i'm not a girl not yet a woman

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: finnick odair is viewed widely as a superficial character who was only self-obsessed and okay with being a killer, but really he survived the hunger games as the youngest ever winner, went through that much trauma and survived at 14 years old, grew up to fall in love with an emotionally damaged girl who had gone through what he had, yet she had turned out more externally damaged, grew close with a sweet old woman, was willing to protect her with his life and literally physically carried her on his back in the games, despite the risk to himself, stood with the rebellion against the Capitol even though he was their darling, publicly defied and spilled secrets about the president, married that same damaged girl he loved even in the middle of a war and had a child who he never got to meet, helped a psychologically damaged and unrecognizable Peeta and defended him, protected his friends and team against the lizard mutts, and actually begged for Katniss to throw a bomb down where he was, because he knew that it would save her and the rest of the team, even though he would die.

anonymous asked:

I'm not saying that Sansa should have got a huge sword and then mightily sung it at Littlefinger's head But, she could've easily got a knife and cut his throat. Lord knows Arya isn't some big woman who could do it either, yet she was still reduced to an executer, and it rubs me the wrong way that people are quick to jump into Sansa's defense. Arya is also a young girl, and a nobleborn lady, same as Sansa, why is she so different? Why where she and Bran only used at the end for that awful scene?

she could’ve easily got a knife and cut his throat

why, so y’all could complain she was given Arya’s traits and skills?

It takes some skill to kill someone with a knife, you know. No one wants to watch Littlefinger stagger around gasping and bleeding like a pig for the entire hall while Sansa, completely unfamiliar with weapons, tries to figure where to stab him to make him finally die. A botched execution is a horrible sight to behold, horrible for the executioner and even more horrible for the executed, remember Theon and ser Rodrik

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Can’t make you love me

Warning: This is even angstier than what I had planned so…Sorry.

If you don’t know the song I Can’t Make You Love Me (especially the version of George Michael, as it’s the one I use here), I suggest you listen to it here before reading, when I mention it or after reading :)

Thank you to all the people who showed so much interest in this; I never expected to have to tag so many blogs! 

@scalliousis, @sammyanddee, @dreamsofaazadi, @wet-hot-wincest, @policeofficerdean, @sammycomesfirst, @ultraradstudentprincess, @blackvibeess, @sammy5283, @everafter93, @winchester-family-buisness, @ilovejared, @improudofustoodean, @chxmxcxl-xmmx, @spngirl007, @art-of-blue, @neverimaginedtoloveyou, @mekittycattyow, @mywincestblogshh, @isabellejosephine, @golly-god, @adorablejared, and some blogs I couldn’t tag and who I’m gonna send messages to


 “Hey Dean?”

 Dean looked up from his disassembled gun to see his baby brother doodling on his Spanish notebook, eyes hidden behind his too long hair. It had become a habit lately for him to talk to his brother without even being able to see his face, as he mostly kept it resolutely down – except for when he was fighting with their Dad. Dean missed laughing with Sam, missed sleeping in the same bed and keeping him close to him at night, missed the way they used to be. They were drifting apart. Dean kept reminding himself that it was normal; he couldn’t expect his fourteen-year-old brother to still need him and only him. But it didn’t ease the sting in his heart whenever Sam went to bed without wishing him good night. They didn’t argue, no – Dean would have preferred it; at least he would have known what was going on in his little brother’s head – they just didn’t talk. The moments they shared were quiet, Sam brooding at the table – always with a book open in front of him – and Dean trying his best not to stare at him. So when Sam opened his mouth that afternoon, Dean wondered if the sky was going to fall on his head.


 “The school has this…Valentine’s Day dance tonight…”

 “I’m flattered Samantha, but don’t you think I’m a little too old for you?”

 His joke – if it was a joke – fell flat, either because Sam had decided it sucked too much to be worth reacting to, or because he hadn’t heard him. His pen had stopped above his scribble. His knuckles were white.

 “Someone asked me out to it.”

 Dean smiled to himself, bitterly. Sam had never talked about the girls he liked, he never went out. But Dean knew it was bound to happen one day. He just didn’t think it would come so soon. “That’s great Sammy.” Even he heard the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. “Like it when girls take the initiative, huh?” he added for good measure.

 Once again, his pity attempt at easing the atmosphere in the room as well as the knot in his stomach failed. Sam let go of his pen and finally rose his head. In the grey motel room, his hazel irises shined. He passed a hand through his hair before setting his eyes on Dean.

 “It’s…a boy.”

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anonymous asked:

oh my god. oh my god i'm gonna marry a girl and grow old with her and have kids with her??? oh my god. that's literally in my future i'm gonna be a wife to a woman i don't know yet but who i'll love with all my heart and be a mom with and have a life with. holy shit. i can't wait holy shit i love u @ my future wife


etchedupheart  asked:

I am writing a book wherein the only human character is a young black girl (not yet 17) trapped in a car with an angel and an alien being who has accidentally kidnapped her. At one point it becomes apparent that she isn't being sought after despite her kidnapping when another girl in a different district has gone missing, and the young girl is forced to explain this to the alien. I'm white and really worried I'll come off as preachy despite asking my poc friends for assistance.

Racism as a Plot Device  + Explaining Racism without Sounding Preachy

It seems you’re asking this young Black girl to explain Missing White Woman Syndrome to an Alien. While you never state that the other person is white, we imagine that it is because of your unease.

The assumption seems to be the alien comes from a society where prejudice doesn’t exist, therefore prejudice based on skin colour is a Bad Human Thing that the alien will be shocked at.

Some of us believe this treats racism as a plot device. 

The whole alien kidnapping a Black girl has been done before in Home (which is a cute movie) and simply just has the character as a Black girl. There’s no racial issues brought into it (though some cultural things were brought in) and we don’t understand why it has to be done in this story. I’m sure someone is looking for the girl, even if the authorities aren’t or it isn’t getting as much coverage.

Questions to Consider:

  • Why would you like to add this depth to your story? 
  • Does the story deal with racism in more ways than this? (besides micro-aggressions) If not, it can feel out of place and jarring to include this larger-scale incident without it being essential to the plot or her story.
  • Does the scene serve a purpose or drive the plot forward?

It’s a tough, degrading situation to have to explain to someone why your life is less valued than others, especially for a young girl. If it’s not serving a purpose (except perhaps to say “racism is bad") consider whether this belongs there.

If the plot point checks out as necessary, it could work if you just write a Black person sharing her experience vs. try to write from a perspective of “what it’s like to be Black.”

Tip: Try writing out exactly what’s happening here in the most basic terms, then write it in her voice, considering the emotions that go along with it. Once satisfied that it’s written naturally, run the passage with the friends of color you’ve asked (preferably a Black one), if they’re still willing.

Hope that helps,


Just a quick thing.
Maybe it’ll be a new stunt maybe it won’t, but I want to call you out a bit. When pics of Harry hugging that brunette girl on his birthday came out nobody thought for a second it was a stunt cause she didn’t fit the usual model standards. As soon as he is photographed with a model you jump at conclusions. This, this is you accepting and validating that narrative that you all claim to not believe in. Harry the womanizer enjoying every model that crosses his path.
You claim to be The Fandom, not the ugly GP, the sly ones and yet you never cease to behave like part of it.

anonymous asked:

You're so pretty! You have very white features for a black girl. I'm so jealous :(

I’ve gotten something like this before & I have to stress, while I’m multiracial/multiethnic I pass & identify as a black woman. Therefore my body, my face, my personality, my tastes & hobbies are all those of a black woman!

And despite what the efforts of european supremacy have to done to downplay it on maps for years, Africa is a very very large continent! Full of all kinds of eye shapes, skin tones, body types, facial features, & hair textures. Many of which some may associate with being caucasian. Yet a lot of these people are indigenous & have had these attributes for thousands of years and aren’t “mixed” in the colloquial way.

I know it’s hard because it was (and still is) hard for me. Please don’t be jealous. No matter what, because I’m a PoC it’s never enough next to the prevailing idea of beauty in our culture: whiteness. For those who can’t believe this, you can google the most popular results for “beautiful woman”, look at any modeling agency, look at any form of media from your biology textbook to a fashion magazine, tv commercials, when you’re reading a book before the character is given a description, think of the most famous paintings and sculptures; and see that white is the standard. Therefore so is white beauty. Despite that white people are a global minority. It’s changing, but it hasn’t been this way for most of our history it is still deeply rooted. i write that with no emotion, but with detached observation. 

The day rappers stop rapping “I wanna lightskin girl”
The day people stop “wanting to have mixed babies”
The day people stop saying “white girl dipped in chocolate”
The day the fashion industry incorporates models that reflect their average consumer base as well as the current standard size for it’s age demographics.
The day people stop saying “I never thought black girls were very attractive until you” & “you’re very pretty for a black girl”.
The day natural black hair care is even more mainstream and commonplace.

All of these things, that’s the day I can say “alright, it’s equal now”. 
We’re in this together. Everyone that acknowledges this regardless of race is. You are beautiful ❤️