expect this to be reblogged a lot okay

anonymous asked:

you have witch powers? i've always been fascinated with "paranormal" stuff, including magic, so i was wondering if u could tell me stuff about it. is magic real? what kind of stuff did ur grandma do? are ghosts and spirits real too? what kinds of spells can witches cast? is it like supernatural? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i'm just so fascinated and curious. i didn't even know witches were like, legit until i read ur tags, i just thought that people back then said that so they had 1/2

2/2 a reason to burn a woman they didn’t like. ok now i’m rambling but in short, what can u tell me about witch stuff? i’m just asking cause i’m really curious :)

(about my tags on this)

#whenever phil gets out the tarot cards and pulls something scarily accurate i’m just like…. yes…. good…show us your witch powers…… #(my own experience with tarot? so reassuring. and calming. it’s like asking for a friend’s advice but that friend is your own brain.) #also my great grandmother was a witch by profession and i definitely got some of her magic #i have not yet learned to recognise a feeling when i feel it.. but when stuff happens later i’m like OH THAT WAS MY MYSTERIOUS FEELING #one of our sheep died a week or so ago.. and for two days straight i was outside in the middle of the night staring at the moon #and wondering why i felt death in the air #and the rain made me cry and it felt like release but i didn’t know why #and i immediately started worrying about our sheep but didn’t follow up to see if they were okay #then two days later my mother comes in and tells me one of our sheep died and two days ago had given my mother “the death look” #if you’ve never seen someone or something die… there’s this look they have that’s like a disgraced peacefulness and self-awareness #but basically i knew the sheep was gonna die without any reason for me to think that #and i need to learn to follow up on my instincts because they’re ever-present and i never know when it’s a psychic thing or random anxiety #disclaimer: IS IT ALL BULLSHIT who knows? but science doesn’t know a whole lot about a lot of things and this stuff is natural to me #so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

okay!! i was expecting someone to ask, so here goes. (in case anyone’s wondering, this is a personal post, and no, i’m not making this stuff up.) (feel free to reblog if you want. but it’s so goddamn long aaah)

first off, an opinion: whether or not you believe magic is real in this world is entirely related to whether or not it is real. at least in my books. magic/paramormal stuff can always be observed, but if you don’t believe it’s anything beyond coincidence or skilled trickery, it’s not gonna impact you.

i do believe in ghosts (or djinns, or something else human-like), but in my experience they don’t really do anything except exist in some other realm and occasionally become visible when i’m at my most lucid, at that point between waking and sleeping. most people (myself included) would say it’s just a hallucination. but like…. who’s to say it isn’t real, just in a way we as humans don’t yet understand? y’know?

the most interesting ghost sighting i’ve experienced was when i was fully awake, not hallucinating. i was in a car with my sister, my sister’s friend, and her mother - and we drove over a bridge, and i saw a fritzing semi-translucent black figure walking along the peak. i looked back and it was gone. it wasn’t scary, it was just really cool. i saw that with my own two eyes, i have zero doubt i saw it, and for that moment, it was there.

other times i’ve seen things pass through walls, or felt presences in the room that vanish when i look. i get deja vu maybe once a week. the ability comes and goes in phases, switched on and off whenever i tell someone about it. it’s like that part of my brain gets really shy and goes into hiding when it’s mentioned.

sometimes it can be pretty powerful. there’ve been moments when a deja vu begins, i remember it from a dream, fast-forward through the memory to remember what happens, and i get ahead of present time, so i predict what’s in front of me by about one to three seconds. usually it’s snippets of conversation, or my hands moving to complete an action, or words i’m typing. (let me tell you, it’s so freaking bizarre when you’re consciously typing, thinking about what you’re typing, and simultaneously remembering typing it before, and knowing what you’re about to type despite not yet knowing. and then seeing it happen. i think a lot of people reading this would be like “what?” but i know there’s someone out there who knows exactly what i mean)

for a long time in my teenage years i told people i’d see coloured figures, like auras without physical people, just hanging around out there in the world, but due to health issues a lot of my teenage memories are gone, and the only memory i have of that stuff is the recollection of me telling people about it, and remembering it while telling people. it’s really weird. i sometimes think maybe i made that up?? but i don’t understand why i’d do that when i do actually see other things sometimes.

once, my family visited this old historic building, and i remember seeing a woman in a maid’s outfit duck through a doorway. but she wasn’t actually there. so. idk.

my great-grandmother (or great-great grandmother?) on my mother’s side used to sell love spells to the people in her Indian village. my mother told me about it when i was little. my [great] great grandmother would write a spell on parchment, and the client had to go home and burn it in their fire. and she would curse people, in exchange for payment. that’s all i know about that. but my grandmother (also on my mother’s side) used to have some kind of power, i never got to ask about it while she was still alive. (she was an awesome woman. one of the first women in her country and generation to go to university.)

personally, having been raised as a muslim, i always felt really disconnected from the culture and practices of the religion, even though i believe in the supernatural aspects of it right down to my core. that’s despite my ultimate acknowledgement of facts being deeply rooted in hard science. recently (like, in the past few months) i’ve started to rediscover my faith - directly following on from a quiet interest in the pinterest & instagram aesthetics of paganism and new age magic, which as a concept i was never really sure about. i just really liked how it looked. basically, it clicked in my brain that islamic prayers could, in essence, just be spells. you gotta take everything with a grain of salt. they might not work. but that’s the beauty of it.

a few weeks ago i stumbled across a prayer on tumblr, and read its intended purpose: “Allah will grant whoever recites this seven times in the morning or evening whatever he desires from this world or the next”.

and… i started to think, maybe the purpose is not to actually do that. nothing ought to be a get-out-of-jail-free/do-this-and-your-life-is-made type thing. maybe the purpose is to make you believe nothing can go wrong. and that every bad thing that happens–? it happens so that you can learn from it. and eventually, after many things change, you realise what you desire was not the thing you thought you desired. (idk how to explain that. an example from my life: i really wanted to be a veterinarian growing up. then i got sick, dropped out of school. and now i’m a writer. i want to be a writer more than i ever wanted to be a vet. i had to get sick and my life had to fall apart before i could discover that. writing was never something i’d have considered before.)

my point is, if you believe everything that happens to you will ultimately be a good thing, bad things don’t hurt so much.

and if you take something as a sign, it’s a sign. it’s just your own brain taking hints from the world around you and using them to conjure up a decision. if you wanna believe it’s magic, it is.

personally i like protection prayers/spells and just…generally positive ones. i say prayers for sick friends, people who i see on my tumblr dash who are having a bad time, and if i see or hear about disasters or worldwide events. i’m not expecting it to have a visible impact, but like.. what’s the harm? at the very least it makes me feel like i did something if i don’t have money to give, or i can’t be there with a friend, or the world is falling apart and i’m helpless. praying or saying a spell is just hoping, really, really hard. if some greater being is out there, listening? cool. (but what if god doesn’t wanna do anything? maybe it’s like my cupcake theory. god puts the ingredients in a baking tray, shoves it in the oven, forgets about it. the universe rises as a cupcake. god made it. but the universe is doing its own damn thing.)

regarding tarot cards: again, it’s self-reflection. you can believe answers come from outside influences, but it’s easily just as much about interpreting generic advice and making it mean something to you. but personally i’ve drawn random cards, and known that no other card in the deck would’ve been as relevant at that moment. i’ve used tarot cards to determine the endings for my stories, and coincidentally pulled cards that directly represent my title characters.

one time i was thinking about my fic “The Moonlighter and the Magician” and the card i pulled first was The Magician. and i was like gee thanks tarot cards that’s helpful. (but actually? it meant those cards were on the same wavelength as me. think about it. 78 cards, there’s a one in 78 chance i pull that one on my first try.)

apart from my wonky first-ever tarot readings with the Rider-Waite travel-size tarot deck (which belonged to my mother), i’ve never pulled anything that didn’t eventually make sense. i use The Wild Unknown cards now, i relate to them so much more. plus they’re mine, not borrowed or abandoned for years, which probably helps. (buying those cards was the most money i ever spent on anything. i don’t regret it.)

is any of this like the show ‘supernatural’? not really. the closest i can say my experiences have come to the show would be the episode “faith”. just, the whole episode. it doesn’t matter if it’s the real deal, so long as it works. and boy, does it work for me. and a lot of other people.

like i said, all the spirit-like entities i’ve encountered have been perfectly benign. no monsters, except things i’m pretty sure are nightmares.

but on that note, i take a lot of things to help me sleep. if i didn’t, i’d be waking up screaming night and day (i hit whistle register while screaming, once). i see faces in the dark and creatures in my bedroom, even when my eyes are closed and i’m awake. i sleep with a light on, and i prefer to sleep in the day. i cannot even deal with the presences in my room.

for that matter, my room is definitely the most presence-heavy room in the house. now, although it’s obviously just in a drafty area, i feel the cold spots. all. the. time. i’m feeling one right now as i type this. the door and window are both closed. the heater is always on. the draft comes from the same corner of the ceiling my cat stares at when she’s “staring into space”. there’s definitely something there, but it legit doesn’t bother me. it watches me get dressed sometimes, but it’s not weird about it. like i said, benign.

i feel energy everywhere i go. i can’t stay in my family’s open plan living room comfortably for more than a few minutes, because that room is filled with people and pets coming and going all freaking day, and even when it’s empty, it’s so LOUD. there’s vibrations and voices coming out of the walls, because the house absorbs it all. as a generally tired person, that room exhausts me. i can only stay there if i have social energy. (yes, even an empty room.)

i am so, so sensitive to people’s moods and the energy they let out (to the point where i burst out screaming if i see a negative microexpression during a personal conversation). i find phone calls very difficult, not just because of social anxiety, but because i can’t sense energy as easily as i want to, and is natural for me. skype calls aren’t the same as being there in person. a lot of this could also be autism-related, but nearly everything about me is autism-related, because i’m autistic. go figure.

one time, the day i had my first period, i passed out in a maths exam. all the other times in my life, i’ve seen black or maybe red when i passed out, but this time it was a striking cobalt blue. and i heard SO MANY VOICES, i thought the whole classroom was full of people shouting. my P.E. teacher was observing that exam, she carried me out of the room and lay me on the floor outside. i told her about the voices, she looked at me in confusion and said “there were no voices?? the whole room was silent for the exam.” obviously that was a weird day, but given the amount of times i’ve lost conciousness in my life, before and after that day, i know the warm muggy feeling of slipping away, and i guarantee that one was just a little bit not-normal.

my cat Wilson follows me everywhere. if you’ve ever seen a picture of a witch and her familiar, that’s me and Wilson. she leaves the house if i leave, and she’ll walk down the road beside me to make sure i stay safe. she only lets me leave completely if i go in a car, but even then, she tries to come too. i know what she says when she talks. she speaks in words for me. it translates naturally in my head without a thinking process.

there was this one time when i was about 15 my parents took me to an after-hours medical centre because apparently i was ~speaking in tongues~ or whatever. i don’t remember it, i remember ‘waking up’ with a doctor’s flashlight in my eyes, crying, then holding my sister’s hand as we looked at the fish in the fishtank afterwards. i can’t say how legit that is because i just.. don’t remember it.

one time as a kid, i am absolutely sure i was possessed for about 30 seconds. i was walking down the street on a balmy English afternoon, pine needles scattered underfoot, with my elderly grandmother (paternal), my grandfather, and my sister. i must’ve been 6 or 7? and a streak of evil just bolted through me. and i stuck out my foot and my grandmother fell flat on her face. my grandfather tried to help her up, a car driving by pulled up and asked if they needed help, grandfather said no, and got her back to her feet. i can’t remember if i felt remorse. i think i just knew instinctively that it wasn’t me who did it. but like.. i wasn’t just A Nice Kid, okay, i was The Nicest Kid. i just don’t do things like that. ever. especially not to a kind and generous grandmother who i love so very dearly. i never had before, and i never have since. that’s the single most evil thing i’ve ever done in my life and it came out of nowhere. being more aware now, i think it was a djinn (aka a demon in christian beliefs, i think). they’re known for being mischievous. (my grandmother was fine, by the way. this is the first time i’ve told anyone about this.) now i think about it, i remember cobalt blue behind my eyes then, too.

whoops, this is a really long post now. but uh… basically, i’ve just always been open to feeling these things, and believing in what i sense for myself, without subscribing to whether or not the science has been done yet. in fact, i think i’m open to it because i experienced the same stuff when i was young. the energy i feel is very much real to me, completely tangible. i’ve never been able to see auras, but i feel them on some people. i think just being open to feeling something makes it more likely to come to you. i try not to ignore my instincts (because they’re always right. always.) but i find it’s super hard to distinguish between anxiety (which i feel often) and magical ability (which is far less commonly felt). also sometimes the instinct is so faint it doesn’t even become a passing thought, just a blur of something i half-considered. but in hindsight i realise what it ought to have been, had i paid proper attention.

i can comfortably manage to go outside in bare feet, shut my eyes and let the moonlight do its thing. it has an immensely powerful energy, i always feel cleaner inside when i go back in. (my cat Wilson sometimes asks me to go outside with her when there’s a full moon. almost every night, especially on warm nights, but even freezing ones, we can just stand out there for an hour together. watching the moon set is transcendent. far more so than a sunset.)

right now, due to years of bad health, i have to force some natural abilities away (like the nightmares) because they’re too much for me to handle. i think as i recover, over time it’ll be easier for me to accept that stuff back into my life.

oh, one more thing, regarding my health - i have celiac disease, which has kept me essentially bedridden for the last 7+ years - WHICH BY THE WAY, my family spent literally 9 years trying to diagnose. my doctor kept doing an anaemia test, telling me there was nothing wrong with me and sending me back to school. i saw various specialists, herbalists, a naturopath, physiotherapists, cardiologists, had an MRI scan, saw family counsellors, school counsellors, a hypnotist, etc etc - basically consulted every medical professional under the sun when a simple blood test would’ve done it. stupid misogynistic doctor who thinks all teenage girls fake it to get out of school.

but one thing we did do was visit a psychic, who told me i had something called a candida. my dad, a sceptic and nonbeliever, googled it and said it was “some kind of magical thing in the gut”, and was therefore bullshit, so we continued the search for a diagnosis. years later - years - after a change of doctor (who i chose because i got a good vibe from her picture) we find out it’s celiac disease, a disease of the gut. of the hundreds of people we saw, the only ones to even pinpoint the right body part were the psychics. i googled candida just now and guess what? literally celiac disease. this woman diagnosed me with celiac disease by kneeling at my feet, holding my hand, and shutting her eyes for 30 seconds.

for the record, slightly off topic, i know very few men in real life, and this is what the men in my life have been. my doctor, dismissing me as a liar because i was a teenage girl. and my father, dismissing my declining health as “not trying hard enough”, even now, more than a year after i was diagnosed by a doctor. i think this is why i take refuge with male fictional characters. they’re better. i want them to be soft and understanding like the men i’ve never known.

anyway, this is the part of my life’s story i never really pieced together until right now. it’s a lot, more than i expected. i happily call myself a witch. most of my magic goes into my stories, and i think a lot of people who read them feel it, even if they translate it as passion or love or good vibes or something. the amazing comments i get would speak to that. i love the energy i get from comments, because it does come through in typed words, even if it’s much fainter than seeing people face-to-face. some comments just hit me with waves of goodness, even if the words themselves aren’t so powerful. so i really appreciate that stuff. it’s good stuff.

yep. that’s all. i hope this satisfies your curiosity, anon!!! <3

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind could I ask why you started shipping saiouma 👀

I don’t mind at all! It’s a ship that’s very dear to me, and the funniest thing is that I really didn’t think I’d wind up getting super invested in any particular ndrv3 ships at all when I first started the game.

It all sort of started with coming to like Ouma as a character first, and then gradually noticing the way he interacted with other characters as well. I was very wary of Ouma pre-release. I wanted to reserve judgment on absolutely everyone’s characters until I had experienced things for myself, so I tried to steer clear of any preconceptions. But still, between his promotional art and title, as well as the fact that the fandom was already quickly pegging him for some kind of “evil chaotic sadist” even prior to the game’s release, I can’t deny that I had my guard up with Ouma in particular.

Then of course, while playing the game I became extremely attached to his character. Around Chapter 2 or so, I started noticing the fact that he was quite literally handing out huge hints and keeping the group alive when he had no obligation to do so. Not only that, but almost all his remarks which were meant to seem “threatening” or “mean” on a surface level always clearly served some opposite purpose.

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long personal post sorry lol

Something I think is really interesting is the parallels between cishet inclusionists and religious homophobes. Part of the reason I think I was so much more eager to identify as aroace rather than lesbian (besides the internalized homophobia) was that I was raised in the church. I was a go-to-church-every-Sunday child, I went to religious private school for my entire childhood and part of my adolescence, and I was a Bible Girl.

And deep down I always knew something I felt a little differently than all my straight peers, but I was a Good Christian Girl and Good Christian Girls Aren’t Gay.

And it was right about the time that i started grappling with my faith that I consciously began to question my heterosexuality. Changing your faith is hard, and for me, abandoning my faith meant losing a huge part of my identity. I couldn’t cope with the identity loss, with the fact that I had to re-evaluate everything I had ever believed (because I was the Bible Girl who took my pastor’s word and never questioned anything), and I had an identity crisis.

MOGAI tumblr was so appealing to me because it took so many of the same sentiments the church had instilled in me, gave them Progressive Names, and called them revolutionary. It was an easy way for me to shed my old identity, pretend to be progressive, but not have to actually re-evaluate any of the harmful things I’d been taught and had internalized.

The church taught me a lot of things about sexuality that I’m still unlearning today. 1) having sexual thoughts/feelings about someone else is wrong, that’s reserved for marriage (which is between one man and one woman). 2) Having lots of sexual feelings is wrong and you need to repent. 3) Having feelings for people of the same gender is either a choice you made to get attention or a result of sin. Perhaps being gay isn’t a sin, but doing gay things is and gay people exist because Eve ate the fruit and allowed sin into the world. Homosexuality is a result of sin. 4) Wanting to move fast in a relationship is wrong. Don’t kiss on the first date, don’t let men touch you (even if you want to be touched), any form of sexual expression is inciting assault and is sinful.

And it was easy for me to take MOGAIs principles and just slightly alter things. 1) having sexual thoughts/feelings about someone makes you Allosexual, and they have Privilege over The Aces. 2) There is a normal amount of sexual feelings to have + don’t have sexual feelings (from the church) = being ace is good, being Allo is bad. 3) Being gay isn’t bad, but it’s okay to be grossed out by gay people kissing and holding hands because of romance-repulsion and sex-repulsion. It’s okay if this doesn’t bother you with straight people, but only with gay people. 4) Aces are Pure and Good, and people touching you sexually and wanting to be touched sexually makes you Not Ace which is Not Good

Because so many of MOGAIs principles fit in with what I had been taught in the church. I didn’t need to reevaluate anything, all I had to do was slap a mogai label on myself because I wasn’t “really gay” like the Gay Sinners, and suddenly I wouldnt be going to hell anymore.

I know this post is jumbled and I don’t expect anyone to read this, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my personal issues and how to resolve them and figuring out where they came from is how I’m starting. So, MOGAI tumblr, from the bottom of my heart, thanks for being my knockoff homophobic pastor without the negative correlation and fucking me up even more.

flymetooasis  asked:

Who is complaining about us? Fine, we use to upload and reblog a lot about Henry and Lizzie, that's true :P, but not just about the two of them, we are interested in everyone and everything else as well... But anyhow, let's face it: they are the heart of the story!! :D

that’s why i don’t understand the complains… they sell the show as a ‘love story’ (from Emma Fros), so, what did they expect? of course their relationship is the heart of the show -even if i am not really okay with this relationship (tbh, i ship Henry/Elizabeth in the historical context BUT using Jacob and Jodies’s face :P). but i love haters complaining… they are so petty and so upset Henry is not the BIG VILAIN he is in the book and that people ships him & Lizzie haha

ANYWAY, to be fair, i only care and make edit about Henry & Lizzie & their kids. the rest is irrelevant (AGAIN *historical context*)

ATTENTION KNITTERS (and crochet folks too, if you wish)

Reblog this if your blog features knitting and/or crocheting (doesn’t have to be the main focus of your blog). My yarn obsession needs to be fed so I need some blogs to follow. :)

Also I am on ravelry. Feel free to ask for my username.

___ Edit: okay, so I might have just realized it’s a little overwhelming to follow each and every one of you. I expected maybe 5 people to reblog this but the knitting/crochet/yarnlr community is very enthusiastic apparently and a lot more than 5 volunteered as tribute. But feel free to keep reblogging because a lot of people have mentioned they want to use this to find other knitting blogs, too. And I will still add you on ravelry if you ask. And I’ll still be following a lot of blogs on this post. I just can’t promise I’ll get every single one.
many mothers

I already reblogged a thing about Mad Max: Fury Road and Avengers: Age of Ultron and the contrast between how they deal with motherhood, infertility and what it means to be a woman.

It’s surreal to think that these two movies came out just two weeks apart from one another in the US. In a way I feel a little bit sorry for AoU, because it would have looked like a perfectly okay summer blockbuster if Fury Road hadn’t come barreling down right on its tail and smashed all our pathetic lowball expectations to flaming shards in the sand.

When AoU came out, I had a lot of discussions with people about Natasha’s plotline. Because my gut reaction was certainly a massive eyeroll that the one female Avenger’s deep, dark secret is that she can’t have babies. But also, it’s not like a story about a woman who underwent forced sterilization is something we shouldn’t care about. (And in the US, this is a particular form of restriction of reproductive rights that’s disproportionately affected poor women of color.) And if she internalized the line that was fed to her, that she couldn’t be both a killer and a mother, that certainly doesn’t make it her fault.

But it still frustrated me, and my frustrations were really, really well articulated by this article. You should go and read the whole thing, because it’s excellent. But this is the relevant quote:

There’s nothing wrong with stories about women who are housewives or stories about women who struggle because they were forcibly prevented from having kids as a condition of whatever mission they chose to undertake. The problem is that with so few women in superhero movies, each of these portrayals stands not only for the choices Whedon made, but for all the choices he and many others didn’t and don’t make. The portrayals of Natasha and Laura rankle at some level, for me, not because they are stories about a woman traumatized by not having children and a woman waiting for her husband to come home, but because it’s another story about those two women rather than any of the other bazillion women who could exist in this universe and don’t. If you had five butt-kicking women in this movie, it would seem perfectly logical that one of them might have a story related to getting pregnant or not. Why wouldn’t she?

These, for me, are scarcity problems. They are problems because there are so few opportunities to show women in action blockbusters that I tend to crave something very much capable of moving discussions of what those portrayals can be like forward.

…Scarcity will always drive us back to these same conversations about how every woman carries the obligation to represent What This Director Thinks Women Are For, and absolutely no answer to that question will ever be a good answer.

I think this is an interesting discussion in the context of Fury Road, because, intentionally or not, the movie takes on the scarcity problem in a couple of different ways.

On the most basic level, it gives us lots of women. In a context where studies have found that even background crowds in movies are on average only 17% women, Fury Road is FULL of women. Young women. Old women. Women who are disabled. Women who are physically strong and as skilled with weapons and vehicles as any of the men in their world. Women who are not physically strong but fight anyway. 80-year-old women who ride motorbikes and talk about all the kill shots they’ve made.

Look at the shot at the top of this post. Twelve women on screen at once! That’s more women in a single frame that some movies have speaking parts for.

Max may have his name on the title card, but he spends the movie surrounded by women. Team War Rig starts out as one man and six women; later it’s two men and five women; then it gets supplemented by a bunch more women in the third act. It’s almost an exact flip of the 20% rule of thumb, where one woman for every four men seems normal.

But Fury Road deals with the scarcity problem in another way, too, one that I think is particularly important given the film’s content. It gives us six women all reacting to the same circumstances of slavery and sexual violence, and allows them to have different, individualized, and sometimes contradictory reactions, all of which are presented as valid.

So we have Toast, who counts bullets and loads weapons, who hacks off her hair to spite Joe, who grabs his gun at a key moment and gets pistol-whipped for it, who spits on his corpse when he’s dead. Angharad, who self-injures, who uses her status as Joe’s favorite against him, who can be fearless, or reckless, with her own body, but also clings to nonviolence even when that tactic has limitations in a violent world, who stops Furiosa from killing Nux, but then pushes him out of a moving vehicle seconds later. Capable, who holds onto kindness, understanding and compassion, despite all the violence around her, who trusts Nux when Furiosa is pointing a gun at him and growling, “Get out,” and proves to be correct in her instincts. Dag, who retreats into her own head, but is often the first to sense danger, who hurls insults at her abuser, and also at Max while he’s pointing a gun at them. Cheedo, who gets scared and tries to run back to the person who hurt her, but then later uses her perceived fragility as a weapon. And Furiosa, who holds on to her rage even as she fights her way up the ranks to become Joe’s trusted lieutenant, and finally uses it to end him.

And none of these reactions are treated as better or worse or right or wrong or the correct way to be a survivor of violence. It’s okay to be angry; it’s okay to be kind; it’s okay to be scared. Because there are so many women in the movie, each one of them gets to be a unique character instead of an avatar of What This Director Thinks Women Are For.

Extend that to all of filmmaking, and to all the many kinds of identities that are underrepresented on screen today. That’s how you deal with the scarcity problem.

Okay first of all, thANK YO U SO MuCH
I never even expected to get past two followers but holy hell. This may not seem like a lot to some of you guys but to me its the equivalent of living to be 100 because I have no life most of the time. For everyone who likes and reblogs my shit, you’re fucking gr8, to everyone who admires my shit without liking it you’re also fucking gr8, and to the porn bots who follow me and try to reblog my art with shitty links
Uh, yeah, like I said I have no idea what to do so if anyone has any ideas, maybe like a Q&A on my YouTube or an art giveaway then let me know :’^) and thanks again, I really appreciate it!

blazesinthenorthernsky  asked:

⭐ lies about what you said abt no mutuals liking/knowing you bc i like you. but anyways i follow you and you're one of my fav mutuals because you reblog the best things with wonderful things in the tags usually? and you're so nice and you let me ramble to you about random shit. plus you make a++ gifs my friend!

W O A H  I wasn’t expecting someone to do this. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating about all my mutuals, but  I feel like I’m not involved in stuff anymore like my blog is just here but no one likes it. BUT O M F G thank you for even taking time to write that you like my blog at all. That means a lot getting validation from you because it makes me not think i’m annoying you. 

…With a lot of new followers, I want to remind people that this is my extra account for “fandom” stuff (specifically old titles like Go/L/ion, Dev/i/lm/an, and a few modern ones)

If you haven’t read my about page, I also want to remind people that I’m very anti-oriented and might reblog posts relating to that from time to time (under “#anti post”). I do not recommend following me if you are not okay with that, but it’s up to you about how you feel.

If you ever catch me posting/reblogging anything that is anti-any-pairing-or-character, please feel free to slap me. Or send me something in my inbox like “uhm bruh stop, that ain’t cool”

Being pro one pairing / character of course is not automatically being anti another.

I keep coming across stuff that’s like, “fans who like this are delusional” “there’s a lot of assholes who like this” “you’re a child if you like this pairing”

I mean. Just fucking. Why?

Let people like what they want to like.

I may answer stuff about why I personally don’t like something, but I will never expect people to like what I like nor will I make a post or reblog a post that insults someone just because of the character or pairing they happen to like.

Get. Real. Okay.

It’s a fictional world. Different things are going to appeal to different people.

Actually. I don’t care what you do on your blog.

But at least know that I will continue to work hard and make this blog as positive a space as possible.

Okay you lot, here’s the dealio;

After today’s finale, probably don’t expect to see me post here anymore. 

(you might see me on here depending on how 701 shapes up, because I imagine the stupidity will be thick and I might need to say something about it)

My one, big reason for beginning this blog was to have a purely negativity-based space to, at least largely, vent my feelings about people attacking my favorite characters and my OTP, without bogging my main blog down with crap. Throw in an occasional non-OUAT based reblog here, a handful of instances of telling our own fandom to stfu and stop being so embarrassing, stupid, or rude there, yeah. But mostly, it was for my own sanity in the face of all of the vitriol us shippers, our pairing, the characters it’s comprised of, and the actors faced from the atrociously hateful, bitter, jealous people in this fandom.

With JMo/Emma gone, the show is pretty much over for me. I doubt I’ll be watching s7, if there is one. 

And I’ve been pretty unaffected by fandom wank for awhile now. I stopped truly being hurt or angry about it awhile ago. Even the onslaught of post-5a horribleness just made me pity the ACS, more than any of their noxious caterwauling actually upset me. 

So with my favorite gone and the show (likely) done for me, I won’t need this place anymore. I’m not someone who stews in fandom wank of something I no longer watch (I’m not the small, notorious band of SFers, ahem), so my reasons for having this place won’t exist anymore.

I’ll still be on my main blog (link is in my sidebar), of course - I plan on staying on Tumblr, and living in the CS/OUAT fandom, for a very long time to come. But I won’t be here. I’ll be leaving this nasty facet of an otherwise wonderful fandom well behind me. Thank the stars. Ugh. 

I’m not sure if I’ll delete this page. I mean, you’re look at someone who keeps her old Livejournal for nostalgic kicks. I might one day want to look back on all the pointless idiocy this fandom produced, and any resulting snark or wit from myself and my shipmates. 

I dunno. But yeah, this blog will go inactive soon, and honestly, I’m glad for it. Good riddance. I’m going to miss so, so many things about Once Upon a Time, but what caused me to need this space? So obviously not one of them. 

It’s been real (real STUPID, given this blogs focus 😘)! Thanks for venting and laughing with me here, lovelies.


Things to expect now I’m back:

More Fallout
Less Mass Effect… seriously I’m just tired of the fandom in general, game is okay but won’t reblog much
Lots of slash both male and female
Lots of gay… So much gay
Lots of trans related things, mostly for trans guys but occasionally mtf as well
Almost no Dragon Age (see ME above)
Lots of Assassin’s Creed and new games I’m playing

Some other stuff but I’ll let you be your own judge whether you continue to follow or not. I unfollowed like near 30 blogs I had no interest in anymore (sorry?)

I’m just so tired of seeing the same damn things and being afraid to keep people around so… yeah.

Hey, there, everyone! We are so excited to kick off this event on Wednesday, but first: a huge thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, as well as @shiroallura​, who gave us a bunch of prompts she had received. We had a lot of fun going through and picking which ones we wanted to tackle, but please know that we will get to the others in time outside of this event! :D

The twelve selected prompts are scheduled as follows:

December 21 — Cold/Warmth
December 22 — Frostbite
December 23 — Heartbeat
December 24 — Lights
December 25 — Exchanging Gifts
December 26 — Stories
December 27 — Family
December 28 — Bed Sharing
December 29 — Possibility
December 30 — Wishes/Dreams
December 31 — Lighthouse
January 1 — Dawn

Before we go over the general guidelines, we want to make it clear that anyone can participate in this event, be it writers, artists, graphic makers, etc. There is no better way to spread our love for this pairing than to share it with all of you, and we hope to see lots and lots of content in the #shallura tag in the days to come!

As for guidelines, please be sure to include #12daysofshallura in your first five tags so that we can reblog your piece, and don’t forget to tag with #nsfw if it applies. There’s no strict timeline for the event, so it’s completely okay if you post for a prompt after its day has passed. We will be regularly filtering through the event, ship, and character tags to make sure we catch every last piece. :)

And of course — be ready to expect some spectacular fic from those of us @shallurafanfiction​! Our primary purpose for this event was to bring you fic in the form of prompts you sent in, and we totally intend to deliver! If you have any questions, please direct them to our askbox. Until then, happy holidays!

“Aros/aces don’t go through the same things gays/lesbians/bi’s/etc. go through!!!1!!1!” wow…it’s like there are different things each orientation goes through…who knew…

Okay, so for the very first #BlackOutDay, I posted this photo. It got 1,500+ notes (and was reblogged by jessehimself) which made me very very very happy, lol.

Since then, I’ve gotten a gang of nice messages and well wishes. People I don’t even know were asking how I was doing.

When my last flare up got really bad, I was bed ridden. I couldn’t get up and, tbh, it freaking sucked. Dancing is one of the most important things in my life, and I wasn’t even able to do that.

Crohn’s is incurable, but its not the end of the world. It took me four years to realize this.

So I put together this little dance today. It’s only a day old, so it’s not my best, but it means a lot to me. A year ago, I was barely able to sit up. Looking at this reminds me of how far I’ve come.

I rarely see other black people with Crohn’s Disease, but I know you’re out there. And everything is gonna be okay. Like I said in that last post,  I just want to reach out to my Crohn’s fam, and let y'all know that you’re beautiful and you can beat this. Don’t let it take over your life. If you ever need to talk, I’m always here.

Happy #BlackOutDay! Please reblog (:

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Okay maybe I’m just being salty here but lately I have had some tags and comments on my art pointing out mistakes in a not so nice manner. Sometimes even going so far as to just outright laugh about it. Partly this is due to my older art getting reblogged a lot lately so it reaches audiences that might have started to expect a different quality from me. But it also happens on newer pieces and that just makes me feel down, even if they are just doodles and not supposed to be perfect.

There seems to be this notion on tumblr that an artist has to be at a certain level and stay consistent and I can tell you that is not the case. Artist grow and they fluctuate. Sometimes I have days where I can almost draw anything that comes to mind and sometimes I have days where even a simple left facing character just won’t look right. And I’m still growing as an artist. So things that I made a few months ago might look weird now, but was at the best of my abilities then. And that okay, because that is what artists do, they grow. And they fluctuate. And they most likely know that they still have to learn a lot.

And I’m not saying that giving critique is bad, because it isn’t it’s even highly appreciated. But laughing at something in the tags and saying it looks horrendous is not critique. It’s just being mean.

Please remember that artists here on tumblr mostly make art that you can enjoy for free and that most of them aren’t professionals most of the time and even if they are that they can still feel really insecure about their art. If you see something about someone’s art that could use improving then just shoot them
a message and be nice about it!

And this doesn’t just go for visual art but other artforms like writing as well. Because a mean comment on something that you have created can really discourage young artists and make them afraid to post things here. And frankly even artists like me that have been on this site a bit longer also feel it whenever someone is being mean about what they created.

Just remember that there are actual people taking their time to create content that you can enjoy and that they do this for free and most likely do it for fun next time you want to make a comment in the tags.


OKAY I DID IT. *throws self out the window*

Now that my game is halfway finished, I went ahead and launched a Kickstarter.

My forever undying gratitude to anyone that helps back it or even spreads word of it.


You can see the kickstarter here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/2803995/the-godseeker

Thank you~!!