has given the world a beautiful beautiful thing

So in light of what happened on Critical Role last night, I want to talk about a couple of things trope wise. Spoilers ahead so if you aren’t caught up, be wary!!

For this, I want to focus more specifically on the NPCs. Throughout the show, there have been several NPCs that have been LGBT+ in some way or another. Kima, Allura, J”mon, Gilmore, Artagan, all amazing characters who are all not straight or not cis in canon. It’s not a fan-bait play-and-switch, it is real, undeniable canon. They are all very powerful and very visible characters who have had major impact on the story and the PCs throughout the course of the game. 

Now in any aired television show, we might get one of these characters and they very much would not have gotten half of the character development that these NPCs have gotten on Critical Role. Very likely, they also would’ve died in some tragic way very quickly. The ‘Bury Your Gays’ trope is more alive than any LGBT+ character in mainstream media.

A lot of people complain about any criticism of BYG because they say that it is only realistic for LGBT+ characters to be in the same amount of danger as anyone else and that it should be expected for them to die from time to time. Which, if that were how things actually played out, would not be such a bad thing. HOWEVER. LGBT+ characters are not in the same amount of danger as straight or cis characters. They are in far greater danger. 

Writers will claim that if they can’t kill off LGBT+ characters, then there’s never any real danger to them being in a situation and you won’t ever be drawn into it. Not to mention, many writers will put a LGBT+ character into a show to get a pat on the back for being so inclusive, and then promptly kill that character off. They want the brownie points having an LGBT+ character gets them, but they don’t actually want that character in their show. 

And then you have Matthew Mercer. Glorious, glorious, Matthew Mercer.

Since the beginning of the stream, there have been LGBT+ characters on the show. And the fantastic thing is, and one of the many reasons I continued to watch the show, is that you know all of these characters. You know something about their backstory and where they came from and the struggles they’ve faced. Even though they aren’t main characters, they are fleshed out and very much a part of the story, critical in many cases even.

Mercer has also, in my opinion, gone to great pains to avoid “Bury Your Gays’. The characters are in very real danger where they could die, but they are never put in inescapable situations and then killed off to further the emotional development of the PCs. Some of them have come very close to dying and might have died if VM had taken a slightly different path, but it was never a shoehorned ‘you could’ve never prevented it’ situation. 

What Matt does, and what every writer everywhere should take note of, is that he doesn’t make any situation unsolvable or impossible. Different courses of action have different consequences. Because VM stayed in the Feywild longer than planned, Vecna was able to get to the people they cared about the most. Gilmore, Kaylie, and Cassandra could have all permanently died (I’ve never been more grateful for a nat1 by the way lol) but they didn’t because they players and the characters have that free agency to be able to react as things happen and to be smart and clever. Matt has never made the life/death choice for a character, it has always been the players and their actions/decisions. He lets them be clever and reactionary and he lets them solve problems as they are presented. 

As a trans, pansexual person, I cannot begin to express the amount of relief I have felt when my favorite NPCs have continued to live. Because in practically any other show, Kima might have died in the Underdark or drowned with Allura after fighting Raishan. Allura would’ve been the victim of a political power grab on the Tal’dorei council or would’ve died when the Conclave knocked down her tower. Gilmore would’ve died in the first Chroma Conclave attack or in the final battle with Thordak or killed by Hotis. J’mon would’ve died in a heroic, but ultimately meaningless, self sacrifice fighting Thordak or fighting the dracolich over Thar Ampala.

With television and movies, you learn not to get your hopes up. That lesbian character might be a main character and be around for a little while, but you’re just waiting for that stray bullet to the chest. That gay character might be confident and strong, but he’s going to be broken down, outed against his will, and then get blown up because he got caught in a revenge plot he didn’t know existed. That woman has a good relationship with her friends and girlfriend despite living in a zombie infested world? She’s going to get an arrow through the head that was meant for the fan-favorite straight guy.  

I will never be over the fact that such a beautiful show as Critical Role has given me so many characters that I can see myself in. I will be forever grateful to Matt for giving those characters real agency and playing them the way he has.  Seeing so many long-lived LGBT+ characters shouldn’t be as new or as refreshing of a thing as it is, but that is what mainstream media has conditioned us to. If more people wrote stories/characters the way Matt Mercer does, the world would be a better place. 

TL:DR: Critical Role is a beautiful show and Matt Mercer is a writing/acting genius who has helped to restore my hope in humanity and who has worked very hard to give his characters the stories and respect they deserve and for a closeted kid from the deep south, that will never not mean the world to me.

13 Going on 30 (Part 5)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Word Count: 1,352.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! Always love to hear your guys’ feedback. 

@spidweeb & @heaventide - i love you guys, thank you for the help. 

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Fluff Friday: December 23 “Scarf”

I’m LATE! And I missed last week. Man, being home for the holidays does not make for a productive mouse. I mostly sit on the couch rereading favourite books and looking pathetically at whoever is currently in the kitchen until they take pity on me and make tea.

So here, have a fluffy fic for Christmas Eve!!

Set the morning after i guess i’ll have to learn to be delicate (with your heart), the fic that started the smol!Kakashi shenanigans. @beyondthemoor

Sakura has a newly five year old sitting her in living room attempting to glare at her while simultaneously doing his best to not to drown in Naruto’s clothes. This can mean only one thing: shopping.

Sakura narrows her eyes.

Kakashi glares back.

This stare-off they’ve got going on is approaching absurd lengths, but Sakura refuses to break. She is not losing to a five year old. Especially not a five year old swathed in a much too large jounin shirt and a pair of frog boxers.

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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite podcasts? I've recently gotten into them with Dear Hank and John, but I always want more amazing podcasts to listen to.


i got you. 

here are my favorites:

psychobabble: if you’re into hank & john, i’m guessing you like youtube? this one is hosted by tyler oakley and korey kuhl- they are HILARIOUS and have had me full-on cackling in public.  the episodes aren’t that long, like a half hour or so each, so it’s pretty easy to get into. episode 45, trash talking turtles, kills me every time. if you listen to the show too much you’ll start talking just like them. 

ladies who lunch: another youtuber podcast. but you definitely don’t have to watch their videos to love this show. hosted by ingrid nilsen and kat valdez- two women talking openly and honestly about their lives and their experiences. their topics range from mental health, navigating family relationships, honesty within friendships, pollitics, spirituality, and a bunch more. listening to this makes you feel like you’re doing something good for your well-being and it’s such a comfort. 

gilmore guys: this one is kind of specific, but if you like the show gilmore girls, you should definitely listen to it. it has made me indescribably happy to hear people earnestly discuss one of my favorite shows in such depth. they go through every episode of the show- all 7 seasons plus the netflix revival. episodes are long as fuck (like 3 hours usually) which is why i love having it on in the background while doing life things. it’s made me laugh a bunch and made me feel even more connected to the show & characters. 

dear sugar: hosted by writers cheryl strayed and steve almond. beautiful and wise show where the hosts read letters written by listeners and give advice. no topic is off limits. it makes me feel connected to the world & has for sure helped me through some tough times. and it inspired me to read cheryl strayed’s book tiny beautiful things, a collection of advice columns she’s written. so SO good. my desert island book. 

comedy bang bang: this has been my constant companion for like two years straight. it’s made me laugh so, so hard and given me an appreciation for comedy in general. it’s just a silly improv show in the form of long interviews. the host, scott aukerman, has had some pretty well-known comedians on there (like nick kroll, amy poehler, ben schwartz), and some that i only know from the podcast world (like lauren lapkus oh my god she is so funny). the comedy bang bang tv show is also really really funny. 

my brother, my brother, and me: i can’t believe how long it took me to really check out this show. i just started listening like two weeks ago and it’s quickly become my absolute favorite. it’s an advice show hosted by three brothers- it’s crazy funny, and sometimes genuinely sweet? it’s great. it’s so great. please listen to it. some people recommend starting all the way from the beginning, but i’d start with the newer stuff (in the old days they were a little less woke. but one of the best things about their show now is how inclusive and open-minded they are!) also, you will 100% adopt their vocabulary. i’m so happy this good good podcast has come into my life. also you should listen to the adventure zone! also hosted by them. also great.


anonymous asked:

Hollstein 23 (for the ships)

Hell, even you deserve better. Did I though? Do I deserve better after the century of things I have done. She doesn’t even know the half of it. Hell, she barely knows any of it. Would she’d stay if she knew the stories. The things Mattie and I used to do as games to lure our victims. Would she still be here at the end of my true tale? The tale of murder and death that were caused by my hands.


Carmilla shook her head and looked towards Laura, who had just joined her on the couch. They had been living together now for two years. Laura was fully invested in her studies at the University of Toronto, but was grateful for a night off.

“You okay? You seem a little distance.”

“I’m good, Cupcake.”

Laura handed her a mug of hot chocolate. It was snowing outside and Carmilla was just happy for Laura’s warmth on nights like this. Her body produced it’s own warmth now, but nothing compared to Laura being next to you. 

“What movie do you want to watch?” Laura asked, remote in hand.

“It doesn’t matter to me, Cupcake.”

“For once I wish you’d just pick.”

Carmilla smirked. “Not my style.”

Laura chuckled. “I know.”

“Besides no matter what I’d say, you’d choose anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

Carmilla gave Laura a look causing Laura to smile. “Okay it is true, but only because you let me.”

“I know. I’ve always spoiled you. So what Disney movie am I sitting through tonight?”

“Hmm.” Laura thought for a moment going through their options on Netflix. Carmilla stared at her mesmerized. She is so beautiful and her heart has always been so pure. I wonder if she has the same heart or if she was given a new one to be reborn. I’d say she’s innocent, but I know the things we’ve done. The stories we’ve told. The world we’ve created for ourselves. I wonder if she misses me as the vampire I once was or is she happy, like me, that I’m finally mortal and can live out the rest of my days with her.

“How about Beauty and the Beast?”

“Whatever you want, Laura.” Carmilla stood off the couch. “I’m going to make some popcorn. You can start without me.”

Carmilla walked to their kitchen, forgetting there was no wall to separate them. Laura watched as she pulled the bag out of the pantry before putting it into the microwave. Carmilla stared at the wall, lost in her thoughts. Laura stood behind her and wrapped her arms around Carmilla’s waist.

“You okay?”


“You seem a little lost in thought there. Anything I can do to help?”

Carmilla sighed and turned in Laura’s arms. She rested her head against her shoulder. “Not really. Just thinking about things.”

“Code for the past.”

“And what if it is?”

“I’m here for you regardless.” Laura pulled back and cupped Carmilla’s cheeks. “You know that right?”

“I do.”

“And when you think about the past, I know it’s before our past. It’s the vampire past before you knew I existed. It’s the dark stuff that you never want to share because you’ll think I’ll run, but I’ve already fought four gods, died and brought back to life. I don’t think a story or two could ever make me run away from you.”


“Because I love you. And since I love you, that means I love all parts of you. Even the parts that you don’t like about yourself. But know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

“I don’t want you to see that part of me.”


“Because you will run away.”

“Carmilla, I would never. I already know some of it and I’m not stupid. You were a vampire and every vampire does what it needs to do to survive and I know for you that was blood. I’m sure you had plenty of victims.”

The microwaved beeped signaling their finished snack. Carmilla backed up and opened the door. She grabbed a bowl, emptying the popcorn into it. Laura continued to stare at her.

“Carm, you know I will never think of you the way you think I will.”

“Which is what?”

“You’re not a monster, Carmilla. At one point, you might have been, but I know you are no longer. I will never think of you as one because you were always there for me and you always protected me. A monster would not do that.”

Carmilla fought the small smile, but Laura caught glimpse of it. 

“How was I lucky enough to fall into your dorm room?” Carmilla asked.

“I guess the dean thought we’d be a good match.”

“Mother was stupid. She saw you fighting, but thought I would have more strength than you. That I could power over you.” Carmilla wrapped her arms around Laura’s waist, leaning in.

“Boy was she wrong,” Laura whispered against Carmilla’s lips before taking them. They kissed for a moment, Laura domineering the interaction.

“I love you,” Laura said, pulling back.

“I love you too, Laura.”

“Just remember, we’re here together. We survived together. The past is the past, but we have a whole future together to do whatever we want. We get to make new memories that can fill the darkness of the past together.”

Carmilla smirked and followed Laura back to their living space. “Can I ask you one thing?” 

“You can always ask me anything.”

“Why did I deserve better?”


“When we first met and you absolutely hated me, why did I deserve better?”

“Because it didn’t take rocket science to see your pain. Yes you were rude and uncaring, but I just figured you had depression or used other people and made fun of them to make yourself feel better, but that didn’t mean you didn’t deserve a life where you didn’t have to do that. And yes you were a fiend from hell then, but I believe everyone in the world deserved better. Remember, I was a naive, provincial girl.”

Carmilla smirked. “You were and I was head over heels in love with you.”


“Well, still am.”

“You better be.”

Carmilla smirked. She pulled Laura closer to her, forgetting her thoughts of the past as Laura curled to her side. My home. My happy place. It was always here and were finally free. We deserved better and we finally got what we deserved.

The Inner Circle (A Friendly Reminder)

I just need to say this. The inner circle gives me such hope. As I read ACOWAR my heart is filled by the family that is the inner circle. I lost the one person in my family who was the glue–and after that it all fell apart. For years now I have been alone- no family dinners, no birthdays made special, no family shopping trips. Family has been scarce for me for some time.

This series has given me a newfound hope. In ACOMAF they accepted Feyre into their family. They helped bring her out of the darkness and into the light. They showed her unconditional love.

And now they have chosen to accept even the unlovable. Nesta. She is mean and bitter and selfish, and still they fight for her. Because she is Feyre’s sister. Because they are a family and they fight for each other even in the darkness. They believe she is worth it, simply because she is family. Nothing she does will make them stop.

They accept Elaine–who becomes a shell of herself. And Lucien–forever the wandering soul. Once an enemy. They accept him into their home. Because they are a family, and family means no one gets left behind.

It’s a beautiful thing. And it has given me a hope– hope that even if I can’t have family myself…I can one day create that kind of family. Choose to live and love differently than what I have known. Strive for that accepting, unrelenting, unconditional love that much of this world has forgotten.

I know they are just books– but they’re not. They are a beautiful reminder that things can be different– better.

Loki - Love Yourself

Love Yourself

Loki x chubby!Reader


“Could you do one where the reader is curvier than most women but isn’t afraid to show it and proud of it and the avengers love her for it.”


Love Yourself
Justice L.A. Scott
A/N: the request also included that reader end up with the Avenger of my choice. I thought Loki would be fun.

An excited grin split your lips as you shuffled into your bedroom and closed the door behind you. You tossed the shopping bag you acquired at Rue 21 onto your bed before rifling through it. It was payday, and you had been working so hard lately that you felt you deserved a little self indulgence. So you had gone on a small shopping spree- thank whatever god you believed in that Rue 21 always had sales going on- and had finally returned to the Tower to enjoy your efforts. You plucked your favorite pieces of the pile of clothing you had bought and ripped off the tags before changing into the new outfit.
You stood before your full length mirror, admiring your choices. The faded blue-grey denim overall shorts clung to your thick thighs and exposed your sides, which were exposed beneath your black knit crop top. The short sleeves revealed your arms, which you left bare to show off the new bracelets you had bought. On your feet were black combat boots, and your hair was twisted up with your new hair pins.
A knock sounded on the door as you tightened the straps of your overalls.
“Come in,” you called, glancing at the door as it opened.
In sauntered your Asgardian boyfriend, Loki. He smirked at the sight of you admiring your reflection.
“New clothes, darling?”
You nodded eagerly. “What do you think?”
He crossed the room to stand before you. His hands slid down your sides, resting on your exposed hips. He groaned in approval. “You know I love any outfit that accents your beautiful body.”
You giggled softly, standing on your toes to peck his lips. “I saw the overalls and I just couldn’t resist. And they work perfectly with this shirt!”
He chuckled at your excitement. “I’ve always loved your confidence in how you look. It was one of the things that attracted me to you. Too many women are concerned with having the perfect body; looking the way the world wants them to. More of them need to think like you; dress how you want and the world be damned.”
You smiled. “You’ve always given me confidence. That’s one of the many reasons I love you. You made me feel beautiful, and that feeling has never gone away.”
His arms circled your waist and he kissed you passionately. “You are beautiful, my Queen. Don’t ever forget it.”
You hummed into his mouth, only parting when another knock came upon the door.
“Sorry to intrude,” Natasha greeted, smirking. “We’re all going out for dinner. Are you two coming?”
Loki raised a brow at you. “Are you hungry, love?”
You nodded. “In all of my shopping, I never stopped for food. I’m starving.”
Loki chuckled, reaching for your hand. You laced your fingers with his, your other hand grabbing your phone and keys before he led you out the door.

As you all sat around the table, enjoying your meal, you could see eyes wandering in your direction. You knew people were comparing you to the other women at the table - the thinner women. Natasha caught a man whose gaze shifted between the two of you, and she looked at you with a raised brow. You simply shrugged, leaning into Loki’s side as you took another bite of food. He smiled down at you, kissing the top of your head. The God of Mischief loved you - that was all the confidence you needed.

When you were all done with dinner, you and Loki opted for walking home. It was a warm night, and you loved the way the city lit up with life.
Your hand held Loki’s, your fingers laced together as though they were created to fit perfectly. You smiled up at him, feeling perfectly content by his side.
A slender brunette spotted your rather handsome date and sauntered up to the two of you. She stood before Loki, trying to wrap her arms around him despite his obvious attempts to move away from her.
“You’re gorgeous,” she purred. “What are you doing with her?” She nodded towards you, disgust evident on her face.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Loki replied simply. “And you’re disrupting our evening.”
“Why would you want a cow like her when you could have a model?” She pressed her chest to Loki’s, angling her curves to emphasize her point.
You rolled your eyes. Letting go of Loki’s hand, you took a handful of the brunette’s hair and roughly pulled her away. Letting go, you pushed her, causing her to stumble back and nearly trip over her stilettos.
“He isn’t interested,” you growled, standing beside him. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist. “Now get the hell out of here before I pop your inflatable boobs.”
She scoffed, sneering at Loki before turning and storming away.
The god let out a chuckle. “Every day, I fall more in love with you.”
You beamed at him as you continued your walk home.

When you returned to the Tower, everyone had gathered for a movie night. They invited you and Loki to join, and you happily agreed. You returned to your bedroom to change into a tank top and pajama shorts. Loki followed your lead, pulling on a tank top and sweat pants.
Back in the living room, he sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap.
“How was your walk?” Steve inquired as he sat in a recliner.
“My girl here almost unleashed her wrath on an alleged model,” Loki stated with a grin.
Tony raised a brow. “Care to elaborate, (y/n)?”
You shrugged. “She tried to flirt with Loki. She called me a cow. I pulled her away and told her that I’d pop her fake boobs if she didn’t leave my man alone.”
Cheers sounded from the rest of the team. Loki tightened his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.
You snuggled into his chest as tonight’s movie, Breakfast Club, began. You sighed softly, looking up at your godly boyfriend. He dipped his head to capture your lips before you both turned your attention to the movie.

itscoldinwonderland  asked:

I do not really care if its your slur to reclaim, do not push that slur on to other people. Call yourself queer all you want, do not call anyone else queer unless they're okay with it. It's not an umbrella term it's a slur.

You are not the police of queer people’s language, I would never use it for someone who asked me not to, but I write about dead people, they don’t care.

Also, as someone who knows more than you do about queer history let me explain something. There is no word that exists for us that was not at one time used as a slur. Homosexual was used as a diagnosis because they thought we were a disease. Who hasn’t heard gay and lesbian used as a slur against some person or thing. And the rest I can’t even write because they upset me. The only words that haven’t historically been used against us are words from other cultures that are not mine to use as I am white. 

And something about the queer community you may not know or care about is how we react to things. And I think some of this particular beauty of the queer community has been lost because of the intense respectability politics of tumblr. We have time and time again been given the worst the world could conjure up. Hate, prison camps, our identities made illegal, genocide, slurs, and time and time again we take what people have given us, and we make beautiful things. We take the prison and make it a home, we take the illegality and we change the laws, we take the hate and form unbreakable bonds within our own community, and we take the slurs and we make art.

Also let me explain why you felt the need to send this ridiculous message. Internalized homophobia, keep reading this is where it gets interesting. You yourself are clearly not upset by the term queer, and I find it unlikely you know someone who is, and if they were I would suggest they not follow me, as I would also suggest someone triggered by anything would not follow a blog with that thing in the title. So I am literally hurting no one. At all. In fact I am actively validating and helping a lot of people, more than I can say for you. Why are you so upset then? Let’s dive into that a bit.

Right now, a society that has hated us for so long is being challenged, in a relatively short period of time they have had to change a lot of things. At one point it was okay to just murder, or genocide in some cases, queer people, and when that wasn’t ok, they jailed us, and when that wasn’t ok they made our relationships and validation of our identities illegal, and now that is no longer okay- they want us to be as quiet as possible. Sure you can be queer, but can you also be a cis white gay man, who challenges no other part of the social hierarchy and “doesn’t act gay”, also please don’t remind us of what you are and what we have been doing to people like you for generations. So right now society is trying to keep us quiet and they are doing so through respectability politics. 

Gay people are JUST like everyone else(shhh don’t mention trans or bisexual people), they want us to be just like them, but they also want open access to our identity so they can label it and pin it down. They want us to not “act gay” they want our culture gone, they want us to forget our history, and god forbid if we remind them. And using the word queer is a rebellion of every single level of that, first the very word means Different, no we aren’t “just like everyone else” and maybe that’s not a bad thing. And by saying queer you are being deliberately vague, they don’t get to pin you down or put you in a nice box, your sexuality or gender identity is none of their business unless you decide you want to explain it. It is a part of our culture, it is a part of our history, and it is reminding them that of what they did to us. 

So yes you, who I am sure is somewhere on the spectrum, is telling a queer person to be queer a little more quietly, and that is absolutely no better than a straight person telling me.

What I am doing is creating something, and from what I can tell that isn’t something you are too familiar with so let me explain it to you. When you create something, it’s yours, every aspect and word is something you are building and nothing is done by accident, and when someone sends you a message saying “hey something you created that is building a community and lights up your life is wrong because you aren’t doing it the way I want you to do it”. It is not unjustified to be a bit annoyed. 

If you want access to our history without the word queer in it, make it yourself, because I am not making it for you. I am making this for the queer community, and if you don’t want in on that fine. But don’t you dare come up to someone who is creating and tear them down because you don’t have the willpower/intelligence/skills to do anything but criticize the people who are actually working to build something.

On 'Cultural Appropriation' and why it's not evil

Dear Tumblr,

I see quite a few posts here about ‘cultural appropriation’ and how it’s just the worst thing you’ve ever seen. I’m here to explain to you why it isn’t bad. 

Culture is meant to be shared. Without sharing ideas, foods, religious ideas, clothing, morals and so forth between communities and cultures, we cannot advance as a species. If Japan didn’t share it’s technology with the rest of the world, we’d be sunk. If Sweden decided not to share their surgical techniques, thousands of people would be dead or on short time. If other countries didn’t share their foods, we wouldn’t have delicious restaurants on every corner! 

Of course, that’s just the logical response, and Tumblr runs primarily on emotions, so I’ll provide those too. 

Any one of you who have read my previous works or my About are saying “What do you know, Lea?! You’re a stupid whitey, you don’t even have a dog in this fight!”

Actually, I do. Yes, I am white, in that I check the Caucasian box on surveys and government forms and in that’s what it says on my birth certificate, but honestly, I don’t have to be. I’m an 8th Native American, and I’ve been encouraged and asked several times to join the Nation. 

Normally that wouldn’t be important, but in this discussion I think it is, if only to stave off wave after wave of 'You’re white you dont matter’.

Some of the major complaints I see on here revolve around the following things: Clothing, Music, and Hairstyles. Superficial, non-important things that have somehow become sacred in the minds of Tumblr users (which is a direct reminder that most Tumblrites are 13-17 years old, and female). 

Lets start with Clothing. More specifically, lets start with Kimonos and Hairsticks. What I see on here a lot is reblogs of that post of the girl with the forks in her hair. You know the one. 



Seriously though, you know the one I mean, the girl who’s complaining about how stupid people look with 'chopsticks’ in their hair. 

But you see…

These are Hair Sticks. Hair sticks look a LOT like chop sticks.

Sometimes you can’t tell whats a chopstick and what’s a hair stick (the above are hairsticks, though). 

These could be either one.

And that’s okay, because most Japanese people don’t care. They actually consider it kind of nice that people are interested in their culture. 

On to Kimonos! 

This one is mostly white girls complaining (as always). “Kimonos are SACRED TO THE JAPANESE OMG HOW DARE WHITE PEOPLE WEAR THEM?!" 

Guys, have you ever been to Japan? The people there literally try to get you to wear a Kimono at every opportunity. They like when foreigners show appreciation for their culture by wearing traditional garments. It’s not an insult to them, it’s a joy, and you shouldn’t be offended. The same goes for people with henna tattoos and and other such things. Culture was meant to be shared. 

Music is another common complaint. "you cant listen to, make or perform [musical style] because you are not [ethnicity]!”

Music is a world wide thing, it’s a unifying experience, and EVERYONE has the right to experience, make and enjoy music. I, personally, love Indian music, Native American flute music, rap of all kinds but especially done in Spanish (have you ever heard Daddy Yankee - Gasolina? It’s amazing!). Just because it’s from a different culture, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it, and don’t let ANYONE tell you otherwise. 

Hairstyles are also a big thing, and one of the things that makes me deeply ashamed of Tumblr, because you lot took to twitter en masse to attack a 14 year old girl over her hair, and that is not acceptable. For those of you who don’t know, Mallory Merk is a young girl who decided she would try Box Braids. She saw a girl wearing them while out on the town one day and said to herself, that’s awesome. I want to try that. She did, and SJWs became ENRAGED. Hundreds of black people from all over came to her defense, but it was too late, and Mallory just appologized for trying something new with her hair. That’s sad. Box braids, dread locks, buns, beehives, perms, mohawks…these things belong to anyone with hair. They may originate in a particular culture, but they are for everyone. Hairstyles are not sacred or protected. They’re fashion, they’re for those who like them. You do you and you don’t let people take that away by telling you you can’t.

There is on last thing on my list here, but its one that angers me. 


I need you to listen the fuck up, because this is important: No one, and I mean NO ONE, owns language. Language is fluid, language is changing, flowing, living and beautiful. To learn a new language, to use it, is a beautiful thing. 

Do NOT, EVER, tell someone that they cannot learn and use a new language. DO NOT tell someone they can’t speak a particular dialect, that they can’t use a phrase because they are the wrong color, from the wrong part of the world, have the wrong background, ect. Language is not a possession, it’s not something you can own. Language is beautiful, and everyone has the right to learn a new language, an old language, to use it and to make something beautiful with the words they are given. What you cannot do with it is twist it. You should not, knowing a language, twist and destroy words or give them new definitions to fit your own agenda, but learning and respecting a language? That’s something everyone should do. 

Sincerely, Lea.

So many people going through depression describe the pain they’re inflicted with like the dark that is in the deepest part of the night, and the sunrise is the breakthrough of their pain. I on the other hand, felt the complete opposite. When I went through a time of depression, I made it a habit to go outside everyday at sunset to sit and watch the transition of the sky. Everyday there’s an artwork above us unique to the day before, each as breathtakingly beautiful as the next. So much beauty in so many different forms, all fixed within the sky that covers us all. The sunset gave me so much comfort in a time of so much suffering. After the business of the day - this was the soothing of the chaos. It’s the time of day when everything starts to settle down. I would look at it and think to myself, the One who can paint such beauty in the huge sky, has the Capability to paint beauty in my life again. It didn’t feel impossible anymore. The setting of the sun reminded me that every day eventually comes to an end, just like the problems we go through in life will too come to an end. & that gave me so much hope. The colours in the sky, the broad, wide sky.. I share this sky with the very same people who inflicted me with pain. & this made me realise the Greatness of Allah, and the insignificance of my problems when I compared it to Him. The One who Holds the sky in place, the One who places an artwork in it every day, the One who is Protecting me, reminding me and always by my side.. is also Watching over the ones who have hurt me. We are under His sky. It is not our world. And this humbled me. And unlike some, I found solace in the night.. because the day reminded me of the long, tiring process I endured. The day and night just became a reminder to me of the good and bad times we experience in life; it’s always alternating. But the transition of the day to night, and night to day has a special, very short moment of magic; the colours emerged into a sunset/sunrise. It reminded me of the moments in life we cherish and only get once. They don’t last long, but they are extraordinary. And that is this the essence of this dunya. It can be very beautiful, but it is nothing else but temporary. To get lost in the pain we feel is useless for our purpose, because the world keeps moving with or without your consent; but to feel the pain, and understand it is what makes us grow. It makes us open our eyes to the bigger picture; appreciating the most beautiful things Allah has given us everyday that we take for granted. They say sad people only see what’s gloomy. I say, sad people who are conscious of Allah have an eye more open to the beauty of His signs. They are witness to the most beautiful things in life the average content person takes for granted. The pain inflicted upon the one who is conscious of Allah is the one who will see the real side of beauty in this dunya, and this is why they draw closer to Allah sincerely in times of hardship. They start noticing and focusing on the “little” things, which in reality are the biggest signs for us. It’s moment in life like this that are very painful, but give us the opportunity to grow to amazing extents. Our focus shifts, and hope stays alive in our hearts when it seems impossible for so many others to comprehend how we stay patient and strong.
—  Allahaljalil.tumblr.com

Angelina Jolie who has been considered multiple times one of the most beautiful women in the world, has Venus, the planet of beauty, pleasentness and aesthetic conjunct her ascendant of the sense of self, appearence and body. This planet is also however, squaring Uranus which can create shocking relationships or marriages,  high personal magnestism and an original take on beauty or appearence.


NATASHA ROMANOVA HAS OFTEN BEEN DESCRIBED AS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN ON EARTH ( if not the most beautiful ).   she is of slavic heritage,  & is a descendant of the late czar family THE ROMANOVS.   natasha’s beauty has been praised time & again both by those close to her & by the public eye.  however,  with such things,  there is always a caveat : such beauty is emphasized & magnified beyond proper balance,   & more often than not THE BLACK WIDOW is seen as merely a gorgeous woman who likes to sexually prey on men to gain their secrets.  but this couldn’t be further from the truth.

natasha’s attractiveness is not what she bases her existence & essence on.  it merely exists alongside her, & is one of her many facets.   & truly,  it is a facet that she can make do without, because it doesn’t matter that much to her.  but it’s what matters to everyone else.   whether knowingly or not,  they use her beauty to demean her,  to pigeonhole her into a set stereotype that really doesn’t even apply to her.  it’s a simple syllogism that they use:

All beautiful women use their beauty to take advantage of others.
Natasha Romanova is a beautiful woman.
THEREFORE: Natasha Romanova uses her beauty to take advantage of others.

logically sound, yes,  but content-wise it is completely fallacious.  natasha romanova is exceptional  —–  exceptionally beautiful,  exceptionally alluring, yes,  but not just those things.  she is exceptional because she is the best at what she does. the ONLY successful black widow,  the KGB’s pride & joy when they had her,  brutally efficient & cold hearted in her professionalism.  she gets the job done,  & couldn’t care less if her looks took a perpetual back seat.

but, of course, she still has her looks.  again, they’re a part of her  ———–  & one must remember that with natasha,  nothing is coincidence.  comic writers & artists have made sure of this,  & i think it is one of the most important things to understand about her.  there is no such thing as an accident when it comes to every living, breathing facet of natasha romanova.

& with that lengthy introduction, i’d like to jump right into these looks of hers,  & analyze the significance of the four most defining features on a person’s face: natasha’s EYES, LIPS, CHEEKBONES, & NOSE.  but before i do that,  i’d like to take a moment to briefly explain my reasons for choosing ANGELINA JOLIE ( exclusively during 2004-2006 ) as my main faceclaim.   angie has been described as & given the title of most beautiful woman in the world many times, & for good reason.  & like natasha,  her beauty has often been a hindrance in her career,  as described:

Clint Eastwood, who directed her Oscar-nominated performance in Changeling (2008), opined that having the most beautiful face on the planet” sometimes harmed her dramatic credibility with audiences.  ( wikipedia. )

how apropos. 

on another note,  it should be pointed out that natasha has very defined features;  chiseled cheekbones,  piercing eyes,  lips that stand out,  a strong nose, etc.  angelina has all of these.  in addition,  angelina has an entire breadth of looks & emotions that she can harness & portray,  which is so incredibly important for natasha to have,  because she is a very emotional being.  all in all,  i chose angelina because of how many unparalleled physical similarities there are between her and natasha.  & so, with that, let’s jump into breaking down these facial features.  i’ve used both images from comics, as well as images of angelina for reference:


PHYSICAL:   natasha has deep-set,  slavic eyes.  slavic eyes are usually considered to be ‘thinner’ than the average caucasian eye,  have a very stern,  wild look to them, are very expressive,  & are almost always accompanied by a high brow that gives them that deep-set, almost hooded look to them.   many would consider them to be ‘exotic-looking’, for lack of a better term.  natasha also has naturally thinner, angled eyebrows. 

SYMBOLISM:  as i’ve mentioned time & again,  my natasha has green eyes.  green is symbolic of wilderness,  of nature & vitality & dominance.  coupled with their shape,  her eyes are the quintessential feature that manifest her wild tendencies.      a high brow,  which is typically a very defining feature,  is often symbolic of intellect,  superiority,  regality,  & higher cultural learning.  it is also symbolic of natural pride.  natasha is a proud woman,  & rightfully so ; her silent pride is something that garners respect,  & aids in her natural affinity for leadership.       typically, thin / angled eyebrows are telling of a woman’s sensitivity, femininity, empathy, & even stubbornness,  all of which are traits that natasha possesses.


PHYSICAL:  natasha has naturally full, defined lips.  both top & bottom are plump,  though her bottom lip has more of a pout to it.  there is also a crease of sorts in the middle of her lower lip,  that further accentuates the plumpness of it.

SYMBOLISM:  full lips are an indicator of a person’s passion,  empathy,  & sensitivity.  the fuller the lips,  the more passionate a person is.   however,  there is also a sense of control that comes into play with fuller lips ; a sense of caring & dedication.  natasha is an extremely passionate woman,  driven by her convictions,  her anger,  her emotions.  however,  such things are always kept in check,  & only manifested when she wants them to be.  she watches her actions,  she watches her words.  though she is fueled by her passions & can wear her emotions on her lips,  those lips must first open to let loose what she dictates.    full lips are also an indicator of compassion,   of a want to mother,  & to care about others.  though natasha is alone,  isolated,  she also harbors a great love for children,  & has very natural tendencies to care for children & those in need.


PHYSICAL:   natasha has very pronounced, high cheekbones, which are,  again,  a slavic physical trait.  though they are on the sharper side & can make her cheeks look hollow in some lighting situations,  they can also appear very soft,  & can accentuate the rest of her face to appear rounder,  & more kind / gentle.

SYMBOLISM:  like a high brow,  high cheekbones are an indicator of intellect, nobility, & superiority.  high cheekbones have also been an enduring beauty trait through countless civilizations since the dawn of time,  & have been increasingly sought after in cosmetics.   when it comes to dominance,  the higher the cheekbones,  the more commanding one is of others’ attention.   natasha has always been a dominant person,  whether it be in seeking it in sparring matches at the old orphanage in russia,  asserting it over those who would proverbially ‘waste [her] time’,  or taking charge as a leader over the avengers.  natasha’s passion fuels her,  but her dominance is the vehicle in which she drives it.


PHYSICAL:  natasha has a smaller nose,  a strong & straight bridge that symmetrically connects with her strong / high brow,  & a slightly up-turned tip.  her nostrils are on the small side,  & her nose overall is lean, & can appear long.

SYMBOLISM:   strong bridges are a mark of confidence & knowledge,  small nostrils are often indicative of those who are more reserved in their personal, frivolous ambitions,  & lean noses often belong to those who prefer to be alone & independent from the aid of others.  though not much is truly known of what kind of education natasha received in her early years,  we know that she’s very street-smart,  knows a thing or two about classic literature,  as well as history  ( despite her soviet upbringing ).   natasha is a very confident woman,  fully aware of her own capabilities & fully aware of what she must do with them in any given situation.  likewise,  natasha knows that she works best when she is alone, in isolation,  & does not need the help of those around her to sustain her own wellbeing.

coming soon:  body / physique.

This is the part of the story they don’t tell you:

After the deed is done, the words are said, the Beast—newly de-cursed into a shining specimen—turned to Beauty with eyes both smoldering and soft.

“Oh, Beauty,” the Beast says. “Marry me.”

And Beauty—Beauty… Hesitates.

“Oh, Beast,” says Beauty. “I do love you. But my answer is as it always was. I cannot.”


For you see: the Beauty and the Beast is a Cupid and Psyche story given fresh, hirsute skin.

It is about transformation and love. Not so much what transformation love can perform but the ability love has to allow space for transformation in the soul (to allow our eyes to transform into eyes that see the soul).

(“How can the gods meet us face to face till we have faces?”)

But in the old Greek myth, it is not Cupid who changes. It is Psyche, the human beauty given butterfly wings and a godly status to be by the love she won through trials unfair and desperate.

It is a much needed vision in a world that is unfair and desperate.

But what does Beauty get? Beauty gets a barren, forgotten kingdom with only servants for company - servants that spent too many days as dishware (in some versions), or move with invisible bodies and speak with soundless voices (in some versions). Beauty gets a husband who has changed only in skin. The Beast always matched the world step by step for unfairness and desperation. Beauty gets the same life she was offered in her provincial village, except a little grander.

Beauty is asked to set roots where she was planted (held like a caged bird) by the men in her life.

(But this is True Love grown from what is underneath the surface, you say. Remember that the Beast wasn’t born to unfairness, I say. His childhood was gilded and unlocked until a witch came along and turned the inside out. Beauty is Savior, not Changer.)

Are we expected to believe that Beauty doesn’t realize this? Is this what we’re supposed to expect from Beauty? The woman that dared to love something beastly? That looked danger and death in the eye and did what needed to be done anyway, for the love of her father? The eccentric that asked for a branch as a gift? The girl that devoured books? Are we really expected to believe that all this time she tore through stories like a wild thing but was only looking for an Epic Romance?

No. Beauty’s strength comes from her love, but Beauty’s love doesn’t come from being stifled, from being kept from the wide world of adventures she longs for. That kind of love can’t live forever behind armed citadel walls. That kind of love starves for experience and meaning, and stories are a kind of piecemeal placeholder that keeps starvation at bay but only encourages the nipping, twisting hunger.

Are we really expected to believe that there was nothing - absolutely nothing - in that rich prince’s library that would aid her? Either in the sweeping landscape of her life or in her situation of being held captive by an angry, very hairy man? No histories of the place with the key to its secrets, no magic spells, no deep esoteric philosophies? These are the things beauty would eat whole with breakfast each day, these are the things that would give her gossamer wings and make mortal men fear the sight of her.

The Prince, in making connections and establishing relations for his newly awakened country, would’ve done better to ask for Beauty’s help than her hand. With time and training, she would’ve made a grand ambassador. Or adviser. Or… The possibilities are there.

But the Beast says, “Marry me,” and in it is doom. In it is suffocation.

That is not to say that popping out babies and wifely duties do not make for a noble life. Those who desire it are welcome and admired. Beauty has watched the life around her and knows it’s a hard job, especially in this medieval, patriarchal world. It is brave.

But Beauty has resources. Beauty wanted a branch that touched her father’s hat on his way home instead of jewels or trinkets as a gift. Beauty is not cut out or accustomed for normality, as brave as that calling might be. Call it exceptional, call it spoiled.

It was never truly the Beast that had to transform, that had to be freed from a curse. It was Beauty.


Beauty is given gold, the best carriages, and unconditional protection and affection. The only things she takes are her most prized books and the world.

Beauty goes and sees what beauty the world can offer back to her. She might, when she grows tired and homesick and has drunk her fill of the brimming cup of life, concede to The Tale As Old As Time.

But between there is growth and decay, living and dying, trusting and yearning, and finally finally finally quiet. Peace.

Beauty begets beauty. But Time must take place before the tale can grow old. This is the part of the story they do not tell you.

anonymous asked:

Honestly I hope we can grow to become great friends one day. I really admire you Kate and though we've only connected some through tumblr I feel a kindred spirit in you and you have such a positive spirit and I love that. From the things you share here on tumblr to the love I see you spread to your other followers your blog is like this safe place for me and I always feel welcomed and I just want to say thank you because you are beautiful and God has given you such a beautiful heart. 💛

this is the absolute sweetest thing oh my goodness. i am so honored that i’ve been able to make you feel this way. you are always welcome here! and if you ever feel like it, shoot me a message or something. i’m not the best conversationalist in the world but i’d love to say hi and be friends! sending hugs to you. 

A MONSTER CALLS by Patrick Ness ★★★★★

By Patrick Ness, Jim Kay (illustrator), Siobhan Dowd (Conception)

Young Adult / Middle Grade

215 pages / Published 05.2011


The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.

But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting. He’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…

This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.

It wants the truth. (Official Synopsis)

Recommended for:

  • Absolutely everyone… but seeing as how I should put in some effort to be objective I will be more specific:
    • A beautiful, beautiful book that speaks about grief and loss, with respect for (younger) readers. While reading it is simple enough as middle grade books tend to be, the matter at hand is not, and the author doesn’t patronize, only guides carefully and tactfully through the heaviness
    • Perfect marriage of words and illustration – the words would have been enough to make this a beautiful book, but the illustrations made it pluperfect; the eerie sense of calm and foreboding was like getting lost in a dark fairy tale – which made the story’s ending (the climb out) dazzling

There are books that we finish now and then that leave us with an ache in the heart. Maybe a gentle yet probing throbbing in the head, and maybe even a vague sense of longing at our fingertips to do something, anything, that might soak in more of the beauty that exists in the world. That was result of my reading this beautiful work of art, A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness and illustrator Jim Kay (inspired by Siobhan Dowd).

It is a wonderful thing that even as adults, “Middle Grade” books like these can affect us so deeply – perhaps even more deeply than our younger counterparts. Is it because life has given us our fair share of lashings that the dents and cracks we see in ourselves can let in the kind of light that comes in the form of sadness? Of grief, loss, dejection…? There is a tender beauty to all pain it seems, the more I grow and learn in this world.

A Monster Calls is a book that captures all this. It introduces us to a new way of perceiving our greatest fears, and speaks honestly and almost with brutal simplicity about the darkest places in our minds and hearts. I do believe it is the true mark of an artist to transform something so… complex and human into a simplicity that lets in light like this. Really, all I wanted to do after finishing this was say thank you to the wonderful people who invested vulnerable pieces of their selves into bringing this timelessly relatable book. From the ingenious concept of Sibohan Dowd to the words of Patrick Ness, to the perfectly illustrated atmosphere executed by Jim Kay, I couldn’t think of anyone else who would have done this better. I am sure this book will bring comfort and courage to many more people.

One of the most perfect books I’ve read in my – these are the books that keep me so desperately in love with books.

I get so pissed off when people see a couple where the chick is really hot and the guy isn’t, and they’re quality comment about them is “Oh I bet he has a lot of money. Because obviously she could do better.” Maybe she is just not as fucking superficial as you are. Maybe she’s just more mature, because she has been with super good looking guys before, who had no personality at all, because they think their good looks are all that matters and therefore they don’t even appreciated her and acted like there is someone better waiting around the next corner at any given moment. Maybe she feels like she won the lottery because his looks are exactly her thing. Maybe “being hot” according to societies’ ridiculous beauty standards isn’t the only thing that floats someone’s boat. Maybe he is funny, kind, genuine, smart, adventurous, caring, confident and the only thing you’re able to point out is that he doesn’t look like a Hollister model, and following your logic he has to be rich to keep a hot girl entertained. Please do the world a favour, grow up, shut the fuck up and mind your own business.

anonymous asked:

are you still accepting requests? can you please write one about jungkook? the three words are: secret, guilt and regret. thank you so much xx

i haven’t written a scenario in a while lmao :) hope you enjoy 

this is less a story about falling in love than just a story about falling

the way it goes
rated e for enter the angst
word count: 1,180

01. secret

Tell me a secret—tell me a secret that breathes between your bones, the one that sneaks by the dark places in your mind and slips through the tendrils of your dreams, spinning around the finest threads of your imagination and haunts you like the night haunts the day, the dusk haunts the dawn, the Moon haunts the Sun so much so that it chases the Sun across the sky every single day. Tell me the secret that curls into the heart of your lungs and squeezes till you can’t breathe, till your thoughts give way to the temptations of desires, the one that you tuck into the deepest pockets you own on the pair of pants you’re never going to wear, the one you’re going to put through the shredder like your last lovers letters.

Everyone has one, so tell it to me.

I once fell in love with a boy and it killed him.

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Some things to remember
  • Your feelings do not ruin other people’s days
  • Feelings in your body do not have to become thoughts in your mind
  • You can always kill yourself tomorrow
  • You can acknowledge that things are scary and do them anyway
  • When you stop trying to control everything, the world keeps spinning. You are not as powerful as you imagine, but brave beyond your wildest dreams.
  • You are allowed to feel anything - that feeling will not hurt you or anyone else. I promise.
  • You are an emotional person, and that, my love, is beautiful. You feel so deeply for everyone. You ache for the sadness and unfairness of the world, you are enraged by injustice and heartbroken by others pain. That is absolutely beautiful. It has given you an almost unrivalled empathy, a passion and drive matched by few and an unrelenting hope. For you are as easily brought to tears by the sheer kindness of humanity, as you are by it’s ability to destroy itself. You are curious and constantly trying to understand because you feel it all.

Your emotions are beautiful. 


It was Ramadan of 2010, after my freshman year of college. After 18 years, I had come to the masjid, willingly, eagerly, without being told. I wanted to change. After many ups and downs in the past years and a spiritual awakening of sorts, I found myself ready to make this Ramadan different from the rest. The imam starts reciting. As we delve deeper and deeper into the Qur’an, I hear the sister beside me start to weep, her body starts shaking besides me. But Why? I didn’t get it. It was just taraweeh. It was just Qur’an, right? Little did I know in that moment, though, that her tears, her shaking, was a crumbling of her heart from the power of God’s words, which at the point I could not understand. But afters seeing her like that, night after night in Ramadan, a fiery passion began to grow. I wanted to break and crumble from the power of the Qur’an, too. I wanted to understand God’s words too. I wanted to be an active listener, an active receiver of His words, too. I wanted to learn and comprehend and transform every time I stood in salah, too. 

And so the journey began there. It began with a passion, with a yearning, with a realization that I had spent 18 years of my life doing everything but seeking to learn the one thing that could be the means to my salvation in this world and the next. I found myself begging Allah to help me understand His words, because there was nothing I had heard that was more beautiful. There was nothing that I had read that was more beautiful than it. There was nothing that was more life changing than it. 

Almost five years later, I am so humbled and grateful to Allah for opening the doors for me to study His book in this capacity. It truly is a gift that He has given and I pray I am able to appreciate every moment of it and make the most of it. The Qur’an in and of itself is a gift, it’s a huge blessing to us and any opportunity to read it or to study it- whether that be through a local halaqah group or tafseer circle or through programs like Bayyinah etc- it’s truly, truly a blessing and an honor. May Allah make us people of the Qur’an and allow any knowledge that we seek in regards to it, be a means of transformation and betterment of our own selves first and then allow it to transform our communities and societies at large, Ameen. 

For full list of Reflections, please check out: Journey of a Dreamer