Haters are acting like Rey finally dressing her age (20) and embracing her sexuality is wrong. Apparently, a "strong female character" can't show cleavage or she's a hoe. -_- They want to keep her that little girl that was abandoned on Jakku fifteen years ago. That don't want to accept that she's a grown woman with a fully developed body or sexual desires. It's disgusting and completely sexist.
Yes, I find the kneejerk resistance to any suggestion that Rey is expressing herself sexually really weird and gross. Some people flagrantly misrepresented my post as being about Rey making herself sexually available to Kylo Ren, which I find completely ridiculous. Expressing yourself as a woman isn’t the same as throwing yourself at a man, and if anything we’d be seeing any attraction between Rey and Kylo through the female gaze rather than vice versa. Being a sexual being doesn’t make a woman a passive object that only exists for male pleasure.
And the whole discourse about this has got ridiculously over-inflated. It’s just a tight-fitting top. It’s not like they put Rey in a skimpy bikini.
Spencer Reid x Reader - Friendship/comfort. Kind of?
“You want me…. to come….” Spencer’s words trailed off, unsure he’d heard his best correctly the first time around.
“To the abortion clinic. Tomorrow.” Y/N was sullen, seeing the shock on his face had made it all seem real. The judgement she was so scared of facing briefly crossing his face before he managed to check it. She’d been planning on going alone until an hour ago when she’d been reading support forums. They all said the same thing, the same thing the nurse and the counsellor had told her at her first appointment. To bring someone for support if she could. So she’d turned to her best friend, turned up on his doorstep with a request, blurting it out before she lost the nerve.
“Who’s…. Who’s….” again his words trailed off, making her completely regret this.
“Forrester’s,” she replied naming an agent from the New York office that up until recently she’d been seeing. She expected the next question before it even left his mouth.
“Does he know?”
“No,” Y/N shook her head, watching Spencer’s expression change again. “And even if he did, it wouldn’t change my decision.”
“Y/N, that’s someone else’s child inside your body. You can’t just….” he stopped, suddenly seeming to realise how he sounded. And she got it, she understood. She knew Spencer wanted children of his own but didn’t think he’d ever be in a position to be able to have them. She knew what he was thinking right now but she’d hoped that he’d have been able to push that aside to be able to support her.
“Spencer I can. And I’m going to. Not because I hate Forrester for breaking up with me or anything like that. This isn’t to spite him. I just can’t do this right now.”
“I could help you!” He looked at her with a gleam of hope in his eyes, almost pleading with her to change her mind. “I could support you. We spend enough time together and I know we’d make great….”
“No!” Y/N interrupted his desperate flow of words. “I know that I’d have all the support in the world but I just don’t want this. The timing isn’t right for me. I don’t want to take a break from my career, I don’t want to give up everything I’ve been working towards. This is isn’t a snap decision for the me. I’ve thought long and hard and considered all my options. This is my body, it’s my life and it’s my choice. I want kids Spencer, some day. But not now. It’s not what I want.”
“If I had a child right now, I’d love it yes. I’d take care of it and I’m sure I’d be a great mom. But there would always be that part of me that resented it. Because this isn’t right for me now. I don’t want to bring a child into this world that isn’t 100 percent wanted. So please don’t make me feel guilty about my decision. I came over tonight because I was hoping for support tomorrow. Not judgement, not you trying to change my mind. Because it can’t be changed. You’re my best friend and I need you right now. Will you come with me?”
She looked at him, her resolve set. And then in the tiniest flicker of his eyes she saw that his was too.
“Y/N… I can’t. I don’t think you should do this.”
With a sad expression on her face she nodded, turning on her heels and leaving his apartment.
She hated this. From the moment she’d walked through the door she just wanted to leave.
Not because she was changing her mind or regretting her decision, but because of the almost accusing looks she received from the other women in the waiting room. So much for sisterhood.
She couldn’t understand it at first, they were all here for the same reason. And then when the next woman entered the room, giving her name at the desk, Y/N suddenly did understand it completely. Because she stared too. It was inane curiosity, simply wondering what had bought them to this room. What had made someone consider this option?
Y/N knew her own reasons, her own story. But she knew that like every other woman in this room she was questioning what the others story was too. Was it something horrifically tragic? Were they just not ready? Were they going to be one of the percentage of people that climbed up onto the bed, and then ran kicking and screaming from the room, being unable to go to through with it and resigning themselves to a different fate.
The door opened again and everyone looked to see who the new arrival was, perhaps to start mentally making up a back story for this new person, to maybe try to make themselves feel better about their predicament. Or maybe to just distract themselves.
It wasn’t a woman this time, it was a man. An extremely tired looking man with ridiculously messy hair. He scanned the waiting room spotting her immediately and making his way over, and despite herself, Y/N smiled.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Spencer said as he reached her. She patted the plastic chair next to her and he slid into it.
“It’s okay,” she told him.
“I was stupid, and judgemental. And literally the worst friend ever. Everything you said was right and I was so very….. ”
“Spencer, it’s okay.” Because it was, it really was. He was here now and that was what mattered. He had come through for her.
so i went out today with my mom to just spend time with her and we went to the mall, went to bath and body works just to smell all their scents and smell the candles. well we get really excited smelling stuff so we tend to be like, “omg smell this!” a lot. well this girl came up to us and said sorry but she heard us and wanted to know the candle we were smelling because my mom and i both thought this certain candle didn’t smell all that good. so we were talking to her and smelling candles with her and laughing. her friends came over also and was smelling with us and talking to us. NOW EVERYONE THIS GIRL…..SHE WAS SO PRETTY OMG. LIKE HONESTLY I WAS SPEECHLESS LOL. i really wanted to compliment her but i got so shy and honestly i wanted to become friends. she was so sweet! BUT I COULDN’T DO IT. SHE MADE ME SPEECHLESS! idk i just wanted to share with you all because i’m serious, she was beautiful and i regret that i didn’t compliment her! really wanted to make her day!
Maggie watches Alex from across the bar, laughing with Kara, Winn and James and Maggie sighs softly, wishing she could be in with the joke. It’s not that she’s not friends with them, she is, or she’s getting there at least. Ever since she’d said those words to Alex, the I’m here for you, but as a friend, things had been…strained. Alex, and rightly so, had distanced herself from Maggie and although things were getting back to normal now that Maggie had proven how much she wanted to be there for Alex as a friend, had told her how much she wanted her in her life still, things were not like they used to be. And Maggie regrets it, with every bone in her body. She regrets those words and she regrets all the things she said, but only to herself. She regrets not saying things louder, not saying things to Alex. She hates how she’s too afraid to really voice her feelings, to tell Alex that she likes, god she likes her so much and that kiss was probably the most she’s felt in a while, that god she wants to kiss her again, she wants to hold her, she wants to tell her she’s beautiful and strong and amazing, and if she’ll have her, Maggie would do her best to make things up to Alex, to show her how much she cares for her as more than a friend. As so much more.
But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything. And Alex is smiling, and laughing and healing and Maggie is falling apart at the seams, but she smiles. She smiles when she sees Alex search the room for her, eyes softening as they fall on Maggie, a small nod to check she’s ok, a nod from Maggie and a half hearted smile to try and make Alex think she is. But Alex cocks her eyebrow, because Alex knows Maggie too well, knows she’s not ok, but she leaves it because she also knows Maggie won’t want to talk about it in the middle of the bar.
She’s right because Maggie doesn’t want to talk about it, so she just smiles, again, takes a swig of her beer and sets up the pool table again, pretending she’s practicing just to make sure she beats Alex one day, but pool isn’t enough of a distraction. It doesn’t stop the thoughts from swirling round her head. It doesn’t help the way Maggie thinks back to that kiss, the way she’d lightly touched her lips with her finger, the taste of Alex’s lips, of fresh air and spearmint lingering on hers. The way she’d faintly tried to stop Alex leaving.
Also, if you’re following my Tumblr, this is not about you, even if we’re partners ;)
When discussing my identity
I am brown because white people don’t want me
I am not wanted
My therapist said
“Why are you creating your story around who doesn’t want you?”
I want you
Our bodies press together
It’s almost magic but,
Your lips are white, your
Body is wanted
In most ways that it
Your lips are as much poison as they are balm
Our hearts beat
And I am torn
From the whiteness that is my mothers judaism
That she does not want
(That is ok, but. I want it. The religion isn’t white like her skin)
And the brownness of my father
That he won’t claim
He tried to beat it out of himself
By beating my mother in her whiteness
To steal it from her skin
The bleach of whiteness
My ancestors live in their pain
My pain, I feel them, I feel it, the fists on skin to escape your own, I am
She is wanted. So wanted
Her skin is browner than mine,
Her lips, my god
There is nothing more magic
Than kissing another brown trans lip
I want my heart beat to whisper
Wanted, wanted, wanted
I don’t know
Please let the world see us
Too much to ask
The look in her brown eyes, tho
She is the dreams of her ancestors
I was told
More than once
That my brownness was only evident
In my big ass and lips
That lovers entangle in
Taking my breath from my lungs
Of course, after Nova regroups with her little army, she’s going to have to change her magical disguise since she was seen. She doesn’t know about Puki’s ability really, the “I can’t heal” can easily be interpreted as Puki not having healing magic.
Anyway, here’s what I think she’d look like later on.
(It’s similar bc in reality you don’t need to change that much. just a bit different. it’s basically just a new illusion spell cast on your body.)
I want to start dieting and exercising to make my body more masculine since I'm trying to look more androgynous, and I'm looking up tips and I'm getting a lot of eating protein and stuff like that which I'm cool with, but It's going to be hard since my mother always teases me when I try to get in shape and she says I won't stick with it. Do you know any good ways to stay motivated even through her teasing?
i feel like using her teasing would be a good motivator.. like showing her in the end that you WILL make it you WILL reach your goals!! you can use that to benefit you :) dont let her put you down! i believe in you friend!!
men always use the age thing as a weapon against women. you have no idea how much I encounter this. they ALWAYS want to remind women that once they are no longer 20-22 they have to lower their standards because her greatest value ever was her youth and how no man wants to fuck her personality or her degree but her hot young body. I see men well into their 40s talk complain about why they should settle with a 28 year old who gave her best years to another man while they get leftoevrs? GROs af
Lmao its so true and so gross which is why we need more representation of older women (by which i mean literally anything over 25) in media.
Also fuck men who think like this. I hope they feel better soon
i love your blog!! what drew you to bella as a muse?
SDUBSDIfGN I LOVE YOU !but honestly, i don’t know. the werewolves always got me, it’s not that i wasn’t intrigued by the vamps, i just . . . i love werewolves, y’all, i’m a Secret Furry.
& in all honesty ? I HATED BELLA. every ounce of my 12-year-old body hated her guts. i hate a lot of heroines in most famous books today. it’s just that their actions are so stupid to me sometimes i want to cry & throw the book across the room. now i realize it’s bc i had avpd even all the way back then & i just couldn’t relate to any of these heroines bc no one related TO ME. they were all neurotypical for the most part & they got guys. i couldn’t understand both of those things. also bella was really annoying. like i hated her so much sdhfg.
recently i grew indifferent, but once i picked new moon again i was like bithc……………………. it’s just meyer’s writing. like i HATE her writing. but bella ? she’s just a gal who found a guy who actually liked her. she even sounded like she had anxiety too. & my brain just got to work you know, here she was, this girl who came to forks bc she didn’t fit in w/her mom & she wants to give her more freedom. frankly, i realized DO relate to her. in her very basic essence, bella would be my best friend. but that’s it, i erase all else, & build her up from the foundation up. like i kno some ppl might get offended or whatever, but i’m TIRED. bella is just a strong girl, & she tries so hard. so so HARD. i understand why people might hate her, i get it. but pls, let me introduce you to a NEW bella. i don’t know if she’s better bc that’s almost going beyond disliking a series, it’s like shading the author ( like i haven’t done that b4, but u know ), but GOD, bella is so much more than this frail, sickly girl that meyer makes her out to be.
Voltron Ghost Adventures AU where all five of them are just a mess of clunky camera gear and nerves and they constantly have the weirdest experiences as they stumble into haunted houses just hoping for the best
“Pidge, you brought the night vision goggles right???” “No, you said grab provisions. I got some Skittles and a Twinkie. Why, do you want the Twinkie?” “Pidge, you had one job.”
For some reason, spirits in almost every single house grab Lance’s ass and no one can figure out why
“Jesus, Hunk, take me to dinner first” “Lance, I’m across the hall” “Ohhhh my gooooood GUUUYS A SPIRIT JUST GRABBED MY ASS”
Shiro always gets things thrown at him. like, every single time. It’s where he’s gotten most of his scars because they’ll be walking into a kitchen and a chair will come skrrrrting around the corner and fly at his face
“But why is it always me?” “Probably because you’re so offensively good-looking”
If there’s a scary doll in the house, it will find Keith. It always does.
*somewhere, Keith shrieks* “haha guess you could call Keith a chick magnet” “Lance, I hope a spirit pushes you down the stairs just because you said that stupid pun” “Y’know, Pidge, you’re always so sweet to me”
Hunk screams at any movement or creak in the house, every single time
Pidge gets into the habit of talking with the spirits like they’re her best friends and ignores imminent danger because she just explains it as them having a nice conversation
“Hunk, put me down, I’m fine, Charlene just wants to point me to where her body is” “PIDGE, THERE IS A KNIFE FLYING TOWARDS YOUR FACE I DON’T THINK SHE CARES IF YOU FIND HER BODY”
Most of the time, they just end up recording them creeping around abandoned shacks really carefully
Hunk always uses too much zoom so when he and Lance are exploring the west side of a mansion and Lance turns around and whispers “did you hear that”, all that Hunk sees on his night vision camera is Lance’s huge glowy eyes and his gigantic nostrils
At least once a week, they get locked in the basement of wherever they’re exploring and it always becomes a situation of life or death for them to escape yet they forget to plan for how to prevent it for the next time
Today I found my sister working out and was confused as to why. She’s only 14 and should be mixing weird ice cream flavors and going to hang out with friends not doing yoga and 10 minute intense ab workouts. So i asked her why she was exercising and she replies ‘to get in shape’. I was a little upset by this because shes only 14, why should she worry about body image? Shes already thin so i was worried she was harming herself.
Before i gave her the ‘society’s expectations for the physical appearance of women is bullshit’ speech i asked why
And do you know what she said?
“I wanna kick ass”
She wasnt working out to get the perfect summer bod, she was working out to fucking KICK ASS. She said that she wanted to learn martial arts n shit but first she wanted to punch like a hard ass and impress everyone with her muscles
And i was so damn shocked. Now all it seems girls work out for is an hourglass figure and a flat stomach but no, this 14 year old just wants to be strong enough to kickass.
Society tells us that our bodies have to be this perfect replica of friggin Jessica Rabbit. It tells us that the only reason we should work out is to get skinny. It tells us that girls with more weight than others need to diet and jog 5 km a day.
Why should we as women exercise and diet to get the perfect, skinny hourglass body, big butt, and big boobs figure to please men and society??
If we’re going to exercise shouldn’t it be for our OWN benefit? To kick ass? To feel strong, confident and pretty?
Instead of pretending to know what gluten is and hating our bodies, shouldn’t we love them?
Ladies, if you’re going to exercise and diet do it because you want to, not because of unrealistic body portrayals of women.
Do it because you love yourself
Do it to become strong
Do to to become confident
Do it because you want to show off your muscles
Do it like a girl, like a 14 year old girl.
Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.
A/N:I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB
The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.
The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.
However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”
what can you say
about making Simon a shadowhunter, Mrs Clare? it seemed odd to me that after a
whole series of battling for equality between species/races, the downworlder
had to become a shadowhunter. not only he basically ceased being a minority, he
also became a part of a privileged community, and it just didn’t sit well with
Just for the record — I’m not Mrs. Clare; there is no Mr. Clare.
I am married, but my pen name is not my husband’s property. :-)
I think this is a very interesting question that brings up a ton
of issues, but there are some aspects of it I’d love to clarify — for instance,
I am puzzled at calling Simon “the Downworlder.” Is he more a Downworlder than
Magnus? Things like that actually are really important when discussing stories — if he were the only Downworlder in the story, that would be one discussion, but he isn’t, and therefore his story does not speak for the experience of all Downworlders or even a small fraction.
I am sorry you were surprised negatively by Simon’s story in
TMI. Simon never wanted to be a vampire — he always hated it, and unlike
Raphael and Lily, he never joined the community of vampires but instead spent all his time with Shadowhunters. Being a Daylighter
had already changed him from being any kind of regular Downworlder, as did
bearing the Mark of Cain: both made him even less “the Downworlder” and more of an anomaly. It also separated
him from the other Downworlders, who treated him with distrust. In my
experience, very few readers expected Simon to remain a vampire, given that it
was something he never wanted or got used to, and that it was not his dream.
More on that in a bit.
As to the question, to me the suggestion that Shadowhunters are
“the privileged” and Dowworlders are as a block “the marginalized” — instead of
being a complicated metaphor in which they sometimes but not
always stand in for people who have had their rights curtailed — overly simplifies the situation. It is an argument seems to ignore the fact that in fact, humans exist along axes of privilege and marginalization: that people can be privileged in one way and marginalized in another and that when Simon becomes first a Downworlder and then a mundane and then a Shadowhunter, he is not moving clearly from marginalization to privilege, but rather exchanging some types of privilege for others (he remains white as a Downworlder, and is a Daylighter), and exchanging some types of marginalization for others (the marginalization of being a Downworlder for the marginalization of being a mundane-born Shadowhunter and a Jew in a world where Shadowhunters are meant to have one religion).
Because the argument disclaims spectrums of privilege and marginalization, it also suggests that the world of the Shadowhunter Chronicles
is one in which there are no gay or POC or trans people in existence; one in
which there is no racism, homophobia, ableism, cis privilege,
or bigotry against the neuroatypical. But that is both problematic erasure, and also not true of these
books. Downworlders don’t stand in for people of color or
LGBTQ+ people because people of color and LGBTQ+ people are in the books; they have not
been subsumed into metaphor. (I know the showrunners said there was no
homophobia in the Shadowhunter world, only warlock-phobia, but that’s the show,
not the books, and it has a different world and world-building. I notice this
is a question I get since the show came out, and I sometimes wonder if it’s a
question of confusion between the two different universes? It’s easy for that to
Fantasy prejudice metaphors are complex and confusing and they
rarely work as a one to one comparison (in other words, there is a difference
between saying that this fantasy
situation is reminiscent of this real world thing and saying this fantasy situation is exactly the same
as this real world thing. For instance, one of the really interesting
things about True Blood is that it made many deliberate parallels between
“vampire rights” and GLBT+ rights — referring to vampires “coming out of the
coffin” and “God Hates Fangs” on church signs. However, its vampires were also often
violent predators who killed and ate people. The argument that Simon “basically ceased being a minority” (while,
somehow, remaining Jewish) is similar
to making an argument that True Blood was saying that gay people kill and eat
their neighbors; I’m fairly sure in fact, they weren’t. They were reaching for
a resonance — the echo of a real world situation that would give a layer of
relatability and meaning to their points about difference. But they were not
creating a literal “these things are the same” comparison or they wouldn’t have
had vampires chewing off people’s heads.
So: are Downworlders discriminated against? Yes, sometimes, by
Shadowhunters, who are a small specific group. Do they “stand in” for a
specific minority group? No, they cannot, because they are accessible as a
metaphor to any marginalized group or groups whose rights have been abridged.
Also: the world at large does not discriminate against Downworlders because
they do not know they exist, nor do they privilege Shadowhunters because they
don’t know they exist either. It would be one thing if this was a high fantasy
and Shadowhunters and Downworlders were all there was, but these books are set
in our world, and the characters experience real-world bigotry, racism,
homophobia etc. because of it.
Alec sighed. “Sorry to
wreck your vision of our happy family. I know you want to think Dad’s fine with
me being gay, but he’s not.”
“But if you don’t
tell me when people say things like that to you, or do things to hurt
you, then how can I help you?” Simon could feel Isabelle’s agitation vibrating
through her body. “How can I—”
“Iz,” Alec said
tiredly. “It’s not like it’s one big bad thing. It’s a lot of little invisible
things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never
asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and
I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or if it’s because of something else.
I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked
into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would
ever inherit my blue eyes now.” He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took
a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec’s. “It’s not like a stab
wound you can protect me from. It’s a million little paper cuts every day.”
“He hurt you. It was a
long time ago, and I know he tried to make up for it, but—” Bat shrugged.
“Maybe I’m not so forgiving.”
Maia exhaled. “Maybe
I’m not either,” she said. “The town I grew up in, all these spoiled thin rich
white girls, they made me feel like crap because I didn’t look like them. When
I was six, my mom tried to throw me a Barbie-themed birthday party. They make a
black Barbie, you know, but they don’t make any of the stuff that goes with
her—party supplies and cake toppers and all that. So we had a party for me with
a blonde doll as the theme, and all these blonde girls came, and they all
giggled at me behind their hands.”
If we carry the theory through (Shadowhunters
are THE privileged, Downworlders are THE marginalized) that means that Alec, as
a gay Shadowhunter, is more privileged than Simon, a straight vampire. That Ty,
who would be locked in a mental institution if the Clave
discovered his autism, is privileged beyond white, rich, immortal and powerful
Malcolm Fade. It’s saying that when Cristina encounters a wealthy, white,
straight, misogynist male werewolf in Lady Midnight who tries to
force sexual attention on her, she, a Latina woman, is the one
who is the privileged character because she is a Shadowhunter and he is a
Downworlder (though Sterling has arguably, given that he lives outside the
supernatural world, never experienced a whit of prejudice because of it.) So I’m sure you can see where the problem lies.
It also erases Simon’s Judaism entirely. Stating
without caveat that Simon has become “part of a privileged community” means
ignoring the fact that Simon is Jewish; that he decides in Tales that he will
continue to practice, and that he was the only Jewish protag written by two
Jewish authors that I’m aware of having been on the bestseller lists last year.
He didn’t think about being a
vampire as he was preparing to transform — he never wanted to be one or
consented to be one, nor was he part of the community, as Raphael constantly
pointed out — though he does later think of having previously been a Downworlder
when interacting with vampires and Shadowhunter prejudices. He thought of the
important thing to him: his Judaism, which he both couldn’t and wouldn’t give
up. To me it is personally painful to think that for any reader, Simon’s status
as a vampire is more significant than his status as a practicing Jew.
I think sometimes it is possible to invest yourself so heavily
in a metaphor that you forget the real world that surrounds the metaphor and
the flexibility of metaphors in general. The Shadowhunter/Downworlder situation
could stand in for the systemically privileged
and marginalized of our world: sometimes it does. However it also can stand in
for the way totalitarian governments abuse their own people: there are echoes
in Shadowhunter history and current events of the Cambodian genocide, of
Stalinist violence against intellectuals and resistors. There are also echoes
of police brutality — what Shadowhunters have is the privilege of the Law, specifically: the Law is what allows them
to enact bigotry in the name of justice, and when they abuse their jobs, it has
resonances of the way police can abuse their jobs and use the privilege
conferred on them by their authority to murder and abuse the helpless and
marginalized. There are also echoes of the way soldiers carry out immoral
orders given by superiors: the Shadowhunters are taught to be obedient to the
Clave, and one of the ways we know who our Team Good is in any TSC series that
they question that obedience. All of these are echoes and resonances: they are
not saying that the Shadowhunters are
the police, or the US military, or the Khmer Rouge; the resonances provide
context and hopefully add a sense of realism to a situation that is fantastical
in its nature.
(It’s also a wise idea not to so totally buy what the
Shadowhunters are selling about themselves. They think they’re special and
better and awesome, but the books constantly question and problematize that.
Shadowhunters also pay a high high price for their runes and their sense of
superiority: they die young and often and experience brutal constant violence
and the pressures of a repressive society that allows for little divergence
from an idealized norm.)
There are reasons that the Downworlders were never constructed
to be a specific marginalized group and their situation was never meant to be
limited in its relatability to one situation— for instance, it’s very hard to
not look askance at the argument that Downworlders are meant to be specific “race”
when you can become a Downworlder and then stop being one: when you can, as
Simon does, change what kind of magical creature you are, because there is
absolutely no correlation between that and what race or ethnicity means in our
So yes, Simon becomes a Shadowhunter: however, what I don’t see
acknowledged here is not just his ethnicity and religion, but the fact that he
becomes a Shadowhunter partly because he is aware of the
prejudice of Shadowhunters, and fights against the bigotry they show not just
to Downworlders but also to their own. He is part of Magnus and Alec’s
Shadowhunter-Downworlder Alliance. He continues to work for change from within the
system, arguably something almost no one else could do, because there are
almost no other Downworlders who have become Shadowhunters. It is odd to me to
consider Simon as simply ascending to a height of blithe privilege when he is
fact much more like someone who has become a police officer in order to root
out corruption and racism in the police, and brings his own knowledge of
marginalization (which he still experiences) with him.
That is why Simon in Tales
from the ShadowhunterAcademy is
constantly fighting and bending the rules in the name of his evolving social
conscience, though I understand if you haven’t read TfTSA. One of the things
about having had a flood of new readers enter fandom because of the TV show is
that I’ve seen a lot of arguments based on the idea that TMI is the entire
story of Downworlders and Shadowhunters, or the entire story of these
characters. I see people talking about characters getting a happy or sad ending
in TMI even when those characters go on to feature heavily in the sequel books
and could by no reasonable account be considered to have any ending, happy or
sad — unless you thought TMI were the only Shadowhunters books that existed
rather than a chunk of a larger ongoing mythology. In no sense has Simon’s
story ended: you have no idea if he will remain a Shadowhunter or not. Perhaps
if you consider the fact that TMI is not a story that has ended for Simon, but
rather one that continues, the fact that he has now been two magical species
and might well move on to become another will sit less poorly with you? After
all, this is not “after a whole series of
battling for equality between species/races” this is “in the middle of a whole series of battling for equality between
species/races.” Usually the middle of a story isn’t the place it’s best to
draw all your conclusions from. :-)
Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.
Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex
Word Count: 2650ish
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.
And then you wake up.
For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.
So I’m watching Evillustrator (Le Dessinateur) and came across this scene.
What’s with Chat’s face? I mean, he sees this girl every day. Is he surprised that Ladybug wants him to protect someone he knows in his civilian life? I think that’s part of it, but I also think it’s more complicated.
Sure, he sees Marinette daily, but 90% of the time he sees her like this:
That’s quite the difference. When she’s talking to him, she’s usually nervous and going from one emotion to the next so quickly it’s a surprise she doesn’t get whiplash. Her arms are also either flailing or held close to her body.
Whereas in the picture, she’s focused, confident and open.