and yes i know not all of these are derogatory

The Feminine Constraint

You know what I find interesting? Unlike most female characters who “break the mold” by being super masculine (wearing pants, rejecting anything remotely girly, being one of the guys), Lizzy treats her femininity as a strength. She treats love as a strength. Love can make you stronger, it gives you something to fight for—so why is a girl who embraces love, kindness, and loyalty seen as a weakling?

Lizzy’s stronger than Ciel, a better fighter than Ciel, and has a moral compass a million times stronger than he does. (Not hating on Ciel—I respect his high intellect, Machiavellian capabilities, and rational savoir faire. Just pointing out he’s also a HUMAN character with flaws.) Elizabeth is honest, sincere, and loves Ciel without expecting to be loved in return. That, I believe, is what makes Lizzy so strong—that she’s able to keep smiling, to remain so sincere and sweet even while knowing Ciel has changed, that he’s become darker and more malevolent. That he’s hiding things from her, dismissing her and ignoring her—she is still able to remain sincere in her love and strong in her devotion. (The most impressive part? That she’s not trying to change Ciel back. That she’s learning to love him for who he is now even though the temptation to try and bring back the boy she once loved must be excruciating.)

That, I believe, is what makes Lizzy unique amongst the “strong” female protagonists we see in fiction—she’s not butch. She doesn’t hate the color pink or despise traditionally pretty things. She is one of the few females (and yes, there are others) who’s able to embrace her femininity and become stronger because of it.

Note: I am NOT an antifeminist because I say this. I believe ALL people, men and women, should be empowered—to be able to chase after their dreams and fight for what they believe in. (Which is why I love Lizzy.) That’s not to say that I don’t love the more rough and tumble female characters. One of my favorite, favorite female characters of all time is Brienne of Tarth and if you don’t know who she is, please Google her up because that woman is the definition of empowerment. (She’s also one half of my OTP. Yes, yes, yes—I’m a Jaime/Brienne shipper. What can I say.)

Discussion, as always, is welcomed though I ask that you please refrain from using derogatory language, unsubstantiated arguments, and flippant dismissals of Lizzy’s character because she “gets in the way” of your ship. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't offensive, but I was recently talking to someone who said that the word "pagan" is derogatory. is there any truth to this? I never thought of pagan as being negative or hurtful in any way. thank you for your time <3

I don’t believe you’re being offensive at all. I have also heard some people say that.

First off, I apologize for not giving you a simple yes/no answer. In order to understand what “Pagan” means, we have to go back pretty far into history. Plus, this is an area I know an uncanny amount about, ever since I took that Paganism & Early Christianity class I always knew that would come in handy someday. So, sit back, get comfy, and enjoy another round of Yunan’s Deluge of History Facts™.

To begin, let’s define Paganism. Paganism does not stand for one religion but many, and is an umbrella term used similarly to the way we use Judeo-Christian. These religions are normally polytheistic, flexible, open, and nature-focused–just to name a few qualities.

Back when Pagan religions were the majority, there was no name for them. It was universally understood that there are many Gods, and that nature should be respected. Based on what little texts we recovered from those periods, Gods were often defined by the region their worshippers lived in. This is why we know many pantheons as “Greek Gods” or “Germanic Gods”, since the region was the only way to differentiate these respective religions. 

In 380, the Edict of Thessalonica established Rome as an official Christian state. Historians estimate that less than 40% of the Roman population was Christian at the time that Edict of Thessalonica passed. This is mainly due to a method of conversion called the “top-down effect”, where the rulers of a kingdom are converted, and slowly the court and the population follow after. However, these noblemen were mainly in cities and less than 10% of the population. The elite didn’t outlaw paganism (yet), but they did restrict pagan worship and put their effort into converting the population.

Around the 400s, Chrisitan writers began coining the Latin word paganus, which I can roughly translate as “countrymen”, or “of the countryside”. Remember that the top-down effect focused on converting Romans in the elite. During this time, Rome underwent rapid urbanization, so most of its higher classes were in the cities. As a result, In Roman society city folk were seen as “enlightened” and “progressive”, whereas those in the rural ares who mostly worshipped the indigenous Pagan religion were suggested to be “backwards” or “uncivilized”. Thus, Christian writers at the time used the word “pagan” to reference the people in rural areas who still practiced their old religion.

I also want to add that the conversation of Europe took hundreds of years, until roughly 1500. When the Church began sending out friars and preachers to scope out heresy in rural areas, you better believe that the word “pagan” was use a lot, and not in a very nice tone.

But to get back on track: All Pagan religions were simply dubbed “Paganism” until the 20th century, when the Neo-Pagan movement arose. Then, people found a need to distinguish the different Pagan religions. This is where we’ve seen the rise of terms like Kemeticism, Hellenism, and even Wicca (whose practitioners were originally called “witches”, but later their faith was given a name). I believe the reason many websites and articles simply say “Paganism” because Paganism is an ancient, common, and easily understandable term for most audiences.

That begin explained—Is “pagan” a derogatory term? In its original conception, yes, it was. Is it derogatory now? I personally believe, no. Although the Romans aimed to move away from the countryside and into cities, nowadays people are aiming to move away from urbanization and back towards nature. As John Muir said, “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity … and that mountain parks are useful not only for the foundations of timber … but the foundations of life.”

Pagans take great pride in their name. And despite centuries of submission of these religions, I see no reason to see it otherwise.

dinosaur wars // luke hemmings

Prompt: Player!Luke - High school AU

word count: 1235

“Wow, I didn’t know the school catered to angels,” manwhore (yes, the derogatory term was placed quite correctly in this situation) Luke Hemmings smirked as he slid himself into the desk next to me. I scoffed, my eyes not leaving my notebook paper as drawing and re-drawing small ghosts on my paper was a lot more interesting than him. “Y/N, I think I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

“As if,” I erased the little tail of my latest little ghost, “go away, Hemmings.”

“Ouch,” he laughed. “How cold, sweetheart. I think I need a kiss to make it all better,” he pouted and leaned forward, showing me his kissy-lips as he did so. I rolled my eyes and continued filling in the eyes and mouth of my ghost. “C'mon, beautiful, just one little kiss?”

“Nope,” I popped the ‘p’ sassily and next, began to draw little dinosaurs in the margin of my essay. I lined out a small brontosaurus as Luke hummed, leaning over to glance at my paper.

“Is that … a T-Rex?” He asked, craning his neck to see it more clearly.

I snatched up my notebook immediately, red flushing to my cheeks as I narrowed my eyes. “No, Hemmings, it’s not a T-Rex. It’s a brontosaurus,” I corrected snidely, “and, for the record, T-Rexes are overrated. Like, c'mon, they aren’t even that scary!”

Great, I was nerd-ing it out with Luke Hemmings about dinosaurs.

“What the fuck are you on? T-Rexes are the raddest things ever!” He stopped and re-thought his words. “Okay, not rad, but terrifying. If a T-Rex came at you, I’d bet you’d be screaming and running for your life!”

I scoffed, “Well, duh, Hemmings. A T-Rex could kill me, sure, but it’s not what I’d fear most if I had lived in the Cretaceous period!”

“Oh, really, then, Y/L/N,” he mocked how I chose to address him most of the time. “What’s the scariest dinosaur of the Cretaceous period, then?”

I smirked, “A kronosaurus. Those things are, like, bigger, more terrifying, more threatening crocodiles.” I rolled my shoulders back, my words hanging in the air between us. He laughed suddenly, a loud, arrogant laugh.

“That’s not a dinosaur!”

“It counts!” My cheeks flushed as I fought my point about the kronosaurus. “C'mon, Hemmings, it counts,” I urged, making him shake his head as he laughed. My dinosaur knowledge wasn’t the best, all I knew was that the kronosaurus was a reptile of some sorts. But, then again, so was Luke’s beloved T-Rex. There had to be some sort of correlation, right?

“All right, Y/N, let’s make a little deal?” He suggested, leaning back in his seat and propping his Converse-clad feet up on the desk. I hesitated. Deals with Luke Hemmings didn’t sound good at all. It made me feel a little sick, actually.

Oh gosh, he’s gonna ask for nudes.

Defiantly, I pushed back my hair and smiled, akin to the self-absorbed one he was wearing. “Fine, Hemmings. Let’s make a deal.” I gnawed at my lower lip, making him glance down at my mouth, smirk, and do the same thing, his pearly whites catching on his sleek lip ring.

I had to admit, Luke was attractive. His blond hair and innocent blue eyes totally contradicted his punk attitude and just - contradicted him. Hemmings was the type of guy to go home with a new girl every night, and he didn’t just stick to one group. Oh, no, he didn’t just go for cheerleaders in skimpy skirts. Luke tended to drift towards the girls that fawned over him in the halls when they thought he wasn’t looking - which ranged from everyone from sluts to quiet bookworms who spent most of their time in the library.

However, his personality just ruined it for me. Not that he wasn’t funny or smart, he was just … arrogant and just - a player! It sickened me, to think, how badly has he hurt those girls? Probably very badly. I was curious, though, why I of all people was Luke’s new target. It was obvious that I hated him. He didn’t go for girls like me (there weren’t any in the school, though, I’d bet). Maybe he liked a challenge?

“I get proof that a kronosaurus doesn’t count in our little banter,” he smiles, “and, if I’m right, you go on a date with me.”

I laughed at his wagers, “And if you’re wrong?”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

Slightly unconfident, I stuck out my hand, “Deal.”

His grin wavered for a second before his large hand slid into mine - Jesus Christ, his hands were freaking huge - and shook once. “Deal.”

Maybe I could have fun with this.

***

It had been two days, two days of Luke Hemmings smiling at me and flirting subtly, hinting towards the apparent love I’d feel for him after our oh - so romantic upcoming date. I sat in my desk in fourth period, the one period I had with him. I was doodling again (unsurprisingly) as the teacher snoozed on, his head on his arms as he snored softly. Despite the teacher not being, well, totally in charge, the class wasn’t in chaos. Most people were just on their phones, talking to each other, or reading some lame book about vampires. I began drawing small stars and such when Luke suddenly bolted in, holding a sheet of paper in his hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He called out, making our teacher stir but not quite wake up. I noticed that his noticing of me and calling me out caused a couple of girls to glance at me with jealousy clearly written on their faces. Oh my God. My cheeks flushed and I scowled at him as he traipsed over to my desk. “I believe you owe me a date.”

He placed the paper down. It was a print-out, off of some Wiki page or something, and a sentence or two was high lighted in yellow.

“A kronosaurus, commonly mistaken for a dinosaur, is actually a pliosaur,” I read aloud. I groaned loudly, making Luke laugh and pat me on the head. “Bullshit! Ugh, I have to go on a date with you?” I said incredulously. He smirked egotistically, feigning hurt as he pressed his open-palm to his chest dramatically.

“Why, Y/N, I’m hurt by your harsh word choices,” he shook his head. “But yes. A deal’s a deal. You do keep your deals up, right?”

I scowled. “You don’t want to date me.”

“And why’s that?”

I glanced around the room, “I’m obsessed with Ke$ha.”

“You’re wearing a Blink-182 shirt. Nice music taste, by the way,” he winked, biting down on that shiny black lip ring once again. “Now, why wouldn’t I want to date you?”

“Um, I, um,” I stammered. “I will never, ever have sex with you.”

He laughed loudly, “You can’t determine the future, dollface. Also, I’m not really into you for that,” his voice dropped a bit, and he glanced at me through his eyelashes. “You’re gorgeous, but I genuinely want you for you. Not your body.”

I scoffed, “Bullshit, Hemmings.”

“No, really, I - I kinda like you.” He stuttered, sweater-paw-ing his hands into his hoodie. A black hoodie, of course, with a dark blue shirt under it. “You have no reason to believe me, but I do.”

This was a sudden turn of events.

“Fine,” I admonished, making his head snap up. “One date. You try anything, I’m done with you. Clear?”

“Crystal,” he smiled, “wear something nice, babe.”

What had I gotten myself into?

whoops it’s been a couple of days and this is shit but imig yolo. hope you like it, also i’m not an expert at dinosaurs so if any of this is wrong pls don’t correct me omg i don’t feel like being shameful over my incorrect facts.

Fuck transphobia.

Fuck homophobia.

Fuck people not accepting who someone really is and not coming to terms with who they are and purposely calling them the wrong name/pronoun because of THEIR own opinion.

No one deserves to be put down because of who they are. It’s completely unfair and I know a number of people who have done the following two things to people, or have made fun of my friends that are gay or lesbian.

This probably sounds a bit cliche, and idgaf, because it’s not; I wish that society could just fucking accept people. I want people to know that hey, this is a thing, and I want people to know it isn’t a fucking joke. I want to do something that will impact at least one person and raise awareness for the entire LGBT+ community. I don’t want the words ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’ to be used in a derogatory way. I want people to be aware that yes, there are more than just two genders, more than just a few sexualities, and none of it is to be joked about, nor is it to be looked upon as a ‘sin’ or ‘bad’ or even ‘gross’ (because I know several people who have said that about being gay or lesbian).

I want to do something about this, and try to (I guess?) raise awareness for this, but I’m still trying to figure out how to do so. I want to voice this all, but I’m struggling to find the right way to word it, and how to get it out there.

And with this, I should probably add that I’m not heterosexual, but questioning, and don’t know what to come out as because I’m so confused, which leads me to yet another paragraph.

At the time of adolescence, teens experience many emotions as a part of development. Their feelings can change along with their physical changes. I, as I stated above, am questioning, and can’t find any support. And it fucking sucks. I think that, once you enter high school or some shit, they should at least have some type of unit or segment on it or just state ‘if you’re confused, need support, or want to know more about sexuality, then please feel free to go to the health teacher/guidance counselor/whoever else could potentially know about all of this.’ I think it would help a TON, because personally, I’m confused, I need the support, and want to know more so I can actually feel like I know myself and so I can slowly begin to crawl out of this dark and isolated hole that I’ve seemed to have fallen head first into.

I guess the gist of this is I want to raise awareness for everyone, and after tonight (rather two nights ago), I want people to know that not accepting people has now lead to two beautiful, short lives ending. It pisses me off how people can just see something and be like ‘oh wow that’s depressing’ and carry on without even thinking, ‘holy shit, they’re gone and they can never come back because people couldn’t accept them.’

I don’t know if this post makes any sense or not, or if there is even a real gist of it. I just needed to get this off my chest. So rest in peace once more, Leelah, and rest in peace Zander, of which I knew little of both of them before their passings and wish I could have gotten to have known. You both are missed so dearly, by everyone. I hope that one day society will change, and be accepting, and although it may take ten years, twenty, a hundred even; it will happen eventually.

An Opinion on ‘Chivalry’:

I’m the OP who posted the ‘guide to feminism post’ (it’s relevant), and I was scrolling through some of the comments a few days later and this one caught my eye:

“This is why chivalry is dead” – it was part of a slightly longer reblog.

Yes. Yes, chivalry is dead. Do you know what chivalry is (I’m referring to the word as it’s used between genders, not the Knights Code by the way)? You know it as pretty much ‘buy her flowers, hold the car door open, and splurge on her’, essentially the things the men are expected to do in a relationship that women ‘need not’ reciprocate.

This used to be the remuneration women received from society back when they were ostracized for their gender. Women were weak creatures and to justify seeing them as weak, men thought to at least treat them with ‘proper care’. Why did they pay for dinners? Because women didn’t work, and most didn’t have ways to make money of their own. Why did they hold doors open for them? Because they were too delicate to hold them open for themselves. Why did they buy them gifts? Because they wanted to keep them happy and satisfied. It was a kind gesture in that sort of society, where a women’s inherent weakness was an established fact. Chivalry was a good thing.

However, the sexism was not a good thing. We rightly got rid of that, and in all fairness to men, most of the chivalry should have gone with it. But for some reason, some women want equality, and still expect men to be chivalrous. You can’t have both!

Imagine if you were a girl, and were taught from childhood that you had to find a man and provide for him and buy him flowers when he’s upset and chocolate when he’s sad. And you had to take care of him and take him out for dates (paying for all of them) because otherwise he would find some other girl. You also had to walk him home and give him your umbrella when it rained, and be the caretaker of the relationship. Why? Because clearly he was born with a penis and therefore deserves to be provided for. How ridiculous does this sound?

My opinion here is that you cannot have equality and chivalry at the same time. Because what do you want remuneration for? We’re striving for equality, and aside from those backward party-poopers who still want men to buy them jewelry and chocolate and love them forever for no particular reason other than how attractive they are (and if you are: you are halting the motion of an entire movement! Re-evaluate your life girl!), women should be ok with losing their compensation for ‘being weak’.

(As a side note, this also applies to women who still expect to be able to stay at home while their husbands work. What are you even doing at home? Taking care of kids? OK, if you’ve got three kids then please, stay at home because you’re going to have your hands full, but if you’ve only got one kid that’s going to go to school for most of the day anyway, that’s nowhere near the amount of effort needed in a career. I feel like these kinds of ‘housewives’ that hang out with their friends all day while their husbands work are deserving of their derogatory reputation. In this generation, every woman should at least know how to be self-sustaining. That shouldn’t be too much to ask!)

And then there are those who will say ‘but a little chivalry now and then is really nice’. Well sure, it is. If it’s my birthday, then yes, I like it when my boyfriend splurges on me. But it’s not really called ‘chivalry’ because I like treating him on his special days too. Our system is that whoever decides on the dinner date pays for it (because we come from a culture where requesting separate bills is considered discourteous), and I think that’s pretty fair. So we could either redefine the term or abandon it completely, and it wouldn’t make too much difference, right? Because in the way it’s used now, “I like chivalrous men” means “I like men who will do things for me simply because I am female and therefore inherently deserve it”, and I don’t think that’s fair. 

(There was also another comment that said I wasn’t a feminist but an ‘egalitarian’. OK well that’s a very pretty word but the truth is that it’s called ‘feminism’ until we reach complete equality. I mean, if it were the other way around, it would be called ‘masculism’ or something.  Egalitarianism ignores any existing disadvantage faced by one side, and that doesn’t apply in terms of gender, where we consistently see a dominant side. The reason feminists are different from egalitarians is that genders are still not completely equal (although here in Canada, at least, we’re getting there and that’s a happy thought to have).)