fighting for ts

pike starts out a stranger.  he’s just another authority figure jim’s got no use for, someone else to prove wrong, another set of expectations to deal with. sure, he’s solemn when he turns up at pike’s office after his first and only attempt to drop out of the academy two weeks in – he’s something sad and vulnerable, a little bit broken and unsure where to turn; he doesn’t want to go back, going forward might not be great either but it’s better than going back.  anything’s better than that. 

sure, pike serves as his academic advisor. there’s occasional meetings and discussions about him: how classes are, how he’s doing.  small talk type stuff that jim hates because it somehow feels hollow. because he’s still not one hundred percent sure why this guy acts like he gives a damn when jim feels like a commodity: a statistic on the recruiting quota for pike to brag about, a trophy.

somewhere along the line, though, that all changes.  somewhere along the way, he realizes christopher pike isn’t just saving face.  he realizes chris pike is one man in a very short line of people who actually do give a damn about him, of people who want to see him thrive and succeed.  i don’t know whether it was a conversation had after an issue in class or yet another demerit ( a demerit nearing one too many ) for a fight or a prank or breaking curfew, something in which chess was used to get him to lower his defenses enough to talk, or reaching out in a last ditch effort to see if the older man could pick him up, bloodied and bruised and drunk, after a night out when there was no one else, or the shift in expression and attitude when asked what his plans were for thanksgiving break ( there’s nothing more than a shrug, ‘cadet uhura’s mom is in town, they invited a few of us to dinner.’ ‘are you going?’ ‘no.’ [quiet, and then] ‘it’s a family thing. my mom’s deployed. i don’t have anyone to go with.’ [more quiet] ‘well, if you need a plus one…’ he shows up with pike. ), but it does happen. and jim settles into cultivating another healthy relationship.

so much so that he’s twenty three, it’s the end of fall semester, exams are over, and he’s wound up sick – worked to the bone, finally stress-free enough that illness can take hold.  and it’s enough ( it’s bad. some strain of flu. ) to earn himself a stay in the hospital. it lasts a week. pike visits more than once.  it happens on one of the earlier visits – early enough that he’s still delirious, dehydrated, exhausted, miserable, more asleep than awake ( restless though that sleep may be ). he doesn’t remember a whole lot from those first few days and, drugged up, this doesn’t make the cut.  but there’s a cool hand on his head, his flushed cheeks. fever-bright blue eyes open briefly enough to just make out his visitor.

he shifts, stretches, squirms in discomfort with a face contorted in a grimace. he relaxes, boneless, into the thin mattress and strewn blankets and then, quietly, breathes out “dad” in a sigh.

he’s out again after that.

I’m shocked, SHOCKED, I SAY, that people have doxxed the fascist, Richard Spencer. Not only have they released his email address:
Richard Spencer:
which is bad enough - but they’ve ALSO revealed that his HOME ADDRESS is
98 Elk Highlands Drive
Whitefish, MT 59937
I mean GOSH, people could do really IRRESPONSIBLE things with information like that!
Please, I BEG you, remember that when they go low, we go high! And certainly don’t do anything to the apartment in Alexandria, VA that Spencer is renting as a “headquarters” for his racist chums. You know, the one at
1001 King St
Alexandria, VA 22314
Phone number: 571-239-2797
I mean GOSH that would be just terrible.
Please warn others not to irresponsibly act on this information by copying and pasting, rather than sharing!

no but (among the 1424356 other things on my list) i so need to write a book about medieval history for a popular audience, just because the reality would blow people’s minds

there are so many things you can learn from it, so many misconceptions to destroy, and such an interesting social and cultural study of people learning to do things in different ways after rome fell. they had a period of almost 1000 years where classical culture was NOT the automatic standard. that is why we have gothic architecture and script. why they invented new literary and artistic genres, why they developed new laws. where, unlike in the ancient world, women and slaves were not relegated to a position of utter inferiority – in fact, slavery was abolished throughout most of the middle ages, and only began returning in the 16th-17th century when people were determined to replicate the criteria and legal systems of antiquity. same with women. you can find records of women doctors, bookbinders, copyists, shopkeepers, traders etc throughout the high middle ages. women religious were HUGELY influential; the abbey of fontevrault in france was required to have an abbess, not an abbot, in charge. queens regularly ruled whenever the king wasn’t around. it was only in 1593 that france, for example, decided to outlaw them from public/professional life. the salic law, made by philip iv in the early 14th century, barred them from inheriting the throne and later spread throughout europe, but that was not the case beforehand.

don’t talk to me about how “feudal anarchy” was a thing. feudalism was the last thing from anarchy, and it wasn’t about a lord mistreating or killing his peasants however he pleased. it was a highly structured and regulated system of mutual obligations – not a desirable condition for the serf, but still the bedrock on which society functioned. serfs were not slaves. they had personhood, social mobility, could own property, marry, form families, and often obtain freedom once they were no longer in an economic condition to make serfhood a necessity. abbot suger of france (late 11th-early 12th century) was most likely a son of serfs. he was educated at the same monastery school as the later king louis vi, ran the kingdom while louis vii was on crusade, and became the foremost historian of the period and partially responsible for establishing the tradition of ecclesiastical chronicles.

don’t talk to me about how everyone was a fervent and uncritical religious fanatic. church attendance on the parish level was so low that in 1215, pope innocent III had to issue a bull ordering people to take communion at least once a year. the content of clerical grievances tells us that people behaved and thought exactly as we do today – they wanted to sleep in on sunday, they wanted to have sex when they pleased, they didn’t believe the guy mumbling bad latin at them, they openly questioned the institutional church’s legitimacy (especially in the 13th century – it was taking assaults on every side as splinter and spinoff sects of every nature grew, along with literacy and the ability of common people to access books and learning for themselves). in the 14th century, john wycliffe and the lollards blasted the rigidly hierarchical nature of medieval society (“when adam delved and eve span, who then was the gentleman?”) partly as a result, wat tyler, a fellow englishman, led the peasants’ revolt in 1381. yes, the catholic church had a social and institutional power which we can’t imagine, but it was fought and questioned and spoken back to every step of the way.

don’t talk to me about how they were scientifically ignorant. isidore of seville, in the frickin 7th century, wrote books and books on science and reason from his home at the center of the andalusian “golden age” in muslim spain. toledo in the 9th century was a hotbed of theology, mathematics, and writing; admiring western european observers called multicultural, educated iberia “the ornament of the world.” in the 8th century in the monastery of jarrow in northumbria (aka in the middle of FRICKING NOWHERE) the venerable bede was able to open his “ecclesiastical history of the english people” with a discussion on cultural, linguistic, demographic, historical, geographical, and astronomical details, and refers to britain’s location near the north pole as a reason for its days being long in summer and short in winter (“for the sun has then departed to the region of Africa”). while bede’s information is obviously imperfect by virtue of his social and chronological location, he is a trained scholar with a strong critical sensibility and the ability to turn a memorable phrase; discussing an attempted imperial coup by an illiterate roman soldier, he sniffs, “As soon as he had seized power he crossed over to Gaul. There he was often deluded by the barbarians into making doubtful treaties, and so inflicted great harm on the body politic.”

don’t talk to me about how they were uneducated and illiterate. they were well versed in antiquity and classical authors through the high middle ages. they didn’t just suddenly discover them again when the 15th century started. the renaissance wasn’t about finding the texts, it was about deciding to apply them in a systematic way. beforehand, the 13th century saw the rediscovery of aristotle and the development of a new philosophical system to compete with the long-entrenched and studied works of plato. thomas aquinas and the dominicans were writing in this century. dante wrote the inferno in this century. i could go on.

don’t talk to me about the stereotype of the silent and oppressed woman – we already discussed that a bit above. i should also add, women usually had voting rights on the level of their community and this wasn’t regarded as odd. i already wrote a ranty post earlier on the myth that “it was just medieval times” and thus a rapey free-for-all.

we should also talk about how a form of gay marriage was legal for hundreds of years – two men could take wedding vows in a church and live together like any other married couple (though they called them “spiritual brotherhoods”). we should also talk about the cult of male bonds between knights in the 12th/13th century, and how it was idealized as the highest form of love. i also wrote a post a while ago about richard the lionheart and how sexuality worked. so.

we should talk about how all of this was happening in the time period that routinely gets written off as basically a wash between the fall of rome and the renaissance. we should remember that the renaissance was what led to modern structures of oppression for women, slaves, etc – everyone who had been worth nothing in antiquity. we should tear into the myth of historical progress and how it was invented to justify massive, wholesale colonization, genocide, and “civilization” in the supposedly enlightened 18th, 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries – because nothing we do now, apparently, can be as bad as what those bad ol’ bloodthirsty ignoramuses did back then.

we shouldn’t idealize the medieval era as a golden age either. that is never the right way to approach history. but we should take a long, long look at why we are so insistent on our simplistic, erroneous concepts of this time period, and how exactly they serve to justify our behaviors, mindsets, and practices today.

further reading to support any of these topics available on request.

I don’t care how much he tries to hide it behind snarky banter and sarcastic comments Raven Reyes is on the list of the very few people John Murphy cares about.

Kaldur manages to convince Roy for the first 5 months of their friendship that they dont eat fish out of respect for them. “In Atlantis, it is against common courtesy to eat sentient beings weaker than ourselves. If we wish to feast on those who breathe, we must beat them in a show of brawns.”

It isn’t until they forget that theyre supposed to be playing him and takes a huge bite out of his fish taco that he realizes that the warrior he thought was stoic and never humorous had been fucking with him that whole time.

Babyz are literally the Best

I’ve never seen such strength within a fandom. The bonds between all the Babyz and with them and B.A.P was just astounding. The way they get so much hate thrown at them and yet still find a way to stand up and fight against it really attracted me towards this fandom!

Babyz are so amazing they don’t even care about the antifans. They literally sassily wave them off and just focus on supporting their idols because that’s truly what being a fan is all about. B.A.P have had so much to deal with and the whole lawsuit and the 1 year 9 months hiatus they went through didn’t stop the Babyz believing in them. They’ve been through so much and that’s just made them even stronger


B..A.P themselves are obviously AMAZING to have been able to acquire such great fans! Their unique songs and the deep meanings behind each one instead of just singing about a girl they fell in love with or something

Each member is so handsome and equally attractive as the other in both looks and personality.  Its IMPOSSIBLE to choose a Bias because your list’ll just get wrecked the next second.

AND they know there’s a continent on the far side of the Earth somewhere called Europe and actually make an effort to go there

And they had the toughest competition in their rookie year -Exo. Yet they still managed to get so far!

It takes a Legend to beat a Legend.




Commander Lexa Kom Tri Kru & Clarke Griffin of the Sky People owning the room ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

“I’m used to people staring at the 6 and a half foot tall oxwoman, don’t worry about me. Just concerned about the effect this will have on your reputation with your troops.”

“I’m not. Let them talk.” 


Stressful week at work requires unwinding with silly wildly-OOC fluff. Heavily inspired by this delightful post. Cullen does much the same thing when an Adaar asks him to sneak away to the battlements. The kissing in broad daylight, completely out in the open thing would be conspicuous enough, but frequently planting his face in the Inquisitor’s chest would likely invite all kinds of ….. input from the people down below


“When you said you were going to Tokyo,” Haruka finally broke the silence, and Makoto was happy to find he had been wrong about the power of the human voice. “I was confused… I just thought we’d stay together after graduation. No other alternative was a possibility. Then in Australia, I realized why the thought of you leaving terrified me.” Makoto closed his eyes and pulled in closer to Haruka. “And where did all that stuff about smothering come from? You never smothered me. Sometimes, I stayed in the bath too long… because I knew you’d come and pull me out.” [x]

wolftrapqueen27  asked:

Hello, again After reading your latest piece in the Hannigram Fluff Therapy series, I realised that I'm going to require as much of this warm, fluffy goodness as I can get, right through January 20, 2017. It's not a specific ask, but a humble request for more, and a thank you. You're a treasure to the fandom, and you're writing is often the only bright spot in my day/week. <3

Thank you so much my friend. I’m sorry this took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy. <3

The lilt of Hannibal’s voice carried through the house, folding itself against the walls. Will followed the sound into the living room.

“You’re singing.”

Hannibal turned to him, ceasing his song. “A song from my childhood. My mother would sing it to me often.”

Will didn’t know the language, but deep in his bones he understood. “It’s about God.”

“In a sense. Did you sleep well?”

Will smiled and ducked his head, recalling the night previous, the way they’d made love for the very first time. “I did. Thank you.”

Hannibal reached for Will’s hand, brushing his knuckles with the softest kiss. “I’m happy to hear that. What would you like for breakfast?”

“Whatever you want,” Will said, gazing down at his hand when Hannibal let it go. “Tell me about your mother’s song.”

“A Lithuanian folk song about death and rebirth.”

Will laughed. “You truly did begin at the beginning. Your mother was religious?”

“Very. I’d never given much thought to the idea of worship myself. Until recently.”

A flush bloomed hotly on Will’s cheeks. “Please don’t build me an altar.”

Hannibal brushed his knuckles along Will’s cheek. “Our shared bed will serve just fine,” he said, smiling. “I’ll see to breakfast now, if you don’t mind.”

“Go on,” Will breathed, lost in Hannibal’s gaze. “I’m starving.”

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concept: a female character wearing flowery shirts and blouses and soft cardigans, armed with a gun or a sword or a bow, kicking ass and taking names and not letting anyone tell her what to do or who to be.

This is a thing that can and does happen. I don’t know why the stereotype of soft and flowery = feminine = weak is still a thing.

Star Wars came out in 1977 and featured a female character who wore a flowing white dress and was physically tiny and spent the entire movie defying the bad guy and ordering the good guys around. That was 40 years ago. Come on. Get with the times.

“Whats it like to stan B.A.P”

lots of crying, screaming, laughing, LOTS of pain, supportive asf fandom, everyone is lovely and neat and sweet, constant worry about the boys, falling in love with a new member every day, falling in love all over again with your bias every era,
Rap->Funk->pop->ballads->love songs->Rap
 you can’t trust any member in a title song, Everyone gets shot. 
“Why is Jongup like this tho”
“remember when Zelo was a baby….”
not one god damn visual hole in the entire group, they’re all beautiful have fun trying to be loyal to your bias. 
*Personally wants to fight TS over everything
“not to be dramatic but Yongguk invented Tigger” 
Tattos, shirtless thrusting, himchans sweat, awkward aeygo, MC Yoo Youngjae with Talks-too-much Daehyun, Shy Zelo, done-with-your-shit Jongup

look, you’re not doing me some kind of favor when you make me justify my life and needs and rights to you. stop acting like educating your ableist ass is a Gift to me. like, stop acting as if “giving me a chance to showcase” my activist labor is somehow you doing me a service for Giving Me The Opportunity ™. 

so no, i will not diversity/inclusion proofread your essay or novel, or evaluate your website accessibility, or host workshops for you… for free. no, i will not look over your lesson plan, or organize a disability track at your event, or write a syllabus, or consult on your shitty project… for free. no i will not answer your invasive questions, no i will not host a q&a on basic disability politics, no i will not educate your staff… for free. 

but this is how it plays out when i stand up for that — 

[screenshot of an email. “if i would not be able to be compensated for my time and labor, i will not be able to host a workshop for you. i am really frustrated and tired of being expected to educate people on my identities and experiences for free and of my labor as an activist being devalued, particularly within a larger campus climate of inaccessibility and erasure of disabled people and disability activism. 

leading a workshop on disability justice for free is in opposition to the foundations of disability justice as a movement that centers the work of survival and self-advocacy as work. the disability justice movement aims to emphasize the needs and voices of those who are most marginalized — those who cannot afford to do activist work for free. this is part of what draws me to disability justice over mainstream activism, which centers those who already have the privilege to engage in that type of volunteerism. 

thank you for your offer, but subsequently i cannot accept without compensation. 

best, Auden.] 

in response to this email, i received a very polite and genuine apology that hit all the buzzwords and showed a lot of respect for me and what i had said… and then they found someone else who would do it for free, and wouldn’t incorporate that pesky disability justice framework. 

or it looks like this: 

[screenshot of an email: “hi elliot! i would be happy to do the workshop again! unfortunately i will not be able to devote sufficient resources to it without funding available to compensate me for my work. if that funding is not available under the MRC, i’ll probably hold the workshop later this semester under an organization which is able to pay presenters. 

best, Auden.]

i never received a response to this email. the event series went on, and they just… avoided including a workshop on disability altogether. because i wouldn’t do the work for free, an entire axis of oppression and experience was taken out of an event that was focused on diversity and was sponsored by the college program on diversity and inclusion. 

(in case you think this just plays out in institutions, by the way, let me tell you that some of you here, who follow me on twitter or tumblr or wherever, have asked me to do diversity consulting work for you for free. i noticed, and i’m talking about you here too.)

let me be clear: i will do it. it’s work i am willing and capable of doing, happily. but it’s work, and it requires resources, training, education, effort, and experience that makes me qualified to do it, and i should be compensated fairly for that. this isn’t a community service bake sale and i’m donating a tray of cookies, and this isn’t a high school play where i Get The Chance ™ to perform. this is my life, and my work, and my study. respect that.


“From the beginning you and the dragon had been one. You are becoming, and the dragon is your higher self.”

The way this show is currently paralleling Will Graham and Francis Dolarhyde is absolutely brilliant. The above conversation is even more significant when you consider Bedelia telling Will that he is capable of righteous violence because he is compassionate, and that extreme acts of cruelty require high levels of empathy, certainly something Will is in no short supply of.

Dolarhyde is not killing his victims because he wants to inflict pain upon them. In his madness he believes he is helping them. He believes he is elevating them to their higher selves by giving them to the darkness within himself that he calls the dragon. This is righteous violence. This is his compassion. But Hannibal knows that this darkness is something that has been inside him all along, and this harkens back to Will at the end of season 2. As he attempted to trick and trap Hannibal, Will unlocked a part of his nature that has always been present, and is just as natural to him as being sweet and good and kind, which he undoubtedly is. But as he said earlier this season, he never knew himself more than he did when he was with Hannibal.

And speaking of which, as soon as Dolarhyde said this:

I was immediately reminded of this:

Molly is to Will as Reba is to Dolarhyde. Through her he has found an escape from the darker side of himself. He consumed the Blake painting because he wanted to desperately to be someone else for her. He wants to step away from the darkness and into the light, but to do so would be to deny half of his true self, and Hannibal is dependent on him embracing that darkness at this point.

Hannibal’s ethics and motivations are fascinating. He is undeniably capable of experiencing love, but the nature of that love and the nature of who he is twists it and turns it into a truly destructive force. He likes testing people, he likes placing them in situations where they have a choice to do right or wrong to see which they will choose, and he is no stranger to a good old game of cat and mouse. But his motivations with Dolarhyde go a bit deeper than that… I believe he thinks if he can help Dolarhyde become his higher self, if he can help him become the dragon, then he can help Will come around again too. He can pull him away from his family (the family that he believes is a poor replacement for the family they were creating together) and back into his orbit. 

A striking difference between the canon of the books and what took place on the show is that Hannibal did not send Dolarhyde after Will AND his family… he only sent him after Molly and Walter. Hannibal doesn’t want Dolarhyde to kill Will in this universe, but he is unbelievably jealous and wants Will’s new family out of the picture as soon as possible. This isn’t simply about playing a game out of boredom for him. In the end it all comes down to his deep and twisted love for Will Graham.

Will and Molly love one another, there is no doubt about that, but we are being shown through visual subtext and absolutely blatant and heavy handed dialogue that Will and Hannibal belong together. They are two sides of the same coin, but Will’s true destiny to be with Hannibal cannot be realized until he learns to, once again, give in to his own becoming.

Will wanted to run away with Hannibal not only because they were friends, or because they truly do love one another on a deep and profound level, but because through Hannibal, Will found his freedom. His transformation at the end of season 2 also felt very deliberate, it began as a premeditated plan to capture Hannibal after all, but it resulted in Will discovering the true nature of the beast residing in his own belly. A part of him will always want to be with Hannibal, will always wish they had run away together all those years ago, and I guess only time (aka the final two episodes) will tell if that part of himself will be victorious in the end.