equality among all

Prophet - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Request - Could you write a Draco imagine where you’re a feminist and his friends make fun of you for it but he falls in love with you. But you are really quiet until someone says something sexist 

a/n - possible oppression trigger

And that’s what it means to have equal rights.’ I recited with the women talking on the latest issue of the prophet that just came in this morning during breakfast.

“(Y/N), look, I am up for the whole women are equal to men thing, but seriously, this essay is due next class period and I really need help. Do you mind?” asked Ron, lifting up his head from his textbook with an expression of complete exhaustion on his face. He was up until half past 3 in the morning playing with firecrackers with Harry and Seamus again, almost being caught by Umbridge when it was nearing four.

“Was I the one that told you to stay up late doing only what a moron would do?” I cocked an eyebrow up, reading through the article about the female speaker for the 3rd time that period.

“No, but still.” huffed Ron.

“I for one think that this equal rights thing is the best thing that’s ever happened in the wizarding world. It’s certainly a movement that cannot go unnoticed.” Hermione chimed in, a warm smile on her face.

‘See, ‘mione gets it! How about you Harry?” I ask, putting the paper down while Hermione glanced a few looks at it.

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Time for Reflection

Mirror, mirror on the wall
I used to wish I was blonde, tanned, skinny and tall,
but I’m short, I need glasses, my hair’s not the best,
I used to hate my reflection:
each day was a test.
I was told I needed bronzer, ‘more colour’, ‘some gloss’.
I’d read magazines that would tell me:
“How to look like Kate Moss!”
I’d have to grow several inches and cut away half my thighs…
then I might have stood a chance
in society’s eyes.

But now I’m being quite honest
I find it unfair,
There’s enough beauty for all,
it should be equally shared -
among all heights and all weights,
every colour and race,
for real beauty is more than your body and face.
It’s the strangers you smile at
each day when you walk.
Or the smart, kind, sweet things
that you share when you talk.
It’s the childlike wonder
that you’ve kept though you age,
and the story you tell
as you write your next page.

So you know what, mirror mirror
I’m done looking to you.
Some glass in a frame?
You’re just judging the view!
But I’m more than you see;
more than bone, more than skin,
For there’s something you can’t see:
the beauty within.

– Rachael Louise


Persephone is the walker between worlds. The underworld is where she felt her fate was- that was where her meaning was. She reclaimed her power as the one to bring light into the dark, and be the guide to those who are alone and scared. Persephone sees both light and dark; she does not choose dark over the light. Rather, she chose to walk among both, to integrate them, to work in cycles. For six months Persephone is reunited with her mother, Demeter, and the fruitfulness of the earth.

She brings that, because her inner light is innate. She chooses to bless and celebrate the earth, to honor and rejoice in life and light. And the six months she is in the underworld, when the earth feels her loss and changes, she brings with her all the life and light to those who are without it in the underworld, those who need it, perhaps more than the rest does.

She is the one who brings light to the shadows. She is Balance. The power of life is within her still, even in the underworld. She never chose to give it up. She chose to reclaim her power as a possessor of light and life- and share that warmth equally among all.

Persephone was afraid at first, hence her screams as she was taken to the underworld. She was being taken from all she has known, and she had never seen darkness, nor sickness, nor pain. In the underworld she learned that there is suffering in the world, and her ignorance/naivety was once and forever gone. Once she saw pain, suffering and darkness, she realized her purpose as the one containing light, the one bringer of life, one who walks between the worlds. She realized her power and transformed from Kore into Persephone, the Queen, who realized her responsibility and reclaimed her power to share equally among all in balance- in the lightness and in the dark. This ties in to witches reclaiming their innate power- how they are tranformed as she was, and at a crossroads of choices. They can ignore the suffering and live in ignorant bliss. They can face fear and suffering and choose the healer’s path of balance and restoration. Or, the last choice which would be if she stayed in the underworld, becoming consumed by power. 

Persephone chose the middle path.

Scars to Your Beautiful - Tododeku

Summary: AU where Izuku meets Todoroki in an online chat forum a few months before his acceptance into UA and Todoroki asks him out…but shows up without his scar?

Rated: PG (for angst)

Originally posted by anime-scenery-tofy701

Does he feel the same way I do?

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anonymous asked:

so it's more like a Harem verse, not actually poly?

If you want to think of it as “harem,” I’m not stopping you, but for me at least “harem” implies power imbalances between the person at the center and the people who love them, has some negative connotations, and invokes the idea of jealousy/competition among the “suitors.”

Polyamory, to my knowledge, does not necessarily need to mean equal romantic/sexual attraction among all parties involved, but it DOES imply that all parties are fully aware of what’s going on and consent to the relationship. Polyamory, for me, is associated with the image of a unconventional but functional and content family where everyone contributes in some way, which is what the relationship in this AU is supposed to be. (Polygamy, to my knowledge, refers strictly to the marriage and doesn’t have the same relationship connotations as polyamory)

Hope this explains my choice to label this as polyamory ^ ^

Crutchie, Cursed: Chapter 1

So, here’s the first chapter of an Ella Enchanted AU that I accidentally fell in love with. A couple people seemed interested, so here’s the start of it. Basically, what happened is I started rewatching that movie last night and kept thinking how Newsies characters could fit in here. And then I texted my roommate and she just said, “Go for it, Ostrich.” I went for it. 

Also, as a side note, I have read the book, but back when I was in elementary school or junior high, so I have no memory of it. In other words, this will mostly be based around the movie. Which, also means that there will be some movie quotes in here because some of that dialogue is just too perfect to neglect. Plus, I have changed a couple of the scenes, settings, etc. It will all make sense, trust me. Do tell me how you like it, though! Reblogs and comments will encourage me to finish the next chapter sooner!

It wasn’t as if Crutchie hated his life. No, that wouldn’t be fair to say. There were lots of aspects of his life that he absolutely loved. His godmother, Medda, for one. His best friend, Katherine, of course. The fact that he was passing all his community college classes and had even managed to be recognized in his speech and debate class—although that was probably due to all of Katherine’s help—were definite pluses. Really, everything made his life just fine, all added together.

“Hey, crip! Get down here!”

Except, no, his life was not all that great, despite the smiles he faked. Years ago, Crutchie’s father died and his mother, a rather forgetful, hapless woman, never seemed to truly understand the impact of his death on her son. Sure, she had held him close and promised that everything would be okay. Crutchie wondered if she ever meant the promise, or if it had just been something nice to say to her hurting son. Only a couple months ago, she had remarried to a small, shriveled man by the name of Wiesel. She had explained that he had the money that their family needed, and, as much as Crutchie appreciated the full cupboards and the warm, plentiful meals, he almost wished they could go back to the time when he had gone to bed hungry, but had been happy. When it was just the two of them. Or, rather, when it was the three of them, and Crutchie had never foreseen the dark storms and heavy grief ahead of him.

“Move slower, ya stupid crip, I dare you!”

Wiesel had brought his two sons along with him: Oscar and Morris. While Morris tended to be quiet and brood in the corner of the room, a small black book in hand—Crutchie suspected it to be a collection of Poe’s poems, after he heard Morris mutter something about a sepulchre by the sea—and a quick frown for Crutchie whenever he entered the room, Oscar was more vocal with his dislike towards his new stepbrother. Both stepbrothers looked remarkably similar. They had dark brown hair and sported twin sneers, especially whenever Crutchie was present.

“I’m coming,” Crutchie said, trying to force his suddenly leaden limbs to move faster.

That was the other problem. Upon his birth, a benevolent—though, Crutchie wasn’t sure he quite agreed with that terminology—fairy granted him the gift of obedience. Which meant that Crutchie was stuck obeying every small command uttered around him. It had led to all sorts of unfortunate experiences, including, but not limited to, the time he punched a bully, the time he ate a worm, and the time he couldn’t tell anyone about the mean kids that teased and bullied Katherine for her big books and owlish glasses.

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sadb0tt  asked:

What insecurities do the mercs have?

i’m not really sure if i covered this topic before…i feel like there was an ask similar to this prompt. oh well, might as well carry on!

Scout - 

He hides his insecurities pretty well behind his huge ego and thick head. Scout’s basically that guy who can talk shit all he wants, but will awkwardly run away if he has to prove his claims. Being raised in a household of seven brothers, he probably felt he had to live up to the reputations of his siblings. Though his Ma gave her equal share of love among all of the brothers, Scout still feels incompetent being brushed off to the side by his brother. Scout can be so impulsive and quick to rush into things, because he ultimately wants to prove his ‘worth’.

Soldier - 

We all know from canon that Soldier hates being categorized as a ‘civilian.’ He sees himself as a worthy American war hero who serves his country. To be compared as a harmless nobody - the one he is supposed to protect in the name of his country, will set him off. He has these moments where he stops, and questions if he’s actually worthy of being called a soldier.

Pyro -

The Pyro-Vision effects can only go so far to put Pyro in blissful ignorance. They know fully well most of the team is afraid of them; but Pyro still tries their best to show they just want to be friends. When their teammates or potential new friends turn down Pyro’s offer of friendship, they wilt like a flower. All they just want to do is make people happy…

Heavy -

People insulting his intelligence. It doesn’t help that people often assume Heavy to be some ignorant beefhead. True, his English may not be the best, he takes quite a while to think, and he looks all muscle. But he’s an English graduate with three degrees up his sleeve, so it does bruise Heavy’s feelings if people undermine him based off his appearance.

Demoman -

His insecurity are people criticizing his job. Demo knows for damned sure he may be a screw-up for a lot of other things, but bombs are his thing. This talent is the reason why his parents decided to take him back, and he knows that. If he wasn’t good at it, then he might as well be completely useless to his parents and unworthy of carrying his family name. Though Demo knows perfectly well he’s good at his job, it still stings (especially from his mother) if people accuse him of being bad at his job.

Engineer -

Not solving a problem. He’s supposed to be the fix-it guy, the dude who has his shit together. If he can’t solve a problem immediately, Engie’s gonna be stubbourn about it. He’d feel insulted and maybe even something like a failure if he doesn’t offer a solution. 

Medic - 

He will snap out of his cheery and overzealous state, if people call him useless. Medic is many things - insane, unethical, a lover of gore, and a fanatic of experiments, but hell to the no - he is not useless. If you really want to push his buttons and use his insecurities against him, say that being a Medic/doctor/nurse is such an easy job. Medic will sit your ass down and give you a long rant how incredibly difficult it is to pursue medicine.

Sniper -

Similar to Demoman, he hates it when people (especially his parents and especially, especially his dad) don’t think his job as professional. Sure, he doesn’t use conventional and traditional methods to carry out his job, but it doesn’t mean he can’t be seen as an honest-to-god upstanding career! Sniper tries to not let this insecurity be obvious, but it’s enough for him to give an even colder silent treatment to those around him. 

Spy - 

He’s proud and vain about his appearance, so Spy gets very touchy about the subject of his balaclava and gloves. (He hides lots of scars and burns underneath them…) So, he never takes them off in public spaces, and his teammates never got so much of a peep of Spy’s true face. And he prefers to keep it that way.

A “Puppet” President’s Act of Defiance

It was November 30, 1943, deep within those years of uncertainty under the Japanese Occupation, when no one appeared to have noticed it. It had been specifically eight months since the Japanese forces defeated and crushed the last standing Filipino and American forces in Bataan and Corregidor. As the nation still recovered from that traumatic and overwhelming defeat, no one expected this particular move of the new Philippine President.  

*An untouched helmet at Mount Samat, April 1942, featured in The Sunday Times, showing the aftermath of the Fall of Bataan.

The new President, Jose P. Laurel, was of course elected under duress. The Japanese occupiers initiated a new government of the Philippines, complete with its own Constitution, its own sole political party– the KALIBAPI, its own legislative body–the National Assembly, and its own Coat of Arms. But it was a government under the Japanese, held by the neck. It was distinct from the Philippine Commonwealth government in exile led by President Manuel L. Quezon, then based in the United States. In the eyes of the Filipino people under the yoke of Japanese bondage, THAT was the legitimate government, not the one led by Laurel.

*Jose P. Laurel takes his oath as President of the Japanese-occupied Philippines on 14 October 1943, from the Sunday Times Magazine, 1967. Courtesy of the Presidential Museum and Library.

In fact, the Filipinos hated Laurel so much that even before he got “elected” there was an assassination attempt against him, when Laurel was shot four times with a .45 caliber pistol while playing on a golf course in Wack Wack, Mandaluyong. Fortunately the bullets missed the vital organs, and he recovered, hence, becoming President.

But this “puppet” president soon became a disappointment for the Japanese. For it was clear where his loyalties lie. When Quezon left for Corregidor before the occupation, he asked Laurel and other Filipino leaders to stay behind and do their best to protect Filipinos as far as it can be allowed, under Japanese occupation. And so dutifully, perhaps the hardest decision he made, Laurel stayed on.

Now, November 30 at the time was not only Bonifacio Day but also the National Heroes Day, before the heroes day was moved to August. And in the occasion of the commemoration, Laurel did something quite dangerous. 

He chose Mount Samat Cemetery as the site of the commemoration, implying that the new heroes of the country were the ones that bled and died fighting the Japanese in that same consecrated ground. And not only that, he wrote a speech. Laurel, however, decided to have the speech be delivered by his representative, his acting Interior Minister Arsenio Bonifacio. This was perhaps to deflect the Japanese ire or because it was also Bonifacio’s commemoration.

The speech in length were as follows:

One year and a few odd months ago, the gallant young men who fought here to uphold the honor of Filipino manhood joined our nation’s galaxy of heroes and martyrs. These young heroes who rest in these hallowed foothills went to battle, fired by ideals of patriotism and the strong belief that their beloved country would be made happier and nobler by bold adventure. It is fitting that we honor them on this day which national custom has consecrated to the memory of those who knew how to sacrifice the interests of self and the rich pleasures of living for the sake of the dignity and welfare of the greatest number.

The sacrifice of these men who willingly tendered the golden promise of their youth to the demands of the collective welfare would remain a standing rebuke upon us, the living, if we should fail to curb the selfish and narrow passions of individualism that at present threaten to obstruct the national efforts toward economic and social reorganization. In a larger sense, those whom we gratefully remember today fought and died for the noble cause of a new world order; they had dreamed of a peaceful country, free from wants and fear, free from the shackles of foreign sovereignties, free from the blighting influences of a materialistic civilization.

It is much, therefore that, we owe the youths who sleep here now; and our gratitude and occasional remembrance would indeed be meaningless to them should we neglect to dedicate all our strivings to the great cause for which they died—peace and plenty for all, liberty and justice for all nations, equality among all races, progress for all mankind.

The speech was powerful, and the audience, deeply moved. But how hard it was, as a leader, to comfort a traumatized nation, whose future looked uncertain. Indeed, many more would die before the Japanese occupation ended. And Laurel, being pressured by the Japanese to declare war on the United States, would use his wit to only declare that there was a “state of war” between the Philippines and the United States, and that he refused the Japanese demand for Filipinos to be conscripted into their war against the Americans. Laurel became what the nation needed him to be. He wouldn’t have risked so much if he were not willing to stake not only his reputation, but also his life.

This brings to mind Andres Bonifacio’s Decalogue. 

Engrave on the heart the conviction that to die for the liberation of the country from enslavement is the highest honor and fortune.

May we be our own heroes our country needs, in this difficult and divisive time. 

Doctor I Need You: Chapter 2

Originally posted by nctaezen

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / to be determined

*I am not a doctor of any kind*

Warnings: Surgery in this chapter

Rating: M

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, romance

Characters and their roles:


  • You (Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery)
  • Dr. Kim Jisoo (Head of General Surgery)
  • Dr. Kim Seokjin (Jin) (Attending Anesthesiologist)
  • Dr. Lee Taeyong (Head of Trauma Surgery)
  • Dr. Kim Taeyeon (Head of Neurosurgery)
  • Dr. Kim Xiumin (Head of Pediatric surgery)
  • Dr. Park Leeteuk (Chief of Surgery)


  • Dr. Jeon Wonwoo (5th year Surgical Resident)
  • Dr. Nakamoto Yuta (5th year Surgical Resident)
  • *NEW* Dr. Park Rosé (5th year Surgical Resident)
  • *NEW* Dr. Park Joy (5th year Surgical Resident)
  • *NEW* Dr. Kim Mingyu (5th year Surgical Resident)

Songs to play while reading: I’ll point out where

  1. Virgin - After School
  2. Error - VIXX
  3. Beautiful Liar - VIXX LR

“I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good character, and my enemies for their good characters.” - Oscar Wilde


(Play Virgin)

It’s been 14 days since the merger happened, even after 2 weeks of being around each other. The Heartstone doctors and Serenity doctors still sit on opposite sides of the room. The Chief called all the doctors to the Hospital auditorium.

“Good morning doctors. As you know, ever since the merger we’ve lost a lot of doctors on both sides. So recently the hospital board came to the decision to hire more residents,” The Chief announced.

“Dammit!” You hear Wonwoo yell, everyone turned their heads towards him, “Sorry sir.”

“Our new 5th year residents are Dr. Park Joy, Dr. Kim Mingyu, and Dr. Park Rosé.” He pointed out, “5th year residents, get as many good surgery outcomes as you can. It’ll look good for your board exams.”

The Chief continued, “We’re busy people so I’ll be brief. Attendings, you will spread your wealth of knowledge equally among all residents. Your residents reflect on you, they fail you fail. We are surgeons, we are a team. Next week the hospital will be having a party, located on the 5th floor’s lobby. Come and relax from surgery for a night. Now, get to work.”


You were signing discharge papers in the ER. Taeyong came and gave Jinyoung his discharge papers.

“This is the third patient I’ve discharged doctor, what about you?” Taeyong asked.

You scoffed, “Taeyong I am not your friend.”

“Doctor I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re my friend or not, what can’t loosen up and have a little competition fun?”

You scoffed again, “First to discharge 10 patients wins.” You ran off first him following behind.

He was ahead by 2 patients already, you scanned the room for the easiest treatment. Yuta was stitching up a patient, you ran towards him.  You pushed him away from her. Yuta looked at you in confusement before walking off.

Taeyong saw Wonwoo drawing blood from one patient. He took the needle out of his hand and shooed him away. Wonwoo shot him a dirty look and left.

You finished writing your tenth discharge papers, at the same time Taeyong did too. You made a run towards Jinyoung, he did too. You got there first and handed the papers to Jinyoung.

“I WIN!” You gloated and laughed at Taeyong, “You wanna be me but you caaaaan’t! You wanna be me but you caaaaan’t!”

Taeyong smiled at you in defeat, “Okay doctor you did good.”

You smiled back at him, “Thank you.”

Jisoo walked past the both of you, “Okay doctors stop flirting with each other.”

You laughed, “We weren’t flirt-”

Ambulance sirens cut you off, the attendings and residents rush to the ER entrance, the ER doors open.

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Naegiri One-Shot - Umbrella - Danganronpa Fanfic

Based on @superduperandyeah​‘s headcanon that he sent to @capndirossio,:

Can you imagine the first time Naegi and Kirigiri shared an umbrella? He runs up to see her soaking wet (claiming she’s fine) and he’s all “But you’ll catch a cold, Kirigiri-san!” She accepts his offer and they’re right up against each other almost shoulder-to-shoulder with his bright red face turned away after considering the closeness he initiated. She notices and decides to fluster him worse by saying there’s not much space underneath such a tiny umbrella so they better get even closer.

Kyoko Kirigiri picked up her pace a bit as the raindrops seemed to grow in number and volume. It was a real driving rainstorm now, and it was already a cold day even before the downpour began. It was little wonder, then, that every step that battered her with more rain also served to dampen her mood.

Inwardly, she chided herself for failing to adequately prepare. She knew that there’d be rain this afternoon, but she had felt overconfident that she would finish reviewing the files in the Administration Building well before it started to fall. To make matters worse, she’d opted to use a roundabout route from Administration to her father’s office so as to avoid the protests that had enveloped the central plaza. It made logical sense, but in rain this heavy, it was a choice she increasingly regretted.

“Hey, Kiri! Wait up!”

Kyoko paused and turned around to see Makoto Naegi running towards her with a green umbrella held over his head.

As he ran up alongside her on her right, he extended the umbrella over her head with a smile. “You shouldn’t be strolling through this without an umbrella. Earth and sand are really falling out here.”

Kyoko smiled a little, either because of Makoto’s kind gesture or because she was amused by his use of a well-worn idiom. “I’ll be all right,” she insisted as she attempted to wave the umbrella away.

“But you’ll catch a cold, Kirigiri-san!” he countered.

“There’s not much point in wasting the protection on someone who’s already soaked,” she responded. “It’s wiser for you to keep yourself dry at this point.”

“So… you’re sacrificing your health to protect me?” Makoto retorted. He brought a hand to his chest, feigning shock. “That’s so noble of you!”

Kyoko was taken aback by the smile that appeared on his face as he said it. Between that and how his eyes had slightly narrowed, it looked like…

Is he actually teasing me? she thought in disbelief.

“That’ll be the day,” she fired back with a smirk. At last, she grabbed the umbrella from his hand and held it over herself.

Despite being fully exposed to the elements, Makoto looked supremely satisfied with himself. Kyoko rolled her eyes a little. “Don’t get too cocky, Naegi-kun,” she warned him. “I’m entirely aware that you only teased me regarding the value my family places on self-preservation so that I would take shelter under your umbrella.”

His sincere smile broke into a full-on grin, and he shrugged. “Yeah, okay,” he admitted with a chuckle. “You’re right, as usual. Either way, at least it worked!”

“I can’t help but wonder where you learned such an insidious tactic,” Kyoko said with a knowing smile. “It’s very unlike you.”

“I hang out with some pretty clever people,” he said, looking over into her eyes.

When she looked back into his, Kyoko felt herself drawn to the shorter boy. “There’s… plenty of room under here, you know,” she offered. Kyoko held the umbrella to her right. In the process, she exposed her left shoulder to the rain but managed to shield most of Makoto as well.

Scooting to the side slightly, Kyoko’s right shoulder pressed up against Makoto’s left. A light pink glow appeared in his cheeks, and he quickly looked away.

“Wh-where are you headed, anyway?” Makoto inquired, avoiding her gaze.

“The old building,” she responded. She turned her focus straight ahead in order to keep herself from staring at him. “I need to speak with my father. He has me investigating some rather curious things in the school’s files. It seems our illustrious Steering Committee might be up to something.”

Makoto frowned a bit, but said nothing at first. He’d centered his view and appeared to be looking straight ahead when he asked, “And what do you and your dad make of all this?” he asked suddenly.

“Uh, make of what exactly?” Kyoko inquired in return. She suddenly felt acutely aware that Makoto wasn’t the only one feeling a bit flustered as they rubbed shoulders.

“The ‘parade,’” he clarified. Makoto gestured out towards a group of suit-clad students with signs that were visible in the distance to their right. The throng seemed to move like a wave as he headed for the newest building on the campus. “It’s growing bigger every day,” he observed.

Kyoko expression turned dour. “My father believes things are changing around here,” she suggested. “That this is a moment that Hope’s Peak and its faculty will always remember. Frankly, I’m inclined to agree with him.”

“It might not be such a bad thing,” Makoto offered. “Maybe this will push the Steering Committee to give the Reserve Course Students the kind of treatment and attention they deserve.”

Kyoko closed her eyes and suppressed the urge to grin. Whenever she heard Makoto speaking so openly and brazenly about his hopes for equality among all of the Hope’s Peak students, she felt a swell of admiration. It was one thing for Kyoko to speak in support of the Reserve Course students — she could defend herself against any student who aggressively disagreed, and she was further insulated by her father’s position within the school. Makoto, on the other hand, had no such skills or inherent protections, yet he proudly declared his support for unifying the school to anyone who was willing to listen. He did it not because he had anything to gain from doing so, but because he believed it was right.

Even mulling over those facts made her turn and smile at the boy beside her. “You know, we’re both still getting a bit wet,” she noted. “The umbrella’s too small to cover us side-by-side. Mind if squeeze together a bit more?”

Makoto’s face jerked to the left to look at her in surprise, and she instantly felt the heat emanating from her own face. “Y-yeah, of course,” Makoto replied anxiously.

They were only 15 meters away from the old school building by this point. Despite the short distance, however, they still pressed against each other beneath the umbrella. Kyoko moved the umbrella to her left hand so as to wrap her right around his Makoto’s back, and Makoto extended his left arm around her back in turn.

They walked silently like that for a while, which made Kyoko feel as though her heart was pounding loud enough to be heard over the rainstorm that surrounded them. Happily, Makoto showed no sign that he noticed it. The boy simply kept his eyes on the building while breathing raggedly due to his nerves. Kyoko heard his breaths and couldn’t help but wonder: Does he feel this nervous whenever he’s close to any woman? Or is it just me?

“Here’s your stop!” Makoto said, jolting Kyoko out of her ruminations. They walked up to a side entrance door that led into the old school building, and she lightly hopped onto the single step on front of it, taking the umbrella with her.

Turning back, she saw that Makoto had not followed her onto the small porch. “Wait, you’re not coming with me?” she asked.

“Ahh, no,” he said shyly, looking down towards the ground. The force of the rain that was now hitting him made the antenna atop his head jiggle. “I’m heading back to the dorm, in fact.”

Kyoko stepped back off of the porch and handed the umbrella over to him. “That’s… that’s the opposite direction from where we started,” she stated.

“I know,” he acknowledged as he took the umbrella from her hand. He shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

Kyoko smiled and shook her head. “You’re too kind for your own good, Naegi-kun.” She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, causing Makoto to grunt “AHP!” in shock.

Turning away from him, she quickly explained, “That was merely my thank you for being such a gentleman.” With that, Kyoko Kirigiri jogged up and went through the main door, leaving Makoto standing stock still in the rain.

“You… you’re welcome… ”

Calling All Cittazens! Assistants Needed!

Hello, Cittazens!

Here in the community, it’s fair to say that we have a LOT going on behind the scenes. With trying to keep everything up to date, we sometimes fall behind, and as it stands, our resources are a little lacking. With that in mind, we’ve decided to open up applications for assistants.

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You don’t believe in feminism?

Fine. Let me just change a few words in the sentence, but don’t worry, the meaning is always the same.

Do you believe in the equality among all genders, not only in legal, but also in moral and spiritual sense? Do you believe that degrading an entire gender - in whatever way, doesn’t matter if we are talking about mental abilities or fashion sense - doesn’t make much sense and that nobody should be given any more obstacles by the society only because of the way they were born?

Didn’t think so.

The thing is, if you believe in the equality of all genders, you believe in feminism, even though that word doesn’t have a nice ring to it today, which is very unfortunate.

Let’s stop acknowledging misandry, or anything other than complete and unmistakable equality as feminism. Know the bloody difference.

Fighting Temptations I

For my dear anon who requested this; I used an imagine for inspiration too. 

Based on:  Imagine that after BOTFA Thranduil and Thorin have to be present at negotiation meetings, and you are there to stop an interracial conflict 

“Hmm, must I be forced to waste my time with such a tedious affair?” Thorin growled at Balin as you sat silently away from the pair, “I am a king. I have much to do.”

“As is he,” Balin returned, his tone the closest you had heard to annoyed, “Which means that yes, you will be forced to waste your time. Though, I should remind you that it is not such a waste.”

“Call it what you will,” Thorin looked to the ceiling with irritation, “But I recall the last time we met, a battle resulted.”

“Yes, it did,” Balin replied wryly, “As much your doing as his.”

“So you see how unwise this would be,” Thorin intoned sneakily, “We could not afford another.”

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"The Would Be King: Imagine going with the dwarves all the way from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain and nearly killing Thorin in front of the armies when he threatens Bilbo."

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You had been with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield for so much of their journey, after coming across the young archer, Kili, nearly getting mauled by a wild cat in the wilds surrounding the Shire. You’d managed to get to him just in time, stabbing your sword through the animals neck, putting it down.

He had taken you to his camp and practically begged his uncle to let you join. At first you were wary of this group of dwarves and one hobbit, until you’d locked eyes with a familiar wizard, who merely grinned at you.

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thank you mayor barry and thank you for inviting me to be a part of the council on gender equity.
all human beings on this planet, and in this society that we live in deserve to be treated the same. they deserve to be treated the same in their social lives, and in their financial and business careers as well.

in my life in the arts, i have always considered it unfair when producing a record, for example, that a drummer would be paid less than a singer, simply because that singer had an agent or representative. they are both creating regardless of their instrument or even their experience. they should be paid the same. now wouldn’t it be just as ridiculous to pay two fiddle players a different wage because one of them is male and one is female? i think so.

it is embarrassing that in 2016 there are any differences in benefits or wages between genders in our society. gender equity is something that should’ve been solved a century ago worldwide, and it is sad that we even need to address it. if the person does the work, the benefits of doing that work, should be equal among all human beings.

as owner of the record label third man records, with locations in both nashville and detroit, i am proud to say that since 2013 all employees of my record label have had a minimum wage of 15 dollars an hour, regardless of gender.

i encourage small businesses to do the same, it is possible. you wont go broke. a person shouldn’t need 2 jobs just to have food and shelter. and if small businesses like mine can do this, billion dollar businesses like walmart can do it as well.

as of 2015, employees of my record label third man records have enjoyed the following benefits: all full time employees receive health insurance. i am happy and proud to give this as i am saddened that our society doesn’t consider health care a basic human right instead of a money making venture.

something that we are even more proud of at third man records is that since 2015, all employees that are expecting mothers, can expect 6 months of paid leave after giving birth.
all fathers of newborn children at third man records can expect 3 months of paid leave.
nothing is more important than a new life and new soul being brought into the world, and newborn parents should not have to worry about anything but the health and welfare of their child. if my small company can enact these ideas, than so can mcdonalds and general motors.

i also must stress that the labels of gender and sexuality are completely up to the individual and not the people who employ them, or the government. if a person is born into a different scenario or a different type of physical body, they shouldn’t be treated in any degrading fashion. if they choose to represent themselves as transgender or gender neutral even, it should not effect their wages or benefits or how they are treated by other human beings.

thank you very much

Friendly reminder that if you’re homophobic, transphobic, or racist you’re not a feminist, okay? Real feminism means believing there should be equality among all genders. That means girls with dicks, guys with vaginas, genderfluids, gays, people of colour, and all else. Go fuck yourself with your heteronomative, “cis, white, female only” feminism. You people are giving me such a shit name. I’m sick of it.

Why does the “alt right” and “MRA” and “”“egalitarian”“” insist that patriarchy, oppression, and literally everything that acknowledges how privileged they are and requires them to think about their own actions are all imaginary and invented by white teenage girls on Tumblr? Not only is there nothing wrong with being a white teenage girl and outright silly to use the demographic as some sort of degrading term, but the fact that they do use it as an insult only proves them wrong. It’s like they can’t take more than a step without contradicting themselves. They’re just immature 90s kid that can’t get over their RADICAL!!!!!!, no girls allowed, girls can’t play videogames era. It’s just sad that they’re so disgusted by a word that literally means equality among all genders.

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On this day in music history: February 15, 1969 - “Everyday People” by Sly & The Family Stone hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 4 weeks, also topping the R&B singles chart for 2 weeks on February 22, 1969. Written and produced by Sylvester Stewart (aka Sly Stone), it is the first chart topper for the San Francisco, CA based R&B/Funk band fronted by singer, songwriter and musician Sly Stone. The song is written as an appeal for equality and harmony among all people, a message that will resonate with the public. It will be especially potent coming from the first racially integrated band to enjoy mainstream pop success. Released as the first single from the band’s fourth album “Stand!”, it will quickly make an impact. Entering the Hot 100 at #93 on November 30, 1968, it will climb to the top of the chart eleven weeks later.“Everyday People” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.

anonymous asked:

what would you say to someone who thinks equality between genders is just human nature and shouldn't be labeled as "feminism"?

I would say that I wish that it was human nature and that everyone was equal naturally. But this isn’t the case right now, so we need feminism to create equality among all people so that one dat, equality can be “human nature”