i wanted this for her character so badly :(

anonymous asked:

Can you explain to me why y'all are so happy with that she has bellamy thing? Yikes. Stop making it all about a man. She can't be independent? She needs a man? Of course, if a woman is strong, writers have to give her a male character. So groundbreaking.

Hmmm…..sorry but I’m not sure where you’re coming from. I don’t want to think badly so let’s assume you just hate the idea of a strong woman being in a relationship with a man and this is not related to Clarke’s sexuality.

Everyone has the right to have an opinion. The way I see it, strong female characters should be allowed to fall in love. Being in a relationship doesn’t mean you’re weak or depend on the other person.

Clarke loves Bellamy and Bellamy loves her too. When bellarke finally gets together in a romantic sense, Clarke will still be strong and independent. If you really watched the show you’d know that she has bellamy since s1, they share the leadership role. Just tell me a moment when the narrative doesn’t acknowledge her as leader.  

Can we stop talking about gender for a second? Clarke doesn’t need a man, nobody’s ever said that, but she needs Bellamy.

She doesn’t need him because he’s a strong man, she needs him because he’s her best friend, the one who is there when she’s scared or broken, the one who helps her to bear the burden, the one who would make a joke about his own torture just to make her smile…

The show has pointed out that Clarke needs Bellamy, either through words or gestures. 


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Originally posted by shaelit

Originally posted by hisstericallypawesomesleepurr

This is not my interpretation, this is canon!!

Chess Scene Thoughts

At first I was very ‘I WILL IGNORE THIS OMINOUS MUSIC’ but as I’m working through my gay coma form all of those feelings, I find myself liking the scene more. I know the obvious read is that ‘she’s could still be evil’ but that’s really surface level. I offer an alternative read:

Lena is contemplating Kara as her white knight (whether she knows she’s supergirl or not) and seeing how she fits on the chessboard with Lena’s plans. I don’t think Lena cares much about alien stuff, but she DOES have plans for herself and making L-Corp successful. She can see the game for what it is, but she doesn’t look happy about it or what that means about her character that she sees things like a Luthor. 

At the same time, I think it’s very foreign to her to HAVE a white knight sort in her life. I don’t think she see’s herself as a damsel in distress, but it means everything that Kara is there to champion her. Thusly, she has zero chill about it and fills Kara’s office with flowers and gushes to her and wants her so badly. 

So she’s stuck in this in-between place of wanting something badly on a personal level like anyone else, but also seeing it from a Luthor utilitarian standpoint and I think that makes her more complex and interesting as she navigates that. 


I’m so so sooooooo HAAAPPYYYYY O(≧▽≦)O GANGSTA will resume its serialization in July!! Gangsta is my favorite manga and I wanted to know how the story goes and ends so so badly. Kohske is a huge inspitation for me and I really hope she’s feeling better, her health goes first ᕙ[ ・ ∧ ・ ]ᕗ

so to celebrate the good news I draw two really amazing characters, I love this women, really both are incredible, interesting  and strong. Ginger is so OP, she’s so beautiful and I love that Gina has all the control and respect, plus there are (spoiler) hints about them being together ♡ …but I want to know moreee!

maryloubird  asked:

There is a song by The Fast Romantics called "Why we fight" and ever since the first time I heard the song on the radio, I always thought it really fits Jamie and Claire's passionate relationship, and would make a really good AU prompt or fic. Do love all the mod's writing! :)

In our bedrooms we are free
deep in the guts of me
I love you violently
until the dawn’s early light

This is why we fight

Cool, fresh air whipped Claire’s face, the mad curls of her hair pushing free, her whole body thrumming with *life.*

Still she urged her horse to go even faster, galloping across the open field, leaping over streams and shearing the tops off wildflowers. Chasing the horizon.

So alive – and free – and full of joy.

Especially because of the man racing on his horse beside her – his red curls whipping around that fine, strong jaw she ached so deeply to touch, his blue eyes smiling in disbelief at her antics.

For she trusted him with her courage, and her daring, and her thirst for life. And he cherished them for the rare gifts that they were.

They hobbled the horses in their customary spot – a glade within the trees, on the far edge of the estate. Very private.

Three years now they had raced their horses – challenged each other. Always ending up at this same spot, which he had discovered by accident and which she loved as the one place she felt safe.

For here it did not matter that she was Lady Claire MacKenzie, wife of Lord Callum MacKenzie, an intimate of the King’s and one of the largest landowners on the border with Scotland.

It did not matter that he was Sir James MacKenzie Fraser, nephew of the Lord (via an acknowledged bastard line), an outlaw from his native Scotland come into the service of his feeble-bodied uncle. Who protected that which was valued most dear – the Lady Claire, sole heiress of the Beauchamp lands that had been subsumed into the MacKenzie holdings upon their marriage five years previously.

In this glade – cut off from the manor, and Court, and the stables, and everyone who constantly sought to isolate them and mold them into people they did not want to be – he was Jamie, and she was Claire, and they found refuge in each other.

“Tell me again,” she whispered, watching him play with the fingers of her right hand. Settled against a live oak whose trunk was wide enough to cradle the both of them – miles from prying ears – they dreamed.

“We’d sleep in my parents’ room,” he began, “in the bed I was born in. I’d wake ye wi’ the dawn – just when it’s light enough to see yer bonny face – and love ye, quiet, as the sun came up.”

She swallowed, and he dug his nail into the lines of her palm. She gasped.

“And ye’d ken in that moment just how much I love ye, Claire.” His voice rasped hot against her neck. His face turned against her cheek, nuzzling. “I’d freeze that moment in time, if I could – if it meant forever. Forever wi’ ye.”

She squeezed his fingers – watched his knuckles pop white – wanting. Wanting so much more than she could ever offer him.

“And then I’d hold you so close to me,” she swallowed. “Not believing what we have is real.”

Claire inhaled deeply – then released. “And then we’d need to scramble for our clothes because the children would come in.”

She felt his smile. “Aye – all of them, all at once. The eldest holding the youngest by the hand – settling into bed wi’ us.”

“And we’d hold them, and love them – let them know how much they were wanted.”  

“Because they are a blessing from God. And they will have choice over everything in their lives – how to live, where to live. What to do. Who to marry.”

Jamie undid the button at her wrist, snaking one large finger to trace the fine blue veins there. So soft.

“And then breakfast – and then you’d be off to tend to the animals, and check on the fields.”

“Aye – and then ye’d come wi’ me, bringing all the children, and yer wee basket of herbs too. Because ye never ken when ye’ll find something ye can use for yer healing.”

They knew this story – what would, could, would never be their story – by heart. It was woven from so many hours of loneliness – longing for the life they may have had, had dreams been reality.

Claire didn’t realize her eyes were shut – or that she had been crying – until Jamie began kissing her tears away.

She swallowed down a sob – but he knew, he always knew.

“Will we still be dreaming of this life when we are old and grey, Jamie?”

He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Is this – this moment now – all we will ever have?”

He kissed the edge of her mouth.

“Why do I keep dreaming of a life with you, when I know it will never come?”

He untied her bonnet, gently setting it on the grass, caressing her temples, gathering bunches of her curls into his capable hands.

“Ye keep me alive. And I ken I do the same for ye.”

He brought her brow to his, fingers tangled in her hair.

“That’s why. Even if it crushes yer heart, *mo nighean donn*. I canna live in a world wi’out ye in it.”

“But I want you to be my *whole* world.”

Fresh tears spilled. And he kissed them away again.

“Ye are, for me. Nothing matters more to me than yer happiness.”

Bravely he settled his hands on her hips – or where her hips would be, had she not been covered with so damn many layers of skirts and petticoats.

“Callum is no’ much longer for this world – everyone kens he marrit ye so that ye could tend him. You know as well as anyone – he’s no’ getting any better.”

She swallowed. “No.”

“So – when he dies, then that is our chance.”

“And what if he does not die soon?” Now her eyes opened, whisky eyes – the eyes that could get him drunk with just one glance – flashing. “He has already outlived all expectations. And then there’s Dougal – ”

“What about him?”

“You know that he’ll make a claim on me the instant Callum dies. And he’ll force me to accept him.”

“No’ if I have any say in it!” Jamie drew back, suddenly flushed. “Ye are no’ a plaything, Claire! Ye are a person – a whole, beautiful person – and – ”

“With the Beauchamp lands hanging around my neck,” she interrupted. Bitter.

“It’s my job to protect ye.” His voice was careful – measured – anger kept barely in check. “I love ye, Claire. I will fight for ye – Christ, I’d gladly *die* for ye, if ye’d let me. And if I canna protect ye at that moment – when ye’d need it the most – then I canna protect ye at all.”

He turned away, back hunched, head in his hands.

She knew better than to touch him.

“That’s why I’ve never even kissed ye, Claire. When the time comes, I want there to be no doubt. No whispers about yer virtue – no stains on yer character. For I may be many things, but I’d never play another man false. No’ where his wife is concerned.”

She crossed her legs beneath her voluminous gown, hands folded in her lap. Wanting so badly to comfort him – but damn him, he was right.

“And between now and then?”

Slowly he sat up – then crawled over to her – and took her hands in his.

“We race – and we dream – and we plan. We’ve never decided on names for the children.”

That got her to laugh – and his heart leapt at the sound of it.

“I do love you, you know.”

He kissed the back of one hand – and then the back of the other.

“I hope our son has a heart as selfless as yours.”

He smiled at her – and the world stopped.

“I hope our daughter will be as strong and confident as her mother,” he whispered.

The race back to the manor house was long over – and both horses slowed to a trot as they glided through the main gates.

Jamie was just behind her – befitting his station.

The stable lads were waiting to help her off her horse.

She slid to the dirt – and they bowed.

“Thank you, Sir James,” she called up to her knight, sitting quite still atop his mount.

He nodded in deference to her station.

And then she disappeared into the manor.

Jamie balled her handkerchief – which she had used to dry her brow after their race this morning, and then pressed into his hand as he helped her tie on her bonnet before leaving the glade – in his fist.

Through the upstairs window, he watched Claire enter Callum’s study and curtsy before his desk.

He said a quick prayer, then stepped out of the saddle, and led the horse to the stables to be cared for.

bitch there are people in the tags angry that Sara kissed a girl this week??

cause oh no she’s no bisexual anymore?? like yall want her to bang a dude so badly.

like you’re right. I’m bisexual and one day I kiss a girl and other i gotta kiss a guy. I gotta keep that balance cause if not. I stop being bi.
like. Imagine being that ignorant and pathetic. #cantrelate

also people saying she’s a slut cause she’s not in a serious relationship?? 
literally some bullshit criticism that only happens to female characters tbh.

Can you imagine that. we’re blessed with two beautiful girls .kissing in a medieval setting after a battle. literally some shit straight out of a fanfic and…people are angry. cause they kissed???

again. can’t relate.

Anyways. Sara Lance Bisexual queen and icon kisses girls throughout time and history as she pleases and I encourage you all to show your love in the tags cause Sara Lance deserves it.

anonymous asked:

I just can't get behind living nests until she actually freaking apologizes to freaking feyre.

See, this is the exact thing that makes me love her even more. That she hasn’t apologised properly yet.

Bear with me here, Nonnie, because this is going to be a long one. 

Nesta is not perfect. She has made mistakes and stupid/bad things. One very stupid thing would be letting her little sister, our beloved High Lady, provide for them all by herself and letting her carry that burden while at the same time being unsupportive. But a stupid/bad action does not equal a bad person.

When I was a kid my mama always put emphasis and made one thing very clear to me, as she was handing my ass to me, and that thing can be boiled down to this: “You did a stupid thing. You are not stupid, the thing was. You are smarter than this. Make it right and next time do better.”

In my opinion, Nesta knows she fucked up. She is a smart woman. But she is also a proud woman. Nesta telling Feyre that she went after her when Tamlin took Feyre, that she braved the woods and the unknown to find a sister she loves only to be stopped when she could not find her way through the wall, is a part of her making it better. Another thing is letting the Inner Circle use their house for meetings with the Mortal Queens, despite the danger it put her and Elain in. I don’t know if she’ll apologise to Feyre straight out, we’ll see. But I believe she will make it right, she loves her sister too much not to. 

I also very much believe this situation is similar to the one with Rhysand in the hiatus between ACOTAR and ACOMAF. Many people wanted so badly to love him but couldn’t because he had not apologised to Feyre for the things he made her do Under the Mountain. I know, he did not do these things to Feyre for years and he was not someone Feyre are supposed to be able to rely on, her big sister. But for us fans it was similar, you like the character but you will not allow yourself to 100% go for it because they hurt our Feyre. From your ask it seems like an apology is what you are waiting for, that is the one thing standing in the way. Same as many felt with Rhys. 

We got an entire book where Rhys got to redeem himself, show us his true self and explain his actions to Feyre. We have not had this opportunity with Nesta, yet. I think ACOTAR 3 will give us a lot more Nesta and I am freaking ecstatic about that. To understand her motivations beyond protecting Elain, see how she deals with being Made (into an Illyrian), how she will handle being around Cassian, how Rhys will communicate and talk to her as he is still very much thinking about how she treated Feyre, and that pisses him off, understandably. And I look forward, beyond words, to see her interactions with Mor and Amren. Gah! I am so excited! 

Another reason for me to love Nesta’s character is the fact that she is almost Mor’s opposite. We need characters like Mor that are kind and warm and girl power and likeable, she overcame terrible circumstances and is still warm towards those she cares about. But we also need characters like Nesta. Women who go through bad things and deal with it by closing themselves off to those they cares about. We need this because women in our society are not allowed to just be one or a few things, we have to be everything. We have to be perfect. 

We have to be good students, beautiful, dress well, be funny and cool, yet not too cool because a girl can’t possibly know if she is smart and hot because then she is obnoxious and cocky. We have to be good mothers, good sisters, good daughters. A woman is supposed to be sexy but not so much so she is slutty. Virgins are boring and too much work and pressure but if she has had sex she is a whore. We are supposed to be independent on our own but also not too independent because then we hate men and will become lonely cat ladies. We are not to tell men we want marriage and kids  because then we seem desperate but at the same time the women who do not want kids are shamed for it. We are admired if we are strong, work out and know how to fight but then “oh god you work out so much aren’t you afraid you will get too many muscles and look like a man”? A woman has to be kind and emphatic but she also needs to be fierce and not care what anyone thinks. The list goes on.

What I am trying to say is that we can’t win. No matter what we do we are set up to fail because society puts so much pressure on women to be all these things, to an extent men does not have to live with. And so writing amazing characters, basically flawless, like Mor, I mean she has her struggles but we have yet to see a real flaw in Mor, can end up putting more pressure on young girls. But then SJM balance it out beautifully with Feyre and Nesta and Elain. These three sisters who are all incredible and admirable in their own ways but are also very much flawed, in a way that only male characters really get to be flawed. Because if a man has one redeeming quality, that is usually all it takes because we as a society ask so little of men compared to women. 

So we have a almost flawless character like Mor who loves and befriends a flawed character like Feyre. Showing us that you do not have to be perfect to be loved by something good. To deserve good things. 

To end this rant I would just like to say that I would love to see Nesta apologise to Feyre. But I will love her even if she doesn’t. I love her because she is interesting, I love her because she loves her sisters in her own way, I love her because SJM has written such a perfectly flawed female character that is still a good person and what that represents to young girls. I love her because, at the end of the day, Feyre does too. 

Nesta, my (illyrian) thunderstorm

So I haven’t seen anything posted about her yet but this is Baron Chau and she’s coming in S2 of Into the Badlands and I’ve been crying over her nonstop for 24 hours LOOK AT HER SHE’S GORGEOUS I hope she’s amazing??? I’ve wanted a female asian character so badly and now we have one and she looks so cool 😭😭😭

It looks like she deals in human cargo tho like the cogs…so that’s going to be intriguing.

The Prince and the enchanted refrigerator is looking for voice actors!

details: The Prince and the enchanted refrigerator is a podcast told in the style of an audio book, being narrated by me, @heyitssamanthajackson , and  I was hoping to find some people who want to voice the characters in the story when they have dialogue. there are no requirements for auditioning, although I would like you to keep oin mind that I would be a bit more comfortable  working with people close to my age, as I am only 15. 

some of the characters you can try out for are listed below the read more, in order of their apperances from the Pilot episode, (currently completly written out) and the second episode, (currently only partially written). If you don’t get the part/parts you tried out for that are on this post, don’t fret, there will be plenty more future characters who’ll need voices.

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anonymous asked:

What did you think about how Mon-El's secret came out and Kara's reaction to it? Hate to say it but Mon-El's mother was kinda right about her.

Oh boy, the whole thing was rather delicious, wasn’t it?  So emotional and we really learned a lot about these characters.  

I thought the reveal was appropriately dramatic, but I’m glad that Kara heard it from Mon El, even if it was forced out of him by having to introduce her to his parents, the King and Queen. 

Kara had every right to be mad and she is allowed to have whatever reaction she wants/feels, but I do have to say, girlfriend is badly in need of some self awareness.  She’s upset that Mon El lied about his identity, understandable, but you might expect some degree of understanding and empathy from someone who lies about her identity every damn day to pretty much the entire planet. 

There’s no question it’s different when you’re in an intimate relationship, but still, I don’t think Kara even made the connection, and it felt pretty hypocritical to me. 

As for what the Queen said, yes, she was pretty much right on the money. That has been shown to be Kara’s journey this season, learning to confront her own prejudices, learning that her judgmental, preconceived notions aren’t always right. That the moral standards she holds others to, are ones that no one can live up to, not even herself.  Actually I expect her to confront that directly at some point. Having to do something morally gray, or something for the greater good that doesn’t fit with her ideals and having a crisis of conscience and identity over it. (maybe next season)

While it’s obvious that by our cultural standards, Daxam had a lot of issues, it’s become clear that the history is not a clear cut case of Krypton=Good and Daxam=Bad. There’s two sides to every story. While Kara thinks Daxam has been the aggressor in past conflict, I bet we find out that Kyrpton may have been much more to blame than she thinks. So while she’s recently learned that her parents were not perfect (her father created an alien-killing virus that almost succeeded with Mon El, which by the way, he didn’t hold against her for a second) I think she may need to confront the fact that her planet wasn’t perfect either. 

Kara blamed the breakup on the lie, but it felt as if the fact that he is the Prince of Daxam is equally, or even more, the issue.  Kara was able to get over her sister lying about her job, and James lying about Guardian, plus Mon El’s issue has not been dishonestly.  He has been incredibly open and honest with her about his feelings every step of the way, (the real stumbling block in many romantic relationships) and his reasons for hiding his identity are understandable. 

It will be interesting to see her confront her own arrogance and prejudices moving forward.  To be clear, I’m not blaming her, but I think it should be an interesting growth opportunity for her, especially once she gets over the sting of hurt and betrayal and examines her feelings.  

Nikkeijin - Japanese American

“Mom, seriously, you can’t forget particles they’re the most important part of Japanese.” 

“Ugh. There’s just so many of them and it’s easier to just leave them out.” 

Okaasan. Soto wa amari muzukashikunai. It’s not that hard, mom.”

“Mie, my sponge is full!” 

I smirk at the phrase. She is always using that as an excuse, that her brain is too old to learn anything more, despite her being the most dedicated student I’ve ever seen. I know that she is capable of learning this, she just doesn’t believe in herself enough to see the potential she has. The thought pulls me momentarily from my amusement at the conversation. 

Where did you learn to doubt yourself so much?

“Mom, don’t even start,” I say. “You pushed through a bachelors in your late thirties, you’ve taken countless courses at the hospital to better your career, you’re one of the smartest and most determined people I’ve ever met. You’ve memorized the other stuff, you can do the same with the particles.”

Mom rolls her eyes, but smiles at me. “Thanks for the confidence. It’s nice to know that someone thinks I can learn this language.” 

I frown, knowing that she’s referencing my grandma. I cringe thinking of all the times that she’s mumbled, “now you want to learn…” or said something else discouraging about my mom studying Japanese with me. 

“Let’s call it a day and move on. We can review next week.” 

Mom nods. “I’m ok with that.” 

I hesitate for a moment as she packs up her binder and flashcards. I’ve been wanting to talk to her for a few days now, but haven’t known how to bring up the subject. She’s so much more private than my dad—talking about the past doesn’t come naturally and isn’t something she particularly wants to do in the first place. 

“Hey mom?” 

She looks up, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“You know I’m writing my thesis on grandma,” I start. “I have a lot of information on her life in Japan, but not as much as I’d like on when she came to the states. Is it… Is it ok if I ask you some questions about what it was like, you know, growing up with her?”

Mom furrows her brows but nods. “I mean, sure. Though I don’t know how much I’ll have to contribute.” 

I smile. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot more than you realize.” 

I reach forward, grabbing and opening the notebook that I’ve left on the coffee table during our lesson. It’s bright yellow, doodled on, battered as hell. It has all my notes from my interviews with my grandmother, and now a list of questions I want to ask my mother. I lift my legs up onto the couch against my chest, pen and paper in hand, ready for answers. 

“Besides,” I say. “I kinda just wanna hear more about your childhood. Dad tells us so much about his but you don’t really tell us as much.”

She scoffs. “What? Of course I do!”

I laugh at her reaction. Mom has never been aware of how private she can be, how closed off to intimacy.

“No, not really. We usually have to pry it out of you.” 

She rolls her eyes and shrugs. “I just don’t know that you’d be that interested is all.” 

“Of course, I am,” I say, reaching over to squeeze her shoulder. “You’re one of my best friends, mom. I want to know about you.” 

“Ok,” she sighs. “But you better have questions because I can’t just start talking. I don’t know where to start.”

I tap my notebook with my pen, smirking. 

“Gotcha’ covered.” 

I ask her a million things: what it was like growing up without a dad, if she felt she was influenced much by living with only Japanese relatives, what her Aunt Etsuko and Uncle Shuji were like, what they did together, if she ever went to Nisei festivals (celebrations of second generation Japanese Americans) or spent much time with other Japanese people. Most of the answers I have to force her to elaborate on, pull the memories out of her slowly, meticulously, until I get her to tell me everything. It’s like earning the trust of a dog whose past owners neglected it. 

As my questions progress, she becomes more willing to tell me all she can remember, all her feelings, all the things that I know she’s been hiding because they’re ugly and painful. I feel grateful for this, even if some of it pains me as well. I know how hard it is for mom to open up—emotionally or physically. She is a product of the shame based culture of Japan and it shows in every way.
We get stuck on one topic—her experience of being a haafu, the Japanese word for someone who is half Japanese and half something else. This isn’t the first time that we’ve talked about this—it’s one of the things that we relate to most between us. What it’s like to feel like you’re never enough for either side of your heritage. 

“I kind of grew up feeling more white than Japanese,” she admits. “Even though I didn’t have that presence in my life, my mom didn’t really try and raise me Japanese. I mean, sure, we ate with chopsticks, we went to Little Tokyo a lot, I heard her speak Japanese with Koko and Shuji, but for the most part, we were very American. I think that’s why she didn’t teach me Japanese—she wanted us to assimilate, to leave Japan in Japan and try and forget all the pain.” 

“Didn’t you want to feel Japanese?” I ask. 

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Especially as a kid… I remember I used to watch this cartoon on the international channel on Saturdays, it was Japanese, and I couldn’t understand any of it. But I wanted to, so badly, that I would force myself to laugh when the characters did because I wanted to believe that I could understand them.” 

“That’s kinda cute,” I say, holding back a laugh.

She chuckles, but her face falls soon after. 

“Yeah. And kind of sad too.”  

I nod, not knowing what to say. I realize how privileged I’ve been to be raised so heavily in the culture that she was cheated out of, how lucky I am that she, my grandma, and even my white father, tried so hard to keep that culture alive in our household. 

“I had a realization,” she says. “When I was sixteen. I was just hit with this thought: I’m not white. I’m Asian. I’m Japanese. Even if I was mixed, I looked and lived far more Asian than white, and I just realized that I’d been living a façade believing that I wasn’t.” She takes a sip of her tea then, giving herself time to think before continuing. “I think that’s when I started really wanting to learn about that side of my family. And your dad helped that along too. He’s always been so enthralled by other cultures and traveling. When we started dating he really just wanted to know everything about what it was like to be Japanese.” 

“It’s kind of weird,” I reply. “Hearing you talk about feeling more white… because I’ve always felt more Japanese. When white people find out that I’m Japanese that’s all they see, and we only barely celebrated dad’s Gaelic culture. We’ve been to some festivals and have our family crest on a flag, but that’s about it. The Japanese has always been far more present.”

“But don’t you feel like, when you’re around other Japanese people, full Japanese, that you’re… not enough? Like you’re a part of their world but you’re only on the outskirts of it, not truly accepted?” 

I hesitate, chewing on my lip. I try to ignore that feeling as much as possible. It makes me feel like I don’t have a right to an identity I’ve clung to all my life.

“Yeah,” I finally answer. “I didn’t realize how much I felt that until I went to Japan. Especially when people could see that I was mixed and assumed I could speak the language and I had to tell them I couldn’t. It was really embarrassing for me and I felt like I wasn’t Japanese enough. That’s probably why I started learning.”

“That’s exactly how I feel,” mom replies. “And even Karen Morita says that’s how she feels around her relatives—and she’s full!” She’s referring to our friends from Michigan who have been full blooded Japanese Americans for generations in this country. 

“Being mixed, I’ve found, means never feeling like enough for people.” I say.
She purses her lips. “I’ve felt that way my entire life—in being mixed, and every other aspect too.” 

I get out of my seat and go over to her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and hugging her tight. “I’m sorry, mama.” 

She pats my arm and smiles up at me. “Well,” she says. “Now I have you to help me to connect to this side of me. And I couldn’t be more grateful for that.” 

I kiss her head. “Daisuki. I love you.” 

Watashi mo Mie ga daisuki. I love you too.”

For some reason, I really like looking at colors in movies and analyzing what they’re supposed to stand for. So for kicks and giggles, I thought I’d do it for Tiana in The Princess and the Frog (an underrated movie in my opinion, but we won’t get into that today). I thought if I did this, it would also help to better understand her character development within the movie.

The main colors we see Tiana wearing throughout the movie are green and yellow (when she’s not in frog form). Green is quite obviously the color for nature, but it can also represent balance and wealth (being the color of money and all). And yes, she wears a couple of other colors, like her blue uniform and the blue dress when she first kisses Naveen, but I’m focusing on green and yellow because those are the colors she wears the most.

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anonymous asked:

I think something to note with Lena finding out about Kara being Supergirl that the writers keep trying to throw nuggets of doubt to us with Lena & she keeps surprising us. So if they're to blatantly say there will be discontent & tension, it can be safe to say there MIGHT not be. IF she does already know, she may not care because she can differentiate between Kara & Supergirl & sees Kara as Kara and Supergirl as what she does, not necessarily who she is because Kara's so much more than that.

See, but my reasoning is that the only reason they would have Lena already know, would be for an Exciting Plot Twist™. Why else would they sacrifice the long-awaited moment of realization to be off-screen? 

It’s like.. the moment the whole audience is waiting for.

and Lena being like,

“Surprise! I’ve known the whole time. And… I’m totally cool with it! :) ”

doesn’t make for an exciting enough plot twist to warrant losing the reveal. It’s not a good trade, as a writer.

Makes for good romantic fanfic in which we know the two romantic leads are meant for each other, sure, but not for a tv drama that wants to keep us on the edge of our seat on whether or not Lena Luthor is gonna be good or evil.

Having her just suddenly announce that she knows and is cool with it doesn’t make sense for her story. For Cat’s, it works. We never really expected her to disapprove. But Lena is entirely different.

So this is why I don’t think they’d have her find out off-screen without making her evil. (And I don’t think they’re going to make her evil, so I don’t think she knows off-screen.)

It’s just that with Lena’s character, real tension is in the moment she finds out.

Let’s say that we’re a several seasons in. Lena has been on the precipice of good and evil this whole time. Sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding, with only Kara as a stabilizing force on the side of good. 

She’s come to rely on her. She’s come to need her. 

But we all know that Kara is keeping something from her. Has kept something from her from the moment they’ve met…

We know that this alone, could destroy everything they’ve built between them, along with Lena’s delicate balance on the side of good. 

This could shift Lena from Kara’s friend to Kara’s enemy in an instant, following in the footsteps of her brother before her. Becoming what she always feared she might.

And then, finally, the moment comes.

Perhaps her mother tells her, or she sees evidence that she can’t think of alternative reasons for, or she sees Kara using her powers.

Perhaps Kara just… tells her.

But we get to watch as Lena’s thoughts bubble up. 

Her confusion. Her surprise. Putting it all together. 

The weird phrases and cancelled lunches. The crazy appetite and close ‘friendship’ with but rare appearance next to Supergirl.

And then we get to see her betrayal. Her hurt, that Kara didn’t tell her before. 

Why didn’t she tell me before? What does this mean for us? For me?

And then…

We get to see what she does next.

And that’s what defines Lena. 

Does she hate her? Does stay good but never see Kara again? Is this what finally tips her over to darkness, that the one person she thought trusted her never really did? 

Does she think about her family, and how they would have reacted, and decide to be different? Does she empathize with Kara’s difficulty telling her? Does she forgive her? Is it instantaneous or does she react badly at first?

Who she is after what we’ve all been waiting for finally happens? After the bomb drops. God, do we want to see it drop. 

The reveal is always innately backed with such a weight and history behind it, so when you add that Lena’s character development hinges on it’s outcome it’ll be just… an iconic scene.

And throwing it away for a joke or a cutesy twist feels like an insurmountable waste to me, and I just cannot fathom these writers doing so.


So Aylin’s wig and dress came through the post today! I also made her some jewellery last night. I am so happy with how she is coming together so far. I think her eyes are great, the sculpt is stunning, and I really like the wig for her! I am glad it has come as quickly as it has, so I can see how it looks before she needs to be sent off for her face-up.

Although this is not her body. It belongs to Ki, but that is the closest body to what I have ordered for her. Although I did order her body Tuesday night. I just wanted to play with her a little bit. I want this doll so badly. 

I have boxed her head, ready to post on Monday for her face-up too! I was a tiny bit upset boxing her up, but the sooner I send her, the sooner she can be complete.

Just Lucywen is just so beautiful. I didn’t think I was going to get one. However I am so happy that she is mine.

I am so happy to be getting dolly Moon Moon. I just love her character so much.

The discourse on fanfiction
Hi! My name is Kitti Mezriczky and I'm studying Literature and Linguistics. This is my last year at university and I'm writing my thesis about fanfictions. In this survey, I would like to ask a few questions about fanfictions and how the writers and the readers are treated both inside and outside of the fandom community. I am also interested in answers from people who neither read, nor write fanfics and the survey contains specific questions for them after the first section. I would encourage all of you to share my survey with your friends both inside and outside of fandom and I would be extremely thankful for the help in getting this to non-fandom members. Your answers are anonymous and will only be used for the purposes of my thesis. If you don't have an answer to a certain question, please write that down for me because that is also an important information for me. Thank you all for your help!

So, good morning/afternoon/evening/whatever time it is where you are!

I’m in my last year at college which means that I have to hand in my thesis until the middle of April. I was lucky enough to be able to choose a subject which is very, very close to my heart and that is *drumrolls* FANFICTION! Some of you may have read my earlier post about my struggle with this choice but all those struggles ended when I was thankfully allowed to choose that certain teacher as my advisor whom I originally wanted and whose class I have attended this spring.

Anyway, she was very enthusiastic about my subject and helped me decide what exactly it is that I want to focus on about fanfiction. First, I wanted to write about the Mary Sue character type and that’s still part of it, but after talking to her and presenting my arguments about why I want this subject so much, she helped me realize that actually I have a mission with all this and that mission could be present in my thesis without taking away from its scientific value.

Wondering what that mission is? It’s the same thing I talked about in my earlier post. I’d like to tell people that fanfcition is more than what most people think about it. It’s more than satisfying ourselves through badly written, cliched pornography with poor grammar. Fanfiction IS valuable, there are fanfictions that have actual, real literary value and I’d like to make people realize that. In order to do that we have to start talking about it outside of fandom, WE have to talk about it, WE, who write it, WE, who read it, WE, who love and create all the amazing fanart.

So, that’s the foundation of my thesis. I need to do research on the subject, so I created a survey about the following questions:  What do people think about the stories themselves? What do they think about the people who write it? What do they think about the people who read it? If you write, do you tell people (your friends, family, etc) or is it not something that you can proudly “advertise”? And if you read? Do you tell people that?

So, I would be very grateful if you followed the link below and answered my questions. It would be tremendously helpful, if you shared it with non-readers/writers because I’m interested in their answers too, since I have specific questions for them. You can even share it with non-fandom member friends or anyone you can think of, because I’m really curious about their opinion on fanfictions too.

If you have any questions or comments or anything, please feel free to message me, or you can send me an email at mrs.kitty.malfoy.@gmail.com

I’ll tag some of my favorite people and dear friends on here and I would be eternally grateful if you could signal boost this. THANK YOU!! 😚💕💕 (Please forgive me if I tagged you and you don’t want to be tagged, I only try to get this to as many people as I can. I need around 100 people to fill the questionnaire.)  

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Unpopular Opinion:

I actually like Jieun?? Like whoa, crazy how could I with how she treated Bum, right? I should specify. I like her character. She seems realistically human to me and with a manhwa that’s got very little characters who are also all male, like, I like her? 

She is so fucking in love with Sangwoo that she nose dives straight into anger and irritation the second he’s brought up because she’s never felt like this towards someone before and it clearly annoys her. I mean, she’s blown up his phone, she snaps whenever one of her friends tease her about him being late  and gives shit to a handicapped guy who’s taking away the attention that she wants so badly. She’s acting like a middle schooler experiencing their first crush and it’s totally realistic for someone who seems like they’ve never fallen in love before. 

Y’all can hate her all you want, I get it. She was totally a cunt to Bum, so I understand where the hates coming from, but man I can’t bring myself to hate her.

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It…honestly pisses me off to no end that so many of my interests are stuff that’s considered “cringey”. Cringe culture in general pisses me off to no end.

I just want to be left in peace so I can enjoy the things that I like.

Like…for example. In the brief time in late 2015 when Undertale was my special interest, Sans was my favorite character. I wasn’t an out-of-control fan that shipped him with his fucking brother or wanted to fuck him, though. I was just a casual fan. I thought he was cute. I thought he was funny, and I could relate to him some. But then….I was told that Sans is “cringey”, and that I’m bad and annoying for liking him. Now…I can’t stand to look at him anymore. I want him to be my favorite again so badly, because he isn’t actually a bad character. He was just a victim of crazy fangirls. But…I can’t look at him the same. I look at Sans now, and all I’m reminded of is his crazy fangirls. Not the actual character for what he is.

I’m starting to worry something similar will happen with Peridot…that due to a lot of backlash against her character from recent episodes, I’ll start feeling bad for genuinely enjoying her character and how the writers have been writing her, and eventually I’ll come to resent her character. I don’t want that to happen. Ever. It may sound silly, me saying this about a cartoon character, but Peridot makes me genuinely happy. I don’t want to be told that I’m wrong for liking her. But, hey. Cringe culture. It doesn’t seem to be going away any time soon. Steven Universe is already seen as cringey a good chunk of the internet. Just like everything else I’ve ever liked, apparently.

Like…really. I know I’m two years away from being an adult, but I’m still technically a fucking kid!!! I still want to have fun!!!!!! Let me enjoy my shit in peace, dammit!!!! So what if I watch grown men scream at video games? Sometimes it’s funny to me! So what if I like a cartoon about magical ponies? It’s cute and sometimes it has very good messages!! So what if I like a video game about underground monsters and pacifism?? So what if my special interest is a cartoon about magical gay aliens??? So what if my favorite video game series is Sonic the Hedgehog???? So what if I self-ship or ship my OCs with canon characters sometimes????? Why the fuck do you care!!!!!!!!! It’s my life!!!!!!! Not yours!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why are you fucking shaming people for the things they like!!!!!!!!!! And why especially are you doing it to children and teenagers!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck off and get a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Why does Azula help Zuko restore his honor? I model her as a psychopath and I'd expect her to want to keep Zuko out of the way so she'd be next in line for Fire Lord. Did she need Zuko's help that badly to take Ba Sing Se? Is this genuine fondness for her brother? Am I missing something?

Looks like you’re using the wrong model.

She’s a child soldier and victim of abuse who was tragically shaped into a secondary abuser, while also being dominated by a love/fear dichotomy because she didn’t develop emotionally in a healthy setting or manner.

I mean look, there’s unfortunate tropes/implications that it’s easy to project onto her, so it’s not like your read of the character is uncommon, nor am I trying to leather pants her and be dismissive of the very harmful things she’s done, so I don’t want to sound accusatory or pissy or anything. It’s actually funny because Griffin and I had this exact conversation yesterday. Where we landed, and what I’ve always thought, is that there’s nothing especially to suggest Azula had these *FIRE LORD DESIGNS*. She wanted the Fire Nation to prosper. She wanted them to win the war.  She may have thought on some level she’d be able to idk…control Zuko or I guess it’s possible that she figured she could always rid of him down the road…maybe? But unless she’s secretly Nosferatu, there’s no way she could have reasonably known that the fight in “Crossroads of Destiny” would end in such a way that she’d need Zuko to pin the Avatar’s death on in the off-chance he survived. 

Which means that the easiest explanation is to take “I expected this kind of treachery from Uncle. But Zuko, Prince Zuko, you’re a lot of things, but you’re not a traitor, are you?” at face-value. 

And the point of that choice for Zuko wasn’t anything about her ambition or how she was probably going to dick him over. It was this:

Azula: It’s not too late for you, Zuko. You can still redeem yourself.

Iroh: The kind of redemption she offers is not for you.

Fighting not he side of the destructive and genocidal Fire Nation…that’s not moving towards healing. It took Iroh a very long time to realize that for himself, and something he was desperately trying to impart on Zuko. It’s not that he knew Azula would somehow manipulate Zuko and it’d be sucky; it’s that going back to be the Prince of the Fire Nation wouldn’t have been healthy in general. Remember, Ozai never ever meant to give Zuko a way back home, and Iroh certainly didn’t expect it either. The Avatar was dead as far as everyone knew, and the cycle was assumed to be broken.

So, you can look at Azula’s decision as fondness…you can look at it as pragmatism. I think Azula likely wanted the most pieces on her side as possible, though the Earth Kingdom had already fallen and she had the Dai Li under her control, so it’s not like she needed Zuko to see that through. I honestly think she wanted her brother to be fighting for his country, and the line of succession was not really in her calculus at that point. 

Of course, she saw a way to fuck with him after the results of that fight and took it immediately because, well, she’s in a very unhealthy place and a secondary abuser, like I said. But yeah, the power hunger aspect? She desperately craved her father’s approval and didn’t want to be dismissed as having an important role in his eyes. IMO there’s not much ambition past it.

(Tackling her comics characterization is a whole other ball game, btw.)

Susanna’s A Court of Wings and Ruin Review!!!

Buckle your seatbelts kids, because this is going to be a long and bumpy ride. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed A Court of Wings and Ruin. I definitely think it had its shortcomings, which I’ll discuss, but … I don’t know, so many of the wonderful things spoke to me, and there was actually a lot in this book that made me examine myself in the best way possible (hello Ouroboros). I’m going to talk about the stuff I didn’t like so much first, and then talk about the stuff I did like. My opinions on ships, etc, etc. For me, the pros far outweigh the cons, though I know this is not the case for everybody. So yeah, this is going to be a long, long post. But overall, I give ACOWAR 4/5 stars!!




1.     Consistency/Pacing/Cohesiveness

a.     Ok, so, the first thing I thought could have done a little bit better was the consistency, the pacing, and the general cohesiveness of the narrative itself. I spent a little while thinking about all of it. I didn’t really get into the book—like can’t put it down have to keep reading I’m staying up until 4AM to finish into the book—until about halfway through. Or whenever it is that Tamlin said ‘When you f*ck her, do you notice that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?’ That was the first time I set down the book and covered my mouth and stared into the void because THAT WAS PETTY AND I AM HERE FOR THAT DRAMA. All that to say that the first part of the book felt very … rushed. It almost felt like a mediocre fanfiction, where SJM was trying her best to cram as many events in as she could so she could get to the parts she really wanted to write. As for who’s to blame … I think, for every poor choice that went into this book, there are multiple parties to blame. SJM, partially, but we also have to remember that she has an agent and editors and an entire team at Bloomsbury that signed off on this and should have pointed out the errors. But I digress. The middle was okay, the ending was great.

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Black Sails characters  ⇀ first and last episodes pt 4

And finally: Blaze! The latest Misfit!

Blaze is gorgeous! I loved her design as soon as I saw her and I wanted her to join one of the bands so badly. Little did I know that that was their actual plan with her from the start! I also love that the fact she’s a transgender woman is not the central part of her character. They did a fantastic job at avoiding tokenism with her. When you think of Blaze you mainly think of her as the one of the nicest and talented members of the Misfits (along with Stormer, of course <3) and one of the people Clash loves and cares about the most.