colonizer one

That reminds me, when will people finally realize that Spanish people are WHITE EUROPEANS? Stop calling brown people Spanish or expecting to see a brown person when Spanish people are mentioned. Christopher Columbus, the maniac who committed genocide against brown folk, came to the Americas on behalf of Spain with a Spanish crew. The Spaniards are the ones who colonized most indigenous people in North & South America. There were no Spanish people in the Americas before 1492. Spaniards are indigenous to Europe, hope I made it clear enough.


so I did a thing last night…

I have bad anxiety and depression and I have suffered my entire life. Last summer was when I was at my absolute worst. And then I found twenty one pilots and it was like Tyler was talking about what was going on in my head at that time and I was hooked. When I feel like I don’t want to go on, I remember how important I am and that I need to stay alive.

With that being said, I got these lyrics permanently on my skin. Although there are so many tøp lyrics that stick out in my mind and that have really kept me going, these are the ones that really get to me every time I listen.

If anyone in my clique fam needs a shoulder, my ask is always open.

stay alive y'all. ✌🏼❤️👽

What really gets me is when people believe only Europeans went out and conquered and colonized. Like, honey, no. You obviously did not pay attention in world history if you believe that. Yes, they did it a lot, but take a look at Japan, China, African tribal nations, the Ottoman Empire, Egypt, the list goes on and on. White people weren’t the only people to take over new land or hurt and kill the people that lived on the land. Maybe crack open a book and learn something.

Crafting Flow

Anonymous asked: “Something I always do in my writing is I cut off my sentences with a dash, like ‘she couldn’t breathe-’ but its starting to get too repetitive. Helps?”

Cutting your sentences off regularly with a dash is fine to do in early drafts, especially when you are just trying to get your thoughts and the feelings you hope for down on the page, however when you are at the stage during editing where you want to be paying attention to how you craft sentence structure, there are a few things you’ll need to look for. 

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You know what I HATE? And I mean HATE with a PASSION!! I DESPISE this!! It pisses me off to no end!!

I HATE when fans meet CNCO and go straight to their favorite and ignore the rest of the guys. I know everyone has their favorite. I get that, but show some respect and appreciation for the rest of the guys!!!

If you’re at a meet and greet,say hi to ALL of them!! If they turn to you ready to greet you, SAY HI BACK AND GIVE THEM A HUG!! Don’t just walk past them and go straight to your favorite without even acknowledging the rest. That’s RUDE!!

There’s more than one guy in CNCO and they ALL deserve love and to be appreciated.

And this goes for every fandom!! It’s not just CNCOwners. Mixers, Directioners (ESPECIALLY Directioners) etc. This is for every band/group fandom. Show love to ALL of the members.

Fic masterlist

So I decided to make a master list!! 

T- Teen
M- Mature
E- Explicit 


The Bodyguard (M; in progress; co-written by @alittlemissfit)
An AU crossover between The X Files and  The Bodyguard (the movie). Scully is a bodyguard who is hired to protect Mulder. 

Evelyn Samantha (in progress) 
After giving up William and being on the run for a few years Mulder and Scully settle down and have a couple more children who turn out to be as extraordinary as their first born who finds his way back into their life. (almost to the end)

The Red Haired Woman (in progress)
William begins to have visions of a woman who he believes to be his mother. Picks up at the end of season 10 (Post colonization; also almost to the end)

My Sister
A series of vignettes exploring Scully’s thoughts on her sister at different big events in her life. 


Never Leave (M) - 52) things you said with my lips on your neck

Movie Night (T) - Every Saturday Mulder and Scully have a beer, pizza and movie night

Head (E)- After watching Caddyshack Scully gives Mulder some head.

Nightmares (G)- 94. “I had a bad dream again.”

Deal (T)- 39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

No Fun (E)- “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”; “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

Chances (G)- 53) things you said in the dark

The Invention of the Kiss (G)- “I was really hoping I’d hallucinated all that”

One Room. One Bed. (E)- 37: “They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed.”; 39: “You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly.”; 40: “Did you mean like… this?”

Classic Trope (G)- XF Writing Challenge Prompt: sharing a bed

Relaxation (E)- Mulder, Scully, baseball, hot tub.

The Domestic Life (T)- 52. Why don’t you try it if it’s so easy?; 57. Put some clothes on for the love of God.

Feelings (T)- “You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”; “Jesus, you’re acting like you don’t even want to touch me!”

Airplane (E)- Prompt word: airplane

The Short Trip (T)- 75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”

Fireworks (T)- 136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date"

Unbridled (E)- Just another version of how Mulder and Scully dealt with the fallout from En Ami.

A Kiss in the Dark (G)- 26. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”

Come Home (G)- 28. Familiar cuddle

Never Let You Go (G)- 30. Out of necessity (trapped in a small space, etc.)


Mr. Tamborine Man- A reflection of Mulder’s life. 

Because You’re Mine-

Mulder and Scully have a night out on the town.

Wonderful YouMulder and Scully have a private moment in the hospital during the Cancer arc.

Hurt- What if Mulder never found the cure to Scully’s cancer? 

Rambling Man- A reflection on Scully’s life. 

Night Terror-

Mulder and Scully’s partnership through the years

Nothing Else Matters- Mulder makes Scully a playlist as they rebuild their relationship (s10)

Stand alones: 

Last Regrets (G)- As Scully is dying of cancer Mulder finds a note intended for him after her death. 

Tears (E)- Another angsty smutty Sein Und Zeit fic but I think you’ll like it

Against the World (M)- Post- colonization one shot. Mulder and Scully only find comfort in each other.

Late Night at the Lab (E)- Mulder and Scully have been sleeping together for a little less than a week when Mulder reveals a fantasy he has always had about her.

A Visit From Santa (G)- The Scully-Mulder family discusses belief in Santa Claus.

Beeb (E)- Mulder and Scully have dreams that are very similar.

Bibs and Barbecue Sauce

 (E)- Mulder and Scully bond over good Barbecue.

My Last Testament (T)- Diana Folwey’s version of events.

Licking Mulder (E)- Title pretty much explains it.

Love into Hate (G)-How did Mulder’s parent’s relationship affect his own relationships?

Our Own Little World (M)-Mulder and Scully are running from the FBI.

Contemplating Death (T)-Scully, Mulder, and Teena’s thoughts during Sein Und Zeit.

Mr. Scully (T)-A short little conversation Mulder and Scully have in bed.

Growing Up (G)-William has a date on Halloween

Not Alone (G)-Random thoughts about Mulder’s beliefs about God. 

Baseball and Horror (G)-Mulder and William are watching the World Series and want Scully to join them.

Snow Day (G)-Scully, Mulder, and William venture out into the snow.

My Religion (M)-Mulder has long professed to be an atheist but he recently finds salvation in a new religion.

Triangle Revisited (T)-What if Mulder never got out of the Bermuda Triangle in season 6?

Finding William (G)-Mulder and Scully need to find Will before the 2012 deadline.

His Brilliant Mind (T)- “When his brilliant, complex, beautiful, passionate, obnoxious, silly, dazzling mind met mine the world made sense.” Dana thinks about why she loves Mulder.

Not Mulder (E)-Scully struggles to date while having a partner like Mulder. 

The Starlight (G)-After Scully gives up her son she is alone and in need of help. She gets it from an unexpected source in a way she thought impossible

Sveta (T)-Mulder tries to find out why Scully was so upset to see Sveta at the little house.

Monthly (T)-When Scully leaves she promises that she will be back each month because she can never truly leave Mulder.

The Missed Kiss (T)-Post ‘Sixth Extinction: Part 2’ pre 'Hungry’. Why didn’t Scully kiss Mulder after he confessed his feelings? Also a little bit of a wrap up on The Fowl situation.

On the run series: 

Halloween on the Run (G)- Celebrating Halloween while running from the FBI

Thanksgiving on the Run (G)- Celebrating Thanksgiving on the run.

Christmas on the Run (G)- Celebrating Christmas on the run. 

X Files- Hamilton crossover: 

The Ham Files (G)- Mulder is sick of William’s obsession with Hamilton. 

The West Wing: 

Always on the Table (G)- After Simon’s death Toby comforts CJ. 

anonymous asked:

Pro-imperialism even exists in former colonized countries like one time I went back to visit Vietnam (where I'm originally from) and some viet students I met there told me that Vietnam would have been better off being colonized by the US and wishes the US had never have left. If so, we wouldn't have been this poor. And my mind was just blown.

Frantz Fanon talks about how tempting it is for colonized peoples to try to emulate colonizers or aspire to reach their same levels of “success”

To paraphrase an observation - 

White “neopagans,” “Wiccans,” and “Neowiccans” are absolutely convinced that their shit doesn’t stink. 

Congratulations, you shrugged off a white protestant Christian environment or upbringing and waltzed into a tradition created by White Protestant Christians - the tradition of stealing from non-white persons. 

Y’all left Christianity and consider yourselves “Enlightened™ and Unproblematic™” but, really, you never left Christianity. You just went from Jesus/G@d-focused Christianity to a Christianity that focuses on a horned god or whatever. 

Your festivals, “sabbats,” are modern rip-offs from antisemitic claims that Jews and practitioners of Judaism such as myself worship Satan on Fridays and go about stealing crackers and cheap fermented grape juice and stabbing them. There are still bloggers on this site that claim I kidnap children, murder them, and use the blood to make matzo for Passover. 

Y’all benefit from blood libel against Jews. 

Y’all benefit from White Colonialist European Christianity and its love of calling other people savage, backwards, unenlightened. Y’all benefit from the thefts committed by colonizers - thefts of tradition, mysticism, religion, culture. 

So don’t fucking say you’re better than anyone else for moving from one colonizer religion to another. 

Lunchbreak confessions

Pairing: Benny Colón x reader

Wordcount: 1.016

Summary: It’s been a month since you started working with the TAC team, and your feelings for Benny have only gotten stronger. One afternoon, you decide to confide in Bull.

(part 1 / part 3)

A/N: @making-a-memory-with-freddy I’m glad you loved the first part, I hope you  enjoy reading this too! Gif belongs to the wonderful @worksofprobie

It has been about a month now since I joined the team. I’ve been working hard, the days are always long but frankly, I don’t mind spending most of my time in the building. Not as long as I can see Benny. We’ve spent most of our lunch breaks together, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with the rest of the team. Every glance he throws in my way makes my heart flutter and my stomach contract. I can feel my pulse rise, my palms start to get sweaty and I can feel my cheeks start to blush. I wonder if he notices. I wonder if he sees that I am always looking forward to knowing more about him, to hear him talk, to see him smile, to hear his voice. I am always looking forward to his presence. As soon as I hear his voice, my body relaxes. It’s like a natural reflex – I can’t help it, I can’t do anything about it. This longing for him is starting to drive me crazy. As soon as he walks into the room I forget everything else that was on my mind, he is all that exists for me. It has caused me to be in some awkward situations – for example when I forgot to take my keys from my desk because he walked into my office to say goodbye one night, and I had to return to TAC at 9 pm to collect them.

The team was having lunch, but I was still working on my laptop. We were working on a new case, but things weren’t looking bright at all. It would be hard to convince the jury that our defendant is innocent, and Bull is expecting us to work hard – as always. I had been going through the files during the entire day, just to find one thing that could help us out, or, better put, help Benny out. I was deeply focussed when I heard a knock on the glass door.

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Second Contact

Again, really quick followup to First contact. any suggestions on what might happen next are welcome. I am writing these as first drafts with minimal editing so it is readable, so the quality will never be better than this. sorry.


It seemed that all specie had a near universal belief that there were monsters where no one had been to before. When they were planetary beings, species generally believed the monsters to be in the distant regions on their home, but when their planet was explored, they pictured the monsters to be above them, beyond the sky. But when they left their planet, the monsters moved to other planets. And so on and so on. It was never anything anyone took seriously, more like children’s fairy tales than anything, but the fear of the unknown was difficult to overcome, even for the most intelligent and rational beings.

But  a year ago, Admiral Hot’ath and his crew seemed to find the monsters. The Dareth Were an ancient species that had once conquered hundreds of galaxies. Though it was so long ago, no one knew anything about them other than that they had existed and were a supreme military force that only were stopped through the combined efforts of every known intelligent species in the universe. Most people had even forgotten about them entirely as they had drifted into legend, then obscurity. And now, Admiral Hot’ath was bringing them back into the intergalactic community. As of yet, no one knew whether this was a good or bad thing, and the Torgians were being pressured by other species to leave them alone and never go back. The problem was that the New Dareths, or humans as they referred to themselves, had already mastered FTL communication, and had colonized all hospitable planets in their solar system, and even a few inhospitable ones. It was only a matter of time before they spread throughout the galaxy, and eventually move beyond. It would be roughly a million years until they reached the known Intergalactic community, but it would happen. It would be better to establish a relationship with them now and perhaps befriend them instead of leaving them to their own devices.

Of course there were other Species that wanted to kill them all now, and even more that wanted to participate in making contact. But as it was a Torgian expeditionary force that found them, it was ultimately the decision of the Torgian King, Gil-tetch. He had since made the decision to send the same fleet back along with a military escort and a diplomatic unit.

Thankfully, they were not going in blind. The Humans were eager to make contact with a foreign intelligence, and gave a mass of information about their home planet and themselves to Hot’ath as a good will gesture.  Though the information was incredibly valuable and provided much insight, it was so bizarre, that half the people who looked at it didn’t believe it was real. But King Gil-tetch did, and that was all that mattered.

Their home planet was a bit of an oddity, its biomes ranging wildly from below freezing to above boiling, and its weather patterns being oddly unpredictable. But it’s most astonishing feature was the level of biodiversity it supported. There were thousands of animal species, and just as many subspecies. Plants were strange as well, few being edible unless the consumer had multiple stomachs. Many were also carnivorous, and a few even seemed to be malicious for non-sentient beings, and the intelligence and capabilities of the fungi would be frightening if it was self aware.

But the humans stood out above all else. They did not remain where they were comfortable, they went EVERYWHERE, even  living in hostile areas for no discernable reason. They seemed to enjoy dangerous environments more than safe ones as shown by finding a way to colonize one of the Gas Giants in their solar system. It was like their very existence was a declaration that they would refuse to die and would prove that nothing would kill them. They ate foods that were inedible, they owned dangerous animals as pets, they fought each other for recreation, they would perform horrifying medical procedures that most other species were incapable of doing, just to keep from dying. And it was Admiral Hot’ath’s job to ensure that they would not kill anyone.

He stood on the bridge staring at the screen showing Prison 1. Or as the Humans called it, Earth. The humans seemed glad that his fleet had returned, and had invited them to come straight to the home world. They had already established a connection with the Information network the humans established and was cross-referencing they information they already had with the human’s open sources. They were traveling at .1 light speed and were now entering orbit of the planet. It would be several days until physical contact was made with any humans, they needed to gather samples to synthesize immunizations so no one died from anything humans were carrying, and they needed to distribute their own immunizations to the humans. This was a lengthy process, and it was possible that it wouldn’t work, and the immunizations would kill people. Hot’ath had a feeling that the humans would take to the immunizations just fine. They were incredibly resilient.  

But even after they overcame that hurdle, the Torgians would never be able to set foot on Earth, or even enter the atmosphere. Earth had a much higher gravity  than what they were used to, approximately five times more in fact. None of them would even be able to stand without exo-suits, but even so, they would probably be crushed against the inside of the suit. Most likely, the humans would come up to their ship, or the Torgians would go to the Earth moon or the planet they named Mars. Until then, they would use holographic conferences.

Once they were settled in orbit, Hot’ath sent a hail signal to the planet. He had diplomats with him, but the King had placed him in charge, so their first real conversation was his responsibility. An image of a man sitting on a large, uncomfortable looking throne made of a dark red wood and ornate silver inlay. “Greetings, I am Emperor Guanwudi, Ruler of the Terran Empire.” The man announced, his lips not matching the audio as it was translated to Standard Intergalactic. Hot’ath recognized him from the Current Events file in the Human’s Information transfer.

Hot’ath bowed as he learned to do in the files, and replied. “I am Admiral Hot’ath. With me are Lady Fer-gin and Sir Hot’gun. We hail from the Torgian Kingdom.”

“May I ask how you found us and what your intentions are?”

“We were an expeditionary force exploring this galaxy, it was believed to be mostly uninhabited until our long range sensors picked up an artificial radiowave. We followed it here and found your system. We have no specific intentions beyond offering friendship.”

The emperor  nodded and moved on to his next question without hesitation, revealing nothing in his face or voice. “Why did you stop at Pluto on your first visit?”

“There was an outpost there that was the gateway to the blackzone. Have you not found it?”

The emperor’s face faintly flinched. “No. Over five hundred years ago, it was decreed that Pluto was to be left alone as the only untouched planet. Have you learned why this was a blackzone since your last visit?”

This threw Hot’ath for a few moments before he remembered that he had told them before that he did not know why the blackzone was in place. “Yes, it seemed that a few hundred million years ago a dangerous species was sent here as a quarantine exile. The outpost was abandoned when it was determined that the species was no longer a threat. It was so long ago, that the records were lost and the entire event was forgotten. But our King has suspended the blackzone until further notice upon learning of your discovery.”

“How far away do you hail from?” he asked, as though the previous question was not asked.

“Approximately 200 billion of what you call lightyears.”

The king gave a faint smile, the change in tone threw off the admiral, who had thought that the human was ready to wage war at any moment. “So even in space, there are explorers.”

“Before we came, were you content to stop where you are now? Or did you look to the stars and find other planets you could go see?” Hot’ath replied with a smile of his own.

“True.” The man conceded. “But we do not know how different our species are. How do you think it would work out if we were to treat you as humans, or you to treat us as Torgian?”

“I am glad to see that you act with forethought. I have made many first contacts, and not all species are so intelligent.”

The emperor laughed, the noise harsh and halting. If Hot’ath had not been thoroughly briefed on Human expression during the several month journey here, then he would have been confused. Of course, all species had odd expressions, but this being the most sensitive and dangerous interaction he had ever had, it paid to be prepared. “I thank you for the compliment.” The man got out as his laughter died down. “So, Admiral, how should we proceed? What are your plans?”

Hot’ath gave a brief overview of the vaccination plan, then went on to explain that they would not be able to set foot on any planet greater than .3 of earth’s mass due to their bodies. They will then survey the system’s resources and see if there is anything of value to the Hot’ath. There were other legal questions involved such as how far theTerran Empires borders stretched past the solar system, and how many other systems they could claim, but that was the job of the Ambassadors. For now, he only requested permission to gather physical samples of earth, plant, and animal tissue from each planet.

“That sounds reasonable.” The Emperor agreed. “I would greatly like to establish trade between our people. If this can be a mutually beneficial relationship all the better. I hope to speak to you again soon, admiral.” He pressed a button that wasn’t visible on the arm of his chair, cutting the communication.

Hot’ath nearly collapsed in relief. They were friendly. They wanted to trade. They were giving him everything he asked for.  He had not expected it to go anywhere close to this well.  “Admiral?” Lady Fir-gin placed a six fingered hand on his back.

“I’m O.K.” he assured everyone. The inhabitants of the bridge were al looking to him. They were just as scared and relieved as he was. “Prepare for Stage 1.” He straightened up, giving out orders. “Have Dr Mon-fit’tch coordinate with the human delegates where the survey droids are to gather their tissue samples, and Dr. Brath’thn send excavation droids out to gather soil samples.

After a moment of silence the bridge started to bustle in activity. Everyone had jobs to do and no time to wait. They had made friends with the monsters.

Please know that Thranduil is not the racist asshat that was portrayed in Jackson’s movie! Please understand that of the elves that reside in Middle Earth, Thranduil is one of the least racist and likely has no prejudice against the Silvan.

Tauriel calling herself a “lowly” Silvan elf and Thranduil agreeing with her is such a disservice to his character.

Thranduil and his father are the only elves in Middle Earth to have adopted the culture and language of the people they ruled willingly. They did not impose Sindarian language or customs onto the Silvan, they adopted the Silvan culture as if it where their own.

(Surprisingly, the ones that colonized and rule over Silvan (and there is no mention of them retaining the Silvan culture either) are the elves that Jackson glorifies the most, those being the rulers of Loth Lorien, Galadriel and Celeborn.)

So do not get into the Tolkein fandom thinking that Thranduil is racist. Jackson painted him in an awful light, but he is not like that. He’s their greatest King.

St Patrick’s Day: the day Anglo-American people dress up as a Walt Disney’s inaccurate interpretation of leprechauns (which is a racist caricature), and drink a beverage called an “Irish car bomb” (which makes light of the fact that the Irish were stereotyped as terrorists for fighting for independence using guerrilla tactics), and yell phrases in poorly anglicized Gaeilge (an indigenous language that English colonizers outlawed), and no one sees those things as being problematic because “Irish people are white,” ignoring the fact that the reason there are more people of Irish descent living in America than in Ireland is because there was a fucking diaspora thanks to English colonialism.

It is on days like today when Irish people, Jewish people, and light-skinned tribes like the Sami are all reminded that we don’t get to be considered “white” or “indigenous” except when it’s convenient for White People™ and PoC™.

If I invade your safe space rhetoric, I don’t care. I’m tired of this. One of my homelands has been independent for 68 years (ireland) and my other people haven’t had citizenship in their homeland for more than 50 years. Come for me, I have history on my side.

anonymous asked:

I can understand using the Gadsden Snake and fist as a "Fuck you!" to the dipshits who've stolen it for themselves, but heaping extra hate on the Founding Fathers is a bit uncalled for. Yeah, they were manipulative bastards, thieves, smugglers, and slavers, but so was everyone else back then; England, France, Spain, Portugal, Germany, the Netherlands, /everyone/ who colonized new lands took one look at the people living there and thought, "Either this benefits me, or it's gotta go. Maybe both."

I spend time “heaping extra hate” on the Founding Fathers because they knowingly created the most impenetrable capitalist empire the world has ever seen. Their interests were firmly set upon the land-owning elite and they stank of the most vile hypocrisy. They’re celebrated so vigorously here, in such an uncritical way, that I feel as though they’re due an extra bit of attention/hate – destroy the liberal-democratic illusion and all that. 

Tickle fight

Pairing: Benny Colón x reader

Wordcount: 715

A/N: @making-a-memory-with-freddy I hope you enjoy reading it! Gif belongs to the amazing @worksofprobie

In this heatwave, even with barely any bed sheets or clothes, open windows and a fan, it is still too hot in Benny’s bed. His apartment is located in downtown New York City, and through the open windows, you can hear the city that never sleeps. The two of you have been up all night because of the heat, although it is debatable whether all the heat is caused by the heatwave.

Benny is lying on his back, one armed wrapped around your, tracing circles on the soft skin of your back. Your head is resting on his chest – you can feel the rhythmic beating of his heart, his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. Every now and then, Benny leaves a butterfly kiss on your forehead, nose, temple, or your hair. The two of you have spent the past couple of hours mostly talking since it is impossible to sleep with this heat.

You’re enjoying the tender sensation of Benny’s fingers trailing up and down your spine until he suddenly starts to tickle you. Both his hands are covering you all over your body, tickling everywhere. It is impossible for you to get away from him – he has you pulled on top of him, his strong arms keeping you in place. It started out with just some soft giggling, but by now you are laughing uncontrollably, not being able to get some words out. Benny’s face is showing a bright smile and you love the sweet sound of his laughter. Even in the dark light you can see his dark eyes scanning up and down your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers under his breath as he lets out a chuckle.

“Just stop,” you laugh, barely being able to get the words out between breaths. “Please.” The muscles in your stomach start to hurt from laughing.  Your body is trying to curl up in a desperate attempt to escape Benny’s touch, but his strong hold on you prevents you from rolling away.

Finally, Benny is tickling you a little less. You straighten your back, sitting on top of his bare chest, ready to seek revenge and tickle him right back. You are fighting his arms away, keeping his body in place. It is impossible for him to move due to your position, and he it is now his turn to laugh uncontrollably.

“Okay, okay!” he manages to get out in between breaths. “I got it!” Your hands are covering every inch of his body.

“I learned my lesson!” he says, his voice louder than he intended.

“I don’t think you did, Benjamin Colón,” you chuckle. “I don’t think you did!” Benny is trying to get out from your grip by moving his body. He is writhing his legs underneath you, not watching where he is kicking. One of his legs hits you in your ribs – a lot harder than he initially thinks. You roll off of him, lying on your side, facing him.

“God, Benny, that really hurts,” you groan.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning over you. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt badly?”

“It’s okay,” you say, but he really hit you hard – his boxing lessons paid off. Benny pulls you in for a tight hug, kissing you softly, tucking your hair behind your ears. He always makes sure to take good care of you, especially when something is wrong.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your ear, it is barely more than a breath of air. He carefully pulls you back on top of him.

“I happen to know a way you can make it up to me,” you say with a mischievous look in your eyes, slowly leaning down for a kiss. Benny’s hands are running over your back again and you wrap your legs around him. One of his hands is tugging gently at your hair, forming a fist in it. He is biting your lip, his lips discovering the soft skin of your jaw, and down to your neck. He always knows exactly where your weak spots are – you are moaning at the sensation of his lips sucking at your skin.

“That sounds better,” Benny says under his breath, continuing his work.

Unpopular opinion

I don’t think flushing the yeerk pool at the end of the series makes Jake a war criminal. Was it fucked-up? Sure. Was it ruthless? Undoubtedly. Were there better ways to end the war? Probably.

But at the end of the day, Jake and the Animorphs were sixteen years old. They were children. They were child soldiers, who had been fighting since they were thirteen, and. How must that have affected their development? How did the war, the siege state that Jake lived in at his own home, the fear and terror and hatred, affect them?

And that’s not even considering that the magnitude of his actions probably didn’t even register until much, much later. At sixteen your brain isn’t even really equipped yet to truly understand death in the way a twenty year old would. In fact, not even your empathy nor impulse control is completely developed yet at that age. Add to it PTSD, depression, anxiety, insane levels of stress, the responsibility of the entire human race, his family having been taken, his brother, his cousin, and what do you get? A very angry, unstable teenager. A child soldier thinking in absolute terms.

I wanted to yell at the stupid prosecutor who accused Jake of being just like Visser One, because you have an adult colonizer on one hand, and a child soldier on the other, and it’s not the same at all.

What he did was terrible and I’m not sure I would be able to even live with myself in the aftermath of it, but I just can’t categorize a child as a war criminal, given the circumstances and the knowledge we have of human development and the fact that he had every right to be as angry as he was, and he wasn’t an adult to pull back and say HEY I SHOULD BE THE BIGGER MAN HERE. He was a child and although what he did was horrifying, I’d never be able to compare him to Visser One or call him a war criminal.