I’m saddened and ashamed as a human being, but as a white male my privilege shines today. This election will affect me least of all, but for women across the nation, for our brothers and sisters with disabilities, for people of color and the LGBTQ community, for the marginalized and oppressed everywhere, the story is different. Real lives and wellbeing is at stake here.

I’m sorry that we elected someone who represents violence and hatred toward you. I’m sorry that people can be so shortsighted and selfish and indifferent to others’ struggles. The bedrock of the United States consists of bigotry, hatred, and exploitation, so it should come as no surprise that we chose the embodiment of those toxic tendencies to be the nation’s representative. But I honestly felt that we had progressed in ways that would prevent this waking nightmare from occurring. I was wrong. More evidence for my privilege. And we now reap what we sow.

Imagine that a teenage you and Loki are courting. Only a few months into your courtship, you end up pregnant. With Odin ashamed that you and Loki didn’t wait until marriage and the possibility of having a bastard in the family, he married you and Loki quickly, without the glamour of an actual wedding ceremony. After being together for centuries and having more kids, Loki decides that on your upcoming anniversary he’s going to give you the one thing you both never got to have: an actual wedding.

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”

They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

- Langston Hughes (born: 1 February 1902)

Are you ashamed of what I’ve done?” she dared to ask.
His brow creased. “Why would you ever think that?”
She couldn’t quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. “Are you?”
Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. “Never,” he said. “I could never be ashamed of you.”
She doubted that, and when she twisted away, he gently grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to him.
“You survived; I survived. We’re together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you - if only for a moment. To see you and know you’d made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for.”
She couldn’t stop the tears that began slipping down her face.
“Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here - and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
—  Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
Prompt: Scars

Newt and Cival have been dating for a while. But mostly all they’ve done was make out. Cival has tried to get some of Newts layers off but newt begins to panic almost every time. On an outing they get covered in something (rain, slime, whatever.) And Cival sends newt to the bedroom to put something dry on once they get back to his place. Cival heads to the bedroom to ask him something and sees so many scars on Newts back Some are from different claws and teeth. But Newts back is covered with scars left by human hands. Graves can tell that they were made from a whip. Graves immediately understands that Newt is not ashamed of the scars left from his creatures. He’s seen all the ones on his chest. He considers them badges left from eventually gaining their trust. The ones left by humans tell a different story. One of pain, lies, betrayal and shame. These scars are more than skin deep. These are the marks that changed Newts views on humankind. Graves makes it all better. Possibly with some nice slow smut just to make newt feel loved

Originally posted by carpelunam