even though she can not speak

Why Carrie Fisher is such an awesome Star Wars cast member

  • Endured the double bun hairstyle even though she hated it because she thought she’d lose her job if she complained
  • Made Mark Hamill put her Leia clothes on all the time (she prob even tried to get him to wear the golden bikini)
  • Immediately said “I’m in!” when George Lucas asked her and Mark if they were interested in doing more movies
  • Once referred to herself as Jewish Space Princess
  • Multiple BTS pics of her in the 80s kissing droids, Chewbacca, and touching them inappropriately
  • Tried Harrison’s pot while filming and it made her give up on pot completely
  • Partied with the Rolling Stones & Harrison before filming on Cloud City
  • Was still drunk while filming said scenes
  • Remembers Leia’s complicated lines from the first film
  • Warned Daisy Ridley and John Boyega that they would have stalkers after doing SW movies
  • When filming the scenes as Jabba’s slave, she said “So just because I’m wearing a bikini I can’t speak anymore?”
  • Has called herself Mrs. Han Solo on more than one occasion
  • Filmed the scenes as Boushh even though she was sick and couldn’t breathe under that mask
  • Admits she’s Princess Leia’s protector
  • Has a big slave Leia doll in her house
  • Called Jabba an ‘ignorant slug’ on a Return of the Jedi blooper
  • Harrison once pranked her and pretended he was hanging himself in her dressing room and he was naked and she told the world this story, thank you Carrie
  • Agreed to do commentary for the original trilogy first DVD release in the 2000s when George Lucas gave her a copy of the Star Wars Holiday Special filmed in 1978
  • Shows said Holiday Special when she wants guests to leave her parties
  • Refers to Han Solo and Princess Leia as space dates
  • Once called Kylo Ren “my little Hitler”
His accent 🙈

Nico’s originally from Italy, so I can imagine him having the accent still. Even though he was in the casino for a while, he was still around Bianca a lot, and she would *certainly* have an accent. That means there’s a chance that Nico would retain at least a part of his.

Of course, it’s watered down thanks to living in America for so long. But that said, I believe that it’s there in the rare moments he’s excited and off guard. He’ll start speaking with an adorable Italian accent, his eyes sparkling with energy that he hasn’t had in years. He’ll laugh and not even notice that people would stare.

Or, even better, he’d slip into Italian without even noticing. He’d be in a conversation with someone and get super excited. Then, in the middle of the conversation, would switch languages. He’d be smiling and continue with whatever he was saying, but it would be in Italian. The other person, in response, would either look very confused causing Nico to notice his mistake and grow quiet and embarrassed therefore ruining the moment, or would go along with it.

Imagine:

Will sat under the shade of a tree with Nico. It was a nice, sunny day. There was a breeze, so it was chillier than Will preferred it, but it didn’t seem to bother Nico thanks to his jacket. Will loved being outside, and Nico loved the shadows, so the shade of a tree on a sunny day was the perfect scenario for both boys.

They weren’t doing much at the moment, just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company. Nico wasn’t one for talking, but with his hand entwined with Will’s, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the other boy cared.

“Hobbies.” Nico said, seemingly out of the blue.

If Will had been anybody else, he would have thought Nico’s comment was of no value; was something random that could be brushed off. But Will knew better than that. The comment was just part of the game that him and Nico played. Ever since the incident that had brought them together [A/N: see the first chapter of my new Solangelo fic], Nico had actually put somewhat of an effort into who he was.

Mysteriously, he still couldn’t answer the three questions that Will had asked in the beginning.

Will chuckled lightly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Hobbies… reading, archery, and soccer.”

“Soccer?” Nico questioned, turning his head to look at Will. “You play a sport?”

“Used to.” Will explained to him. “Since becoming a year-rounder here at camp, I haven’t played at all. I kind of miss it.”

Will caught a small glint of curiosity in Nico’s eye, as if he were about to ask another question. He opened his mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came, the question seemingly dying in his throat. He closed his mouth as calmly and as stoically as everything he did.

“Now it’s your turn, Nico.” Will told him expectantly. “Let me here about what you do in your free-time.”

Nico sighed heavily. The stony expression on his face looked strained, as if he were debating a life or death decision. Even though he knew that couldn’t be the case, it made Will’s heart beat just a little quicker with worry.

Nico looked down at the grass, picking at it with his free hand. “I used to be really into Mythomagic.”

“Mythomagic…” Will repeated. That name rung a bell in his mind, but he was having trouble placing where he had heard it. When it struck him, he smiled. “Mythomagic. Isn’t that Trading Card Game? Sort of like Magic: The Gathering?”

“And like Pokémon.” Nico said, sounding tired. “I’ve heard it all, and yes - it is a TCG.”

Will laughed at Nico. “So your a secret dork, huh? You into video games and anime too?”

Nico looked back at the ground again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Your point is?”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know, but I adore this new secret part of you.”

He meant to be endearing, but Nico looked just as upset and embarrassed as he always did when Will started to pry. Why Nico had let Will get anything out of him if it made him feel so bad, the blonde medic would never know. But he *did* know that he had to make Nico feel better, even though he had been the one to start the conversation about hobbies.

“Tell me more about it.” Will told him. Nico looked up at him, confused. “Mythomagic, that is. I know of it, but I don’t know much about it. Could you please explain it to me?”

Nico obliged. He tentatively began to explain the rules of the game. Will followed along, although it started getting a bit complicated. Nico kept looking up at him, then back at the ground as he talked. He seemed almost frightened to be discussing it.

Then, something amazing happened.

When he was done explaining the rules, he branched off. His voice was a couple pitches higher and he let go off Will’s hand. Normally, that would have been a bad sign. Nico receding back into himself was a silent warning sign his boyfriend would give him. But this time, he released Will’s hand to be able to talk with his hands.

His arms were flying just as fast as his words. Will had never heard Nico say something that hadn’t been thought through. This was a new sight. There was a sparkle in Nico’s eye that Will had never seen there before. A smile graced the boy’s face, and his voice reverberated with energy.

He began recounting stories and experiences of the game, laughing as he did so. Will had never heard anything as carefree and beautiful as Nico’s laugh. The pale boy talked about the game like Nico never talked about anything: with child-like excitement. It was free, and it was fun.

And as he spoke, Will heard Nico’s voice take on a slight change. Slowly but surely, an Italian accent overtook his words. It was adorable and innocent, the latter having never been a word to use with Nico. He looked at home, with the sunny day and Italian accent, as if the casino had never took home from him.

And then he completely lost Will. Nico’s words came out completely in Italian, and the boy didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept talking as if he were still speaking basic English. His eyes sparkled even more when he changed languages. Now, Nico seemed truly at home. He seemed truly comfortable; he looked comfortable in a way that Will knew he would never be able to make him.

Even though Will had no idea what Nico was saying, he didn’t interrupt. He simply enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so uncharacteristically happy. He let Nico have his moment of happiness and freedom. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much, Will wouldn’t dare interrupt him to break it to him. He was too cute and too happy.

Will was pretty sure he loved Nico even more after that afternoon.

imagine lily evans in gof when she speaks to her son for the first time in years.

she walks towards him, all too aware of the danger that surrounds them, but she can’t help drinking in his appearance; his trembling wand, his determined grass green eyes, his mussed hair, his look of utter wonder at her approach.

lily knows. lily knows that even though she has a lifetime of words she has waited to lavish on her son, there is no time, that her harry is in danger and she can save him.

“we will give you time…”

“you must get to the Portkey…”

“do you understand, harry?” 

and her heart breaks just a little more at his bewildered but resolved face, and inwardly she begs him to understand, that she loves him, that james loves him, that they wished so much to protect him, that he must protect himself now, that he is strong and she loves him and–

and then james whispers “do it now” and harry is running, he is running, and lily knows, she knows that he will live to defeat their enemy, and some day, some day they will meet again and then lily will tell him everything that went unspoken to her son at age fourteen.

Seriously though when Zedd and Kesha’s song True Colors drops tomorrow please buy it when you can. The profits will benefit someone who’s struggled with assault and abuse and who’s voice was silenced when she tried to speak up. Who was dismissed her rights even when she said she spoke the truth. Who was told to lie about her assault case in order to gain her freedom. In this situation , Kesha needs all the support she can get and the easiest way to do that is by spending the 1.29 for the song. Illegally downloading doesn’t do shit.

Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin

Originally posted by it-is-just-the-begining

  • Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin
  • Give me a girl that confuses him from the start
  • Because she looks like money and prejudice but talks better trash than everyone in the room
  • Give me a girl that Sirius can’t ignore, because even though she’s a Slytherin, and a pure blood
  • she still makes him twitch when she looks at him and bites her lip
  • Give me a girl that Sirius fights with just so that he can stand close to her
  • A girl that cheats on exams and lets her minions do her dirty work
  • A girl that only speaks words with hard, blunt edges
  • A girl that’s everything he hates and somehow all he wants, too
  • A girl that, for all her arrogance, is brave enough to look evil in the eye and smile
  • Brave enough to stay in a poisonous, terrifying world because she knows that’s where she can make a difference
  • Because there are innocent people trapped in that world that she needs to protect
  • A girl that will catch him off guard in the night, and with a wand to his neck pass him information that could win the war
  • A girl that will kiss like a firework and leave before he can say goodbye
  • A girl that will show him there is both light and dark inside us all
Running Out of Time: Bellamy and His Feelings

Obviously, there was a lot to unpack from the Bellarke Beach Scene 2: Hugless Boogaloo, but what I thought was most interesting was what it tells us about Bellamy’s emotional status.  The line I think was most telling was It’s pathetic, right?  She hates me but I keep coming back for more because there’s just so much desolation in those two sentences, starting with it’s pathetic.  That line lands like a value judgment on himself– he is pathetic for still loving his sister, despite her hatred of him.  It also speaks to his feelings of helplessness, both with Octavia and with their larger situation: there is not a goddamn thing he can do to make his sister forgive him or stop the end of the world, but he’s still going to keep trying.  But even though he’s not giving up, he also sort of has– he’s given up on the idea of surviving, really.  He’s got faith in Clarke (and Raven), but the cynic inside of him keeps whispering there’s no surviving this so he’s decided he’s just going to do his best to make things right.

And where things stand right now, there’s two important people in his life: Clarke and Octavia.  Other people matter to him, of course, but those two women are his primary concern.  Things are pretty good with Clarke and pretty terrible with Octavia, so when faced with the choice of “where to go from here” he chooses Octavia because Bellamy doesn’t want to die with her hating him.  He knows that still might happen but he has to at least try to fix it, even if it seems pointless.  He could have chosen Clarke and gone over to Science Island and spent his last few weeks on earth with someone who trusts him and loves him and supports him, but that would mean sacrificing any chance to put things right with Octavia.

And make no mistake: Bellamy does not see them coming out of this alive.  He thinks this is the end, and that’s part of what is hanging over his head when he says it’s pathetic.  Because he’s not just talking about returning to Octavia for more abuse, he’s talking about how he’s spent the last nine months fighting to keep everyone alive, often at great cost to his own moral values, only for everyone to die anyway.  He hasn’t reached Jasper’s level of nihilism and I honestly doubt he will, but there is a certain fatalistic attitude leaking through in this scene that punches me in the gut.  He feels pathetic and pointless, and so all that’s left is to try and get his sister to love him before they die.

But there is one thing left to tell Clarke, and that’s how he feels about her.  Guys, when he says Clarke, if I don’t see you again, there’s really only one way to end that sentence.  He has made it clear he loves her through his actions time and time again– letting her go in 216, going after her in 302, telling her he doesn’t want to be angry with her in 313, trusting her in 315 and 316, being there for her at her absolute lowest in 403– but he’s never actually said it.  It’s literally the last thing left to do, and standing next to her on that beach, he really does think it could be the last time he sees her, and not just because of praimfaya.

It’s because over the course of the last few days, Bellamy has thought his sister died and watched their best hope for surviving the apocalypse go up in flames.  And in the course of the previous twelve hours, he thought Clarke was dead and/or that he would watch her die twice.  Clarke might not make it back before the radiation hits, or she might die from a stray arrow or an ambush or 400 other things that could go wrong.  He knows that life is uncertain in their world and he’s not sure he’ll ever see her again.  Thanks to Echo, Bellamy knows what it feels like when someone you love dies with things unsaid, so he steels himself for what is about to be a painful admission because he knows he loves her and he knows she loves him, but he also thinks Clarke doesn’t love him in the same way.  He’s not planning on telling her this because he thinks she’ll reciprocate, he’s planning on telling her he loves her because that’s all there is left to do.

But Clarke stops him.  First of all, guys, she fucking knows what he’s about to say.  They just spent an entire episode being Drift Compatible as fuck, and she just said she’ll see how special you are which is a weird fucking thing to say about someone’s sibling (I don’t really need to see how special my brother is; I  need to remind him of how we used to play chicken while sledding and I won every fucking time because he’s a goddamn chickenso you cannot tell me she would have been surprised if he said I love you.  Clarke was talking about her feelings for Bellamy here and pretending it was about Octavia because right now, feelings are painful for Clarke.  (If you’re special wasn’t a significant admission for Clarke she wouldn’t have broken eye contact after she said it.)  She’ll see how special you are is as close to I love you as Clarke can get at the moment, and I do think that if Bellamy was wavering (do I tell her I love her?  Or do I leave that unsaid because she’s not ready to hear it?) having Clarke tell him he matters was all he needed to decide.

Except Clarke sees where this is going and stops him, but not just because hearing Bellamy Blake say I love you when she’s still a tangled mess of grief and fear would be too much.  She stops him because she knows he’s saying it because he’s giving up hope, but she hasn’t yet.  She believes they can survive this so there’s no need for last minute love confessions.  In Clarke’s mind they have a future, and letting Bellamy say this might be the last time I see you so you need to know I love you is just too painful to contemplate.  Bellamy was ready to say goodbye, but Clarke isn’t.

I’m honestly not sure if Bellamy would have said it anyway if Roan hadn’t interrupted them.  He wasn’t looking convinced, at any rate, and I suspect if Roan hadn’t blown the Time Out From Feelings Whistle, Bellamy would have gone through with it.  Not because he doesn’t consider Clarke’s feelings important, but because he’s desperate.  This is it: the finish line is approaching, so make your peace and get ready for whatever comes next.

But Clarke didn’t stop Bellamy because she didn’t want to hear that he loves her; she stopped him because in her mind, there’s still time.  It wasn’t “If you love me I’d rather die not knowing,” it was “Please don’t say goodbye to me because I haven’t given up hope.”  Clarke is an expert at last-minute love confessions but she’s not ready to say they’ve reached that point.  She has hope that there will be time later to talk about this, so she doesn’t say I don’t want to hear it she says we’ll talk about this later.  Because Clarke has decided there will be a future for Bellamy, whether he believes in it or not.

MY THEORY ON THE CAMREN SAGA…..

Is CAMREN real? I am not part of their inner circle to give a definitive yes or no on that question. What I can say is, even though their words of denial are telling me no, their actions are telling me a completely different story. In my world, actions speak way louder than words. It is quite clear, through their actions over the past couple weeks alone, something is happening with them.

Keep reading

Enjoy the ride assholes

I live on the 13th floor, and there’s this family that lives on the floor above me, really unpleasant people. Father’s a fat priest (this is an orthodox christian country, priests are decked out. BMWs or Mercedes cars, tinted glass, typically lots of cash…), no idea what the mum does, but she’s a very unpleasant person to meet, won’t even respond to a neighbourly hello, just keeps a scowl on her face 24/7. They have several children, all boys, the oldest being around 16, they all seem to be raised according to their parents’ assholeness. I can’t speak for the two little twins though, since they don’t really know what they’re doing is aiding their parents’ ultimate goal of being the biggest dick possible.

I was finishing up an assignment and was running just a little bit late for school. I go out, call the elevator which says it’s on the 14th floor, one floor above that is. It doesn’t move. I take my earbuds out and hear little children’s voices- immediately I realize the situation. The mum’s not yet out of the flat, but she’s sent her two little kids out in advance to call the lift up and keep it there, god forbid she wait a second upon exiting her apartment! You may think I was jumping to a conclusion, but all the noises pointed to it and this wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

This aggression will not stand.

Now, a thought crossed my mind that I should walk up the stairs, toss the kids aside, say “Sorry, running late!” enter the lift, close the door and leave. I was even prepared to argue with the missus if I were to come across her too. I don’t shy away from conflict.

But no.

They’ve pushed my buttons for far too long. It’s time I push some buttons myself.

Alright, you goddamn bloody walrus, is that how it’s gonna be? You apparently don’t mind making people wait when they’re already late, you can do some waiting of your own, you scowling, hag.

Despite risking being even more late, I took the stairs down. However I made sure I pressed the elevator button on every single floor on the way down, make them wait approximately 15 seconds on every single floor when the manatee manages to get out of the flat eventually.

The OA and Odyssee

There are a lot of similarities between The OA and Homers (duh…) Odyssee:

1.Odysseus spent seven years in captivity on Ogygia, the island of Calypso. Prairie was held by Hap for about seven years.

2.Calypso falls deeply in love with Odysseus, even though he has consistently spurned her advances. Hap was in love with Prairie but she hates him.

3. A cyclops traps Odysseus and his men in a cave. He does not dare to kill the Monster because he is the only one who is strong enough to move the rock that traps them there. Prairie can’t kill Hap since he is the only one who has the code to the doors.

4. In order to complete his quest home, Odysseus explains that he must enter the underworld  to speak to the wise man Tisereas.  There he meets the spirits of the dead, notably his mother. He decides that he would rather return to the living, so he has to perform a sacrifice. Prairie meets Khatun again in her 2nd NDE and sees her father. She decides to return to the others and sacrifices the eternal afterlife with her father.

5. Odysseus lies sometimes. He lies about his name and where he’s from etc. to protect himself and others. Prairie lies to Hap, she pretends to be blind. We do not know if she lied about the whole story, but if she did and she acts like Odysseus, she might have her own reasons to do so.

6. Sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors to them with their enchanting music and voices. In The OA Hap hears Prairies Violin playing and finds her, Renata plays the guitar and Rachel sings beautifully. 

If Batmanglij and Marling were really thinking of stuff like this when they created the show i am so impressed….

Did you find any other similarities ?

LazyTown Headcanons

- Robbie Rotten is a supertaster. He’s hyper-sensitive to anything remotely bitter tasting, so because every vegetable and fruit he’s tries (all of like 5 times in his life probably) has tasted terrible to him, he’s written off everything remotely healthy.

- Sportacus is asexual. He doesn’t think of it in those terms, or think of it much at all really, but he is. He really enjoys heavy kissing though, and would happily agree to intimacy with a partner.

- Pixel has a crush on Stephanie. Just. The worst crush. He can’t even talk one-on-one.

- Trixie also probably has a crush on Stephanie and is about as capable at it as Pixel is. She won’t realize it until she’s nearly an adult.

- Robbie being a musician (or at least musically inclined) makes him really attractive to elves. The general unhealthiness and machinery-related lifestyle are detterents, but the music thing is a huge bonus.

- Speaking of elves, Sportacus tries to keep his identity as one a secret from the kids… not because they don’t know about elves (this is a world with canonical trolls) but because he thinks it’d make his fitness and health less of a role model for them. He can do like 50 backflips in part because he’s an elf, yes, but humans can do it too and he wants them to be encouraged to try to be the best they can be, not write it off as “oh Sportacus can do that because he’s an elf”.

- Also, trolls. Trolls and elves…. do not get along. Sportacus was genuinely shocked and alarmed to find one in LazyTown (“Where’d you get the troll?”) but it’s a baby so he can’t exactly be mean to it. He was, however, really relieved when they got it the hell out of LazyTown.

- Sportacus can’t drink coffee. Tea yes, but not coffee. It makes him nauseous.

- Someone tells Sportacus about veganism and he gets really excited and happy until he realizes no honey and no heavy cream. He tries it for about 4 months before breaking.

autistic laura kinney :O (spoilers ahead!)

i just saw logan and a lot of the things she did really resonated with me, an autistic person, and the variation between her behaviors and her friends seemed to indicate that these were more than just a product of her trauma

  • she’s nonverbal for a good part of the movie. she can verbally communicate her negative feelings like fear, anger, and discomfort by hissing and growling and shouting
    • even when she is verbal, her sentences are kind of fragmented and she doesn’t speak often. this could be considered being semi-verbal
  • the scene at the farm with charles and logan was really important to me, charles acknowledging that even though she isn’t talking, she is communicating, if you are willing to listen. and you don’t have to talk down to a nonverbal person, you can treat them like any other person
  • she does stim a lot
    • her ball is a stim toy, she’s very distressed when she doesn’t have it and in the second scene she’s in, we see her bouncing it over and over again
    • also, the gas station horse ride, logan says “okay, but this is your last ride” implying she rode it repeatedly. also, when it stops and she can’t get it to start again, she gets really panicked and upset
    • and maybe petting the horses could count, because i know petting soft things is a calming stim for me
    • she has some self destructive behaviors that could be considered a stim, i.e. in the video where she cut her arm and watched it heal repeatedly
  • speaking of horses, they could definitely be considered a special interest
    • she loves the horse ride, she gets horse figure and sleeps holding onto it, she fixates on the horse t shirt until charles and logan buy it for her, she fixates on the horses on the highway
  • this isn’t really evidence, but the farm scene where charles said he ran a school for kids with special needs also made me happy esp. considering that being a mutant can be considered an allegory for being neurodivergent (among other things mutations could be an allegory for)
  • she’s a messy eater. she holds her utensils weird and prefers to just eat with her hands until logan tells her to stop
  • she also echoes a line from the movie “shane” which she saw earlier in the movie, at the end as a way to communicate how she was feeling. it probably wasn’t technically a “contextually appropriate” quote, but she used it to convey something she couldn’t put into her own words

that’s all i can think of rn because i’ve only seen logan once but i was really excited and needed to make this post!!

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PUSHER 3x17

SCULLY: Mulder, fight him. You can fight this.

PUSHER: Come on. Pull the trigger, Mulder. She shot you, I read it in her files. Payback time… shoot the little spy!

(Scully looks at the mirror across the way from her and spots a fire alarm on the back wall in the hallway. Mulder speaks angrily, glaring but not at Scully, even though that is who he must face.)

MULDER: I’m going to kill you, Modell.

PUSHER: Yeah, pull the trigger, you get another crack at me.

(Scully slowly starts to back out of the room.)

MULDER: Scully, run! Scully…

[DIGIMON TRI PART 4] New Summary with Translation!

Hello everyone! 

The official site’s latest update now includes the synopsis for Part 4 (a very, very, interesting one to say the least). I’ve tried my hand at translating it below:

Digimon Adventure tri. Part 4: Loss - Synopsis Translation

Meicoomon’s rampage and the reboot which followed–

Leaving behind Meiko, anguishing, Taichi and the others set off for the Digital World.
There they reunited with their partner Digimon who lost their memories of everything up until now.

And yet their bonds must begin anew and the Chosen Children hold out a hand to their affected Digimon.

Nevertheless, even though Piyomon is the only one to evolve to their Child level, she reveals how wary she still is…

“It’s like I said before, I don’t know about this past you’re speaking of!!”

As someone whom she once held in high regard and sympathized with before, now a stranger, Piyomon instead harbors suspicion for Sora’s gestures of kindness.

Finding her feelings hurt, Taichi and Yamato can’t find the words to help Sora.
What will they do in the Digital World going forward?–

Before they can discuss this with each other, Meicoomon appears…and then disappears. Somehow, it has retained it’s old memories as it wanders in tears while searching for Meiko–

Seeing the creature, the children’s decision to travel to the Digital World in order to save Meicoomon becomes clearer. But then, the figure of a man once subdued by the Dark Masters appears before them.

Around the same time in the Real World, Nishijima receives notice that Himekawa has disappeared.

Investigating, he gets to the bottom of Himekawa’s actions up until now and finds out about a certain goal that was hidden from him.

A connection to a past incident which decided the fate of two people…

And now, the adventure evolves once more– 

Please do not repost my translations anywhere. Thank you! (´・ω・`)

“That’s… female clothes, isn’t it?” said one of the dwarfs.
Cheri swallowed. Why now? She’d sort of assumed Angua would be around. People always calmed down when she smiled at them – it was really amazing.
“Well?” she quavered. “So what? I can if I want to.”
“And… on your ear…”
“Well?”
“That’s… my mother never even… urgh… that’s disgusting! In public, too! What happens if kids come in?”
“I can see your ankles!” said another dwarf.
“I’m going to speak to Captain Carrot about this!” said the third. “I never thought I’d live to see the day!”
Two of the dwarfs stormed off towards the locker room. Another one hurried after them, but hesitated as he drew level with the desk. He gave Cheri a frantic look.
“Er… er… nice ankles, though,” he said, and then ran.
The fourth dwarf waited until the others had gone and then sidled up.
Cheri was shaking with nervousness. “Don’t you say a thing about my legs!” she said, waving a finger.
“Er…” the dwarf looked around hurriedly, and leaned forward. “Er… is that… lipstick?”
“Yes! what about it?”
“Er…” The dwarf leaned forward even more, looked around again, this time conspiratorially, and lowered her voice. “Er… could I try it?”

– Cheri and dwarfish gender politics | Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

Happy Story Time

andallthewildthingsroared submitted:

Told my girlfriend I was asexual today. We were lying in her bed in the darkness of her room and she asked if there’s anything she should know about me, anything I believed I couldn’t tell.
Because we haven’t been together long but I guess there are things you just can’t hide (and also shouldn’t have to).
So I said, yeah, I’m asexual and that’s why I didn’t kiss you that night and freaked out when you tried to, you know.
And I was so afraid that she’d reject me now that I was up and ready to leave and never speak to her again (even though this was the first time since I had realised that there was something wrong so many years before that I actually believed maybe, just maybe I didn’t have to be alone).
And she said, okay. Thanks for telling me, I can’t imagine what it must be like to admit something like that. But you should know that I’ll be careful and I want you all the same.
And I thought how lucky I was to hear that and that friends had beaten into me the courage to not be ashamed. So thank you, all of you, for that.

okay but imagine this:

you’re just a normal guy when suddenly maybe you try some new fish oil pills because you’ve heard that they’re good for you

suddenly, something crazy happens and you get encased in some rock and you know you should be dead but you’re somehow alive and somehow that’s worse. you live (although that’s not really how to describe living) like that for eternity because time doesn’t exist anymore, hearing your sister come and go, talking to you even though she thinks you can’t hear and that’s not even the worse of it because you hear her hate people and kill people that you realize might be just like you.

you’re scared.

you’re scared of what happened to you, you’re scared of what’s happening to you, and you’re scared of what might happen to you.

suddenly, there’s many voices, scientific speak that you don’t really understand but you understand that it’s all about you .

suddenly, there’s just one voice- not talking to you like your sister or all these people whose faces you’ve never seen have been for as long as you’ve been imprisoned, but really talking to you.

“Hi,” she says. “I’m Jemma Simmons and I’m from SHIELD.”

She pauses and you hope she hasn’t gone away.

“And I’m here to help you.”

Here to help you.

“I know this is all frightening. But I have friends who have gone through this.”



You’re thinking about how you hope your sister hasn’t hurt them

when

finally you feel something.

this whole time you’ve been hearing the outside world, encased in a stone prison

,

but now finally you feel something.


”but it’s okay. I’m here. We can get through this together.” The kind voice coming from a woman you’ve never seen named Jemma Simmons who you’ve never heard of has shown you so much kindness and humanity and hope that–



suddenly, you break. and you feel her helping to take the pieces off, like she promised you.



suddenly, there’s brightness, and it’s hard to see but the point is you can

see

, and you see her face.



your voice is hoarse and you can barely find the words to say thank you, but you do.



you are so very thankful to this woman you’ve now met. to Jemma Simmons.



suddenly, a bag is place over her head and she’s taken away and you can’t do anything to help this woman who helped you. you can only watch and croak her name as she’s dragged away.



suddenly, you’re left with these nameless people in hazmat suits who look at you with a gleam in their eyes, and not the kindness you saw in hers.



you’re terrified.


you’re terrified of what happened to you, you’re terrified of what happened to Jemma, and you’re terrified of what’s going to happen to you.

You wish you never broke free.

tbh i trust the OA so much? any theory that says she’s delusional or making stuff up can be thrown out the window

  • she was drawn to the abandoned house even though it looked uninhabited from the outside
  • psychically connects with Steve’s crazy dog?
  • knows without being told that BBA has suffered a loss
  • BBA: “She’s lying. Look at her eyes.” the OA: uploads a video that’s just a close-up of her eyes as she talks, to prove her honesty
  • that audio tape of her speaking Russian as a child

she’s clearly a lot psychic, a lot traumatized, and genuine af

Mural

Pairing: V x Female!MC

Synopsis: V goes to a fine arts school where he finds a girl painting a mural. Immediately he becomes infatuated with her, but he can’t bring himself to speak to her. It’s been a few months now and the mural is almost done and he has one more chance to talk to her.


“You can do this, you can do this. She’s just a girl, painting a picture.” He paused his pacing and looked back up at you, a soft smile breaking out on his face, “a really pretty, sweet, talented girl.” Soon enough V found himself staring and even though his mind was screaming at him to stop he couldn’t find the strength to. 

You were stood on a step ladder to reach the top of the wall to paint balloons. The mural itself showed a lot of Disney movie themes in it, the house from Up which you were working on currently, the waterfall broke half way to show an ocean with Ariel. Peter Pan was shown overhead flying, and Aladdin on his carpet not far behind. Cinderella’s castle was also shown as part of the background that led into Snow White’s woods. It was astonishing to see how far it’d come from the initial pencil markings from earlier that year.

He could watch you paint all day, you would hum to whatever music you had on and do small dances to it on rare occasions. He also liked hearing you proclaim things when you thought you’d messed up, you’d take in a deep, sharp breath before saying ‘Oh gosh!’ and rushing to fix it before anything else went wrong. You worked very slowly though, you had to perfect every little bit of whatever you’d been working on before even considering starting the next area. V was fine with this though as he’d become completely infatuated with you, the girl he doesn’t even know the name of.

In the end V had given up on going to talk to you, he’d been a ball of nerves ever since he thought about it that morning. As soon as you started packing up the paints and brushes he grabbed his bag and ran off before you would even know he was there. Cursing himself for giving up.

It continued like this for another two weeks. V watching as you painted, he’d resorted to sitting on the walkway a floor up to look less suspicious but it hadn’t been as nice as being sat at the bench not forty feet from you. The problem was though, was the mural was almost finished. There were maybe two days left before you’d pack up and not return for it and V still hadn’t even let his presence be known to you. He had to find the courage to speak to you before the day after tomorrow ended or else he may never see his artsy sun again.


V felt defeated as he’d collapsed in his dorm, face first into his pillow.

“What’s wrong, Jihyun?” Honestly V hadn’t even noticed that his roommate, and best friend, Jumin had entered their small room.

“The mural is almost done.” He mumbled turning his head to let him face Jumin as his cheek rested on the pillow. Jumin nodded letting out a soft ‘I see.’ V had told Jumin all about you, he couldn’t help it. You were so perfect, and amazing, and perfect again because he couldn’t think of another word that might describe you. Jumin had criticized him on using perfect twice at the time, saying he should’ve just said something along the lines of quintessential in personality and art. V refused to admit that he’d never spoken to you, meaning he didn’t quite know her personality which meant he couldn’t have said much else.

That’s probably why Jumin was being so nonchalant about the whole mural being done deal. He didn’t understand that this was possibly the last time that V would ever see you. The night didn’t seem to last as Jumin practiced, it felt as though he had only gone through one song by the time that day had come and V would be faced with seeing you for maybe the last time.

Classes seemed to speed by until the last two minutes of each. Every time he walked in the halls he searched for you, but you were short and seemed to be very timid so you were probably ducking your way through the halls doing your best to not attract any attention. At five o’clock sharp he was back on the walkway upstairs watching the mural. Nothing. No one showed up, not a sound arose around him.

Ten more minutes and still nothing.

Fifteen

Twenty

Thirty five

“Where is she?” His sun, which he’d begun to refer to you as, had never once been late when it came to painting the mural. He was getting worried. Was she okay? Did she get sick? Did she decide she was done early? Was she meeting some guy? The thought of you with some other guy was killing V, it was embarrassing. “You don’t even know her name and you’re already jealous of whatever guy she’s with? Great.” He pouted and rested his head on the railing.

“MC.”

V jumped, he hadn’t even noticed anyone had been there. “What?” He turned to face the person and saw his sun, or, MC. His heart stopped.

“My name is MC, I noticed you up here last week. Then I noticed you were always here, I thought I’d come say hi.” Your voice was even prettier than he remembered it being when he’d faintly heard you talk to yourself as you were painting. You were also much prettier than he’d thought you were, now that he’d gotten a proper look at you. It took a moment for him to realize his jaw was hanging open and he was staring at you.

“I-I’m V.” You smiled and V knew then and there that he could die right now and it would be okay. “You can call me Jihyun too though.” Your smile only brightened,

“Okay Jihyun, why are you always up here?” When his name had fell from your lips he realized he didn’t want to die because he needed to hear you say his name again. When the silence grew around them he realized he’d had to answer you, but when he didn’t you’d pursed her lips slightly looking down before pointing at his camera. “Does it make for pretty photos?” He knew you were trying to break the ice again, all around you were bland walls and classroom doors. The only pretty things to photograph that were in his line of sight was you or your mural.

“It can make for gorgeous sights.” He regretted the words as soon as he let them go and he’d looked directly at your mural noting that you followed his gaze. “Your mural always fascinated me, I liked seeing it be painted.” Butterflies rose in his stomach when he’d noticed your blush. “I didn’t think you’d finished it.” He turned to look at you and you’d shook your head.

“I haven’t.”

“Then why aren’t you-”

“I told you I thought I’d come say hi today.” You couldn’t meet his eyes when you spoke and you’d run your fingers through your hair before you quickly looked up at him and away again.

“You terrified me.”

“What?!” You looked so worried when he’d told you this that V couldn’t help but give a smile.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” Your face had turned the same shade as your cherry red coat that you’d bundled up in due to the cool January weather. “MC, would you like to get coffee with me sometime?”

~Love, Peony

This one is a lot of V’s thoughts rather than cute fluffy stuff but it’s for a friend so I’m sure she’ll understand

Is it too much to hope that we might get a few other prominent feminists to speak out in support of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie? Like she didn’t say anything that isn’t already obvious even… transwomen navigate society recognized as male for at the very least, many years; a few might pass as female eventually but frankly most of them don’t and they continue to navigate society as (gnc) males. They accrue many advantages over women starting the moment they’re born that can’t be theoried and explained away, though of course some face their own struggles for their gender nonconformity. But they just don’t have comparable experiences to women who were born and raised female, with all the harmful socialization that entails.

This is so fucking obvious and that MUST be why trans activists are acting so quickly to overreact, shut down conversations, and villianize this woman. I can’t help but think of that Dworkin quote about how men react to women’s words as if they were violence… It’s disheartening to watch, but I hope this is the point where feminists start to figure out that trans theory is not necessary or even compatible with feminism, but is in fact a shameless parasite on it, demanding time and energy and focus on itself above all else while offering no benefit to women at all.