human being from the beginning

anonymous asked:

Why was Dean acting like an ass to Cas in season 6?

Don’t worry about it, though. We’ve all been there, and especially me. 

So, I won’t get into this a lot because season 6 has been discussed so much - some meta bloggers, like @elizabethrobertajones, even have weirdly specific tags for it (hers is ‘we don’t talk about season six’, which I always assumed was a veiled threat and, as it turns out, she thinks it was a very romantic season and we don’t discuss it nearly enough). 

There are various theories about how this season was built, and one of them is that it was supposed to turn Cas for good - to make him into an enemy and then eliminate him from the show, if I remember correctly, so the general consensus seems to be, Why wasn’t Dean more of an ass to Cas in season 6? This was a narrative centered on misunderstanding and miscommunication, and from Dean’s point of view, Cas was acting like a demented Callahan type for no reason, which, given angels were (they still are, but back then it was particularly noticeable) the most powerful creatures Dean’d ever encountered, was incredibly dangerous, not to mention unpredictable. Dean should have wanted to take Cas out just to be on the safe side, and if it had been anyone else, he would have done it. But, of course, deep bond and stuff. Even after Cas’ done the unforgivable and hurt Sam, possibly for good (protect Sam: remember that’s Dean’s genetic imprinting, and he steamrolls over both friends and enemies to get that done), Dean still has enough empathy and affection for Cas to come clean about his own feelings, and to try and help Cas, or even save him, if he can. That, I think, is unprecedented?

Something that doesn’t come up a lot as a reason why Dean was so awful to Cas during this season (and therefore, what I’ll focus on here) is how Dean constantly refuses to see Cas for what he is - not a human being, but an unknowable, alien, otherwordly creature

Now, from Dean’s perspective (at the beginning of season 4), angels are not monsters, or things he hunts, or things that exist in the real world; they are, instead much more close and personal than that. They are a cherished memory of his mother, and they are, therefore, an emotional concept which symbolizes peace and being safe and thinking that things could, one day, be alright. This is thrown into particular sharp contrast if we compare Dean’s religious beliefs to Sam’s - we know that Dean doesn’t believe in God, and therefore angels, and that he doesn’t pray. So, for him, angels really are this intimate, childish thing he’s allowed himself to cling to all these years: his mother’s voice, full of love, biding him goodnight. And when Cas shows up, it’s painfully clear that Dean takes his very existence personally, and he’s not at all happy with any part of it. Cas is important in the narrative because he sort of ‘pushes’ Dean out of his comfort zone; he challenges him, and makes him feel out of control in a life where Dean’s fought so hard to be in control at all times (because someone had to be). In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cas’ overt sexual aggressiveness was planned for exactly this reason - because Dean’s been written as bi from the start, and yet this is a part of himself he keep a tight rein over, and Cas’ behaviour very nearly shatters all that. We’ve seen Dean’s uncomfortable with being flirted at, and he’s uncomfortable with anyone being too close to him (in every sense) and Cas, in this sense, is a nuclear reaction. All those secrets Dean’s fought so hard to protect from his brother and Bobby and everyone else - now there’s someone who knows them. All of them, including what he really thinks about himself and the shameful things he did in Hell and how they made him feel. And the fact Cas was always in Dean’s personal space was partly meant, I think, to symbolize this intrusion into Dean’s mind and soul. 

(It must have been terrifying, really.)

And the thing is, out of all the possible responses Dean could have to this gobsmacking, life-changing revelation (that God exists and angels exist and one of them saved him from Hell and is now following him around), what Dean chooses to do is extremely revealing: he starts treating Cas like a human

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Goddess of Love

Summary: From time to time you have walked the earth, looking for some fun, and why not, love. The 21st century welcomed you with a friend and that friend’s friend. Anyway, I suck at summaries.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, language.

A/N: I changed the request a bit, from siren to goddess. Whoopsies. I’m a huge nerd for ancient mythology (Roman and Greek mostly) so yeah. Ever since that Supernatural episode when all gods got together I thought that it was a great idea, anywyay, I hope you like it <3

Ever since the day you came to Earth, you knew you were something else. You had the shape of a human but you were far from being a mere one. From the beginning, you were told you were different and people had made you feel like that. If there was a way to describe you, “the fairest of them all” would have been a good way to do so, but truth be told, you were not exactly a princess. In fact, “goddess” would be the correct term.

Every once in a few centuries, you walked the Earth just to have that glimpse of decadency that humans adored so much and every once in a while you’d fall in love. It was almost a ritual for you and it filled your days with momentary and empty joy. That until the 21st century.

You knew there were other gods walking among humans and you decided to pay them a quick visit. That was how you ran into Thor, but his heart and mind were occupied with someone else, and you didn’t want to screw that up. You had your principles and you respected them as if they were law. Along with the Nordic god of thunder came his step brother Loki, but you didn’t really fancy him. What an arrogant douche bag he was.

But Thor had even more company with him, only these were humans. The first one you met was an also very arrogant man called Tony Stark. He was charming, and he seemed blown away by you, but you were not sure if it was because of your natural ability to enchant people or if his feelings were honest.

You were flirty by nature, but you knew how and when to stop pretending, and so you did, but Tony’s ministrations to you were non-stopping. That was the moment when you realized that everything he said he felt for you was true. You decided to break down the news about your true self over some alcohol.

“You should know,” you said calmly, “I am a goddess.” You played with your own little glass with some human beverage that tasted incredibly good. Whiskey they called it, and they had perfected throughout the years.

“No shit you are.” He laughed heartedly, taking the glass of whiskey to his lips.

“People used to call me Venus… but I find the name rather old fashioned. I’ve been (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for quite a while now and I prefer you calling me like that.” You smiled widely at his natural surprise. “Why do you think I get on so well with Thor?”

“So…” Tony said after a long silence, “is it true that you were born from the sea foam?” He shook his head lightly, trying to seem normal.

“Yes, indeed.” You nodded, chuckling lightly at his question, people’s usual reaction tended to be about your age. “But it’s been quite a while since then so I really have little memories about it.” You shook your head. “I’m guessing you don’t remember the day you were born either.”

“No, not really,” he let out a breathy laugh, “were you ever a kid? I mean, I remember studying ancient Greek mythology in school, but it said nothing about it.”

“No, I was born like this. I don’t remember any of my acquaintances ever being a child,” you shrugged, “I guess we were not meant for childhood as you, humans, were.”

With time, you and Tony got serious, but even though he was cool with dating the Venus herself, he still had some problems with your natural charm. You were instantly loved by everyone you met, men and women equally. It wasn’t like you were making them fall in love with you, the same way you didn’t do with him, but it was just part of your nature. You didn’t ask to be made like this.

It wasn’t until one of his usual parties where you were taken almost against you will, where things got really problematic between you too. He, of course, had drank more than his fair share and you were just exhausted. Thor sat next to you, with a beer in his hand and observed how everyone got drunk, and you two were specially watching how Captain America tried to get drunk with all his willpower, but the poor man couldn’t be any more sober.

“How do you manage,” you sighed, “to be a god and yet have a normal, earthling like, life?”

“You and I rule over different things, Venus—sorry, (Y/N).” He corrected himself. “My power comes from nature or… nature comes from my power, but yours… you rule over people’s hearts… that’s gotta be hard, and I wouldn’t even wish it upon my cruelest enemies.”

“You make it sound like a curse,” you exhaled, “and it is, really.” You admitted after a pause.

“It’s a great weight to carry upon your shoulders, but I’m glad you found someone like Tony to cope it with you.”

“You’re a good guy, Odinson.” You turned your head to him and smiled. “I wish the other thunder guy I know was half as good as you are.”

“Oh there you are!” Tony exclaimed, stinking like alcohol and trying to hold your hand. “My two favorite freaks!” You dreaded the word, and the minute it spilled out of his drunk lips, you pulled your hand away. “Don’t get all prude with me, (Y/N). I know what game you’re playing.”

“Tony, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You stood up and with your heels clacking on the tile floor, you moved away from him, but he stepped in front of you and cut your way.

“Tony—” Thor tried to intervene, but he was interrupted.

“No, no. Don’t try to defend her.” Tony pointed at him. “I’m sure she must have tricked you with that thing of hers, right?” He cocked an eyebrow at you two. “I’m sure she must have tricked everyone in this room, or am I wrong? Because if you ask me, they all look at you as if they were undressing you, (Y/N).” As much as you tried to walk away, you couldn’t. Tony moved along with you and the feeling of being observed by everyone made you very self-conscious and nervous. “You’re not going anywhere, ma’am.”

“Tony Stark, let go of me.” You grew angrier and embarrassed in equal proportions, in your years of existence, nobody had dared to treat you like that. Worst thing? He wasn’t giving up. “I’m not gonna say it again.”

Next thing you know, Tony is grabbed by his collar by Thor and thrown away as if he was a feather, only he didn’t fall as gracefully. He groaned on the floor, as he rolled over the broken table he had just fallen over. The son of Odin walked to you just to see if you were alright but you were in such shock that you were barely able to pronounce a word. He walked you outside the common room and everyone got immediately sober by the strange scene that just happened before their eyes.

Thor took you to his bedroom to calm you down. He poured some of the beverage he always brought to the parties and handed the glass to you. Your hands were shaking and you could barely take the drink to your lips. Your eyes were fixed on the amberish liquid, but your companion soon interrupted your bewilderment with his deep voice.

“That was unacceptable!” He brawled as he paced in the room. “I have never seen him acting like this!”

“Thor, calm down…” You mumbled. You knew he was as calmed as he could be. You have heard the stories about the wrath of the son of Odin, and his counterpart Zeus was capable of very much the same things. You sighed heavily and drank the content of the glass in one big sip. “Can you take me somewhere else?” you asked after a long silence, shaking your head lightly. “I believe Tony has a lot of properties along the country and I really couldn’t stand to stay the night in your room… I’m sure Jane wouldn’t agree with that.”

“She would understand,” Thor gave you an assuring smile, “but if you’re worried about Stark, I’ll take you wherever you feel more comfortable.”

And with those words, Thor secretly took you to one of the cars that Tony kept in his garage. Even though you wanted to stay as away from him as the Earth could allow, you didn’t want Thor to feel obliged to drive you there. You knew how to do it, and in case you got stopped, you could always get the cops off your back. Thor wished you a safe journey as he embraced you in his big arms. You assured him you’d let him know when you got there, and so you left.

Almost a whole two weeks went by before you got any news from Tony. The man himself had appeared at your front door, or his, by midday. You were in a silk robe that you completely forgot you had. You spent a lot of time at the tower and so most of your clothing was wither there or at your own place. He looked like shit, but as it was still his house, you moved aside to let him in. He asked you to sit down in the sweetest voice you had heard, and you knew immediately that he was sorry for how he had acted.

“(Y/N), first thing is that I’m very sorry for what happened that night.” He started. He was sitting on the white couch and you patiently observed him from the other couch in front of him. “I shouldn’t have said that and I feel terrible because I know I hurt you.” He kept looking at his hands, and you were trying to keep a straight face, but deep inside your façade was crumbling apart. “I said awful things, and I definitely deserved that from Thor. But I never meant to hurt you… I love you, baby.”

“You know,” you gulped, “in the many years I’ve been on Earth, I’ve never felt more embarrassed for being who I am—”

“And I shouldn’t have made you feel like that, (Y/N).” Tony hurried to say. “I am an asshole and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that…”

“You were drunk.” You said coldly.

“That’s not an excuse, (Y/N), and you know that.” He was right. You were not trying to justify his actions, but you were trying to make him realize that point. “I’m so ashamed for what I did, and… I got it coming, really. I deserved being thrown away by Thor.”

“That’s not what this is about,” you exhaled heavily, “you treated me like a whore, Stark. As if I was the lowest thing in the world. I am not that.”

“You’re right! You’re not one, and I…” his voice cracked, “I just shouldn’t have said that. I mean, you’re seriously the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, and… I don’t want to lose you. I’ve lost too many people to let you be on that list.”

He got up from “his” couch and got closer to you. Your body tensed as he kneeled in front of you; he intertwined his hands over your knees and looked straight at you, like a lost puppy looking for home. It was hard for you not to fall over it, because you had lost track of the times you had lost arguments over it.

“I want to know if you’re ever gonna accept who I am,” you finally said, trying to avoid his eyes, “and the good and bad things that come with my nature, because if not… then I guess I should leave.” You placed your hands over his to put them away from you.

“No!” He said abruptly, holding your hands and your gaze. His jaw trembled. “(Y/N), no… don’t leave. I know you don’t believe shit of what I just said, but I mean it. Every word.”

“Well, then…” you inhaled sharply. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me, big time.” You conceded with a cold voice, but a bit of a smile on your lips. “Because I’ve missed you like hell, Tony Stark.” You leaned forward to gently kiss his forehead. “I love you, and the next time you dare to treat me like that, I’m gonna send a friend’s doggy and it won’t be as nice and forgiving as I am.” You gently threatened, making Tony let out a breathy laugh. “I’m not joking.” His laugh ceased and he looked up at you with his eyes widened. “Ok, I was joking.” You giggled and leaned in, this time, to crash your lips on his.

need to rant plz don't mind me I'm not looking for discussion just ranting

I swear this series will never stop haunting and destroying me….

So the last mother fucking episode of Na***o (I censor it for my own sake) is Hin**a’s wedding…again…why..did she not get an entire MOVIE for her and her selfish love??? Now the last episode is dedicated to her god for saken wedding…
That’s not even the worst part… I did this mistake of scrolling the tag and immediately starting crying

Sakura.. the fictional character who got me through some of my hardest school days. She inspired me so much and it kills me to this day seeing what’s become of her and this series I once loved.

Every single time I think she can’t be hurt anymore, that there’s nothing more they can do to destroy her..
I’m proven wrong every time! They show her watching all the happy couples while she is completely alone…& the only “comfort” she gets is a letter from Sasuke with the word congratulations on it..meant for N & H….. that’s what she blushes and smiles at…that’s the final scene she receives in this series.
How can anyone human being who watched/read this series from the beginning be truly ok with this scene and just overall ending… it’s pure evil and beyond cruel… Sakura the main heroine in the series, who has overcome so much and basically been sad since the beginning…she didn’t get to have a happy ending (call it what u will guys that’s no happy ending and that’s coming from someone who loved Sasuskau at a time) it’s miserable and it hurts me.

To think Hin**a the side character who really never had much to offer to the series besides holding an immense love/obsession for Nar**o got an amazingly happy ending meanwhile Sakura the actual heroine whose character actually impacted the series in many fucking ways is left with the worst ending I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t wish this ending on any character.
and we all know it doesn’t get better because she then has a child and is left to raise it alone while everyone else is a couple raising there’s just like the creators truly despise Sakura and want to make her suffer in any way possible..& I know it’s just goddamn fiction and I’m insane for caring so much but it really does hurt me deeply. I loved this character so much she really was and sadly still is important to me so whenever I see how miserably she is treated and continues to just hurts…

it hurts a lot and I wish I can wake up one day and not give a fuck…

okay end of rant..

Today is the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia, and Biphobia, so let’s bring awareness and celebrate with some animation LGBTQ+ history! This look back shows how far representation has come, from stereotypical beginnings to the fully-realized human beings, although there is still a lot of progress to be achieved.  


The character Lexington from Gargoyles (1994-1997) was intended to be gay. Greg Weisman, the series creator, was not permitted to explore that character’s aspect.

anonymous asked:

who ever said that so called "unborn lives" are alive?

Life in the womb

Straight from the embryology textbook:

A zygote [fertilized egg] is the beginning of a new human being. Human development begins at fertilization, the process during which a male gamete … unites with a female gamete or oocyte … to form a single cell called a zygote. This highly specialized, totipotent cell marks the beginning of each of us as a unique individual.

There are many references to confirm that life begins at fertilization

What is the unborn?

The most important thing that hasn’t been addressed here is the big picture which puts this topic into perspective so that we have a greater view of what is really occurring every single time fetal life is rationalized, questioned, or considered less than human. 

A conversation between Kris Vallotton and a Jewish business man:

“What do think about abortion?” 

‘’I could feel the tension growing in the plane. I dropped my head, acknowledging that we had very different value systems for our lives. Then I thought of a way to respond to his question.

“You’re Jewish, right?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said defensively. “I told you I was!”

“Do you know how Hitler persuaded the German people to destroy more than six million of your Jewish ancestors?” The man looked at me expectantly, so I continued. ”He convinced them that Jews were not human and then exterminated your people like rats.”

I could see that I had his attention, so I went on. “Do you understand how Americans enslaved, tortured, and killed millions of Africans? We dehumanized them so our constitution didn’t apply to them, and then we treated them worse than animals.”

“How about the Native Americans?” I pressed. “Do you have any idea how we managed to hunt Indians like wild animals, drive them out of their own land, burn their villages, rape their women, and slaughter their children? Do you have any clue how everyday people turned into cruel murderers?”

My Jewish friend was silent, and his eyes were filling with tears as I made my point.

 “We made people believe that the Native Americans were wild savages, not real human beings, and then we brutalized them without any conviction of wrongdoing.

Now do you understand how we have persuaded mothers to kill their own babies? We took the word fetus, which is the Latin word for ‘offspring,’ and redefined it to dehumanize the unborn. We told mothers, ‘That is not really a baby you are carrying in your belly; it is a fetus, tissue that suddenly forms into a human being just seconds before it exits the womb.’ In doing so, we were able to assert that, in the issue of abortion, there is only one person’s human rights to consider, and then we convinced mothers that disposing of fetal tissue (terminating the life of their babies) was a woman’s right. Our constitution no longer protects the unborn because they are not real people. They are just lifeless blobs of tissue.”

By now, tears were flowing down his cheeks. I looked right into his eyes and said, “Your people, the Native Americans, and the African Americans should be the greatest defenders of the unborn on the planet. After all, you know what it’s like for society to redefine you so that they can destroy your races. But ironically, your races have the highest abortion rates in this country. Somebody is still trying to exterminate your people, and you don’t even realize it. The names have changed, but the plot remains the same.”

Finally he couldn’t handle it anymore. He blurted out, “I have never heard anything like this before. I am hanging out with the wrong people. I have been deceived.’’

We have made a huge mistake when we aren’t realizing who is a human. A human is a human. They matter. This isn’t over. There is hope. We can still spread the truth to the world of the value of their lives. Anyone can take steps to shift collective thought in redefining ‘’human’’. 

Dinner || Rafinha Imagine

There were moments like this that had you nervous and feeling butterflies all over your stomach. Moments like the one where your boyfriend Rafael Alcantara, known as Rafinha, wanted to introduce you to all the Barça players. None of them knew of your existence except for Marc, and that was because apparently Rafinha let it slip in a conversation between the two.

  Rafinha and you met when you almost crashed against his car in a parking lot. You fangirled, he laughed, he made sure you were okay since you were nervous over the whole situation going on and he made sure to ask for your number in a subtle yet authentic way. Wanting to make sure you made it to your house safe because you were so nervous and shaky that he was concerned you might crash for real because of it. One message led to two daily messages and eventually led to speaking to each other in a daily basis and you visiting a few games at Camp Nou. Of course, you two were just friends when all of that happened. It wasn’t until a few days ago where he decided to ask you the big question and you couldn’t say no to him.

Rafa was funny, caring, sweet, a gentleman, and an extraordinary human being. He was there for you from the beginning and he has not changed his way of treating you, except of course, that he added the flirting and teasing about things more evident until it led to this.

Tonight was the celebration for Suarez’ Golden Boot award and most of the FC Barcelona players would be there. Rafinha had asked you to go with him so he could introduce you, but unfortunately you were stuck in traffic and wouldn’t make it in time to Rafa’s house, change and go there, so you told him to head to the restaurant and that you’d catch up there later.

“I could wait for you. I don’t mind” he said over the phone and you shake your head even when he can’t see you.

  “I don’t know how long I’ll be here. I don’t want you to miss anything because of me…”

  “I’ll miss arriving with you and seeing their faces when they see me with you” he says and you smirk.  

“Show off” you tease. “Haven’t you considered that getting there alone and them seeing me when I get there after would shock them a bit more? Make them believe you are still single?” You tease. You hear him hum at the other side of the phone and then he chuckles.  

“Alright. If you think that plan will work, I’m in. I hope I don’t get stood up in this” he jokes and you mock him.  

“I’ll be there as soon as possible, I’ll let you know, okay?”  

“Esta bien, princesa. (Alright, princess) I love you” he says, throwing you a kiss over the phone before you two hang up.  

It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that you get home. Rafa had left not long ago to the party so you started to get ready with a good shower before staring at the small part of Rafa’s closet where your clothe was hung on.  

You decide to go with a small, black suit. It had shorts and on both sides the material continued down to your legs, leaving your legs exposed on the back and front but not on the sides. You place your golden choker around your neck, step into your high boots and you are ready to go to meet up with your boyfriend and his teammates.

  Its not long until you arrive at the Casanova Beach Club. You don’t have much problems with the security since your boyfriend seemed to have mentioned you’d be arriving later, and you are thankful for that idea of his. You step into the place and look around, spotting the football players. Not like it was hard to spot them, they were being loud and laughing and one of those was your boyfriend which you grin at. As you make your way there, you notice Neymar hit Rafinha on his arm while looking at you and you need to hide the smirk that wanted to come up your lips.  

“Dude, what-”  

“Look at that one over there. She was grinning as soon as she spotted you” Neymar says to Rafa and he arches an eye brow. “Hopefully she is not meeting up with anyone…” he says eyeing you.  

Rafa decides to turn to look at the direction you were coming from and he smiles, eyes getting small as he chuckles somewhat nervously. “Actually, she is meeting up with someone…” Rafinha says and he pushes his seat back before standing up and turning towards you. Neymar and Samuel look at each other questionably before looking at Rafinha.

  “Hey” you say softly as you approach your boyfriend. He was grinning like a little kid during Christmas Day and it warmed your heart.  

“You look absolutely stunning…” he says eyeing you from head to toe and even making you spin for him after he took your hand in his. “Come on, let’s finish shutting Ney up” he says with a smirk before turning to the table where everyone was surprised, at least the players. Except Marc, he knew this was going to happen probably. Their wives and girlfriends were just smiling at both of you.  

“Hermanos (Brothers), this is Y/N, my girlfriend…Huge fan of us, but obviously more fan of me than you guys” he says, adding his cocky behavior to joke around.  

“Nice to meet you, guys. Don’t listen to him, he is being himself” you say with a roll of your eyes playfully. You were blushing already a lot, but after you spoke, Rafa chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek.  

“Oooh, someone that won’t go with your ego plans. I like her already” Neymar jokes.  

“I’m sorry, but when did we missed that important detail?” Suarez asked and Rafael chuckled and shrugged.  

“Didn’t want to say anything until it was official and things were settled” Rafa answers and gives your hand a soft squeeze.  

“Congratulations on your award, Suarez. You deserve it” you say smiling at him.  

“Gracias (thank you), Y/N” he replies smiling.  

“Anyone else noticed that Marc is not even slightly shocked that the kid got a girlfriend?” Samuel questions playfully and all eyes turn to Marc while your boyfriend is looking for a chair for you to sit besides him.  

Marc shrugged before he spoke, “I knew it because he let it slip in a talk we were having. He tried to take it back and I just knew there was something going on so he eventually told me after five good minutes of trying to lie” he says and Rafa comes back chuckling.  

“Can’t blame me for trying.”  

“Blaming you for not telling us” Sergi teased and Rafinha chuckled.  

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t got rejected before mentioning her” he says as you sit down, and he sits besides you, placing an arm around your shoulder.  

After a while from everyone paying attention to the two of you, everyone went back to talking to their small groups and eventually would speak to you and Rafinha. Except for Neymar and Samuel who were the closest to the two of you.  

“I will never forgive you for not telling me you had your princesa already” Neymar teased and Rafinha rolled his eyes playfully while you giggled.  

“You would’ve scared her away.”  

“If you didn’t with that ego of yours-”  

“My ego had her falling for me” Rafinha jokes.

  “Is that even true, Y/N?” Samuel asks and you smirk.

  “Well…Besides that, it was just his way of being in general. And his smile of course” you say and you look up at Rafinha just to find him looking at you lovingly, making you blush.  

“You sure? I mean, his abs beat his smile and his face” Neymar jokes and he and Rafa laugh.  

“Have you been checking me out?”  

“Bro, we change clothe in front of the other. I’m not blind. You have nice abs and a sexy V line” Neymar says and Samuel and you start laughing.  

“Looks like you have some competition, Y/N” Samuel says and you nod your head as you giggle.  

“Apparently, but I’m ready for it. I still get to sleep with him” you tease and Samuel drew out an oh as he looks between Neymar and Rafinha.  

“I also sleep with him…On the plane, on our way to games. I got him first. Minha Princesa” Neymar says, winking at Rafinha, who rolls his eyes and scoff.

  “You are terrible making my girlfriend jealous of you” Rafa says and slaps the back of Neymar’s neck.  

“Niños (Kids), can you behave or do I have to ground you both?” Suarez questions and you laugh. “I’m sure, Y/N doesn’t want to end up babysitting the two of you.”  

“Already on my way there with this one” you say to Luis with your thumbs pointing at Rafa and you all laugh.  

“Wow, are you even my girlfriend?” Rafa asks and you grin before he leans in to kiss you softly which you return happily. You can hear Neymar teasing and making kissing noises along with Samuel while you heard a few aww’s from the player’s girlfriend.  

The night went by pretty well, the food was fantastic and so was the dessert. Messi spoke to you for a while, asking you about your life and general things to keep a conversation. You had a few talks with Anto and Carol through the night about simple things, as well as with Sofi. They were all so nice that you were already getting fond of everyone. Rafinha would every now and then kiss your cheek and place his hand on your bare thigh, feeling your smooth skin as he talked with the players making you blush.  

It was time to go then, and you waved goodbye at your boyfriend’s teammates as they left.  

“We hope to see you during training sessions, Y/N. Don’t let Rafa keep you away from us” Marc said which you smiled at.  

“I will be there for the next one. I promise.”

  “You are all terrible, you will scare her away” Rafa groaned playfully.  

“We are the best people to talk to her about you. You are just afraid we say bad things about you or see your other side” Messi teased and you laugh.  

“So there is another side of him?”  

“Come to training session and you’ll see” Messi says and you laugh as you look at Rafa who was chuckling.  

“I’ll get my payback, Leo.”  

The player chuckled before you all leave. You and your boyfriend go back home in your respective cars because you came in separate ones. He would be driving close to you to make sure you made it to his house safely since it was late in the night and he didn’t like it when you drove around so late. You both park your cars in his garage and step out.  

“Did I mentioned you look gorgeous tonight?” He asks, arms going around your waist and pulling you close after you got inside the house.  

“Not even once” you tease and he arches an eye brow.  

“I can change that” he says before leaning into your ear, “Te ves hermosa (You look beautiful)” he whispers, causing goosebumps along your skin and a shiver to go down your spine.  

“You need rest for tomorrow…” you say, hands being placed on his hips as you look up at him.  

“I can rest afterwards…” he whispers before leaning to kiss along your neck, his lips moving against that sweet spot that he didn’t had trouble finding.  

It was taking everything in your body to not give in into his arms and let him take over you. “Can we watch a movie before? Soon you are leaving and I won’t be with you until you are back” he was going to leave to Mestalla for the Valencia game after tomorrow. Even though you knew it would be just for a day and a half, you’d still miss him as always.  

Your boyfriend sighs at your requests, eyes opening to show those amazing brown eyes that would get you lost in them. “Anything for my princesa, but you owe me” he voices with a smirk, nudging his nose against yours.

  “I’ll be happy to repay if you are still awake” you tease and he pulls you flush against him making you bite your lip before he chuckles and picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you laugh.  

“Rafa get me down! My suit-” it was tight against your body and you didn’t want it to be torn just like that.

  He doesn’t do anything though, except tossing you on his bed but he stays on the edge. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move” he says as he points at you. You roll your eyes before he disappears into the bathroom.  

The two of you shower and soon you are both in bed with your backs against the headboard. Rafa brought a bowl full of popcorn and you had the drinks. He was setting up everything to watch Civil War, a movie you both went to watch in your first date.  

“I remember when you got there that day. You were all nervous and quiet” he says, eating his popcorn.  

“Shut up” you say giggling slightly. “Its not a common thing to go on a date with a football player and someone like you” you admit and he eyes you.  

“By ‘like me’ you mean all the things you told Ney about me?”  

“Yeah. I mean, its that. and the fact that I got to date one of my favorite players. I was still processing everything and just scared…”

  “Why scared?”  

“Because, you know, I thought it would be something that wouldn’t last. That it was just a temporary feeling from you…”  

“You thought that?”  

You nod your head lightly and he frowns before setting the bowl to a side and pulling you into his arms, your back resting on half of his chest.  

“You are my fan, right? I know you all find a way to count how many girlfriends we have and imagine things” he says and you both chuckle. “You do know I have not been with many girls. Along the relationship, things got complicated for some reason. That’s why I held back from asking you to be my girlfriend after a few dates. I wanted to make sure that you understood and accepted things. Knowing that you liked me as a footballer was a big plus, because you knew of the things I can get through in my career and even then you still accepted everything and agreed to be my girlfriend” he says and kisses your temple. “I knew I finally found someone that I could be with for a long while without worrying about anything.”  

“You never have to worry about me doing something that would hurt you” you admit, the movie now just some background noise that eventually it faded from your sense of hearing because of Rafael. “I could never do that to you…” You admit before you smirk and he eyes you, “You only have to worry about me not crashing against anyone” you joke and he chuckles.  

“Wouldn’t want that to happen. That’s how we met and I don’t want anyone else to fall for you and get your attention.”  

Its your time to move and face him and you shake your head, “I could never fall for anyone else if I got you. It would be a really, really, stupid move” you admit with a small chuckle. “Besides, where else can I find a pretty smile, pretty face, pretty body, amazing abs and a sexy v line?” You joke and he laughs, eyes squinting as he does.  

“I guess Neymar is right on that.”  

“And your personality is a big plus” you say, making gestures with your hands.   “You are crazy.” He teases before leaning forward and placing a kiss against your lips which you hum into before you both pull away.  

You cuddle closer to him, his arms going around you as you take the popcorn bowl and place it on your lap. You two watch the movie and eat the popcorn through it. You were so comfortable in his arms and under the sheets that you were the first one to fall asleep and not long enough, you feel some movement in the bed and hear the movie sounds stop. Rafinha moves you carefully to not wake you up and gets you yo lay down comfortably on the bed before he follows with one arm resting around your waist and his body close to yours and you both fall asleep just like that. You had one more day to spend with him before he had to go to training in Mestalla, so you will have to make the most out of tomorrow to enjoy his company.  

Note: Woohooo! First Rafinha Imagine is finally here! I still owe another one which I’m working on but here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated and if you have a request or anything just let me know!

Lawful Tease

Word count: 2534

Author’s note: I have a thing for both Derek and suits, so Derek Hale in a suit? YES. Also, for some reason I find Derek Hale as an attorney even hotter. I hope you will like this short imagine as much as you liked the ones I posted so far! And I’m thankful for the support I’ve been given, I love you people <3

Today, when I arrive to college, the first thing I notice is how big a crowd is hoarding in front of the building of Faculty of Law. I spot some of my acquaintances among those people too, which makes me confused—what are they doing there? They are supposed to come to Criminal Psychology 201 with me, not Criminal Law 301; apart from them I also spot my two friends on campus—one of them is a Chemistry, the other a History major. It doesn’t take me long to decide whether to approach them or not; I nearly immediately start walking towards them to ask them about this. I clutch my books to my chest as I join in to the crowd squeezing through the door leading into the institute.

“Hey,” Allison greets me as soon as she glimpses me among the sea of people. When I’m within an arm’s reach, she takes my hand to pull me over to them.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, taking a look around. I feel like I’m on a festival, waiting for the music band to appear onstage.

“Haven’t you heard?” Lydia asks. I shake my head.

“One of the law professors is absent today—as far as I know, he’s gotten sick—so the university asked an attorney to come and be a sub-teacher for the time being.”

“So?” I ask, still confused. I really can’t get what the whole fuss is about. This is just an attorney. I say as much, to which Allison snorts.

“Not quite,” she confronts. “He’s one of the most successful attorneys in California; he was even mentioned in a top ten list in a magazine.”

“Also, let’s not forget that he’s ridiculously hot,” Lydia adds, scanning her eyes over the people around us. “Some of us is even ditching classes just to be able to see and listen to him.”

“Clearly,” I comment with a touch of sarcasm tinting my tone.

They just snicker and I shake my head at them, proceeding to walk away to attend my class, but they grab my arms and pull me in with them. I don’t even have time to protest. It doesn’t take long for us to find the lecture hall, and we take three of the few seats that are still vacant. A constant low buzz of talking engulfs us as we arrange our papers, notebooks and books on the desk. Figuring I won’t need anything related to psychology, I put my book away into my bag.

I take a look around to survey the area—it’s filled to the brim with pupils, some not even a Law major; I’m not one to speak, though, because I have little to nothing to do with law, too.

The murmur is only muted when the door at the bottom opens and the attorney strides in—but as soon as that happens, the conversation instantly dies out completely. I can practically hear as the girls’ jaw drops.

The man scans his eyes over the crowd before saying, “I’m happy to see that so many people are interested in law. It’s definitely more than when I was a student myself.” His tone makes it obvious that he’s not at all oblivious to the real reason people are here. A round of snicker runs through the lecture hall, and the attorney walks over to the gargantuan blackboard, ever so slowly. Grabbing a chalk, he writes ‘Mr. Hale’ on the surface.

“My name is Derek Hale,” he continues. I’m sure many of these people have already been aware of that piece of information. “Since this is my first time jumping in as a sub-teacher, one of you may want to clue me in what you’re learning about at the moment.”

“Homicides,” comes the immediate answer from some girl sitting up-front. Derek’s face and posture suddenly changes; he takes on a tad more rigid stance—a moment later I realize it’s because he situated himself as a teacher. There is a thick book of law behind him, laying in the middle of the desk he’s now leaning against, but he doesn’t take it—he doesn’t need it. He only takes a few seconds to organize his thoughts before beginning to speak.

“Only a human being can commit a homicide. One does so when unlawfully he kills another human being. The two categories of homicide are murder and manslaughter.” Derek reaches for the collar of his two-piece suit and adjusts it in a swift motion before grabbing the edge of the desk on the two sides of his hips. “A person who accidentally causes a fatal car accident because they lost control on black ice and killed a child is still considered to have committed ‘homicide’, but is not punishable as long as it is proven that it was a truly, tragic accidental car wreck.”

Two girls sitting in the row before me whisper into each other’s ears and giggle.

“While ‘homicide’ is a word carrying a criminal connotation to the layperson, from a legal standpoint it is merely the ‘unlawful killing of another human being’ and may not the punishable.”

Derek sets off from the desk and begins pacing the platform that is his territory. “A human being commits murder when he commits a homicide with malice aforethought, an ‘endangering state of mind’. There are four ways to satisfy the element of malice.” He approaches the blackboard once more and takes a chalk again. He turns to us. “Does anyone know what are these four ways?”

There is silence in the room. I know the answer—I learnt it for my Criminal Psychology class, but I’m wary of speaking up. Lydia, however, nudges me with her elbow. I shake my head at her, but she aggressively asserts her will as she puts her hand up, saying, “She knows” while pointing at me. My cheeks go red as soon as Derek’s intense pale green gaze settles on me.

“Oh?” Derek asks. Even from so far, I notice as the corner of his mouth twitches because of a suppressed smile—this is only because I decided to wear my glasses this morning. “Can you tell me what are they?” I swallow the lump from my throat.

“One is an intent to kill and is the only form of express malice. The remaining are implied malice,” I say. Derek is nodding along as I’m speaking. “One is an intent to inflict great bodily harm. A third is a reckless disregard for the value of human life, sometimes called depraved heart. The last only applies when someone dies during the commission or attempted commission of a felony. It’s often called the felony murder rule and only requires the person to intend to commit the underlying felony.”

“Exactly,” he agrees. He writes the mentioned four ways on the board, while adding, “Usually, a person only commits first-degree murder when he has express malice. If he has any other type of malice, he usually commits second-degree murder. Does anyone know what the two degrees refer to?” When no one signs they would know, Derek’s eyes find me again. “Do you know?”

“First-degree murder is proven when malice aforethought accompanies ‘willful, deliberate and premeditation’ of the criminal homicide.” Derek can’t help the smile this time, which looks… satisfied, somehow. “Since it’s the harshest degree of murder in terms of sentencing and societal punishment, a first-degree murder must be especially premeditated. Premeditation is the time and capacity to appreciate the enormity of the evil imposed. It involves weighing the pros and cons of ones own actions, and allowing one to think calmly, rationally and thoughtfully. A planned event, with a design to maliciously murder another human being, such as a gang member planning a contract murder or a serial killer outlining the steps to kidnapping his next victim, are committing premeditated acts when, if caught and charged, usually are proven to have committed murder in the first degree.”


“He shall be granted acquittal if he can prove with a doctor’s report he has some kind of mental disorder. This is called A.C.I. for short.”

“Very well,” Derek nods. He sets the chalk down and takes off the jacket of his suit, which he hangs on the back of the chair behind the desk. He crosses his impressive arms over his chest, the white material of his button-up shirt adorning the bulging muscles in his upper arms. Without flicking his eyes away from me even for a fraction of a second, he walks closer to the rows of desks. “Can you tell me then what second-degree murder is?”

“Second-degree murder, initiated by any other crime which satisfies the general malice aforethought whereas ‘malice is merely implied’.” A full-teeth smile splits his attractive features. Derek turns around to approach the blackboard again, however, his eyes stay on me for as long as they can, turning his head along with his body in the last second.

“Voluntary manslaughter is the lesser charge of homicide, lesser than murder. American society has come to understand how a loss of self-control, brought about through emotional states, can push a person toward murder when it is not rationally intended.” He writes ‘self-control’ on the board before going on. “Voluntary manslaughter, although punishable, is an intentional, malicious form of homicide that involves certain elements to justify this lesser charge. The ‘Heat of Passion’ and ‘Cooling off Period’ are subjective justifications that are argued in court, by us attorneys, based on circumstantial evidence and establishment of motives where proof of a crime may not be fully ascertained.”

“Can you tell us an example?” asks a girl. Derek leans against the edge of his desk once more, a hand fixing his scarlet tie.

“In one of my cases, the man walked into his bedroom and saw his wife having sex with another male, who happened to be his lifelong rival, and he reacted harshly; he grabbed a nearby gun and killed both of them within a matter of minutes.”

There is silence in the room for a while, which is broken by the chalk knocking against the hard surface of the board. Derek is writing, ‘Does the defendant have legally adequate provocation to have lost control?’, then comments, “This is the most important question that an attorney has to ask themselves. And remember: insulting words alone cannot justify legally adequate provocation.”

“What does, then?” comes from the back of the lecture hall, from a guy.

“Think about reasonably adequate provocation in terms of a stressful trigger to a loss of self-control,” Derek answers. “According to the law, insulting words, or words alone, cannot justify a trigger of criminal homicide. Your lover cannot all you a name, thereby making you justified in killing them. The legally adequate provocation must go beyond insulting words to events, situations and circumstances that surprise the defendant and trigger them to lose any sort of reasonableness without time to think through the consequences nor weigh the pros and cons.”

“What will the jury do then?” the guy asks.

“In this way, a court may establish a defendant, originally charged with second-degree murder, to have been legally adequately provoked to commit the unlawful act of killing another human being making his crime less punishable, but still punishable. Therefore, voluntary manslaughter results in a lesser charge than murder, but more than involuntary manslaughter.”

“How is it determined?”

“A psychologist is asked to attend the court to tell whether the testimony is adequate or not. But that’s none of your problem, that’s why we have Psychology majors here after all,” he adds, with just a tad of irony in his voice. I figure it’s because he suspects there are Psychology majors here as well—and he’s right.

“On involuntary manslaughter,” he says, getting back to the original subject. “Although it is unintentional, the law requires proof beyond a reasonable doubt of some form of malfeasance or misfeasance. Malfeasance is considered to be any dangerous, unlawful act—felony—, misfeasance includes any act, even lawful, that is criminally negligent—misdemeanour.”

“Back to the acquittals,” another guy chimes in. Derek makes a sweeping motion with his hand, indicating for the pupil to keep talking. “A man with more personalities would be convicted?”

“Schizophrenia is a mental disorder, so they would obviously not be,” a girl interjects. This time, I speak up without a second thought.

“The discussion is about DPD, not schizophrenia,” I comment, making Derek smile that half-smile again that has only been present on his face when I spoke up. I can feel his gaze burning into my skin as I talk. “Schizophrenia is about being delusional and seeing and hearing things that are not there. Dissociative Personality Disorder is the name of the disease you are looking for.”

“What are you, a Psychology major?” she barks back at me. Quickly thinking of the consequences if I say the truth, I opt to lie.

“No, I just like to read. It’s common knowledge, so no one has to be a psychologist to be able to tell the two apart.”

After then, instead of arguing with me some more, she rather chooses to hunch to make herself as small as possible. Derek has tilted his head forwards at some point to try and hide his amused smirk. Once his expression is schooled, he speaks.

“With a psychologist’s official report, he wouldn’t be arrested,” Derek answers. “but sentenced to an asylum.”

He checks his watch then, announcing that the course is over for today. Every single person stands nearly at the same time to try and leave, with some exceptions who want to stay to talk to Derek. Although I’m not among them, I end up being the only one who has that privilege—because I’m the only one Derek beckons over to himself. He startles not only me, but most of the girls as well.

I approach him, weaving my way through the sea of people that’s going in the opposite direction as me on the stairs. Once in front of him, Derek ushers me to turn around, our backs facing the rows of seats.

“Part of my job is about figuring other people out,” is what he decides to open with, and I immediately have an idea of what is coming next. However, I only nod to his statement. Derek continues, “My level of success is also highly dependent on how well I can spot a lie.”

“Yes,” I say, going for appearing as casual as possible.

“You are not a Law major, are you?” I bite the inside of my mouth, which seems to be enough for Derek as an answer. “I’m just curious how you knew all those despite you’re not learning law.”

I shrug easily as I say simply, “I already said so; I like to read.”

And with that, I leave him alone at the lecture hall.

Derek POV

The next time I go to give a lecture, I’m astonished to find that I’m missing that girl from yesterday. And what surprises me even more is that I experience something I would never have thought I would ever encounter—being bored with law.

What has this girl done to me?

Rewatching Being Human (UK)

And I realized that even from the beginning Mitchell really did love Annie. 

Annie is upset, go make Annie feel better. Annie gets attacked, stand up for Annie. Annie makes shit tons of tea, let her do it because it makes her feel normal and happy. 

He really has always been drawn to Annie and loves her. More so than George I always thought.

Kim Namjoon: An extremely talented, handsome, and smart man that has done nothing but care, thank, and apologize to ARMY.

Why does this beautiful human being get so much hate?

Namjoon has been my bias from the beginning and it has never changed because I love him with all my heart. Even if he’s far away, I still care for him and want to protect him as much as I can just to make sure he’s okay.

People who hate on him have no right to call him ‘ugly’ and 'untalented! Because he has been through so much to get to where he is now! My baby matured to be such a handsome and talented being that I cry because I’m so proud.

Why can’t people see that he’s just as amazing as everyone else?

How the fuck can someone call themselves ARMY when they go around hating on the leader of the group? How the fuck can someone hate on someone who apologizes to his fans about everything even when he fell, something he can’t control?!

Have you ever thought about how that can effect him?

Every time I hear him say that he hopes that tomorrow will be a better, happier day it makes me sad because all I want to do is comfort him from all of the disrespectful assholes that dare to call themselves ARMY?

I understand that not everyone in ARMY has Namjoon as a bias but that doesn’t mean you can go around throwing shade about him like its no big deal!

All I’m asking is that you treat him with more of the respect and love that he deserves. Please, send him love spread this around, and participate in #weloveyouNamjoon

Thank you.

The monstrous forces of scientific industrialism and global politics that have been born into modern times were conceived at the time of the shattering of the symbiotic relationships with the plants that had bound us to nature from our dim beginnings. This left each human being frightened, guilt-burdened, and alone. Existential man was born.
—  Terence McKenna in Food of the Gods p. 63
Ash vs. Emotions

Ive heard arguments for both for and against this and I felt the need to get this out now because Ash is a extremely important character to me and so when I feel his character is done dirty I need to talk about this.

One of my major problems with the Kalos League (besides the obvious) is how Ash, on a emotional level is given no attention whatsoever, even up till the climax theres no care in how he’s reacting to anything at all for me. I mentioned it before but yes it does bother me that Ash pretty much had no significant reaction to losing 

Ive heard folks bring up the Greninja Arc as an argument, saying how because Ash had developed and learned to not let losses effect him/not obsessed with power/winning he shouldnt have any negative reactions whatsoever to him losing. On the one hand, yeah I understand that fine and that is consistent characterization, but on the other hand emotions dont work like a light switch, you can’t just turn them on or off whenever it’s convient, and maturity doesnt mean you arent still prone to negative thoughts, emotions feelings, etc. Because that’s just simply being a human being, and ill get back to that in a sec.

Right from the beginning it was clear that the Kalos League put all the emotional focus on Alan because he’s basically the main character of XY now and so building up his character for the TF arc stuff made more sense to the writers, it’s his baggage with Sycamore, his strained relationship with Manon, his dynamic with Lysandre that’s put on the forefront, and in the case of Manon is what ultimately led him to victory. 

Ash though? He’s pretty generic and you dont feel like you’re really watching the League from his perspective most of the time, it’s weird to explain but it’s like your an outsider looking at Ash rather then seeing it through his eyes (this is weird to explain but watch the Sinnoh League and how everything led up to his confrontation with Paul and i think it would make more sense). The most we get is his relationship with Sawyer, because that actually has some emotional roots because it tied back to how he acted during the Greninja arc, and the consequences from there get resovled when they have their battle, Ash was determined to show Sawyer “the real him” that he deserved and I thought that was pretty cool, but like I said, that’s pretty much it. There’s also the fact that his battles at the League were mostly skipped because they dont matter (but lets make sure Alan’s first battle is shown) and there was no continuity references (an overall problem with XY) because honoring Ash’s history doesnt matter.

Even in the filler League episode that was about character depth and development, guess who the lion’s share of that went to? Alan and most TSME related characters (Lysandre, Manon, Sycamore, Malva). And what did Ash get?We got an explanation (but not really) for Ash-Greninja, and him making his usual “lets do this team!” speech, before having a talk with Lysandre (which at that point is basically more TF hype). The fact that he shows no amazement or even really mentions he’s going to the finals IS a big problem that I have honestly, because it makes light of Ash’s accomplishments and makes it unintentionally seem like he doesnt care that much and that brings me to the finals..

I don’t even feel like I have to to mention just how “nothing” Ash and Alan’s relationship is honestly, it certainly didnt have the emotional gravity to really feel like a bonafide final challenge for Ash besides the fact that Alan just being really strong and physical challenge for him to overcome. Alan is nothing more then a strong opponent to Ash, they havent interacted off the battlefield. Again though, emotionally Ash means a lot more to Alan then the other way around, from his narrations he sees Ash as some weird outlet to vent his frustrations by finding fun in battling him because everything else about his life sucks right now, and for Alan that makes sense but again, it’s not a interesting two-way dynamic.

And then finally there’s the loss, the loss that didnt really effect Ash in anyway. Like I said earlier just because he’s had his growth doesnt it mean it wouldve been completley ooc for him to be looking the least bit melancholic, not front of Alan of course but maybe in the locker room by himself, maybe wistfully starring at Greninja’s pokeball with Pikachu comforting him before getting back to his usual spirits. This is not a huge thing im asking for, I just want some validation that these constant League losses actually matter anymore, that Ash truly wants to do better and achieve his dreams because right now I dont get that feelings whatsoever, and that’s so weird to me considering how well he done, he was the runner up but I feel like the narrative doesnt want us to even care. I guess you could make the argument that there’s simply no time for emotional focus because, once again, Team Flare’s arc takes precedent (seeing the problem here)

Im not saying other characters arent allowed to take the forefront of the show over Ash from time to time but I still want the writers to care about having Ash’s role/goal not being totally disregarded for that focus.

All I can hope for now is for XY to do the BW thing and try and salvage Ash’s emotional investment in his dreams after straight up acting like they didnt matter and shove it all into its last episode(s).

Im glad Ash can walk away feeling satisfied by the battle Alan gave him and not harbor any negative feelings towards the guy, im not just not happy he gives no apparent fucks at how he failed again, how ‘broke’ the promise he gave to his mom, how he failed his Best Wishes self who made a solemn vow to achieve greatness and victory after a Saga of setbacks, none of that matters because Ash’s character right now doesnt matter, and to me that’s a huge injustice to him.

Sexism, Religion, Rights, Tradition: But not an Afghan Woman

I picked up a book titled “The Underground Girls of Kabul” a few days ago. I’ve read a lot of poems, but none as raw and honest as this touching piece. 

“When there is need, I stand beside it. When there is risk, I stand in front. When there is sorrow; I grab it. When there are rights, I stand behind them. I would love to be anything in nature, but not a woman. Not an Afghan woman.” 

Through this amazing book, I could see the lives of other women, women who are struggling to receive an education, women who are craving for their own basic rights. Women who are taught to stand behind decisions without question, who do not have a say in anything they do or they risk punishment. Women who are treated like objects, and not human beings from the very beginning of their lives. Through this book, I learned that mothers loathe daughters not only because of the gender sometimes, but the inevitable pain she knows her child would one day go through, the torment no mother would wish upon her child. It saddens me to feel helpless and pains me to think that somewhere out there, a baby daughter is being loathed because of the organ between her thighs. 

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I’m still completely in shock that I met The Color Morale. They’re music has always helped me a lot of focuses on REALLY important things. I’m not lying when I say they are the sweetest human beings on earth. Right from the beginning they were smiling and welcoming. Devin asked right away how I was. Garret thanked me numerous times for coming and buying their new album, Hold On Pain Ends. I was shaking and smiling the whole time but I couldn’t feel more at home with them. I never would’ve imagined I’d get to meet them. Have them compliment me shirt because it was a super old TCM shirt that my older brother had given me. Or laugh with me because I accidentally skipped Devin and Steve thinking they’d already signed the CD. or garret being so incredibly nice and outgoing as he was. I’m still in awe and I’m so proud of them. Hold On Pain Ends is for sure my new favorite album. Thank you all for being a part of my life and helping me when I needed it. Thank you for reaching out and singing about so many important issues. I can’t wait to see you guys live again.

I have lots of feelings, and I don’t know how to process them. The ending was truly beautiful. I want to personally thank every single human being that worked on this tiny little webshow from the beginning and all of the people that joined the carmilla family after season one. Thank you for this. Thank you for touching so many lives. Thank you for giving queer representation on a show without hyper-sexualizing it. Thank you for giving us action packed, funny, suspenseful, heart wrenching, exciting plots. Thank you everyone. Words cannot express what this show means to me.

❧ Introduction bit that no one really cares about.   

I honestly cant believe I’ve reached this number. When I first made Riv. I was certain I wouldn’t get ten followers let alone over a thousand. So, when I looked over & saw that follower count one day I thought, oh my god, it’s that time again. To appreciate those wonderful human beings. So, if you’ve stuck with River from the beginning, through the two month hiatuses, weeks late replies & crippling moments of self doubt, OR if you’ve found this account only recently, but stuck around nevertheless & made my tumblr experience that much more enjoyable, thank you & this is for you.

                 ❧ Bit we all actually care about. 

The Baes (aka people who brighten my day.)

whole-armies-turn-and-run / thexriverxisxeverywhere | all-she-had / the-lady-oneill | the-man-above | notamonstxr | waiitress | lasxgne | mistressmxleficent | ameliaeverafter | pondelistic | jxnetfraiser / pxrdoned| helenxmagnus / ariapxnd | xsapereaude / wineandworlddomination | oflungbarrow / drinkingsand | wildmoored | braxiatcl / explosiivepersonality | ithinkyoufoundsomething | mcthering | themistressofwhat | spoilersandguns

People who make the dash prettier. 

andromedafound | hopefulsound |  crxella | mxdam |  ofthiievery  | narglewitch / kcdavra | nevercruel-or-cowardly | silenceweapxn | drummxng | withabox | fightingeldergods | timesvigilante | iammiighty  | nimphisms | viiduam |  crossedthewall | villainofthisstory | reinexblanche | alsahcr | phxraoh |  queenofwire  | koscchei  | ask-xi | iclearupyourshit  | differentfacesameman |  ofwhitechapel | qxill  | herroyaldarknessmortemisms | donttakeorders |  wednesdayswithclara  |  indyflanery |  herateleia | bxrnqueen  | bxthory| wiickedly | batteredoptimist |  neckerchiefsandmagic | xraveniisms | edhelernil  | bossyandclever | inaetxrnum | porticosdaughter | tenthdoctor-allonsy | misireneadler | xaedificare

* If I missed people ( & let’s face it I probably I have )
 I’m so sorry. It doesn't mean I don’t appreciate you!