betraying themselves

How to Be a Pirate (You will be remembered, my dear)
  1. If it is the ocean that sings to you, or the thrill of Aztec treasure, or other kingdom’s riches, know that you cannot go back. Once you set sail, the saltwater will haunt you even if you retire to a desert. There will never be enough golden coins or golden islands that will satisfy you. The life of a pirate is a thirsting life, and it is common knowledge that saltwater does not quench.
  2. Kiss your mother and father’s graves goodbye before you set sail. If the ocean will not be your grave, the gallows are too far from the churchyard to comfort your spirit. Keep your farewells frugal. Better yet, disappear without a word. Legends are not borne out of nostalgia.
  3. Turn a blind eye to the third mate whose hair is bunched into their hat and keeps their chest wrapped tightly under their bleached tunic. Her hands may be small, but they will build callouses just like yours once she scrubs the deck long enough. Bad luck is not the fault of a stowaway woman, and the storms are not her doing—after all, the crew had thrown Jonah into the sea to calm it. You’d be better off watching out for the storm that is the woman. She will put you to shame when she sets fire to your enemies to fight tooth and nail for the freedom she earned.
  4. Treat a mermaid gently if one accidentally gets tangled in your fishing net—comb the hooks out of his hair and don’t curse if he bites your fingers. Offer him your hat to shield his eyes from the sun and answer his questions when he asks in panic why his fingers are wrinkling. If you must chuckle, try to do so silently, so that he does not think are laughing at him. Mermaids are born singers—their egos are easily bruised.
  5. When a man goes overboard in the midst of a storm, throw the rope to him. If he cannot cling onto it, lower yourself in a rowboat to help him from the bobbing waves. But remember to never jump in after him, if he turns away and rides the waves into the deep. Do not blame yourself. You could hold your breath forever and still cannot rescue a drowning man who swims away from a lifesaver.
  6. Whistle while you work. The songs that your mother used to sing you to sleep with are not a curse just because it is from the past. And melodic tales about purple mountains and golden cornfields will stun your mermaid guest—he will ask you again and again how fast horses run, and how do flowers smell like. He will test your patience, but even pirates enjoy basking in Scheherazade’s glory. We all like to be heard other times than when we’re shouting orders.
  7. There is little use in envying your legendary predecessors. Madame Ching and Blackbeard’s skin peeled under the sun just like yours. Legends never feel like legends when their shoulders ache.
  8. You will lose your hand along the way. Some lose their eye, others their foot, others aren’t as lucky and lose their hope. It is all part of chasing the impossible. When the time comes—and it will come, when you are least prepared—there is no shame in weeping. There will never be enough saltwater. Let your mermaid guest dress your wound and see your tears. He will miss your tender palms, and you will miss that sense of safety. But let him treat you; his fingers are nimble and cool to the touch.
  9. When he sings to you the songs of his world and people, do not be overwhelmed—there will always be a part of the ocean that you will never see. The greatest pirates will never know what lies beneath their hull. Most hurl a mermaid out of their sight for fear of deception, and never lit a candle for him to see a dancing flame for the first time, cautioning him to keep his hands to themselves.
  10. Keep your plank short and sturdy—no one wants to walk to their death with shaky knees. No captain can avoid a mutiny, but that does not mean that you did not do something wrong. Which is why without a doubt, when your second mate plunges blindfolded into the sea, your heart will sink right down with him. But a captain is expected to root out betrayal and never betray themselves. Careful—if you catch yourself calling him name when you call all hands on deck, your crew might suspect that you regret it.
  11. Buried gold can afford bejeweled, decadent hooks for where your hand had once been. The richest of pirates can afford hooks of pure gold and a diamond cuff whose reflection can almost replace the spark in your dulled eyes. But they will only ever be hooks, and your mermaid will gasp in pain every time you cut his skin, even if you try to be gentle. He knows that you can’t help it, but don’t get cross if he shies away from you when you come too close. Mermaids are not quite used to love which makes them bleed.
  12. Pirates are not heroes. They kill in order to avoid the gallows. They maroon rather than forgive. All who sail past you will assume the worst of you, and point their cannons at your sails without consideration. It may be easier to live up to their expectations and take up your sword. It is far more exhausting fighting for your nobility.
  13. Your mermaid guest cannot stay for long. The sun scorches his skin, shrivels his scales, cracks his voice. The explosions of your ship’s cannons and your musket rounds piercing the Royal Navy shake him to their core. You can beg all you want, but your hook only hurts him when you try to hold on to him. He will wait until it is nighttime to quietly throw himself overboard. Two of your mates will hold you back from diving after him. They know that they could not save you if you did.
  14. Do not be alarmed when you find yourself under the starlight missing home. Any captain of a loyal crew will be desperately lonely when sailing alone in the wide, treacherous expanse that is one’s own head. I’m afraid, however, that it is too late now to turn back. Your lost hand, or cold, nimble fingers would not be there home waiting for you even if it wasn’t.
  15. Understand that you will never be remembered. Even if your name is emblazoned with fear in every queen’s heart, even if the tales of your terror make every captain shudder. They will not remember the songs you hummed under the moonlight. They will not remember your careful fingers loosening hooks from their hair. Legends are not borne out of love.  

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“He is the closest person to me in this whole world. He is the man I will always forgive, always trust. The one man I would never, ever lie to.“

anonymous asked:

What about a fic where Junkrat realizes he's in love with a friend? I just. I just love this filthy little bab I don't-- he's cute.

No judgement here, Anon. He can be a real sweetheart, when he’s not blowing people up.


Roadhog made a good listener.

Or well, Junkrat thought he was listening. In reality, he could have been ignoring him entirely, but Junkrat was pretty sure he was listening. He usually paid attention when Junkrat was even more jittery than usual.

See, Junkrat had a problem. He’d been okay since they’d joined these Overwatch guys, since they let him blow things up, and he had wanted to go legit. He’d even been tolerating the Omnics, and that was because of -well, that brought him back to his real problem.

You.

You were his problem. You’d been as wary as anyone when the Junkers had first arrived, but you’d been the one to volunteer to give them a tour of the base, to have them on your team during training, to show them around the towns close to WPG. You’d been putting a lot of energy into helping them -and Junkrat was stuck waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Which was kinda sad. You’d be good company, if you weren’t making them owe you.

As Roadhog watched Jamieson rant about your possible ulterior motives, he remembered that Jamieson had no memories from before the wasteland. He had no concept of altruism, even though he’d shown himself capable of it on rare occasions. Rarely experienced someone being kind simply because it was the right thing to do.

Admittedly, Roadhog only had the vaguest memories of people doing that. The ones who’d tried to help had been amongst the first to die after the Omnium exploded -those that had survived the fallout were betrayed or sacrificed themselves. Idiots, Roadhog had thought. But the rules were different here.

As Jamieson ran out of steam, Roadhog explained that you probably weren’t expecting anything from them. That you probably just wanted to be friends.

“Oh,” he said. 


The rest of the world was different from the wasteland. Junkrat had figured that out even in Sydney. People weren’t as accepting of things like shooting anyone who touched your stuff -no, they had proper ways to deal with that. But there were always people looking to take advantage of others. They were just more sneaky about it here.

And that’s how he ended up yelling at the stupid cowboy, because where Jamie was from he was putting out dangerous signals and aiming for you.

It’s just because he doesn’t want to feel like he owed you, he assured himself. Because while you might expect nothing from him, he still hates feeling like he’s in debt. But all he did was make more work for you, pulling him away and explaining that Jesse was just kidding around. 

Jesse took it well, gives him a smile showing a few too many teeth for his liking and waves away the whole incident. 

“No worries. I got into fights over less when I first joined,” Jesse said after Jamie gave him an awkward apology. That’s another thing he doesn’t get about this place -how easily slights are forgiven.

You took off sometime during his talk with Jesse. A pit formed in his stomach, one he couldn’t explain away by claiming he just owes you. 

For all he was outgoing, Jamie was reserved in his own way. He didn’t like being vulnerable, didn’t like how it made him feel. Jamie had been alone, relied on himself, for years. Things were different now, had been for a few years. But Roadhog, at least, he could say was just in it for the money when the idea of anything deeper was too stressful. You didn’t have that excuse.

He had to find Roadhog, Roadhog knew things about how things worked here. Roadhog could help.

But Roadhog was busy.

“He’s just been acting strange lately. Is he alright?”

Junkrat threw himself into the wall before he could turn the corner, nearly knocking himself out in his haste to hide. It was you, talking to Roadhog. It was almost comical, you two standing next to each other. Roadhog appeared impassive as a statue while you wrung your hands together.

“He’s fine.”

“Then is he upset or something? I know being here must be difficult for him.” There was concern in your voice, genuine concern, and he pushed away the warmth he felt in favour of being pissed that you’d go behind his back.

Just before he built up the courage to round the corner, Roadhog spoke.

“Why do you care?”

Junkrat stopped short, leg bouncing with unspent energy. He tried to get it to shut up, worried he’d make some noise and alert you, but it didn’t listen to him so he flattened himself against the wall and hoped for the best.

“I- it’s the right thing to do,” you said simply, and Roadhog snorted, a rare expression of amusement that didn’t sound totally sincere.

“Don’t lie.” The order was flatly delivered. No threat accompanied it, but there was something about the way he spoke that implied it. Junkrat’s leg jiggling grew worse.

Either not noticing his tone or ignoring it, you groaned in frustration. “I just want to help out a friend, alright?”

“Friend,” Roadhog repeated, doubtful. Which was weird, because Roadhog had been the one to say you wanted to be friends in the first place, so why was he questioning you on that? Without realising it, Junkrat had started chewing on his nails, a habit he’d been told was dirty by the doctor ever since he got here.

“What are you-” A sigh, defeated and annoyed. “Whatever else I feel, I want to do right by him first, okay?”

The urge to run in nearly overwhelmed Jamie, but he needed to hear what happened next. He didn’t like eavesdropping -it felt too wimpy, too much like the shitty tactics suits used- but they were talking about him, so it was fair, right?

Roadhog grunted, and in the silence that followed Jamie knew what was happening. Roadie was staring at you, silent, a tower of judgement or terror. It had worked with a hundred bank tellers, junkers, and fast food workers. 

And apparently, it worked on you.

“I like him, okay? But that’s not-”

“I RECKON I LIKE YOU TOO!” Jamie yelled, bursting around the corner without taking another moment to consider the consequences. He stared at you, mouth still hanging open from whatever you were about to say. You stared at him, shock freezing you. Roadhog looked between the both of you, and then lumbered off, leaving you alone.

Jamie’s hands clenched and unclenched into fists, as he tried not to panic, to think about what this meant -how this could turn Overwatch into more than just a temporary job, how this could make him stay, make you expect things of him-

“Jamie-” 

He shook his head, cutting you off, mind racing -trying to figure out where to go from here, what he should do. He didn’t realise he’d taken a step back until you took a short one forward.

“Nothing has to change right now,” you told him quietly.

Jamie’s mind re-focused on the present, almost to a painful point -trying to analyse your expression, your words, think up a response and figure out what he wanted all at once.

In the end, all he could manage was, “In all those movies-”

“Jesse’s movies aren’t the most realistic,” you said, still using a gentle tone. You took another step forward, and when he didn’t flinch away, continued until you were standing just outside of his personal space. “You can go away and think about this, alright? You don’t have to decide what you want right now.”

Jamie couldn’t hide his sigh of relief. You smiled to see him relax, if only a bit.

“…Thanks, mate,” he mumbled. Or his version of mumbling, anyway, which still wasn’t very quiet, but got the point across. 

“Take all the time you need,” you assured him, waiting for him to bridge the distance -which he did, with an awkward pat of the shoulder, a stark contrast to his usual disregard for personal space. Then his wild grin returned.

“I know what’ll help me think!” he declared, turning and running off metal leg jangling all the way.

“Keep the explosions to the training rooms!” you called after him.

He laughed, the sound echoing down the hallway. 

Men of profound sadness betray themselves when they are happy: they have a way of embracing happiness as if they wanted to crush and suffocate it, from jealousy: alas, they know only too well that it will flee.
—  Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, 279
Escapee || Amelia & Rabastan

Mass Breakout from Azkaban!

The headline screamed from the front of the Daily Prophet, taunting Amelia further with pictures of those who’d escaped. It was unheard of; a breakout this size shouldn’t be possible. You didn’t just break out of Azkaban en masse and waltz back into society. Not without help. 

Sharp heels clicked across the pavement as Amelia walked out of the Ministry to go home. Her head ached, temples pounding in time with her steps. Shoving her cold hands into her pockets, she wrapped one around the handle of her wand even as she scolded herself for being paranoid. She glared at the ground as she walked, again dismissing the idea of apparating. A very hot bath would be nice but she needed the extra time to unwind from the day and consider her next move. The Minister had made his statements to the public and the press but they weren’t doing a whole lot of good. The Ministry needed to be seen making headway or there was going to be panic. Hell, the people were right to panic. 

Her mind wandered to several of the prisoners who’d escaped, people she’d known in an entirely different context before they had revealed their true colors. Like the Lestrange brothers. If you’d asked Amelia when she was sixteen if those two would betray her and themselves and side with an murderous dictator intent on purifying the magical world, she would have laughed and immediately denounced it as impossible. And yet… 

She made it back to her house far too quickly, but there was a heavy rumble in the air. Rain threatened and wind blustered, mother nature itself was apparently conspiring to keep her off the street today. Even so, she considered grabbing an umbrella and continuing. If she went inside, even to change shoes, would she come back out? Rather than go in or continue on, she leaned against her door and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn’t have to make any more decisions today.

ƘELPIES ~✳~ (Scottish mythological creatures)

Kelpie, or water kelpie (derived from the Gaelic calpa or cailpeach, meaning “heifer” or “colt”), is the Scots name given to a shape-shifting water spirit inhabiting the lochs and pools of Scotland.

Tough it is able to adopt human form (in which guise they betray themselves by the presence of water weeds in their hair), the mythological kelpie is usually described as a powerful and beautiful black horse preying on any humans it encounters. One of the kelpie’s common identifying characteristics is that its hooves are reversed as compared to those of a normal horse.

The creature’s nature was described as “useful”, “hurtful”, or seeking “human companionship”; in some cases, kelpies take their victims into the water, devour them, and throw the entrails to the water’s edge. 

In its equine form the kelpie is able to extend the length of its back to carry many riders together into the depths.

When a kelpie appeared in its equine persona without any tack, it could be captured using a halter stamped with the sign of a cross, and its strength could then be harnessed in tasks such as the transportation of heavy mill stones. Some kelpies were said to be equipped with a bridle and sometimes a saddle, and appeared invitingly ready to ride, but if mounted they would run off and drown their riders. A bridle taken from a kelpie was endowed with magical properties, and if brandished towards someone, was able to transform that person into a horse.

“Wheη thowes ɗissolve the sηawƴ hoorɗ

Aη’ ƒloat the jiηgliη icƴ ɓoorɗ

Theη, water-kelρies hauηt the ƒoorɗ

Ɓy your ɗirectioη

Aη’ ηighteɗ trav’llers are allur’ɗ

To their ɗestructioη”

TRUST IN ME || masterlist

Request(s): Ok but like imagine a Ben Solo AU that’s like Mad Max where Ben tries to help some sex slaves escape from their oppressor but he accidentally falls in love with one of them (AKA the reader :3) + Anything Ben solo related!!!! (Maybe he rescues a girl from slavery and she’s super scared of everyone but him. And they fall in love as she learns to trust people…..)

A/N: Since I’ve only seen Mad Max once, I had to change it up a bit (you’ll see). Thank you to the two anons for the requests, enjoy! Requests are open :)

Warning: Mentions of abuse 

Word Count: 4.3K+


The world you had found yourself living in was something your younger self would never have imagined to be at such age. You were so young, had a full life ahead, but then the First Order murdered your parents and you were left to save yourself. It was a rough path you trudged on, everyone you had every trusted betraying you for themselves–or, for worse–for money. It was only recently you had hit the second decade of your life, twenty years. If you knew that at the age of twenty, you would’ve been sold to be a sex slave (because someone you trusted with your life preferred money over your well being), you wouldn’t have trusted anyone in the beginning.

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michael imagine / i

surprising michael on tour with a duet of ‘lucky’ - for isitfuckingfridayyet

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notes: thank you for requesting! also i’m really sorry i didn’t know if you wanted it pov or not so i used your name and i’m super sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted! i can re-publish it without if you prefer :)))

In two years, you’ve come to accept the tour life your other half lives, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

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There is a meme I see a lot in progressive circles. The meme goes like this.

“Idea: a reality show where gay marriage opponents have to live under 100% biblical laws for six months so they can show us how awesome it is.”

The meme is credited in the version I have seen most recently to Molly Manglewood of Alternet, but I have seen variations on the theme posted in all sorts of places in different words.

I hate this meme.

I stated in an earlier post that I hate it for about seven discrete reasons but that’s a slight misstatement because really all the reasons are tied together pretty fundamentally.

Here they are.

- If you’ve followed me for any length of time or heard me talk about this before, you’ve already all heard the one I often raise first, a little defensively. The trope presumes that no one would be so far out and ridiculous as to actually keep the laws of the Old Testament in particular, because that would somehow be far too burdensome and ridiculous for anyone in the modern world to deal with. That patently isn’t true because Orthodox Jews exist. I know from my own experience and the experience of many of my friends and family members that there are people who live full and modern lives while keeping the dietary laws, the Sabbath, the imperative not to mix wool and linen in clothing, any supposedly “wacky” thing you can find in the Old Testament (or as we call it, the Torah), as well as any number of laws in the commentaries that I would argue are even more onerous, such as the laws of family purity. The argument implies that the people I know to exist and thrive cannot really be existing and thriving. It’s deeply Christian-centric in a way that I think really ridicules Jews. Ok, that’s obvious to me at least, but now it’s out of the way.

- The argument, as a result, completely fails to address homophobia within Jewish communities, which, as a bisexual Jew who lost my faith partly as a result of my anger at the biblical and consequent community attitudes to gender and sexuality well before I was willing to acknowledge my bisexuality as a real thing, is kind of a big deal to me.

- it presumes that homophobic religious people are hypocrites and it does that from a place of real and dramatic ignorance of scripture and doctrine. I know some people who like the meme like it because that has been their experience in the religious communities in which they were raised, but it still bothers me for a few reasons:

- it implies that religious homophobia stems from idiocy and a lack of contemplation basically, and proceeds to try to effect change on that basis. I understand the impulse to take that attitude but I think it’s naive, unrealistic, arrogant and strategically completely defeatist. When is the last time you ever convinced anyone of anything by insulting their intelligence and telling them that if only they were clever and farsighted like you they would agree with you? And haven’t you known otherwise intelligent people who surprised and even disgusted you with their positions on matters? Wasn’t there usually more to it, something slightly more complex and profound than “they were dumb I guess, despite all evidence to the contrary”?

- it implies that religious people don’t know their own texts better than snide atheists. First, I admit that I’m biased about this, as a Jew, since education about matters of Torah and the commandments is a huge component of my relationship with my culture and history and is so frequently a huge part of Jewish faith. I admit that sometimes certain religious groups do not encourage such study, leading to the presumed ignorance and the presumed supreme knowledge of people who pass the meme around. Often, though, this is emphatically not the case, and one example of when this is not the case is the trope itself. Unlike Judaism, Christianity does not demand adherence to a whole host of the laws of the Torah/Old Testament - it’s one of the formative aspects of Christianity. Someone can be a deeply faithful person who strives for Christian values and not keep many of the commandments of the Old Testament. A lot of the people who pass the meme around don’t know that, and I think if you’re going to engage people in debate about something that is deeply central to their moral and spiritual lives you should probably bother to do enough research to know that before accusing THEM of ignorance or of skating over biblical principles. There are great biblical arguments to have in a Christian framework about whether homosexuality was ever actually condemned by Jesus and whether the Leviticus statement should even be considered applicable. Have those instead; engage genuinely with biblical scholarship if you care what religious people think, which I feel you should. Similarly I see a lot of people saying things like “oh well everyone would just be stoned immediately if they tried to live according to the bible because that’s how people were punished” and I cannot speak for Christianity here but Judaism actually has addressed that - there are no courts of sufficient Jewish authority to give those punishments out anymore and additionally we have a religious obligation to follow the laws of the land and not wildly administer killings. There is a perception that religious people do not think about or tackle the challenges of living piously in the modern world. They often do.

- It implies that the main problem with religiously based homophobia is hypocrisy, and that if you are consistent you can be as hateful of queerness as you like. What do you say to someone who kept all the biblical laws in this hypothetical reality show and, far from finding them burdensome, found the whole experience fascinating and moving? Are they now given license by this meme to keep on keeping on with their belief that queerness is an abomination? Have they passed the test?

- What do we say to the genuinely pious? This is a huge issue I think we shy away from tackling - when you’re arguing with a religious person who wants to be good and kind and loving but also wants to live by their faith’s commandments, you are facing an argument where you are asking someone to betray themselves, to pit some of their values against others and make them choose. To decide that a part of your religion is false is to fundamentally change your life; a lot of ex-religious people understand that but a lot of people who pass that meme around have never been religious, have never understood what they are asking of a religious person when they ask them to reject something their faith demands they believe. We’re talking loss of moral centre, loss of family and community … it’s huge. You need an argument that is cognisant of that, not an argument that presumes they were never that attached to most of their faith in the first place.

- deep down it suggests that the main problem with keeping biblical law is that it is too hard, that the main problem with repressing queer desire is that it is too hard. That buys into the idea that the acceptance of queer people and queer sex and love is about buying into a culture of easy fixes, laziness, licentiousness, lack of personal responsibility, lack of discipline and childishness. Paying your taxes is hard. Being constantly mindful of consent is hard. Treating your fellow human with kindness and respect is often very hard indeed. The argument that you shouldn’t do something because it is hard or because other things asked of you by the same source that issued the directive are hard does not address the central problem of homophobia or of the characterisation of queer sex as an abomination. The central problem is not that it is too hard not to be queer. It is that that isn’t a fair thing to ask, that it harms people, that people should have the right to autonomy when harm is not being done … We won’t even get into it because there are heaps of arguments expressed possibly billions of times. The “it’s too hard” argument buys into myths about queerness that are already way too popular in religious circles and does no justice to the centre of the problem of repressing and punishing queerness.

Let’s get something straight here about oppressed people and or groups ‘ being complicit in their own or the groups oppression.

Oppressed people holding other oppressed people accountable for being complicit and or accomplice in their own or their groups’ oppression IS NOT victim blaming the oppressed for their own oppression. It’s holding them accountable for their actions that HELPS THE OPPRESSORS CONTINUE TO OPPRESSED THE GROUP.  Many oppressed people want favor with their oppressors, so they betray their groups (and themselves) by becoming accomplices with their oppressors’ agenda to keep the oppressed oppressed. Black people in general are accomplices in their own oppression ALL. THE. TIME, but this blog only deals with black women and our oppression specifically so I’m addressing black women here. Black Women holding Black Women accountable for being an accomplice in the blatent sexism, misogynoir, colorism, classism, and other oppressions that black women face IS NOT victim blaming. For example, if I was on twitter and or facebook bashing black women along with white people, non-people of color, and unfortunately, some (too many for my taste) black people, then I should be called out, admonished, and held accountable by other black women as I am being complicit and an accomplice to the degradation, demonization, oppression of black women and myself.

It is the right thing to do and I will continue to do that on this blog. We can’t allow how too many black women are and have been complicit accomplices in our demise to go unchecked like we won’t let our oppressors go unchecked. I see some black women want hold our oppressors accountable, but not have a very honest discussion about how many of us are complicit accomplices to our own oppression with these oppressors. BLACK WOMEN HAVE BEEN COMPLICIT AND OR ACCOMPLICES IN OUR OPPRESSION FOR A LOOOOONG TIME NOW. The cold bitter truth.  It’s cold hard truth to address but it must be done.

We want to be liberated, well one thing to do IS TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT EVERYONE’S ROLE IN OUR OPPRESSION, EVEN THE ROLE MANY OF US TAKE AS OUR OPPRESSORS’ ACCOMPLICE IN IT.

It’s sad that I have to go back and explain that this is the point I was trying to make in this post.  This post was not that hard to understand. One of the black women who took the post out of context is only 19. I looked at her blog. I will attribute her misunderstanding to her youth. It’s best for younger women to sit back, be quiet and listen (or read carefully) ask questions sometimes instead of being to quick to run off at the mouth. I’ve been guilty of this as a youngster, but that’s a whole other post.

One more thing, I will NOT HAVE anyone question my commitment to fighting misogynoir. I resent it when someone takes my post out of context then question my authenticity. I won’t have it, next person who does this is getting blocked. I will not sit up and have someone twisting my words telling me I said statements I haven’t even said.

This is the last time I will address the issue with this post. I’m done.

anonymous asked:

Wait, I'm confused. So, in your opinion, social justice is bad? (Sorry, my mind just scrambles things up a lot.)

That depends on what you consider to be “Social Justice.”

Because the reason everyone hates Social Justice Warriors isn’t because they stick up for the oppressed.

It’s because they do that by

  • tearing down everyone else aka the most counter-productive method possible, 
  • spreading misinformation and outright lies, 

  • being outright bigots, 
  • acting like passive-aggressive children
  • faking panic attacks whenever they lose arguments
  • emotionally manipulate others like an abuser
  • Insist that you can “Choose” to be gay (political lesbians) or trans (tucutes) (protip: YOU CAN’T, the LGBT+ community have been trying to get that through peoples’ heads for years) and that you don’t need gender dysphoria to be trans (protip: YOU DO, that’s the whole scientific basis behind transgenderism)
  • Make up stupid fake genders that make trans issues look like a joke (ie insisting that “stars” “voids” or even “plants” are genders) and treating genders and mental illness like fashion accessories (i.e. romanticizing and fetishizing things like depression)

  • treating the women and minorities claim to stand up for like idiots and children who can’t take care of themselves, 

  • outright betraying said women & minorities when they disagree via harassment and silencing, 
  • acting WAY too eager to drag somebody over the pettiest mistakes and baseless rumors (see: xkit guy, Markiplier)

  • doxxing people who disagree with them for ANY reason so any psychopath can steal their money or even find their location and do who knows what to them
  • Looking for “problematic” elements where no sane person would see it 

  • and just overall being such an obnoxious, childish piece of shit that nobody wants anything to do with them.

If your idea of Social justice is against that, we’re good.

Progressivism isn’t the problem, it’s the chodes who do shit like all that who are.

OUAT had the best chance to fix the show and they failed.

Once Upon a Time writers had the best chance to fix the show and they failed.
They failed because they have missed the most important thing: a plot.

From season 3 the plot was not important anymore, especially when they forget to write about the main characters and they started to write senseless an amount of secondary characters that didn’t help with the main plot. Such as Frozen, Camelot, Brave and Pan.

Everything was like “Hey we have a list of Disney characters, which one we pick now?” and again they failed and they betrayed to themselves at the same time from the first moment they forgot to write about feelings. Perhaps they didn’t fail when they split once upon a time main plot to write other characters with their stories, no, they failed because they forgot to write about Emma Swan, Regina Mills, Snow, David, Henry. Everything started with them and the show should go on with them as main characters and build a story around them, not writing the main characters as a background story.

I think the key is what they had in the beginning, when you identify with the characters, when you feel their pain, their joy and live their lives like your own.

All was about strong women, you said “oh this is something new and different” and it was a big success because the story and especially the chemistry they share in the show is amazing. It had the potential to make something unique and again, they failed.

Honestly, they failed in season 3 when they tried to make CaptainSwan and OutlawQueen. I am not saying this because I want Emma and Regina together. I am saying this because both male characters don’t help Emma and Regina to grow up as individuals. On the opposite, they lied to them and from my point of view, Robin steal the crown to the Queen and Hook took Emma’s red leather jacket off.

Hook would have been an amazing villain. It’s not necessary to write the redemption of the pirate because he has been always a “pirate” since he was young (I am not saying this, OUAT wrote it this way). Writers insist to give him a redemption to someone doesn’t want it. He just wants a broken Emma to “repair” like if she was a broken toy. She is broken, yes, Emma Swan has the weight of the world in her shoulders and she has to deal with the fact that she was abandoned to become the Saviour.

About Robin? Well, they failed with Outlawqueen ship too. They wrote about a true love relationship. Finally Regina, now the hero, would have someone by her side to love. And what did they write? Nothing.
Nothing because if they are trying to find a new man for Regina, that was not true love then. All the tattoo thing was a lie and again, they don’t know what they are writing.

In spite of all this, of all the mistakes they are doing along this season, they could fix all this. They could fix the fact that they never explained Emma Swan character and give the depth she needs as a character.

But, as I said, in spite of all this, underworld was the best chance to rewrite Once Upon a time and come back to the beginning when everything made sense.
Honestly when they went to the Underworld I saw that chance, I really saw it and I expected they’d rewrite all this and give a plot to the show, restart from that point and go on from there.

But how? It’s simple.

They “put” Emma’s jacket again on her shoulders after being the DarkSwan. And they went to the underworld that looks like Storybrooke. It was awesome that idea because season 5B is a parallel of Season 1 someway and it was the best option to explore Emma Swan once more, helping the town to find a reason to move on, their happy endings like they wrote in season 1. Because you could see again a main plot, one single direction to follow.

They could rewrite Emma, fix her issues. The same with Regina and Henry too. And if you want to write a season 6, fix all that, rewrite season 3 and 4 using Underworld with flashbacks and long conversations between characters. Write hugs between them and again I am not saying I want this because I am a Swen, I am saying this because it seems unreal that someone who has been living experiences with other person for five seasons, don’t hug to each other. Especially when they shared a past, when they share a son. It’s unreal. And this is why the show is not good anymore because you can’t see real experiences, real moments between people and writers failed to themselves because the show is about this, about mixing fantasy and reality.

The truth is that right now, the only thing that could save Once Upon a time is a restart. And write what Adam and Eddie wanted from the first moment because they like it or not, Emma and Regina is the best storyline they could follow to save this show.

First New Year’s Kiss

Title : First New Year’s Kiss
Pairing : Theo Raeken x Reader
Word Count : 1,097

A/N : This one is not requested, it’s just a little something to start 2016, as a thank you gift from me for sticking with me even though i slack alot. Thank you guys so much for following me, liking/reblogging my stuff, it means alot to me.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYSSS!!!! ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT 2016 HAVE IN STORE FOR US? (i’m secretly not ready) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD OF YOU!! 

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when you say nothing at all, part II

notes | here is part II, numbers 21-40. Hope you enjoy! 

[Also, I’ve never really felt like maybe I need to do this before but content warning on 36 for conception struggles? I know that can be hard for some, so fair warning, it’s the central topic of that drabble fic and I want to be mindful if that’s a hard topic for anyone]

title | when you say nothing at all

part I


21 | You might like this

He starts reading baby books habitually.  The day the doctor confirms that Caitlin is, in fact, pregnant, he starts by ordering four of them from Amazon and then spends the next 2 days panicking over the thought of someone else opening them at home before he gets there. Which he quickly realizes is ridiculous: he sets his phone to get the delivery text and then just flashes home to grab them and hide them away. When it works without a hitch, he does it a few more times before it occurs to him that maybe it would be easier to just go to the bookstore.

At first, he doesn’t mention the books because it feels kind of ridiculous. He’s tearing through them at Mach speeds, anxiously hoping to calm some of his overwhelming nerves even while he knows it won’t. 

But then one day Caitlin mentions something about making supply lists and outfitting a fully prepared nursery (they’re still waffling back and forth about a place to move into together), when Barry spouts off some fact about the best brands of diapers and she stops right in her tracks, looking at him like he has two heads (which probably wouldn’t actually be the weirdest thing they’ve ever seen).

Heaving a sigh, Barry holds up on hand in a ‘one second’ gesture and then flashes away, returning with an armload of books and a suitably sheepish smile. “I’ve been doing research,” he admits, dropping them onto the table between them, rattling Caitlin’s tea. He reaches for one of the bright covers and hands it to her, thumbing open to a page he has sticky-noted. “You might like this.”

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Taurus aren’t always the most agreeable folk. Often, conversations can go a little like this…

Person: Don’t you think that… (says a statement.)

Taurus: No. Not really.

Person: Oh. 

They can find it extremely challenging to pretend, or adapt their views to something different for the sake of social harmony or the need of their image, but rather tend to stick to what they genuinely think. It’s often not in a purely defiant way though, not looking for conflict, but just that they can feel like they’ve betrayed themselves should they transform like the weather. 

mynameiselly  asked:

So basically a lot of the stuff you write is very surreal and hits you in the feelings but isn't the kind of thing that makes sense, say, if an English teacher had you dissect it line by line to understand "exactly what the author means." What's your writing process like? Do you ever feel like you're just throwing stuff out there and full of shit creating meaning? I feel that way all the time when I'm writing I'm like whoa where did that line come from? Does this even mean anything? You know?

Ask someone to tell you a true story and they’ll lie. Ask someone to make up a story and they’ll betray themselves. You leak more meaning and truth than you think, even when you’re just goofing off. Check your nouns and you’ll see what you’re concerned about, what you’re in love with.

What it's like to live with inferior Ne

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-You daydream of all the millions of exciting possibilities life has to offer, but feel that 99,9% of them would only be possible if you won the lottery.

- Making a major life change can take YEARS, at which point it might happen out of pure necessity

- Heading out to a job interview, a date or anything unpredictable by nature means you will either completely nail it or it will be a complete disaster. You find yourself shocked when you realized everything was just “okay”.

- People who change opinions on cherished issues over night are clearly trolling or playing a trick on you, I mean, who does that?

- Just about every suggestion ends with you saying “Yeah, but…” *insert argument to keep things as they are*

- People abandoning something as trivial as a TV show they once beloved makes you feel like they are betraying themselves.

- You know they are the right age, but you just CANNOT tell this kid that Santa doesn’t exist…..their whole world will shatter.

- A new fad is in town? You’re going to need several solid testimonies before you even consider this.

- You have this dream you’ve been holding to for a long time but feel like you can’t tell people about it because they’ll say you’re delusional. If you actually find the courage to do so, you may find yourself shocked that people are encouraging you to do it. 

- Once you DO make a leap of faith it will probably be successful just because you spent so much time studying it thoroughly. Your only regret will be that you didn’t do it sooner.   

(This is just my personal experience, take it with a grain of salt)