feel like a real woman

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.

Why?

I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

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Trying to be the playboy isn’t me.
I want to be the most beautiful woman in town, who seduces the playboy!
I won’t drastically change any moves, but I think this is a lot closer to how I feel.

"You're lucky you can't have a period"

no no no NO NO!

I am not “lucky” for not having to deal with periods. 

I have heard it from mothers, sisters, friends and even some boys, and let me tell you one thing. I HATE that I cannot, and everytime I hear someone say that, it hurts. why?

1. Having a period means you can one day possibly conceive a child of your own, if you wanted to. I had both choices of reproduction ripped away from me.

2. Telling me I am “lucky” for not having to deal with the cramps, blood, mood swings is an extremely invalidating experience making me feel like I’m not a real woman for that one simply biological mistake.

3. I already stress out over how much I pass as feminine, I don’t need to hear that and worry about things I cannot control.

4. When I tell you to not call me “lucky”, dont get pissy at me for complaining about “not having a problem” that you deal with once a week every month. I’m trans. Thats a 24/7 regimen of all the problems cis people face plus the ones society makes up simply for who I am.

5. Do not question me when I say “I wish I had a period”.

6. Do not question me when “I say I wish I had a period”.

7. Also, stop trying to convince me they are terrible. I know they are. I still want one. 

8. It’s ok to talk to me about how bad this months period is going. Just don’t tell me how “lucky” i have it, is that so hard to do?

9. Don’t out me if someone asks “are you on your period?” by saying I cannot get one. why are you even answering this question for me?

10. And finally, if you jokingly ask me if I want yours, I will laugh, and jokingly accept, because if you’re telling me about your period, we must be close and I do sympathize with what you go through on a monthly basis, but I will leave or ask you to stop if I start getting dysphoric or depressed about it, and would appreciate if you could respect my decision to keep myself from getting hurt and not call me a “wuss” for not being able to deal with it all the time.

Headcanon that I can’t get out of my head – Yondu actually being somewhat protective of Peter’s Walkman, once it dawns on him how much the thing means to Peter.

Like – he already made backup-copies of Peter’s music and downloaded them onto the ship’s system, I can’t help but think that if Yondu was also the one to help figure out how to obtain batteries for the Walkman out there in space or something that serves as a longer lasting substitute for that, or that he would be the one to hunt down whoever was dumb enough to steal the Walkman from Peter or even damage it, be it crew or enemy.

I just like the picture of grumpy “I ain’t carin’ at all what the fuck do ya mean I care I ain’t” Yondu leaving the recovered / repaired Walkman in Peter’s bunk without comment, lingering somewhere close to see Peter’s overjoyed reaction upon finding it before slinking away and leaving the kid to his music again.

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Supergirl Season 1 Appreciation Week - Day 2/7 : the moment you fell in love with Kara

That relatability. I mean, here you have Supergirl. She saved a plane full of people, including her sister and it was awesome. It was heroic. She pushed herself to her limits and succeeded. 

And then you have the Kara of it all. Who had a rough day at work, a crappy date, and is wet and tired cause she just saved a freaking plane when she thought her sister was gonna die. So of course, she puts on comfy clothes (including the comfy sweater she really doesn’t need cause she shouldn’t get cold) and eats pizza and turns on the TV. And there she is getting acknowledged for her awesomeness for the first time and it’s exciting! And then she yells at the TV because they criticized her workShe feels very much like a real woman in her twenties, who doesn’t have it all together, but she’s good and she’s trying.  

ok seriously though idc what immature anons say but i do find it a little sad that a very realistic woman like chloe decker, who is a single working mother is considered “boring.”

i love chloe so much bc i feel like she is a REAL woman. she gets fed up, her hair is messed up sometimes, she looks tired sometimes, her wardrobe is nice but realistic. i love her sm.

i love how she sees through lucifer’s facade, how blunt but caring she is, how she tries to make everyone happy but does not take any shit, how embarrassing she is when drunk. she is R E A L. i love her. bye.

Oh, and I’m in love with Steve.

It’s refreshing to see a “nice guy” character who is actually a nice, awesome guy. Because guess what? Nice guys aren’t myths! They are real! Problem is, I see more “Nice Guys” (aka "dickheads”) portrayed on the big screen than I see real, legitimate nice guys who AREN’T dickheads!

Steve was amazing! He was funny, snarky but his snarkiness wasn’t in a “pfft, i’m better than you” way. He was passionate, I believed that he truly did care for and love Diana, and cared about winning the war for the good side. He reminded me of the guys I’m very good friends with. They’re fun, they’re witty and I can talk to them about serious things, silly things, i say things that sound ridiculous (because i’m me and i make no sense half the time) but they don’t laugh at me. They make me laugh, they make me feel comfortable. They’re good, decent guys. 

As much as Diana felt like a real woman, to me, Steve felt like a real man. I was really invested in his story from start to finish. Also, Chris Pine was fantastic.

I want to see more characters like Steve! Please! 

You're Beautiful (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) - One Shot Smut Fluff

Originally posted by crowned-in-october

Summary: You don`t feel like a real woman because of your small breasts. Your ex-boyfriend never gave you the feeling of being beautiful. Oswald shows you exactly how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

Warnings: Smut, A little Angst, Fluff, Dom/Sub Undertones, First Love Confession.




Nervously you stood in front of the mirror examining your appearance. You smoothed down your dress and pulled on it, tried to push your breasts up in an effort to show more cleavage than you actually had. Tonight would be the night, you couldn’t let Oswald wait anymore. You knew it was about time you gave yourself to him, after all Oswald and you had been dating for four month now. And he had tried a couple of times but you always found an excuse to interrupt your intimate moments.

You couldn’t hide the fact that you were nervous. Would he like the way you looked? Your ex-boyfriend sure hadn’t. Once again you studied your body and frowned. Why would he want your body? There wasn’t much of womanly curves as your breasts were small and humble. The only thing you were slightly proud of was the curves on your hips.

Your ex had always mocked you and said it felt like he touched a man whenever you had been intimate. Remembering it made you tear up and feel insecure again, No, why would Oswald ever wanna be with you?

Oswald stood outside your front door and nervously stroked his hand down his blazer. Would you let him touch your sweet, beautiful body tonight? Would he finally be able to feel your warm nakedness against his? All he wanted was to leave traces of soft kisses over your body and bury his length deep inside your welcoming heat. So many times he had tried, so many times you had stopped him with some excuse. It started to become unbearable for him to be so close to you without touching you.

Oswald was determined. He would make you want him, one way or the other.

The doorbell rang and you woke up from your thoughts. After one last look in the mirror you went to open the door. You were greeted with Oswald’s shy, beautiful smile and you smiled back while tucking your hair behind your ear. Oswald shuffled inside, looking flawless as always in his black suit. In his hands he had a bucket of roses that he held out towards you.

“For you my love.”

You smiled anew, he always brought you flowers. He was always sweet, loving and caring and always treated you like a queen. Oswald leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, and you shuddered from the gentleness of his touch.




After dinner you ended up on the couch watching TV. Oswald had his arm around your shoulders and you leaned against his slim frame. Slowly Oswald caressed your upper arm, lightly stroking his fingers up and down your smooth skin and you closed your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

“How about some tea?“ you said casually and rose from the couch. Instantly you felt Oswald’s hand around your wrist.

“That’s enough!” Oswald’s voice was firm and with an underlying anger. You looked surprised at him as he pulled you back down.

“W…what do you mean?” You avoided his gaze.

“Every time I try to be intimate with you, you always find some excuse to get away.“ Oswald fluttered his eyes, suddenly an insecurity invaded his mind. “Don’t you want to be touch by me? Do my touches repulse you?”

Shocked you looked at him, how could he ever think that?

”Of course not, I love your touch!“

“Then why do you pull away every time?”

Looking down, you didn’t know how to tell the truth, but you knew you had to.

“I…I just don’t think you’ll like what you see.”

“What do you mean?” Oswald frowned as he examined your saddened face.

”I’m not much to look at. I’m not like those girls dancing at the club. I don’t have their…womanly curves.” Your voice was only a whisper and you blushed, didn’t dare to look straight into his piercing gaze.

Oswald stared at you, then took your hand into his warm palm.

“Look at me.”

You did, you looked straight into his emerald orbs.

“Don’t you see how beautiful you are? I don’t want any of those girls, I don’t care about them, they mean nothing to me. Haven’t you noticed how much I want you? To touch you? How much I long to feel your skin against mine? To feel you tremble underneath me?”

Tears filled your eyes from his beautiful words.

“To me you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

A shy smile formed on your lip. That was all that mattered to you, to have him, your beautiful Cobblepot, wanting you.

“Oh, Oswald. I…”

A soft kiss from Oswald stopped your words, it was merely a peck on your lips.

“Please my dear, let me show you how beautiful you are”

You bit your lips and nodded, not able to form another word. Oswald leaned in with a growl and cupped your face as his lips finally met yours once again. This time his mouth was forceful, demanding entrance as his tongue licked your lower lip. You opened for him, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Oswald was the first to pull away and you looked at him with flushed cheeks. His usually bright eyes were filled with a dark desire.

“Stand up.”

It was only two simple words but the demanding tone to his voice made you react instantly.

“Come here.”

He pointed between his legs. With a blush you stood before him and yet again the insecurity reformed in your mind. Oswald leaned back against the couch with a smirk and rested his arm on the backrest.

“Undress.”

His simple words turned you on more than you wanted to admit. Every time he gave a command, another wave of heat rushed through your body and down between your legs. Despite of your insecurity you found yourself obeying his orders. Slowly you pulled the straps down and the dress fell to the floor, leaving you only in your black, lace panties. Oswald gawked at the small, round mounds of your pretty breasts. They were firm and tight, he just wanted to reach out and touch them. A smug smile spread across his face.

“My, my. Such a naughty little dove you are. You planned this didn’t you? You wanted this all along, didn’t you? So eager for me that you didn`t even bothered to put on a bra.”

You gulped hard and closed your eyes.

“Ah-ah-ah, you will look at me!”

With heavy breaths you opened your eyes and looked directly into his fiery ones.

“Now, you will answer me. You planned this, right?”

You shook your head. Oswald looked firmly into your eyes.

“Don’t you lie to me, I can tell that you are. Now tell me.”

Your body quivered as you whispered, “Yes.”

“What?!”

“Yes!” I want you…so badly.”

Oswald smirked. “Good, my dove, now panties off. Slowly.”

With trembling hands you pulled them down and now you stood there, completely exposed to him, with your body and your soul.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he husked, “Come here.” He patted his lap and you bit your lip as you straddled him. Oswald growled as he reached out and palmed your breasts, held his hands there until he felt your nipples harden under his touch. Oswald started massaging your breasts, he loved how the fitted his hands perfectly, how he was able to cover them completely with his palms. You moaned as his touch send warm shivers down your waist, pooling between your legs and your insecurity was gone. Oswald`s words and touch made you feel that the only one he wanted was you.

“Oswald,” you panted.

“Yes my dove?”

“Please take off your clothes. I want to feel your naked skin against mine.”

Oswald moved faster than you ever seen him move, grabbing your waist and laying you down on the couch before he started to undress. Soon he stood naked before you and you licked your lips as you saw his swollen cock twitch.

“Come here,” you whispered and took his hand. Oswald placed himself between your parted legs and pressed his cock against your wetness.

“Are you ready?”

You only nodded and Oswald grabbed his dick, guiding it in between you folds. With a groan he felt you open up to him, inviting him into your lovely warmth. You locked your legs around his waist and he started thrusting. First gentle and slow, then hard and fast. Oswald loved hearing the sweet tunes eliciting from your parted lips as he moved inside your soaked pussy. He bent down and sucked on one of your nipples. You squirmed and felt your orgasm approach, never before had you cum this fast, never had you felt so loved.

“Please Oswald, I’m so close.”

Oswald obliged to your begging and pushed your thighs up higher, giving him a deeper angle to hit that right spot. And he did, with every thrust he hit that sweet spot. You moaned into his ear as he lifted your butt with his hands and pushed his body down on top of yours. He quickened his pace, went faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

You screamed as Oswald`s cock made one last plunge into your slick sex before he came inside of you. Your eyes rolled, your back arched, and your inner walls clenched around his cock. Rolling waves of heat coated your pussy and as his white, hot seed flowed thick from your sex, you knew you were his. You belonged to him and with every crashing wave that followed you continued to ride the tide that spontaneously forced his cum to shoot out of him.

A second wave of your climax brought another wave of heat and you bit your lower lip, bruised the tender flesh.

“Oh my God,” you cried out in pleasure, your fingers curling into the sofa and your body convulsed as you came, until finally your breathing held and your body stiffened. Oswald collapsed on top of you and you panted together.

“That was incredible, you are incredible!” Oswald breathed into your ear.

You smiled and nuzzled his neck. “I love you,” the words escaped your lips before you had time to think, but you meant every single word.

Oswald raised his head and looked into your eyes as he brushed a strand of hair of your face, his green eyes showing nothing but love and warmth. “I love you too.”

And he meant every word of it.

anonymous asked:

Sorry a lot of questions that I can't ask others since they're not Austen obsessed like me. Have u seen the becoming Jane movie? If so what did u think of it? It does assume a lot about Jane and Tom, and I've heard some ppl say that it's not accurate in depicting Jane and mostly based her personality off of Elizabeth Bennett. Do u think this is true? What do u think Jane was like in terms of personality, or I guess which of her characters do u think resembled her most?

It’s a great cast trapped in hell together, basically. And it’s like my least favourite thing in the world where it’s implied that Jane had to have had a secret banger of a love-affair, or else how did she write such Great Romances?

Firstly, Austen didn’t–in her own words–write romances; and the love-stories in her narratives are subtle and human and flawed and honestly just the kinds of love stories you can find when you look at your friends, your family, your neighbours…these sorts of stories can be observed anywhere. They’re not extraordinary epics–they’re delicate and beautifully-done portraits of familiar humanity–the small-scale, finely-wrought hopes and agonies of the lives most of us live.

Secondly, if Austen ever did have a major love affair, it was not Tom Lefroy. Biographers agree. But Tom turned up in her life right at the time she was at her youngest and hottest and most-eligible-for-marriage, so that’s the one guy that Great Secret Romance proponents are drawn to.

Thirdly, as to Austen’s personality…well, geez, it’s hardly for me to say what they got wrong or right. We know Austen was witty as heck–so is Elizabeth Bennet. And the structure of Becoming Jane does have some clear shout-outs to character and plot-points which are hinted to be formative in Austen’s writing of the earliest drafts of First Impressions (later to become Pride and Prejudice,) so it’s very easy to slot Lefroy into the Dude-is-a-Dick-to-Begin-With role while our heroine takes on the Sassy-Woman-Wins-His-Heart position.

That Austen herself admitted to liking her heroines and stories which are ultimately less-popular with most modern readers (Emma Woodhouse, Mansfield Park,) seems to imply to me that as a person, were she to pop up today, she’d be rather more inclined to laugh a little cynically at anyone who might compare her to Elizabeth Bennet. Jane Austen would probably fancy herself a little more aware and self-effacing than Elizabeth, though they probably share a similar sense of humour.

Writers put elements of themselves and their experiences into their stories and characters, I have no doubt, but that doesn’t mean their works are copied from their own lives in every respect. (Otherwise we’d all avoid crime and murder-mystery writers for our own safety. Well, maybe avoid Anne Perry, anyhow, as she actually did fucking murder someone.)

Anyway, as a writer and a feminist Becoming Jane pisses me off because it reduces Jane Austen to something more like one of her own created heroines (or what someone imagines her heroines are, ignoring the delicacy and depth of her stories in favour of melodrama,) rather than anything that feels like a real woman–and a woman who must have been fascinating and intelligent in her own right–and because it gives undue credit to a DUDE who was a BLIP in her life.

Just watch Miss Austen Regrets instead and consider that the loves of Jane Austen’s life were her family and her writing.

Masterlist: Based On - Songs

This masterlist features fics based on or inspired by songs. Some fics have been named after songs. To simplify the masterlist, we listed the performers who sang the songs. We realize that some of the songs may be written by songwriters, and not the performers. All rights are reserved to the songwriters/performers who wrote the songs that inspired these fics.

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Fics Inspired by Songs

Complete

Fishing in the Dark: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - pookieh (“Fishing in the Dark” by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)

Hello - peetabreadgirl (“Hello” by Adele)

In the Wee Small Hours - titania522 (“In the Wee, Small Hours” by Frank Sinatra)

Light A Fire - titania522 (“Light a Fire” by Rachel Taylor)

My Head is an Animal - LittleEvilIsa (“My Head is an Animal” by Of Monsters and Men)

Touch My Body - lupita86 (“Touch My Body” by Mariah Carey)

Miner’s Daughter - PrincessGriffey (“Farmer’s Daughter" by Rodney Atkins)

Once Upon a Pop Song - oywiththepeetaalready (Based on Taylor Swift’s album “1989”)

Whiskey lullaby - AngelsandTributes123 (“Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley)


Incomplete

Abeyant - ETNRL4L (“Something New - Axwell/\Ingrosso)

Fastest Girl in Town - SassyEverlarking (“Fastest Girl in Town” by Miranda Lambert)

Walks In the Meadow - mastersilurian (“Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane, and “Sweet Disposition” by The Temper Trap)

Arms - The-Girl-with-the-Books-323 (“Arms” by Christina Perri)

Empty Gold - Pearl46Fever (“Empty Gold” by Halsey)

I’ll look after you - beholdthestars (“Look After You” by The Fray)

Just a Kiss - Go Zips 28 (“Just a Kiss” by Lady Antebellum)

Seize Me - simplyabbey (“Famous” by Puddle of Mudd and “Shackled” by Vertical Horzion)

Slow Dancing - monpretenduevie (“Slow Dancing” by Lucero)

Speak Now - DistrictMockingjay (“Speak Now” by Taylor Swift)

Stay - Pearl46Fever (“Stay Stay Stay” by Taylor Swift)

Tangled Up In Blue - sunfishdunes (“Tangled Up in Blue” by Bob Dylan)

The Call - PM Addict (“The Call” by The Backstreet Boys)

You Found Me - Mrs. Peeta Mellark 74 (“You Found Me” by The Fray)

21 - BloodRedJam (Based off Adele’s album “21”)


One-Shots

A Drop In the Ocean - StarsCloudsHawkeye (“Drop in the Ocean” by Ron Pope)

Adventure of a Lifetime - lupita86 (“Adventure of a Lifetime” by Coldplay)

All American Girl - just-kiss-her-peeta (“All American Girl” by Carrie Underwood)

All I Ask - HPfanonezillion (“All I Ask” by Adele)

All I want for Christmas - crazydreamerforever (“All I Want for Christmas is You” sung by Mariah Carey)

All Over the Road - court81981 (“All Over the Road” by Easton Corbin)

Alone Again - Totally-Not-Addicted (“Alone Again” by Alyssa Reid)

Angels Fly - animallover0109 (“The A Team” by Ed Sheeran)

Answering Machine - domUNIQUE (“Austin” by Blake Shelton)

Because of You…I Am Afraid - ETNRL4L (“Because of You” by Kelly Clarkson)

Begin Again - sparksofarevolution (“Begin Again” by Taylor Swift)

Best I Ever Had - paradise_joshutch (“Best I Ever Had” by Gavin DeGraw)

Be Still - Lawi01 (“Be Still” and “Look After You” by The Fray)

Between Us (formerly The Cloth That Feels Like Love Itself) - titania522 (“She” by Charles Aznavour)

Both of Us - WritingForHugs (“Both of Us” by B.O.B. and Taylor Swift)

Bring Him Home - sparklydandelion (“Bring Me Home” from Les Miserables)

Cheers Darlin’ - mirzimonstein (“Cheers Darlin’” by Damien Rice)

Dark Blue - optimus-pam (“Dark Blue” by Jack’s Mannequin)

Dark Side - Jamie Sommers (“Dark Side” by Kelly Clarkson)

Daylight - PM Addict (“Daylight” by Maroon 5)

Drunken Confessions - gobletgirl (“I Think I Want to Marry You” by Bruno Mars)

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anonymous asked:

I have this terrifying fear that Whedon is going to make Babs infertile. No idea where it came from, but it feels like something Whedon would do. It legit kept me up last night.

you aren’t alone, anon. I’ve also worried about this, especially bc joss whedon has used infertility as a source of pointless angst for his female characters multiple times in his previous work. age of ultron was shit for a lot of reasons (like… it wasn’t even objectively good. it was just a Bad Movie), but the way he treated black widow in it was atrocious – taking a character who, in the comics, is fertile (as far as we know) but has never had kids because she doesn’t want them, and giving her a pointless character arc about how she feels like she’s “a monster” and “not a real woman” because she’s infertile. (this woman has killed dozens of people, including children, in her lifetime, but it’s her infertility that bothers her and makes her feel inhuman, because that’s realistic.) AND he only did it so there would be “justification” for him putting her in a very awkward, chemistry-less, out-of-character romance with self-insert bruce banner. and it’s been a while since I watched buffy the vampire slayer, but I’m pretty sure I remember him pulling something similar with a female character on that show, too. 

my biggest fear is probably that the whole killing joke thing will happen and be addressed in the movie, but SURPRISE TWIST, the bullet missed babs’s spine (because we all know there’s no way whedon will let her be paralyzed) and hit her uterus, so now she can never have kids!! oh no!!! how can she possibly carry on now that she’s no longer a ~real woman~?!! and obviously it only gets talked about in the context of her relationship with dick (or, even worse, bruce) because she no longer feels worthy of his love now that she can’t give him babies. :/

but yeah I hate whedon a lot lmao 

all right

scheduled a hair appointment

went to the chiropractor 

and applied for a seasonal job at the mall 

today feels successful

MANHOOD IN ISLAM

If you do not behave in accordance to the prerequisites and requirements of a real man, you are a male and not a man.

FIVE WAYS ALLAH HAS HONOURED MEN:

1) He has created man with His own two hands. 
Allah has created three things with his hands - The kalam, ‘Arsh and man.

Allah said: “O Iblees, what prevented you from prostrating to that which i created with my hands?” (38:75)

2) Allah blew in him of His soul.

3. He had taught man the names of everything on or under the heavens. 

4) He put man in heaven to live.

5) He commanded angels to bow down to man.

Also He has put man on earth to be his vicegerent. Vicegerent means “A person regarded as an earthly representative of God.”

To be a real man is to have wisdom. Wisdom is to do the right things at the right time at the right place and in the right manner.

A real man doesn’t think with his private parts and catch diseases and die, like what is happening all over the world. Think with ‘Aql not with private parts.

A real man is not trivial and he is not emotional rather he is rational. Did Allah call those who don’t use their ‘Aql as men? NO! People who dont use their ‘Aql, who don’t think for themselves, they have others thinking for themselves and telling them what to do. Did Allah call them men? NO! What did Allah call them in the Quran? He called them creatures. It’s like the monkey who copies others. If you cannot think for yourself then you are not fit to be a husband nor a father.

A real man does not let people with no Taqwa dictate to him.

A real man does not let people with no ‘ilm dictate to him.

A real man does not let people with no guidance dictate to him.

A real man doesn’t take his disputes to people who are Jahil.

A real man takes his disputes to people who are firmly grounded in knowledge.

A real man is not trivial neither is he an ignoramus.

A real man is not argumentative.

A real man is not diverted with Tijaraah. 

A real man is able to pay for bills.

A real man speaks the truth.

A real man looks after the servants of Allah.

A real man looks after the righteous people and defends them.

A real man stands up for the Haqq.

A real man runs the house and the fake man runs around the house.

For you t have your masculinity, you need to have a job. Only then you will be respected by your wife.

Allah loves men who keep themselves pure (spiritually and physically).

NINETEEN DISEASES OF THE HEART:

1) Kufr.
2) Shirk.
3) Envy.
4) Jealousy.
5) Selfishness.
6) Laziness.
7) Lust.
8) Greed.
9) Tribalism.
10) Racism.
11) Nationalism.
12) Hatred.
13) Doubts.
14) Hypocrisy
15) Heresy.
16) Impatience.
17) Wahn (love for dunya and fear for death).
18) Conceitedness.
19) Pride.

PHYSICAL PURITY: 

1) Circumcision.
Men who are not circumcised give women cervical cancer.

2) Istinja.
To wash your private parts with water after urination or defecation.

3) Wudu.

4) GHUSL.
It;s better to make ghusl for every Jumuah. The scholars said if you pray Jumuah without ghusl, your Jumuah is accepted.

FIVE THINGS THAT ARE FITRAH:

1) Circumcision.
2) To shave the pubic region.
3) To pluck arm pit hair.
4) Cutting the nails.
5) Clipping the mustache.

The Prophet (sallalahu alayhi wa salam) said: “If a man calls his wife to his bed and she refuses, and he spends the night angry with her, the angels will curse her until morning.” (Bukhari)

FOUR LESSONS REGARDING THIS HADITH:

1) A real man rules his wife so he calls her to bed whenever he feels like.

2) A real man calls a woman to bed, not a man because the rasool (sallalahu alayhi wa salam) said: “I marry women and you do not follow my example and marry women, you are not of me.”

3) A real man is not impotent because if you are impotent, how can you call a woman to bed? It is the right of your wife to divorce you if you are impotent because women sought divorce in the time of the prophet for this reason.

4) A man marries a woman who he is attracted to. You are not allowed to marry someone you are not attracted to because Allah said: “Marry women who are pleasing to you. Two, three or four and if you can’t do justice then stick to one.” (Surah Nisa verse 3)

SEVEN TYPES OF LUST:

1) Fornication.
2) Adultery.
3) Homosexuality.
4) Lesbianism.
5) Incest.
6) Rape.
7) Bestiality. 

MEN WITH NO GHEERAH:

The Prophet (sallallahu alayhi wa salam) used a despicable word to describe them and that word in Arabic is “Dayooth”. The Prophet (Sallallahu alayhi wa salam) said: “Any man who is not jealous over his wife will never go to Jannah.”… You’re also supposed to be jealous over your mother, daughter and sister.

If you do not behave in accordance to the prerequisites and requirements of a real man, you are a male and not a man.

And Allah knows best.

anonymous asked:

I'm a trans woman who's been on HRT for almost 9 months and I really look up to you. I have to ask, does it ever get better? Because my life is hell right now and I feel like ending everything because I'll never be a real woman.

It’s hard. Especially right now. But authenticity is worth it. You’re worthy. You’re valid. And you’re already a real woman.