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Sunrise

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The words crashed into your soul and threatened to swallow you like waves at the height of a hurricane, the figurative saltwater choking you in the plush leather chair as Rafael’s hand tightened around yours.

“Come again?”

A doctor with short red hair and a kind, wrinkled face started to explain how all the circuits were meant to click within your frail, human body. Something, somehow, had misfired. Better to be an artificial life form and at least stand the chance of carrying your child to term towards the light of day.

But as the redhead continued, it was far more than a matter of keeping the apple of your shared eyes safe for nine months. You couldn’t even reach that point. Damage defined your insides. And Rafael could take you on your bed or against walls as you checked calendars. It would never make any difference.

“This is a hard pill to swallow,” the doctor said. “Of course you could try for a surrogate.”

“Meaning my husband would have a baby with someone else.”

“Not necessarily.”

You hated the thought and just wanted to leave the room when the doctor cleared his throat and Rafael wiped a tear from your cheek even as his green eyes glistened..

“Maybe we should hear him out.”

“You do that then. Not like I’m going to be part of the equation anyway.”

The feeling of failure enveloped you as you rushed to the stairs and took them two at a time. Rafael was right there, on your heels, and he twisted you around to face him.

“Please don’t be sad,” he begged. “We’re going to figure this out.”

His smile almost soothed your soul, and you tasted the tinge of the spearmint gun he had long since swallowed as you glanced to the nearest door.

“I’m not so sure.”

You flew to the street and tried to ignore the sound of his voice at your back. He would say anything at this point to make you feel better… feel whole again. But this wasn’t the courtroom. He could argue until his silky voice turned hoarse and you would still be so much less than what he signed up for.

And when it is God’s will for the procreation of children…

Essential parts of the vows that you spoke while wearing a white lace dress as you peered at him through a gauzy veil. You wanted to the honor the promise ten times over when he took your hand and revealed your face. A house teeming with babies was part of the plan. And now you had reneged without wanting to.

Mi amor?”

He found you huddled on a bench. Too many feet kept passing by, and you wished that you could sink into the pavement and vanish from the face of the earth. But the wish stayed unfulfilled as Rafael spoke.

“It’s a bad blow,” he said.

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“But it doesn’t have to change—”

“Of course it does!” you insisted. “It ruins everything. And do not try to tell me otherwise.”

There was no way that you would give him a boy that he could teach to be a real man or a daughter to cherish because she would possess his sass and the sweetest aspects of his smile.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’m not enough.”

Rafael placed one arm around your shoulders, and you couldn’t help but fall into his embrace as his lips found your cheeks, trying to erase your tears as he inched closer to your side.

“You know I don’t like lies,” he said. “Not enough?”

The echo of your words hurt your heart, but you could not help but cling to him as you waited for whatever he might say next.

“You’re everything that a little boy from the Bronx could ever want. It’s much more than I deserve.”

“But I can’t give you—”

“You give me this moment,” he started as kisses your wrist. “You get me through each day in court.”

“I’ve seen you with a jury,” you said with a frail laugh. “Like you need my help.”

“I need it most when the tide starts to turn against me. All I have to is picture your face and I know why I need to win. This world must stay safe because you’re in it. ”

His soft voice had nothing on his fingers trailing through your hair. Your eyes locked, and Rafael claimed your lips as he folded you into his arms.

“So no more of this talk,” he whispered. “Holding your heart… we’re miles ahead of any man or woman who ever thought they were in love. Because no one has ever loved like this.”

You struggled to catch your breath as he cupped your chin in his large hands.

“You’re going to make me blush,” you said.

“Good. You look even prettier with roses in your cheeks.”

“And make me fall in love with you all over again.”

“That’s the plan. For the rest of our lives.”

His kiss became a scene from the silent movie that you watched last weekend. Every sound of the city came to a complete stop, and there was no longer the din of traffic or the idea of storm clouds ready to burst. Just that tranquil place where you were the only two people in the world.

And if that was the way it was destined to remain, you let yourself believe that it was more than enough.

Idk why this just clicked with me, but…

When we first met River, I was sort of curious as to why she, the one who’s always saying ‘spoilers’, would tell 10 about something like Darillium. Was it just her thinking out loud about how she should have seen the signs that the Doctor was saying goodbye? That’s what it seemed, at least…

After that, Darillium was something that both we, the audience, and the Doctor cringed at the sound of. That was the end for them; River’s last date with the Doctor before she dies. It should be avoided at all costs. We were all terrified of it.

But now, in retrospect, River wasn’t just casually mentioning Darillium… By telling the Doctor about it, she was MAKING SURE IT HAPPENED. Whereas we always thought of it as something sad, to River, at that moment, Darillium is one of the happiest moments of her life, if not THE happiest. “What a night that was” is 24 YEARS of 'happily ever after’, not a sad send-off like we’d always assumed.

That’s beautiful… and quite frankly, BRILLIANT story telling. You go, Moffat. Four for you.

We Are Overwatch

I doubt this will get much attention, and if it does, I’m about to get blasted, but I have to say it, because it’s really bothering me and my friends.

Overwatch has created amazing characters, with beautiful back stories and diverse aesthetics. Each character should be defined by their history, what they have achieved, what they have done to effect the world of Overwatch and its rich story driven lore. Sadly this is not the case in the community, as we’ve chosen to ignore what makes these characters amazing, subjugating them to forced sexual orientation and body image, or even claiming that the characters themselves are transgender. It seem like the vast majority of people .. like these characters for the wrong reasons, when we’ve been given so much canon history about these character’s accomplishments. 

Before I continue, I do not discriminate against anyone, regardless of sexuality, skin color, male or female, whether you identity as both, or neither. If you’re transgender, or otherwise! I don’t care who you are, as long as you’re not hurting anyone mentally or physically, I will be your friend, period. With that being said, I hope I have made myself clear here before you raise up your torches and pitchforks.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76 is my favorite character in the world of Overwatch, and not because he may be straight, or gay, or trans either. His sexual orientation and gender identity do not define him as a person. I love Soldier 76 for what he stood for. He was the leader of Overwatch, their Strike Commander. He inspired his fellow Overwatch agents, and they looked up to him as their moral compass. He pushed Overwatch to be the best it could be, till the very end. Now I feel for him, because he’s lost everything, and he’s struggling to make sense of it all by exposing those who brought Overwatch down. He’s in pain, he feels like he’s failed Overwatch and his friends. He’s just a soldier now, enacting justice behind a mask, a fallen hero. That’s what defines him, not who he’s sleeping with, or what gender he identifies with.

Moving on from that, the Mei stuff needs to stop. I see so many hateful people on tumblr getting so salty with how she’s drawn in fan art. Her body shape should not define her as a person. This woman was a brilliant scientist! She literally introduced cutting-edge innovations in the field of climate manipulation, helping the planet with her work! She is an intelligent, selfless hero trying to make the world better for everyone! THAT is what should make her great, not because she’s skinny, or heavier, or that she might be trans, or a lesbian.

When I think of Lucio, I do not think of a black character on the Overwatch roster of playable heroes. He’s an inspirational figure who motivates his city and comrades through music, to make change for a better world! I do not see skin color when I see people, I see people, that is all. Lucio is a beautiful character, with brilliant back story. He cared so much for the people around him suffering due to the Omnic Crisis. He wanted to find a way to lift the people’s spirits, and he did through his beautiful music! By doing that he became a celebrity years later, and was able to further use that status to make a difference in a positive way. How amazing is that, he’s a symbol for positive social change, that’s what should define him, not his ethnic back round, or that he might be trans.

Zarya is a strong individual, not just physically, but mentally. Immensely ambitious and disciplined, she makes a great role model. Zarya is one of the world’s strongest women, a celebrated athlete who sacrificed personal glory to protect her family, friends, and country in a time of war against the Omnics. She literally put aside her own desires and aspirations, something she trained her entire life for, to enlist into the local defense forces, sacrificing the life of fame and fortune as a professional athlete! Imagine having to give up something that meant that much to you? She could of pursued her dreams, and the world would of probably still beat back the Omnics, but she chose to fight anyway, because it was the RIGHT thing to do. I respect her so much for that, she’s such a selfless person! 

Her sexual orientation should NOT be what’s great about her, her gender identity should not be what’s great about her, they do not DEFINE her. She’s literally a hero in every sense of the word, a person anyone could look up to and aspire to be!

I could keep going forever on this, because all of the characters suffer from this problem, but I only wanted to name a few for the sake of making this short. I doubt this will sit well with the majority of you, but try and read this with an open mind. Stop subjugating these characters, stop labeling them. If you need to throw in your own spin on a character to make them interesting to you, do you truly like that character to begin with? Should a character’s skin color be why you like them? Should a character’s weight, may it be thin or heavy, be a factor whether you love them or not?

WE ARE OVERWATCH

WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THIS SARAH PAULSON HATE ON HER TAG TONIGHT I MEAN COME ON LOOK AT HER 😍

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Photoset inspired by thayde-said‘s amazing fanfic:

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