because i can... therefore i will

7 years ago, a band that changed my life drastically was formed. I’m forever grateful for that moment, for it has shaped me into the woman I am today.

Because of One Direction, I gained an interest in reading and writing fanfiction. This was probably the greatest impact they’ve had on my life, and it’s something that I entirely credit One Direction for. Without them, I would have never began to write, and therefore, would have never created this blog in 2013. Their existence and this fandom pushed me forward when it came to my writing, and completely inspired me and helped me grow as an author.

I would have never been where I am today without them, and for that I can’t thank them enough.

I also have met so many amazing friends because of One Direction. Honestly, they have been some of the best people I’ve ever met and I love them with every bit of my soul. My friends on Tumblr have inspired me and changed me for the better. I love them all greatly, so thank you to all of my amazing friends ❤️ You mean the absolute world to me.

One Direction changed my life and I’ll always love them for that. I’m so blessed to be apart of this fandom ❤️ I love One Direction and love all of you in words I can’t explain. Thank you for everything you’ve given me.

I don’t believe the grey area exists. For me, it’s just a space that people, who can’t make up their minds, created. I hate being undecided, to me that is cowardice. I choose which one I think is best for me and just fuck it. I’ll accept whatever consequences will come afterwards because it was a choice I made, therefore I will own up to it. Yes, there are times that both options will have advantages and disadvantages, but I really do not like people who do not know what they want. We always know which side of the coin to choose, but we take a long pause in deciding because we are afraid of the outcome. We do not want to blame ourselves for the result or have regrets therefore we just stay in limbo wherein we float in between the two options becoming indefinitely stagnant. There is only black and white. Yes or no. Night and day. Heads or tails. Good or bad. Win or lose. Everything is binary; 0 or 1. So, the next time you are conflicted, decide! Life will not wait for you as you keep reading between the lines. No matter how long you stare in that space, you won’t find any answers because you keep ignoring the words altogether. Stop looking for something that isn’t there. You know what you want. Choose for yourself.
—  AM // black + white

Do any other AFAB transmasc people sometimes get really upset when they look at AFAB people who are really feminine because they’re so aesthetically pleasing and you wish you could be comfortable in more feminine expression and therefore not have to drastically alter your face and body every day with binders, clothes and contour makeup etc (not that it makes much difference with me because my chest will never be flat hooray for large chests) but you just can’t be comfortable in it because being perceived as a woman is so distressing because that’s not what you are. I think it’s one of the reasons I get so angry when people say being nonbinary is a trend. I wish I could embrace my femininity because I make a much prettier girl than a boy (plus body wise I’m an hourglass so I fit the beauty standard for women much better than for men) but I just can’t feel comfortable in it y know.

someone: why do you read so much soulmate shit it’s cheesy 

me internally: uhh probably because i’m obsessed with the idea of unconditional love and someone who won’t abandon me. the idea that i am destined for love and therefore inherently lovable means more to me than i can express with words, and compounded with the idea of someone who will love me forever, the concept of soulmates truly appeal to the (large) part of me that makes me feel that i’m going to die alone

me aloud: i just think it’s neat

hey i know we’re super excited about brendon going on broadway for kinky boots and i think that’s super rad!! but i’m a little concered realizing a lot of people are going to go because it’s brendon, therefore might not go to musicals or plays much and concerts have very different ettiquete than theater so like. just please don’t go expecting it to be like a concert. theater has different rules

  • you only applaud after musical numbers or after acts/heavy scenes. basically when everyone is applauding
  • don’t call out names or cheer when the room is silent. it’s disrespectful

  • you can laugh ofc if something is funny!! that’s normal. just don’tr try to draw attention or distract anyone. it’s like a movie, they have to remember a lot onstage

  • don’t bring signs or anything like that

  • dress a little nicer. theater you try to wear like what you would to church. not everyone does but for instance i saw book of mormon when i was 16 and i wore a suit jacket style coat and nice shoes and it was passable. a lot of people were dressed even nicer at a comedy musical like that

have fun just don’t go expecting it to be like a concert. this is mostly just to younger people who may not have gone to these things?? yeah

anonymous asked:

You do threaten me though. Your existence threatens my world because you exist in a grey area. You dye your hair unnatural colours and stretch out your earlobes to show that you do not conform, but all I feel when I see pictures of you is fear. Because you pretend to be tiny and cute but who you truly are...well, it doesn't exist, so you are not supposed to be who you are, and I am terrified by that. Do you think you are so important that people must pluralize your pronoun?

Okay, I hear you. So I don’t think you have any reason to be afraid of me– you can’t really control how you feel, but you can control how you think, so I’m going to try to reason with you point by point and let you know why I don’t think you should be afraid of me. All that I ask is that you read this with an open mind.

- I don’t dye my hair or stretch my ears as some sort of exercise of non-conformity– I just like the way it looks. It isn’t even really an act of non-conformity because the society, that I live in permits that type of self-expression– it’s allowed. I’m not breaking the law or anything.

- I really don’t know what to make of you suggesting that who I am doesn’t exist, or that I am something that I am not supposed to be. I don’t particularly believe in any sort of creator so I don’t know who exactly would be the authority on what I’m “supposed to be,” but I really don’t think that you’re the authority on who I should or shouldn’t be, because we’ve never met. Also, you claim that what I am doesn’t exist, but I really think you should tell that to all of the terrifying, like-minded people in my inbox that are asking me if it’s okay to express themselves the way that they want to. They’re afraid to act on their feelings, or in other words: they’re afraid to be themselves. I personally don’t think that there’s anything scary about them.

- Self-importance is kind of tough for any individual to avoid, because we can only really experience life in our own shoes. We have to prioritize ourselves to some extent or else we won’t take care of ourselves– which is exactly what I’m trying to do. So yeah, I guess I do think I’m kind of important… at least important enough to try and give myself as good of a life as I can, but I don’t really think that’s abnormal. I like to be referred to a specific way, because that’s what’s most comfortable for me. You wouldn’t want someone to call you the wrong name; I don’t want someone to refer to me using the wrong pronouns (Quick sidenote: when referring to a shadowy figure whose identity is concealed by a cloak and a mask you would describe their actions by saying something like “they reached for the doorknob,” because their gender is indeterminate; therefore, singular they/them pronouns exist).

Look, the main thing to focus on is that I really don’t mean you any harm– I truly don’t! I hope that you can go on to live a happy life. I just couldn’t leave this, because historically, nothing good ever comes from this kind of fear.

the signs when they've had enough of everyone's shit:
  • Aries: *scrolls through memes on instagram* you will beg on your feet when i destroy the world one day smh *forgets the fight and hugs you 2 mins afterwards*
  • Taurus: Give me a coffee or I will write a novel and insult you all in it because im too nice to say it in your face
  • Gemini: *smiles evily and plots your death in spanish* yes Karen I love you haha :)
  • Cancer: *sighs* what can i do when i love them
  • Leo: *screams while crying* I WAS THE BEST AND YOU WILL YEARN FOR ME ONE DAY BUT I WoNT BE HERE
  • Virgo: *puts glasses on and invites you for tea* Sit down, we need to have a deep, thorough conversation and analyze all the possible aspects of the spheres of our conflict, therefore solving it properly, without further misconceptions on that particular topic.
  • Libra: Ya'll don't deserve me smh but ur all my friends and i wont do anything bad bc i love u
  • Scorpio: *sobs up* I just wanted to be supportive but y'all dont know when to stop
  • Sagittarius: *kills everyone in their way with their laser-beam eyes*
  • Capricorn: Oh look, Im sad, therefore im gonna turn off my phone, stay at home for 3 millenias and play trashy video games
  • Aquarius: *finds new friends and doesnt even give a shit about their old friends*
  • Pisces: I just need to get laid, otherwise I promise there will be casualties
  • INSTAGRAM: the.signs.daily
Why you should watch Wynonna Earp
  • NO BURY YOUR GAY TROPE.
  • Healthy relationship portrayal
  • Good bisexual representation
  • The lgbt couple is canon!
  • The main character is flawed and a person people would label as a “screw-up” but you see her grow as a person and you see that just because she has flaws and she messed up, just because she’s funny doesn’t mean she can’t also be beautiful and strong and brave.
  • It has kick ass female leads!
  • The platonic relationships are always just as important as the romantic ones, if not more.
  • Kick ass fight scenes.
  • SO MUCH SARCASM.
  • There is a character called Nicole Haught as in Haught Damn. The gays be screaming.
  • It has elements of Western shooting but set in modern day.
  • Complex and interesting character backstories.
  • It is really quick witted and funny.
  • The characters can actually swear.
  • Team “shut up and do as he says” are squad goals.
  • Ass-kicking and crime fighting whilst in a classy dress anyone?!
  • The show isn’t afraid to talk about hard-hitting issues such as Wynonna being sent away because people thought she was crazy.
  • The characters are all really amazing except Champ he can choke. They are flawed, they make mistakes but they are all different and good in their own way.
  • It’s set in Canada therefore it has to be good. I don’t make the rules.
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“If efforts never lied, the one who practices the most would win time after time. But, as of course, no matter how hard a person works, if they can’t win, they can’t win. And conversely, much younger athletes may overtake them forcefully. Therefore, efforts do lie. But that doesn’t mean efforts are in vain. It is precisely because efforts lie that we are prompted to think about how to work hard in a different way, and find the correct direction in which to expend our efforts.” – Yuzuru Hanyu

The way Bangtan would have sex (M)

d i s c l a i m e r || this is just my opinion based on the general idea of their character I have formed through out the years. Of course you could have a totally different opinion than mine (since we’re all different people, we also perceive things differently) and of course I have no way of knowing if I even came close to the reality so take it as it is: an opinion of a fellow ARMY. Thank you :)

w a r n i n g || the contents of this post are only for a mature audience to see - that’s why it’s under the cut - and it’s heavily N S F W because it doesn’t contain only words but also gif depictions of love making.

C R E D I T S OF THE GIFS TO RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

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CONFESSION: 

My “canon” DA heroes are all human females, either warriors or rogues. This is because I’m a human female, and I have four invisible, life-disrupting disabilities - I game on casual because I play life on hard mode. So I play these strong, courageous women who are just enough like myself that, for a little while, I can pretend I’m a normal healthy person. It really bothers me, therefore, when people put down my preferences as “unimaginative.” For me, health is a fantasy in its own right!        

MOD NOTE:  May you continue to stay strong confessor.   

Where's My Love

Requested: Nope

Based off a prompt list #6 linked Here

#6 “I thought I told you that we’re friends and nothing more!”

I also recommend listening to the song Where’s My Love by: Syml. 

Which also influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were new to the school, you were awkward and shy like you always were whenever you moved schools’. You soon fell into a group of friends that you loved. You were extremely close with Peter, sometimes you believed that you two could be something, but you knew he loved Liz, making you distance yourself to see if he’d notice.

Warnings: Lots of sadness prepare yourself.

Word Count: 2,751

A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been a realllyy long time since I’ve written anything and I genuinely apologize for that. I’ve been in a really dark slump lately and haven’t been motivated at all. But I’m trying my best to get back into writing and making you all happy. Therefore, I’m writing a Spider-Man Homecoming imagine because how can you not love Peter Parker? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)

Side Note: I wrote this so sad that I was crying while typing it.

Originally posted by sddonald22

You had transferred schools’ three times now, your father was always traveling because of his job, meaning your whole family had to travel with him.

You didn’t mind the traveling part, however the transferring of schools’ that you did mind.

You hated being the new kid at school, you were always the topic of the day until everyone got used to you being there.

Everyone would stare and talk about you behind your back, some would be nice and some not so nice.

You had to admit, you weren’t the best at making friends, you were more of a loner, an awkward person that didn’t socialize with others very well, you were extremely shy.

That is till you met your dream team of friends.

You were once again traveling, this time to New York, and attending to Midtown High School.

You assumed it was going to be like the rest of the times you transferred, everyone would stare and look at you and talk about you.

But this was different, someone actually noticed you, someone actually talked to you.

It was during lunch, you saw a girl and two guys sitting at a table by themselves, you figured they wouldn’t mind you sitting there along with them, so you did.

This intrigued them all, they had never seen you before.

“Hey, quiet one, who are you?” The girl asked, making you snap your head in her direction.

You looked around at first, before pointing a finger at yourself as if to ask ‘are you talking to me?’ which made her nod.

You swallowed nervously, not used to having to speak.

“I uh.. My name is Y/N, I just moved here.” You gave a shy smile, which only made the girl nod in curiosity.

“I see.. Well my name is Michelle, but you can call me MJ.” She smiled slightly, going back to her book.

You nodded, before glancing at the two boys who were staring at you.

You raised an eyebrow, making them snap back into reality and try to hide the fact they were looking at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, making them smile.

“I know Michelle just asked you your name, but can you tell us again?” The brunette asked, making you even more nervous.

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled slightly, messing with the ends of your hair.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter and this is Ned.” He smiled, as Ned waved a friendly hello at you.

You laughed quietly, waving back.

“So, how’s your first day going?” Peter asked, making you nearly choke on your water.

You were confused as to why they were still talking to you, so this threw you off guard and into complete embarrassment.

“It’s uh.. going as it usually does?” You spoke more as a question than an answer.

“Do you transfer a lot?” Ned asked, making you nod sadly.

“My third time.” You shrugged, letting out a small sigh.

They both nodded understandingly, and soon before you knew it, you all became best friends.

You’ll always remember that day in the cafeteria, the first day you actually made friends.

Now it was a normal routine to have lunch with all of them, talk about whatever tests or labs that you all had coming up.

However, the only thing coming up was homecoming.

Over the past few months you’d been at Midtown High, you started developing feelings for your best friend Peter.

You didn’t know how it happened, but it just did and it scared you.

“We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy.” You heard Peter tell Ned as they were off staring at Liz Allen.

The girl of Peter’s dreams.

A girl that wasn’t you.

You knew about Peter’s love for Liz, he made it extremely obvious.

You did your best to not show how much it bothered you, but it started to push you to your limits.

He would talk about her outfit, or her hair, or just her in general whenever he could.

And it killed you.

Michelle soon figured out your secret, that you liked Peter, she promised she wouldn’t tell, but she knew how much it killed you to see him chase after a different girl.

“So, I want to ask Liz to homecoming but I don’t know how, she probably already has a date, why would she even go with me-” Peter rambled, but Ned cut him off.

“Dude, chill, just ask her.” He slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him blink a few times.

You just sat there, quietly listening to it all.

“Y/N, what do you think I should do? You’re a girl, what do you like?” Peter questioned, sitting down in a chair in front of you.

You bit your lip before thinking.

“Okay.. If you were to say, as an example as me to homecoming, I’d like it if you made a cheesy sign and have flowers asking me.” You nodded, before looking back at Peter.

You both locked eye contact for a moment, and you could have sworn something happened in those few seconds.

But it was soon ripped away as Peter clapped his hands, telling you how brilliant you were.

You gave a fake smile, wishing it would be for you instead.

There were only two days left till homecoming, Peter still hadn’t asked Liz to homecoming, something about wanting it to be perfect.

You had hit your breaking point, you were done being around him when all he did was talk about Liz.

You decided to distance yourself from him and Ned those next few days.

Your headphones plugged into your ears that way you could avoid them if they talked to you.

You even started sitting down with Michelle rather than with them at lunch.

At first they both thought you were just being nice and wanted to sit with her, but then as it became more frequent they got curious as to why you had been avoiding them.

If only they really knew the truth.

The day of homecoming soon arrived, you had decided against going, not wanting to see Peter and Liz dance together.

Michelle tried to convince you to go with her, but even she knew you wouldn’t have fun.

You had avoided Peter and Ned for three days now, you could tell they were getting annoyed with you, but you didn’t care.

You were laying on the couch, watching Netflix with an ice cream tub in your lap.

You weren’t going to lie, you wished you were at homecoming, you hated being at home, but you couldn’t afford seeing someone you liked so much to be with someone else.

You were about to take a spoonful of ice cream when you heard a knock at your door.

You huffed, getting up and heading to the door, only to reveal Peter standing before you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He spoke, frustration evident in his voice.

You let him in, confusion displaced on your face.

“Okay, talk.” You crossed your arms, looking at him.

He was pacing back and forth, making you even more confused.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He blurted out, making your eyes widened a bit.

“I-I haven’t.. I mean.. What are you talking about?” You stammered, making him glare at you.

“You know what I’m talking about, for the past three days you haven’t been talking to me, listening to me, even eating lunch with me.” He was counting off everything, and it was all true.

You looked around the apartment, refusing to look at Peter.

“What did I do?” He questioned, his voice cracking which made you look at him instantly.

He looked like he was about to cry, breaking your heart instantly.

“You love someone else.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

Peter looked at you confused at first, before realization hit him.

“Y/N, when we first met, I thought that I told you we’re friends and nothing more!” He closed his eyes, speaking loudly which made you swallow nervously.

“I didn’t mean to.. I-I tried not to.. I-I” You stammered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Peter just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.

You were pleading he’d say something or do something, just something to make everything okay again.

“I think I’m going to go. I have to meet Liz for homecoming.” He sighed, refusing to look at you before walking out the door.

It was a moment like this that you never felt so low.

Your heart was breaking, your sobbing was becoming uncontrollable, and you had nobody to lean on.

She hides away, like a ghost,

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way.

You wanted to call Michelle, but you didn’t want to ruin her homecoming.

You wanted to call Ned, to tell him everything, and by everything you meant everything.

But mainly you wanted to call Peter, to explain everything.

But every time you picked up your phone, you remembered the way he was before he left.

He was upset with you, for liking him.

And that upset you too.

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for him, but it just happened.

You couldn’t take being trapped in your apartment, so you decided to go for a walk.

You grabbed your jacket, heading outside.

It was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind.

You needed to clear your mind, mainly to get Peter off your mind.

You figured he was at the dance right now, with Liz, Ned, and Michelle, dancing and having fun.

You felt another tear slip down your cheek, you looked miserable, anyone could see that clear as day.

What you didn’t know though was that Peter decided to not go with Liz, he had arrived at the dance with her, but told her he had to go, and everyone knew why.

Because of you.

It’s always been you.

He rushed back as quick as he could to your apartment, but felt his heart drop when you didn’t answer.

It was times like this that he liked being Spider-Man, he climbed through your window to see you really weren’t there, creating him to panic.

Did you run away?

Did you run away?

I don’t need to know if you ran away,

If you ran away,

Come back home,

Just come home.

Peter was out looking for you, he knew that in certain times you went on walks, but what made him nervous was that it was at night, and it was his fault you were out there.

He flew all over the streets, until he spotted you.

I got fear, oh, in my blood,

She was carried up into the clouds,

High above.

He rushed down to you, you had been hit by a drunk driver, Peter never felt worse in his entire life.

His heart dropped to his stomach, his eyes watering behind the mask.

“Y/N, hey, wake up, come on, please.” He begged, holding your face in his hands.

He begged, pleading for you to wake up and tell him what an idiot he was for not seeing how much you liked him sooner.

He wanted to hear you laugh, he wanted to see your shy smile you always gave him.

You opened your eyes for a brief second, seeing a red blur, you could hear mumbling but it was faint.

You could barely recognize the voice as Peter, which only made you smile just thinking about him.

Peter was doing his best to keep you awake, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded, but he knew he was losing an ending battle.

You did your best to keep them open, but your eyes slowly fell shut, one last tear slipping down your cheek.

You laid there, limp, making Peter scream in anger and sadness.

He lost the one true person who genuinely cared for him, and he blamed himself for it.

If he had only stayed there with you and talked it out, this wouldn’t have happened.

If he had just listened to you, or paid more attention to how you acted around him this all could have been prevented.

But it was too late.

Peter didn’t even care at this point, he ripped off his mask, pulling you into his arms, angry sobs escaping from his mouth.

That was a day Peter would remember forever, something he could never forget, the day his true love died in his arms.

Cold Bones.

Yeah, that’s my love,

She hides away, like a ghost.

Preferences: First ‘I Love You’s

Requested by @aelinashryvergalathynius22 (I worked on this instead of part 7 oh well I needed a distraction)

Rowan:

He says it right before you’re about to leave for a long time. He kisses you passionately and whispers it into your mouth and then sends you on your way before you can even reciprocate the feelings. You cherish the words close to your heart every time you miss him - which is all the time - and a lovesick smile never fails to make it’s way onto your lips every time. When you get back, you race right into his strong arms, feeling home, holding him tightly as he lifts you from the ground. ‘I love you too,” You murmur into his shoulder, and Rowan’s arms tighten just a bit. You don’t part for many minutes. 

Rhysand:

He’s known it ever since he first saw you. He’s wanted to say it every day, every moment since then, but has reigned himself in, refusing to lose you because he can’t control his emotions. Finally, a good couple months after you are together, Rhys finally says it. You’re on a bridge of all places - Rhys says it was so he could jump off it if you had a bad reaction and you slap him for talking that way - and you are both looking out at the slowly flowing river and the sunset just beyond the horizon. His arms are curved around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder and he finally works up the courage to say what he has wanted to for what seems like forever. ‘I love you,’ he announces, tensing just a bit when you don’t respond right away. He awkwardly coughs, ‘just thought you should know.’ You chuckle, relaxing into his hold and leaning back into his chest a bit. “Rhys, I love you too, I didn’t think this was hidden knowledge.’ And that’s when Rhysand realizes that he wasn’t actually being as discrete about his feelings as he thought, and those three words don’t have to be said for both of them to know they are true. 

Dorian:

He says it for the first time during sex, which, for such a avid book reader and romance enthusiast, is actually a bit disappointing. To make up for it though, Dorian worships your body, murmuring those three words into each and every crevice and corner of it. ‘I love you,’ he whispers again when both of your are spent, tucking your into his side and kissing your temple ‘I love you so much, you don’t even know.’ ‘Well you gave me a pretty good estimate just then,’ you giggle, tracing random patterns along his chest. ‘You’re wicked, you know that right?’ He chuckles. ‘I know, but you love me,’ He murmurs into your hair, ‘That I do,’ That thought running through your head sends large waves of tingles throughout your body, making your toes curl and your cheeks hurt with how much you are smiling. Dorian loves you.

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I love Tumblr feminism but it is so damn West-centric. 

I realise, I realise perfectly, that women get raped and murdered and tortured in the West too. And I am in NO WAY undermining any of that. But feminism is such a complex issue and I’ve come to realise that feminism for one woman is not feminism for the other. 

For one woman, feminism is the right to wear the tightest, shortest clothes and not be degraded or attacked for it. For another woman, it is literally the right to be born. No feminism is more or less “valid”. Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not saying that your rights are any less important. But feminism is so layered, and I find that–at least on tumblr–much of feminism’s other sides aren’t talked about as much. 

I can only speak reliably for women of my own country. 

It is honestly dangerous for me to be out of the house, alone, after a certain time of night. It’s risky for me to get wet in the rain because I’d look “sexy” and therefore I’m “asking for it”. In the burning heat of summer, I have to think twice about wearing anything short or sleeveless or in any way comfortable, because it would be “indecent” of me. It’s dangerous for me to wear a skirt, or a dress, unless I’m moving from a car to an indoor area, I’m cat-called on my way to college when I’m literally just wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, it’s dangerous for me to enter a taxi alone because I’m at the driver’s mercy, it’s dangerous for me to turn a man down because I could literally HAVE ACID THROWN ON MY FACE, and when I talk about issues like rape, powerful men in powerful offices in the country literally try to blame anything else but the rapist, including (and this is what an actual politician said), “spicy chinese food that gives men fire”. In my country it’s illegal for pregnant women to do a sex determination procedure because most people, when finding out that the unborn child is female, abort her. Doctors take bribes and do the test anyway. Aborted female foetuses are often fed to stray dogs or thrown into sewers. Female babies that are born are often murdered. There are places where local village councils don’t allow women to own mobile phones because it would give them too much freedom. Women are pulled out of school–children!–and young college students, to get married, because a woman’s only job is to give birth to a boy, and why not start right after her body is able to carry a baby, right? Martial rape isn’t against the crime, because some lawyers and judges literally can’t wrap their head around the fact that married women can be raped by their husbands.  Lesbians–they’re not even allowed the freedom to have sex. (Section 377). Trans women, are of course, not even considered human beings. 

And as bad as the women in my country have it, I realise that I am, in fact constitutionally, granted SO much more freedom than women of other countries. The law gives me the right to wear what I want, go where I please, drive a car, be alone. The law gives me freedom, even if my society does not. As a cis, straight woman, I am not considered an abomination against nature. And therefore when I read about the lives of women in countries worse of than mine, I am reminded that I am, in fact, endlessly privileged. My nationality grants me equal status with a man, my parents–progressive and feminist as they are–give me freedoms that even some of my friends don’t have (such as the freedom to choose the man I marry), my education and financial status give me the freedom to dream of what I can be in the future. I am lucky.

Feminism for women in my country is when a girl’s father tells me, “I’m going to educate my daughter like a boy, I want her to become a government servant.” I don’t think, how dare he choose a profession for his daughter, she has the right to choose! I think, wow, he’s giving her an education. 

Feminism for a woman in my country is when I tell my Australian cousin that, “it’s actually getting MUCH better. Child marriage has reduced.”

Feminism is when I have to explain to a New Zealander that, my father doesn’t force me to do anything. He doesn’t dictate the clothes I wear or where I go, or who I meet. I listen to him because I love and respect his judgement, and I know that when he looks at the crop top I’m wearing and asks, in badly-hidden surprise, “You’re wearing that?” it’s not because he has a problem with me showing skin, it’s because he’s terrified of me getting raped or killed. And when I talk about boys with my mother, it’s not because she’s forcing me to get married at the age of 18 to a man of her choosing, it’s because I have a crush and I want someone to talk to. That is more than what I can say for over 50% of my friends. 

No “version” of feminism is inherently more valid than the other. But Western feminism tends to discuss issues like equal pay and sexualisation in media, which are literally so far out of the issues women from less liberated societies face. And I believe that those women deserved to be acknowledged as well. 

Feminism should be about all women, of all backgrounds, otherwise we might as well not bother. 

anonymous asked:

I'm not trying to come off as rude, but how is lance smarter than keith? Because impulse and intellect are two different things, so if your arguement is that Keith is more impulsive than Lance, meaning Lance is smarter, it is an invalid arguement.

I don’t take it as rude at all anon, don’t worry! And you also aren’t the first person I’ve met to wonder why I believe Lance is the smarter of the two either, so let me break it down:

“ if your argument is that Keith is more impulsive than Lance, meaning Lance is smarter, it is an invalid argument.” 

I agree 110%. I am also a firm believer that this doesn’t count because being rash or impulsive has NOTHING to do with intellect. So don’t worry, that isn’t my argument at all ^^

My arguments below the cut:

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so someone asked me, “why did we not see the balloon squad pray?”

2 reasons.

1. maybe they’re not as religious as sana is - which is okay. we don’t all, always, pray our salah. sometimes we miss it because of cirumstances, whilst some people simply don’t pray that much, and that’s okay! each muslim’s islam is personal to themselves, we must therefore not judge.

2. and i think this is probably a bigger reason why: because sana is the main, and we, right now, are living as though we are the main. we are sana. sana is us. and so, i think it was only right, that the first time the salah is shown to be prayed on the show, that it be shown by having sana pray only, so that we as viewers can understand the magnitude of how sacred the salah is. so that we can understand how much meaning, and value it holds. so that we can understand that “oh, okay, so before salah, you have to find a bathroom to perform wudhu, and then you have to make sure after your wudhu, that you remain in a clean state, and then we have to find a room and locate the direction of the qiblah (the direction of the ka’abah in makkah) and then we have to make sure we shift our entire focus, from the world, to solely on Allah, and then we can start praying.” 

julie wanted us to feel the weight of this moment firsthand, as a outer body experience, so that it would remain resonated within us. if we had the boys join in, our focus would be less on sana, and more on the boys - which is wrong, because in salah, the focus should be only on Allah alone, because we are establishing a direct one to one communication with him, and all our thought should be on that.

and now that we’ve felt that, through sana, we can understand the magnitude of the salah. so now, when indeed, if we do see the boys pray together, then we’ll understand how much the salah means to them through sana’s eyes, because we’ve felt it firsthand within the 1st episode, through this clip. 

destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.


Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.


EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

So I just saw the Castlevania animated series on Netflix.

I’ve never played any of the games but I did know someone who was obsessed with the artwork of Ayami Kojima, who’s the games’ concept artist. Therefore, my knowledge prior to watching the series can be distilled down to:

a. Alucard wants Dracula, his father, dead for various reasons, but mostly because Dracula is Evil.

b. There’s a family surnamed Belmont in this series and they help Alucard out.

and

c. Everyone is blindingly pretty unless they’re monsters (excepting Dracula because you can’t share genetics with someone who looks like Alucard and not be gorgeous yourself).

So when I saw the Castlevania animated series pop up on my Netflix queue one fine night, I decided to give it a shot. And you know what?

I like it. The animation quality’s very good, and the voice work isn’t half bad (there’s some over-acting in some places that made me cringe a wee bit, but that’s probably just me). What I find especially impressive is they managed to get Richard Armitage AND Graham McTavish to do voice work. I mean, I know they’re not Marvel-famous or anything but they’re not small-time talents either, so kudos to the casting team for getting them to sign up.

Kudos also to the writing team, because they’ve created a damn fine script, with great dramatic highlights and enough humorous lines and moments to keep things interesting.

The only problem I have with this is that it’s so. Damn. Short. Like: seriously, four episodes only? Netflix, c’mon: this isn’t like you. Either you follow up with four more episodes in three months’ time (which would be appropriate, since it’d be October, which means Halloween), or give me a full ten-episode thing so I don’t feel so shortchanged and can do a halfway-decent bingewatch session.

And one more thing:

I would bang Trevor Belmont like a screen door in a hurricane - but only after he took a bath first. A long one. In hot water. With plenty of soap. And maybe a tick-and-lice treatment, just to be sure. But yeah: would otherwise definitely bang Trevor Belmont. 

Are people still only claiming whatever blackness they have in order to silence other black people online? Blackness isn’t a costume you put on whenever you feel like it. If you’re gonna be black, be it everyday, every second of the hour. Not just when it’s convenient for you. You utilize blackness only to justify and perpetuate anti-black behavior. You don’t care about the culture, you don’t care about the history, you don’t care about black identity unless it benefits you in some selfish manner. “Well, my granddaddy was black, therefore I can say really nasty things about black people and not receive any criticism for it. I’m only black under those circumstances. Not when it actually matters because I don’t care about blackness. I only care what it can do for me.”

HOW TO REMEMBER WHAT YOU STUDY

As a psychology student, I have studied about Memory; its encoding, storage and retrieval process, how memory is organised in our minds, and how we can improve our memory. 

Studying involves using our memory because we may need to remember excessive information at a time during examinations, or to understand complex concepts which may include a lot of numbers, formulas, or labeling of diagrams etc. Therefore, I feel that knowing some memory techniques or knowing how to remember or retrieve what we’ve already learnt will be extremely useful for students or even for people who work. 

There are many suggested ways in which we can improve our memory. There are some memory aids we may use like making Mnemonics, which is a technique which relies on the linking of ‘to-be-remembered’ information with an organised set of images or words that are already firmly established in our long-term memory and can therefore serve as reminder cues. To make this definition easier, we can imagine a cloakroom where “reminder cues” are pegs and the “to-be-remembered” information is hung on these pegs! For example, to remember the names of Great Lakes we can associate the first letter of every lake with the word HOMES - Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior. 

Another Mnemonic device is ‘Stories You Tell Yourself’ which is to relate the information in a made-up story. For example, if we need to remember the following list of words; lumberjack, dart, skate, hedge, colony duck, furniture, stocking, pillow, mistress 
We can remember these unrelated items by relating them together in a story we make up. The made up story might go as follows: “a lumberjack darted out of the forest, skated around a hedge past a colony of ducks. he tripped on some furniture, tearing his stocking, while rushing toward the pillow where his mistress lay.” 

Yet another technique is Chunking. It simply means grouping or combining certain parts of information and remembering those chunks of information instead of the whole information all together. For example, if we are required to remember a credit card number- 19141609007, it would help to break down the number into chunks. The first four numbers can be remembered as an year in history, the next four numbers can be chunked as a date too, while the last three numbers form a chunk which is easy to remember by itself. 

For all the above techniques it is important to use our originality, creativity or imagination, because that would enable us to remember what we have learnt more clearly and accurately. It is  important to understand that these techniques help us to remember what we have learnt more clearly because we are LINKING or ASSOCIATING new information with ALREADY STORED information in our minds. 



Mnemonics are fun to use and can be helpful in remembering many things. We all want to remember what we need to know in courses or in our work, as we can best and so we will need to go beyond the mnemonic techniques


1. Study is work and takes time

We all have been in a situation where we leave homework or essays till the last day because we think it won’t take as much time. But, we all regret it later because studying is work, and it definitely takes up time. So, plan a schedule that you can stick to. During the time you set aside for study, work at it instead of talking to your friends or spending massive amounts of time on Instagram/Tumblr/Youtube. If we spend that time scheduled for study by studying, we will find that we still have plenty of time left for other activities.  

2. Rehearse the Information

Rehearsal is simply keeping the new information at the center of attention by repeating it silently or aloud. The more an item of information is rehearsed, the more likely it is to be remembered, because it will get transferred to our long-term memory. In the last few years, experiments have indicated that the sheer amount of rehearsal may be less important than the ways in which the information is rehearsed. Maintenance rehearsal is simply going over and over what is to be remembered. It is a passive repetition of the information (merely repeating the information). Elaborative rehearsal is more likely to succeed because it involves organizing and giving meaning to the information as it is being rehearsed. It is an active process of repetition- thinking about what is being rehearsed in an effort to relate it to other things that we know or are learning. 

3. Organize the Information

While rehearsing, we will start to organize or arrange the information into categories, groups or in a way which makes “sense” to us. This is called Organizational Encoding. We may make tables, charts, diagrams, separate information through headings, subheadings or paragraphs, make groups or categories to organize the information. We can do this both mentally or/and also on paper through making notes.

4. Test Yourself

After planning, rehearsing and organizing the information try to get an idea of how much you remember. If you study by breaking the study material into parts, test yourself after each part. Go back over what you have studied using the organized material (headings, pointers, diagrams, tables, flashcards etc) as reminder cues.This will tell you what you know and what you need to work on. By testing ourselves, we will also be practicing our retrieval skills. 

5. Revise/Review before Examination

We may forget many details we learned. Use the organization of the study material and go back over the things you have forgotten, relearning them the way you learned them in the first place. It is important to relearn the information in the same way because the information is already stored and organized and just needs brushing up, so following the same path of learning will speed up the process of remembering what you have learnt. Revising/reviewing should also be based on the type of examination you are taking. Long answer type/essay type questions will usually look for major ideas and experiments which support the information. Trying to think of what the questions will be ahead of time and practicing the answers to them is a good idea. For MCQ’s/objective type questions be sure to know the definitions of words and also be able to recognize a word through a definition. However, that being said this doesn’t mean to neglect certain terms or ideas for any examination; just give a little emphasis, depending on the type of examination. 



To conclude, studying to remember involves planning, rehearsal, organization, feedback or testing, review/revision, and over-learning. It is a word psychologists use for the phrase “practice makes perfect”. Studies have shown that such “over-learning” works to reduce the amount forgotten. 



Credits: psychandchill

References: Introduction to Psychology by Clifford T. Morgan, Richard A. King, John R. Weisz and John Schopler