don't even ask; i have no idea what compelled me to do this

anonymous asked:

Hi, if you don't mind could you explain what that means because I'm lost, also what trend where you talking about here: "me, being kicked out of school for plagiarism: um you’re not entitled to my emotional labor? find the sources yourself"

um, you’re not entitled to my emotional labour.

No, I’m joking, of course I will explain.

This is a joke about an exchange you might see rattling around tumblr, usually in regards to social justice topics. Someone will ask for an explanation of or clarification on a topic, or advice on how to handle something and they’ll just be told to “educate themselves”, and sometimes told directly that asking is demanding emotional labour of minorities.

(in case you’ve not run across the term, emotional labour originated in describing the extra emotional theatre service workers are expected to perform for customers, but nowdays gets used more broadly to demands for emotional support and processing and free domestic and similar labour which is disproportionately demanded of women and other minorities).

So the joke is about the differing epistemological standards between Tumblr, where that’s appropriate and academia, where you’d actually be punished because you are, quite legitimately, expected to back up your statements.

And the reason that I reblogged it specifically in the meanest way possible is that I do not like the concept of “just educate yourself”. I really, really do not.

This is an idea that comes from a lot of good places, which is what I’m going to start with. But it also gets used in a lot of ways I find at best deeply suspect and at worst fairly toxic, which is why I was reblogging the joke in my nastiest voice.

1. I do think that if you’re going to ask someone for advice directly the polite thing to do is to exhaust your own resources first. The idea that Dr. Google should be your first stop is a good one and I don’t want to bash on it.

2. A lot of this arises from people who get deluged with questions, often invasive, and often repeatedly exerting the right to take a break. AND THAT’S DEFINITELY AWESOME. No one should be compelled to do activism. When someone says “hey can you answer my question” unless you’re actually being paid to educate them, “no” is definitely an excellent and reasonable answer. And if someone tells you their not doing the question answering thing, the only polite option is to gracefully go ask someone else.

3. Some people get tremendously picky about how other people offer them free time and effort and the call to educate yourself comes, in part from people who’ve been offered summaries and curated reading lists and demanded, instead, private lessons. Which is just bloody rude.

BUT, even though “go away and educate yourself” is a totally reasonable idea in many circumstances, as I’ve listed, there are some really icky ways I see some of this getting used.

1. I find the idea that dropping an ask in someone’s open ask box is a “demand” very suspect. Its certainly a request, but there’s no force associated with it. If I’d decided not to answer this, for instance, I could simply delete it. If I kept getting too many asks I could even close my ask box, or turn off anon. You can’t compel me to answer your ask. You can’t punish me for not doing it. (I am perfectly happy to answer this, fyi). Now, the nature of Tumblr means that searching is very hard and its easy to end up deluged with the same basic question over and over. I’m not an education blog, I get few asks and I’ve still been asked what image captions are for 5-6 times. So I get that it can be very frustrating… but its still not a demand.

2. It often seems to carry the idea that finding information is a lot easier than it actually is. Really basic information can be readily googled. But there’s huge amounts of ideas I’ve encountered during fandom conversations, or just floating through tumblr threads, or on ask blogs that I have LITERALLY been unable to find via google, even after a good few hours looking, and that’s for information that I already know. I don’t think this is malicious a lot of the time. When you’re an expert its very easy to loose track of what is and isn’t easy to find for a non-expert. But its still pretty brutal to exhaust your google-skills, go ask something and be told in so many words to “just google it stupid”.

These two aren’t so bad, they’re mostly just a case of conflicting experiences and that happens. But.

3. Even though “go do it yourself” is a great thing to say if you’re looking to avoid activism (and I’ll reiterate I think that’s everyone’s right and you should never feel bad for saying ‘no I’m done/not doing this’ about activism, God knows I do it enough) I see it being used as activism instead. And it gives me a case of the nopes. Because the person who does the educating sets the curriculum. And when you say “go educate yourself” you’re rolling the dice on if the person who does educate them is on your side or not. Especially because it is virtually impossible to fact-check something you’re unfamiliar with. There’s also often a HUGE effort imbalance. Like, sure, it takes me some effort to dig up my “here’s why image captions are a thing” post. And it took me a bit of effort to write it in the first place, but It would probably take the asker a lot longer to google it all up. And that’s a pretty simple topic. I’ve asked activist friends for reading lists before and realistically getting 20-30min help from them has saved me probably 2-3 hours. And the information quality is better on top of that.

4. While this doesn’t happen a huge amount, I see this sometimes attached to very complex issues, or or topics where opinions are very diverse and then it, quite frankly, creeps me out a bit. Because when I see “just educate yourself omg” attached to a post with a strong opinion element, even though it might not be intentional, I cannot help but perceive an undercurrent of “if you were truly educated you’d agree with me” and “how dare you ask for sources, don’t question me, just shut up and do as I say”… and those… those are not good dynamics.

so it’s no news that an infuriated debate is surrounding iron fist. i’m not gonna get into that here. i will, however, offer my pov on what makes it a better show than we’ve been reading in the past ten days or so. contains spoilers:

  • it’s a feel good show with a light-heartedness to it. daredevil, jessica jones and luke cage were pretty dark and socially/politically charged on a level, iron fist really isn’t asking to point you the way to anything. danny is extremely traumatized but the writing won’t allow it to weigh on your shoulders thanks to the innocence that’s also inherent to the character and often paints him as a most unlikely hero. you might feel for him (if you have a heart, i guess) but once you’ve closed your netflix tab you’ll probably just be as hopeful as he is or forget about his problems altogether. i’m not sure i’d have watched daredevil with my younger brother, but i’d surely watch this one with him.
  • danny rand’s story is one of loss, trauma and even rejection that i’m sure can resonate with many people even though they never punched a dragon. anyone danny’s age (or even not) can definitely feel like they don’t belong, and maybe i’m overreading but the fact that he can’t always control his titular fist feels like an allegory of how all of us often can’t or won’t find our own energy and strengths to get ourselves out of a bad place.
  • it’s been argued that danny lacks charisma and generally the quality of a hero. it’s true, but that’s because the narrative wants him to. he’s a boy who has no idea who he is or what he’s doing, although he might sometimes think he does. his naivete is the point of the character and while he can also be problematic those aspects of him are never celebrated. i don’t know how that’s going to evolve in other seasons/shows, but season 1 danny is no hero because he’s not supposed to be. to be quite honest, if critics didn’t get that i have no idea how to help them.
  • to offer some support to what i just said: there are scenes in which characters flat out tell danny he’s “the worst iron fist ever” and a pretty underwhelming fighter (i’m using kinder words than those that were actually uttered). he’s repeatedly called out on his shit and kept at arm’s length, his ability to be the iron fist is openly questioned and no one ever restrains from pointing out he really isn’t the sharpest pencil.
  • there are five women on the show, and they pretty much to various extent carry it by moving the plot forward. take joy: she could have been the good sister to the bad brother but she helped danny regain his place in the company because it was the right thing to do and then single-handedly kept three asses in it when they were voted out. jeri showed a more human side to her character while also being a boss ass bitch against the meachums, not to mention she took way less than half of new york combined to figure out whether danny was actually whom he claimed to be or not. now, the three women of colour then deserve a bullet point each. 
  • colleen is a wonderful character. resourceful and independent, like danny she’s long been a little detached from the world (namely left in japan with her grandfather) and can feel like a fish out of water. she’s young and idealistic but also way more experienced and mature than danny, which makes them both a sweet, even touching pair and a not-so-ideal match (claire’s words, more or less). with her great fighting skills and her complexity she’s rightly considered the highlight of this show. 
  • claire is too cool for me to describe so i’ll just say she keeps being wonderful and offering a refreshing, grounded point of view to the craziness that surrounds her. sweet christmas!
  • madame gao is a force of nature. she’ll just stand (or sit) there and offer serafic words of wisdom and even when put in a corner she’ll be the most powerful person in the room. her ability to mess with people’s head by simply spilling uncomfortable truth makes her frightening because really is there an enemy more dangerous than some part of us we don’t want to face? and, well, obviously she’s one hell of a criminal mastermind. i haven’t been this terrified since fisk and she barely raised an eyebrow this whole season.
  • when finn jones said this was the most diverse show in the marvel/netflix universe many might have laughed out loud, but turns out he was right. there are episodes in the back half of the season, especially towards the end, where he is pretty much the only white character around. 
  • i’m very excited about davos. his position and motivations are understandable and i like that he’s not a villain born but he’s coming from a place of love and loyalty. this, along with the fact that he wanted and felt more deserving to be the iron fist, really makes for a compelling opponent. i’m not sure where this alliance with joy is going, but i can’t wait to find out.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon where MC is a vampire so she has been alive for like 400 years and when she meets her s/o she offers to change them because she could not live without them for the rest of her immortal life. [RFA+V+Saeran] (for saeyoung if you wanna add changing saeran as well because he loves his brother so much and do the same for saeran's turn I don't mind fam)




~ he would be all for it

~ wasn’t really surprised when mc told him

~ there was a stash of blood bags in your closet mc… it wasn’t too hard to figure out

~ the idea of being able to be with you forever excites him

~ mc is it possible to turn a cat

~ no



~ actually cried when you told him the truth about what you are

~ doesn’t really like the idea of feeding off of a human

~ or compelling them to forget

~ like at all

~ but he accepts because its mc

~ ends up using blood bags to feed because feeding off of another person is just.. too weird


~ haha mc stop messing with me

~ oh god you aren’t

~ wait how old are you actually????

~ it takes her awhile to make a decision because this means having to move around every few years


~ at first he’s totally against you turning him

~ he can’t stand the thought of not being able to act anymore

~ mc I won’t age, people will notice

~ kind of at war in his head right now

~ give him a few years mc, just a few more years to act and then he will


~ lol mc I know

~ he has literally been waiting for you to ask him this forever

~ duh, turn me rn

~ just super excited to be a vampire

~ but even more excited to be one with mc

~ he ends up convincing saeran to turn


~ but.. will it give me my eyesight back?

~ either way I still have you, mc

~ he’s not really afraid, just has a shit ton of questions

~ of course mc, who wouldn’t want to spend eternity with you?


~ not really surprised

~ you have some pretty weird habits mc..

~ wasn’t that hard to figure out lol

~ super unsure about letting you turn him

~ saeyoung helps you convince him


ahhh hi I’m sorry some of these are short, I’m painting while I answer asks!

I hope you like it!!!


whileyoureinschoolidothisallday  asked:

Hi!!! I have a question for you if you don't mind me asking. My friend and I are doing a J&D RP and, even though I've been doing this for longer than she has, neither of us have any idea what to do for currency. I know that eco ore and Precursor Orbs are rarer forms of currency, and the wiki says dark eco is the most common type of eco that's used in the future. But even in crystal form, dark eco isn't safe to handle, so I'm at a loss as to what form of eco is common currency??

I don’t think eco of any type is used as currency; it’s certainly a valuable commodity in jnd-verse but it would be too difficult to carry/transfer, especially considering that the majority of the population can’t handle eco safely– I’d think of eco more as a natural fuel source (sort of comparable to oil for us), and in a large city like Haven it’s unlikely that people would rely on direct bartering or trading.

in TPL era, Orbs were commonly used as a sort of currency, but this wouldn’t exactly be practical in the long run; they’d be pretty large and cumbersome to carry around, and the fact that they’re so rare in the future makes me think that they were likely valued as a raw material (melted down and reforged into more useful items). post-TPL, they’re treated more as a rare artifact than a form of currency.

anyway, we do have some canon evidence of a ‘typical’ currency system in Haven; there’s one mission in renegade where you collect bribes for Krew (rendered as money bags in-game) and there’s several other lines that imply a money-based economy. unfortunately, we don’t have any canon information beyond that; no one ever pays Jak directly and there’s no in-game shop system.

((I’ve got a headcanon that Jak doesn’t really understand money after growing up in Sandover; he does tasks for people in exchange for the stuff he needs but no one really pays him in the traditional sense– the Underground lacks the resources to offer wages and relies on volunteers fighting for a cause, while Krew takes advantage of Jak’s ignorance and just tosses him a few gun upgrades to keep him happy))

tl;dr:  Haven has money, we just don’t know what it’s called or what form(s) it takes.
–  in my own writing, I’ve used 'credit chips’ for Havenite money– I imagine this as a form of digitised currency that would function similar to a prepaid card (you load money from your account onto the chip, most reputable stores have a chip-reader and the amount is deducted automatically). I’d think physical currency is still used as well, especially for smaller transactions, but it’s probably associated with criminal activity because it’s harder to track.
–  for a currency name, something like 'credits’ is a decent generic. if I was really going in deep I’d probably try to come up with something more world-specific (like maybe 'marks’ as a play on 'Mar’?) but I’ve yet to write a scenario where I’ve felt compelled to develop a full money system.

avengerwho  asked:

Why don't you like Hamilton? I've never seen it, I was just wondering

Glad you asked!

First, let us quote Hamilton’s wikipedia page, so that way, we’re working from actual documentation, and not just hear-say.

Miranda said that the portrayal of Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and other Caucasian historical figures by black and Hispanic actors should not require any substantial suspension of disbelief by audience members. “Our cast looks like America looks now, and that’s certainly intentional,” he said. “It’s a way of pulling you into the story and allowing you to leave whatever cultural baggage you have about the founding fathers at the door.”[32] He noted “We’re telling the story of old, dead white men but we’re using actors of color, and that makes the story more immediate and more accessible to a contemporary audience.


Emphasis is my own, by the way.

Basically, what Lin-Manuel Miranda seems to be saying is “I feel that my audience is going to have trouble understanding the actions of historical figures, exclusively because said historical figures are White™, and my audience is POC™.”

This can lead to the conclusion of two things:

1: “White people aren’t interesting, nor are they compelling, especially if they are from the past. The only interesting people are POC people.”

2: “POC audiences are unable to understand the lives, emotions, and struggles white people, by virtue of them not being white, or visa-versa”.

Now, it should not take much to realize that this is a racist sentiment. So, apparently, by Lin-Manuel Miranda’s logic, White People™ are not interesting to a POC audience. Also, it seems to imply that the audience needs to have their hand held, or the story changed in order to understand it, because it is somehow too complex or incomprehensible for the modern mind. This implies that you view your audience as moronic, or simple minded, which is obviously not the case.

Furthermore, this implication alienates other audience members, who don’t fit whatever broad definition that “POC” seems to stand for nowadays. By insinuating that the only way to relate to historical figures is to change their race arbitrarily, and without true foresight or respect for the historical record is offensive on the deepest level.

One could not, for instance, do a musical on the life of Booker T. Washington, or George Washington Carver, and cast a white man in the lead. They would be (rightfully) thrown out, and hailed as racist. Yet, once you cast an actual, historical person as a POC person, it’s totally okay, or better yet, hailed as “groundbreaking” and “progressive”.

What it is is racist, pure and simple. He has prejudiced and discriminated against the Founding Fathers based on their race, and no other reason.

Another reason is that in the play, King George III has this line:

cause when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love

Now, let us first clarify that I understand that, as a dramatic representation of historical events, Hamilton needs a “villain”. And, it is true that as king of England, George III was ultimately the one responsible for his country’s actions regarding the Americans. To quote A Bug’s Life:

The first rule of leadership: everything is your fault.

But even so, let it be made clear that, by all historical accounts, George III was described as a genuinely kindhearted man who wanted what was best for England, and by extension, her territories overseas. He apparently preferred to spend time outdoors, hunting and farming, then going over the politics. So, for the musical to paint him as a comically sociopath stalker who treats the Americans like some sort of ex-girlfriend is sorely inaccurate. That George III was wrong in his handling of America is an established fact. I firmly believe that America had every right to revolution, and that breaking free of England was a wonderful thing. I’m a very patriotic American, but at the same time, I’m not an idiot, and I can understand the broader political intricacies and motivations of both sides of the conflict.

Bonus points is that at one point in the play, George III says “If you leave me, I guess I’ll go mad”, and the line is treated almost as a funny joke to show how crazy George III is.

The thing is, George III suffered from several intense mental disorders, with symptoms including:

  • Babbling incomprehensibly for hours on end, until he foamed at the mouth or was too hoarse to speak.
  • Flying into wild convulsions that required several man servants to pin him down, lest he hurt himself or others.
  • Going entirely deaf, and loosing ability to verbally communicate, spending the twilight of his years wandering his private country home, unable to speak and unable to run the country.
  • (Source)

So, George III did actually suffer from mental illness, so severe, that he was unable to properly run the country at all at the end of his life, and his son, George IV, had to take over.

So for the musical to make a real person’s actual severe mental disorders and illnesses, and use them to crack a joke, is cruel and insensitive in the most horrible way possible, and Lin-Manuel Miranda should feel shame for making such a thing.

That’s not even getting into how I feel about Miranda stating that he views Alexander Hamilton as bisexual (who most agree was straight), and how that reflects yet another violation of history in the name of “diversity”.

If you wanted do a musical about the founding fathers, I love the idea. Go watch 1776 if you want. If you want a musical about an actual POC historical figure (like, say, Frederick Douglass, or Booker T. Washington, who having incredibly inspirational stories), go for it. If you want a musical about a LGBTQ historical figure, go for it! But I don’t want, is for people to change history, and misinterpret the lives of actual people simply so that they can push some sort of agenda or political message, however subliminal.

And that’s why I don’t like Hamilton.

AHAHAHA SO, @sukekou’s comic inspired me so I wrote this in like fifteen minutes.  I hope you all enjoy it!  (You can find the comic in question here!)

Kaito watched Kudou with interest as he and Hakuba discussed the case they were working on.  Something about the noodles was weird?  Kaito had no idea, but he liked watching them work.  If he needed to step in, it wouldn’t take much to get him up to speed, but with his two favorite detectives on the scene, he was sure it wouldn’t take long.

Sure enough, by the top of the hour, Hakuba returned to their table with a new tea for Kaito (and an apologetic smile) and Kudou following just behind him.  Kudou shot him a curious look, but shrugged off whatever he was thinking.

“Are you friends with the Heisei Holmes, Hakuba?” Kaito asked, turning on the charm.  “I’m surprised!  You know someone famous!”  Kaito left off the other famous person he knew, but he could tell Hakuba was reading it in his smile.  Hakuba scowled.

“I did tell you I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine, didn’t I?”

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ollyollyoxenfreelitbm  asked:

Hi! I saw some of your recent asks and thought I'd ask why you don't like AU's or swap, etc.? I'm honestly just curious and you always have such well-formed, articulate thoughts and ideas (I enjoy your blog and art very much). Thanks again for everything you do! <3

I should preface this by saying, I can still enjoy some of the AU fanworks if they’re done well enough, or still manage to capture the magic of the original game. UnderFell started out that way, like an extra hard mode pacifist run, and I still have a soft spot for most Fell!Paps artworks that depict him as trying REALLY HARD to be an edgelord, but not being very good at it. Tsundere Paps presses my buttons.

And like, the mere sight of them doesn’t offend me, it’s more of a “meh, this doesn’t excite me” feeling.

But generally, it’s because they feel so far removed from the source, it’s like something else entirely.

The characters almost never feel like their original counterparts? And often they take themselves very seriously, with themes of abuse and death and being tortured. I’m not against those things, I enjoy a good angsty fic now and then. But it’s not typically what’s on my mind when I want to look at Undertale stuff, you know?

I should say– Undertale is delightful and warm and human in a way that most stories aren’t. I want more of that rare feeling it gave me. If I wanted straight up angst or straight up silliness, there are tons of other things around me that I could go for.  

My other, and probably biggest, barrier is that they’re almost ALL ABOUT SANS.

I love Sans. I love Sans Having Problems™. In the past year, this blog has been like, 80% Sans.

But I like thinking about him with the other characters. I like thinking about how they all influence each other, how they all populate this world and make it full. How they’d all grow and change after going to the surface. It’s not just about him being the hero or having a sad or overcoming his dark and certainly unpleasant past. How do the other elements of the story shape him? He doesn’t exist in a void. his dad does

Most of the AUs seem to forget that anyone exists besides the skelebros? Even to the point where there are some AUs made up of many different versions of Sans. …Iiiiii’m just not interested. 

The blueberry annoys me the most because I feel like the basis of his popularity is “Sans is my favorite, but the best character in the game is Papyrus. You know what would make Papyrus better? Making him Sans.” That’s just… not compelling to me in the slightest. His design is cute tho’! I’ll concede that.

Swap in particular seems to flatten everyone into caricatures of themselves. A lot of the nuance and complexity is lost.

I like AUs like StoryShift, where it nails the feeling and tone of the game. The characters are still in-character, even if they’re shifted around into different roles. And there’s been a few more minor ones that felt ‘right’.

I’m not against big deviations from the source. It just… has to have something in common with it more than Sans’ face. You know, some of the love that made the original special. 

…It’s comparable to how I feel about the Wizard of Oz. I love the whimsy of the original books, and even the original movie. It’s frustrating to watch all these modern movies and shows come out that completely ignore that whimsy, as if it’s undesirable and the only parts worth saving are the character names and locations.

I want more of the magical, nonsensical “it just is”-ness of the original. Go on an adventure and make lots of wacky friends along the way. I’m not here for the drama. I’m sure there are lots of people out there that prefer that, and that’s fine. But for me… no thanks. 

Jeonghan: Please Don't Be My Prince Part 2

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You were on edge the entire weekend, scared that at any moment vampires would steal you away in the night and force you to join them. You jumped whenever someone strange walked in your direction, even if it was in the sunlight. The absence of any significant happenings only fueled your anxiety. There was no way that the prince of the vampires would just let his one and only soulmate leave him like that, so you were absolutely dreading what you would find when you were called up to the office the following Monday at school.

You trudged down the hallway, which seemed shorter than normal. All you wanted to do was prolong the trip, but the universe was not on your side that morning. The secretary greeted you with an unusually bright smile.

“You can go right into the conference room, Miss,” she giggled. You did not reply, only nodded, and opened the door to find a little more than you were expecting.

Because it was not Jeonghan waiting for you, or even some of the palace guards. Oh no, of course not. With your luck, it was his parents that were seated in the conference room, the very King and Queen of the vampires. The Queen stood up at your entrance.

“You must be the girl our little prince has told us so much about!” she squealed.

You turned a deep shade of crimson and bowed. “Y-Your Majesty.”

“Really, there’s no need to be so formal, dear! We’re practically family,” she laughed. You straightened back up warily.

You had never actually seen the royal family in person, and you realized immediately that television did not do their beauty justice. Jeonghan clearly took after his mother, whose hair, even while pulled up, looked as silky soft as her son’s. She seemed to have a constant blush on her cheek and a glimmer in her eyes. She was not at all what the old stories would have said a vampire looked like. The King, on the other hand, resembled this description almost to a tee. He was tall and imposing with a deadly dignified air, and you wondered if he ever showed his emotions. How he and the Queen had been destined soulmates was beyond you.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered.

“Oh, you don’t have to say anything. I know this all must seem crazy to you, living your life one second and finding out you’ll be Queen the next. We just wanted to see the woman that our son will be with,” she attempted to reassure you. For some reason, you could not find it in you to squash her dreams. You were not all that inclined to accept the Prince.

“Why don’t we sit down? You really shouldn’t get too excited, darling. You must consider your health,” the King finally spoke. His voice was deep and gravelly, and not as kind as you would have expected a king’s voice to be. But then again, he was a vampire king, not a human one.

The interrogation began as soon as you were all seated. By the time you left, they knew who your entire family was, your favorite colors, what you were studying, what you were going to do with your life, how they could read all of the articles you had written, how you felt about green tea – it was enough to make your head spin. They only let you go once you promised not to tell Jeonghan that they had been there. Apparently the only things that he had actually told them had been that you existed and that they should under no circumstances go to see you before he worked everything out.

The Queen was one of the nicest people you had ever met, and even the King was charming in his own way. It was clear that he cared for his wife a lot. The thought that that kind of permanent love could be yours definitely crossed your mind, but you tried not to think about it. You had your reasons for avoiding the Prince.

Speaking of the Prince, you had not heard anything from him. You thought for sure that he would have been pursuing you relentlessly – not that you wanted him to, exactly, but once the idea had crossed your mind you could not say that you did not think it was interesting. However, you were absolutely determined to cherish these last moments of peace before he decided to bother you.

And that time turned out to be that afternoon on your way home from school.

“Will you just please get in the car?” Jeonghan huffed. A lock of his hair had escaped his ponytail, but he did not bother to push it back.

“I’m not going to be in a car alone with you,” you replied, your steps never faltering.

“I promise I’ll take you home. It’s just not safe for you to go out alone, especially when half of your route home is completely out of sight,” he explained.

“I heard you the first time,” you said, “but I like walking home, and I barely know you.”

There was no use in trying to walk faster; he easily matched whatever pace you set with his long legs. The car, which had the royal crest on the sides, had been following you two for at least twenty minutes.

“Fine. You can meet me at her house, Changsun. We will walk there,” Jeonghan told his driver.

“I, not we. I will walk there,” you grumbled.

“Your Highness, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to leave you alone. Your parents only allowed you to go without bodyguards as long as I was here,” Changsun fretted.

“It’s really fine. I’m the one here, not my parents, and I’m telling you to leave,” Jeonghan insisted.

“Really, Your Highness, I-“

You certainly were not a huge fan of Changsun, but you did not have anything against him, and by no means did you wish him dead. But, unfortunately, that seemed to be his fate. You shrieked at the sight of his body turning to dust. You were lucky that it was hard to make out some of the goriest details in the evening light.

Jeonghan cursed.

“Get behind me!” he ordered. Normally you would ignore him, but after seeing a man being murdered, you would do almost anything he told you to do. You ducked behind him just as five men appeared in a circle around you. The one directly across from you pushed up his sleeves, revealing a crimson outline of a dripping heart carved into his wrist. Your legs nearly gave out from under you.

“Jeonghan,” you managed to choke out, “they’re from the Bleeding Heart.”

“Well this day just keeps getting better and better.” He blew that loose lock of hair back.

The Bleeding Heart was an organization of sorts that began to grow shortly after the vampire government was established. Its membership included both vampires and humans who all worked towards the same goal – the total separation of the two races. Of course, there were people who believed that who were perfectly respectable members of society, but the Bleeding Heart was by far the most violent group. They thought that the only way to break the ties between the vampires and humans was to cause as much chaos as possible.

“So it’s true then? The little prince has found his mate,” one of the men cooed.

“Isn’t that just… the sweetest,” another added, a Cheshire grin showing off his fangs.

The third, who was the mirror image of the second, leaned towards his twin. “Do you think our loving and generous Crown Prince believes in sharing?”

“I don’t know, but I’d certainly like a bite of that.” The other licked his lips as he eyed you. You were so close to Jeonghan’s back that you could feel the feral growl that ripped through him.

“Don’t touch her!” he yelled.

Not even a second after his outburst did a sixth member materialize behind them and yank you away.

“Jeonghan!” you cried out. He whipped around, and you saw his fangs for the first time that day. He was ready to rip out the throat of whoever touched you. However, he straightened up and returned to a more human-like appearance almost immediately. You had flinched.

The first man grinned. “Why don’t you come with us then?”


You should have been home. You should have been already in your pajamas, lazing on the couch, probably eating things that would ruin your dinner. But instead you were folded up in a small square of a room with the Crown Prince of the vampires sitting opposite you. The room was bare save for a small, metal table in one of the corners. Jeonghan rested his head against its leg.

“I know this isn’t the ideal location to have this discussion, but while we’re here, we might as well talk about something,” he said.

“Is it about the fact that your hair’s nearly longer than mine? Because I feel like we’ve been avoiding that subject,” you snapped.

He snorted. “It’s actually about the fact that you’ve been avoiding every subject. Why do you keep running from me?”

You broke eye contact. “Has it ever crossed your mind that I’m not really into this whole soulmate thing?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in; I’m going through this the same as you. And I know that we don’t feel much of anything for each other right now, which is understandable because we don’t know each other yet, but why don’t you give this a chance? Being soulmates means that yes, while we can love other people, we’ll never love anyone else as much as each other. Why are you running from that?” Jeonghan sat up, pushing his hair out of his face as he spoke. He stretched out his legs and had to spread them to keep from hitting yours. You eyed his polka-dotted socks.

“I just… I just don’t think I’m the right one for this, I guess. I’m not exactly cut out for your world.” You felt compelled to answer honestly, though you knew he had no hand in that feeling.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“All right, so I may seem pretty fearless, I guess, but I’m really not,” you admitted, gradually turning redder as you continued, “I can’t sleep without a light on because I’m still afraid of the dark, and I’m so completely freaked out by blood that I once sobbed for ten minutes straight after watching a medical drama that had a little-too-realistic fake blood. So, yeah, not exactly the vampire type.”

Jeonghan had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. His eyes lit up like you had never seen.

“Is that it? I thought you hated me!” he laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me. These are serious concerns!” But you were laughing too.

Jeonghan scooted over to sit next to you. He picked up your hand in his own and traced over the lines as he spoke again.

“So we don’t love each other – at least not yet – but how about we see how this goes? But as of right now, we’re allies,” he said.

“Allies,” you repeated, “and we’ll take things as they come, not all at once.” You could breathe. You could get through this.

“We’ll do this together.”

“Together with our gorgeous hair. We’ll be the allies that everyone will be jealous of,” you giggled.

The door banging open cut the laughter short.

Partners in Crime

I’m pretty sure I promised lynyrdwrites Korolinenzo Brot3 two months ago, and I only hope she doesn’t hate me for taking this long. 

“I’m bored.”

“So have another drink mate, what do you want me to do about it?”

Kol rolled his eyes, reclining against the bar. “You might suggest some form of entertainment.”

Enzo mimicked the Original, sipping his bourbon slowly. “Drink?”

Kol eyed the bar full of potential meals but his thirst had already been sated earlier, and the sheer ease with which he could have anyone he wanted made the thrill of the chase no fun.

There was someone though – Kol narrowed his eyes, not believing his good luck. “Sinclair is here,” he muttered with no small amount of glee.

“Who?” asked Enzo, following Kol’s line of sight. The man he was now staring at did not seem particularly impressive but as the newcomer strode in further it became apparent that he was being flanked by a small entourage.

“Local celebrity?

Kol scoffed, “I’m sure he’d like to think so. I knew the bloke back before Nik stuck me in a coffin last century. Always up for a good time but tended to run his mouth. Last I heard he’d been chased out of the city.”

Enzo watched him for a moment longer. “Well, let’s welcome him back, shall we?”

The Next Day…

“I hope you both have a good reason for blocking my sun.”

Enzo and Kol shared a grin before settling down on the pool chairs of either side of the blonde.

“Having a bad day Gorgeous?”

Caroline huffed. “My day’s perfect. I’m in front of the pool, I have everything I need, and everything’s just perfect.” It was the way she said the last word, through gritted teeth, that told them how irritated she really was, so Kol proceeded with caution.

“Well as long as you’re in such a good mood-“

(Maybe not that much caution)

“-Enzo and I were wondering if you wanted to help us with a little project?”

Caroline stiffened at that, removing her oversized sunglasses and perching them on the top of her head. “What are you two up to?” she asked slowly.

The two just did their best to look innocent. “Come on Blondie, what makes you think we’re ‘up’ to anything?” Enzo asked.

“Because whenever the two of you are left alone for too long, you’re up to something,” said Caroline matter-of-factly. “I regret ever introducing you two.”

Kol put a hand on his chest, “That hurts, Caroline. That you would want to deprive two people of a deep friendship-“

“Or a person who encourages mayhem,” Caroline muttered, “so whatever you two are planning, I want no part in it.”

Kol and Enzo shared another glance; silently agreeing on taking a different approach. “Well that’s fine,” Kol said, shrugging.

“We don’t want to burden you,” Enzo added, “We’ll just go ahead on our own.”

“Enjoy your day darling.” The two stood up simultaneously and strode away from the pool without a backwards glance. Grinning to himself, Kol counted down the seconds in his head with each step.

Five, four, three, two-


Like clockwork.

He and Enzo shared a grin, turning on their heels, with matching expressions of bored curiosity. Caroline was sitting up straight, watching them with narrowed eyes. “Just so I know how big of a mess I’m going to have to clean up, what ‘project’ are you talking about?”

In a flash they’d both settled back on the pool chairs, Kol leaning forward. “There’s a bit of a story behind it Sweets,” Kol started, lowering his voice so that both Enzo and Caroline were forced to lean in to listen. “I’ll start with last night…”

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Don't Be Afraid

Hi lovely,

I just saw your post about your asexuality, and how it makes you feel, and I related on so many levels to everything you said that I felt compelled to message you about it! Perhaps I should start off with a bit about myself.

My name’s Emily (hello!), I’m nearly 20 years old and have been identifying as asexual for almost a year now.

For the first ten years of my life, I didn’t really have any clue that I was different from other people. In Primary School the whole concept of being ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ was very innocent, basically just a friend that you got to hold hands with and maybe *shocked gasp* kiss now and again, holy shit. I had ‘crushes’, or at least the innocent version of a crush. I thought some of the boys in my class were cute-looking and I liked it when they showed ‘interest’ in me (as far as ten-year olds can be interested), because it made me feel pretty, and I think at the time, in my mind, that’s what a boyfriend/girlfriend was to me: not just a very close friend, but evidence that you were, in fact, pretty or cute. I had three ‘boyfriends’ in my last year of Primary School - we never kissed, or held hands, only hugged. And for a ten-year old that was pretty much normal, at least where I live. It’s important to note that one of said ‘boyfriends’ dumped me because I was ‘too shy’ - we’d gone on a date to see Harry Potter and I’d felt so anxious and sick all night, I barely spoke to him. I put it down to me being incredibly shy.

Then I got to Secondary School and it all changed. All of a sudden you were expected to hang out with your boyfriend or girlfriend all the time, hug all the time, hold hands wherever you went, and kiss. Constantly. And of course, having a boyfriend or girlfriend was a sign that you were good-looking. It became engrained into my sense of self worth because all my pretty friends had boyfriends, all my cute male friends had girlfriends, but not me. No one wanted to be my boyfriend. So I ‘knew’ that meant I was ugly.

At the age of fourteen, sex first entered my little personal bubble of the world. I knew roughly what it was, that adults did it, and older teenagers (much, much older), but it had never occurred to me as being real. As in, I’d never thought of it as something that I and my friends would eventually grow up and do. Ever. And when I heard that my friend had done it, I was horrified, though I wasn’t sure why at the time. Eventually the shock wore off, but I continued to distance myself from the idea of sex. It was something that I’d want one day, in the very very very distant future, but not now. It was an Adult Thing. Nothing to do with me yet.

Shortly after, a boy I’d ‘crushed on’ for ages finally asked me out, and he became my ‘boyfriend’, and that was when I realised something was up. I’d always been painfully shy, but here was this boy that I thought was the cutest, and so funny and sweet, and the thought of being his girlfriend petrified me. I was terrified to hold his hand, or kiss him, or hug him, and in a corner of my naïve but frightened mind I had visions of us lasting for years, and having to have sex with him one day. I lasted two weeks before the anxiety became too much, and we broke up. I chalked it up to being too young - I wasn’t ready for a relationship yet. One day I would be.

Fast-forward four years and I’m 18, having my first kiss, with this same boy (now much taller and much more good-looking), and all I can think is…oh. You mean this First Kiss I’ve been dying to have for years, that I’ve been jealously watching all my friends have before me, it finally happens and it’s…this? I thought it was boring. No fireworks, no rush of warmth or tingle of nerves that I’d read about in books or seen in movies. It was a bit naff to be honest.

Three different guys and five kisses later, I still thought it was naff. Something had to be wrong. I was kissing boys who were well-known for their skills in that area (dear lord), and who I thought were good-looking, and I wasn’t enjoying it. To put it blankly, I couldn’t give a shit. So what was up?

I found myself panicking, “How the hell am I ever going to have sex with someone if I can’t even enjoy kissing them?!” I was well past the age I’d expected to become interested in sex. At fifteen my hormones kicked in, I went through the moody teen phase, and all my friends started having sex. But not me. I wanted to have it, badly - I didn’t want to be the last virgin left. I didn’t want to be that girl, the loser, having already been called frigid before in the past. My friends told me I was just too shy; my mum told me that I was just ‘not used to relationships’ and that I’d be fine ‘when you meet the right guy. Or girl. I’ll love you either way’. I didn’t know anyone in real life who felt the same as I did, who got so horribly anxious about relationships. So I turned to the only resource I had: the internet. Specifically, Tumblr. And thank God I did.

Through Tumblr I learned about asexuality, and the asexual spectrum. I learnt that romantic orientation and sexual orientation were two completely different things, not one all-encompassing thing. I learnt that there were millions of people out there just like me. I realised that my definition of ‘crush’ had never been the same as everyone else’s - whenever I said I had a crush on someone, I really meant that I thought they were aesthetically attractive and pleasant to look at. I realised that the reason why I’d been so terrified of relationships was because, at the back of my mind, all romantic activities such as holding hands, kissing, dates - they all led to sex. Everything was a precursor to sex. Even as young as ten, society had taught me that sex will happen to you one day so nut up and shut up. Even that young, I was so terrified of sex that, because I thought it was something I HAD to do, I only wanted to have it with one person: and that made me terrified of relationships. Of going into them, convinced I was going to be with that one person forever. I know how utterly ridiculous that sounds, but at the time, I thought that was normal!

Anyway, I realised I was looking at it all the wrong way, and that this whole time I’d viewed sex as a box to tick, a chore to get done and out of the way - I had never, in my life, actually been sexually attracted to someone. I’d thought, “Hey, you’re good-looking, I could maybe stand to look at you for ten minutes while you do your thing and then woo, no more virgin!”, but never, “Holy fucking Christ on a bicycle let me shove you on a pool table and lick your elbow.” Or, y’know. Whatever it is sexual people think (I’ve no idea, I just read too much gay fanfiction).

I learned about a form of asexuality called autochorrisexualism, also known as ‘identity-less’. Specifically, we don’t experience sexual attraction, and are only aroused by sexual scenarios in which we are not involved. We fantasize about sex happening to other people (porn, an OTP, book characters), but not to ourselves, because…ew. Personally I describe it as a sort of ‘abstract’ arousal.

But most importantly, I learned that there was a word for me: asexual.

I expected it to make me feel better. It did not. And this is where I relate to your story so strongly.

I was so afraid. I was afraid of what people might say, or do. That my friends would hate me. That I’d be ostracized. That people wouldn’t believe me or that they’d think I was an attention-seeker and just making it up. I had never been so utterly ashamed in my life. I thought I was a freak. Why did it have to be me? Why couldn’t I just be like every other normal teenager, why did I have to be different? Already suffering from depression and anxiety at the time, I would cry myself to sleep every night, wishing that I could change myself, wishing that I would wake up normal, or just not wake up at all. I watched the ‘(a)sexual’ Netflix documentary a cried harder, felt more ashamed, more disgusted (I can now confirm that most of what that documentary shows is applicable only to the personal life of David Jay, not to all asexuals and this therefore a load of scaremongering baloney).I’d see posts that claimed asexuals were ‘wrong’, or ‘sick’, or even on one occasion that we should be shot, and I distinctly remember thinking that I would do absolutely anything, anything in the world, to just be normal. Even gay. I’d take being a lesbian over asexual any day, just so I could feel something. I was convinced that having my heart broken in the past had somehow turned me off relationships, that it wasn’t a subconscious fear of mandatory regular sex that made me so anxious about dating people. I went to the doctors, had blood tests done, prayed that what I’d believed to be lack of sexual attraction was in fact lack of libido and that my hormones were just out of whack.

My hormones came back all fine, and of course I could be aroused by fantasizing as long as I was not involved in the imaginary sexual scenario, so and my last hope of having a normal life went up in smoke. I’ve always wanted a small army of children, a loving relationship of some kind, a nice home. But honestly, what man was going to want me, knowing what I really was? Knowing that while I craved non-sexual kisses and cuddling and touching, I’d never find him sexually attractive or be eager to hop into bed with him? All I had to look forward to in life was a potential, most likely doomed-to-failure career as a writer. I was going to live my life alone, and I was going to die alone, and it was all because I was born asexual.

But that is not true.

It’s taken me a year to come to grips with the reality of my asexuality, to come out and accept myself as an asexual woman. And the reality of my life is this:

I can still be happy. I can still be loved. I can still be respected.

This is my message to you.

Darling, you are not a freak. You are the furthest thing from it. You are the beginning and end of the universe contained inside one human vessel, an infinite cosmos of stardust and light. You are just as beautiful and as worthy as every other being on this planet, regardless of gender, age, race, or orientation. Your asexuality does not define you. It is simply a part of you. Like an arm, or an ear, or maybe a hand. Just one part of many that make you up into the amazing person that you are.

Please don’t be afraid of what other people may or may not think. I’ve been called a liar, a closeted lesbian, attention whore, hormone-imbalanced, blah blah blah…I could go on for years listing the people who don’t believe me, or who think that I’ll magically be fixed if only I let them shag me and show me ‘how great sex really is’. Um. No thank you. Unfortunately, while we live in a world of fantastically kind, generous and understanding human beings, the planet also seems to be populated by several million douchebags. These douchebags will not believe you no matter how many times you try and explain your sexuality to them, will possibly insult you, probably patronize you, and maybe even quote [insert book/personal experience here] at you.

Also unfortunately, we can’t avoid 100% of these douchebags. The best we can do is avoid as many as we can, attempt to educate those we can’t, and if that fails, tolerate or ignore them.

Or (when attacked about virginity) ask them how they know they’re straight if they’ve never had sex with a person of the same gender.

Or tell them to go suck a dick. That’s a personal favourite of mine.

Some of these douchebags will be part of the straight community, others will be in the LGBT+ community. Either way, their douchebaginess remains.

What I’m saying, love, is this: you do not have to change to be accepted, and you certainly do not need anyone in your life who does not accept you for who you are. If there are people like that around you, get rid of them. You have every right to remove toxic friends or family from your life. I also want you to know that just because you’re asexual, doesn’t mean that you will be alone through life. There are millions (literally! 1% of the world’s population is estimated to be some form of asexual - 70 million!) of other ace people out there, who vary in their place on the spectrum and in their romantic orientation; aces who want love, aces who don’t, aces who want marriage and aces who don’t, aces who want a shit ton of kids and a house and a porch and a five-seater car, and aces who want a house and a porch and a five-seater car but no thank you no kids please. I promise you sweetheart, there is a person out there who is hoping and praying so hard that one day they’ll meet someone just like you, a person who has waited their whole life for you. And one day, when the universe decides you’re ready, you will find each other and it may not be everything you’ve ever dreamed, but it will be everything you’ve ever needed and you will be so so so happy.

I’m seeing a guy right now who is very sexual, very physically affectionate, and he is 100% okay with me being ace. He says we don’t ever have to have sex if I don’t want to, and he knows I’m still not that into kissing. He’s living proof that there are people out there who don’t see asexuality as a deal breaker.

Or maybe if, somewhere down the line, you decide you don’t want a relationship, that’s fucking groovy too. You don’t need another person to complete you. You are a whole person all on your own. You are lightning and hellfire and that shit doesn’t change just because you’re single or because you’re in a relationship.

No matter what happens, you go out there and you be the best damn kindergarden teacher there ever was. You teach those kids to be quirky and unique and to be themselves no matter what and they’ll remember you for the rest of their lives, I guarantee it. Stick your middle finger to the motherfuckers who don’t respect or don’t believe your asexuality. They are not worth your time and aren’t fit to kiss the ground you walk on.

You don’t have to have sex ever. If you decide to try it and don’t like it, that’s fine. If you try it and find out you love it (which some aces do) then that’s also fine. This is your life and you can do whatever the fuck you want and anyone who makes you feel like you have to do something just because everyone else does it, or just to please them, is an absolute knob and needs a boot up the arse and out of your life.

And if you sometimes feel like you need validation, like you have to reassure yourself that you’re actually ace, that’s okay. I feel that way all the time. Don’t be afraid to use other labels if you find any that you feel may fit you better, but never be ashamed. Society forces these perceptions of ‘normality’ on us, and they will make you feel doubtful and insecure from time to time. But please know that they are wrong. You are just as worthy, beautiful and deserving of respect as everyone else.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Don’t let asexuality be a burden, sweetheart. Let it be a limb. An asset. Let it set you free.

If you have any questions, or ever need someone to talk to, my ask and submit boxes are always open x

anonymous asked:

I asked about Lapis Lazuli bc you post a lot of Jasper and anti lapis and many Jasper fans hate lapis and idk why. People always love one and hate the other I believe, but I'm glad you don't hate Lapis or are a rabid Jasper stan.

Hi Anon! Thank you for clarifying.

First - and some of this may be subjective terminology, I know - I want to get this out of the way:

  1. “rabid” and “stan” are pretty negative and not very helpful terms IMO, so I don’t like using them or seeing them used in general.
    I’m assuming you meant well so no offense taken, but saying “I’m not as bad as others” just sounds like a backhanded compliment at the expense of people I do not even know, and I won’t have that.
  2. I do not post “Anti” content of anything.
    I reblog (and sometimes post) content that is critical. This is not the same thing.

That said:

Yes, I do post a lot more about Jasper than Lapis. I’m currently more interested in Jasper, and follow a lot of Jasper-centric blogs so that happens naturally.
I’d definitely reblog more nice Lapis content if I saw more of it on my dash, just as I would reblog Jasper-critical posts if I saw any good ones!

That’s just the thing though:

Not just on tumblr but everywhere on the web, the majority of opinions and posts about Jasper is negative, and about Lapis is positive.

People may say “But isn’t that to be expected? Since Jasper is an antagonist after all!”
Well, it kinda is, but also isn’t.

I believe that a huge chunk of the audience has the interpretation of these two characters wrong.
I also believe that this is partly intentional, but may have taken a wrong turn in the fandom.

Consider this:

  • - Yes, Jasper was introduced as an antagonist.
  • Actually, so was Lapis, but the difference here is that Steven accepted her as a friend even before that.
  • We are watching the show from Steven’s perspective.
  • Jasper and Lapis roughly match typical “good guy” and “bad guy” visuals.
  • SU is a show that LOVES to subvert tropes and clichés.
  • SU is also a show about love and the creator said there are no classic “villains”.
  • Enemies have been humanized while learning more about how imperfect the heroes are has been an ongoing theme.

All these things considered it just doesn’t make sense to view Jasper and Lapis alone as examples of a black/white morality dichotomy.
However, I think that a lot of the audience has gotten stuck with just that initial impression or just going along with Steven’s judgement.
I may of course be wrong here but I am very convinced that we’re supposed to INITIALLY take these characters at the most basic face value and their initial impression - just like Steven did - and with the plot advancing, to realize that situations and characters are actually way more complicated than that - just like Steven does.

I like the idea of this, but I’m feeling it has fallen flat for many people, at least at the moment.
On one hand, a lot of people probably aren’t expecting this and just not SEEING it. On the other hand, the slow pacing of the show, putting both characters on the backburner for a long time and the added irregular airing schedule by CN don’t help either.

If my interpretation here is correct and we’ll see some more development exploring the complexity of these two (mostly, Steven learning about and accepting it), then I think it was a cool choice, even if it’s a risky one that’s currently irritating to some fans.
If my interpretation is incorrect and the good/evil status quo holds up for just these two characters for some strange reason, I’ll be pretty heavily disappointed.
But for now, I have faith that this won’t happen.

My point is, there are a lot of extreme and plain wrong opinions on Lapis and Jasper out there, lacking a lot of nuance and overexaggerating present flaws and good things, as well as making up completely new ones that don’t make sense in canon. Jasper is often demonized while Lapis is treated as infallible and both depictions are disservices to the characters.

A lot of this is probably due to these two being pitted against each other in canon via Malachite (a scene that came shortly after Jasper’s introduction where her stereotypical villain image was still very fresh) and people having very different takeaways, interpretations and responses to that - many of them extremely personal and that is okay but also a recipe for getting out of hand easily, fueling a lot of heated discussion at best and screaming matches at worst.That’s a likely reason why many people don’t seem to be able to like both characters. This isn’t an universal truth at all though - I know people who really like both Lapis AND Jasper.

I don’t want to support polarized opinions but encourage people to look at things and characters in more nuanced ways, because that’s what I think was the intent and it just makes the characters and story way more compelling and rewarding. I didn’t care much for either character at first but now I’m really eager to learn more about both, along with Steven. That is why I’m here for critical posts, if they’re well thought-out and comply with canon.

I hope this clarified some things for you.
If it didn’t and you want to discuss it further, feel free to send me another message!

anonymous asked:

Um, hey, Kylie, you okay? You seem really worked up, and it feels like you are focused more on hating on jasper or the people who stick up for her rather than on actually critiquing stuff or holding a dialogue. I know internetting about such sensitive topics can be tough, I certainly don't have the courage to do it. So I appreciate what you do here, but please take it easy on yourself, yeah? I haven't seen you this negative or salty even on your GOT blog. Take care, dude. - Love, a follower.

Okay, off the bat, I know that this is kindly meant and I really do appreciate the message of self-care. However, to be perfectly honest, this kind of made me doubt my own reality for a little because…no? I’ve barely posted about this (especially compared to like, any sort of conversation I took part in surrounding GoT, be it “Hold the Door,” Sansa’s revenge arc, Yara the rapist and abuser, etc.).

I summed up my thoughts on the episode, I got a message from a survivor that I found compelling in response so I posted that, then that led to another message that to me read as apology, so I answered that, and Gretchen elaborated on my response with a cogent reply. This is very standard for like, normal dialogue the night an episode airs. Then I woke up to some really disturbing messages and a dash full of “they’re both abusers and both survivors” posts with TONS of notes, so I explained why I didn’t like that at all.

And I think what bothers me the most is that this is not me being viciously aggressive (or “salty”, but I don’t think that’s how you meant it), this is literally me being upset about very literal abuse apologism. Like seriously, the narrative of “you’re just as bad to fight back,” or “you’re the real monster” (which oh hey, Jasper outright said) is a tactic of abusers. Then there’s the element of “well we know Lapis is actually stronger”; um, once again this is apologism, this idea that to be a victim you have to be completely lacking in any recourse against your abuser.

Add to this the fact that Lapis fusing with Jasper was framed as her protecting everyone?? It’s very much like the trope of a parent  who stays with an abusive partner to protect their kids. I’m sorry, but there is really no ambiguity in what the narrative was going for when you have Jasper swinging Lapis around like a ragdoll, Jasper saying “just say yes,” the way Jasper promised to change, her cold eyes and terrifying smile… This held NO punches in how it realistically explored that dynamic, which is why the utter perversion of the message that I’m seeing is so upsetting. This is shit people live. The “I’m bad too” anxiety is one that many many survivors internalize and need to combat.

Like, fuck, I’m all for positive butch representation, and not just for smol characters like Ruby (which based on previews we may or may not be getting it in a different character? Kinda too early to tell), but I’m seeing literal posts of Jasper’s biceps with “fuck me up” as the caption…that is SO disturbing! This is seriously glorifying a very clear abuser. I haven’t seen the likes of this anywhere outside of 50 Shades of Grey.

So this idea that I’m lost and committed to negativity, like…no! What is everyone on? I’m not trying to say Lapis’s actions are 100% free of problem and justified, or that Jasper herself didn’t have a horribly abusive upbringing (Homeworld creating secondary abusers for millennia, yo), but the narrative outright recognizes how damaging perpetuating the abuse cycle is, and how though lashing out at her abuser may have been cathartic for Lapis on some level, she lost something of herself in the process and that’s not easy to come back from. She is *haunted* by what happened, and she fiercely rejects continuing on that path so that she can allow for self-healing. This episode was all about Lapis breaking the cycle of abuse and asserting her agency in a safe way; realizing what she had been doing and how it made her feel, and choosing to stop it. It was her gaining recourse not through violence, but through healing. And the mental gymnastics people are doing to create a false equivalency here is incredibly concerning to me.

At most you could say that there was an unintended narrative (a “reverse honeypot” as I call it) that Lapis is truly the perpetrator of violence since we don’t *see* her being thrown in the cell or what that experience was, and how goddamn powerful she is when she chooses to use her powers (so I guess she doesn’t “look” like someone who could be coerced into fusion?). But given the crystal clear way their dynamic is framed and the way Jasper’s coded (I’m not talking “butch” here; I’m talking her eyes and smile, and entire mannerisms/speech), I think it’s really reaching to suggest that it’s somehow irresponsible to not run with that implication. And that’s the dialogue I’m seeing. And that’s why I’m upset. This is not blind hatred towards Jasper; this is me trying to engage in a dialogue that I see harming a lot of people.

traveler--3326  asked:

Hi! This is related to another ask about having "native American looking protagonists". In the story I'm writing, none of the main characters can remember their past so they don't exactly have culture at all. None of my MC's are native Americans, but I do have several Latino, middle eastern, and African American characters. Could this be offensive?

Cultural Disconnect, The Sequel

On Writing Characters of Color with “no Culture”

Yes, this is offensive. Not “could be”. Is. As said in the Native Looking ask, do not absolve yourself.

Diversity is more than skin tones. Diversity includes different practices, languages, and cultures as a whole, which means if you really want to have proper representation you have to create more than just different “looks”. You need to create different behaviours.

These people still came from a world that produced them. Even if they can’t remember their past, they still have people around them who look similar. They’re still exposed to the idea of other cultures. They’ll still feel like there is a group that is home.

It’s extremely disconcerting to see PoC disconnected from their culture for multiple reasons. African Americans are already accused of having no culture, despite their culture being the backbone of most mainstream American culture via appropriation. Middle Easterners are constantly forced to make a choice between practicing their culture and safety, with the rise in Islamophobia. Native Americans have been ripped away from their homelands and forced to behave as Europeans. Marginalized groups have, in general, been forced to assimilate time and again, all the while having their cultures appropriated because it’s “cool” when white people do it and “unprofessional” (among nicer terms) when we do it.

Refusing to diversify the culture in your stories looks suspiciously like “I don’t want to do any work.” Of not wanting to learn to see the world in different ways. Representation, especially in non-visual media like books, isn’t just “that person looks like me”. It’s “that character experiences life like I do.” PoC are shaped by their experiences.

Yes, sometimes characters are assimilated and the line between “dominant” and “ethnic” experience is fine, but it is still there. Biases don’t just go away when somebody is assimilated. [Whitewashed characters of colour] is a complex issue, but it’s still something to tackle.

No matter how you approach this, people are their ethnicity whether or not they remember it or even were raised in it. They can still look around the world and see which groups they belong to, and realize they’re different from the majority. Others still treat us differently.

We are already stripped of our culture, told to assimilate, or even have to outright hide our culture out of fear, all the while watching people appropriate it. Let us have our own culture in fiction. 

As we have received several questions lately where Characters of Color are disconnected from their culture/ are described as having no culture, there will be a post addressing this, for the most part, disconcerting concept.

- Lesya 

What is compelling about your characters not remembering their past that you chose them to not have their pasts/cultures part of them? The Bourne Identity book and film series, the TV series Blind Spot, and the video game Amnesia are all examples of stories which incorporate loss of information crucial to a character’s identity.  In all examples, they have forgotten something critical and central about themselves: who they are. Even across these different media, they are all compelling for the same reason.  That reason is the experience of grasping, rebuilding, and struggling with the identities they once had.

These characters must find out who they are while trying to find something new to hold on to.  They have NO CHOICE but to do so, because if they refuse to, they’ll die, or innocent people will die – both, actually.  If the stakes aren’t high enough yet, there’s no running away from realities they may not wish to face or be able to understand when they DO find out who they are.  There’s no un-becoming whatever they discover themselves to truly be, there is no running away from what they have done.  Forgetting about it didn’t help, either, it just made it worse.

These stories about having no identity are compelling because they are about … having an identity.  Removing the character’s identity is not done in order to keep the character’s identity from having to be established.  Far from it: it’s usually to focus entirely on it!

After all, if a component of your story neither furthers the plot/character arc, nor reveals something about the character, then TOSS IT.  If you decide not to toss it, then understand that people will see your decision to keep what is un-necessary and un-related to the narrative as arbitrary, for better or worse.  

Sometimes, it’s fine, fun, or cute: the main character’s hair smells like strawberry shampoo, the main character is lactoseintolerant, and likes camo prints. Okay, whatever. But other times, such as the case of saying “I picked that this person would be [insert ethnicity], but, … they’re disconnected from their culture, so anyway, THE PLOTLINE!”, then your decision to sever them from whatever their culture may be feels arbitrary and like you just didn’t want to do the damn research.

- Rodríguez

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you're still doing requests, but if you are: please please please pregnancy!au or vampire!au. they are my lifeblood. i love your writings. have a wonderful day.

Really? The vampire!AU…? Well, okay then. Lemme just consult the Books on Vampire Lore.

(thank you for the kind words).

Featuring Kara’s desire to hug people as tightly as she likes,


“Is something bothering you?” Lena asked when Kara repositioned herself against her side for the umpteenth time. Instead of cuddling up on her lap, Kara scooted up to rest her cheek on a shoulder.

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jaydragonmite  asked:

I noticed that someone is bringing up the "Remembrances" episode, trying to say Korrasami is bad writing; about how most of the episode is focused on Mako and should've ended with Mako and Korra together. It really bothers me because the person clearly didn't pay attention to the previous episode (AND BOOK 3) which was Korrasami heavy and I don't want to bring this person into the crapper, so I'd figure I'd get your opinion. What do you think of Mako's part in that episode?

This is a really good question, and I’m glad you asked because I wanted to gush about Mako for a little bit. I was never his biggest fan, and BOY did he shock me in the best way possible in the finale. Who’s ready for another novel? Gah.

Mako’s Character Arc & Role in Remembrances

I think saying “Korrasami” is bad writing is kind of like saying “I don’t enjoy romances.” Which is fine, that’s valid, that’s totally valid. I’m not a huge romantic myself, and there’s certain romance tropes that make me gag. But my intense Korrasami analyses are a testament to how strong I personally find this narrative. It’s not a typical romance trope, and it’s one that is entirely built upon character’s emotional needs and balance. I think it’s really well-scripted, and going back and watching S3/S4 with it in mind (S1 didn’t have the end game in sight, and S2 had a hilariously side-lined Asami) really lets it shine.

No no, back to the compound for you, Asami.

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hungry-chopsticks  asked:

Wow! They are all so interesting! Did you create the idea by yourself or did you pull from mythology and mix it with your ideas? Do you have any tips for those just starting to make OCs?

Anonymous asked: hey uh I love your art and ocs (i really like their colours and such.) I want to get into the whole ‘making ocs’ thing but I’m not that confident in them? Is there a process you go through when you make yours or do you just kind of go for it. I’m sure this sounds silly, but I feel a bit stumped.

((I saw this in my drafts and nearly screamed because I hadn’t published it yet. I’m going to go ahead and do that now pairing it with an anon ask I received yesterday. I am SO UTTERLY SORRY. ))

Under this cut there are a few tips to get started! As well as an example of how a few of my characters have grown.  I’m no expert and if you guys don’t find this helpful I encourage to go out and look into it more!

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anonymous asked:

I find it really sad that the other anon who talked about Arya and Maisie Williams seems to think that being a Sansa fans mean wanting to undermine Arya (and presumably, that being an Arya fan means wanting to undermine Sansa). I realize there are fans of both girls who do this, and it's a problem that shouldn't be ignored, but is it really so hard to believe that many people love Sansa AND Arya?

This is just my interpretation, I’m positive there are many factors at play (some of which I elected to leave out.) But this is my view on what’s going on with this-

I wrote about loving both Stark sisters before actually because someone literally felt compelled to ask me “can’t we love both?” because of how some of the fandom reacts to them. 

This fandom (and many to be honest) have an obsession with binaries and dichotomies even when they don’t really exist. The Stark sisters may be the best example in some ways, but they are in no ways the only one:

  • Stannis vs. Dany- you can’t possibly like both and think both are accomplished rulers with different skill sets that make them competent and capable of ruling people
  • Sansa vs. Tyrion- you can’t possibly feel sorry for both Sansa and Tyrion during their farcical wedding. I mean clearly condoning Sansa’s refusal to kneel means you don’t feel sorry enough for Tyrion’s humiliation and sympathizing with Tyrion’s frustration and shame in that moment means you aren’t appropriately sorry for Sansa’s pain
  • Starks vs. Lannisters- you can’t possibly recognize that both are sympathetic in their own ways and that it’s more than a right and wrong/black and white scenario 

It goes on. Without a doubt, there will always be forced binaries (because we are supposed to sympathize and appreciate both halves of all these wholes) that people just run with. 

Arya is my favorite character in the whole series, I think most people have picked up on that by now. Sansa is my second favorite female character (she switches on and off with Jon for my second favorite character overall though.) I have never had an issue with loving both because I find both very relatable. I didn’t even realize there was such a divide in the fandom while reading. Of course, I have two sisters (two years younger an done year older) and Sansa/Arya’s relationship really resonates with me- I have been the older sister and the younger sister, I have felt compared to my sisters all the time (especially by my parents,) and I have definitely both been the sister who feels like she’s in the shadow of her sister’s greatness/beauty/effortless social skills (like Arya) and also the sister who feels that my parents coddle and have lower expectations for my sister(s) so that I felt I never got as much recognition as my sister(s) got for their lesser accomplishments (like Sansa.) Plus, I really related to trusting the wrong people (like Sansa) and feeling like an outcast (like Arya.)

The funny thing about this whole Sansa vs. Arya debate is that they’re not even competition and haven’t been since book 1 (if they ever were.) I mean it’s not like they are on opposite sides, they’ll both succeed if they survive, reunite with their family (i.e. each other,) and regain the North. It’s not an either or situation. This isn’t like Cersei vs. Dany for instance. It’s not like either Sansa or Arya lives/thrives/survives, they both can and would be happier if both do so I honestly don’t get it. 

I think unfortunately it’s part of (or a result of really) sexism. I always try to fight against this idea that female characters need to be pitted against each other, because unfortunately they often are. I don’t buy it’s because of Arya and Sansa’s rivalry in AGoT because that was so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things and not at all on the magnitude of the fandom’s Arya vs. Sansa-ing.

But back to the sexism, have you ever noticed that male characters are defined more by what they do and deeper characteristics (witty, heroic, cunning, strong, ect.) while female characters tend to be forced into binaries? They are judged by superficial things- their level of femininity, their attractiveness, and their relation to male characters- often enough.

Are they a “girly girl” or a “tomboy” (like what??? besides the fact that these terms really are so absurd anyway, have you ever met a girl and immediately categorized them by how feminine they are? no? maybe because that’s so weird, there’s so much more to a woman than how many “macho” traits they possess to you, because women are complex and humans, they cannot be categorized so simply.)

And that’s not even getting into the issue to define a female character by their relation to male characters (the hero’s love interest, the sidekick’s sister, the villain’s daughter, ect.)

There’s a reason that an entire concept (the Mary Sue) was created to hate on women who otherwise have no qualities to take issue with as a fictional character. I mean Mary Sues are basically Batman (see this article for details.)

My point is that it’s probably a combination of sexism (or reactions towards it) and these forced binaries that fandoms are so fond of.

Welcome to Pleasantview

Summary: Michael couldn’t help but notice the strange occurrences that kept happening around him and he wondered if some higher power had a fascination with removing doors and setting things on fire. Sims!AU.

WC: 1,743

Rating: NC17 (Well, there’s Character Death but….not. If you’ve ever played The Sims then you’ll get what I mean xD)

I completely, 100% blame someoneudontknow5 and thepackwantsthed for this. …I got far too carried away with it though and that’s my own fault ^^”

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anonymous asked:

I honestly don't think that stefan and elena cant live without damon. i think that's an illogical idea. they even tried to get rid of him and stefan tried to run away from him to live a life. it is more of damon can't live without stefan and elena--a brother to have so that he can fulfill his promise of misery and his brother's supposed epic love just to have a grip of humanity (if its there). but its really BS. its all centered on damon's. but what about stefan and elena? :/

I don’t understand where that came from, either. For starters, I have never quite understood why Elena fell in love with Damon in the first place. Because he gave her a necklace? First of all, the fact that him giving back the necklace was “the most selfless he’d ever been” means that Elena actually thought that there was a big chance he would have kept it. That doesn’t say much good about Damon, now does it? Because for any other person, giving back the necklace would be the perfectly normal thing to do. Like, if Matt had found that necklace, he would’ve given it back to her without blinking. But because it was Damon, it was selfless? Yeah, no, not really. The fact that he gave it back was proof that he wasn’t as big a douchebag as everyone thought he was. There was nothing more to it. It made him a little less horrible, ‘s all. And second of all, that necklace represented hope for Stefan and Elena. It had nothing to do with Elena falling in love with him (and she said “in that moment, I LOVED him”, not “I fell IN LOVE with him”, so Caroline’s “she fell in love with Damon while she was still with Stefan” was complete bullshit). She grasped on to that necklace to remain hopeful, the necklace was a symbol for the love they shared, the love she clung to in her quest to drag him back to where he belonged (by her side) and the love she asked him to hold on to in that 3x01 phone call.

So I don’t understand why Elena loves him. I don’t understand why it took compulsion to get her to remember that he snapped Jeremy’s neck. I don’t understand why she thinks she’ll never fall in love again. (Child, you’re eighteen years old. You’re life has not stopped. Get a grip.) I don’t understand why she thinks he was her soulmate. I don’t understand why it was so hard for her to let go - harder than letting go of her brother or her parents, for instance. None of it makes sense. It makes DE so tacky, you know? It’s like, they can’t prove that they have this overwhelming, all-conquering love (especially since neither of them could resist compulsion and bloodlust) so they’ll throw around words like ‘forever’ and ‘eternity’ and ‘soulmate’ and ‘inspiring’ and hope that we’ll fall for it. How about no.

When it comes to Stefan, though… I’m a little bit more careful there. I don’t understand why Elena can’t live without him, but for Stefan… Ugh, this is hard for me, because I’m probably the biggest Defan hater the world has ever known, but for some reason, Stefan loves his brother deeply and unconditionally. He has never been able to move past him. Sure, he has tried to ban Damon out of his life and he has made snarky comments about how Damon has ruined Stefan’s life time and time again, but when push came to shove, Stefan was there. He let himself get talked out of killing Damon after Damon killed Lexi. He saved Damon from the fire. He saved Damon from the werewolf bite (making the biggest sacrifice anyone could ever make while doing so: he literally gave up the love of his life to save his brother). He snapped out of the no-emotions-thing to save Damon from Klaus’ hybrids. No matter all the horrible things Damon has ever done to him (and that was A LOT), Stefan has never been able to say “and now I’m fucking done, he crossed the line, this is it, he went too far”. Because through it all, Damon is the big brother Stefan used to look up to and Stefan just wants him to be happy. He will go to great lengths to make sure that Damon gets another chance (for instance, compelling Zach to forget about his murdered, pregnant girlfriend). Damon is Stefan’s brother and Stefan will never be able to stop loving him, even after everything Damon made him go through. It’s sad and it makes me feel sorry for Stefan, but it’s the way it is and brotherly love is a wonderful thing, even though Stefan is taking it WAY too far.

You’re right about Damon, though. Ever since season four, everything was about Damon. I feel like the writers are trying to force us to feel sorry for him, by writing sob story after sob story. Poor poor Damon, his daddy didn’t love him, Katherine never actually wanted to be with him, Stefan didn’t save him from the Augustine doctors, Stefan didn’t wanna go on a road trip with him, let’s all feel sorry for that poor poor innocent puppy. How about you give ‘m some fucking balls, stop making ‘m feel sorry because he can’t control his own homicidal tendencies and focus on a STORY instead. The sun does not orbit around Damon Salvatore’s ass, alright? It’s not all about what HE wants, how about we let Stefan finally have some well-deserved happiness? 

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea in case it inspires you: AU where soulmates do exist and Derek and Stiles are together but are not eachother soulmates when one day BAM Derek/Stiles meet his soulmate. But they stay together bc i don't care if there's someone out there more compatible with me bc i love YOU.

OR, au where Derek’s soulmate is Stiles, and Stiles’ is Derek but there’s this whole I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS thing they have from childhood. Derek tried to share his crayons and Stiles ate his favourite red one, and there was DRAMATIC SCRAPPING with crying from both sides, and then all through middle school they couldn’t look at each other without remembering and being mortified, which meant every time they had to interact it’s awful, like, full on angry comments and mean barbs. they have a couple of serious fights and they can both feel it, feel how good it feels to be touching and to have that connection, and their bodies are screaming finally, but they’re both way too proud to make the first move. so they go on to high school and they piss each other off even more, Stiles catcalls when Derek gets a question wrong, Derek makes some kid swap lockers with him so that he’s next to Stiles and every day he slams Stiles’ locker door shut when Stiles is trying to get his books out. and every time they get in each other’s faces it feels like they should just be touching, they should be holding hands, taking care of one another, but they won’t because fuck HE’S AWFUL. the worst thing is that sometimes… Derek knows Stiles is upset about something and he wants to TELL HIM IT’S OKAY, THINGS WILL BE OKAY. and once, Stiles watched Derek get taken down on the lacrosse field, heard him crack two ribs even though no one else did and was OUT OF HIS SEAT AND RUNNING TOWARDS HIM before he realised and stopped, clung to a bleacher and watched in a panic until he saw Derek get up again. hated that he was even worried for the douche.

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