his hands still covered, it tickles you a bit, but you ignore it. He then uses his thumbs to wipe your tears. The gesture makes your heart melt. “What do you mean you knew?”


“I guess we both have some explaining to do, huh?” Giving him a small smile, you pull away completely and move over to the first aid kit.


You spent the rest of the night explaining, treating Peter’s injuries, and talking about how being soulmates changed everything. In a good way, of course.


Who would’ve guessed? Your best friend, who was also your long-time crush, was not only Spider-Man but your soulmate.


…….

“Wait, how will we tell Ned?”


Originally posted by over-et

Predator

TW: Mentions of past rape

As soon as you walked on set you felt like you’d been punched in the gut. The neck tattoo was the first thing you saw and you thought there was no way it could be him. So many guys had the same douchey neck tattoo. There was no way it could be Trevor. You were so wrong. 

“Y/N.” He approached you like a snake stalking his prey. Trevor moved his hand to your face, caressing it like he owned you and you squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing thickly. “Long time no see, princess.” 

“Trevor, you’re needed.” A voice you couldn’t quite make out called him away and he winked at you as he left, dragging his hand down your face and to your chest as he left. As soon as he was gone you bolted from the set, running so fast your lungs burned as you tried to suck in air. 

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Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part One)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/n: My friend is on an internship in New York, and she has tickets to see Hamilton… which got me thinking… I was bored and procrastinating… and I hadn’t written a soulmate AU in years… I need to reclaim my title as soulmate queen. (Also, apologies, I don’t know the tags for this fandom, sooo… This is a thing right?) 

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you appear on your arm. Written in third person. Starts in James Madison’s POV then shifts to Thomas Jefferson. No warnings other than Thomas has a bad attitude. 

Part Two     Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison was absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson does not have a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson doesn’t want one. 3) It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

James had known Thomas for many years now, and he doubted any living person knew the man better. Even so, it didn’t take an expert to know Thomas’s view on the subject. Any person with eyes could look down at Thomas’s arm and see it lay bare of words. Any person who’d had a conversation with him on the subject could see he didn’t want to find any words there, and every person who’d ever encountered Thomas, even in passing, had likely come to the same conclusion as James. It was for the best. The universe was saving whatever poor woman would have been latched to him from a life playing second fiddle to Thomas’s ambition and hubris.  

Looking across the banquet hall, James could see Alexander Hamilton, who had been deep in conversation with Thomas for much of the afternoon, coming to those same conclusions. Hamilton had been among the first batch of people to approach Thomas when he arrived, and James barely salvaged a moment to warn Thomas of the situation before he dove into a lengthy discussion with the young immigrant.

James couldn’t decide whether he was amused or terrified. The pair seemed to be amicable enough at the moment, but that could change in a flash. Hamilton and Jefferson were both as stubborn as each other, and they were both fully equipped with sufficient verbal ammunition to break out into an all-out war right in the hall. James had a sneaking suspicion the only reason the two had yet to shed any blood was due to the close proximity of President Washington, the host of tonight’s affair.

“Someone should really go and separate those two before they realize how terribly opposed their views are. I’d hate to get any blood stains on the new rug.” James glanced up to see it was Martha Washington who spoke.  

Smiling James offered a hand out to greet the woman, “I do believe that will happen regardless of our intervention, ma’am.”

Martha gave a simple nod in the direction of his hand, and James’s hand dropped, realizing both of hers were occupied. In her left Martha held a nearly empty glass of wine, and in her right she held a hand, not her husband’s either.

James studied the younger woman attached to Martha’s side with interest. She had a death grip of Mrs. Washington’s hand and looked to be cowering behind the older woman. To her credit, Martha also appeared to be shielding the girl, who looked about ready to sink into the floor. The forlorn expression on her face and the tightness on Martha’s told James that neither of them particularly wanted the young woman to be there. Whether that was because Martha did not care for her to be at the banquet or whether Martha cared to protect her from it, James could not be sure.

“Mrs. Washington, I do not believe I’ve had the honor to meet your acquaintance,” James addressed the unknown woman with a slight bow of his head, “James Madison.”

“Oh, of course,” Martha flashed a forgetful smile James would have believed had he not seen it before. “Mr. Madison, this is my dear younger sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” James bowed his head.

The woman, whom he now knew to be (Y/n) Elizabeth), gave a one-handed curtsey in response and a rather hesitant smile. Her grip on Martha’s hand loosened slightly, but she made little move to approach him any closer or step out from behind Martha’s guarded stance.

“Has your sister been introduced to Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Hamilton? Perhaps we could make their acquaintance on that pretense,” James suggested, waving a hand to where his oldest friend stood, still in deep, uninterrupted discussion with the new Secretary of Treasury.

“James!” A familiar voice boomed as a hand came down firmly to clap James on the shoulder. “I am so glad you could come.”

James turned to face George Washington and extended a hand, “Mr. President, did you really think I would miss a welcome banquet for my oldest friend?”

George accepted James’s hand and shook it firmly. “Your oldest friend who has spent the majority of the night politely refuting every word that has left the mouth of Secretary Hamilton.” George gave James a pointed smirk. “I dare say those two are cut from the same cloth.”

“I don’t know if I would go that far, sir.” James nodded his head in the direction of the pair, who seemed to have been quietly escalating their disagreement. “Even if they were, I doubt either would admit it. However, I do think they are both stubborn enough to continue this fight until someone forces them to cease blows.”

“Oh let them stew for a moment more,” George waved off James’s concern with a light chuckle. “They both work best when they’re angry. Perhaps if we leave them to it long enough they’ll build the whole country while trying to outdo each other.”

James did not share George’s confidence in the pair of men. He didn’t know who he was more concerned for. He’d seen Hamilton work. The young man had an unmatched determination, and put to work it could do some serious damage. However, Thomas Jefferson was not a man to cross, probably a fourth fact to add to his list if he ever felt like expanding it. There had been more than one occasion over the course of their friendship that he found himself thanking the heavens Thomas was on his side not against him. Nevertheless, James allowed George to table his concerns and the conversation to steer away.

“You know James,” George glanced down at the younger man’s sleeve covered arm with a knowing smirk. “Mr. Burr is here tonight.”

James’s hand instinctively went to his arm. Under the sleeve, the first words from his soulmate, Mr. Burr speaks very highly of you, Mr. Madison. “I’m afraid I have already met all of the women you have invited tonight, not including Mrs. Aylett.” He gestured to Martha’s sister. “Though I appreciate your concern.”

“Well no danger of that tonight, Mr. Madison.” Martha piped up, still holding firmly to her sister. “Perhaps the next banquet,” with a kind smile she added, “We’ll see to it Mr. Burr is invited to all of them.”

“How kind of you, Mrs. Washington,” James nodded politely.

James waited silently as George turned to address Martha about the time dinner would begin. His eyes wondered over to (Y/n), who also seemed very uninterested in the conversation. Her eyes had wandered away, and her guard had dropped slightly as she looked around the room. James followed her gaze to Jefferson and Hamilton who had since been joined by Aaron Burr, the same Aaron Burr who would one day introduce James to his soulmate.

‘No danger of that tonight,’ James reminded himself of Martha’s words, harsh but true. It occurred to him at first that she may have spoken prematurely. He knew everyone else in the room, but her sister had yet to speak a word to him. It didn’t seem likely, given that (Y/n) probably did not know Aaron Burr and had no reaction herself to his first words to her. Even so, Martha had said it with an odd sense of finality. If James could not see the looping cursive peeking out from under (Y/n)’s sleeves, he’d have assumed Martha was so assured in her statement because her sister had no soulmate. He supposed, now, it must have been because she knew the words on her sister’s arm, or that her sister had already found her soulmate. Though if that was the case, why was he not here?

A million possibilities were running through James’s mind. There wasn’t anything else particularly interesting to do that night.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, didn’t anyone tell you the war was over?” The voice of Aaron Burr echoed across the hall. Clearly James had been too soon assuming the night would be uninteresting.

George caught James’s eye. “Let’s go end the squabbling; shall we?” George offered an arm to his wife, and (Y/n) reluctantly dropped her death grip on Martha so her sister could accept.

The married couple led the way, and James followed after them beside a meek-looking (Y/n) who still refused to speak. The poor, quiet girl was walking into a lion’s den with Burr, Jefferson, and Hamilton. If she was hesitant around him, he could only imagine how badly she’d be spooked by the other three men. James made a concerted effort to circle around to her other side and place himself between her and the other three. He’d thought he’d been subtle with the gesture, but the sheepish smile (Y/n) sent his way told him otherwise. His only reply was to nod in confirmation.

“Mr. President,” Aaron Burr gave a bow of his head to the approaching group, effectively halting all conversation between Hamilton and Jefferson. “How are you this evening?”

“Quite well, Mr. Burr. How are you? Enjoying the festivities, I see,” The president looked between his two secretaries admonishingly.

Hamilton, at least, had the respect to look scorned, “My apologies, Mr. President. Secretary Jefferson and I were simply discussing…”

“Enough of that,” George waved away Hamilton’s concerns. “This is meant to be a celebration. Mr. Jefferson has only just returned to us from France. Let’s leave our work to the office, shall we?”

“Of course, Mr. President.” Thomas Jefferson gave a respectful bow of his head. “Thank you for hosting this dinner tonight. I appreciate your hospitality.”

“And we appreciate your assistance. I look forward to working with you, but for now let’s enjoy our evening.” George addressed the pair of them.

Hamilton bowed his head and turned his attention from the group. “If you all will excuse me, my soulmate is speaking with Mrs. Adams and appears to want my attention.” He went off with one last nod to the President.

“You haven’t even made it into work yet, and the two of you are already finding things to bicker over,” George’s tone was teasing, but there was a certain sense of warning to it that none of the group missed.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it bickering, merely a difference of opinions unrelated to work. I’m sure we’ll be able to put it aside in future work.” Thomas politely refuted the President’s concern.

“Unrelated?” James cut in. He knew both men well enough. They had plenty of points of contention related to politics. He couldn’t imagine they would have had enough time to make it through all of them and find something else to argue about.

“Soulmates, of course,” Thomas waved his hand in the direction Alexander had retreated. “He brought up the topic and seemed rather disgruntled by my stance on the subject.” Thomas was being very careful not to launch into his opinion again. He doubted this group, Martha and the woman he didn’t know in particular, would appreciate it.

“Ah yes,” George mused. “Alexander mustn’t be familiar with your perennial bachelorhood.”

“I was married once, you know,” Thomas pointed out to George with a teasing tone that in no way seemed to disagree with George’s statement.

“It happens sometimes,” Martha seemed to miss the tone in Thomas’s voice and took him more literally. “You know, people getting married outside of soulmates.” Her eyes trailed to the other woman in the group, standing between George and James and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

Thomas’s eyes trailed over the girl. “Who might your friend be, Mrs. Washington?” The question was addressed to Martha, but his eyes were firmly on the woman, expecting the answer to come from her.

She made no move to answer or even acknowledge Thomas’s presence, and Martha piped up immediately in response. “Mr. Jefferson, this is my sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Can she not answer for herself?” Thomas fought the urge to roll his eyes when he looked back to Martha.

“As a matter of fact -” Martha sputtered out, agitation bubbling up in her expression.

“Mr. Jefferson,” George warned coolly, all pretense dropping from his voice.

Thomas wanted to scoff. He couldn’t get a word out today without being berated, first by Hamilton, then Burr, now the Washingtons. This banquet was supposed to be in honor of his return, and all he wanted to do was leave. Any other day he would have been the epitome of cordial, but that Hamilton had wound him tight. He wanted none of this.

Turning to (Y/n), he practically growled out his first words to her, “What? Are you mute or something?”

Everyone froze for just a moment. Aaron Burr was looking at him aghast. James’s expression was simply exasperated. George Washington had the stern expression of a no-nonsense general, and Martha looked a mixture of angry and shocked at his side. The woman, (Y/n), simply looked resigned. She was meeting Thomas’s gaze now, but the look in her eyes was not that of a woman scorned. It looked more like a woman broken.

The look in her eye was all Thomas needed to realize he’d made a mistake.

(Y/n) turned to her sister and made a quick gesture, wiping her fingers twice over the palm of her outstretched hand, before she turned for the door.

“Wait, I-,” Thomas reached out to the woman, ready to apologize. Instead, his hand was snatched away.

When he looked back, he was expecting a disappointed James or maybe a wary Aaron Burr. He was certainly not expecting to have to look down into the eyes of an absolutely livid Martha Washington. “You… You…” She was trying desperately to form sentences, but her anger was suppressing her speech.

“I’m sorry, deeply sorry.” Thomas looked away ashamed. “It has been a rough evening. I didn’t intend to take it out on your sister.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Martha’s voice was growing louder with her building rage. “You should be apologizing to (Y/n)! Not just for this, for decades of hating herself! Do you realize how much damage you’ve done to her?”

Now Thomas was confused, very confused. “I beg your pardon, ma’am?”

“Every day she wakes up to those words burned into her arm! Ashamed of who she is and knowing you’re ashamed of it too!” Martha’s ranting had attracted attention from a good portion of the banquet hall now. George reached out to his wife, trying to rein her in.

Thomas tried placating the irate woman. “I don’t understand what you mean, Mrs. Washington. Perhaps, I should just go find (Y/n) and…”

George took the matter on himself and pulled his wife from Thomas, stepping up close to the man so none of the now eavesdropping guests could hear his voice carry. “Your words are on (Y/n)’s arm. You must be her soulmate.”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Thomas replied almost mechanically, turning his arm slightly so George could see the blank expanse of skin.

“Well yes,” George conceded. “If (Y/n) is your soulmate you wouldn’t have words on your arm. She’ll never speak to you… She is mute.”

🐟UNDYNE APPRECIATION WEEK!🐟

WHEN?: July 3-8!
WHERE?: This blog!
WHAT IS IT?: A week just for fish appreciating, featuring a prompt each day for writers and artists to expand on. I will also just be accepting random art or stories that people would like to have featured here for appreciating Undyne!
HOW CAN I PARTICIPATE?: The easiest way to participate is to post your entry for each day and @ me (undyne-appreciation) in the post so that I can sniff it out and reblog it! Another way to participate is to tag the post “undyne appreciation week!” and I can go sniff that out too. If neither of those sound appealing to you, you can submit a link to your post to me (but like, say something about it like “my entry for the event” or something so I know it’s not a shifty virus or something).
WHY????: Because Undyne is FANTASTIC!! (and also I’m celebrating my reaching her debut chapter in the Undertale graphic novel but that’s less important.)
ANY RULES?: Well, a few.
1. This is a SFW blog, so keep all of your entires SFW please.
2. Be nice. If your entry is rude to someone else in some way, I will not put it here.
3. HAVE FUN!! This event is intended to be fishy fun for Undyne fans, so… y'know. Enjoy yo’ self.

PROMPTS
I’ll put these here so that potential participants can snag a glimpse at them before the challenge starts.
DAY ONE: SMOL FISH BABBY!!
In normal people terms, young Undyne. We never get to see that in game, but we hear about it, appreciate it, and make fun and adorable art of/stories about it.
DAY TWO: YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT THE FISH!!
Tell me, in a drawing or a story revolving around this trait… What is your favorite thing about Undyne?
DAY THREE: BIG FISHY SMILE!!
One of my favorite things about Undyne is that big toothy grin of hers. Let’s appreciate it together, shall we?
DAY FOUR: BEST BESTIES 10/10!!!!
Just gotta appreciate the friendship between Undyne and Papyrus. They’re the absolute best.
DAY FIVE: I CRY FOR MY FISH BABBY DAILY💦
For such an overzealous and energetic character, Undyne generates a L O T of feels in certain scenarios. Tell me in pictures or words all about the scenario that hurts your heart the most. (for me it’s that moment as she dies in the Genocide run… ah geez.)
DAY SIX: CHERISH THIS FISH!!! CHERISH HARDER!!!!!!!
Whatever you want, basically. Appreciate that fish!!


Alright, I think that’s everything!! SPREAD THE WORD!! I’d love for as many people as possible to join me in celebrating the fantastic fish and everything about her!
Seeya then, guys!
~Mod G

anonymous asked:

How would RFA react to seeing MC in her wedding dress for the first time?? (Like her being walked down the aisle) I would say include V and saeran if you wanna ((I'm tearing up just thinking about this :,) ))

i’m going to start a petition on change.org this is my third time writing this because tumblr kept crashing

but this request is super cute and i love it so much omg

Zen

  • “God, she always looks gorgeous, but she’s fucking stunning.”
  • He never had any doubts about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you, but now he was absolutely certain that this was the best decision of his life
  • When you finally reached him at the altar, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even when he was supposed to be looking at the wedding officiant

Yoosung

  • “Preeeeettttyyyyy!”
  • Every thought going through his mind had disappeared
  • Now he could only think about how pretty you looked and how excited he was for you to get to him so you could finally get married
  • When you got up to the altar and were standing right in front of him, he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were
  • He was blushing so hard, oh god, can everyone see how hard he’s blushing?

Jaehee

  • “She looks beautiful… her hair looks better than mine, she’s so pretty.”
  • As the two of you walked towards each other at the beginning of the isle, she couldn’t get over how gorgeous you looked
  • When you finally reached each other and started walking towards the altar, she couldn’t stop looking over at you and blushing
  • How could she be so lucky?

Jumin

  • “We’re getting married, she’s going to be my wife…”
  • He had waited for this day since he first met you, and it was happening
  • He simultaneously wanted this moment to last forever and for time to hurry up and have you be right next to him

Seven

  • “God she’s so beautiful.  What a fool she was to show up.”
  • He always knew he wanted to marry you, but he still couldn’t understand why you wanted to marry him
  • But any of his insecurities disappeared as you walked closer and he was able to see all the details of your dress and hair and makeup
  • He was so excited to spend the rest of his life with you

V

  • “It’s finally happening, i’m getting married.  And to her.”
  • Even if his vision wasn’t very good, he could still see how beautiful you looked
  • He’s just… ecstatic
  • It had been a long time since he had been so happy to be with someone, and he had no doubt in his mind that you’re the best person for him to spend the rest of his life with

Saeran

  • “She looks so gorgeous… Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.”
  • Being the huge tsundere he is, he has to stifle as much emotion as he could
  • But he couldn’t help the huge smile creeping onto his face
  • He was so happy to be able to marry you
  • He couldn’t believe how lucky he was for you to want to marry him, too
With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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anonymous asked:

aces are not lgbt goddamn

#ace discourse cw

According to what? A dozen or so folks with discourse sideblogs?

Back when I was a teenager and still thought I was just an an overly enthusiastic straight ally, aces were already regarded as lgbtq+. I knew about asexuality before I first learned about nb genders. As I’ll be 25 soon, that was 9-10 years ago.

When I joined tumblr, aces were already actively lgbtq+ community members here (in spite of it being the height of the “demisexuals are just special snoflakess” discourse). This was 5-6 years ago.

Back when I was a student, aces were already (and probably still are) active members and even leaders in my colleges’ GSA–only 2-4 years ago.

Given that lgbtqp people–(and particually trans and multisexual people)–are more likely to identify as ace-spec in any way, this has never surprised me.

Cishet aces are a minority even in ace spaces (ace community surveys back this observation up), and even moreso within the wider lgbtq communities (if they choose to interact with them–some cishet aces don’t.)

It follows then that the ace people who’ve been most hurt by the ace discourse are not cishet aces, but lgbtqp aces.

The idea that aces have no place in lgbtq+ spaces is a recent one. One created by tumblr users who discourse about people’s lives and identities for fucking entertainment–who think they can step in and change history (including recent history that I damn remember) at will.

Now, I am aware of privilege/oppression. I am aware of my own privileges and the ways in which I’m marginalized. For example, I’m trans–but I do not experience transmisogyny.

I recognize my responsibility to not speak over those who are more and/or differently oppressed than I am, to listen when they speak, to actively oppose the forces that oppress them. To apologize when I fuck up and try to be better.

This is something I think that cishet aces should be highly considerate of when they are in lgbtq+ spaces. But the rest of us should be aware too.

The idea that people shouldn’t have to share space or community with their oppressors is a legit one. But it’s complicated by the fact that every single person is privileged in some ways and oppressed in others. In my opinion, systems of oppression function less like a pyramid and more like a web full of tangles and overlaps.

As a nonbinary trans person, I’m lgbt right? Well, a significant number of lgb people are cis–so being lgbt means that I share that community with my oppressors.

(Go take a look at the posts by cis lgb people in the pride tags about how pride isn’t for trans people, check out how the notes of the posts are full of hate for nb people. And get back to me.)

Do I think that nonbinary only spaces should have to welcome cishet aces? No. Should lesbian only spaces have to welcome cishet aces if they don’t want to? Absolutely not. Should spaces for trans women of color have to welcome my white nonbinary ass? Hell no.

But I think that attempting to squeeze certain targeted groups out of the wider lgbtq+ communities when they’ve already been given a home here is an issue. And wrong. I don’t believe it makes anyone safer. I think we’re stronger together.

I will post ace pride photosets during pride month if I wish. I consider my gray-ace identity to be as important and significant and impactful in my life as my trans identity and multigender attraction.

This blog is for nb/gq people first, and I share ace inclusive posts for myself and other nb aces.

However, I don’t mind if cishet aces reblog them from me. I don’t care if a cishet ace person carries an ace pride sign in a pride parade. I don’t care if they make their own posts. Cishet aces having pride in their ace identity steals nothing from me.

In some way or another cisheteronormativity harms everyone at some point–including aces. I’m not concerned with policing those harmed by it. I want to destroy it.

Ok, so I’ve noticed that people are STILL being horrible to others because of their ships. This is ABSOLUTELY ridiculous! Why can’t everyone just let people ship whoever they want?! I will be honest with you, there are a few ships that I don’t really like but if you ship them than go ahead and ship them! Just because I don’t ship certain characters, that doesn’t mean you can’t ship them. I keep my notps to myself. I don’t harass people for shipping certain characters. You want to know why? Because everyone has different opinions and ideas about things.

I know I said before that I don’t think ships should be a main focus when it comes to this show, but I understand that ships are a big part of many fandoms. Don’t let it divide us. Voltron is a show about family. Friends. Why can’t we all just get along? Liking shows like Voltron are supposed to bring people together. Share the love that comes with enjoying the show and characters.

Be kind to one another. Please.

after ep 4 and the ‘best of islam’ clip, skam is still only showin the negative with islam im lmao what does julie think this is gonna teach her non-muslim/white audience??? that sana shouldn’t feel angry and superstitious abt people?? that if she stops looking for hate then she wont find it?? as if when she stops lookin for racism its just gonna randomly stop for her. idek??? whats goin on here??? this muslim rep is horrendous and im sayin this as a non-muslim but as someone who follows another religion.

skam this season has shown muslims to be angry, paranoid, cold, lonely, sad, out of place. they made sana feel the worst kinds of misery, feel extremely isolated to the point where they villianized her twice, first with the insta account and then emailing willhell, just bc she ‘wouldn’t open up.’

im not sayin muslims cant feel any of these emotions or go through terrible times, but this is a show supposed to entertain, educate and relate to a teenage audience, an audience which is already filled with misconceptions abt islam.

as faiza once said in one of her posts, there needs to be a balance, a balance between the good and the bad. show sana feeling lonely and isolated and frustrated and angry and in pain. but also show her overcome that. let sana speak, let sana’s friends speak, let them all talk about what’s been happening, not throw it under the rug and go “pheww well.. offscreen they all made up now onto the next plot!” like… you seriously put that much pain onto sana for us to just… never get to see a conversation between her and the girls??? and listen, idec if this conversation comes this week or next. it is wayyy too late and unrealistic. idc if everything is tied up nicely by the end, none of us will ever forget the bitterness we felt throughout the whole journey with the only reprive being small happy moments that still didn’t make sense in the first place bc its lack of continuity.

lastly, what i wanted to say before i really trailed off: we saw sana in the ‘best of islam’ clip weeks back. the way sana spoke abt believing in Allah and how much peace and stability praying brings to her was basically the purest, most important clip of the season tbh. that’s what religion is, that’s what islam is and that’s what islam brings into sana’s life.

its absolutely normal and healthy for sana to question certain things in islam, to question things that she’s not too sure about. but to show someone as strong in her faith as sana is, to show her absolutely miserable and for islam to be the reason why all these shitty things are happening… to throw all these obstacles at her which in turn makes the audience feel like “ugh this islam is turnin out to not be bringin anythin good into sana’s life, yousef was right, all it brings is hate and conflict and sana can solve all this if she just speaks up!” is a horrible msg. this season literally shows more abt how islam is 'restricting’ sana and making her 'cold and condescending’ oh and let’s not forget… a 'bitch.’ ….

its as if islam is what’s bringing all this pain onto sana when it was mainly other people’s ignorance, racism and intolerance. as if islam isnt what’s giving sana true peace when she prays, gives her guidelines to follow that makes her remember to be a good person, makes her feel like she means something bc of her relationship with her faith. there’s just no balance this season, none at all. religion is not inherently a bad thing which only causes you pain bc trust me if islam only brought sana heartache and pain, i dont think she would still want to be a practicing muslim. but that’s the thing: islam isnt at fault for bringing her all this pain but that’s exactly the opposite and toxic point the audience comes to.

almost everybody has something within their religion that may conflict with their values and/or lifestyle. but religion is ultimately abt your own relationship and connection to g-d. and in sana’s case, islam is shown to be… not great for her bc she’s struggling (bc sure its not her environment thats makin her suffer most. sure jan)

lol anyways this is mainly unedited im just pissed. what a shame this season has turned out to be.

NCT hyung line reaction to their virgin S/O asking to try thigh riding

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Anon: older member reaction to their gf who is also a virgin asking to try thigh riding with them

TBH this isn’t really smutty lmao I didn’t write about what they’d be like during, literally just how they’d react if you asked them too! I can do their reaction whilst, but please request for that if you want it. Also tysm for 3k - I’ve started to follow forever and it won’t be up for a while but pls anticipate it❤️ :-)

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|A Theory pt. 6|

GROUP: GOT7 ft a special guest

GENRE: Angst, Smut. Pure unadulterated nonsense 

LENGTH: 5.7k

A/N: Hello there loves, long time no see. A quick question before we begin, Giant or Golden? 

GIFS ARE NOT MINE


Originally posted by yeomseok

Originally posted by smallkpoplove


As soon as the words left his mouth, Mark leaned down, his body not necessarily flush against mine, but his hair tickling my face as he began to suck and bite harshly on my neck. I gripped at his upper back, trying to coax him into laying his body against mine but he stayed strong and resistant, only close enough for me to feel his body heat.

“You smell so good princess” he groaned as he let his tongue tail down to the middle of my chest.

Hearing him groan was something that was immediately arousing and addictive; It was so different from his normal light tone. It was deep, raspy and absolutely sexy. I moved my hands from his upper back to his shirt tucked in his pants, pulling it free in a desperate manner.He watched me with a smoldering gaze as my hands smoothed over his cotton covered abs and chest until I reached the top of his shirt. Whilst undoing the first button, he bit his lip, causing my hands to freeze on either side of his collar, my fingers gripping the material tightly.

“Wanna make Yugyeom really mad?” he began in a dark low tone, lowering his head toward my lips and letting his breath intermingle with mine.

I barely batted an eye at the question, despite my interest, opting for letting my leg trail up to hook around his hip loosely while my arms encircled his neck instead.

“Why would I want to do that?” I asked, genuinely confused and legitimately interested now.

How would I make Yugyeom mad? Have I ever made him mad before? The possibilities and scenarios of the giant maknae upset with me flashed through my mind at a dizzying pace, one image or scenario coming directly after the other and leaving me momentarily paralysed. My brief mental movies involved and abundance of sexual torture; rope, blindfolds, lingering touches, and white hot pleasure. I bit my lip to keep my mind in check, as well as keep in a moan, as I focused on the man above me instead of a certain Kim ordering me to go down on my knees. Mark let a devious smile that I would’ve mistaken for his normal one, save for that mischievous glint in his eyes, if I hadn’t known any better.

“Trust me, you want to do that. You know Yugyeom. He’s shy unless he’s passionate about something. So what I’m suggesting” Mark spoke, drawing out the last word, as he raised my other leg, letting it hook around his other hip so that he was pressed against me now.

I could feel absolutely every curve, dip and groove of his muscles against me but the cotton barrier between us frustrated me; I wanted to feel his skin hot against mine and the cotton was making that increasingly difficult. He gave a slow, tentative roll of his hips, causing my nerves to immediately ignite with an uncontrollable need and I yanked on the sides of his shirt and pulled him closer to attempt to satiate that need.

“Is to simply give him a reason to take what he wants” Mark accentuated his gorgeous honeyed words with a finger trailing up from the space between my breasts, up the vertical plan of my neck, stopping right at the outline of my lips.

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I’ve always wanted to talk a bit lenghtily about my opinions on fic, fic writing and the general writer-fic-reader culture and I just saw an extremely unpleasant “article” on ao3 that righeously attacks a certain genre of fanfic that I personally don’t read, nor like, but the existence of which really doesn’t bother me.

First things first, to me the positives of fanfiction vastly outnumber the negatives. I am used to living in absolute certainty that anytime I want to have fun, escape or get a little hot and bothered, there will always be fic to provide that for me. I will always, always find a fic I love. Notice I am saying fic *I* love, not, “fic that is good”. And having this certainty, I become entirely unbothered by the automatically existing other group, aka fics I don’t love.

Despite commenting on fics as much as I can, and participating in the fandom, there is still something utterly personal about fanfiction to me. It’s reading it on my phone as I’m shaky and queasy on my way to an exam, to a job interview, to an annoying doctor’s appointment. It’s loading up fics to my kindle and reading them at 3am on the plane when it kind of seems like neither time nor space are real anymore. It’s checking my ao3 subscription emails right after my alarm goes off because finding out a fave WIP updated might actually wake my brain up in a pleasant manner. I’m not exaggerating when I say I go through my life non-stop reading fics bit by bit.

What each and every one of the writers responsible for those fics gives me is priceless. And they are not even asking for a price! Just some damn decency.

The phrase “don’t like don’t read” might seem simplistic and in a way, almost illogical - except with the existence of meticulous tagging system, it becomes reality. Tags are there to warn and to entire. Writers, use them. Readers, read them. But it doesn’t stop there. It is, in fact, entirely possible to open a fic and find it wanting and still follow that directive. How? Close the damn tab. If you want to nitpick it, the phrase becomes “i have read, i haven’t liked, i have stopped reading”.

Now, we are people. We get passionate about fandoms, characters, ships, so I get that not everyone - not all the time - is capable of being so chill about being faced with something they seriously didn’t like.

Don’t inflict it on the author. And - and this is a peeve of mine - don’t passively aggresively inflict it on all the authors who might read your vague, public rant and think “is this me?” or who will add it to that ever growing list of mental barriers and doubts that we seem to be soaking up like sponges. Just tell it to a friend. Punch a pillow. Go and find a fic you love.

Remember that even though it seems your taste might be objective, or “common sense” - and this is easy to fall into especially when things like basic grammar are involved - it’s just not. Not in these cases. That description of my daily fic consumption I wrote above? That has been going on for years and years. Somewhat recently I decided to look up fics for an old ship of mine, remembering how deeply I loved them, how I reread them many times, and I was so giddy about getting to enjoy myself like that again. My reaction was a little “oh”. It was not only me whose tastes have changed, but also fandom and fic writing that has evolved, however, that doesn’t at all alter my past enjoyment. And for every fic you scoff at, there might be a reader who is at an entirely different place than you are, and is loving it. Don’t undo their support by your selfish lash out.

Bottom line, just focus on what you do. Focus on finding what you like. Support what you like. It’s not like “bad” and “good” fic are fighting for their place on the interwebs and only one can get the spot. This is not a limited space library. 

If you need a more candid conversation about things like ships, characterizations and so on, turn to meta. Meta is there for people to disagree on, because meta should follow rules of logic and analysis. Fanfiction doesn’t have to.

The unfortunate truth is that i AM made uncomfortable when i see girls wearing very, very revealing outfits, especially in odd places, like a girl i saw in a bikini on campus. It certainly used to be good old fashioned insecurity expressed in misogyny, but it’s still there, and I’m a very different person. 

I remember finding it difficult growing up living between the slut-prude dichotomy, trying to be sexy because we’re told that’s all girls are good for and all that gets boys attention, but risking being called ‘sluts’ and being fucking uncomfortable, versus channelling the whole ‘not like other girls’, having ‘self-respect’, but being bullied and ignored. You had a choice to make and neither one was right. 

Liberal feminism has contributed absolutely nothing of substance to the dilemma, yelling over the increasing awareness of the sexism of it all with “WOO GIRL TAKE IT ALL OFF IT’S TOTALLY FINE, IT’S EMPOOOWERRRIIINGGGGGG”, and given how mainstream and accepted this feminism has become, i do assume nearly every girl and woman i come across is on board with it. The other option we had, to cover up, is equally misogynistic in it’s traditionalist, pearl-clutching ways, but there’s another hidden option which i think is closer to this one than the former: thinking about why you want what you want, why certain things make you feel ‘good’ or ‘empowered’ and who might have made it like that, and recognising that feminine ‘sexy’ things are uncomfortable, inconvenient and controlling - skirts, heels, shaving everyday, expensive make-up, missing out on normal delicious foods. Liberal feminist has shut this option away from us completely by getting out the party-poppers and glitter for tiny outfits, branding anything else as “slut-shaming” or “body shaming”.

And now, conveniently for men, i’m in this straight jacket and really watching my words when i try to explain how and why particularly young women baring nearly everything still makes me uncomfortable. Because as a radical feminist I’m looking past all the ideology, all the wishful thinking, and see the root - the reality: girls walking around half naked, pristine, like models, and men, plain and boring, and consuming girls bodies as if they’re food. It’s not girls fault, them ‘covering up’ won’t change anything, but I feel like i’ve been prised into this, almost, mass delusion, that it’s all cool. It’s a dystopia i’m hit with and it makes me uncomfortable.